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7/22/21
People continuing to show hate
As if they themselves are so great
While the planet continues to rotate
Boy you need a lot more than Colgate
You thought it did, but it carried no weight
Don't make me, or I'll put you in yo place
The evidence will be difficult to locate
Only got 24 so I poured up some twenty fours
Ready for many more
It's been a deadly war
Pulled through with tremendous force
While I weathered any storms
The answers to such questions, is like seeking an endless source
People continuing to act fake
In good or bad shape
Dealing with another backache
Life will give and it shall take
Let's get the facts straight
Life moves at a fast pace
Don't end up in last place
In this giant rat race
Why have they
Continued to act that way
Been another bad day
Empty bottles and an ashtray
The same old pathway
Could just never keep it all at bay
It's been revolting
As life continues unfolding
After the whole thing
Not just a gold ring
Yet it always ends up being an ice cold drink
Empty or a full drink
Be bold or sink
Who am I kidding, I always got one, like it's a cool thing
What the f*** am I really doing?
Who am I truly fooling?
Why am I always smoking and boozing?
Winning and losing
At times it is or isn't amusing
As death is always looming
Underneath objects in the sky zooming
In space matter devoured by black holes that keep consuming
Regardless of if we once were schoolmates
It's all been a wild goose chase
People still being two faced
Calling others a fruitcake
Let me give ya'll a news break
I'm going to get much more than a few scrapes
While above and below sluice gates
Having a wallet and safe full of bills with a blue face
Still traveling through space
Got rid of the evidence, no need for a suitcase
Those that give and others who take
Coming in rough, obscure or smooth shapes
Close to estates that grew grapes
In order to make
Wine all the time, before it's all too late
Before it's all too late
What's getting accomplished if always you wait?
I'm going to continue to mutate
Getting it done before the due date
Otherwise it all would be a huge waste
They say the virus does not exist. Why?
our leaders politicize its mortality
profiteers make it a minted and crispy business
rumour mongers carry myths of it across the Nile
and the poor are to isolate at home in the safety of hunger and taste!
Too many years of a distrustful polity from our cradle
as always, we heard of billions of a ransom given to the political virus
‘who’ kidnap our collective survival.
We heard from Mrs. Disaster of how billions were expended
on the vulnerable somewhere uncharted.
We heard the golly-governor said he spent billions when he shared
packs of noodles to the hungry as palliatives to survive on five months ago now.
We heard the markets jammed and streaming with viral sweats
of frantic buyers were once fumigated with millions of liquid cash.
We heard the spike in infection cases and deaths suddenly flattened out
after huge private and federal allocations in aids
We heard the country and people are broke and more billions of dollars
are borrowed. But where does the money go to?
We heard the rumours, theories, mythos…!
Majority of the poor and needy only hear but did not see;
for those who have more, more are given and stolen.
Those who have none, even the little they need are denied!
They mutate dead cells of social conscience patting the pauper
to go home and stay safe without a crumb of comfort, hope or bread.
We are tired of this sham of leadership and shame of distrust!
we saw food baskets kept on the threshold of the poor
we saw hungry people lined up for the goodies of charity and state kitchens
we saw the unemployed get insurance and compensation
we saw the government expend social funds and give subventions
we saw the leaders and businesses arouse social trust and hope
not taxes and profits when the people are already famished
we saw the hive of humanity, not the survival of the fittest
we saw a build up of philanthropy
not the building up of many pyramids…during a pandemic.
Nevertheless, these are realities in some other climes
which we are here still dreaming on!
Murderous Sprees...
sinister Population Control, Sans Cosmic Creator?
