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Gutless gaffer, grinning gamely, gulled the gullible millions to the polls,
Oozing oily orations of orphanhood “I once walked barefoot, no shoes.”
On crowded corners we conceded, cringing at his crooked crew.
Disillusioned, we drift and drudge, desperate for deliverance from this dull dominion.
Lackluster leader, limp and lifeless, laced with looming lunacy.
Unsteady skipper steers the ship, silenced by shameless syndicate of plunder.
Circles of sorrow, suffering, and slow suffocation the sorry saga of a shallow sovereign.
Embezzlers erupt in ecstasy, excavating endless holes for highway robbery.
Bandits in bespoke suits, besmirching the bench with brazen brigandage.
Egregious evader, cringing coward, cried at cannon fire: “I am no lion.”
Laggard lumbering loon left lethal lunatics lounging at our doorsteps.
Encumbrances engineered by erratic clan erode every ember of love for motherland.
Damp duchess, dull and domineering, dripping with indecent diction,
Audacious accessory, always attached, avidly airlifting assets abroad.
Merriment masked as mission, mischief marketed as maternal duty.
Edgy encumbrance, endlessly entwined in their eager, empty alliance.
Punk pretender, pilfering public purse into private palaces.
Adventurous appetite for aimless globe-trotting gallivanting.
Twitchy tyrant of trivialities, though never voted into office.
Intoxicated by improbable luck, insulting the nation with incessant idiocy.
Euphemistic escapades, erratic entertainment, embarrassing every educated eye.
National nightmare nursed by notorious nincompoops.
Crude crudities casually cast “My fellow widows” to court cheap chuckles.
Encomiums of empty praise turned putrid: “Power” the perfect pipeline for plunder.
Jokers jumped with jittery joy, jostling jealously for juicy thrones.
Onslaught of terror from Boko Haram banished blessed sleep from battered brethren.
Numbed nation nodded “No” to hasty handover, hoodwinked by the horde.
Alas, the audacious fraud, the rapacious rogue, rules ruthlessly over us.
Tyranny thinly disguised in doctoral drapes creek scholar sans scholarship.
Higgledy-piggledy havoc, a hideous hoax hailed as democracy.
Amid the ashes of a fractured federation,
Nigerian overlords observed the obscene spectacle, secure in stolen silence,
While helpless citizens crumbled and cried.
To the invisible masters of the universe
Those shadowy investors who controlled the government
The military, the media, culture, and society.
There were many things
That did not make sense anymore
That should be jettisoned.
To make way for the new emerging world
A world in which the new AI overlords
would gradually take over
And humanity will be taken care of
But the human committee would remain in charge.
the committee that did not exist
The new COSMOS Super AI
To rank order things that could be done away with.
Cosmos gave the committee the list
Among them were the quaint custom of Groundhog Day
Groundhog Day just did not make any sense
How could a lowly groundhog
seeing its shadow foretell the weather?
And why did people make such a big deal
Of this poor little creature
Who had to be poked awake
Every February 2nd to make his stupid forecast?
the word went out
Groundhog Day would no longer
Be observed, broadcasted
Or even mentioned anymore.
But the legend of Groundhog Day
Continued underground for centuries
Became symbols of resistance
To the COSMOS AI overlord
And the committee that did not exist.
The phrase long lives the groundhog
Became a rallying point
For the resistance movement.
When I was a young lad
I was a boy scout
We went once a month
On a camping trip
With our father
Coming along.
Once we went
On a camping trip
Along Stinson beach
In Marin County.
We had a campfire
On the beach
A real bonfire
Welcomed
In the chilly night air
Fond memories
Of being a boy scout
50 years later.
I am proud
That I was a boy scout
In some quarters
In the hyper-liberal bay area,
Of the late 60s and 70s
Boy scouts were denounced
As being nothing
But training camps
For the fascist overlords
Of the universe.
But I disagree
And am glad
I was a boy scout.
Always regrated
Never becoming
An eagle scouts.
If you ask our NewsMax, America One fueled, republican congressmen
who won the last presidential election - they’ll pretend that they don’t know.
But hey, these are the guys, the “honest brokers” we can trust, to figure out UFOs.
These republicans disavow Trump’s clear treason. If they refuse to follow those clues,
like video captured by the guilty themselves - how can their UFO “hearings” fail to amuse?
It’s a shrewd political distraction, a republican red-herring, to put vague “aliens” in the news
just when Trump's lawyers are figuring out which prison facility he should choose.
In this circus of misinformation, we’re offered unproven decades of government collusion,
heck, we even have that RFK.jr nut insisting that the alien saucers are full of jews.
Of course, the aliens must be from distant galaxies - in their new breed of flying saucers -
why else would they be turning down so many lucrative showbiz offers?
Will it turn out that the cute, little, ET-guys are here conducting interstellar analysis?
Stay tuned. Have the aliens come to eat us - should we be frozen in fearful paralysis?
Or will our republican overlords, so busy removing our freedoms, decide it’s time to save us?
