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A man unpresidentially known for the showerhead
Msholozi, the man in charge of singlehandedly running a nation into crisis
With him at the helm the public anxiously watches as the state of things degenerate
The rand has slumbered, corruption trivialised and unemployment popularised
Numeric’s play trickery on his unknowing tongue
And in his mind’s eye rules of grammar are easily ignored
Unpopular for his uninspiring speeches and refusal to obey protocol
A man who unapologetically lives above the constitution without fail
Without resolve he spends his term in office under the guise of ignorance
A generous man whose time is easily spend trying to resolve crises in countries outside our shores
He gets to lead a life of privilege without burning a sweat
He carries on blindly without taking any responsibility while the rest suffer the consequence
The unjust Msholozi hypocritically lives above the law but expects others to obey
The threat of prison bars didn’t hold him down because his connections served him right
A smart man with a dedicated entourage of followers to defend his malice
From the safety of his chambers he observes like Big Brother leading a nation to its downfall
As things spiral down he generously extents the rope to which the economy hangs itself
Cynically he laughs off his critics while the believers fan off the opposition
He doesn’t get his hands dirty since willing volunteers fight his battles
The booing and anger from a nation divided never unsettles this comrade
Without shame he takes merit from the achievements of others
He doesn’t worry about his endless failures since his inactions are blamed on the past
After all, he’s a diligent leader living in a utopian valley where all his citizens are satisfied
He sees no wrong, hears no concerns and does nothing to improve the nature of things
An unscrupulous man who dishonourably musk’s his failures by claiming what others have earned
At the sound of his voice the martyrs who selflessly fought for this freedom turn from their graves
Hi puppets continue to defend him like a messiah filling his silences with bombastic defences
He’s set in his questionable ways and is undeterred by motions of no confidence
Like the mafia his enemies are harshly eliminated from the face of politics but friends handsomely rewarded
What A Revolting Development
(Not by Groucho or Karl Marx)
Bernie with bent back grudges does carry
Decided to become another Revolutionary
Always knowing exactly what he meant
By this being a revolting development.
Hillary's tough questions were a strain
Until about brilliant Bernie did complain
Just because people prefer my sound advice
Was paid handsomely which was very nice.
Just how handsome do you have to be
When you are in competition with me
With talkative staff started to scrimmage
One had a professor and grandfather image.
All of this did come up with a certain feel
That to younger voters would have appeal
To make sure and eliminate all of the doubt
Made sure young women were not left out.
Closer and closer campaign competition became
Who would be President receiving glory and fame?
But what if your shoddy support were to lack
We should go in search of some Super Pack.
Bernie went door to door and bell after bell
Said, Don't vote for Hillary Dillary in the Dell
By my blessed appearance you could have been
With me and wrinkled clothes looking like a ruffian.
Heard some say I surely look like a Sherlock
At home with pipe in mouth which is a crock
And in front of home we do have a doormat
Saying I have become a stubborn Democrat.
What if old Holmes's hat I were to wear?
Do you think this would start a new scare?
At least mine is much better the Ben's brain
Thinks Egyptians in Pyramids store their grain.
But when by many who Ben they all adore
Are told he dropped out and ain't in race anymore
They did discover something about Ted Cruzer
Is a bruiser, blunt, big bully and a lalapaluzer.
Any dirty tricks, you pick, and Cruz has tried
Lied about original country where he did abide
And when atmosphere became dull and grim
Why would one more Republican vote for him?
Cruz has sold his own party down the drain
Republican voters for him have much disdain
Discovered greener on Democrat side is the clover
So if Republican or undecided come right on over.
I think Republican Right is know as Tea Party
which consists of a huge bunch of malarkey.
James Thesarious Hilarious Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
RiverSea Plantation
Bolivia, NC
We the old and broken, have become the pawns
in the grand game of politics. We are as in the game
of chess of the lowest esteem, expendable
if not worse unwanted, a barganing chip.
For three years we haven't even received
a cost of living increasee
while their income they have
increased handsomely.
They have as they so often do broken
their promise to us. Social security was a
promise made by them, that we paid
for when we were able to work,
extracted from every pay check we earned.
Those revenues where to be put in a trust
for us to draw from when the time came
that we had need of them. However our
government for decades have used those
funds as they pleased, for things other than
what they were intended for. Why am I not surprised?
because our so called public servants have
broken countless promises and in the process
lined their pockets from the spoils of their deceptions.
