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THE GOOD OLD U.S. OF A
THEY SAY CAN YOU SEE BY THE DAWN'S EARLY LIGHT?
OF COURSE I CAN, I HAVE TO I'M UP GETTING READY FOR WORK.
I GOT BILLS TO PAY SO I CAN HAVE A PLACE TO STAY
THEY SING ABOUT THE ROCKETS RED GLARE AND THE BOMBS BURSTING IN AIR. SWEATHEART I KNOW YOU MUST MEAN THE FIRE ROARING FROM A BUILDING, IF BOMBS ARE FLYING I'M A HIT THE DECK.
I NEED TO LIVE! DADDY DON'T TAKE CARE OF ME LIKE YOU BOURGEOISIE'S.
THEY TELL US IT'S THE HOME OF THE BRAVE AND THE LAND OF THE FREE
WELL I AM BRAVE, BUT I AIN'T FREE, WE AIN'T FREE
WE ARE AS FREE AS THAT TREE RIGHT OUTSIDE MY DOOR
THE GOVERNMENT OWN'S IT, IT'S GANGSTER AND HARD-CORE.
THIS BE OUR MOTTO"IN GOD WE TRUST". D.T.A BABY.
BABY MY TRUST IN GOD AIN'T GONNA STOP A WAR, AIN'T GONNA BUY ME A STORE.
THAT'S RIGHT MY TRUST IN GOD GOT ME CLEANING FLOORS FOR YOU DIRTY WHORES.
PRAISE THE POWER THAT HATH ME AND PRESERVE US A NATION!
PLEASE OKAY ALL THEY DID WAS PRESERVE THE GOVERNMENTS INFATUATION WITH MONEY. I'M SORRY THAT NONSENCE DON'T FLY BY ME HONEY.
"TIS THE GOOD OLD U.S. OF A.
"Blushing is the color of virtue."
You're done.
You melt like a sigh
on the lips of angels.
You've drained
the paleness of injustice,
your own hands tangled up,
aw, the square stare of the truth,
impassable duel of the pupils.
Your hands are filled with the face of our tragedy,
witherering among the sidereal flowers,
a cursed sunset,
a lamp lit in the wee hours,
no truce is better than advancing to the edge of yourself,
throwing yourself into the fire of the stars,
crossing the hard core time;
with flimsy memories
descending into a blessed hell.
You want to die with the lamp lit,
not talk about anything that gives you away
when you smoke compulsively,
tramontane and bold,
you know how pliable is the scroll of fear.
You are bad, Diogenes,
with your airs of moldy poet,
twitching the neurons of those who feel
that Truth is even more pliable,
Come here, my ox, my friend.
My Family
Peeping into past
my reminiscence as child
displays dark shadow.
Mom’s loud negligence
biased treat on my daily need
pricked my self- esteem.
But I was the pearl
of my Dad’s hard core heart.
Grandma bestowed care.
A girl needs her Mom.
Painful childhood wept and wept
being deep deprived.
A lone fighter fought
to get herself established
on satisfaction.
Got fair scope to build
my own family yielding
all treasures of heart.
Two brave brilliant
daughters were blessed by God.
I showed light to them.
They reached their goals
now having own families.
I travel alone.
05/05/16
Haiku on " My Family ' contest
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Through lickings, like a Timex, my husband’s hard-core.
Evermore, heart ticking, he goes on.
They don’t make his model any more.
Not cut out for college, he gathered lore
in his craft; he learned it all, hands-on.
Through lickings, like a Timex, my husband’s hard core.
Into night he’d often work, his body sore,
developing both calluses and brawn.
They don’t make his model any more.
Once a fall from two floors up he bore!
Days later he was at his work by dawn.
Through lickings, like a Timex,my husband's hard-core.
Robbed and scammed; so much to abhor!
This self-made man felt like a woebegone.
They don’t make his model any more.
New trials that he never knew before
now face him, but he’s still a hanger-on.