Maybe,... I shudder to think
up the sleeve and ornate cufflink
of divine maker, a deliberate pitch
to foist *****sapien on brink
viz self destruction,
asper bedlam upon Earth that doth stink
a hellish conspiracy linkedin with tragedy
namely sinister predestined plan to shrink
terrestrial realm usurped by ink
king a pact of devilish destruction, demolition
denunciation, et cetera doth stoke
unslakable thirst of bloody drink
sucked out the flesh o' every body electric
as zombies and vampires quench
fifty plus shades of deep pink
drain liquid of life courtesy of chosen thugs
incognito golem aliens to kill and sink
civilization, until every person extinct
cold comfort (from this Yankee of mortal fate
lifelong resident of Keystone state),
one day extraterrestrials, (whom might
inhabit planet teeming with billions)
will excavate and then curate
a sorry lot of creatures, where bullets did eliminate
an arrogant, haughty, narcissistic...peoples
(a handful of exceptions to the contrary),
whose various tribes never adapted to integrate
sundry superficial differences among themselves
instead chose to allow, enable and provide
(Putin shill) collusion did willingly corroborate
with dopplegangers i.e. "FAKE" guardians
whose real not so impossible mission
to feign friendship, at heart..a pie rate
but sole outlook to eradicate
coercive, self immersive,
passive, et cetera species
and blithely earn blind trust, unwittingly mutate
into their likeness only to trump
pet gentlemen's agreement brittleness did break
as "FAKE" and devastate
democratic and constitutional compact
(utilizing bribery to swindle elite schools
so crazy rich parents could manipulate
levers of prestigious academia) to satiate
egos bragging about brilliant offspring
only to undermine the complex edifice
spoiling promising futures via golden gate
bridge of studious grads,
who exercised sweat o' their pate.
Spoiler Forewarning Alert!
This averred title announced straight
away so lingering fans
(hoop fully letting me abbreviate)
a short cut so ye
can up and evacuate,
while metered time,
not yet foregone and not to late
hence best heed mine caution
which can protect minimum damage,
asper gray matter within pate
or blithely ignore
admonishment, aye accentuate
hmm...okay,...you apparently
decided to forsake adequate
prophecy, resigning despite
honest to dog admission to punctuate
a most unpleasant prediction,
I did woof lee aerate
worst case scenario,
leaving disabling genetic trait
to effect generations,
where legions of lesions adulterate
causing future offspring to mutate
and closely resemble
teenage mutant turtles, this potentate
(albeit self declared
only mein kampf, thee only life,
his existence he can arrogate
he doth officiate),
hence proceed at your own risk,
to avoid unpleasant fate,
visited upon unborn sons and daughters
uttering imprecations
unintelligible expletive laced spate,
that would approximate
(a cross between duck and pig)
incoherently gutturally excoriate
ting tee, thus don't tell me, I didn't
forewarn ya, whar
yar heart might palpitate,
thus causing da ole
ticker to fluctuate
dem eyes of yaws
could severely dilate,
while sweat gushes out every pore
streaming like liquid useless tube video,
a salty sea would then perspirate
out every last drop of fluid,
erupting magmatic plasma
to pool agglomerate
right under keister,
a lovely bag of bones
delivered to Norristown State
which inability to hydrate,
hence resultant mummification
heroic measures futile
thus humane decision would necessitate
and remaining days
on Earth numbered
starting with zero, not very great,
now this extinct reptile
hoop heed dead gratefully,
express message, and clearly articulate.
China laws philosophy…
Evil guts explained for evil moods. Much and more are tyrant wills. Easy bounces are Taiwan ways and wills. Taiwan peoples favored are peace. Muster one and gather all would be Taiwan forces.
Mutate life is times that changes. Solid laws are names that rules. Make our best efforts to build a better state.
Come expository teaching all may calm as laws.
China violent all are leader hearts. Fierce and cruel run the bloody worlds. Poses of Maoism get to lie to Marxism means. Equal laws should previous and pioneers all for china peoples. Powers must to you and toward U.S.D (humble workers).
Speak so stern and means to kill or oppressed some noble hearts that fight against commie by thoughts and speech. All enforced are martial laws are evil wills. So retained the truths our peoples need the rights. Cast our lights are better ways. China ways and laws are strict but wrong.
Literary persecutions all are china tyrant sins. China laws cohere needs are must for human rights.
COHERENTISM ways have cohered principals rater than abrupt china laws. MATERIALISM functions are central nervous. Most of all for peoples feels must be good. That is ways to china peoples. States are for peoples and with peoples and to peoples. Strongest laws should all with rations best to all. Rational psychology needs our views of breadth. Empirical says or rationalism both is rights. Laws and ways are both are forms reformed.