The Bill of Rights and the Constitution
they have shredded and the first casulity
was the truth, now we are the second.
Most of our fatrhers fought and many died to
defend the rights that they have cast into the
the trash heap. Our national debt is now beyond
any hope of us ever repaying, robbing the young of
any hope of a future or even a job, taxes they will have
to pay tremendous to pay for there folly. China Told
President Obama, We're not going to lend you any more,
sure can't say I blame them, probably never pay back what
we already borrowed form them. England is burning because
of the same folly of the politicians, won't be surprised
if the same thing takes place here. People with no hope
and no future what do they expect. They'll go on filling their
pockets with the taxes we all pay, the don't care it's all
well and fine for them. Will give themselves another big
pay increse next year, you just wait and see. Like mother
Hubbard everyone elses cubbard is bare, no bone for
the doggies anymore. They have destroyed everything
Along with, "One nation under God". This once upon a time
good nation has quite literally gone to the "Dogs". The only
Thing that I can say is that I wouldn't have said before,
I'm ashamed of what this nation has became.
I am stifled, stagnant, stressed and seriously strung
from streetlight to streetlight
There is nothing left, my energy is kaput, gone.
My creativity is something I barely remember.
Until I get home to my refuge in the country,
my trees, my lilacs, my lilies, my tulips, my earth.
I shed the cloak of heaviness, at my front door,
running toward my lightest coolest dress.
In seconds I am outside walking from one corner of my yard
to another, taking photos.
Talking to my trees, hugging them even,
replenishing the bird feeders, while cardinals soar in.
Butterflies light on my shoulders, dragonflies dive-bomb me,
I am Snow White here.
I do not whistle but I chant as I walk around my yard loving my flowers,
pulling up weeds.
All of the weeds have a place somewhere. I place them where nothing grows,
Knowing next year they will fill up this bare spot.
The only plants I do not replant are thistles.
Thistles hurt so much when I step on them barefoot,
and barefoot I am in my faerie yard.
So I pull up the thistles and I put them into my dumpster
knowing they will thrive at the dump.
I have a wild rose bush I had to dig up from another place
way deep in the forest.
It took me six hours. I thought it would be worth it.
It took four years to bloom.
That fourth year I said to it
“If you do not have one bloom tomorrow, I am throwing you away.”
The next day I woke up to that rose bush with forty beautiful hot pink flowers.
I kid you not.
When I am gone for a few days my yard comes alive upon my return.
The trees begin waving frantically even when there is no wind.
My husband always comments on it. Archangel Jophiel and I laugh about it.
She comes to me at night, and we discuss the beautiful things we have seen.
We discuss the grasshoppers, bees, wasps and yellow jackets too.
My yard is alive, five flower gardens in all. With unexpected visitors.
I sometimes see a gorgeous snake or a handsomely painted turtle.
There is a reverence and awe about it
I cannot fully explain, but it amazes me always.
It’s called my inspiration
Your a beautiful soul
My inspiration
A beautiful soul
My intimidation
Just a beautiful soul
You Are……..beautiful
I see you in many lights
More than I can think off
I just want everything to be right
Just blessing pouring from above
Give to me some of that youthful look
Make me feel, 21 plus 365, 24, 60’s
Of ever bit of your being
Help me relax by whispering into my ear
Melodies from ur experience of those 21+ yrs
It’s called my inspiration
Your a beautiful soul
My inspiration
A beautiful soul
My intimidation
Just a beautiful soul
You Are……..beautiful
Release all of that stored energy
In the grips of my being
Relate with my groove
Feel my mood
Effortlessly, caressing my mind
For the span, of both our lifetimes
Grab a hold and squeeze my sides
As I get my rythmn swaying from side to side
It’s called my inspiration
Your a beautiful soul
My inspiration
A beautiful soul
My intimidation
Just a beautiful soul
You Are……..beautiful
It’s hot up under hear come on and set me free
Whisper that last line you just whispered to me
Your kiss is like death
My soul is on fire
On my lips your every breath
You soothe my desire
If I’m so beautiful, relax and relate
This isn’t our first encounter, it is not our first date
Laughs
It’s called my inspiration
Your a beautiful soul
My inspiration
A beautiful soul
My intimidation
Just a beautiful soul
You Are……..beautiful
It’s how you say what you say
The way your hips move
That jester you make with your lips
The way you move your head to the groove
The smell of your skin
Your persistant reminding of your own man hood
Your way of getting what you want with out asking
The love you search for that’s everlasting
A beautiful soul that’s what I see
Handsomely put together just you and me
My inspiration that’s what you are
Intimidation hangs ova me like a wound or scar
Finally love has found its way home to me
And I must say it happened beautifully
Your my inspiration!