Through lickings, like a Timex, my husband’s hard core.
They don’t make his model any more.
For the Anne's Favorite Poetry Form: Villanelle! (Any Subject)Poetry Contest
if zee al chemist trump doth win go hide in the bunker
to save your ass
brace yourself as this don holed
confabulates that gold iz brass
and conjures prestidigitation
like spinning false hoods in2 truth - crass
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a synonym force head fabricator -
will threaten democracy, thus be afraid
as this pompous voice quotes
from hiz playbook, which = a charade
the hard core truths, he
(who i liken to the plague) doth evade
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and dreams up fault of Barack Obama
for extinction of dinosaurs,
crucifixion of Jesus Christ
down fall of the Roman Empire,
or far tethered Fred Flintsone ca fetching an escapade
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yea...this rip pub lick'n presidential contender
evinces a psyche that did brexit n got frayed
building and monopolizing castles in the sky -
nonexistent as a grade
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school fib - or donning role
as play ground bully teaming with ivan
the terrible to dominate the greensward
in the above fiction, but...man
that loose canon dressing his
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"make america great again" gag line - whar i ran
and mid eastern countries will rise
as one cheering him as star of global hit parade
despite any raging oppositional pandaemonium
birth er ring a conflagration
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kenya believe the world acquiesces
to thine projected masquerade
blocking im grate shunning crowds -
which number of people rival in size
taller (if stack one atop thee other)
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than the trump tower casino or high rise
with his signature - hm...mebbe funds provided
by drug lords, the swedish house mafia
or terrorist ties???
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whom security details silence by tossing a hand grenade
sham on you Potemkin village people for quaffing draughts
from elixir purportedly to transform visage with trademark
swept back, wavy and coiffed hirsute.
Form:
it was not so much that his liver had succumbed to cirrhosis
the jaundice had resulted from hard core assault on his brain
no rose-tinted spectacles would ever restore his faulty vision
myopia in itself was not a problem but refusing its correction is
in his mind however darkness was reserved for the plague
hallucination was if one questioned superiority of White folks
then his worst nightmare became true at a gay bashing party
just when they started to burn an effigy of sexual aberration
ready to slaughter a ****** on the altar of self-righteous pride
already mocking and chanting for God’s straight creation
someone spiked his drink with LSD and his vision went wild
a prism of spectral rainbows danced and he dropped his guard
and his pants as a matter of fact and he fondled his mate’s groin
delirious with such panoply of diverse hues of flamboyance
gaudy radiance sent shivers of animation down to his phallus
which would not stand up to the pressure of diverse vibrance
he stuffed little blue pills down his throat but all he accomplished
was a giant headache and a pain in the backside when vibrations
on batteries stretched his soul’s sphincters in uninhibited pleasure
hetero phobia and racial oppression vanished once and for all as
he embodied the vicious hypocritical flatulence he had always been
disgraced and confined to an orange jump suit the iris of fantasy
came to confirm that he had never been the brightest crayon in the
box but exposed in unwilling iridescence he whined like a sheep
at the slaughter to the unforgiving applause of jaundiced demise
29th June 2021
is hard to dream this days
woke up this morning
thank God am alive
and healthy again
what a privilege
I wish it don't end so soon
cos the days are hot
out there
thank God am still moving
I already had my dreams
still the realities look scary
I wonder if is clear
why dreaming at the first instance
so instead of a long awaiting dreams
I rather fall in trance
like this morning
is hard to dream this days
this morning is blessed
like every morning
despite some morning
start bitter
when the mind weak
with confusion
wondering how hot
it will look like again
out there
cos the pressure of
needs are never
away from my doors
it keep knocking
