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Envisions of a new world order
Have infected
My ideologies
Concerning political parties.
Apathetic to the suicide bomber
Clutching his holy scripture
As Jesus is turned
Into an aborted fetus.
Starving for liberation,
Feed us.
The refugee diet
Is to die for, try it.
Stomachs bellow
As anxious toes embrace dirt,
The ravenous pride of the nation
Echoes anticipation.
A scrambled breakfast
Governed by corruption
Served with a life time
Supply of fervent AIDS
Lunch smothered in rape
With a free side of abduction
For the main course:
Genocide platter
Mass produced for thousands
Guaranteed to be
The last meal you'll need.
Original recipe
Provided by Chef Hitler
Improved by Africans.
Honor roll,
Honorable
But when you're in the projects
Good grades
Don't stop strays
Or minimum wage
This is a power point;
Bullet points puncture.
Marauder role models
Personal drive
Is micro soft
Where are their goals?
Error: Can Not Find File
Link to ambition missing
No need to excel
Brain is a blank desktop
That's screen saver
Screams for a savior
Poverty striken hompage
Frozen
Black plague virus
No chance at
Socio-economic advance
Now tomorrow you face book
Crash.
A diploma and welfare check,
Makeshift teflon vest,
At best
Yet,
A mic or a round ball
Provides the best bet.
At ease soldier,
No questions vet.
We don't ask
You don't tell.
Afterall,
We don't even know
What your really fighting for
Or whether you aim to please
Or shoot to kill.
America was stolen from natives,
Built by immigrants.
Dear foreigners,
Thank you for making our bed,
Now sleep outside
Where the homeless won't
But beware of dehydration
Land mines
Barbed wires
And snipers.
P.S. Happy Thanksgiving.
Sincerely,
Your friends in America
I see society with my eyes closed
And wade for the truth.
Diving into the obscure
Pits of morality
Searching blindly
For enlightenment,
Butterfly stroke.
Inhaling the souls of slaves
Exhaling the souls of colonists
Civil rights submerged
Drowning at the border
Gasping for freedom.
This oppression is toxic.
Ammonia aroma
Intellectual paralysis
Socially concious coma.
Divided we've stood
United we'll fall.
-Stephen Kofi Opare Obeng
Adjusting Appetizing Palates.
I have sampled the variety,
I am the one who has tasted life;
The one who has had a taste of life.
Rarely indulged in the main course-
Seldom a full meal-
I come hungry-
To leave satisfied...
I want more substance.
Sampled the world on wooden toothpicks.
I have had itty bits of everything.
Piecemeal offerings to try entice my loyalty.
Old ladies with new recipes passing
them around on trays in supermarkets of the world.
I come back for more free samples.
The more I have traveled the more
I have sampled life.
Moi-Moi- and peanut butter stew.
I have tasted life with different seasonings and spices -
Tried a variety of cultural dishes - Some bland, some spicy
Tried the soul food of each one's pride as
I swallowed mine.
I have never gained control of my soul.
It wandered with me sampling life on platters.
Now desirous of healing-fish soup.
I wanted more – Traveled;
Partook of more –
Tasting life's offerings from the - rich to the poor.
Drank out of Chrystal as well as tin cups.
I have eaten from Chinaware,
and drank from gourds,
I have supped on
Hors-d'oeuvre and canapes';
Inner-voices led me to hot rocks and tepees—
Sweat camps with medicinal potions.
Tasting life in places where strange
medicine men reside.
I have eaten rice in 2000 languages.
In Asian and Indian tongues.
I swapped collard greens for callaloo;
Then stepped up to taste breadfruit -
Filled up on Ackee and Saltfish a
Exotic palatable dish.
Though never full off of life –
Not gluttony statutes yet, I have done
more than get my “whistle wet"
Still, I am glad:
“Oh, how grateful to be alive”.
Able to sample the tender morsels
of appetizers so fine.
Even though I am a
Connoisseur of fine wine.
…and have enjoyed plenty
tidbits of earth’s great bounty--
In this life.
I have supped in the finest cuisines.
Treated royally as if I were a queen.
I have supped in mansions,
or sat, an ate under exotic trees;
Yet, there is nothing so satisfying-and no one abler.
As to be back in the hood, trying not to go berserk;
Waiting for a slice of Sweet Potato pie for dessert.
After getting my grub on, at Grandmas table.
They say that good or bad, things happen in 3's, are best.
