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No prophesy, epiphany or convoluted scheme
Forecast it’s not. For sure, no joke. And isn’t a pipe dream
But something tells me, instinct chimes, we are so overdue
For global war, as tensions build, for there are many clue
With Pakistan and India, it’s not a soccer match
Red China has a grabby hand, conducts another snatch
U.S. of A. is causing pain, with strain all the way
Against Ukraine – the NK troops, in serious gun play
The good ole Europe has no clue - to sh*t or wind the watch
And Yemen’s Houthis, aiming hate to go up extra notch
Iran and Russia sign pact, strategic, kid you not
We drop assistance to Ukraine, it’s nothing but a rot
In Tehran, they're building bomb, with scary letter “N”
Against Hamas and Hezbollah - combat, no exit plan
Islam, it riles every land, to dominate - and will
Plus Moscow drones attack Ukraine, to have civilians killed
That last world war, forgotten much, is eighty years old
And pressure builds, tectonic plates, are barely on hold
One stupid move or power play – that’s all it’s going to take
Then “Mother War”, an ugly name, uncoils like a snake
I should be wrong, I must stay hushed, I want to live in peace
Yet waves of anguish, they’re spread by White House mouthpiece
What do I know, a little ant, antennas sensing breeze
But if you hear, powers be, don’t start a new war, please!
* NK – North Korea
April 30, 2025
He came by to see her project, not caring for Zoom.
His male arrogance preceded him into the room
She attempted to show him her cyborg solution.
Off task, he told her about his ideas for pollution.
I thought you were here to see my project, she said.
He was not embarrassed, this pompous guy, Ted.
I am here to see if anything you are doing is worthwhile.
She did not give him any leeway, a joke or a smile.
This scientifically minded woman is all business.
She began drawing in the air, cyborgs appear through kismet.
The misogynist male was intimidated as a computer appeared.
He was out of his element and became a tiny bit afeared.
They laughed as if it weighed no more
Than dust upon the classroom floor.
A whispered joke, a pointed stare,
Pretending no one noticed there.
The words were small, or so they said,
Yet lived like storms inside my head.
Each passing day they gathered weight,
A quiet burden built by hate.
They stole my voice one joke at a time,
Turning confidence into a crime.
Every answer stayed behind my teeth,
Buried somewhere far beneath.
The halls grew longer every day,
As if the walls had learned their way.
Every locker, every bell,
Became another kind of hell.
Some watched with eyes turned to the ground,
As if their silence made no sound.
No hands reached out, no voices rose;
The loudest pain is one no one knows.
They said, "It's only words," and smiled,
As though the hurt was weak and mild.
But words can settle deep inside,
Where fear and loneliness collide.
The mirrors learned to speak their names,
Reflecting all their borrowed claims.
I searched for someone I once knew,
But every glance revealed someone new.
Even laughter started to sting,
A simple joke meant everything.
I questioned every passing glance,
Every whisper, every chance.
The days moved on; the years did too.
The world forgot, but memories grew.
Time never asked what I had lost,
Or counted up the hidden cost.
They walked away when school was through,
Never wondering what they put me through.
Perhaps they never even knew
How deeply every sentence grew.
The bruises faded, none could see,
The ones they carved inside of me.
No scars to trace, no blood to find,
Only echoes living in my mind.
The classroom emptied. Chairs were still.
The silence settled with its chill.
Their voices left the room behind,
But never truly left my mind.
Some wounds are hidden, dark and deep,
The kind that follow into sleep.
And though the world moved on with ease,
The echoes never asked to leave.
CRAZY HORSE
Motorcycle is the horse of satan ...
It is so deadly and fatal,
that uneven the devil rides it,
not to put himself in danger...
TOO MANY REMEDY
Too much medicine administered
it's an evil that kills well ...
MONEY
Too much money in the account,
it's not "dirty" money,
it's "laundered" money ...
TURN STATE' EVIDENCE
Delation is not worth and accepted
as a complete proof ... but it's worth
to save the snitch
from jail.
LAZINESS
The lazy person is just that.
pure laziness of
not being lazy ..!
