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Premium Member Joe In Wonderland

We've a third string coach running the team
who can't even remember his own play book
so a batch of amateurs 
are running the show
from the bench
from the trenches
of their minds

Its a play book mirroring   
Alice in wonderland
where everything is viewed 
through  a kleidoscopic -myopic
upside down opaque lens..
where predators are entitled to
a lifetime of get out of jail free passes
then given a badge of martyrdom
when they finally run out of lucky gas-

its a land with a Rio Grande autobahn 
where illegals blitz through an open border
and its leaders put its own citizens on lockdown
where honest Abe has been shot in the head... again
by far-far- leftists dregs
who lecture the working man about global warming
while poking holes in the ozone in their private jets

Its a land where black people matter
but matter somewhat less if they dwell in the cities...
if they slaughter themselves over drugs and turf... 
if they happen to go against the current-are conservative..
Its a Land where blacks are ferried 
to a rabbit hole called planned parenthood,,
who(despite the name) ironically kills a half a million black babies a year....
black wombs are rivaling the gas chambers of Auschwitz and Treblinka

its a land with no rules except for its own citizens
who pay the bills for the lazy-for the illegal
for the ungrateful for the criminal...
and for all of their honest efforts 
or for having a differing opinion
or simply being heterosexual 
and being of white skin
despite their best efforts
to accommodate
to be empathetic
accepting....
sympathetic,
are constantly branded
racists-
homophobic 
xenophobic...
a genuine all around 
globo phobic menace..

Yes indeed...Its an upside down land
that's been stamped systemically racist
infested with white supremacists
even though a black man
was elected president
and ran the country for eight years
even though people of color have 
the highest standard of living than in most  
if not all countries

Why then if this country is so racist and hopelessly bigoted
do people of color flock to the border by the millions to get in.
If I were a person of color, I would avoid this so called 
house of white supremacy horrors like the plague
and roll the dice on another color of velvet ...

people....welcome to Joe in Wonderland


Rooted Compulsive Obsession With Hair

headland harbored primitive biota abut
mint for exotic sole terrain sustaining 
sole terrain sustaining seeds, spores, spermatozoa, ova 
   seeds, spores, spermatozoa, ova , et cetera gut
preserved within mine follicular pores, sans

I secured per woof and meow wing warp organic matter
   heir in to fore shielded from elements akin to thatched hut 
aware wrenching kamikaze eradication 
   of countless critters from many Godaddy longlegs; 
   creepy crawlers, hops scotching, 

   shimmying with schmaltz, moon walks, et cetera
   lost when germ warfare obliterated vast majority
   since advent of civilization ordained Proletariat and Plebeian Primate  
   (cherishing, fostering, insulating bon mot infinitesimal dot re: future mutt)
dogs and also cats off limits 

   asper demise of other creatures decimated – tut tut
atop thine noggin housed (within thimble size nut)
rare and near extinct flora and fauna, what
species of plants and animals, whose preserve comprised 
   equivalent of indigenous village people huddling within microscopic yut.
Thus, this bipedal simian angst riddled at experiences 
   forced at figurative crossroad

when itching scalping a dead giveaway clue 
   to lather up hirsute growing via bald faced code
at further expense invisible life forms such action would erode
fast dwindled diversity, hegemony, longevity 
   i.e. population except *****Sapiens who didst goad
forefingers needed to massage and scrub thine scalp 
   as like a field getting hoed

sometimes applying solely cold water knob to un load
a healthy plethora, where gushing shower head would send them 
down the drain perhaps displacing their meal times, 
   or feasting on louse see pie ala mode
aware that survival odds regarding 

   getting thru water treatment plant, premonition aye node
and greater chance to avert total mortal kombat avoided 
   if I trekked to Antarctic anti pode
so...similar to other occasions necessitating me 
   to lather 50 shades of gray – 

   as if subjected to being snowed
quite aware many people would avoid me like the plague
(which reaction eagerly embraced) if knotty, 
   oily, straggly natural headresss
hence, this outlier surrendered and got gently toad
value of hygience – and lost as if playing tictactoe x/oed.
Form: Narrative

Forgotten Heroes

"A war with no Heroes."


Its was about becoming a unit

through it we became friends.

Its about those 4 year commitments

and seeing it to the end.

Its about facing your fears 

not just facing the enemy.

