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Winds of change
are fanning the flames
are fanned by the deranged.
The flames of misdirection,
the winds giving chase
(orchestrated by instruments to enrage.
Horned cheering section.)
Drones of the BlackRock, riders in holdings
park their game pieces in place,
holding and withholding payment Ace.
Get out of jail free blowhards,
influencerned by the currency,
jeering and cheering till blue in the face,
screaming Climate
Emergent Divergent Hunger Games Emergency.
Media trumpet producing endearings,
(lipstick on a Pig) for their Rat King,
(as on a White Horse)
as we grow too Sheepish to speak out, too pale
and timid to spell out their obvious course,
to vomit our rejection as diseased
as we are enslaved
under cells and convections and
tales intertwined, sanctioned throughout,
Stormgate's, leak, its Codex toothed, overreaching security breach.
Never again will we be as we were,
neVer to take flight,
or steer our own course again in our own
atmosphere.
The Mandate is clear, the Score
is reported by message board monitors
of the process, onboard,
onboarding for the Beast System processors,
riding People, herding, coral carolling
to Lucifer, sacrificial Sheeple in a transitional
Rat Race, vermen looking through peepholes.
The Piper's progress is polaroided in twain,
kodachrome rolls back the esteem, smiles of the insane, back of the head, peace sign.
Shut wide eyes rolling white for dead retina scan mouth foamed enrapture
Signature erasure brain panned for fools gold,
sold out, captured souls,(devout).
Recorders in tow, changing how the wikiwind blows,
how counts voted by Moderator,
gestapo teams, Bon Appetit, Virtual Travel, Vogue, Akinator, Mad Magazine.
(Needle in the Aperture bobbin tattoo
BuckarooBonzai glass saddles and shoes.)
Laser id suture chip sewn in diodes
of TripleBeam Barley, Wheat, Triplesec, meat...
Meta threads to breadcrumb gumshoe private dick heads, treads of
sleuth your every thought and intent, move.
Passenger monitoring, the acceptable temperature, moderate beautiful soup lukewarm chum
to taste an ode to the pasts vernacular
naked lunch humble pie shoots
in the face gruel,
heckler
of riding the storm out without Jesus, fools-Spectacular.
I walked down the stage with moisture in my faces and a subtle smile on which everyone could rely. I held on to the uncompromising truth that could not be denied from my youth.
I still hold the pen that was placed in my hand and held it firmly with courage and dignity to walk over the land and a special cup that was given to me to drink from is still in that secured place in the cabinet. Some things never lose its composure even if it is not gold. Some people can see it from afar and if you are close, you could examined it with a magnifying glass.
The stage was packed around me and as far as my eyes could stretch, I could see hands waving in the thick crowd and the people were shouting and screaming out loud. I wasn’t sure if I should laugh or cry but it was a fulfilling feeling that I could not deny.
I stopped and pause for a while as the moderator made the introduction. It wasn’t Oprah Winfrey, Bouncy, Tina Turner, Adel, Lady Gaga , Taylor Swift, Dolly Parton or Abba on stage, it was a simple woman wearing a simple pair of shoes, it was hard to comprehend how I have survived so long in the lion’s den. The miracle that got me out made the universe scream and shout.
They made the introduction and the voice of the roaring crowd thundered in the sky. It shook the birds from the trees and sends them flying back to the calm sea. I move from town to town with the vessel of love spilling on the ground. Here I was with the object of truth covering my face as we worked on the final round to complete this phase.
All the naysayers and soothsayer, don men and Hench men, flatfoot man, pimps and hustlers, religious dons and gangs are all gallivanting around the town holding up their faces to complete the final round, and as the burden of truth begins to sink in the devil, and his agent begin to sing a petrifying hymn, leading them all to the altar of truth.
I could see behind the curtains, pearls, gold and diamond, dangling in front of me and just across from there ruby and sapphire standing in Juxtaposition staring at the Swiss chocolates piling on top of the dish and the appetite of truth dripping water from their cracked lips.
The crowd went wild, the city came alive and everyone was in agreement with the new crown.
Banned from Allpoetry
A moderator, with approval from a manager, found that someone broke the rules enough for
us to refuse access to the site to them for a time.
This ban was placed on: elhart, everyone1
This ban started on Nov 15 2:33 PM
This ban will last until Dec 15 2:05 PM. It is now November 18 06:18AM
If this is not you, please contact us at bans2@allpoetry.com
This is sent to both Larry and James.
http://allpoetry.com/elhart
http://allpoetry.com/everyone1
It has been requested recently that certain site rules and guidelines be followed.
This was then followed by a final warning and directives from AnnD the Site Supervisor. As
well as a reminder towards the rules, terms of use, and conditions to which your membership
of Allpoetry was to be fulfilled to allow further use as a platform to post material deemed fit
for purpose.