and the my mind keep
keeping on the light of life
I bear to my destiny
is a good morning
thank God am alive
another natural privilege
hope my realities
bleed my worth
cos I dream no more
is hard to dream this days
good morning to the world
am awake again
I hope I am free
to in hail this morning
airs of life
cos the world keep getting
colder and colder
every son set
no wonder I dream
no more
cos what else is more
admirable in life
than the peace of the mind
it is a free blessing to humanity
yet it is a hard core fortune
to achieve nowadays
no wonder the world
keep getting colder and colder
despite it natural blessing
its hard to hide with out pains
it difficult to cope with out
struggles
its never possible to exist
with out blames
no matter how good is the morning
What a recent shame it's been
Tears are falling once again
Eyes are red and really swollen
After all my faith was stolen
Someone I completely trusted
With a friendship has now busted
All my dreams that we could be
Like sisters in a family
Sharing good times and the bad
Thinking it is what we had
But your act of cruelty
Smashed apart the sisterly
Union I fought so hard for
Your actions are so hard core
It sucker punched me in the gut
Opening my eyes that were shut
When did you become unloyal
To the point you had to soil
All the years I tried my best
To be someone you can invest
All your happy and sad days
But you threw that LL away
Stealing a guy you knew
I worked up the courage to
Finally ask out on a date
But you swooped in now its to late
I hope you burn in a hell fire
You're a crappy friend and liar
It’s nice to have some holiday downtime and not be all go-go-go. I’ve even gotten in some Animal Crossing play. After 40 minutes of picking up weeds, Bianca, one of my villagers, told me she’d heard I was dead.
Later, we’re in Lisa’s living room taking turns playing songs from Spotify.
Lisa just played “Woo”, by Rihanna. When the song ends, fading out, Leeza deadpan said, “That song is pure evil.”
“You guys, I forgot to mention it but that is my energy song, it makes me feel so HOT.” Lisa adds with a chuckle.
“It has an evil vibe,” I admit. “An evil vibe,” Leeza confirms.
“Don’t be judging,” Lisa reminds us.
“Your next,” Lisa said, nodding to Leeza, “What’ve you got for us,” she speculates, “some mental health rock?”
Leeza’s had this girl-punk-rock group called “Vancougar” playing on a loop in her room. At first, I wasn’t enthusiastic but now I think they slay. Her mom’s even gotten on board, dancing “the twist” to “Philadelphia” when it rolls around. Leeza has great taste in music although she leans a bit EMO (emotionally hard core) for me. She makes me feel old by introducing us to all these new bands like “Youngest and only,” “Calling all Captains” and “Beatrice Dear.”
“I’ve got one song to play,” Leeza says, “Paparazzi, by Lady Gaga.”
“I’ve been listening to that song all WEEK!” I gasp, “I love that song, it may be her best - that’s so random,” I finish saying as the song starts.
As Paparazzi ends Lisa says, “That song has major Gwen Stefani vibes.”
“It DOES,” I agree, “It could be “Cool” or “Sweet Escape.”
“Yeah, for sure,” Leeza agreed, “shoutout to No Doubt.”
Leeza says, “I have a conversation topic: What’s something we all acknowledge is cheugy but we still do anyway?”
“Being blonde,” I say, which gets stitches of laughter because it’s true and Lisa and I are.
“That’s true, that’s fair,” redheaded Leeza laughs. “Anyone blonde is dead to me,” which gets her a pillow in the face.
“Ok, I’m going to come for a lot of people,” Lisa says, “but yogurt, yogurt is cheugy.”
Leeza gasps, “You think yogurt.. It’s not cheugy!” she practically yells, “It gives MOM.”
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slang..
cheugy = something off-trend, or behind in an awkward way - millennial, but not fully vintage.
gives mom = a comfort activity
Growing up on a small council estate
pretty close knit and plenty of mates
we had our own little squad
the park end crew, were like a pod
We went through a stage of oppertunist thieves
but what was to follow nobody believes
just of what was about to come in store
organised violence football hard core
The length and bredth of England,our firm travelled
coming up against the best and coming unravelled
an incident occurred that would change my life
the judge said to me, you did use a knife.
12 lads went to jail for 39 years
some hard faced and some with tears
16 years old,5 years on my head
going to jail to lay on my bed.....