Long Importing Poems
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I can't find the words,
And even if I could, would there be enough words,
To describe,
To my scribe.
What I feel when I look at the news on my computer,
Before I become a commuter,
And find picture after picture
Pasted by reporters who need a lecture,
On how the reader can make sense,
When there seems to be no sense,
In pasting a picture that is totally unrelated
To the words in the story that is featured.
In my lecture I would be saying to these modern reporters,
And the editors,
To whom they are reporting,
Too many pictures you are importing,
At the expense of good reporting.
My heart goes out to those tasked with deciding,
Who gets an award for best reporting.
The only advice I can give them is to put their blinkers on,
As, with the pictures all gone,
They may find the list of reporters who can report, quite short,
And those whom to pictures, often resort,
Will find it less rewarding,
And we may see more words appearing,
With the odd picture we can see, as belonging.
At Customs
Delayed fatigued grumpy and miserable there was I
yet another queue at Oliver Tambo on arrival another
Check scan body search and
mind games in my baggage
Damascus had been an unusual holiday destination
had firmly attached a couple of splinters just a bit of
Shrapnel trauma displacement
on the movie of my soul
Amena breathing the rubble with one foot detached
collateral damage digitalised toes in my camera
Home still smouldering siblings
Riham and Yaman with Allah now
Sayid coughs up the message of
how the planes came planes came
again and again planes came planes
then mother and father had vanished
Assel unable to talk it is difficult to
speak without jaw when brain leaks
upper jaw lower jaw who
cares who minds the statistic
So many images am I importing the
injustice depravation guilt shame
‘Not in my name’ nameless no
frame in the hierarchy of evil
Destruction of a sovereign nation and
the king makers in the global North West
export and import in trauma and transit
memories narrative existential angst
In the queue at the airport OR Tambo
and the tambourine major plays human
beings sacrificed on the altar of a simple
custom of exporting terror and malice
I am importing so much on my return
from Damascus yet choose the line
‘Nothing to declare’ but sorry I cannot do this
there is no time and you don’t want to know
So much pain so much anger on my mind…
but I have too much to declare
Tides in motion beneath my crust
of water-ice and planet dust,
heat a hidden salty ocean.
Beneath my crust tides in motion.
My fertile womb so ripe with seeds,
with nutrients that new life needs.
Deep in the darkness, in the gloom,
so ripe with seeds my fertile womb.
We’re not alone, there’s quite a few,
Europa, Triton, Titan too.
We’re moons with a life-friendly zone.
There’s quite a few, we’re not alone.
In dreadful dreams I saw peril:
aliens that are not sterile,
importing deadly survey teams.
I saw peril in dreadful dreams.
From Earth arrives a prying probe,
now transiting past Saturn’s globe,
to learn if life in my womb thrives.
A prying probe from Earth arrives …
From Earth arrives a prying probe,
Now transiting past Saturn’s globe,
To learn if life in my womb thrives,
A prying probe from Earth arrives …
October 16, 2022
Swap Quatrain
For information about amazing Enceladus, see: solarsystem.nasa.gov/moons/saturn-moons/enceladus/in-depth/
or: www.newscientist.com/article/2339020-enceladus-shown-to-have-all-six-of-the-essential-elements-for-life/#:~:text=Saturn's%20moon%20Enceladus%20is%20producing,%2C%20oxygen%2C%20phosphorus%20and%20sulphur.
To use “that” or substitute “which”
Knowing this would make me quite rich
Wrong words are a glitch
That we hate and do switch
Since an editor’s ire is a b*tch
Author's note: I have been writing technical material for the past year, which has taken all my creative energy. I have missed many of the wonderful poets who live here. The good news is that the people I work for are beginning to embrace database publishing.
We have all the paragraphs in one table, and "assemble" the paragraphs into documents using another table by importing record keys. Most people are not interested in this kind of thing, however, it could save us all a lot of money and lead to better technical publications from my employer.
So, the site has some filtering for political correctness. At first, I thought I had left a word off, but alas, no. Is a little humor that bad?
We know you must break the law to join them,
So why are we pandering to them,
Letting them rule too many streets,
And even whole towns.
Is it not way past time for push back?
To grow some backbone,
And say to them,
If you sell our sons and daughters drugs,
And they commit a crime you will get double the sentence they get.
We should also tell them importing the ingredients for making drugs,
Could be deemed as an act of treason,
As they have no regard for the nation,
And may well be helping terrorists flourish.
Can we afford to let these organised criminals?
Posing as gang members grow any stronger,
If we want to be fit to champion the cause of all the,
Bright, wonderful, yet extremely vulnerable children.
Is it not time to give them the message?
That their time is up,
And the choice of what happens next is theirs,
As to whether they want to spend time in the sun,
Or take the chance our backbones will remain unfit for the task.
