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You are a soligaster of the highest order, held in pristine favor by your court. A wordsmith after Satan’s own heart.
Champion of Doublespeak, a demonstrative firebrand with a MAGA-phone. An artful dodger, complete with chaotic DOGE.
Delusions more grandiose than Bonaparte, crowned King of Deception you be a celebrated charlatan who follies in the scam.
Hats off to the Misleader of the Free World, ‘Trumping’ reality in monolith farce filled fallacies, fabulously flaunting fake.
Protagonists of propaganda. Promoter of pandemonium. You thrive in ‘Mythomania’ unraveling truths with charismatic flare.
Purveyor of provocation.
Pestilence peddling Prince of Calamity. May you find solace amongst the shameless.
the crowd dispersed in floods of tears
disappointed that the spectacle was over
when madness resolved and sanity became restored
the clown’s persona now unmasked
make up made down for a grimace
a silent scream half aborted in the arena
masqueraded agony exchanged for a smirk
at last the lions would not have to
jump through hoops of unhinged fire
snakes now willing to shed burnt skin
participated in naked laughter and joy
the stupid August survived the fall
as he explored the autumn of life
squashed a bit at first when he
caught a trapeze artist who missed the net
and disentangled the remains of the capture
dazzled a skimpy dressed con artist
removed daggers from her torso
careful not to impale herself in the process
of self-targeted remorse as poniards denuded the truth
diabolo’s juggling halted in mid-air
alluding to the illusion of impermanent time
but even that would not pacify the spectators
who felt dispossessed by their diabolical fare
elephants trumpeted a final crescendo
when the bears chased the circus director
into submission pleading for mercy and regret
but the fleas feasted on his disingenuous stutter
outside the tent Tarot card readers
indulged in hellish merriment
proclaimed the end of the world
testified to the power of Satan
as the fool revealed himself
for he had always been a wise jester
when kids cried for ice cream and candy cotton
wool fell from the eyes of their carers and
salted caramel and strawberry flavours
melted in the bright sunshine of liberation
the show is not over until the lady bird sings
black on red polka dots cherished their wings
spanning the end of imprisoning entertainment
dismayed and heavy-hearted the rabble
roused from mischief imposed
admitted defeat from pandemonium
and had to find their own meaning of living
Mosque cowed covenant I keep Putin off...
and withheld broadcasting
the following communication
tucked away these many years,
when president number forty five
donned, jump/kick started, and tweeted
thru his musky, albeit flabby mantle,
a rallying cry forewarning onset of Mag(m)a
bubbling, gurgling, lobbing, and spewing lava
against backdrop of his trumpeting vitriolic
political preservation, salvation,
and veneration, though with hold
ding temptation tomb mike -
(make) pence sieve lee clear,
the immoral majority mold
toot hoods, (those bajillion
Americans unanimously polled)
did want me to broadcast, communicate,
and declare, sans incendiary fold
drawl (folderol) feigning migrant accent,
(no matter I'm getting older than Methuselah),
nonetheless Ivana trumpet from Taj Mahal
straight to Mar-A-Lago) all told,
plus thank Republicans
(past or present), who extolled,
an invisible grandiose fire walled
barricade (donning, enclosing,
and fortifying) against Carl mauled
din lookalike hackers,
despite one sporting "FAKE"
hook nosed, hunchbacked
adorned, donned with (Turin) shawled,
shrouded, and disguised vagrant, indigent,
double chinned agent - bald
(except for being bewigged),
viz flowing locks of "FAKE" gold
in toe with Amazon heavily funded
unbridled trailing retinue
chanting appellation Matthew
Scott Harris alias Oswald),
no matter said faux
renegade twittering lobbyists
to flock (like lemmings) within his fold,
and will laughably petrify
any vigilantes dead cold,
what with his bugs
bunny eyed (What's up Doc)
intent reader rabbit stare,
that doth playfully scold
any Bare Ladies scantily
linkedin, NOT nsync
with netiquette politesse mold
gobbledygook communication, (asper
my pork chopped message
higglety pigglety divulged)
obeying tacit gold
din rule to hoodwink public, nonetheless
lemme exemplify, how I plan to hold
world web electronically hostage
by secret Ransomware sold,
thru dark wide whirled web
cryptocurrency bitcoin blockchain trolled
under auspices, sans
omnipotent NON GMO
gluten free CRISPR rolled
oat sized INTEL nanobots,
no bigger than mold
spores heavily monitoring
meant to fortify electronic threads
woven into a virtual tapestry
likened to Dickensian chain e-mail
intent to foment pandemonium
at expense to captcha totalitarianism,
whereby democracy imperiled.
