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Have you ever been
haunted (no you have not)
by a ghost from the future not even born yet
in your paper thin realm
trolled from a time post human extinction
it could only happen to you so-called
dead in your grave still tossing and turning
& scratching like a deviant
moldering and unquiet one hundred years now
and the whispers yes whispers from
the parallell (this is how we spell it now)
corridoor (see previous) keeping you
a-threshold in your very well deserved
sempiternal shelf of   discomfort

Out here bebee the fourth dimension
swings in ways you cannot conceive so
don't test your pretty lil head
much of which is mush and thistle
but! you may be due compensation
for the futurama funnel imposition
a leakage episode beyond apology
under section bla bla
please submit your claim within 30 days
via the usual medium and
we shall endeavour to ensure
requiem aeternam thus ceasing
your infernal insomnia
yours the 3am committee


Relatives

In Jesus nails I doubt but
it doesn't make me less faithful
therefore
for a gram of material glory
I'm swapping
freshly delivered Virgin Mary's proclamations

just this morning
she confirmed to me
the time of broadcasting
even though she is pissed off
because of the leakage of one of her favorite messages
which says that for earning a seat in the first row next to the altar
you have to wear a proper hat
but
in christian spirit
she gave up of criminal prosecution
only thing  she ever wanted is to give people God's word
and
she did it

to the threadbare knees and questions about working hours of the Lord
within TV schedule
the prime time was given
 
world became televised
one big cinema screen where
everyone is trying to plug in their own scenarios

yesterday God went on holidays
so 
loosed from any common sense
public opinion was divided by two pieces of a modern thought
by one was spoken a shaved truth 
how is possible to be promoted by having a child 
from call girl to pillar of society
by second one was brought in question an honor of favorite croatian people's hole

F***  it

in accordance with a label of nation
which is highly ranked on global moral scales
our every national debate
regularly ends with polemics about
the crotch.

raise your two fingers one that
at least once in her life didn't lay down with a pig

The Bullet

The Bullet

By Nathan Hannen

This torpedo of death smashed the heart
This precious gift of life is torn apart
It was this that allowed us to play our part

Spearing through lives and breaking peace
Never told and never asked just sleaze
I can't go on, I am not that strong, Appease

Congratulations you have just killed another
An old man, His sister, Or it might have been your brother
In a quiet place there is a girl and her lover
The power they have does not permit them cover

When piercing fragments attempt to write a thesis
No one man can be there to pick up the pieces
There may be losses and leakage of our species
But remember blood is life and there are leeches

There is a boy playing under a morning sky
A man pretending to feel sorry for his lie
The end is black and the stars say it is nigh
The lady cries in pity, A mirrored image in her eye

Tell me this and explain that in a second
Its something that we couldn't comprehend and only reckoned
The stars are not scattered, Just sectioned

A body grove in the soil with a stench of death
The putrid stain of blood on blood with no breath
The lord will lay these souls to rest

The End.
Form:

Complaint

Preface: There is entirely too much water being consumed.  People should be satisfied with thirst and being dry.  They should think about desert sand, romancing dunes and bleached bones in repose.

 
People become inflated with hydration
Leaving faucets on, mouths wide open
Under the deluge of flowing water spouts                                      
Every drop is counted against humanity
Wasted on stupid sacks of wet fluidity               
Walking around with tongues hung drooling
Carbon based units most insidious when wet
 
Something is wrong when not forgotten
Hydration is the sin of water taken in
Environments remember every sin
Nature hates you because you take from it 

The sum worth of oceans is in their taste
Is salt not dry?  Is it the flavor of the day?
Environments are crying for revenge against humanity

Parched deserts are void of thinking water
There is no shame in thirst
Under the sun there is no shade to hide
Heat and land flow dry on to tomorrow 

Adding water to a person porous is a sin
Being parched is not when plugged up properly 
Emptiness can be dangerous but it is kind
This condition of dry is a state of holiness
There is nothing that a desert can not fix
That which buries you is friendly

Leakage is a crime against humanity 
People who drink will end up in a well
Will sink in perpetuity to new depths
Hollow to the bitter end down in a hole
Not worthy of a soul worth drowning

Emptiness will follow you to oceans depths 
In debt you will be swallowed whole by them
They rise to levels with high tides to float
To their horizons saturated with insurgence
Where will you go when waters stop you cold? 

