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Their raising that black flag as everyone looks in horror
As the Iraqi defenses sag they burst on through the door
And the ghastly sights we see and how shocked we are
Saying this shouldn't be, no one should ever go that far
Sometimes 25 are killed in a day as America cringes
And the words people say for their own heart it singes
Then they vote pro-choice and they don't even realize
The silencing of any voice is the same where satan lies
But America kills far more as to God they also overruled
If it's killing the unborn you're for, you have been fooled
The Creator has no distinction each Created in His Name
However in what you have done carries a lot more shame
Ironic in the land of the free 3,000 unborn a day are slain
Over there what you see is the same as what you engrain
But we dispose of our dead, a slurry of 3,000 unborn a day
So whatever you have said, of yourself you must also say
Siege warfare (trumpeting)
average joe biden his time
linkedin with aberrant behavior
transpires within me mind,
(not just today December 5th, 2020,
but everyday/365)
warrants depleting stockpile arsenal
constituting exhausting mental health
uprooting deep seated repellent pesky
daunting lost cause.
Overruled by irrational thoughts,
I feebly muster a lame duck
half quacked comeback
(think home team cheering at pep rally)
against analogous figurative agents provocateur
said nemesis bore down hard
upon sense and sense abilities
mine psyche undergoing
blistering, hectoring withering, et cetera
courtesy ghost of Emily Brontë
mailer daemons flitting to and fro,
hither and yon within wuthering heights.
Another necessity Emma gin)
awoke prided prejudice
to confront head on
beastie boy foo fighting (Irish,
no matter genealogy regarding
yours truly Eastern European)
mine talking head housing
private insane asylum.
Incomprehensible thought processes
chronically spin out of control
dictate mandate NOT to wash hair
until at least one week passage of time,
(an arbitrarily chosen number
i.e. seven days convenient block)
even if appearance looks unkempt, slovenly
grungy, et cetera as nirvana seeking guy.
Thus, I readily admit self held hostage,
whereby loopy thought provoking patterns
hopelessly, grimly, futilely find me surrendering
NEVER eradicating down battened ramparts
neurotic, lunatic approved, idiotic
mind mental chattering
babbling jabbering gibberish
housing concocted village people
dead set against shampooing oily locks.
Quite a tussle (think metaphorical hair pulling)
ensues within me scrambled noggin,
whereby pathetic psychotic pummeling
win knows scrimmage
scoring touchdown amidst
teaming muted brouhaha
allowing, enabling, and providing
harmlessly insane nettlesome
pesky skewed notions
ridiculous leeway to predominate
until yours truly USDA
qualified, hashtagged, certified...
as grateful dead among human league.
Facebook flight, a messenger pigeon
Each Pageant shuffles pretty women
Most admired tiara sparkle temporal
Sash off strategic take trick terminal
No need to tweet esteem over media
Stern sensei recites reprimand, sepia
Cyber courier delaying defeat in fury
Gathers fragile artefacts via the jury
Thrown to past season, bent bouquet
Creases curtain backstage, showcase
Effort effected in gloom glows wattage
Wife writes fairytale wedding marriage
Health heralds husband’s regard sole
Seashell static fuzz phases out vitriol
Ocean sunk scroll in bottle, lost title
Cut circuit campaign silences recital
25th January
Objection Overruled
Midst biblical knowledge
Along the verse Psalm 14:1* I acknowledge
Yet in self-exaltation along vested interest’s mileage
I cling to humanistic tenets gained from secular college…
Forgive me, Lord, when I deny You with heart of blasphemous sacrilege.
Midst exposure to awesome miracles
Along ecstatic experience toward victory-pinnacles
Yet in financial constraints around dearth and crises’ cycles
I’m gripped with worries’ angst; shackled by miseries’ manacles…
Forgive me, Lord, when I’m overtaken with mind of skepticism-tentacles.
Midst truth-revelation’s acceptance
Along deception’s circumspect avoidance
Yet in good works and faith-pleasing performance
I fall short due to my doubt’s endurance and trust’s reluctance…
Forgive me, Lord, for being overruled by rebellious will filled with arrogance.
