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Stillbirth - Memories of 1987

Within my own axis,
It did not slant
It did not drizzle.
The void shunned the grey clouds.
Lightning was rare.
Thunder turned mute.
Leaf-tops shook with the sleepiness of
Shameless drunks, casting ghoulish shades,
Causing affrays among wild species.
Rivulets rippled in hunger and in thirst,
Circling firths with methodical anger and protests.
The grass blades lost their verdancy and cringed.
Within this place,
The air was proud and still, unfeeling —
Thus blocking the nostrils of weaverbirds, so that
Their breath choked with the intensity of seasonal hate.
Our soils were burnt and frazzled.
Hoe-teeth were dull-edged, producing clangs of
Stony noise while only reflecting the rays of the
Killing sun.
Woe was upon us and upon the anus of the earth.
The corrugated roofs rattled loudly at noon,
Protesting the agony of torture, and like the air,
Sent down particles of aging thirst at night.
On the grounds of this zone
Came the trace of waste and powdered perdition.
Vultures constantly were late for repasts,
For the sandy ground was greedier.
Earth, pall of misery, exhumed Death
Among the dead, and exuded worms in the
Warmth of lost sempervirence.
Apoplexy on living matters reigned.
Consider the lives of old calabashes
Laid waste in the core of the desert;
The exhumed bones interred in prelapsarian order.
Imagine the still existence of the blacksmith’s forge,
The ground of the phoenix in her laboratory of rebirth —the
End product of its old life . . .
That was for us the twelfthmonth of horror.


Loki's Lament and Curse Part 1 By Thomas Laufey

loki:
For nine nights only your own will had bound you
to the World ´s Tree, you treacherous God,
while I wore a chain that I chose not, forever:
With cruel fetter my freedom you took!"

Odin:
"Too cunning and unpredictable you were, too wild to roam free:
Greater your strength and hunger in magick and in power 
Then even my own, Tyrs and Heimdalls combined,
greedier than ravens, you sought ever more;
that's why we tied you,torso, legs and arms
In your own sons entrails for blood runs thicker than water."

loki:
"Was in nine realms no room for a trickster lord
Was there no realm that you could offer, i who existed even before you?
Of choice you bereft me to change my ways.
My trust you betrayed - Tyr and Odin Wotan most of all,
For you swore by your blood to protect and care for me when no other wouldst
You who ´d fed me and cared like a father for me
The most cursed of primordials i was.

"All of you lost your honor that day;
stronger was I, but still you tricked me:
Cunning magic you cowards employed--
Tyr you let pay for the promise you broke.

"Eternity ´s enmity is what I owe you.
Raving my greed now, grown with the years:
Not quite enough are the nine worlds to feed me,
to slake my hunger for revenge they´ll hardly suffice."
The nine worlds the aesir and vanir cherish shall fall to end my enmity

Odin:
"I stand against you to strike you back,
though well I know what wyrd is mine:
That I will fall with all my Einherjar,
whose lives I ´ve taken, that life might survive.

"With bitter sacrifice bought I the wisdom
for many a day this doom to delay;
hope I have kindled, none kept for myself:
Two mortals survive in the wood of the Tree.
Form: Narrative

How do we stop AI slop

Why is it such a big deal to be an avaricious & pernicious alligator and just steal from every creator use all our data and turn even the meek & mild into a wild hater...


