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In the town of Singleton, Hunter valley, NSW
Stands the Caledonian hotel, called the Cali
Famous not only for its popular pub
But also for standing strong for Aussies freedom.
Mystery surrounds the hotel, claimed haunted
As four people died for unknown reason
Unexplainable voices are heard in the rooms
Not known if these are legends or true.
Upholding the access of entry in the Cali for all
The Federation Aussie Flag on its roof
Stood for the law of the land that supported
Human rights, freedom of choice, respect of dignity.
Although the symbol of Aussies freedom
And indeed of liberty of the humanity and the world
The flag was taken down by a special order
The famed country pub is crowned the Freedom Hotel.
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January 4, 2023
Contest : Freedom Pub
Sponsored by : Joe Maverick
Justice is fair
Justice is, well, just
Just the facts
Just what is needed
Needed to assign punishment
Needed to enforce the law.
Law of the land
Law and order
Order of business
Order to restore
Restore societal wrongs
Restore balance of power
Power to make a difference
Power to effect change
Change in government
Change in society
Society united
Society rebuilt
Rebuilt to prosper
Rebuilt for the common good
Good from bad
Good policing
Policing is lackluster
Policing is corrupt
Corrupt nowadays
Corrupt and violent
Violent against minorities.
Violent arrests
Arrests without just cause
Arrests for crimes
Crimes of the petty kind
Crimes quite serious
Serious police reform needed
Serious injustice
Injustice anywhere
Injustice everywhere
Everywhere one looks
Everywhere in America
America, my beloved country
America has a problem
Problem with gun violence
Problem with racism
Racism against minorities
Racism and anti-Semitism
Anti-Semitism is on the rise,
Anti-Semitism needs to stop.
Stop the madness!
Stop the mistreatment!
Madness
Mistreatment
We dream of rain...
And the mystery of the gun
We bold hold and driven apart
Kill the king when lovers depart
We dream of rain and the dark arts
Upon an endless sea, across an infinite A’merican waste…
A White House in the middle of Prussia a red square, fifty-two sons of the revolution, hundred of souls of the damned, we gather together to war on finite sands. We dream of rain under the desert sun, we hold the past, behold the last, one of these, we are the past, we look through to you. We are the last, we bold hold during the setting sun. We are the last.
We drive engines of mechanical wyrms, steam demons that burrow through. Deep inside sand on the infinite sea. We are the first, last, and always, nine while nine hold the throne. Bitter are the ones of your enemy’s cast. We sing this song of corruption, we sing empire down. Kill the king while lovers watch. The empire is in throws, the Mericans are bold and hold the line in the sand. A black house of a distant earth.
A white dress, the Empress of Nothing, nothing to hold. We are the last and always. We watch the red planet rise over your shoulder, we see the embers smolder. We are the kindred of the Last. Sing empire down. When lovers depart. They kill the beast in the sands where the steam of its heart bleeds. The Leviathan and of the sand and sea. Sing out our hearts, demand! Eurasia in turmoil the Blades of the One.
The Land of the Gun. Hangs heaven in the hands of the killers, as lovers depart. Law of the Land, the rule of the Gun. The law of man. We dream of rain in a righteous land. One with the Gun. Under a righteous Son. Someday, someday, someday, Dominion! I'm living in films for the sake of Prussia.
A Kino-Runner for the Dre-Karr, And the fifty-two daughters of the revolution is bound for treason, Turn the gold to chrome, a Gift... with nothing to lose, Stuck this side of Memphis with you in a mobile home, sing:
Mother Prussia, Mother Prussia. The Way of the Gun. The Rights of the West. We dream of rain. And the mystery of the gun. We bold hold and driven apart
Kill the king when lovers depart.
We dream of rain and the setting sun. Flood lands and driven apart…
Reprise III
An ode to the sisters who show mercy…
Far away from the truth;
People wish to be the new Ruth
That is ever relevant in all spheres
But to simple law of the land, none adheres.
They are the best freedom fighters of all time,
That had our days saved from tyrants.