FATHER AND GRANDFATHER
It used to be said that the dictionary was
"father" of the stupid ... today
he is the "grandfather" ...
the father today is
Doctot Google ...! all
well, well explained ... but,
who is the "donkey" "father" ...!
Why can you not see in acting as though you are blind
He set you free so that it would be Him that you would find
He has laid down every single stone on this His easy road
But you have never even grown or come to realize what is owed
You joke about His Holy Name in building up your own pride
Not seeing the shame, especially because for you He died
You never take His side because you don't want to look lame
In saying that they have all lied and life is really just a game
Though you don't like to dwell as I can see it in your eyes
Even the thought of hell well this thought you just despise
But that is where you are headed if you don't know His Name
With the enemy you are embedded and Jesus will put you all to shame
May I suggest that you turn from your wicked ways
And try doing your best to give Jesus His just praise
You only have just so many days in this His test
Just learn of His Ways and He will do all the rest
Uruguay and I’m a Gwirl
I want you to love me, I want you to care.
I want you to promise you’ll always be there.
I’m a man willing to fight for love.
Battlefield is strewn with former hugs.
I’m the one whose name is on all your puns.
Biggest joke in town for sure.
I’m the boy, the Peter Pan head on.
Never grew to like attempts at fun.
I’m the soul never united, moon and sun.
Feel myself coming undone.
I never claimed to be your saving grace.
I never claimed that I mattered.
I never said I’d put a smile on your face.
I’m merely mortal wrapped in matter.
No energy to fight for peace.
No more silent protests at your door.
Nothing left in me worth fighting for.
Never had a choice of either, or.
I sold myself to any heart that lied.
Every one hurts every time.
I sold my soul just to be by your side.
You only ever made me die.
(C)2023 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
True, there is evil in this spinning, world so vast and wide.
But to label, entire groups, shows that humans can be snide.
I am not talking about murder here at all here.
But it’s so easy to condemn others with words and jeer.
We do not present true facts to prove that anyone is a cheat.
We just toss out generalizations, while we tap our poetic feet.
While good men and women may lose lives tonight in battle.
We are warm and safe at home and hear only our pens rattle.
We get a POTD and it might go to our most creative heads..
We think we are special, while civil servants, by tonight, will be dead.
America, or any country needs men and women to protect and serve.
In their armies or in politics, before Communinism throws us a fast curve.
Most of us have had ethical or religious training of various kinds.
It’s unseemly to condemn any, who serve in anyway, is indeed, most unkind.
Watching the words we write, is far from a tasteless joke.
If we pen to destroy others, we are no better than pigs in a poke!
Generalizations about entire groups are reflection’s on our souls and us.
Share ‘your ‘character defections, before casting aspersions of others at us!
5/26/2024
Seducing Evil No More
Perhaps at the days complete
This date with death shall not
prove to be deadbeat.
The outcome has proven quite concrete.
Tragedies that shades
itself behind deaths eyes
piercing to contaminate
like some blastomycete:
Ready to enter my blood to do some harm.
like some invading fungi who does not laugh
at the joke, but at the joker’s lack of antidotal charm.
As death is now my escort;
Invasion needs no persuasion.
I've awakened myself, to realize such a thought.
Finding my words nesting, in some confessions plot.
That is why I never sympathize with evil.
Abetted, by the fluid allure of death.
Follows me like fresh fish with a trail of flies.
In poetic terms, it’s easy to describe
the evil that is flowing, like sewage in a flood.
Around every corner, I have found,
The hatred from which I strive to hide.
Led me to find a peaceful place near the trees
Where peacefully, I now reside.
Sitting alone with one trusting friend, as
we admire the color of the trees in the quiet.
We meditate and sit in amber silence.
Without anticipation of the judgment of each other.
SONG TO THE RUINS OF AMERICA
With the Glyn Ford’ eyes:
"Fascist Europe-The Rise of Racism and Xenophobia"
I see with horror how from an american country to another
Racism and Xenophobia are cultivated in ist fields
Inspecting the growth of fascism and its relationship
With the capitalist families’ domain
As Daniel Guerin saw in his “Fascism and Big Busines”
When Fascism was flourishing in Germany and Italy
For nothing.