~Cinderella Memories~
Young, self-confident, all debutantes
At the top of the golden,spiral,staircase.
And, oh my, she, was in a Cinderella mood!
The white full length strapless gown,
Satin buttoned gloves to her elbow,
And her partner, in his tuxedo, handsomely dressed,
Made her humble, yet proud and so very blessed!
They descended the spiral stairs to begin the Viennese waltz.
Gowns of debutantes were swishing,shining floors.
Sounding so much like fluttering butterfly wings.
Their satin shoes like rosebuds,so beautifully peeked.
Hair done to perfection, each of us with a crown
Of fragrant carnations, coifed hair. on shoulders,down.
Then, for each debutante, comes that auspicious moment.
When they enter the center of the ballroom floor, with their father!
Fathers dressed in tails to present each proudly, to society...
Their most precious daughters, a second of visual poetry.
Each debutante, so lovely, makes a full bow to the floor
With long stemmed roses, not an easy task at all!
The father in tails, so proud of the daughter. he has raised,
Is indeed granted, the audience's cheers and highest praise!
Let the full orchestra continue, the Viennese music play on.
A Cinderella evening for a father's one and only daughter.
With rows of zirconia on her wrist, she giggles with soft laughter,
Oh…what memorable bliss!
What a most heavenly evening to cherish and remember
Whose memories brightly shine, in the chill of September.
For his daughter, an everlasting memory of his charity.
Monies we raised that night, sent to war torn countries.
My Father you see, did not only think of “we!”
He was committed to the well being of humanity.
Dedicated to my late Father, Edward.
With love and everlasting gratitude.
You gave so much to so many, without question.
A true humanitarian,I follow your directions!
An example to follow!
Panagiota xx
11/14/2024
Before the traffic awakes me,
Or the train slowly vibrates my sleeping zone,
Silence defeats the sounds and demands the morning.
As the early morning rises, most often with smiles;
Before the sun rises from the eastern sky, or even
Before the bright and morning star starts to stare,
Silence awaits to break forth in my thirsty soul, and
The acquiescence of my entire being bows in harmony,
offering not the slightest trace of resistance, because
silence has shown me the pathway to calm, poise, and peace.
Silence teaches me to beware that she hides from unwise ones
but handsomely rewards the anticipating and alerted ones
who crave freedom from the overflows of sound. She blesses
those who long for never a whisper for just a while.
Silence, like precious gold, wraps herself in seclusion
away from all the confusion, but unlike fools gold, silence
makes no pretensions nor displays any trace of delusions.
The deepest core of me thrives hard for silence, a treasure from
the heavens and I treat her tenderly as I quietly relax in her loving arms.
Through reflections of my surrendered mind, silence takes me places I could
never go otherwise, shows me things I can bravely do, and by God's grace,
convinces me that I can be the man God made me to be.
I tell you, the birds and the trees know whereof I speak.
Listen, if you dare, to their chirping to the rhythm of silence.
Listen to the slow-moving gentle winds giving homage to silence.
Even heaven speaks of a 30-minute pause, giving way to silence*
062220PSCtest, Reflection In Silence, Silent One *Bible, Good News Translation: "When the Lamb broke open the seventh seal, there was silence in heaven for about half an hour." Rev. 8:1
REVENGE UPON REVENGE UPON REVENGE
There was a young
Woman called Mrs. Dancy
Always dressed so fancy,
Used to gossip and flirt a lot,
Which was a bad fault.
Mrs Dancy was a butterfly
Fliiting and flowing
From one lover
To another.
Her first name Nancy,
Always wore a low cleavage
She was thirty five and good
Looking, her revealing shorts,
Didn’t hide much, her boyfriend,
Encouraged her role
In the village, he had a goal,
And it worked, every husband
Was mesmerized by her beauty,
Her body and her long blonde,
Hair, she had one eye brown
And the other blue, which
Worked out to her advantage
Keep it quite, said the men,
The wives must not get to know!