A very good morning to all my fans,
My uplighters, my blossom,
an add on to my faithful viewers
amongst my midst
in a pandemonium world:
While the bush fire continues out west
in Brooklyn streets, we still wish for mango trees,
Instead of the many visible dumpsters,
Our Netflix, our prime videos,
Our, You Tubes channel streaming, while
Some represent modern times, the others have just
The right touches for one’s loneliness in lockdown towns,
In all of our troubled days of depression,
*The vast new reports of shunning, is uprising my fans*
How the world copes with madness, and death
Per day, as the world spin faster, and faster,
To a never-ending dilemma,
But somehow, the richest demand more gold,
While the low renter, begs the government for help..
*The roses and the lilies talk of art and also of love.**
At the summit conferences what really do they talk about?
Under the various mask faces?
A very good morning to all my fans,
My uplighters, my blossom, a add on to my
Faithful viewers amongst my midst
in a pandemonium world:
This is not poetry, only observations my friends.
They asked me, “Why do you love her?”
As if love could be taken apart and neatly categorized,
Like items on a shopping list.
They wanted me to speak on your eyes,
The way they draw me in and keep me lost.
They wanted me to speak on your smile,
The very smile that I would kill to see.
They wanted me to speak on your voice,
The sound that quiets the pandemonium within my head.
But the truth is, I never needed a reason to love you.
It’s simply a part of me,
Etched into my skin the day I was born.
From my eyes, love isn’t about reasons or checkboxes.
It isn’t about slotting perfectly into some predefined notion.
I don’t love you because you are beautiful.
I don’t love you because you are intelligent.
I don’t love you for what you give me or how you make me feel.
I love you because you awaken something within me.
With you, I don’t just exist, I thrive.
My world isn’t dead flowers and rain clouds anymore.
It’s perfect roses and daffodils.
It’s sunlight that shines peaceful rays down on my skin.
And that’s why I love you.
In a mall that could only be described as a circus of chaos, Penney and Gus found themselves in an absurd game of cat and mouse. The air buzzed with a mixture of excitement and anxiety—it was just another day at Mallville, where the ordinary became extraordinary, and every moment held the potential to be either hilarious or downright dangerous.
Penney eyed the bright signs that advertised "Escape Rooms: The Ultimate Adventure!" The fluorescent colors felt oddly welcoming amidst the pandemonium that was unfolding before her. She couldn't help but smile at the absurdity of it all. Who would've thought that the mall's Easter Bunny would become an unwitting ally in their escapade?
“I never thought I’d be saved by a giant rabbit,” she murmured to herself as they ducked behind a row of chic retail displays, barely avoiding Michael’s frantic gaze.
“Look! It’s a bunny!” Gus exclaimed, his eyes shining with an idea. “If we can trick Michael into thinking that bunny is the true prize to chase after—or maybe even a secret agent—we might just have our distraction.”
Penney nodded, catching a glimpse of the furry creature adjusting his oversized glasses and attempting to regain composure after the chaotic encounter with Michael. The bunny, apparently, was more than just a seasonal mascot; he looked sharp and surprisingly agile.
As Penney and Gus strategized, Michael was already on his feet, brushing away faux grass and chocolate-covered Easter eggs from his attire. His nose still dripped crimson, but his focus remained unwavering. “I will find you, Penney! You can't hide forever!” he yelled, the intensity in his voice suggesting he was ready to unleash chaos on anyone who got in his way.
Gus noticed a group of teenagers nearby giggling as they filmed the unfolding drama for social media, creating a modern archive of what could easily be titled “Mall Madness.” They seemed oblivious to the seriousness of the situation—distraction was their specialty after all.
“Hey, you!” Gus called out, pointing dramatically at the teenagers. “Zany TikTokers! How about a collab? We need an epic stunt for your next viral video!”
Way back before this baby boomer waz astute
countless decades before aye became long in the tooth,
and also prior tomb ma sporting dentures to boot
fond memories rush more than so far back
envisioning illusory wind blown steppes
(wait...this visage belongs to thine
long since deceased maternal grandfather
hub hill eave didst hail from Kiev,
or some place thereabouts) within the mind
of this prevaricating aging
"FAKE" barnstorming ole coot
preserved records (those times b'fore cds or dvds)
and now rewinds tape when family of origin
celebrated Xmas secular Harris
house style rendition of Magic Flute,
though genealogy steeped in Judaism
recollections abound of boyhood mirth
devoid of rubric asper orthodox and/or reformed
Judeo-Christian religion,
which essentially means,
I did not give or take a hoot
nonetheless cherish fond memories,
when ma late mum
relished making a hoo ha,
and got tickled and pickled pink
rousing a hullabaloo wrapping presents
and jamming three knee high stockings
with healthy goodies such as fruit
cuz, as a devotee of Carleton Fredericks,
she frowned on giving out sweets
particularly to three children she begat,
and iced hill easily recall her poker faced
feigning complete ignorance and surprise
sheep played “dumb” as did father
convincingly not giving a hoot
puzzled asper neatly wrapped and
stacked gifts under decorated tree
while distorted reflections of stockings
fractal shimmers from metallic gewgaws
in tandem of nostalgic magic
worth mo' than any amount of loot,
perhaps Christmas festivities a flash point,
when some jolly codger (papa)
dressed up, sans Santa Claus suit
and petsmart dogs doubled up as reindeer,
whose canine barking, cavorting, and dashing
haphazardly set them on a direct route
to pandemonium as crashing trimmed tree
cacophony elicited laughter, punctuated
with irrepressible escaped bursts of flatulence
(ah wont mention hoof from)
that emulated a toot.