"How do we stop the lavatorial plop plop of AI slop

Cull the new crop an arch oligarch march to the top

No behavioural fop to an algorithm making you strop


Don’t be a sop to a pack who hijack a stack on the hop

Pander to your dander by knowing how you do shop

When you gander…. propaganda & slander they drop


This laboratory of hateful oratory is what we all cop

Cohorts sport.. escorts all sorts.. come on chop chop 

All about the economy give woke folks a lobotomy op


Forgotten besotten rotten dot com bubble did pop  

Impropriety no jobs swap entirety of society will flop

Social media greedier needier seedier stronger gallop


So how do we stay dry of sh*t from on high this AI slop

To stop bottom feeder sly lie then no longer be the mop"
Form: Monorhyme

Premium Member John Moore 1843-1933

John Moore
1843-1933

I was born with my lungs full of tarnation.
Leastways that was my mother’s version of it.
I do not believe anyone who was ever born, 
Came Into this world kicking,
Leastways not like me;
I tumbled in, kicking like some drifting no account sodbuster,
Ready for the new plough, and the hedge maul.
I grew up in a working family;
My paw farmed our land with maw darning our lives together.
I grew up fast in this torrid sun, working and learning.
With sun-burned hands and forehead, 
I scraped a living together, best I could,
And planted the seeds of a thousand children!
But with each passing shivering winter, 
Even here in these sunny digs called Whittierville,
I hated the galloping return of the pale horse;
The dreaded infections of the lungs and nose; 
Terrible suffering has taken place here, my friends,
Entire families were wiped out in a week,
Slain by a monster with no body!
Leastways that was my mother’s version of it.
This old gravelly graveyard here was busy in 1918;
Last stop for so many friends who died in a dark sick room,
Astonished, I might say, that it was their time to die;
I reckon Mt. Olive, in its greedier times of soft earth,
Has seen half a dozen funerals in a single day.
Leastways that’s what I hear tell,
Coming from Artilissa Dorland Clark herself!
Those were scary times, and the years were dark.
I do not believe anyone who has ever died,
Left this world kicking,
Leastways, not like me… last thing I remember,
I reached up to the ceiling in my sick bed,
And cursed my damned lungs!
For once again, as if by intelligent design,
They were full of tarnation.
Form: Epitaph

Saffa Jaffas spill like Seville


If you don’t play the big three

There’s no way

You should be seen

In the final of the WTC


That’s what’s been heard

Mean baggie greens

Have a word

Indians chagrin din

Simply absurd


Stokes bespoke blokes

Don’t give a monkeys

Run rates slate.. hate

Not WTC junkies


Ignore the pundits in their pulpits

Cryptic critics..cynics clinics

Ridicule the cruel schedule

South Africa aren’t the culprits

ICC flunkies & WTC just 

About the big 3


Test cricket divinity

Could soon be

Just an affinity

For the trinity for infinity


Unless they spread some love

From above for every brother

Share the treasure chest 

Care & invest in the rest

Actually play each other


Aussies bottom feeder media

Don’t give the Proteas

A feline in hades chance

But no day of the groundhog

This underdog is way greedier…needier


Kagiso Rabada the scheming leader

Of chock a block superstar larder

Stellar steaming speedster armada


Let’s hope the dumb beach bums

Are lampooned buffoons

Marooned by brill Saffa Jaffas

Festooned..spill just like Seville

 
The WTC may be slightly bonkers

But if South Africa can conquer

With stonker racy pacy conkers

They will be top of the tree


An up yours to

The endless tours

And friendless flaws 

Taking the piss 

Remiss avarice bliss


Of the big three
Form: Rhyme


There Are Men Who Believe In Nothing

There are men who believe in nothing,
who rely on their human strength
to accomplish greatness and image
to give realization to their ambitions,
while God is left out of their existence!

The deeper they dig the hard soil to find
treasures, the greedier they become;
their purpose in living is worthless,
they build skyscrapers for the rich and famous 
and ignore the indigents dying in wooden shacks! 

There are men who have never known hunger,
those pangs that make the stomach growl loudly,
and unable to sleep at night they commit suicide;
even children of tender age follow their examples!

Such is this horrendous pandemic so tragically lived
that has terrified millions and killed as many,
and being a survivor is a testimony to others
who'll come after us and avoid the mistake we made!

There men who see a new sunrise and its splendid light,
but turn away from it seeking destructive darkness;
they are ungrateful and unkind until death comes for them...
more excruciating is their grief before giving up their breath!