The Christians know of the Trinity, Father, Son, and Holy Spirit, there is also the 3 wise men. 3 Monastic Vows (Poverty, Chastity, and Obedience), 3 Feet in a Yard, 3 Books in Lord of the Rings, 3 Ring Circus, 3 Ships of Christopher Columbus, 3 Wheeled Tricycle, 3 Legged Race, 3 Ring Circus, 3 Strikes and You're Out, 3 Is A Crowd, 3 Mile Island, 3 Trimesters in a Pregnancy, 3 Flavors in Neapolitan Ice Cream, 3 To Get Ready (and four to go), 3 Parts To An Atom: protons, neutrons, and electrons, 3 Caloric Sources: Fats, Carbohydrates, Proteins, 3 Primary hues red, green, and blue, 3 Parts to the Personality: Id. Ego, super-ego, 3 Earth Divisions: Core, Mantle, Crust, 3 Rock Formations: Igneous- Metamorphic- Sedimentary, 3 Times A Lady, 3 Minute Egg, 3 Point Basket, 3 Holes in a Bowling Ball, 3 Colors in a Traffic light, 3 Minutes in a Boxing Round, 3 Teaspoons in a Tablespoon--The Truth, The Whole Truth and Nothing but the Truth--Of the People, By the People, For the People--Life, Liberty and the Pursuit of Happiness--Hear no Evil, See no Evil, Speak no Evil--Paper, Rock, Scissors--The Good, the Bad and the Ugly--Small, Medium and Large--Ready, Aim, Fire--On Your Mark, Get Set, Go--Stop, Look and Listen--3 Little Pigs, The 3 Bears, 3 Course Meals, Appetizer, Main Course, Dessert--3 Blind Mice, 3 clover leaves, Beginning, Middle and Ending, Tripod, Troubles Comes In 3, Trident, Bermuda Triangle, Triplets, Trios--Stop, Drop and Roll--Veni, vidi, vici "I came, I saw, I conquered"-- The Ghost of Christmas Past, The Ghost of Christmas Present, and The Ghost of Christmas Future--Insult, Injustice, and Exploitation--segregation now, segregation tomorrow, segregation forever--blood, sweat, and tear--In a Will, I Give, Devise and Bequeath--Leave them laughing, and them hoping, and them wanting for more--Love All, Trust A Few, Do Wrong To None,
..."So, I will conclude, for I've lost you since from the third word in."
Date 09/08/2019
SALAD SALUTE
Listen up everyone, and I mean you peas at the back:
Think you can hide in the mayonnaise?
Some of you peppers feel you are pretty hot stuff, I know;
And our cucumber friends are just way too cool dudes;
And some guys feel they are just beginners - you green onions,
All shifting places to avoid being next to the garlic.
But remember this - we stick together in this mayo,
And we’re like the Rangers - we go in first, and no one is left behind;
Not like the soup or main course,
Oozing into those warmed and ready bellies.
We hit the plates cold -
Even before the metal meets the meat.
The first forks of these people are aimed directly at us -
And they’re hungry, so expect no quarter.
Look around you : in this mixed salad
We got French beans, and jumping beans from Mexico;
We got green peas, black peas, brown rice, and white swedes -
All Americans.
Now here in the US some of you guys may have
Experienced discrimination due to color, taste, smell, or size.
But for you and me now, all that is gone.
We are moving into the shadow of the salad bowl
Where you will watch the back
Of the veg next to you, as he will watch yours:
And you won’t care what color his skin is
Or by what name he calls eggplants/aubergines.
We’re facing a tough, determined, and hungry foe -
Lets stick together.
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NOTE
Imagine a salad being addressed by its leading carrot just before the main serving occurs in a restaurant.
This light-hearted poem is obviously based on the words of a great speech by
Colonel Hal Moore, which can be heard in the movie WE WERE SOLDIERS,
and Mel Gibson does an excellent job of rendering the speech on youtube at
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=A7OPPWlKV2A I recommend you to watch this inspiring two-minute speech.
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Written by Sydney Peck
Darkness overcomes me as the night slowly settles in,
What’s left of the light seems to hurt my eye’s, I’ve over worked my body again, I need
to….Relax.
I slowly strike the match on the surface of it’s keep, I hate the smell.. It won’t last,
The flame gently sways on the tip as I light the wick,
My candle of choice is the sweet colour of pink, With the irresistible sent of mixed berry’s.
I sit there in the dark with only the warm and tender glow of the candlelight,
As the luxurious sent of wild, freshly picked berry’s swirls around my mind,
And relaxes my soul, I close my eye’s and begin to think… To think…To think of…
I’m all alone in my mind, there are bushes upon bushes of fresh juicy berry’s,
Blackberry’s, raspberry’s, strawberry’s, blueberry’s and many more,
As I work my way down the endless fields of berry bushes,
I pick only the sweetest of the pick and place them within a basket made of fine straw.
