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Neon cased, luminaire, a work order about crystal chandelier
Neon cased, luminaire, a work order about crystal chandelier
Neon cased, luminaire, a work order about crystal chandelier
(Verily, this is rueful) you are only mine
farther shimmering, the glow is only mine
Within a halted time, elapsing the glitch
the memory and the earnest beseeching reach
Album cover landscape and hushed up Himalayan lullaby
Why the mindful departed with the left wing, and Ay!
Never land in Netherlands without the Norwegian home bound try!
Transparent a high in the foggy high beam , so high, up the sky!
Mystic moon river, thou shall never be a croon, a moonlit sun, o my!
In exile, revitalizing river , trained and maintained, lasting in eradicating a cosmos
cosmos and the cosmic, interstellar, a sensible old fashioned Oshkosh, perhaps a Ross!
Never to covet, never, never, never!
Ruminating Eldorado, gone with Shepherd, orchard a say!
A moonlit sonata and a streak of moonlight may ! Brazen Fenugreek and the Greek Gothic day!
Perhaps a light at the end of the tunnel , (forecasting atlas , dream reader's digest a!)
Grass root, barefoot, an odd and an audacity
Up the sky, an indecisive cry, limitless, unwholesome,inactivity!
Intertwined a mayhem alone, with the alone, an ayah for an usher color, glum and glee!
Cosmos and the cosmic, interstellar, a sensible old fashioned Oshkosh, perhaps a Ross!
Never to covet, never, never, never!
Ruminating Eldorado, gone with shepherd, orchard a say
A moonlit sonata and a streak of moonlight may !
In exile, revitalizing river , trained and maintained, lasting in eradicating a cosmos
Cosmos and the cosmic, interstellar, a sensible old fashioned Oshkosh, perhaps a ross!
Never to covet, never, never, never!
Copyright Tamanna Ferdous | Year Posted 2023
(Influenced by a song of Tahsan Rahman Khan)
Franklin Roosevelt led us during World War 2
Nazi propaganda said he was a Jew
They said Rosenfeld was his real name
Was nonsense fair in their war game?
Elon Musk's "X" was a tabula rasa
You had to believe a poster if he said he was from Gaza.
Then "X" put in a feature to show where they're from
Turned out Poland and India, at least for some.
But heck, why not lie, in the service of greater truth?
Nobody will know, nobody ask for proof.
In war, persuasion helps against the foe
Why not manipulate, take it as far as you can go?
A Jewish plan was discovered for world domination.
The Tsar of Russia realized it was a fabrication.
Though he didn't like Jews, he refused to use it as a tool.
It went around the world anyway, like rocket fuel.
Nazis said Americans were gullible and naive.
Emotionally swayable and easy to deceive.
The Soviets said you could manipulate
fan the peace movements, and any racial hate
In 2016 Russians played both sides online.
Right wing, left wing, all by design.
They posted pro-Trump, and anti-Muslim pages.
But also posed as Black activists, on our online stages.
A radical once said "The cause is never the cause"
The idea is to get society in left wing claws.
They march to recruit and radicalize
If you are at war, why not adopt a disguise?
Lots more examples, you could inspect
But obviously lies show a lack of respect
They make you a tool, of those who believe
That you are moldable clay, so easy to deceive.
