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Eu the Selfish

In Europe they call us selfish just out for our own 
but they just wanna use us and send money home 
and that’s selfish you know, 
survival is selfish is that a bad thing 
selfish against Hitler forever lasting 
thought we couldn’t get passed him 
we’re still standing 
he’s a has been 
lets settle this Brexit is a political set up 
Westminster over Brussels unelected 
cause Westminster can be inspected 
we vote for our leaders our peeps 
yours are selected elites 
we ask them to leave us but yours won’t 
hold them responsible whilst yours don’t respond at all picking and choosing never accountable it’s you who's losing 
who’s in a downward fall 
the big group or island four 
Independent whilst yours 
instigate bent 
how wars divided nations 
now all joined in European Unification 
bigger is better 
when never 
bigger fall harder 
as chaos grows larger 
the pound is stronger than the Euro 
so you know 
where to go 
the EU 
we leave you, 
we’re better mate don’t need you 
a weak group on a defeat loop
© Nick Trim  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme


Hinterlands of Thee Netherlands

oft times ('specially 
   these latter un-sainted days and nights) 
   death doth haunt me zeitgeist
which thoughts of my demise
 
   crowds out purposeful thinking  
   in the twitching mind kempf
   paradigm of this atheist 
hence, he betook himself 
   to this MacBook Pro, 

   while swiss side dull ideations 
   for professional intercession, could not wait
   asper affecting s cathartic, 
   emetic, harmonic tete a tete

and providing a meaningful surrogate
   to expunge morbid mental state
accessed Open Office 
   and let fingers (of left hand) do talking heads

   to an imaginary therapist
   across this qwerty keyboard 
   allowing, enabling, and  
   at the quickest typing rate

striving to cap cha dismal, gloomy, 
   and ill lust tree us deplorable mood aye e quate
with pitching into a bottomless abyss where pate
fed ceaseless diet of NON GMO –
 
   a last repast the grim reaper did orchestrate
   gluten free, an extra heavy dose 
   of monosodium gluti Nate 
which ingredient doth BuzzFeed thine appetite
 
   for total mortal exter minate
'thou no need fermi to rush, 
   where angels fear to tread, cuz but better late
than never, the apothegm, credo, ethos...Kate

(the caterer maintains an open exit from life, 
   and cares only that each soul doth feel elan, 
   joi de vivre, and psalm times 
   a leaper chants, ecstatically finally 

   gustatory humming dont jubilate 
for your final homecoming, or else 
   the mailer daemon lived 
   a devilish life will instigate
a de coup age d'etat, but such extreme 

   measure for measure heed doth hate
yet exceptions always made for a date
particularly when henchmen to die for 
   golden opportunity 

   to snatch a generic guy a create
an underground soiree will cease, 
   when ashes master 
   of hell raising circumstances twill use as bait
let underground missionary be my advocate.
Form:

Premium Member What Gave Them the Right

On this September day
From the air they came
Cowards in flight
For what to gain
 
Airliners hijacked
For their pathetic cause
The praise they choose
Were religious flaws
 
To take ones life
Is not their write
No where is it written
Or hidden from sight
 
A phrase i now mention
Is " The Scum of the Earth "
This chosen few
Are just not worth
 
Heroes and martyrs
Are they supposed to be
What gave them the right
To attack, the land of the free
 
What do we do
In the years ahead
Do we sit back and watch
As they instigate dread
 
The excuse we call oil
Is now in the past
For our soldiers will continue
To be maimed or lost
 
Can you imagine our countries
As they attacked on mass
The world needs democracy
We are in it, to the last



http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/america.php
Form: Rhyme

The Race Remix Part 2

8/3/17
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Dealt the hands of fate
A dollar short and day too late

Checkmate
Your ship is sank

Grab you by your cape
With haste
Then followed yellow tape
And not a single trace

Looked them in their face
Then put them in their place

Those who instigate
And discriminate
I eliminate

Same with if any that imitate
And implicate
Then toward them I liquidate

My eye on people when they manipulate
And vitiate
I'm ready to assassinate

Let me articulate
I'm out to innovate
And assimilate
Don't make me reiterate

Before I dissipate
What better time is there to illustrate?