But the wives in the village,
Were quite sure,
That two knocks on their door,
“meant” meet me, so a plan
Was devised
By the wives,
They watched and waited,
Nancy, done with her duties
And paid handsomely,
Arrived back home
To find Mrs Brown
Enjoying a roll in the hay
With her boyfriend,
And every day
Another wife was found!
Nancy revealed all
To the husbands,
Who could not scold their wives,
For everyone was guilty,
So sorry’s were said quickly,
What they were about to hear,
Filled them all with fear
One Sunday her boyfriend said,
Well Nancy my dear,
Tomorrow I’m out of here,
But I leave you all with
Something to remember,
I have the clap,
And now so do you all,
And the husbands
From their wives promiscuity,
I guess I’ve ruined your lives,
Time to go back
To my wife,
And our children, of five,
So he left,
With his theft!
Nancy sought out his wife
Told her that she
Had lived with
Her husband for a while,
And that he had the clap,
What a nasty chap,
Does he think I don’t know
said his wife,
He has always been so
Going to and fro
But hear this Nancy, said his wife
None of the five,
Are his,
Gee whizz
Said Nancy,
Good for you
My lips are sealed
But don’t ever think
that I’ll say ‘I do’!
On that faithful day;
A day that will never be dismissed from the mind.
It was a beautiful morning,
And from the city I watched the two glaring towers,
Standing body to body like twins,
As the sun passed through them to shine.
I imagined my likes inside these towers
Going about their usual calls for duty,
And the next minute in a blink,
The attack whooshed in and spared no foe.
Some rescued but not as they were;
Some turned ashes and went with flames;
Others buried by the beautiful towers,
as they crushed down with little or no help.
What is happening to us?
Is the world coming to an end?
Cried every mind running insane,
As toxic palls went after them like a monster;
People running helter-skelter like aroused ants,
As their nostrils seek a protective refuge,
Not to be the cause of more death.
Homes taken over by smokes and heat
Leaving residents out in the street;
Children screaming to cling to their mothers,
But mothers no where to be found.
Oh! What a day that cursed parents childless
And made children orphans;
Day and night so far as foes,
As the day was so long that find the night.
Fear became the only feelings of the heart,
as the beautiful day turned an ugly night.
If I were to make a wish,
I would have wished the day never came;
I would have wished 9/11 was but a movies caption
Handsomely taking home an oscar.
Have I powers enough to hold back the hands of time,
I would have stopped the day that came by night.
But behold, it was but a horrible day,
Claiming every life it could find
And flaming the city in destruction.
And for the deceased noble authorities,
What would you have done?
Other than giving your lives for a life,
To save the nation from the dark day.
Minds will always remember your selflessness,
Your bejeweled monuments will always be flowered
And never anniversaries cease to bear your memories,
For the lives you died to save
On that dreadful day.
Neither the clang of swords, nor the rattle of guns
Nor the devastating drop of bombs nor bomber’s motion
But a hush-hush research in quiet laboratory in a far corner
Producing mass-killing virus to infect and spread afar
To attack the innocent mass of other countries in umpteen numbers;
It is the modern bio-warfare, a bio-terror
Cold, vicious, peaceful, hides its face forever;
Neither the poor pangolin nor shrewd snake nor the clumsily hung bat
Is responsible for the spread of Covid19 but only men, the heinous brats
Of dubious characters, scientists and leader-cum-dictators, dignified rats;
Rich country leaders panicking the humans
Warning them of disease and death
As with cancer, source of huge economic power at the cost of pain and death
Paralyzing other country’s economic health
Plummeting their market, choking their breath
Get ready to sell medicines to Covid infected countries to handsomely earn
And gain more power over the others by crippling their progress in return;
Creating hybrid products and G.M. Foods splicing genes such cunning foxes
Ride over the Nature mutating, denuding her, ravishing earth water and space;
Are such power-hungry politician-leader-dictators, the self-made robots
Diabolically different from their country folks benevolent, called patriots?
If nuclear war mutilated and annihilated millions from the face of the earth
Bio-warfare would make the earth a vast desert devoid of any worth.
Living things have many enemies in the world like bacteria, germs and virus
Epidemics spread to countries but never a pandemic like this, telling us
Of boomerang played by the virus
Stealthily spread or escaped from the laboratory;
Nature took tolls for all deformations done to her, automatically
Warning us that it would take more ultimately
For playing fox with her, maybe retaliatory!
@ Aju Mukhopadhyay, 2020