All is hidden within, preparing the mind individualism of fallen
free of the evil which perceive us
Will power strong domination to peace, law created for the good
of man by man in hopes
Master of peace, music to calm spirit of the soul give light
Empires fall while new rise according to poverty, wars around the
world, riot sweeping destruction
New nation rise in belief foreseen to reign, tempt show there
is control over the being that reside
United nation, infiltrated witchcraft to undermine the eye
that creates mayhem of communism
Socialist idea to new world order for peace, among their
journey gain; chaotic society in need of change
Life not your own, manipulated by freemason of secret
society to a knight's order
Left wing catholic, world found by ancient tradition, light
which enlightens the ego's survival of time
Essene bloodline to dark side of truth or mythical belief
save mankind in good faith
Fountain of light to realistic existence to wisdom for
all is light of world, universal cosmic spirit
Blind servant, divine essence create fire in us, we are
the God's to light of Christ
Working for the man, hidden master to WW3 to egotism,
brotherhood to psychic revelation of vast power
Is one leading his own or light fallen darken greed
to which grave meet our demise
Or perhaps descendants of past inhabitants we follow,
all hail to the republican
There is a calming sense
When flipping a jaded pence
A bit coin motion
Needing a peaceful mind potion
A pound here
And a beer
Does appear
From the dear
Working the bar
Remembering a war scar
Watching sport
Drinking not enough to spend time in a court
Lighting a smoke
With an innocent choke
Calming down hearing a humorous joke
International football match is on
Artistically illustrating what to do with the bomb
A subtle tap on the shoulder
If ones attitude is getting colder
Right wing, left wing forges forward
Birds in formation stronger and bolder
Attacking one man defending a net
Using a foot as a gunner on a fighter jet
Targeting a defenseless gent
Protecting the land from the aggressor that was sent
He can use hands to catch the ball
Diffusing an invasion punching it over a wall
Creating a corner kick
Staying vigilant waiting for the next trick
At times cards are pulled out
Making everyone scream and shout
Yellow turns to red
Ending the day playing dead
There is a box on the field
Connected a deal
Break the rules in a certain place
Penalties and Punishment differs not showing any grace
Outside the area show the stiff upper lip
Inside prepare to take a hit
Stand there in line
Not able to decline
Imitate the staring down
That happens when an enemy controls the town
While on an attack there could be a whistle
Aborting the shot on goal missile
Offside the flag is lowered
“Retreat retreat enemy are now the controller”
Could be heard
Scattering back waiting for orders to return
Forty five minute clock that continues to run
Until play is done
Broken up into halves
Hopefully the event opens communication paths
It seems the game has no action
Until a royal is distracted
A scoring mission successful in the end
And an advisor interruption needing to defend
Athletic competition is classified as peace
Losers are not deceased
Instead it is an entertaining show
Having nice pace and flow
Crowning a winner
Before both oppositions talking over dinner
BBC News Alert
Somewhere in France
In the Countryside
A farmer has been arrested
For molesting an old cow
A drunken old hag was on all fours
Crawling around in his field
He, having had his wine and baguette
Thought he had forgotten one cow
Off he went to fondle and milk her ****
Turned out they were as dry as prunes
The cow in English barked; get your hands off of me
To which the pour farmer replied in absolute shock
Merde! Why you cow who barks, you speak English!
How can this be?
She replied I am not a cow you blind old farmer
I am a mooing poet of sorts
I dropped my dictionary in some cow dun here
Can’t seem to tell the difference between the two
I understand replied the farmer
Like me looking at you and a cow
Was very confusing indeed
Well I shall take me leave you old blind fart
The farmer snorted
Let me cut the fence open for you
She crawled back onto the road
Whereby the farmer was arrested
(Alsace has left wing laws it seems)
For letting his cow wander
Upon the intellectual property
Of France
It’s disturbing to see
The rise in unhinged left-wing violence.
A Leftist cause-celeb dies of overdose
With a policeman’s knee on his neck
And the nation erupts in chaos, riots, killings
And cities all aflame.
A Right-winger is martyred by a trans loving kid
And prayer and candlelight vigils and waves of peace
Spread out like a tsunami of healing.
Could the contrast be any greater?
Every day another unhinged shooter
Takes more lives, in some vain attempt at relevance,
And nine out of ten times it’s a Leftist.
When did the lie of Leftist peace begin?
Maybe when they were just dreaming
Because from the very beginning
It has been the side of revolution
And revolutions always justify the means
To achieve their ends.
But revolutionaries always get a pass
Because they dream big and try to change the world
But no one ever asks to and from what?
The time for death and destruction
Revolution and change for the sake of change
Is past.
Now is the time for the revelation
Of something new
Which has been here all along.
Something grounded in the best we have to offer
Not the most we can take.
What do you have to offer that makes you
On the whole a giver not a taker?
Because that is the turning point
Between being a child and adult,
A turning point we each need to face
And discover for ourselves.
Hinged or unhinged is not a matter of chance
It is a choice, our choice,
And when we feel unhinged
In the face of some terrifying void
We need to remember, true change
Only comes from within
But then opens out into a renewed world.
And those doors
Open best when their hinges
Are firmly in place.
And if we find ourselves too shaky to stand
And can’t see a way forward
Maybe it is as simple as recognizing
We are still like a child
In need of something to eat, a good rest
And simply a warm loving hug.
