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….And no one spoke…
protecting all about them from
the perception of impropriety,
insensitivity, misunderstanding
…and no one looked…
shielding their eyes lest their gaze
be taken as an affront to the fashion
choices of a passerby, an insult to
the sanctimonious clerics wardrobe,
an assault on the personal space of
a nearsighted Neanderthal.
…and no one listened….
for fear of hearing anything….
that might offend their sensitivities,
sound a tone that was not in
complete compliance, allow the possibility
of conversation.
So did the monkeys take the throne,
the threesome of denial, risen
to the peak of power because they
heard no evil – spoke no evil – saw no evil
became the dupes of evil - because they
heard no good – spoke no good – saw no good
John G. Lawless
8/13/2015
Back in the day, to earn my way
I added minutes to callings cards for which clients would pay
To avoid impropriety
Their address was required for security.
One day a gentleman called in named Neal,
But his address he would not reveal!
"I don't understand," he whined, "why do you pry?"
"Sir," I said, "it's just something we must verify."
"Well, I think you're invading my privacy!"
"Sir, my employer requires it for legitimacy-
Since the credit card number is already stored,
it's to confirm the charge is above-board."
At this he sniffed and then claimed
The address was still the same
As the one listed under his name.
I sighed, "Sir, I may just be a clerk,
But it must be specific, 'It's the same,' just won't work."
Around and around on this point we went
Until my patience was tapped, my energy spent.
"So, Neal," I said to end the fight,
"I show it is 72 Moss St, is that right?"
"Yes, it is," he agreed immediately.
"Now that's funny, I don't see how that could be,
Since that's MY address, and I know you don't live with me!"
"Oh, um-" click! and there the call ended-
But that wasn't my address, I only pretended!
7/30/18
Fool Me Once contest
Sponsored by Brenda Chiri
Title:
Are we all mysteriously
Sinful?
(A lone voice whispers)
In the beginning
Did you secretly
Walk like a curious
Enigmatic Charles Darwin
Looking
Whilst
Lost in Youth
Seeking The Meaning of Sin
To clandestine dark places where
Angels
Without harps
Profusely lambast and
Sing
Searching
Through concealed ancient manuscript and treatises
Seduced by Mistresses and Masters
Of Seductions
By their ever-changing winds
And rhymes
And now
Are you still covertly
Only understood
By a select few
Riding your Pale Horse
Tempestuously
Through lost
Biographies of Old Beliefs
Always on the lookout for engagements
A means to sometimes
Circumvent dark
Carnal release
Or are you still drinking Cool-Aid
From the Matrix’s ever spinning
Propaganda's machine
As the Cosmic Serpent
Of your own Apocalypse
Approaches with such devious guile
Heralding a new divine invasion
Of your own United Nations
So you still dwell in
A new vision of Gilgamesh
Wallowing in previous dark memories of
Sins
Of old encounters and embraces
Of its sensuous
Flesh
Or are you a new lost Nikola Tesla
Lost in the folds of deep personal histories
Overwhelmed
With impropriety and greed
Still seemingly held in check
By fingerprints of
Memories Old Gods
But still always courageously
Praying silently to the skies
Trying to save
Your soul
Always praying someone
Hears you and your deeds and comes down
To intercede
Copyright John Duffy
Gradually it internalized.
Taking over it mesmerized.
Initially it demonized.
Intense pressure loomed.
A feeling I was doomed.
Festered a previous wound.
Forgiveness given in confession.
I continue to feel recession,
Wavering on deep depression
.
Harder for me to pardon my part,
Lord I will regain a contrite heart.
I seek conscious correction to start.
Turned its back on fidelity.
Guilt enveloped me.
A dark room developed me.
Creating an orb, so negative.
Becoming photosensitive.
Now totally insensitive.
No light to bear to appease.
No way to encourage ease.
Foreboding thoughts in degrees.
All hope was in the past.
To conceptualize at last.
Options now were vast.
No doubt I handled it wrong.
For conscious correction I long.
Demanding that I remain strong.
Resulting in Sadness and Anxiety,
No chance of achieving piety.
Committed to sheer impropriety.
Remorse brings sadness as I regress.
Learning to look back less.
Experiencing an emptiness.
Spiritually watching the future unfold,
Yields a finer perspective to hold.
A stronger conception of bold.
Conscious correction eradicates sorrow.
Seeking a perception of tomorrow.
From a deep engulfing hollow.
Once sadness is finally alleviated.
It should instigate Anxiety to be fated.
Eventually to become abated.
Clear intellection to lead the way.
Knowing it’s not possible to fix yesterday.
The fortitude to hold anxiety at bay.
A past that should not be foretold.
Anxiety, an emotion that should be controlled.
A nervousness I can furtively withhold.
With the reassurance of calm, I can bask.
Positively conscious correction asserts this task.