Billionaires hunker down in their Queenstown bunker lairs

Let’s pester Uncle Fester

After dafter Luxon 

Pushed the button

Welcomed every glutton

To the isles of mutton


Theme of the meme

Team New Zealand 

It does seem

No longer a

Stronger eclectic sceptic


Spanked by the rank 

Septic tank stream

Peptic Pyramid scheme


Grand slam.. glam sham scam

Desperate Dan or Tangerine tan plan

God damn..American dream


Our rancour on social media

Danker seedier leaders crimes 

Hanker for every greedier 

Rhymes with banker


Sleazier golden geezer visas 

Accept any offers to

Fill their many coffers


Brokery.. jiggery pokery 

Immunity without impunity 

To the unity of community

Profanity of their vanity


Insanity of their depravity

Clarity...disparity not charity

Tramples ample wokery


Our amazing landscape

Instead becomes their escape

Coined..after all they’ve purloined

Jolly jape…no red tape


Not being rash

But it is a rash

Debunk the gunk & funk

Forsaking the avarice 

Taking the pis*

Bliss abyss monk


Crass..brash..flash git

S***k a chunk of cash

From their balderdash stash

Making..a complete hash of it


Fake elite on the take

As they see fit

Billionaire boys ploys annoys

Replete yet still cheat 

Have your cake and eat it


Our government just envoys

For a small fee..sweet

Deploys the swanky..w**ky

Yankee all about me

Time to flee plea


They lit the fire

Liar & denier

Dug the quagmire


Piety for impropriety

Moolah Messiah ruler

High flyer pariah

Crueler society


Who when the s**t 

Does hit the fan

No fibs..his nibs gets

First dibs on cribs


Outlier masterplan zen..know 

Then where to go


Can always hunker down

In a spick & span den

Their Queenstown bunker


Amen
Form: Rhyme

Farage's new Raj


It's prime time for the new Raj

Facts & acts must just sabotage

All baloney with no camouflage

Racist fascist pacts back in charge


De facto crypto crony arbitrage

With an aristo phony entourage

Ipso facto know who's the sarge 

Nige does show pony dressage


Truth and proof will just massage

Aloof uncouth ranter going large

Just pub banter a bit of badinage


Trump leader of hit populist collage

All aboard greedier tech T-Rex barge

Seedier far right sh*t media montage


Vent at the establishment's espionage

Decent and democratic only a mirage

Bet just cover for yet another barrage

To other bigots & despots pay homage


An abhorrent torrent he does sparge

Hilarious no it is nefarious persiflage

Nutter's not butter but cheap marge

Spread thin in the gutter Nige Farage
Form: Monorhyme

Tandoori or Tangerine Tan shorts no3

Don't give a jot or 

A sod this lot

On your tod..just nod

Seedier greedier leaders

Stun..Shun the Needier

Not just down trodden

Sodden...run roughshod


Beseech each of those clowns..down 

In the dumps chumps who chose

Plumps for stealthy

Leeches who teaches 

Fools at our schools

Only the wealthy can stay healthy


No education for the nation

Uses...abuses..eschews..media issues..then sues

Argy bargy - sarky malarkey ensues

Bemuses readers…forsake news as fake

It's a Maga Saga ruse for f**ks sake


No immigration...deplore integration

To restore order…close the border

Hardcore race riot diet of denigration

Likes 60's generation segregation 

Damnation not salvation..just devastation

WTF



A curse that’s worse than the pandemic

Greedier populist verse became totemic

No halt of their catapult assault systemic

Seedier social media game now endemic


Whether it be some chanting panting cleric

Will ration all compassion not really angelic

Always decanting another ranting hysteric

Doubts planting the enchanting evangelic


Oligarchy malarkey their tarnished polemic

Climate fires rage but won’t call the medic

Derails with varnished tales any academic

Preening demeaning all left leaning satiric 


Dystopian & myopian totally Machiavellic

We burn they’re still lippy well it’s generic

With their heinous intravenous hypodermic


Even if taciturn with boring name like Derek

Yearn for return of hippy trippy psychedelic

Not dippy all learn nature can be mesmeric

Don’t spurn love soars above stratospheric
Form: Monorhyme

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