Meanwhile, to the best disguised prime,
They keep tormenting us been democrats.
The law is duly enforced on the ruled
But the rulers are under immunity.
We've no doubt been fooled.
That after their tenures in offices, they still got gut to preach unity
For all and sundry through subgroup leaders
Who knows how to canvas their people
In total obedience to their cheerleaders
And cement oneness in the minds of the rabble.
To take from us again our mandates
With sugarcoating words and money.
Oh! When shall we adjudicate?
To make democracy runny!
There’re many bow-down bitches that talk a mean game.
Sending their sons to war, they just can’t bare that pain.
They’d rather see people of color dying on the front lines.
While theirs fly the drones, and follow from behind.
Just look at the numbers, ‘cause the numbers don’t lie.
How many black people are CIA or FBI?
We’ll never know the numbers, because it wouldn’t make sense.
That total number is likely less than five percent.
Down in the foxhole is actually what makes men.
They sing the National Anthem like it belongs to them.
Without the help of slaves the Civil War couldn’t be won.
These United State of America, there wouldn’t be none.
The Jim Crow types would shut everything down.
The law of the land is what happened to Michael Brown.
Bow-Down Bitches thrive when they have numbers.
Aiming for the back of unarmed brothers.
16% of black students get suspended 43% of the time.
From the cradle to the jail surely comes to mind.
The bow-down bitches have a genuine fear.
Because long after they’re gone we’ll still be here.
They may not see it, but God has a plan.
He’ll make known to them, who was original man.
And, just before they try to go too far.
They’ll bow down to us as the Gods we are.
tender petsmart impact, where world wide web populated
with sacrificial pacification sans deity
via oblation, immolation, flagellation appeasing Dominatrix
borrow wing, vis a vis amalgamated viz Roman sol invictus
wrought fiery brimstone tempting those who dared
assert contrary fledgling jambalaya outlook
provoking regally supreme sacerdotal wiseman
punishing opposing incorporating
novel modus operandi explaining sacrilegious worship
such heretics pitched headlong
into fiendish frothing furnace
forcing obeisance toward primitive popular
identified, honored, glorified father figure
expressing devotion re:
decking the halls of the mountain king,
whence boughs of Juniper sprigs contriving wreaths
sanctifying twisted brambles via sprinkling angel dust
(actually cremated remains of malefactors
stripped of habiliments) during bleak winter
unwittingly interweaving nascent (futuristic)
formally codified bona fied religions
unknowingly, tacitly, silently rendering
quintessential premises obliging
layperson to foreswear locally rooted secular treatises
trounced, trumpeted unction voided
wishy washy antithetical blind faith coalescing edicts
over course of time became established
Greco-Roman imposed group think
disallowing cynics,
diametrically emerging fanatics, skeptics
who (if he/she did not recant
recalcitrant recommended recourse
faced torture amidst throng of madding crowd
as entertainment and forewarning gall
asper those who held steadfast dissimilar views
taught since birth, when citizenry reared
as just a little drummer boy/ girl pipsqueak
taught to stay the course (sans straight and true)
bound without freedom to express contrary aspects
of ways and whyfores, which accepted traditions
controlled each green day
and silent night, wherefore unimaginable ogres
lined straying hip cats
eventually ensnared within warpath,
whence law of the land lend scimitar to smite
any mortal man, woman or child with flaming torches
licking the heretical body electric,
while defiant individuals
left to burn into decimated
charcoal blackened, ashen corpse.
So, here we are again
standing at the gates of time
wondering how, why, where and when
the old clock ticked by without a chime.
Three hundred and sixty five
danced as if to last forever
but the seconds and minutes are alive
as days are weeks and months untethered.
Another year slips by
more easily than each day of laughter
while the joy and tears both, make us cry
and life moves on with little to no happily ever after.
So, for the New Year 2018 arriving
greet the hour and its promises in hand
with open arms and sincere striving
to make democracy and freedom law of the land.
just dawned upon me awareness today
April 20th, 2022 14:30 military time.