In addition, nothing else can I justifiably ask.
July 7th Benevolence
Spies Flawed Sight in Tammuz,
Yiddens’ Tragic Hearing in Av,
Shemiras Einayim, impropriety removes,
3 Middos did Avraham have,
Good Eye, Humble Spirit & Generous Neshama,
Their counter moves:
Ayin Rah from a blind Lev,
Arrogant Spirit, Ala denial of Truth,
Greedy Neshama follow ingratitude does!
Yet thinking your answers give birth,
To the Emes, yields “Gaivahdik” shallows,
Better to grope! … say, “I don’t know!”,
20/20 can be an illusion,
Attending focus is by Anavah,
5 Tammuz 5771 was my stroke intrusion,
Closing my outer eyes is how,
My inner eye yields “Ruchnius” Fusion!
Echad = 13, Unison,
It’s the 13th Anniversary!
There was a boy who so loved rich women--
endowed with the big treasure chests their mother's
gave them-- he would tell them so.
Now is this not an insult of high impropriety
that surely someone would take up the mettle
of a white a knight and defend those ladies' honor.
But can you also see with your mind's eye...
We all wear masks... we hide behind stoic faces that we
make for ourselves... burying feelings we don't want others
to see...
And maybe that is a good thing, or we would cry till the day
we die.
But when we do this... sometimes...
I think we just become really good at hiding.
And those ladies--
though I'm sure the jolt was quite shocking--
those ladies took off their masks--
if for but an instant--
and they reflected on themselves
8/22/'13
I’m visiting the Manor with the paranormal society
It’s said to be haunted; I’m filled with some anxiety
The Duke was murdered, bringing his lover notoriety
With bloodied hands she’s found guilty of impropriety
The Manor is so spooky, at one time it looked so grand
I startle as the door slams, my boyfriend holds my hand
I shiver when the key turns, there’s something underhand
Being locked in the old Manor wasn’t something I’d planned!
The windows are all boarded up, I’m feeling quite unsure
He tells me not to worry; we can exit from the back door
Cobwebs hang from the ceiling, they’re something I abhor
I wish I’d never agreed to go on this ghost hunting tour
Members wander off in pairs to the renowned haunted zones
Detection equipment is set up; to pick up creaks and groans
We know we must be quiet and talk in such hushed tones
Suddenly our hand held scanners pick up wails and moans
The floorboards begin to creak; we hear footsteps in the hall
A dust covered portrait of the Duke suddenly falls off the wall
Hairs stand on the back of my neck and my skin starts to crawl
I’ve come to the conclusion I don’t like ghost hunting after all!
Tonight’s paranormal activity has given me such a dreadful fright
We hurry down the staircase; my face has turned a ghastly white
Our torches light up the entrance hall and to our great delight
The huge wooden door swings open and we escape into the night!
Sponsor Dear Heart
Contest The Haunted House
8/23/18
They say that it will cure all your ills,
It's liquid and doesn't come in pills;
will it cure, anxiety, trauma and impropriety?
depression, obsession, angst and obesity?
Flatulence, disobedience, lack of ********,
boredom, constipation, sickness and a sore bum,
morbidness, being morose, getting rid of a dose,
help ejaculation, deaf and dumb, making you come.
Phobias, hang-overs, make-overs, hand rovers,
sexual harassment, groping and embarassment,
corruption, bribery, graft, lying and dying,
cheating, beatiing, passing exams without trying.
No, it won't, unless you're into psychosomatic,
in which case, you're route to paradise will be automaric.
lets take a closer look
open up the good book
you'll be amazed at what you see
we as people think we free
but the bible says we living in slavery
welfare and section 8
government taxes that we must pay
project living
dope dealings, robbings and killing
fiends on the prowl
while dogs constantly growl
crack pipes in the streets
who can stand the heat?
living paycheck to paycheck
trying to figure out our next step
paying the bills
but yet and still
we in the same predicament
dreaming and wishing for lottery settlements
not knowing who we really are
steady wishing on stars
not knowing esau from Jacob
they showed our people such hatred
yet and still we kill one another
well look closer because that's your brother
we from the same tribe
our fallen brothers that have died
are turning in their graves
while you shoot, kill, rant and rave
they died for the cause
while you fools shoot just cause
they want to kill off our society
were becoming an impropriety
people walking in the streets
protesting for what they believe
police only patrol the hood
while they treat esau's people all good
Jacob gets the ladder
our people steady getting madder
esau sold his birthright for a bowl of lentil soup
then gathered up his troops
and made slaves out our people
then wrote we created equal
yet we are the minority
but by who's authority?
but the bible clearly states the truth
that we the 12 tribes came from Christ roots
ceasaer white washed their faces
during the rebirth of the white civilization
our birthright and heritage is what they have taken
truth hurts that's why I wrote this poem
because so many of my people are still unknowing
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