Midst radiance of goodness’ glow
Along wisdom’s guidance to follow
Yet in clear warnings against spiritual low
I ignore admonitions, rebukes and reprimands’ blow…
Forgive me, Lord, for showing folly that forsakes grace-flow.
*Psalm 14:1 “The fool hath said in his heart, There is no God…”
November 28, 2018
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?I sat before a jury I could not see,
?Yet I felt their eyes — cold, unblinking — pierce through me.
?No one told me the charges I faced,
?But deep within, I knew each one by name.
?
?My thoughts were called as witnesses,
?And they did not lie —
?Each memory spoke with vivid clarity,
?Reciting every failure I tried to bury.
?
?I objected to the pain —
?But the judge in my mind overruled me.
?My silence was mistaken for guilt.
?My reasons, twisted into excuses.
?
?I tried to plead — to explain the scars,
?But they asked why I never tried sooner.
?Why I let the days drown me without protest.
?Why I waited until now to speak.
?
?I said I was afraid.
?They called it weakness.
?I said I was tired.
?They said I had time.
?
?I said I didn’t know how.
?They said I never asked.
?I said I was doing my best.
?They asked, “Was it enough?”
?
?I cried,
?And they called it performance.
?I laughed,
?And they called it madness.
?
?I stood still,
?And they asked if I had given up.
?I fought back tears,
?And they accused me of hiding truth.
?
?Every word became a weapon.
?Every pause, an admission.
?Every breath, an echo of shame.
?
?I turned to the judge —
?Only to find it was me all along.
?
?The trial ended.
?The sentence:
?Live with the weight of your own verdict.
?
?And as the gavel of thought struck final,
?I whispered a prayer —
?Not for freedom…
?But for peace.
?
A powerhouse of gregarious silliness
for our delight and entertainment
Chuck Barris weekly orchestrates
his national amateur talent show
comprised of bizarre exploits
none of your conventional class acts
unique offbeat eccentric spectacles
for the questionable and less discerning palate
guaranteed a few good laughs peppered by
resounding sounds of the gong ong ong
Walks in brown bag over head
the unknown comic snickering
unloading sarcasm by the truckload
taunting daring wingnuts on standby
Chuck invites lineups of hopeful contestants
out to show off their disputable skills and talents
performers dubious absurd and outlandish
come for their five minutes of fame and glory
most delusional hoping not to hear reverberate
resounding sounds of the gong ong ong
Comes singer Boxcar Willie followed by
Gene Gene the Dancing Machine
the anticipation at an all time high
it’s a circus invasion on our tv
flaunting their wares publicly on air
exhibitions with guts and little pride
worst acts of the week preposterous
scores on scale 0 to 10 overruled
contributing to the silliness of our youth
the resounding sounds of the gong ong ong
Published in my 24-page photo/anthology ~RANDOM MUSINGS VOL.2~ 2020
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
Submitted on August 27, 2020 for contest LIVING IT UP FOR LAUGHTER sponsored by CHANTELLE ANNE COOKE - RANKED 2ND
My now never like before
My then for my today
As perceived if I recall
Yet of words that never seem to say
Having had dreams set
Means awakening to never see
Achievements never met
Of life given age to only be
And am only to take it as it come
Am I honestly in control of things?
With the flow of nature to have undone
Of truth learnt... a never to seem
To believe to be fooled
Reasons for someone becoming someone else
Forever be shall life be overruled
For life to live isn’t only for heavens, but hell
Am I now unlike before?
