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With apologies to Sir W.S. Gilbert
As some day it may happen that a victim must be found,
I've got a little list--I've got a little list.
Of society offenders who might well be underground,
And who never would be missed--who
never would be missed!
There's the pestilential pundits who write without a clue—
All men with bloated bellies who hang out guzzling brew—
All children who play computer games and beat you just like that—
All people who like a glutton eat but keep their tummies flat—
The terrifying boss you've only just met, who on first names insists—
They'd none of 'em be missed--they'd none of 'em be missed!
CHORUS. He's got 'em on the list--he's got 'em on the list;
And they'll none of 'em be missed--
they'll none of 'em be missed.
There's the Metallica lead guitarist and the others of his race,
And Material Girl, Madonna—I 've got them on the list!
And the fearful ladies who serve spaghetti on their finest lace,
They never would be missed--they never would be missed!
Then the millionaire ball players who smirk and snort cocaine,
And unfailingly prove that even with money you cannot buy a brain;
Then there's the homophobes in the closet who curse but mostly lie,
They'd rather stay where the sun don't shine than admit they like a guy;
And that shallowest of arrogant, back-stabbing pr--ks, the corporate ladder climberist
I don't think he'd be missed--I'm sure he'd not he missed!
CHORUS. He's got them on the list--he's got them on the list;
And I don't think they'll be missed--I'm sure they'll not be missed!
And the self-righteous jurists, who free the high and mightier,
Overbearing, moralistic judges—I've got them on the list!
All afternoon talk show hosts—nah, not Oprah —but especially Springer;
They'd none of 'em be missed—they'd none of 'em be missed.
And the slick politician who about corporate influences never lies,
"What, never?" Well, hardly ever when even their 'fluence Enron buys
But it really doesn't matter whom you put upon the list,
For they'd none of 'em be missed--they'd none of 'em be missed!
CHORUS. You may put 'em on the list--you may put 'em on the list;
And they'll none of 'em be missed--they'll none of 'em be missed!
THIS POVERTY OF MINE...
Improves upon the amount of time it takes you to conduct an opera that
tells about how to live this life.
Moralistic conceptions are fulfillments of healthy appetites.
An Aesop Fable he or she will write.
***
RAPUNZEL
Rapunzel Rapunzel let your hair down.
I am the new Prince in town.
I killed the lad you loved today.
Rapunzel let your hair down and be my lady.
I come from far away to be your Prince.
I know your mother locked you away to become an old maid.
I am here to give you a life of matrimony, love and affection, children, a
family.
Rapunzel, let your hair down.
I will woo you with flowers to ingratiate.
We are meant to be together eternally.
Rapunzel, be my lady.
***
Rise above iniquity and address this perilous world
Domestic violence, conflict, and confusion are illuminated throughout the
universe.
Why is this constant struggle and strife?
Live right!
***
SHARMAR - THE KING
This is a man’s world.
This is a woman’s universe.
She is the child bearer.
I have become the villain.
I am an abuser.
She is in love.
I will use her not to face [my] troubles.
Conflict will confuse all.
I work hard in any endeavor.
The future is there to proclaim.
A woman’s place is behind her man.
See Coretta with King.
Strength she gave.
She empowered her man.
You saw her sadness and her gleam.
You see Betty with X.
Empowerment she was and the ultimate strength.
You saw her beam as a scholar.
Her walk fulfills that power.
Much light from pain diminishes weakness.
Might it be moralistic?
***
To destroy is to bring new life.
If one is without the other, why?
***
A woman’s hair is her glory.
What does that statement mean?
The manner of principality states age brings glory.
Therefore, the subject of these philosophies thrives.
A woman’s life is magnified 100xs by her life-story.
Move not my soul, if it is not closer to the Almighty God.
If my soul is no closer to the Lord Almighty, I shall not be moved.
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PENNED ON JULY 20, 2014!
The urge
For we been equipped fellow citizens of
Motherland, Africa she sang of, Poetic is
It justice? just ice frosting dreams, hopes
Parliament a breeding citadel of perverse
Codes that terms us labourers in our land.
Gazetted reforms that impairs our virtues
And moralistic principles of being, rejected
By those with all the mighty through veto,
How lame I voted him in for betterment
Of the kin, weary leaving in the cold street.
My ails heals from their white precipitates,
Inscribed by a solo individual, dual turns a
Taboo yet granny always had crushed roots
The ails would shy... Boots, books, and tie
Paper wetting from the drips of enslavement
Hunting modernized but the parliaments left
In great chaos, adaptation of the scripts left
Us this urge, The urge to revolt, yearning...
Codified practices that are never followed by
The sire, a new mutant foe in make, Change.
5 January 19
Lowlifediarist
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Vultures
No wonder why I have this naked head
These weak claws, Neither have I ever
Wondered why I feed chiefly on carrion
Rotting carcass dressed by fellow humane
Ages past starving, preying, pitying shame.
Carrion bird been termed, so wary I envy
The keen and noble eagle whose social unit
Portray efficiency and tranquility in plays
How he is gifted in soaring up highs spred
He preys on fresh flesh, he hustles nothing.