The great escape
And great debate

Lifting  and pushing weight
Willing to undertake
It's all there to make
Lock it away in a safe
And put the rest in the bank
Keep a full gas tank
And work hard toward having an estate
With a keypad at the gate
As well as a pool the size of a lake

Home made cake
Veggies and meats barbequed or baked
Filling up the plate, with or without lobster and steak

An ever increasing rise in the birth rate
Music from the speakers rattling windows like an earthquake
Success on the first take
The blunt was rolled well and burned great

In the past seeds beginning to germinate
Then a certain scent started to permeate

Avoid all the drama
Got to add up more commas
Burning through potent ganja
If I gotta I wanna beat the case
Until the case is beat
They can take a seat
Because it all ended up being a waste
Of time and quite the disgrace

On the chase
A near endless race
Barely ever hitting the brakes
Picking up the pace
Got to get first instead of last place
From here on ground level or up in space

Too transparent and opaque
Not going to shake
The hand of any snake
Or flake

Got to keep the faith
One day ill buy or test drive a wraith
Form: Rhyme

Lxii Years Old and He Still Carries a Security Blanket

LXII+ years old and he still carries a security blanket

Move over Linus
Van Pelt of Peanuts fame,
cuz yours truly
also psychologically lame
since prepubescence
mine noticeably long hair

delivered inner comfort,
yet found some classmates
calling me "hippy" by name
though other tormentors among them
hurled expletive laced offensive insults
even ethnic slurs much less tame.

Absolute zero
anti-bullying laws prevailed ahoy
when reasonably rhyming poet
just a little beastie boy
"mean kids" hurtful tactics

they did deploy,
though one bookish lad named Donald Hoy,
he rode the same bus as me,
and most likely practiced magic ploy
to ward off nemesis.

Impossible mission
to detangle mane reason why
I experienced omnipotent
hair reed bond neither thy
father, mother nor therapist

could understand or qualify
outsize (obsessive/compulsive)
significance well nigh
much more (hyperbolically writing)
blatantly mystifying and unsettling

versus comprehending meaning
regarding the bridge on the River Kwai,
whereat these long strands
emanating from scalp, I
imagined them extending
out into space into no fly
zone, and if adored locks threatened
with someone brandishing scissors
one puny lad would cry.

Parents did not berate,
when early within mein kampf,
no matter my mother did execrate
obsessive compulsive thoughts did instigate
long necked pencil geek son
did unwittingly irritate
analogous to Samson

(though Delilah not my mate),
I imbue power courtesy each golden lock
atop me addled sub tracked pate,
where fifty plus shades of gray matter
houses ticky tacky psyche substrate,
which doth bubble, gurgle and percolate.

Only upon taking me last breath of air
viz, when grim reaper delivers death,
I will unroll welcome me
Scottish Harris tweed mat without fanfare
(for this common man),
and just maybe allow, enable, and provide
thee opportunity for scissors

to lop off longish straggly hair
subsequently repurposed into a
security blanket ideally suited
to create creature comfort within lair
for garden variety and generic caveman,
who truth be told lives very near
yours truly in Schwenksville.
Form: Rhyme


hinterlands of thee netherlands

alternately titles: I got noose for you,
Yours truly doth garrotte tee
another itsy bitsy, 
betsy wetsy easy breezy read.

oft times ('specially 
these latter unsainted days and nights) 
in white satin:
death doth haunt me atheistic zeitgeist
which thoughts of my demise
crowds out purposeful thinking 
in the twitching mind kampf
paradigm of this atheist 
hence, he betook himself 
to this MacBook Pro, 
while swiss side dull ideations 

for professional intercession, could not wait
asper affecting cathartic, 
purgative, harmonic tête-à-tête
and providing a meaningful surrogate
to expunge morbid mental state
accessed Open Office 
and let fingers 
(of left hand) do talking heads
to an imaginary therapist
across this qwerty keyboard 

allowing, enabling, and 
at the quickest typing rate
striving to captcha dismal, gloomy, 
and ill lust tree us 
deplorable mood aye equate
with pitching into 
a bottomless abyss where pate
fed ceaseless diet of NON GMO – 
a last repast 
the grim reaper did orchestrate