Occasionally placing one in my mouth while making sure not to be greedy,
The warm wind gently blows across my face and I know it’s time to go,
I finish up and make off for home.
The smell of freshly boiled pasta fills my nose as a walk though the door,
I place the berry’s on the table and go up stairs …. There will be a surprise when I come
down,
I bath, dry and change my clothes, As I make my way down the stairs a gentle voice calls
my
name,
I gaze at the table in amazement, Only she could make something so ordinary,
Into a masterpiece.
Vegetable soup and crusty bread to start, For the main course.. Pasta bake and bolognaise,
Then to finish… the crème de la crème…
Sweet freshly picked, wild berry crumble toped with lemon sorbet ice cream that melts in the
mouth.
The taste lingers in my mouth hanging on to every taste bud.
I open my eye’s, It’s late, I softly blow out the candle while still taking in the sent,
I walk up stairs, undress and drift off to sleep… To dream… To dream of…
THEIR ELOQUENCE IS UNMATCHED, THEIR INTELLECT SECOND TO NONE
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The tightening of a hangman's noose here in Bolehland gets underway....
Little by little the prosecuting team get their pieces into place to stay...
Today, the honourable AG graciously makes way...
For 2 highly regarded legal experts to lead the way...
In pursuing the world's largest kleptocractic case in the financial history of the world......
One that involves a much tangled web of deceit from Singapore to Luxembourg to USA....
ThIS financial scandal formally shut down 2 Singaporean banks and imprisoned some officials....
That these 2 legal minds are best suited for the enormous task of an effective prosecution ahead....
Is thoroughly vouched for by the AG when he soundly declared ...
That their eloquence is unmatched, their intellect is second to none..
Hohoho...
Stay alert, people, the slow wheels of justice in Bolehland is beginning to move....
The present 7charges of money laundering against a clown who was once a Prime Minister...
They are just the appetizers, a prelude to the main course that's yet to come...
The mother of all kleptocracies, the 1MDB money affair....
It is so huge and infamous, it must be handled with utmost care...
It needs full commitment and diligence from the best legal minds...
And our AG has duly declared, these two guys are the right guys...
So, for the rakyat awaiting impatiently for 1MDB further developments with bated breath....
The investigative paperwork is 60% done and is being readied....
Sit up, people, pay rapt attention, the legal drama is about to begin...
Bolehland and her AG team, they go up against an expensively assembled US legal team...
Put together by a desperate crook hoping to clear his name...
His reputation is in shreds, his klepto govmen all but history...
Jibby the clown is still trying to be funny, when zipping his lips should be a better alternative...
Hohoho....
As the day turned
Fighting Irish were certainly concerned
Waiting for a meeting
With an Aloha greeting
Aggies promoting the lone star
Trying to clear the collegiate hardwood bar
Hoping something is left in their athletic jar
But when morning shines
No one can decline
Way back east
Main course turkey feast
First a holiday parade
Wanting a good grade
Balloons inflating
Celebrity gobbling about who they are dating
As singers and dancers
Display answers
During an entertaining show
To welcome Father Christmas, you know
Then for some
When Philly and New York are done
Where do they go for some fun
Motor city
Looking ever so pretty
Lions, bears
Featuring a wild life battle that should be fair
Only to be replaced
When the cowboys and raiders take the space
Giving a reason to hold a family dessert race
As the moon uses its lighted lunar pen
One must legally defend
Dropping a French Quarter
Tempting the reporter
Being told to keep their story shorter
Explaining about the saints and bills
Using photogenic stills
Saying anything at will
Trying to close a mystery
Haunting history
Started where one gambles on sins
Concluded when voodoo proclaim who wins
Allowing US to sleep
Counting sheep
Not needing to issue a peep
About why once we all needed to weep
Due to the actions from a creep
Attending a parade in the street
Having anger from the Russian bear who was a lion
Service and democracy he was, not buying
Acting like a cowboy
Raiding the festive joy
To pay the bills
A saint he was forced to kill
Do not worry about tomorrow
And any information horror
Take two steps back
Use tact
Enjoy Thanksgiving
And embrace living
As I walked into the banquet hall of the
Goodman’s Inn, the first thing that stood
out to me were the eyes of the people. I
felt as though I could actually see hope. Eyes
seemed to sparkle and everyone in the hall
sat talking to the others sitting around them
as they waited for the main course of the evening.
To understand this report we need to go back just
over a year ago when Lindsey Long won the 50
million dollar lottery. Apparently the multimillionaire
booked the Goodman’s Inn for December 24th through
to January 2nd of this year solely to house the homeless
over the Christmas holidays. Miss Long walked through
the streets herself over the last week inviting the
unfortunate homeless to come to the motel for these
festivities. Lindsey Long has not only provided the rooms
for this week, she also has clothed them with new
wardrobes and warm winter clothing and accessories.