All our worlds may test by senses.
All our laws may call by cohered reasons that good to country peoples that come to best of earth. Natural laws have natural lights. Social treaties all are need abided.
Materialism equates our worlds of things and stuffs.
Who is who as only ideas? What is what as only ways?
However laws and matters all must exists even we are finished.
-----------Cheung Shun Sang=Cauchy3-----------
It is now 'The End Of Days'
Don't look at us, avert your gaze
We four, beyond all time and space
bring judgement to this sorry place
An icy hand, your heart, it grips
Behold 'The Horsemen of the Apocalypse'
So let me introduce to you
the four members of our crew
My name is Death, my horse is pale
You'll plead with me to no avail
As you are judged, so will you pay
No sinner will escape this day
With my scythe I'll reap your soul
for that's my one and only goal
Your punishment you know so well
You will be consigned to hell
My name is Famine, my horse is black
I'm the reason that food you lack
I'll smite your cattle and your goats
and wither all your wheat and oats
I'll dry your rivers and your brooks
as foretold in Revelation's books
I'll blight your fields of golden maize
because this is 'The End Of Days'
I am Pestilence and my horse is white
Unlike Famine it's YOU I'll blight
I'll visit on you plague and disease
Bacteria will bring you to your knees
Bubonic Plague will crack your skin
'gainst my infestations you can't win
And to finally seal your fate
A harmless virus, I'll mutate
And here am I on my blood red horse
My name? Why, it's War, of course
Along with Pestilence and his infections
I bring you war and insurrections
I'm in all the bombs you drop
and like the others I'll not stop
until your world is burnt to ashes
and civilisation around you crashes
So now's the time and here's the place
It's judgement for the human race
Flee in panic, you can't hide
for we are riding out world wide
MY NAME IS SATAN, THIS IS MY TIME
I'M HERE TO PUNISH EVERY CRIME
THESE INCARNATIONS DO MY BIDDING
EARTH, OF ALL SINNERS, I'LL BE RIDDING
GO, YE GOOD SOULS, TO THE "RAPTURE"
THOSE REMAINING I WILL CAPTURE
AND NOW FOR ALL ETERNITY
COME ALL YE SINNERS AND BURN WITH ME
As cave-dweller O man, thou wert crudest,
Ere civilized and a bit social made,
In a painstaking long march to the crest,
Evolving— a seed of creed mutated,
Ye struggled long before brought home baked bread,
As weeds lose out ere mutate in maze
Of labyrinthine lanes darker than dread,
From chaos were created newer ways.
No growth hast grown that would not get modest,
Undeterred, no head hath moved nigh ahead,
All progress in time tends to pause post-haste,
As brightest rainbows fizzle out to fade—
The nature of Nature none can evade,
Nature unfolds in long phase, not in days,
To vales turn top peaks that were once jaded,
Creation as comes in chaotic ways.
In eons human hope kissed vales and crest,
Surviving in cosmic womb, never dead,
Suffering birth pain quite un-manifest,
Remember, yon of that tall mountain head
Lies your fond dream. Do walk on, go ahead,
Not just on peaks, hope lives in vales, at base,
In journey too to enjoy, never dread,
A way forward comes from chaotic ways.
Envoi
Keep climbing, if hope be the only aid,
Inhale hope in every breath, don’t just gaze,
At rope’s end, O hang on by just hope-led,
For, from chaos are built morrow’s fairways.
____________________________________
Musings | 03.02.2011 | Hope
Poet’s note: Heart, it seems, lives on the edge of hope. The brooding head hesitates, delves into new depths, meanders, groping for a way out. Seeing the way much of the world is moving today, one tends to indulge in melancholic thoughts. Has man lost all hopes? I don't know but hope, it’s not so. Civilization, I suspect, is an inverted bell-shaped curve. Things get worse before they get better. Read also my ‘Hope: A bird wordless that sings', a ballade.
I pondered what I could write of
As I looked around this world,
For everywhere I looked I saw
Wrong things get done by man.
Big banks…like men… display their greeds,
And polluters still pollute,
Police brutality still shows
On streets we all walk on.