This and the aforementioned requests and warnings, you have now been seen to renegue on.
Your recent posts inciting civil unrest within the community of this private site.
The threats of actions being taken against censorship which has no place considering the
private ownership of the site.
The flagrant disregard of warnings previously brought to your attention.
Using the pages of Allpoetry to fuel a personal disagreement of the rules when requested
followed by moderator staff, not just on this occasion, but over the last year or more.
The past directives and requested informative rules asked followed have been the building of
the action now being taken. A one month ban, on both accounts.
A final and next step on the ban ladder will be a complete denial of access to Allpoetry and
sister sites, this will be the only action left to take.
Any attempts to access the site via alter accounts during this period will meet an immediate
addition of the names to this ban, and the actioning of the final stage.
This will be filed along with all previous correspondence from site staff from the creation of
both accounts.
If you have any questions regarding this action, the email is supplied to do so.
Silent Cougar
Moderator
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The worst thing that ever happened was the whole web page disappeared to the
right of my screen once eye was able to snag it and bring it back but that seems
so impossible how that even worked and it only worked a few times not always
and when it went it went too far away and the mouse would not retrieve it and the
only thing that eye could do was to log off and back on and that won't work not
anymore.
The pain in my poor sober jaw the suffering that eye do for love is worth the price
of admission to heaven when we go.
Once there just inside the door there is a field of purple flowers where my
mansion lays in wait a picnic has been set complete with chicken fried steaks
and ice cream cones for me and mye parme.
I had a dream —
different ... dark ... obscure
Mine’s wasn’t like Martin Luther King,
it was different
So very dark to the core
In my dream I saw his dream
masquerading as a fantasy
There were separate, reality TV camps competing:
radical, bellicose talk of Black Lives Matter,
and virtual, cyber walk of alt-right hate chatter
There were bone chilling sounds of
nuclear voices ... uranium saber rattlers,
and automatic gunfire arterial blood splatters
And in my dream
there was an iron-copper, ruddy king’s ring
coveted by a smiling Joker, batty as a Mad Hatter,
with an itchy trigger finger
And this nightmare of a dream snoring-ly lingered
My sleeping eyes saw a lot of marching in the night,
clashes of angry protest signs and torches burning bright
Different colored children wasn’t walking hand in hand,
hugging and kissing in harmonious unity
No, they were casting stones at each other,
hurling heavy curses and jagged profanity
In my dream, that dream that Martin Luther King seen
was a fake news rerun cancelled program broadcasting
And the interrupted voice of a moderator said:
a gunshot to the head killed Martin Luther King dead
Then there was a funeral for his dream,
with a sad procession of Obama supporters crying
I saw horror of horrors ...
dark clouds ominously began to evilly congregate,
and the fair trade winds wasn’t waving the flag
Fear merchants were selling whiskey bottles of hate,
and commemorative red, white and blue gag order rags
For some it was a festive atmosphere,
a grand occasion to sample a taste of times past
Blowing lead pellet trumpet sounds
of a shotgun baby shower blast,
Birth of a Nation music was merrily playing
Vaders celebrating the death of a starcrossed king’s dream,
opened my eyes to a rude Gentile awakening —
slumber promises begets delayed praying
I had a dream —
so different ...
That of a pauper, not of a king!
The Last Debate of Trump and Biden
10/22/2020
By Franklin Price
written - 10/23/ 2020
The last debate of Trump and Biden
Neither one of them in hidin'
Both came to the stage to have their say
To tout what they were all about
Why the People could not do without,
What they would do, the next four years of play
The rules had changed and things made clear
There were six subjects we would hear
Each man allotted just two minutes time
The one not speaking, had no mike
Could not be heard or cause a spike
So could not cause an interruptive crime
With both two minutes, said and done
I fully thought we'd see more fun
More of the over-speaking fun and games
Surprisingly, was more control
Each had, more presidential role
Seldom yelled, or called each other names
Kristin Welker did quite well
When differences began to tell
She tried her best make them toe the line
They honored her, more than the last,
Who lost control, but that's the past
This woman moderator, more than fine.
The ninety minutes went by fast
When it was over/done at last
I tried to analyze what I had seen
I reviewed what they had said
And ran it slowly through my head
Here's, what I think, that each of them would mean
Biden, always, the democrat
Though he thinks he is more than that
Claims he would be the president for all
His Washington would care for us
We'd all be equal on the bus
Government controlling, every rise and fall
Trump still not a politician
Ran last time on his volition
He gives away his presidential pay
Believes the people should be free
For each to be what they can be
Without the ones, in D.C., in the way.
The details ,of each, are all for naught
Of who is sold and who is bought
If We the People lose controlling voice
November third, eleven days away
Be sure to vote and have your say
To select, which way we live, will be your choice
What good memories living with our parents and grandparents Dr.Wolf and Dr.Erika,
My sons Kirk and Erik and my younger sister Antje and I all lived together in the beautiful house.