Now as the people sat around the table they were
told Miss Long had an announcement. We all waited
to hear what this amazing lady had to say
and excitement filled the room. When this
beautiful young woman began to talk there
wasn’t one dry eye in the building. She told them
how she was not going to just send them back
on the street next week but how she had
built a new centre that would have sleeping
facilities and showers to accommodate all
of them. This new facility will be serving
three meals a day which will be prepared solely
from themselves on a voluntary bases.
The feeling in the Inn that night was pure joy
and as the people realized the impact of this
wonderful news, they all broke out singing
It Came Upon a Midnight Clear. This is
Rhonda Reeds reporting for
The Good Newspaper.
Merry Christmas everyone.
Written by Brenda Meier-Hans
11.12.2014
Sponsor Mystic Rose
The Good Newspaper
1st
When Octopus came round for tea,
it was a tricky time for me.
Not knowing what he’d like to eat.
I wondered... savoury or sweet?
I borrowed spoons from Mrs Deggs
next door, for each of his eight legs.
I ‘d heard, if cross, black ink he’d squirt.
I worried... main course or dessert?
I know you’re thinking ‘do the two’
but he doesn’t eat like me and you,
his tummy’s really very small,
he can’t eat very much at all.
I fast flicked through my cooking books
and gave the clock face frequent looks,
but soon the door bell went ‘terrrinnggg’
Oh gosh! Hot pie or cold pudding?
‘Terrrinnggg, terrrinnggg’. Eight times it rang
and then he used each leg to bang
eight times upon my door. I rushed
to open it, and past he pushed.
“Please hurry up and let me in”
he squealed, and I thought, through the din,
‘He must be hungry for his food,
that’s why his manners are so rude’
But still I didn’t have clue
(a secret between me and you)
what I should feed the octopus.
I wished he ate like one of us.
I closed my eyes and made a wish,
Into my thoughts popped ‘Jelly fish!’
It sounded like the perfect meal,
much tastier than jellied eel.
Ooh, seafood with a fruity taste
and wobbly too. I cooked with haste,
and while I wondered what he’d think
I gave him sea water to drink.
He drank it through a straw, with ice.
He smiled and said “That’s rather nice,
but now I really need my dinner
before my legs get any thinner”
The Jelly Fish I boiled and froze
and put some parsley up its nose.
It was neither jelly nor a fish
but I served it on a silver dish
and asked before it passed his lips
“Do you want it with ice-cream or chips?”
He chose to have a bit of each,
both garnished with a slice of peach.
It all went down with one loud SLUURRRPPP
close followed by a great big BUUUURRRRPP
We Will Party Like Theres No Tomorrow
Weekend is here, there’s
Excitement in the air,
Well-wishers all about,
Illuminating lights of colors bright,
Literary elite ready for the night, riding in
Luxury limousines both black and white!
Premium Members, novice Poets and Guest,
All enjoying an evening without stress,
Reveling in the aura of the extravagant venue,
Their eyes quickly graze, the lavish menu, with
Yearning feeling of a night without an end!
Lapel Tuxedo’s, bow-tie intact, Lame’ Shawls, jewelry adorned,
Impeccable taste, impressive look, attire proudly worn!
Kudos received, astonished with dis-belief, for my expertise,
Elated by the recognition and honor of unexpected prestige!
Turntable spinning sounds throughout, during poetic interludes,
Heads nodding, fingers snapping, small talk and finger food!
Entree’ soup and salad consumed, now time for the main course,
Roast Pork, Chicken, Ham and Fish, with a vegetable medley of sorts!
Effervescent drinks of sparkling colors, bubbles that tickled pink,
Sweet potato and Pumpkin pie and German Chocolate cake!
Now it’s time to take a walk, onto the terrace for a view,
Of the beautiful night sky, glittered with stars and a lovely halo moon!
Tonight’s a first, never to forget, treasured memories we’ll hold onto,
Oktoberfest unlike the rest, no ghost, no goblins, no growls, no boos!
Music, dancing, fine food and beer, topped off with souvenir Stein,
On each table a picture lay, among autumn leaves entwined!
Rings of earths colors, brown, green, orange, red and yellow,
Reminds me of the beauty, within each unique fellow!
Oddly enough it is time to end, until next time, and,
We’ll party like there’s no tomorrow!
Written: © 10/27/16
Submitted for: WILD ACROSTIC - Poetry Contest
Sponsored By: Julia Ward