There’s no long proven, scientific fact that the newer, dumber, Republicans haven’t disputed,
maybe the UFOs were sent back from the future, their mission: study primitive human stupid.
classical music prompt Beethoven fifth opening
the fate of the world
looms ahead of us
and we have a choice
to make
all of us
must decide
will we follow
the fate
of ancient Rome
surrendering our freedoms
and becoming an autocratic empire
ruled by emperors
will we become
like Germany
letting the madness
of fascism overwhelm us
will there be a final solution
to the problems
poised by the coming
transformation of America
as white America
becomes brown America
will muslims be rounded up
and killed
as ethnic cleansing
in the name of Christian freedom
sweeps across the land
will the evil AI robot
overlords
launch robot wars
to extermine mankind
will we choose
to confront
the pending climate change
rebooting our society
and economy
with a green new deal
putting people first
will the 1 percent
even let us try
or our we doomed
to end our lives
in a dystopian nightmare
I listen to the music
of Beethoven
and find comfort
as he confronts
the fate of the world
proving that human spirit
will overcome
in the end
filled with love
and I am saved
and my optimism returns
(tongue-in-cheek humor)
I understand there is a lawsuit, doc # 666, Neptune vs. Jersey. Apparently, windmills being put in the ocean off the Jersey coast was all done without consultation and approval by the Sea Council – who clam (ocean slang for claim) guardians of the sea coast, Loan Sharks, were paid by politicians to keep usually open mouths shut, and therefore the project went forward without public digest (a form of shoreline debate). Salacia, Poseidon, Neptune, and other overlords have their fins in a tizzy, equally upset about gender changing surgery being suggested to school fish pupils by gender fluid teachers also causing quite an uproar within the shallows and depths – stay tuned to the Splashy, your Prime Time Ocean News Network. This is written tongue-in-cheek, and any resemblance to real people or places is accidental and unintended. No truth in any of this to my knowledge.
Full of hope
Leaving for life
Set sail on the ocean
As husband and wife
The kids appeared
The rein tightened
Protecting the young 'uns
From all our fightin'
Left again for protection
A shelter full of strangers
Walking the path together
Surviving only dangers
Losing this, giving that
Never a straight line of rest
Every single moment
Seems to be another test
I got out my sieve
And I could finally see the thread
A system based on borrowing
From the master humanity dreads
The overlords use our suffering
To build the benefits of blood
They get name, fame, wealth
While we sink in red clay mud
Once I found strength to rise
I stood in the face of all my fears
And rather than reject and disown
I brought them near, so I could finally clear
...the bloodline thread
Written by Trudy Schrader on 04-04-2026
Degradation of the soul is my lifeline. Burning flames suck out the sublime traits, of overlords stretching to take their turn in front of the lingering hatred of conformity. Your pitying powers of guilt spread over my skin, smother my well-being in sensations of over-bearing heat, lick at the open wound of my heart, as they spit the bitter taste of your fears all around. A creeping shadow forms around these bitter feelings, acts as my blanket to cover me in the warmth of their recognition, to re-energise the chemicals rushing towards their neutered end, speeding so fast they race through the kaleidoscope of my dreams. Slipping through under the cover of hollow emotions, I allow their desires to take the place of society’s army; I allow them to ride over the top of any control cells, letting chaos rain, reign over my tethered passions, the temerity of my hopes and any other sullied temptations of my heart, my soul, my whole existence. This blackening shadow, this over-riding wholeness of insanity, this enlightening feeling of impossible emotions destroys the comfort of nothingness which bears no ill health, kills all that’s near or dear and seeks company neither desired nor recognised. The banality causes the body to spread as the mind shrinks, causes the dumbing down of thoughts as ideology all but disappears, traps my silent thoughts in a veil of happiness that is neither permanent nor of any consequence, resulting in love that is dead from the waist up. This comfort, this conformity, this emptiness is not mine. I reject these and any other offering from the trough of this anaesthetised gene pool. I reject these temptations, these sterile gifts for the conquering feeling of chaos, for the feeling of an unrecognised and unchartered future, for the uncertainty of the mind, for this love of life – pleasure and pain.
Block by block it starts to rise, Great Wall of China begins,
A barrier to stem the horde, marauding Mongolians,
Must be bigger and better, than ever attempted before,
Also should be breathtaking, far into the clouds will soar.
Where on earth do we start, going be thousands of miles long,
Everywhere at once, of course, otherwise it’d all go wrong,
Need to find lot’s of workers, ten million on the ground,
This is China, unlimited manpower, labour forces abound.
Build a wall upon mountain ridges, never been tried before,
Yeah it’s a pickle ok, most shall die, replaced by millions more,
Emperor decrees, “Thy Will Be Done” no matter what it takes,
Nothing can impede our way, even the country’s deepest lakes.
So onwards and upwards it goes, for better or maybe worse,
Now he demands a road atop, for soldiers to ride their horse,
Crowning glory, the beacon towers, seen from all around,
These almighty fires, warn our armies, from hilltops to town.
Like most things in life, comes with a double edged sword,
So ulterior motive triumphs, for planners and overlords,
Even back then, a master stroke, laughs Dynasty of the Ming,
By keeping invaders out, our slaves imprison themselves within.
Best N-A poem of 2020 Poetry Contest
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Brian Strand 12/3/2020 12:00:00 AM 11/5/2020 1:08
Sorry, no graceful way to say his....
Your friends and family under green grass lie.
Body filled with odious pride, the hand of death shall pass you by?
As self inflicted hideouts lie.
No adoring prince, family nor money can save you.
Not even your adoring pet can stop death in its tracks,
That Reaper wants your back,
He deals you the final smack.
The younger ones with vigor, without a a pain run to the beach!
And stare at you in piteous, disgusting wonder.
Not knowing death takes even the younger.
Tearing family souls asunder.
This is not the kind of poem, to be popular here!
I care not for endless laughers and frivolity.
Raise the souls high, not in lowlife joviality,
Before death gets the best of me.
The angst true patriots experience.
America in a state of idiotice somnanabulance!
Doing the Wuhan death dance.
While governent overlords give you a death vaccine and you prance?
6/20/2021