Vultures we been cased by mother nature
For we toil yet others birds emblems might
We long for the deprived freedoms, denied
And fed on their remains. Avarice being no
Shame for no honor is related to my name.
Black birds whom seize by violence, preys
Like us, feeds greedily stood forth our Sire.
Corrupt ravens whom disperse parliaments
Owls on the watch, waiting to grace thier
Chance too, damned birds of disgust, cursed.
5 January 19
Lowlifediarist
This darker side
of dusk's sacred
empowering mystery
Unlike enlightened ecospheres
more urgent dawn emergent
pink yellow anticipations
of matriarchal
cooperative history
Not consciously felt
yet pre-traumatically imagined
and hallucinated
back through preverbal mammalian time
emerging AnthroRidiculous
moralistic elitism
This darker side
of dusk's sacred mystery
co-empowering
not unlike enlightened bio/ecospheres
returning from dark embrace
more climatically urgent
history
Climate health/wealthy dawn
green anticipations
polytheistic sacred imaginations
also secular polypathic
win/win investigations
Thought experiments
bicameral
darker side
of panentheistic mystery
resisting monotheistic his-story
EnLightened Mythos
EmPowering Logos
NonZero Zone
enhancing sacred communal Powers
of BrightLightSun and PowerfulRichDarkEarth
YangForm and Yintegral sacred flow
MonoTheistic AND Elder PolyTheistic
Indigenous green cooperative
InterReligious Wisdom
PolyPathic Communion
redawning urgent light
forward to dusk's sacred mystery
surrounding monotheistic scribes
of monopolistic
empire-building win/lose
zero-sum patriarchal win/lose capitals
marketing economic
and political textbook history
Which remains an ecological mystery
about how to buy our way out
of climate disaster
thereby redeeming ourselves
for future EarthTribe regenerative
potential degenerations
Of dark dusk's sacred mystery
panentheistic deep powers
indigenous
neuro-sensory
health and safety wisdom
Of RightBrain panentheistic
LeftBrain verbalized faith
in eternally dawning yellow pink enlightenment
red v blue mysterious enfrightenment
This darker side
of dusk's sacred loyalty
to empowering Sun/Earth
enlightening dawning dusk
mystery.
I AM INTELLIGENCE!
In world of mannequins, I step to the cause.
I see this woman fussing at her child about wanting to go to the park.
How formed is this.
Hello Lady and such a beautiful boy he is.
He wants to play in the park.
However, you do not have time for that.
Let me see if I can solve your problem.
I am Intelligence.
Intelligence is a superhero that forms very delightful scenes.
I am humorous as well.
With superhuman powers, I provide a child with a dream.
I give this one the dream of playing in the park.
The child stops crying and obeys his mother.
In another episode, I am sent telepathically, an abusive scene.
I transform arriving there instantly.
Through superhuman powers, I find a nurse and instruct him via
mind to be compassionate.
Intelligence watched for several days.
The facility conformed their healthcare tactics to better ways.
A little girl has broken her leg.
Her mother neglects and flagellates her more when she does not feel well.
Intelligence has watched for a short while.
The scene was sent via the mother verbally abusing her child.
Then she would stop for quite some time.
However, the child broke her leg while riding her bike.
The mother sees the chance to abuse outright.
Intelligence deploys to her mind and the mother begins to praise the child.
Intelligence is a moralistic superhero.
No age or race barriers does this superhero has.
In the time of hostilities, I am there.
I was given my superhuman abilities to achieve peace unconditionally.
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PENNED ON AUGUST 30, 2014!
Meet My Robin "Hood"
"Hood" being the key word, the
man who is a saver of souls
lacking passion and adventure,
Robin "Hood" swept me off my
couch where I had grown roots,
eatin' chips n cookies n
icecream,
Watchin' re-runs of Atlanta
housewives and sex in the city,
He took me out into his forest,
"Hood" full of broken dreams
patched up with cash from
crack sales,
Escalades, and weekend
getaways to the Ramada, to do
what?
Count Cash, Watch His stash,
and live like a queen out of a
box,
To be his outlet for satisfying
his desire for something
innocent and pure,
Untainted by the world in its
greed and lust,
Only to outpour his greed and
lust on me,
And He loves me with such
passion,
the passion most young girls
seek after in their first quests
for love anew,
My Robin "Hood" Loves me
entirely, He consumes me,
He loves my collard greens and
hamhocks,
My cornbread and crawfish
pots,
I love his hair, his smile, his
smell,
The way he knows how to relax
me and make my heart swell,
Robin "Hood" has stolen my
heart and only my heart can go
with him,
My mind and body lay limp and
distraught still on that
checkerboard couch,
With the half-eaten bag of
chips and a spoon of butter
pecan icecream,
His scent still lingers here but
he is long gone,
Off to rob the rich in beauty
and innocence, and give it to
the poor in moralistic value and
quality of life,
Although the ride was
exhilarating, I got off at the
closest stop home,
No More robbing me Mr. Robin
"Hood".