My once for my today
As deceived... I am as i recall
My tomorrow for words to say
Law Office to Courthouse
Life verses Death
Fortune wealth involved
A Murder into who committed
Investigation into why
Reason having a mission
Perry Mason, Attorney at Law defending the client in what he expects
His documentation will be presented in court
Prosecutor and Mason fight in brief fought
The Prosecutor will think otherwise
Mr. Mason intends to energize
His client, Jen Davis, who is married to a billionaire being her husband, Javier Davis
Mr. Davis had been unfaithful during the marriage, and has been cheating with a mistress, Diane Solomon, a Dancer at a Strip Club
Without the warning nor suspicion, Mr. Davis was murdered
The murderer left swiftly, but Mr. Mason and his team are bound to find evidence full of clues
Was it rivalry of Mr. Davis wife or someone else?
Perry Mason and his team are definitely going to find out
Court room session
JUDGE HONOR sits
The Jury in attendance
The trial becomes
As details in the proceedings are represented in the murder case, witnesses upon witnesses testify in taking the stand
Truth or lies?
Details are getting closer and the murderer is going to be signaled out
Within the court, the session intensifies
Prosecutor draws his conclusion in evidence
Closer to the murderer and why
A strong objection Shout
The Judge Honor announces overruled
The case is about to break
Harold Puzzles takes the stand
He asked questions after questions
Suddenly he crushes into confession that he killed Mr. Davis
The pressure was too great, and the Perry Mason confronted about the crime being that Mr. Puzzles was Mr. Davis business partner for years, but he cut out of Mr. Davis Will, and if he wasn’t getting the fortune no one will
Case solved
All suspicion was on Mr. Davis wife and mistress
But someone else was involved in the murder
Mr. Puzzles was the outcome with no one suspecting
At least not until Perry Mason went deeper into the investigation
Perry Mason minute
Pieces started coming together
Perry Mason brief.
Before the whirlwind steam blurred into scoping.
Before scarcely the morning smooth gathering.
We were nervous until trustworthiness was revealed.
Amidst the adjunct's misfortune by blaze wield.
They were heedless to our flaws due to their sway.
As we overruled, inquiries impeded our headway.
I stumble over my own words and test the unattainable.
As poise trills its harsh orchestra, thoughts assemble.
The dissimilar sounds in my mind lead to stridency.
If you reckon you betray a lost soul, ply reason and equity.
As yet, my self-image fails to ensure the ideal outcome.
Stilled flows of awareness hunt for virtue placed some.
We are denied scopes that divulge a sheer rowdiness.
Promptly, when sympathy had yielded to wickedness!
And tastefulness was drawn alike a native tidal lagoon.
Sewn into the night's feeling by the beams of the moon
Since there were no stars, the sun rose at daybreak.
By relaying us, one current view of the world is kept awake.
Concerns aspire to hindrance in my road to harmony.
They fulfill their own drab ease same as a sore sensory.
Propel me down crooked streets to state my center.
I drop affection, and mindfulness covets a novice juggler.
A feeble aerobatic master beneath the kermis hogan.
An inbred urge for free fall spoils our views become on.
Outright deafness and spectacular quietness.
Patently complete, and communicate weakness.
We were herded because of our abstract language.
We strolled around valleys of the broken scrimmage.
Hued localities to us that display customary right.
We were observing the hue, and the slope didn't light.
Paradoxes and dipole oddity shuffle the process.
Stains and optic tricks are proved by farsightedness.
The moon hunts light-based bliss, yet tracts escape way.
Moral plights rally above my eyes, atman, and soul ray.
For a barred period, I'm sprung that shrouds are no withal.
The way to an Irreconcilable codicil is straightforward tall.
First place contest winner
Written:February 14, 2022
This or That, Vol 10 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Edward Ibeh
You smile to disguise your fear;
but a smile can't hide your pain.
And yet it conceals a tear,
that's just too hard to explain.
You entertain worlds of lies;
like a clown, in painted-face.
And wiping tears from your eyes,
shame ensures you leave no trace.
Keeping the hurt locked within,
you avoid awkward goodbyes.
And face the world with a grin,
stifling emotional cries.
Depression denotes defeat,
as you abandon your dream.
And when happy thoughts retreat,
anxieties get extreme.
Pride is nowhere to be found,
overruled by fruitless flings.
And hope is hopelessly bound,
in a puppet's tangled strings.