Being unhinged is not by chance
It is by choice
To destroy in the name of change.
Destroy because our fear
Has replaced that love.
(9/25/25)
The seagull that loved me
The seagull which lives beside the chimney
knew me since I fed it from the deck of a ship,
and it remembered me by waving its left wing
it had seen I am a lefty when throwing it dinners
not eaten by a crew who wanted cakes& ale
it had lived on the most easterly rock for
thirty years but had done to it advanced age
been threatened younger males, it gave up
its kingdom and by luck or instinct landed on
My roof. We ate breakfast together, it by
the window ledge outside eating sardines I had
bought the day before, I, a tin of tunny
I went for a walk when the sea-gull circled high
near the coast until its wings got tired and it
slept in the nest in had made beside the chimney.
During a fierce winter storm, it took to the wings
and I have not seen it since.
What starts off green, then turns yellow and then eventually gets rotten?
Take your pick, it's either bananas or every politician.
Politicians should wear uniforms like NASCAR race drivers
so that we the people can identify their corporate sponsors.
I don't know "right wing extremists" from "left wing extremists"
or anything in between.
All I know is what I've researched, experienced and seen.
Republican or Democrat or Independent candidates all follow the same exact course.
Nobody attains the seat of the presidency without getting bought.
If anyone got elected President who would truly do the right thing,
I guarantee you that they wouldn't see their term through.
They'd either resign or become the victim of an assassin.
I've never had any interest in anything politically.
That all changed with my support for the grieving 9/11 families.
One question begot another question and soon I had many more
and I've found that the more we press our government for answers,
the more we are lied to and ignored.
Radical sounds like those 60’s kids
Who wanted to end the war or inequality
And used bombs to do it
Or at least used bombs to express their earnestness.
So in the context of the Right
Maybe a radical would sit
Outside or in an abortion clinic
And pray really hard.
Somehow it just doesn’t sound the same,
But both kinds of radicals
Are trying to change the world.
The far-right on the other hand,
As the far end of the political spectrum
Which has total government at one end
And zero government the other,
Is the side that values freedom
In the pursuit of Life, Liberty and Happiness
As long as no one is harmed in this individual pursuit.
To do this, traditional values
Like faith, family and country are prized.
And they are done by simply living naturally
Not trying to change anything or anyone.
Now if this sounds radical,
Something has gone wrong, radically wrong.
And yet “far-right” is often used disparagingly
When what it is is good old wholesome values,
You know, ones that far-right revolutionary
Thomas Jefferson proudly proclaimed.
And the beauty of his proclamation
Is that it included all of US.
What are the alternatives to far right or left?
I know people who say a middle of the road position
Is the political sweet spot,
The natural position of the smart and sane.
But what does this middle ground mean?
Does it mean a little socialism with a little capitalism,
A little nation building with a little isolationism
A little gun control with a limited range of guns
A little censorship with a little free speech
A lot of taxes with a little fiscal restraint
A lot of tyranny with a little freedom
A lot of crime with a little support for the rule of law
A lot of anti-Americanism with a little patriotic celebration?
Somehow a middle position just sounds like a comprise
Designed to keep everyone happy
Which of course in the real world
Is just another pipe dream.
I think in the real world
There will always be winners and losers
And there is nothing wrong
With having your favorites in this contest.
I know I’d rather support the law over criminals
The individual over the collective
Sound money over debt
Peace over war
And freedom over slavery,
Any day, but hey,
I guess that makes me of the far-right.
(10/10/25)
As she sat parked outside
She nearly broke down and cried
Composing herself for her early morning appointment
She wondered what it all had meant
Approaching the screaming mobs
She again broke down, but this time in sobs
The Lord was touching her heart
At its inner most deepest part
Being pulled left and then right
It almost felt like she was in the fight
But it wasn’t her they were here to see
For all along they’ve been praying for that little baby
Reaching for the handle on the door
Her heart could no longer take any more
As her baby gave her just one more kick
Those final minutes began to tick
Her stomach began to churn
As they said miss, it is your turn
Unable to stand
The receptionist repeated her demand
And then rising up on her own
For that they prayed for her too had become known
Walking out past the right and left wing, a big smile on her face
For she knew she had something, something she could NEVER replace