Death! Is absolute
the ultimate fear,
yet many, find it the
cause of so much
aggravation. Still! It’s
tops in the profit
stakes, wielding “Wide
screen, splatter
delving special effects.”
Cold shivers to
counteract hot steamy
nights, where evil,
always appears to be
enjoying its
renaissance in a script
full of moralistic
rebuttal.
Always! It seems for some,
easy to find death,
easy that is, when one
consciously puts in
the effort, while in
pursuit of that
leisurely free ride, on
the “Roller Coaster”
of their pitiful lives.
While all avenues lead
to the abyss of one’s
impetuousness, some gain a
subtle peace, some an
intolerance, depending on
one’s saturated faith.
Every day the media drives
home the message.
(Perhaps haplessly somehow
to prepare).
“Yet many idle minds
somewhat still
unprepared.”
Juvenile times seen by
the establishment,
as a time of unrelenting
passion, a time to
mould one within one’s
ancestral image,
a time of eternal days,
blended with logic
and conflict. A world
ready to tolerate all
aspects of one’s
“Liberality.”
A politically correct
environment that
cannot, (or is not allowed)
to discriminate
against good or bad!
“Yet it is evil this
day, that wears the
‘Angelic smile.’”
Still! Most believe
(at this time,)
there is no mortal reason
to purchase the
“Heavenly ticket.”
Each and everyone it
appears,
“Nonconformist to
the core.”
© Harry J Horsman 1995
They prate
They condemn
They spew special interest bile
These champions of society are but
One-sided and silly
They claim to have their finger
On the pulse of society
But write from the view-point
Of middle class insensitivity
Riots and mayhem bemuses
Corruption and graft arouses
The bad and dismal encourages
Nothing is ever right for them
They hope to influence by hiding
Behind a moralistic poison pen
The untruths and spite they disperse
Seems to know no end
They often show a lack of decency
As they invade everybody’s privacy
Opinions are a dime a dozen
They assess from a myopic angle
Highlighting the petty
And ignoring all that is true
They never praise or say
Sorry we mislead you
No hope is given when we
Peruse the news
Its death
Carnage
And corporate abuse
How would they would feel
If they found themselves
In another’s shoes?
Flam
Celebrity
And Z-listers
Fill up page
We should all refuse
To let intrude into our thoughts
And ruin our mood
Too many voices
Deafen those being influenced
And with the clout
To bring about real change
Politicians and bureaucrats
Are weary of being bullied
And being slain
All is not bad
Some is not great
We only need to await the next edition
To review our fate
A few realise how paranoid we are
A few don't even care
Praise to the man
Who ignores the news
His folly will no doubt confuse
Those whose job it is
To prate and sell half truths
They wonder why my soul is intertwined with hers!
They ponder why my eyes embrace hers!
They ask why I love her as birds love migrating!
They ask why I love her as deserts’ sands love raining!
They ask why my love for her is high peaks
Whereas everything else is but slopes!
They ask why my love for her is the sweetest fate!
They ask why I see her prettier than all flowers!
They keep asking, wondering and pondering
I reply, respond, reiterate and state
O, people!
I do love her because she possesses these characteristics
She is the ….
Original, elegant & tender;
Innocent, exquisite & adorable;
Beautiful, attractive & gorgeous;
Sensitive, delicate & gentle;
Ethical, faithful & honorable;
Amazing, marvelous & intelligent;
Sophisticated, satisfied & wonderful;
Moralistic, brilliant & high-minded;
Delightful, devotee & amiable;
Decent, transparent & thankful;
Honest, benevolent & obedient;
I do love her because she represents chastity;
She is the enthusiast & sweet worshipper;
The valuable, priceless & enchanting queen;
The unique, matchless & charming knight;
The appreciative, grateful & contented moon;
The perfect, treasurable & precious pearl;
The cute, scintillating & courteous treasure;
The distinguished, eminent & privileged angel;
The rare, exceptional & noble star;
The magnanimous, altruist & dexterous artist
The blooming, flourishing & confident rose;
The watchful, soothing & pacific dove.
Somewhere there is a system
If one decides to study and listen
Finding global position
To finish its mission
Here we go shooting for the moon
Showing the kids lovely cartoons
And teaching them of a big blue marble
Such a life full of marvel
Then later in the day
There are sports all over the world they say
Using a satellite link
This is great the post-Vietnam innocent does think
For into space
Visual communication technology builds its case
Now in the two thousands
Mostly climbed this planet’s mountains
It is the darkness that has us eager to explore
Trying to open a mysterious door
This is how it goes
Being a super power you know
We are the best
From all the rest
Having beauty and brains
In our arsenal of gains
And paths to peacefully complain
But there seems to be something wrong
With our patriotic song
Did we over play our moralistic hand?
Helping others take a stand?
Or was it the fantasy we love to boast
Celebrating modernization coast to coast
On this Fourth of July
When we recount separation from King George’s lies
Let’s rehabilitate the red, white and blue patient
And make it a healthy nation
First prescription is respect and trust
Second would understand others without a fuss
If we can handle that
Not acting like spoiled brats
Our goals may come alive
Returning to the energy that is giving the best try
While exhibiting the all American rally cry