To be strong in our colors

wasn't just about vanity.

Its about the memories we made

and the laughs we all share.

We never thought it was a game

no ones going to die here.

We were there for a reason

we held our weapon with pride

and the orders you question

were made to keep us alive.



It was never about, 

who's playing our current president.

Why do they ignore us 

and think of only the government?

Who sitting at home 

safe in their polished desks,

do you really think they could last

through one week of this?

And those peace speaking liberals

who greet us like the plague,

pushing their poster in our faces

like they wished we were dead.

And the blood hungry media

we're all used to your game,

we say we're proud of this war

and you just push us away.

Your not looking for heroes

but for something much better,

like someone who fights wars 

to get his name in the paper.



And to all those who think 

that no war is justified,

what world do you live in?

Your idiocy is homicide.

The loss of 3,000 souls

and the grief of their family.

Should we not have fought back

because you think wars are to messy?

And wouldn't they try again

with not consequences to fear.

How long till it happens

every couple of months to a year.

What will the next target be

and how many more must die.

Who's spouse will be hostage

who's children will be under fire.



You say we were to aggressive?

Wake up, life just not fair.

They made the choice to mess with us,

the outcome should have been clear.

Someone in our history said,

"Speak softly and carry a bit stick."

And when they chose not to listen

thats when you give it to them quick.

Don't sugar coat it with apologizes

let me tell you my 'friend'

you try to recreate 9-11,

and this will happen again.
Form: Rhyme

What Is Wrong With the World Today

What is wrong with the world today
So many people have lost their way
Led in all the wrong directions
While losing the one on one connection

With emotions from real human beings
Only responding with the days trending memes
Obsessing over their likes and views
Censorship rights that are being abused

The media’s fueling the chaos and lies
Riots on the streets when a criminal dies
Disease spreading worldwide like the plague
The only thing being said about it is vague

The world is more divided than ever before
Conflicting countries on the verge of war
Voter fraud elections current president 
Still don’t know exactly what he meant

People don’t know if they are girls or boys
Blindly going along with all the democratic ploys
To fund other countries and to try and make us weak
The next few years in our country seems bleak

Gas prices rising, along with the unemployment rate
There’s no need to work when you're living off the state
Free money for rent and good food on your plate
Only have till the 1st of the month to wait.

Slowly coming out of the COVID quarantine
It seems so unreal, it feels just like a dream
People wearing masks over their mouths and noses
Small businesses failing so that their door closes

Unable to support their families
Because we all know money don’t grow on trees
No support for the military, but all for refugees
Someone make this world stop spinning please

Queens in school reading to your child’s class
My kid don’t need to know what goes in your ass
Gay pride parades going down the street
Trampling the values that lay dead at their feet

Americas days are now filled with chaos
We all know that Biden is not really the boss
Somebody else is pulling all the strings
Who really knows what our future brings

People are calling to defund the police
But doing so will never bring us peace
Life  is crazy now, it don’t make no damn sense
America was better with Trump as president

7/22/2021

My husband challenged me to write a rap, so I did. this is just my opinion, everyone has that right, no offense intended.
Form: Couplet

When Marnie Hit the Wall, Part Ii

She’d talk to friends about all this, and quickly say two trends,
the ones with children felt pity, the singles would not bend.
They’d still insist that woman did not need men or family,
and when Marnie raised up her doubts, they’d screech fanatically.
At least then Marine understood where she had gone so wrong,
she had lived life by their playbook, and marched right to their song.
She’d never stopped to ask herself: Are the feminists off-track?
It all looked so damn obvious now when she looked back.
They had led her to loneliness, to put off marriage’s call,
until now it was much too late, no time remained at all.
No man’s strong arms, no little feet, no grandchildren when gray;
like oh-so-many ‘strong woman’ she would just fade away…

The realization made Marnie face a hard, unpleasant choice:
Should she try to ignore these thoughts, or speak and give them voice?
Many people would just keep it all to themselves inside,
but having spent this long in the dark, that just felt like a lie.
So she made an internet show, a place where she could speak,
and when she put it up online a whole bunch of people freaked.
On social medica her friends avoided her like the plague,
and when her video went big the feminists did rage.
She’d known the net was a bit rough, but not quite to this scale,
‘Nazi,’ ‘Fascist,’ ‘Woman-hater’ were the words that some did rail.