gluten free, an extra heavy dose 
of monosodium glutamate, 
which ingredient doth 
BuzzFeed thine appetite
for total mortal exterminate
'thou no need n re:coe fermi to rush, 
where angels fear 
to tread, cuz but better Nate
than lever, the apothegm, 
credo, ethos...Kate
(the caterer maintains 

an open exit from life, 
and cares only 
that each soul doth feel elan, 
joie de vivre, and psalm times 
a leaping lemur chants, ecstatically finally 
gustatory humming don't jubilate 
for your final homecoming, or else 
the mailer daemon lived 
a devilish dervish life will instigate
de coup age d'etat, but such extreme 

measure for measure heed doth hate
yet exceptions always made for a date
particularly when henchmen to die for 
golden age opportunity 
to snatch a generic guy a create
an underground soiree will cease, 
when ashes master 
of hell raising 
unpleasant circumstances twill use as bait
let underground missionary be advocate.

Premium Member Hey Come Join Us

Bathed in delightful unknowingness I keep to myself.
I am not tempted to jump into the sewer of negativity I see unfolding 
The pool that often times seem to saturate and permeate this pack.
I refer to them as the negative three, but only to myself as
Everything you say gets back to everyone. 
I am old enough to have learned this the hard way a hundred times already.

Hey! One yells. Come join us. We are working on a little petition.
They are always working on a little petition against somebody.
For all I know this time it is against me; they have just forgotten.
I smile, and give them a jaunty, happy wave, friendly-like, but keep walking.

One of them says something and they laugh.
From experience I know they are not laughing in a good way.
I dare not hasten my steps, for when bullies smell fear, this is
When they chase you down and cut your jugular.

I am not even smug at my self-power, 
Or even my escape prowess. I know the smallest nuance of worry
Could ignite and instigate the Negative Three.
They have tentacles that twist and gnarl, 
They used to be a lot farther-reaching than they are now.
People have their “number”.

Mob-mentality almost always re-directs the weak.
I congratulate myself as I get out of sight, 
Escaping from the three who disparage people rather than ideas,
Three who are always on a “feeding frenzy” to “get” someone.
I am glad and relieved that I am a lone wolf.

Premium Member Imagery

Picture images
World in mad swirl
We all fall down


Present in the past
Looking back gaze
Past in the present


Distorted portraits
Twirling in the blur
Misty moments unearthed


Harsh sensibilities
Emergent violence
Conflicts seed war


Crazy madness
Forfeits true freedom
Attack thoughts breed


Hostile takeovers
Beyond simple mergers
Occupied territories


Fatal attraction
Ugly manifestations
Upheavals instigate


In freedom's name
Slavery in new mint
Revolutionary road


Why kill that sweet song
Of a mockingbird?
Install a dumb parrot


Disaster laid plain
Not just in vain
To murder complaint


Harsh reality
Jaded imagery
Hangman's noose


Don't pity the dead
They are fortunate
See this living hell


Dear beauty and truth
All seems lost
Where violent times amass


World peace transits
More like world in pieces
Sadness part IX




Leon Enriquez
26 September 2014
Singapore



(Notes: **part IX = the number 9 (IX) 
stands for completion or a conclusion of
a situation or cycle. After that, things
start again in a new cycle. Only when
things fall apart can a new wholeness 
emerge.)

Tangled Webs

Should we write in form to make a shape
Or let our minds run free, associate?
Such tangled webs within the mind  are draped

Oh, to run as free as antelopes
But from sharp tigers noone will escape
Can we  control , disarm  within a shape?

Love’s enacted falsely , making rape
Inside our  hearts shall we recover hope?
Such tangled webs the curtained mind  creates

Round the  marbled minds we  half dazed traipse
Wherever we go hunting, we’re too late
Can we  control  our fear  within a shape?

Collapsing faith cracks , can we concentrate
Or  from the deal , do we dissociate?
Such tangled webs  of mind  make ripe our hate

Now sex  compels but will can’t procreate
Can kindness smile  and friendship instigate?
Should we write in form when we love shape?
Our mingled maps  of  mind   might mangle   fate

Blitzkrieg



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
art
Form: Blitz

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