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There was writing in the tiny town, where two legged rats I'd reckon were going round..Selling out a true blue man, alone
And outnumbered, same..Same old plan.'
Maybe an ex-copper lived nearby.' Anyways
A rat , As known to you and I.' Or maybe a
Few.? Quite sad stuff.' Yet now the hue and cry.' And all because he wanted his rights? he had, confronted with reason, and the judge, well he was in a plight ' judge peter
dunn, a real strange one.' And his awfully
Un-lawful actions, and his courthouse based henchmen.' Dezie claimed arrest of the 'judge?' And his crew, who were breaking many laws, must be what they often do.? Officials anger and axiety now
Knew no bounds, before Dezi got his court
Date, to Porepunkah the henchmen, chased him down, ten armed coppers, he
Took out three..One just wounded
Yet Dezi killed the other two..So what with
The rats, and dummys of the people.' Cov-idiots, thats keeping it simple ' I ask for peace, i hear a trickle.? And the killing of Dezi.' No wonder i'm busy.' Searching and
Finding, and making aware.' True
people we need you, come step up
And out of despair.!
The idiocy of color-ism keeps me awake!
I see us all in a twit over something insane.
I am white, Caucasian they call it.
But will we all have to have tests one day to prove such
idiocy?
Will Smith not Black enough to get a role as the Williams sisters father?
How utterly mad, Hollywood has eroded to this racial lather.
Ben Kingsley played Gandhi,hardly was the same color!
We all are far more mixed nationalities than we ever considered,
We've morphed into a PC, color ridden planet.
For God's sake~ we are human beings
first and colors,second!
Do you think heaven will have lines for people of color first?
Doubtful, but that's how it's becoming here on earth!
Equality? Give me a break!
We are all so talented but I cannot be created equal as a poet to
anyone here.
That's up to me, to let my poems shine.
At birth, some with maladies are born.
And to various economic households, too.
What's the hue and cry! God gives us different talents, not
to one but to all.
The government here thinks THEY can make us equal, a horrid
lie.
What nonsense,what propaganda the Smart TV vomits.
Do your best with the talents you have,
Work very hard and be most happy in all you pursue.
Being envious of others hurts me and you, too.
Please realize there are people, no matter how much you give them,
Will hate you even the more, sorry, it is true.
Like spoiled children in candy stores.
Nothing to feel morbidly guilty about at all.
We all are imperfect, that's for sure.
There are many doing great things for all nations,
Never told on your TV station!
Like many hunger operations in effect right now.
I wish we would see the amazing good that humans do.
Not all the horrid protests that destroy cities like Paris.
Mon Dieux!
Panagiota Romios
3/17/2019
A Big NO to God
Some take great pride in declaring God dead.
What are the thoughts in
their godless heads?
A world where infanticide is perfectly alright.
And "choice"is a word, that makes evil, right?
Where Rabbis are shot dead in the street?
And a Christian poem, their eyes will not meet.
And love and world peace are their hue and cry.
Yet, they can't understand why, the violence, asking,
"why, oh why?"
Brainwashed in our society to think guns kill people.
You never find these folks in a synagogue nor under
a steeple.
Don't you know it's fine today, to attack the police?
And the working man, well, he must be fleeced!
It's perfectly OK to do whatever you choose!
Their close friends only, with them, do they want to
schmooze.
Chasing animal and tree rights, yes that's their religion.
And so, Almighty God, is crushed to a smidgen!
December 26, 2019
HOMETOWN
Our children, our families, our cities,
A shining reflection of our respect.
We are doing our best, while some
giant companies
Do their utmost to ruin the world.
With brazen and inhumane recklessness.
In turn, we the people, are blamed for
its ruination.
Of this great and shining nation.
They take away paper bags,plastic
straws , hot dogs, what's next?
Styrofoam is my guess!
Then sell you carcinogenic products
by the galore by the score.
It's you, they blame for the rotten
environment.
They get faux scientists, to prove
you are evil!
Whilst selling you poisons to use
at home, most dangerous and despicable.
We hue and cry over the scourge
of cancer!
Refusing to listen or learn what
Carcinogenic products we use each day
That brings deathly cancer our way.
We dance along this yellow brick road
A most dangerous highway.
We poison our lawns ever so merrily.
Then send our beloved dogs outside to roll
in poisoned grass in glory!
Are you totally mad?
I suggest, if you believe it's so safe,
Take a bath when the moon is up.
You yourself, roll naked in the
lymphoma producing grass..
Completely, bare _ssed!
The world is not ending, is someone a
seer?
Perhaps, they had too much beer, or most
likely a political hack.
To frighten your soul, to rip a vote
from your guileless back?
To pit the world against against each
another,
To fill our hearts with worry and fear.
Tell them "No more"!
Do what you can wherever you live.
Look deep into your own soul, love
your fellow man!
6/25/2024
This may come as large surprise,
but I did once take a beginner's poetry class
which I often confuse with my beginner parenting class.
In which we learned good verse
and voice
have structure
pattern
imprinting rhythm
rich metaphoric content
perhaps even epic regenerative story,
assonant bouquet,
climates of hue and cry.
Who would or could a poet be
or hope to at last become
and yet unresponsively disagree?
Not me.
Even so,
if what I write
cannot resonate within your calling day,
and hopefully tomorrow
and resiliently flow on back
through all your best, not worst,
imagined yesterdays,
Then we are not yet our resonant poetry
so it is not so richly mine,
nor true poetry at disfamiliar all
of any kind
or mean spirit
natural
or unnatural.
Strong poetry cannot flow anonymously
autonomous.