Yes, the cancel culture did emerge, and came hard for her,
but she took it as a good sign, she was causing a stir.
Day after day she would pump out videos speaking truth,
wanting to keep nothing hidden from older female youths.
Explained it was impossible to go and have it all,
that men don’t looked at woman much once they’re hit that wall,
that this was human nature and was not going to change,
and if they wanted families they’d have to rearrange
a few of their priorities, and maybe put things off.
The more she spoke about these things, the more feminists scoffed.
They finally complained so much that they got Marnie banned,
but, alas, it was too late, and they did not understand…

CONTINUES...
Form: Narrative


Andersonville Prison, 1864

“Is this place Hell” a prisoner asked his first day there; 
No, just a stop along the way. 
Andersonville Prison, 1864. Hell Upon Earth.

The hounds of hell waited for those stranded in battle by 
canon shot, hunted down by the rain of bullets from the gray 
coats; a place to avoid like the plague.

They came, perhaps 45,000; no one knows for sure.
They learned fast to stand far back from the Dead Line; 
where a bullet was a mercy. 

They were the walking dead and the already dead
that didn’t know it; men of bones and taut skin held
in place by memories of who they were before this place.

Their mouths and eyes moving as they milled around, some falling down in place, stepped over by those with the strength. An endless sea of pallor stretched across excrement covered ground, filth and 
disease baking in the blistering Georgia sun. 

Hunger is the constant companion, always demanding 
an equal share as thirsty men gulped down defiled brackish 
water, and always a foul smell retched up the land, 
soaking the pores of the living. 

Andersonville, where hell found sanctuary on the 
land and devoured it with pleasure. Sixteen acres of 
torment where time stopped and days were measured in the 
corpses counted in the morning.

Death was a way home into the soft red 
Georgia soil and some 13,000 found their way there.
Skeletons walking in rags, living in a place where surviving was 
the only cause worth fighting for now. 

Here feudal kingdoms reigned supreme. 
“The Raiders,” they called themselves; thieves who wore the 
same blue coat of arms. Carnal house creatures falling on the weak, vultures swooping down for the kill, sucking at the remains.  

One bloody night those calling themselves “The Regulators” 
swooped in and took their revenge on the Raider scum. 
Hung six of them up high, put the rest of their evil to rest; 
the war of blue against blue was over. 

Andersonville, where surviving waged war on living and memories festered like an open wound. It was a place where staying alive was always one day closer to dying.
© Steve Zak  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Narrative

Premium Member Avoid Cliches Like the Plague

Creative Writing was my love,
a passion I thought highly of.
A freshman, I felt I could shove
   one course in my school year.
Assignment 1 - simple indeed:
"Who broke your heart and made it bleed?"
I felt I nailed it; Prof agreed
   (or so it would appear)...

I think I wrote convincingly -
"Winter is not my cup of tea,
it casts its bread upon the sea,
   my saddest time of year.
I call a halt, enough's enough! 
I clench my fist and call her bluff,
and frankly, speaking off the cuff
   I wished summer were here.

"Dog days of summer make me smile
when, grinning like a crocodile,
my smiles are wider than the Nile -
   Elysian Days with you.
With bated breath, I'd greet the moon
and croon you some soft summer tune
until that wretched day in June
   when you dealt me a blow.

"My love, you had me on cloud nine,
now casting pearls before the swine,
you ran into his arms, not mine;
   my baptism by fire.
You left me there sadder than sad;
there may be balm in Gilead,
but you left me stark, raving mad,
   about to go haywire.

"To add insult to injury
you said I barked up the wrong tree
and so I sailed on glassy sea
   I hope I'm not too vague,
or should I spell it out for you?
In light of your foul witch's brew
I should do as the Romans do:
   avoid you like the plague!"

Thus it went on, emotions raw.
I hoped my prof would be in awe -
My last line was the coup de grace:
   I know this, too, shall pass.
My gentle prof, he had his ways
of pointing out my bland clichés:
"You do enjoy a well-worn phrase!"
   I learned a lot that class.


// Reminiscing on my patient Creative Writing professor indicating my over-reliance on tired phrases //

written 16 Aug 2020
© John Watt  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Ebony and Ivory






Go ahead, try to separate the races.
You politicians have egg, on your malicious faces.

Not realizing in your frozen hearts.
You toss imperfect, very hopeless darts.

