Long Mogul Poems
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Bring back
Take the hatred but
Bring back the love
Take the wars but
Bring back peace
Go away with your lie but
Bring back the our resources
Don't come with your manipulation
Bring back the truth alive
Take your money but
Bring back the ways of our dignity
Oh ye man of power
Bring back our economy
We are tired of poverty
Bring back the men home
They need not to die at the battle field
For a fight they are not aware of the curse
Remember no matter your height
There is never a guarantee
That one day you will not fall
To a mere 6feet
You man of intoxication
Bring back
Our remedy lies
On what we lack
So be part of our blessings my friend
You leaders of our generation
Bring back the hope we need
Bring back the needs we deserve
Bring back our trust
Bring back our dreams on justice
Bring back equality
Bring back our young ones to school
Bring back the joy of our mothers
Bring back good facilities needed
In our country
Remember your promises
Oh ye political mogul
Dont forget our remedy lies
On what we lack
We lack alot in our society
Same circle your were born oh man
So be a blessing
Bring back the happiness
Of fullfilment
Yes fullfil your promise
Dont leave your people with
Empty promises
You leaders of our days in Africa
EVERYBODY NEEDS SOMEBODY:
It's totally been a tough month,
To put myself up to try.
Smiled all day with open mouth,
But later turning into cry.
Holding on to fight,
Through this big plight.
It's truly been so tight,
And I nearly lost the might.
All I wish for was some love in the dark night.
And who knew it would bring in a starke light?
Indeed,everybody needs somebody,
That's an unfailing avowed buddy,
Who's an angel in a human body.
If you don't have one,
Then sorry you are not having fun,
Since that somebody will help you stand.
And make life sweet as strawberry wine.
I have a beautiful somebody in my life.
Yes,that's my wife,
An aristocratic mogul that I have.
Her love is an unfadable healing,
Her care is an unlimited soothing.
A proud mother of my great children.
Frankly,she holds the key to my haven,
An empress of my Eden,
In her heart am I hidden.
Glory be to God for this gift.
She was chosen based on freaky sift.
Perhaps,I pray you get somebody too,
So life would be worth for you two.
I mean you...yes you...
My everyday reader,
who's also a sound listener.
You were a talented British actor but sadly, not anymore.
If you hadn't died, today you would've turned ninety-four.
You starred in an episode of "Fawlty Towers" and "Dalziel and Pascoe".
Forty-four years ago, you starred in "The Adventures Of Picasso".
You starred in an episode of "Last Of The Summer Wine".
You starred in an episode of "Mogul" and "Space: 1999".
You starred in a short lived British sitcom titled "Cuffy".
After living a long life, you died at the age of ninety-three.
When you starred in Fawlty Towers, you beat up John Cleese.
Today would have been your birthday, may you Rest In Peace.
[Dedicated to Bernard Cribbins (1928-2022) who died on July 27, 2022]
Farewell! Oh my sire
King of once empire
I walked out at doomed in those spooky nights
Just to see you naked and died!
Who are you to killed those men?
Are you out of your mind?
Oh sire! You fought like Trojan war
And looking for Achilles heel in reward!
Who are you sire?
You the mogul of dismay!
See the apocalypses and omen of world
Are you not afraid of judgement decode?
You coward!
You ruined everything over three hundred decades
Spare! Spare forgiveness!
I will hence thee witnesses
Oh sire! What have you done?
Its getting out of hand?
Two tormoils at once!
Ho! You never be gutsy I know you can't
Oh sire it's not yet the end
Go and change!
Give peace among foes of Spartans men
And you still barbaric in the end.
The headlights were upon me, with no time to react
My mind and body shut down, so I never felt the hard impact
I remembered not using my seatbelt; I didn’t want to wrinkle my new suit
I was being honored for an accomplishment in my lifelong work pursuit
When my life flashed before my eyes, I was disappointed with what I saw,
There was no rhyme to its reason; there were no answers to any cause.
I saw a lifetime of selfishness with vanity as its only gain
I prayed for a miracle to allow me to change my awful aim
The first lights that I saw looked like heaven’s pearly gates
Then I heard those beeping sounds from hospital machines that I hate
No one was in the room with me, for reasons my vision made perfectly clear
But I had been given a second chance and there was nothing left for me to fear
It took a year for me to recover, with plenty of scars to mark the way
But now I had a mission; I visited the children’s ward almost every day
I met a lovely therapist who soon would be my beautiful wife
And now I had new purpose to go along with my brand new life
The papers all reported about the horrific accident that I had
They said it changed a corporate mogul into a simpleton, gone half-mad
I gave away all my money to charities that wear other peoples' names
But I am richer in my poverty than at any other time in this game
I give thanks to that driver, who fell asleep behind the wheel
And I don’t care that there’s no one who quite understands just how I feel
The old me died that night and as answers to my desperate prayers
A man with rhyme to reason is now left standing here
A DAY TO REMEMBER
(COVID 19)
It is said everyday,
When God created this land,
He visited the land everyday,
He returned every night to rest as his demand,
One month for a dozen to another chapter, darkness covered the entire world, on the special day of God, which was Sunday.
A giant archenemy with his Excalibur and Shaft killed 128,343 people, the rest cannot be mentioned.
That was when the virile of the world became weak from that day,
Heroes and miniature were being penned like animals, including the Presidents as lockdown was declared,
When did paradise became hell,
When did our own land became our enemy,
Grotesque, troll, Mighty trees and it infant corn were completely pulled out as it fell,
The effect and cause was known but its cure was anonymity.