Cities and fields returns to watering the river Biederitz
Feeder of the river Elba
That brings the Hitler and Eve’s cremated and crushed remains
Together with others of theirs on the studio couch
Where they were found suicided
Perhaps the same couch of love where Neville Chamberlain
the British Prime Minister was sat.
River that joins and, at the end, matchs to the river Potomac
In Chesapeake Bay, Atlantic Ocean
Rested in backwater of the White House’ pool
Built in its foundations and frames
by slaves and Irish and Italian workers without papers
that tomorrow will come to call "Trumpbunker".
He’ll walk in the middle of the garden
Arrogant his figure as a God with joke eyes, body to much he-man
And penisly classic figure
whose Te Deum will be of the Asses and the Marquis of Sade.
Heil¡ He’s the “Uro of Heck" big, robust, with long horns
a brown copper hair, with skin of a certain form
with fierce behaviour.
Heil¡ He’s the new Thartac, God of the Hivites with Ass-headed
well known and loved by priests and parish priest.
Nor the snow neither the wind will lash, that they believe
The angry figure of this God-man who loves life
As a desolated tyrant with dizziness of sex just nasty
running towards the void of a great National and Global Zoo
upon which will erect a statue to the Ass
to which will come the souls of the Eve’s terrier breed scottish dogs
and the Hitler’ German Shepherd Dog with her cubs
to piss lifting up its leg.
And Fabius will sing near the doors of the White House
The new "Trumpbunker"
the Rodrigo Caro’s paraphrased song to the Ruins of Italica:
"These, Trump, poor me¡ that you see now
Lonely fields, gloomy hill
Were a time great America”.
Because the crime, the evil, the cruel and bloody
Assembly of wars against another peoples and nations
Ever returns, sooner or later, against one and another.
Verse 1
Epitaph for a Shy Guy
He spoke in secrets ,shadows said so sweet,
A murmur,muted,on the main street.
His silence screamed a story,softly,slow,
A secret sparkle scarcely seen to glow.
The quietest voice was quote,we carefully
quote it still,
His peaceful presence,a perfect,peaceful
perfect pill.
Verse 2.
Epitaph for the Baadjievanger (1)
He snared,the swift,sly,silver-tongued
salesman,
Who wove his webs, winning with wit,when
the world began.
His dreams were a dream, a dazzling dreadful
disaster,
He caught all the cash,moving closer,then
faster.
The final fool fell for fate's false flatter,
His promises proven dust, do they even
matter?
Baadjievanger-A hanger-on,a scammer,opportunist, trickster
Verse 3.
Epitaph for the king of Bling
Here lies a life lined with lovers and
loudness,
A silver sky sparkling several sounds of
stunning soundness.
He wore gold gleaming,his soul's silver song,
But glitter's gone,grandeur's gone,a glimmer
gone gone.
The final flash has faded,a silent, sober
state so swift,
His most mighty magnificence,a memory's
miserable myth.
Verse 4.
Epitaph For the Great Tycoon
A power prince,he piled profits past
the planet's peak,
He bought bank buildings and a billion
bank notes for a break,.
His grip on gold,greatest of governments,
gloomed so grand,
But all his stocks and shares now sleep
beneath the same sand.
He made millions and a mountain of material
money,
Yet mortal making means memory's most
melancholy morning.
Verse 5
Epitaph for a gangster
Here lies a life lived fast and loud,
A silent shadow in the subway street crowd.
His guns are silent,glory's grave,
A kingpin's kingdom nothing could save.
The darkest deeds now dust and dream,
only the diamond death did secretly seam.
Verse 6
Epitaph for a Drunkard
He drank the day,he drained the darkest
dram,
A storm of spirits, slurring slam,
He found his freedom in the fluid flow,
His journey's joke, the bottle's bitter
blow.
The final bar is closed,the tab is settled low,
He's now not near the nectar nor the glass's
glow