Neither money nor educatiion
Can separate friends of the American nation.

Equity for Blacks only, you shout from your parapets.
ThatWill never separate us, not one bit.

So you fund hate groups to form derision,
Amongst hearts who have made, no such decision.

You paint whites as Nazis, blacks as slaves?
You think we are animals or morons, you hopeless knaves!

We have friends of all colors and religions.
But you go on fake news, as dense as pigeons.

You do all in your power to make this beautiful world dour.
You shout, “The world is ending by the hour?”

Filling us with fear, like climate change,
The ozone layer went up one percent, but not to Al Gore and his gang.

Whites mucking about, pretending they are Black?
It sickens me, Caucasians,it’s a racial attack.

Equity, as if, this were even ever possible.
We of all colors, think you are miserable.

So twenty years ago, I found a Black sister online.
Living in the hood, with loving  heart that really shines!

She’s problems with sleep, as bullets fly about all night.
Seven hundred and thirty five, died in that city alone last year, what a fright!

DC bigwigs  avoid the Hood like the Plague.
Yet demand Democrats vote for Blacks alone, don’t dare turn the page.

They tell them freedom is food stamps and a free phone?
It is such a lie, it makes me gasp and groan.,

Keeping  the Blacks forever, on othe Plantation Nation!
You, while they are killed in the Hood, fly to Davos on vacation.


             Dedicated to my Sistah of another mother!
             Like you, Blessed Rita , there is no other!


            With love,
            Sistah Pangie
     
            1/23/2023
Form: Couplet

Stark Realization, I Harbor Sacrilegious Objection

Stark realization, I harbor sacrilegious objection...

Against merry christmas premature blowout,
(or otherwise) ejaculation galore burnout,
hence I feel like the odd man out
neither yours truly, nor the missus
spends money and/or
time at checkout

avoid madding crowds like the plague
elbowing, hustling, jostling,
pushing, racing, shoving...
seconds before blue
light special closeout,
though neither of us

reformed practicing Jews, nor devout
mass consumerism capitalistic fallout,
we steer clear taking refuge within
our underground (arched)
all in the family bunker hideout
remain hermetically sealed

courtesy NASA tested grout
hunkering inside spatially
roomy subterranean getaway
created viz 3d printing
immediately after rollout
ready to take nesty plunge

steeply, perpendicularly, giddily... south
to go down rabbit hole,
where we carouse, cavort,
thermally heated cavernous redoubt
reaping efforts after donning
(MAGA) hardhats constructing roustabout,

whereby protruding innocuous periscope
allows, enables, and provides
mean ways to scout,
since Marshall Mathers Law
declared, mandated trumpeted
courtesy special ops stakeout

regarding our subversive
passive actions hashtagged illegal
if perchance discovered vis a vis,
we Americans express timeout
before changing role as seekers
playing wargames no matter

suddenly Nor'easter creates whiteout
futile search until spring thaw
melting snow exhumes
mister and missus Santa Claus
thank you climate change 
regarding attributed drought.

Premium Member Chalk Board Thugs

Don't fear the blue man group
they're far less dangerous
than we are to ourselves..
but 
do beware of carnivorous teachers
those harmless looking
wire rimmed 
blackboard preachers 
wielding pieces of chalk
on the tips of 38 caliber tongues..
turning classrooms into cancer cells 
teaching the innocent
that its all about 
color of skin and not character 
after all-
 
despite the truly oppressed
coming here by the millions
from every nook and cranny
on this cracking planet,
children are being taught
that the USA is systemically 
racist 
oppressive 
inherently evil..
if that were the case
would they not avoid her silver seas
and purple mountains majesty
like the plague?

"teachers" along with the politically connected
are pushing socialism and mayhem-
the press corp.{short for pressurizers}
are the devils sword
pitting we the peeps against one another
dividing by color,, turning up the pressure
highlighting the worst of mankind
turning up the pressure to further divide
playing heavily edited clips
turning up the pressure
over and over again..
for ratings
for revenue
for votes
turning up the pressure
way past the red zone
until the colors explode
into a death rainbow..
soulless pressurizers
dividers of souls-

Pay attention parents
demand body cams for these teachers of mayhem
mic up classrooms to armor the children
from those chalk hearted
scorpion tailed thugs
lift your hog noses from your cell phones
listen to your children-
give them a peck of hope
and a bushel of love

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