Fluid intake is a compromise to thirst
Don’t do it if you are wise
It weighs heavy on the bladder of the drinker                                     
People who leak on lawns should not
Should be arrested and pay high fines
Urination is not the nation I had in mind
When I moved into the community
Actions have consequences when not dry
There is a cure called incarceration
It comes with a slice of bread but no water
Because that would be wrong 
For the damage done to lawns

Only Change

Ignore and keep up
Perfecting  every f*ck up
Before it blows up

Only change is real
Cum sure agreement or deal
Before time shifts seal

Prepare yourself right
For disappointing left's bite
When leakage benight

Only change is tough
To predict weight of the bluff
Foaming up too rough

Friends in agony
Water them; rain harmony
To healthy company

Only change steals peace
Or goes wrong cum stinking piece
That sets obscure grease 

Destiny preserves
Raging and tempered hearts' nerves
What friendship deserves

Only change steals worth
Existing yet be unearth
Then wish for rebirth

Such momentary past
Rarely produces same blast
Like past days outlast

Only change yourself
Leave and learn from other's elf
To enrich your shelf

People that left you
Will never return as friends
But as loyal fans

Only change tricks trust
Makes fair treatments seem unjust
When set in mistrust

Leave them to less clue
That stress hope to make ease blends
Off wish to learn plans

Only change tricks soul
Mislead to later console
Psyche once made whole
Form: Haiku


the US election

The USA Election


The near future is catching up
the American presidential election  
is looming 

This time, there is talk of a woman,
who has charmed many with her
furious laughter 

The mystery is that she has no plan 
on how to rule, other than revert
to socialism and spend more money 

And there is a formidable man, a survivor
of two assassination attempts, the sane
hopes will win

He, the grizzled old fighter, has on his 
side two knights of the realm, who 
will try to change America

One of them will tackle a colossus
identity, the pharmaceutical industry
tame it until usefulness 

The knight, well past his youthhood
has a glorious family background 
shining bright in recent history

The younger knight, an entrepreneur
is, on a mission impossible, to rein in
his country's enormous debt 

How the young knight, is going to
stop the economic leakage; we shall
skeptically watch his endeavor
© Jan Hansen  Create an image from this poem.

Beams of Dreams

I am dreaming the past
Past when KBC was the only station
Each morning started with the anthem of the nation
We had to know your intention
Before saying anything through the station
Each anchor had a level of education
While talent was just an addition
Any deviation
Captured the important attention
Of the head of the nation

Dreaming my past
Is all I want to do last
Streams of dreams I rather forget fast
Like dreams from my father
That choices have consequences
A grammatical sentence that became our sentence
Is every correctly stated statement correct?
This kind that litters my mind
Making me bitter
Tearing my heart into litres of tears

These dreams make me shy
Shy to try mention my name
My name that brings me shame
Shame I cant tame
Cant tame because my mind is lame
Tell me why my kind cant cry
When all I dream are tongues of fire
From gangs on hire
With orders from higher
Higher rot that burns like fire.

Dreaming that I cant have money in my pocket
Without getting something in their jacket
Vampires so scary
Scattered in my neighborhood
Thirsty for the last drop of my blood
Limiting my limitless potential
Potential so essential
For resource mobilization
With equal allocation not hurting expectation
For relocation before suffocation.

Dreams to revitalize my generation
A possible solution for this situation 
In transformation of my nation
To grow without corruption
That is like sugar
Sweeter it becomes
And disaster it welcomes
But I dare dreams 
Of peaceful elections
An end to preventable infections 
Through certified injections
And an education without leakage 
As a privilege
For everyone in my village

Laying my head on the pillow
Feels like my heart becomes hollow
From the beams of dreams that follow
Makes me want to jump from the window
And fall on the ground so low
Flickering pain into my bone marrow
Afraid it could happen again on the morrow

What do you see in your dreams?
Streams of dreams that my head cant keep
Make me wish for beams of dreams to turn the leaf
Of people who have a resolve and a belief
That we are better together
And we need each other
Without a bother
Of clannism
Of tribalism
Of racism
But a nation of inclusion
By implementation of all legislation 
In word and spirit
Envisioned in our constitution
That beams our dream.