My poetic muse shrinks,
like wound from salt,
from capital competing
absent co-infested resonance
resiliently wounded assonance
cooperative co-governance
restorative resilience
of integrity's best eco-aspirations.
Poetry
with green me
grows not only rhythmic swell
and political ebb,
but also liberating healthy smell
and not so hoarding ego fell.
Poetry praises time we share
nakedly co-resonant,
resplendent as spiritual underwear
inviting nature's brilliant subharmonies
to speak again full-voiced revival choir
without degenerate
autonomous
naked despair
In which we learn good verse
and voice
have structure
pattern
imprinting rhythm,
rich analogic content,
perhaps even revolutionary story,
assonant bouquet,
climates of secular hue
and sacred silent cry.
Way, way out there on Planet X-42718
peering through his telescope one night late
the astronomer's eyes opened wider and wider
at what he was viewing in the lenses inside her
Will you look at that! he exclaimed in X-47218-ese
I can see through Planet E-0054's atmosphere with ease
It seems that all kinds of creatures are living down there
The news of this discovery will spark great fanfare
And so it did, and so it was that a hue and cry arose
to visit Planet E-0054 to try to get to know
who those creatures were and what they were doing
an expedition was organized for clear nights with good viewing
But the skies clouded up for a month or so
'til the green light was given for the expedition to go
There was countdown and blast-off, and things seemed ideal
yet little glitches started popping up piecemeal
Poor planning had them on top of the planet quite fast
when their radar picked up signals that left them aghast
fleets of missiles and bombs designed to blow them apart
What sort of creatures would do this? Had they no hearts?
So the expedition quickly turned back, severely disappointed
taking one last look back where the rendezvous was appointed
Yet lo and behold, there was absolutely nothing they could see
the planet's atmosphere re-polluted, from sea to garbage-strewn sea
Both Jing and Ling
Perfect match of nature
Are walking in Wuhan City,China
Have hand in hand
Before the king of death
The Corona Virus attacks on the city.
Unaware of dangers
From unseen little warrior
Smiling faces smile in spring of life.
But misfortune play game
And Ling caught by a dangerous flu
When they planned to manage life.
Multi , mass and print media
Were making hue and cry
The researchers and inventors
Raised their hands that the Virus
Can't be killed or defeat by
Present Vaccine and medicines .
Jing wants to hold Ling's hand
But scared girl say,
'don't touch me, friend '.
Do you know ? My dear
Virus spreads in touch
So keep four feet away, dear.
Ling wants isolation (quarantine)
Jing want close relation
Both are made for each other .
But a new enemies the covid 19
Originate fear ,conflict and debate
Where lovers exchange arguments.
Women are always right
So Ling won the Nobel fight
She was going to isolate
From her lovely soulmate
Desperate Jing prayed Flora
To bless and save life of lover.
She comes to bless
Have necter in golden honeycombs
Which is full of honey
To save Jing's honey
She want return promise from you
Nature, creature will live in harmony.
If you want to be winners
Against the king of death Covid 19.
Say Namste without sake hands
Keep distance and wash hands.
Luke warm water, turmeric milk
Practice Yoga to keep yourself at less risk.
Be aware ,Do aware
Stay home the few days
Be safe yourself and world from the ways.
All Mighty will help his sons and daughters
Keep patience and faith
The God is mighty then the demon virus.
Holodomor Genocide
Native of Ukraine and Soviet Union,
Known once for my independence,
Was pitied tobrutal artificial famine,
Exporting our grain,and leaving us to die,
Declared Kurkul under Stalin's policy,
Shipped to remote uninhabited Siberia,
Left to die of famine,
I was one of the millions,
Once the landlords now riches to rags,
Ghost of hunger that engulfed us all,
Even our innocent kids,
Many nights of darknessand severe ache,
More in heart than in the stomach,
Sun brought no shine,
Zero hope as deathdanced around,
As if wolves driven from the woods,
We ate our own bodies,
Every moment souls died a new death,
Horrible Helplessness, hue and cry around,
Walking amongst corpses,
the good were first to die,
Cannibalism survived,
Could morals stay high ?
Survival a mystic miracle,
Made to deny any famine in public,
Robert conquest termed it 'Harvest of Sorrow'
Decree by Parliament proves it worst of genocide!
Written October 20th, 2014
On Holodomor In Ukraine in 1928
For contest' Genocide' by Cyndi Macmillan
Awarded 1st place
There is a convict king..An omnivore
Who eats the atrocious, yet showed
A brother the door' for lesser offences?
Though bad no doubt.' He's also put in the shade, by dark pontifs, where is the
Righteous shout ? The hue and cry.' The
potus's call.? The vigilant news corps
When did things fall.? Perhaps when the
Serpent slithered hugging the tree that
Held all knowledge, through as a mist i
See.? A form of growth a system that
Branches rich in foliage, yet that covers
Your chances..Lost in wonder of what can
Be by man-made.? Muscles become lax, as
So dense the messaging under this type of shade.)
Then what to his wand'ring blund'ring eye should appear
A comely young lass willing to spread dread and fear
Even much better's she married much older
"All the better to see you my Dear and be bolder.
I delight in the fright and things will be dandy.
If it will be spread by some winsome eye candy."
All the while this Grinch swallows and wallows in pardon
While he plays DJ where the roses were gardened
You can hear 'midst the din, hue and cry in the land
But this is the guy who now picks the bands
That will be centering all our attention
There will be no mention of any dissension
Because Sinterclause cows the Press and the Right
"Merry Xmas to all", unless we say, "Good night!"