This poisonous poignant bell kept on sounding and gallant and mogul were falling like an ant at the sound of its bell
It was a day to remember, for it reminded the world of the pain of agony
I’ll sing you dream songs
that last as long as the hills
but know this my love
it’s fullness IS
the striving of our wills
Against the darkness
that has crept stealthily
into the hearts of man
I cannot describe
this latent longing
to rest mine eyes
upon the faces of my joy
to stay there reticent
upon the turn of your gaze
Soft sentience gathers
like a cloak of gauze
to be not disaffected by
the backs of those who consume
the refuse of worthlessness
and despise excellencies
but prefer the violations of every
virtue , whose villainy
is unconcealed on any level
considered the character
OF MAN
Salacious , drooling compounded
with the Sophistry of sophistication
Supercilious in their vanities
as rottenness to a tree
Nay , but here I seek
a palate for the delicacy
yielding tender fruit
so desirable as it’s fleeting
from a world gone course
that swallows any thoughts
of pursuing a nature
whose potency can be clearly seen
I defy your erosions
corrosion of thought and deeds
whose love is less than
rutting animals
I decry your mogul media
your grand theatrics
I have divorced you
to pursue a finer thought
I’ll pass you on the street
you will have my hello
but don’t expect to drag me
to your peers whose
consciousness is gone
even in the daytime
I will , my time
with the quality , geniality
of thoughts vibrant
of the orchestral heights
and cast your lows
into some other state
COPYRIGHT © 2013 C Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC
A big "if"
get a whiff
Me? zero.
my hero...
Ben Franklin
wise statesman
scientist
columnist.
Ben's passwords -
Poor Richard's
crackerjack
almanack.
Did Silence
Dogood sense
women's rights
and insights?
Philly fire
would inspire
Ben's brilliance -
insurance
Self-taught, thence
Ben invents
bifocals
smart mogul.
Next project
he'd perfect
ladder chair
with step stair.
Millionaire
takes a dare
Kites and keys
lightning please.
A new hat
diplomat
Ben would dance
off to France.
Death's closed door
eighty-four
Famous men
admire Ben.
September 18, 2020
rewritten March 9, 2021
for contest: If I Were Famous..
sponsor:
His gold teeth glistened in the sun
As ‘Long Ben Avery’ turned
To face his captives, head lowered,
Their providence to learn
For Avery was a pirate bold
Trained in the Kings’ Navy
Who, disillusioned with his lot,
Captained a mutiny
He seized ‘The Fancy’, in Cadiz
An act both rare, and bold
Then set out on the briny sea
In search of ships with gold
He plundered every vessel met
With not one man set free
And soon, his name spread fear and dread
Across the seven seas
For two years, not a ship was safe
As treasure he amassed,
But his biggest booty taken
Would prove to be his last
He sailed down to the Mandab Strait
And other ships did meet
Who chose him as their Admiral,
To raid the India Fleet
The ‘Mogul’s’ flagships, tried to flee
Chased by the pirate fleet
But a brutal, two hour battle,
Ended with their defeat
The pirates tortured those they caught
Without a thought, or care
As they searched on board for treasure
For each, to glean their share
The ‘Mogul’, proffered swift revenge
Hunting the pirates down,
Swearing each villain, had to hang
For crimes against his crown
The pirates scattered, far and wide
To skirt captivity
But most were caught, and hung with rope
Strung from the nearest tree
But Avery, was never found
Or his share of the hoard
It’s rumoured that his crew killed him,
And threw him overboard
No matter what became of him
Or what, was ‘Long Ben’s’ fate
No man’s ever bettered his feat
In history, to date.
The former blond model pouts and primps
Swinging her hips
Down the splashing catwalk of shoreline
Sand caving to her imagined heels
Wheeling to her awaiting Israeli mogul
Her shoulders set so far back
It’s as if she’s walking backwards
Puts herself square
Between
Him
And another thin woman
Launches a laugh and offers salted peaches
Wraps her skinny arm around
The other woman’s string bikini of waist
Holds her tight
Upright
You don’t have to go away
She seems to be signaling
And a young Salvadoran girl
Is curled up at the side of the tide
Beached to that surf-beaten sandpaper
Only a towel of brown skin beneath her
People stepping over her
Looking
Shrugging
Walking on
She is homeless of any self-absorption
No cell phone bag or jewelry
An unclaimed seashell
Another time
Her brown round body
Was plopped down wet and sticky
To mounds of dry hot sand
Hands stretched above her head
Handcuffed to the sun
And when she finally stirred and stood
She squeezed her boobs like sponges
And the grains of sand crumbled from her body
Like Cinderella’s gown
Shaken loose and fallen to her ankles.
The crashing waves
Humiliate a man with a beach ball belly
Rolls him to shore
Legs tossed over his head
And also, though much more kindly,
Scoots a little boy at his butt
Back to his worried mother
Who’s holding a towel
Yelling from shore at arm’s length
Her worst fear.
I mean her husband.
Muslim women are wrapped in black
From toe to throat
As they swim and laugh in the ocean
And that’s ok too
For I smile at one beauty
As she emerges
And pulls uncomfortably
At her taut and soaked nylon dressing
She sees me watching her
And since it was not for the usual reasons
Her lips part
As she unleashes a smile across her face
Un-shy.
Yes, we’re friends.
How would these subjects describe me
If they were also voyeur poets?
They would not
I am certain of that
Being invisible
And old
Fashioned
Pen in hand
Reading a novel.