Wems Henry Temmy Psalm 28




No new nectar nags naked 
Hosting human harmless happy Hades 
Jogging jerking Judas' jealous jokes

Keep kiss knot keenly key
Let loose level's lofty leakage
Burning both beauties beds' belief 

All ability addle aid's anticipation
Come close captivating Calvary's caution
Wrapped with wholesome working wonders 

Demolish delightful demon delaying diamonds
Ice idle illusions impeding innocence
Make melting memories minutes murdered 

Eight edible electrons empty echoes 
Sleep some secrets smooth silver silence
Greeting goals' gazes grievous goodbye

Xavier xerox xenophobic Xanax xenon 
For fools fantasy foes forgiven 
Zealously zap zigzag zaftig zeal

Open obfuscate oaths onto obedience
To thrilling triumphant thankful testament 
Unto unique ubiquity's undaunted uberty 

Padlock persistent pirated peacemaker's power 
Yeast yummy youths' years' yoke
Vanish vices' vicious vulnerable vows 

Refine rebirth remembrance retiring reinforcement 
Quench quarterly quit quickstep quacking

 

A-Z WAILING...!

All ability addle aid's anticipation

Burning both beauties beds' belief

Come close captivating Calvary's caution

Demolish delightful demon delaying diamonds

Eight edible electrons empty echoes

For fools fantasy foes forgiven

Greeting goals' gazes grievous goodbye

Hosting human harmless happy Hades

Ice idle illusions impeding innocence

Jogging jerking Judas' jealous jokes

Keep kiss knot keenly key

Let loose level's lofty leakage

Make melting memories minutes murdered 

No new nectar nags naked 

Open obfuscate oaths onto obedience

Padlock persistent pirated peacemaker's power

Quench quarterly quit quickstep quacking

Refine rebirth remembrance retiring reinforcement

Sleep some secrets smooth silver silence

To thrilling triumphant thankful testament 

Unto unique ubiquity's undaunted uberty 

Vanish vices' vicious vulnerable vows

Wrapped with wholesome working wonders 

Xavier xerox xenophobic Xanax xenon

Yeast yummy youths' years' yoke

Zealously zap zigzag zaftig zeal

To My Future Bride

Dear future wife,
Incase you wanna be in my life,
I got some irreducible minimums,
Of which you should have to maximums,
I aint making life hard for you,
But instead offering a leakage for you,
With these,life will be a success,
Joy,love,laughter will be in excess,
So my bride to be,take note.

First,am an Igweee,Yeah,I got chieftancy,
People do respect my wisdom with great fancy,
So be a role model too,imitate me,
Always help in decision making for me,
I am a man of the people,
Visitors will be many,serve them sans feeble,
Hospitality is the biggest feature,
Portray it as it will help you mature,
So my bride to be,take note.

Personally,i love Rhumba music,
Without it i just get nosic,
When bored,lure me not,
Instead,play Rhumba at a high note,
Or sing for me Fatimata,
And all will be a done matter,
I know you like pop songs,
Worry less,hubby will influence your sings,
So my bride,take note.

Bride,let your dressing be decent,
Wear dresses,pants of the recent,
Always dress spickly and span,
As this will increase our love span,
Dress not like our grandmothers,
Wear fitting,short dresses like feathers,
Am your hubby,i must enjoy,
Seeing you in sexy dresses envoy,
So my bride to be,take note.

Lastly,let respect prevail,
Early always yourself avail,
Cooks should be always tasty,
Incase you tired,call for help besty,
I will help you cook,
For marriage is a mirrored look,
Frequent outings will be a surprise,
Even after our family gets to rise,
So my bride to be,take note.

Poet Igweee
Form: ABC

Lazy Bancy

Somewhere in the woods, was born a lazy Bancy,
Born to be a winner, hope surrounding her life,
Her life was much a drama, laziness was her banner,
School work was not her choice, learning wasn’t her base,
Exams would trigger ulcers, the results causing disaster,
Lazy Bancy is in exam room, looking around for escape.

Targeting the top performer, lazy Bancy fell in a trap,
Nothing would stop her surely, from getting her target mark,
The more she searched for A’s, the more she got her E’s,
Her hopes were really sinking, pressure was surely mounting,
Eeee’s were in the increase, Dddd’s were in the decrease,
Lazy Bancy is in exam room, looking around for escape.

The time is almost nigh, to separate wheat from the oat,
Ding dong!  Ding dong! ‘It’s time for the examinations’
‘Oooops! Am not ready, I have not rehearsed and revised,
Am in double trouble, triple trouble and to be precise,
Lacking confidence, intelligence and needed instruments,
Lazy Bancy is in exam room, looking around for escape.

Aaaah! Passing is my portion, never my devotion,
In the examination, less and less attention,
Oh no!  I’II have to get a leakage, never mind integrity,
Cheating in the exam, risk my future results,
Stop! Stop and work for future, have determination,
Let virtue be your portion, never ever cheating.
AMEN.
Form: Verse

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