My sons signed up for soccer, my oldest son Kirk and his team won the soccer
championship,
Erik liked playing soccer too.
My younger sister Antje used to play lacrosse,
She also enrolled in the martial arts program.
I became a vice-president of research and education,
As well as moderator of discussions.
Went on to become a champion volleyball player with the Parents Without Partners team,
Our team won the championshio with a friendly game with the Americans.
I used to go on a picnic now and then with my sons,
We would buy a bucket of chicken from Colonel Sanders.
Afterwards we would get an ice-cream at the Dairy Queen,
When we were back home we watched sports on Television.
We watched the hockey team win the Stanley Cup,
The Blue Jays won the World Series.
These were days to remember,
I would drive our young children to elementary school.
They did exceptionally well at school,
Continued their schooling in the community of Bolton.
My handsome sons graduated and then went onto to date and marry,
Kirk and Jenn married in Muskoka and have beautiful children Merrick and Maya.
They moved to British Columbia,fell in love with the scenery,
Erik and his beautiful wife Lisette married in Costa Rica.
I always say society is living their dream,
May God bless us all.
Author: Gwen von Erlach Schutz.
Banned from Allpoetry
A moderator, with approval from a manager, found that someone broke the rules enough for us to refuse
access to the site to them for a time.
This ban was placed on: everyone1, fornootherreason
This ban started on Aug 17 11:25 AM
This ban will last until Aug 25 11:21 AM. It is now August 21 09:16PM
If this is not you, please contact us at bans2@allpoetry.com
James,
Your ban has been extended to a week for creating new accounts to bypass sitebans. This is again a site
policy which had you acquainted yourself with initially this could have been avoided. Any further attempts to
bypass this ban will lead to a month.
Electric Sunrise
Moderator
James, you are receiving a three day siteban from AllPoetry and all affiliated sister sites due to your
persistent violation of rules, namely in relation to spam.
We previously discussed your IMing your poem to over 800 members, since then you've entered one singular
post into over 100 various contests of which it did not singularly meet the criteria of, and then flooded a
thread on the policies board with more poetry (poetry is not for any forum on site).
At this point we've been left little recourse but to take this action, spam and causing unrest within the
membership is not something we can allow to continue.
I would ask on your return you familiarise yourself with site policies and adhere to them, the bans only get
easier to gain and longer in length from here out.
Electric Sunrise
Moderator
Be it your profile I search for often,
always keeping up when something happens,
mimicking what you say,
if I seem intrusive,
only when I show that I am annoyed,
and going as far as to find excuses,
written in seperate messages.
Then just reply simply with: "kk."
Only if I do the same,
please be aware
that in that moment,
anyone would have responded that way.
But in doing so,
I missed the moments
when you also became more relaxed
One is exposed to stress
and in a situation
where the body, in self protection,
reacts impulsively.
But I need this,
because when people wrote: "Does she always Text you..?"
and you suddenly answered with "No",
but at the same time,
to his remarks about me being a little annoying,
you responded, saracstically,
with "a little".
It made me withdraw.
And then, whenever I returned,
I asked why it didn't feel like before-
because you no longer write,
because you no longer laugh at me,
because you, as a Moderator, must warn me,
justify me,
we tease,
argue,
and reconile.
And that's what I wanted.
And now it happend.
And now I sit here,
with a nervous heart
and tired eyes,
staring at the screen.
Staring,
while my oven catches fire,
my floor is dirty,
while I hope time stretches on.
Refrain:
Beware ye netizens
of the internet troll
dare not feed it.
just sigh and past it scroll
I
There dwell within the internet
A vile creature with a rash wreath
Who spews their venom
From between their buck teeth
II
"Just ignore it!"
Can we get a moderator before we're overran?
Drive out this message board demon
We'll squash this uprising with a ban!
III
Upon it's mind today
"How canst I grieve them now?
Shall I compare thee
To a mountain goat or a sow?"
Refrain
IV
Victim locked within
the creature's sights
It's piercing taunts
Cause sleepless nights
V
Keyboard warriors
To your stations
Defend your brothers
'Gainst this infestation
Refrain
VI
And what spy we
With our IP tracker?
Be it a troll or
the resident hacker?
VII
But soft! What's that
Here comes the beast!
Quick insult his grammar or
Upon our insecurities he'll feast
Refrain
VII
And one by one
By bullying the forum pest
They beat him back and
Drove him to his cheeto nest
VIII
Now he sulks and pouts
Instead of hurling abuse
Too afraid of the outside
But still armed with excuse
VIIII
Soon! he promises
And rubs his hands together with glee
But his insults are flaccid
And won't hurt a flea