Unvoiced law of the land
obeyed lest one
who owns temporary priority
will get mad and deliver hex
upon generations of violator
even if parked car property
of an innocent visitor,
who knew not the space
self relegated to Matthew Scott.
Fifth anniversary of our occupancy
housed within one bedroom apartment
additionally, familiarly, and specifically
known to us as B44
will occur July first
two thousand and twenty two.
Soon after we,
(yours truly and the missus)
moved here first day of seventh month
two thousand and seventeen
both of us unanimously co-opted
select parking space.
For residents at highland manor Apartments
self assigned parking exists here,
and each resident better be conscientious
cuz resulting consequence
(think Monty Python's Flying Circus
forever linkedin courtesy
John Philip Sousa's
'The Liberty Bell' March),
where mean strong arm of law
actually disguised as
animated outsize foot
see https://www.youtube.com
/watch?v=2AxiATxLofk
reaches from out the sky
and crushes wayward miscreant
hence verboten to dare occupy
parking space of another.
Fond memories associated
with me attempting to back into
between painted (occasionally
blurred) lines describing
open ended box,
whereby after umpteen attempts
(after shearing off tire tread
of driver or left passenger side)
amidst guffaws uttered by spouse,
she insists to take over
and backs in with nary a hitch.
Such unspoken accommodation
also prevailed when I happened
to consider myself a perpetual student
and established voluntarily
choosing a catbird seat,
and remaining steadfast sitting
in same chair
(of course I mean only
during time class in session)
throughout the semester.
[Written with Matt Caliri’s ‘Chapter One’ contest in
mind but too many verses (presuming that ‘three
paragraphs’ also meant three stanzas)]
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Grayson Favour, private detective
Whenever the law of the land proves defective
And somebody has to do something effective
Grayson’s a man with a private objective
Grayson Favour, a man on a mission
Apprehends villains, that's his position
The loss of his parents invoked that decision
He now pursues gangsters without precondition
Phenomenal wealth he inherited young
He found the ‘right’ people to linger among
Asked a few questions, turned over some stones
Located the killers and buried their bones
Community service or suspended sentence
Even when vicious thugs bear no repentance
Police, if they bother, might track them all down
But then they’re released in the name of the crown
Today Grayson Favour pays fullest attention
To those who he’ll offer no legal detention
He dwells in a secret facility that
Would even impress the man often called ‘Bat’
These gadgets and gizmos and high powered tech
Beyond any force with a state funded cheque
Will aid in the hunt for the one they call ‘Raptor’
But that, my dear reader, will need its own chapter
Never Been So Interested
By Franklin Price
10/19/2015
Never been so interested in what politicians think.
Since the turning of the century, we've gotten further in the drink.
There's no independent thinking; each party sings it's own sweet song.
Forget about the people, they're in the way, they don't belong.
The rich are getting richer; voting mostly goes their way.
The Super Packs just prove it; the rich don't throw their cash away.
The middle class has shrunken,; poor and needy on the rise.
Billionaires are so controlling; it's all something I despise.
Jobs are in the thousands, recruiters knocking at the door,
Too bad the place their visiting, is on some foreign shore.
Our infrastructure falls apart, roads and bridges everywhere,
From trucks owned by big business; further down in disrepair.
Politicians know what caused it; will not vote to tax the rich.
Would decrease their large donations; life would really be a *****
Could go on forever, money's what it's all about,
The few who have control of it, will never do without
We the people throw our hands up, wave the white flag in the air.
Where is all this trickle down that was preached would soon be there?
I think I know what happened, without further song and dance,
Somehow it fell into the pockets of our politicians' pants
The Constitution says the people are the high law of the land,
States that we are in control, if on majority we stand.
When we don't like what we're seeing, must change those things by vote.
Responsibility is on each person; have nothing else to say of note.
I feel like a politician. I've just told a little lie.
I'm adding just a little, and here's the reason why:
Learn of the individuals who run to represent.
Cast your vote if for the people; most of all the president.