Blitz the day
Blitz in a lightening
Lightening the way
Lightening an importing
Importing the play
Importing as if to say to
To day light the way
To illuminate zamindar
Zamindar of owing a looking
Zamindar rent booking
Booking a room with a view
Booking in lieu
Lieu of mood
Lieu of institute
Institute your lines
Institute my time
Time spent effacing
Time lent to this zoo
Zoo of concrete
Zoo showcasing base
Base sing in treble
Base done level
Level up my spirits
Level hero initiate
Initiate instigate
Initiate template
Template a test
Template with zest
Zest for life
Zest for breath
Breath of breadth
Breath of Length
Length of purpose
Length of impose
Impose your duty
Impose yours truly
Truly you wisp the way
Truly like a zephyr
Zephyr of hand
Zephyr of band
Band of allegiance
Band of legion
Legion air of atmosphere
Legion ideal
Ideal cavalier
Ideal temperature
Temperature of blitzkrieg
Temperature of lightning zeal
Zeal
Blitzkrieg
...They’re always killing babies,
they treat it like a virtue,
deny your humanity
if you are still in the womb,
act as if age along says
whether you’re human or not,
and if you’re less than nine months
they’ll kill you, leave you to rot;
Forget that killing babies
is something savages do;
brought back human sacrifice,
say it’s ‘empowering’ too.
Now they have killed so many
that workers are hard to find;
to guarantee no-cost sex
they’re ending entire lines.
And the ones who escape this
they groom in the public schools,
cheerlead gender confusion,
make it seem trendy and cool.
Those who fall for it are doomed
to hormones and surgery,
sterilized, they’ll have no chance
of children of family.
The left pushes all of it,
new life they seem to despise,
democrats are destroyers,
don’t vote for your own demise.
They are always importing
people who are not from here,
just throwing open borders,
saying there’s no need to fear.
Ignoring that the cartels
worm their way in through this sh-t,
or that foreign governments
export their madmen through it;
ignoring the jobs taken
from their people here at home,
since you can pay migrants less
if to the law they’re not know;
ignoring the sheer expense
it puts on hospitals, schools,
pushing up the housing costs
by surging the demand pool;
ignoring all the victims
brought on by the increased crime,
raped of murdered every week,
we see it now all the time.
And below it the cruel truth,
these lefties hate what we are,
they seek to dilute freedoms,
and our traditions discard,
they replace their own people
with folks more easy to bribe,
democrats are destroyers,
don’t vote for your own demise.
My love,
the depth of my fervor is without measure
you are the face that illuminates the darkness
you are the eyes filled with fireflies
their gleamy glows fill love's misty realms
you cause my heart to quiver importing me to dreamland
where we'll accommodate ourselves on some barren shore
as lovers...in a warm passionate embrace
freed from the burdens of the world
perhaps...taste our lips melting in another time and place
where we'll glide to the stars on wishes and wings of golden memories
we'll claim the nights as dreamers
whose pockets are filled with poems...written by our souls
when we learned to cross the bridge to ambrosial sighs
treasured by lovers...
joined by our fate before our shadows fall upon our footprints
and we vanish in the gray twilight of our time on Earth
9/7/18 contest Verses of Metaphors II
Recalling Life’s Pages
Miracle Man
6-5-2022
Bound by quietness I sit in thought,
on occasions long scampered into time’s abyss.
Dawn chokes those that ebony brought,
though helpless to modify, I now reminisce.
Time has swallowed life’s precious pages,
but neither in satisfaction, or pity, do I wallow.
Importing thoughts from life’s distant stages,
keeps me cognizant of the tracks I follow.
* the story of Antogo, was written in 1898, by a less famous author
by the name of Altourgum or Aultourgium, the Novus, said to have
been born to a female stripper in Sweden. He was the son of a
defected confederacy soldier who defected to Sweden during the American
Civil war. He left America, with the money they found in towns they invaded.
He left America with his ***** companion, who bore eight children. He founded the Swedish press company in 1890, later it bought the Swedish vanilla company, and began importing sugar from the America's, were he was considered a moneygrabber, but the British banker Noble Gifstan said the monies Aultourgium had seized was unlisted and could not have been given to those who had earned it, making his companies legitimate and valuable. After buying the Dutch Company Pyzo Pappy, he changed the name to the Dutch Sugar and
Vanilla Comp[any. They made a fortune selling products from the America's, he also began touring the European theater scene, were, he held auditions for musicians , actors and writers, who travel together on trains and ships, to do plays in area's were theater was profitable.
In 1934, the Daughters of Altourgium, found play's and songs from the era of the American Civil war, they had musicians to jazz-up the music and created a new modern sound to sing the sounds to, the used an orchestra and opera singer to sing the songs while the actors performed.