Besotted winged pollinators
roistering barrage drowned
amidst general insectivorous cacophony
indistinct auditory signals communicated
intermingled with bounteous wafting fragrance
midwifed edenic floral pullulation
sensate admixture viz colored spectrum
amidst unrehearsed extemporaneous
orchestral suite bedded lambs
amorous ewe man like bleating songs
nature all aflutter actively socially vociferating
profuse living color rainbow pastiche
teeming soundgarden smorgasbord
cornucopia ignites mordent Utopian aural swath
visual vistas stilling spellbinding
spilling riotous carpeted web
uniting doubting Thomas's existentialism
despite unanswered queries
asper diverse modalities each specie evolved
to survive despite countervailing destructive forces
generating plethora pandemonium ironically
promulgating harmonic exemplary convergence
Highland Manor concourse aflame with new life
parented by instinctive imprimatur anonymous patents
now genetic mapping usurped with untold outcome
analysis bred crispr discovery Earthlings fiddling
glorifies honied indemnity Judeo-Christian kudos
leaves of grass kudzo resistance mutation immunizes
biosphere once prolific differentiation shrinks
becoming monocultural setting virtual stage
catastrophe plus food shortage would become
global debacle predicated, sans virulent
viral and/or bacterial strain renting asunder
tripwire unspooling delicate webbed whirl
already widely compromised more so
since Rachel Carson wrote Silent Spring
*****sapiens population explosion
pits profligate predilections planet Earth in extremis
dire crisis cavalierly dismissed humans
in hot pursuit racking up superfluous wealth
dirty deeds done dirt cheap - tricking
mother nature, who will unwittingly
spring scrumptious feeding off scrimmage
forcing capitulation or total extinction
meanwhile fostering long tall floral inflorescence
a composite having sessile flowers
apiary abuzz, cuz queen bee
can no longer wax bereft of royal jelly.
Social media
An anti-social medium
Forums of division
Born of indecision
Thorn of confusion
Your mind’s infusion
Creates a delusion
To strengthen illusion
Social media
An Anti-social medium
Numbing out the tedium
Scrolling pandemonium
The darkest addiction
Self-Stockholm infliction
In lust with your sin
Out of love within
Convenience kills
Worship web thrills
Ignoring real life
Defending your strife
You’ll stand between your addiction against anyone who dare speak against it; forsaking all else for your thrills…
By D.N. Read
The mother who loves her baby
more than her own life
Licked the withered baby tenderly
And then, her long weak trunk rest on the baby
Serenely drop-off hot tears for want of liberty
Love is sharper than a diamond edge;
big as the sea, and deeper without end
The lives trapped in a deep abandoned well
Little water left over from the long drought
Is a lucky gift from unlucky fate?
The baby was a tiny innocent scapegoat
Sluggish creature remained calm
Under the hungry belly of weeping mother
That it brings her incredible pain
Determination of the mother
To release from the bondage is awesome
Starved and weak and scarcely fit to crawl,
tried to find a way across the rocky wall
Gravity pulls them back so tightly together
She thought and recalled about wonderful days
“We travelled along leisurely
Over moorlands and forests and plains
with full of vegetation and abundant water valleys
No one interrupted us and any fences and barricades!”
“Freedom is our heritage
Gift of ancestors the pasture lands,
Green forest canopy, clean water holes
And passages through life and many more
For our existence!
Those who invaded our habitat
Charged at us brutally
Oh… my kith and kin vanishing slowly”
She tried not to shedding tears,
Group of people gathered around the top edge of the trap
There was a pandemonium!
Some scolded “you rascal how much our crops destroyed”
While some deep-hearted men and women,
Express grief for their momentous fate in silence
They dropped some thing to eat miserable captives
Still the mother or kid has no idea
About the rescue operation planned for them
That leaves her withered heart burning
“They have shown their prodigious ferocity
They were not warned beforehand
Human beings are beasts that consume
Even the life of an innocent little one!
Listen! The only force stronger than cruelty
is the bond formed among a mother and child!”
J.Weerakkody