And murderers keep taking lives,
Be it women, children, men
And guns appear where guns are not
Even supposed to be.
Racism should be in the next
Olympics, wherever run,
So it can be defeated too…
Never be known again.
Covid-19 is just the start
Of diseases yet to come
That will affect our animals
And fruits that grow on trees.
And if we let Covid mutate,
Could it get in oceans’ fish…
Get in our waters… even in
The waters that we drink?
Our plastic bottles we throw out
Get dumped into our oceans,
As plastic fibers from washed clothes,
So very tiny threads.
Oh, my, the things that we observe
When we in truth look to see,
Without sunglasses in daylight
Or by a silver moon.
We love our earth, or so we say,
But, Earth knows well what we do
To it and all that makes it up
As we live life each day.
The wrongs and sins that all men do,
Run wildly through them daily,
Like emmets running “round” their nests
All work and little play.
From kings and queens, on to the pope,
Factory owners belching smokes,
Jet pilots, sailors, car drivers,
We all must bear some blame
For pollutions that we all put
Into the earth every day…
And mother earth will one day shout
Out loud… “enough ‘s enough”.
America for long time now
Has changed its “In God We Trust”…
To “In Us We Trust”, fallen down…
Can’t lift itself back up!
W.C.Hull © 2020-8-6-H1448-2558-I52-K52-26
Dear Son,
As you read this letter
I believe you are fully fledged
And perhaps you have already selected
A straight soulmate among your flying flock
I know my absence's had your heart brimming with rage
May your rage wither as you turn over the pages
That have witnessed your life stages
And tirelessly waited for you for ages
Here is my invaluable advice:
To be a champion
You must become a chameleon
To adapt to this inconsistent world
To be a loser
You must turn a blind eye
To your own weaknesses that make you so
To achieve some goals
You must turn into a rifle
To reach the ever-shifting distant targets
To win a marathon
You have to take baby steps
Then overwhelm your limitations
To be successful
You must learn from FAILURE
What success will never teach you
To be an influential leader
You must be a loyal follower
And become the change you wish to see
To be a good father
A son has to find in his father
The true meaning of love and affection
To be genius
Is to perpetually practice with strong will
To thoroughly master a skill
To be educated
You need no university credentials
But knowledge to be put to use
To be rich,
The Richest Man in Babylon said,
"Learn to live upon less than your earnings"
To be wealthy,
The Stoics say,
"You must learn to limit your desires!"
To take control of your time
Brush off the 24-hour illusion
Make use of the guaranteed 'NOW'
To better understand life
Never seek its sacred meaning farther
Than in the preordained death
To master this letter
I beg you, my dear son,
Mutate into a parrot and thank me later
Your loving Dad,
Clement Ahmed Chipande
(My poem is done in Mixed Rhyme which is a form created right here on PoetrySoup by our fellow poet, Ernesto Santiago.)
Things will get worse!
Year after year, of course.
Spend some time planning survival,
don't be blind, don't live in denial.
This message is for the Milliennials,
the one's who were left behind,
the ones who lost parents and grandparents,
but you have survived, it's just not your time.
You bore the weight of the world,
carried the existence of mankind,
raised children you did not bare,
taught them to be loving and kind.
Teach them also to be smart!
Please, learn from our mistakes,
cherish and respect the Earth.
There is so much in nature
that strikes back at destruction.
Mankind aware, or unaware.
Viruses mutate. It's not a fantastical thought.
The Bird Flu, the Swine Flu, SARS and MERS,
and yes, death is what they brought.
Same virus, growing stronger year after year,
mutating over and over, now COVID-19 is here.
It's half life is more than three hours
when expelled in aerosol form,
not the larger droplets, which are here today, deadly,
but tomorrow may be gone.
Next year it may return airborne.
Please, listen to our sorrow,
if you want to call it that.
One after another the virus takes us,
yet we are grateful for your tomorrows.
We have had many years to prepare,
on our journey back to God.
Knowing your lives will be spared
is the only consolation this virus brought.
It's hard for hearts to heal after such massive loss,
and getting through the grief can be rough,
but we left without complaint because we love you,
let that be enough...
to heal your broken hearts.