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Who is in the room?
Who owns the room?
When the GreenWoke Tribe
evaluate their strategic platform
for conquering RedUnWoke DiaTribes
what politically scientific purpose
and/or psychotherapeutic intent
for healthy inclusive democracy
[and not merely more wealthy
StraightWhiteMale corporate kleptocracy]
may wake up and win/win thrive?
Not so stuck on playing win/lose
monopoly games
preferred by monotheistic
anthrosupremacists,
privileged competitions
for recreating monocultural bullies
and sacrilegious
sanctimonious
green or red politically correct
dogmatic unwoke bosses
Judiciously proclaiming discrete
separate but equally undamaged
deceit
In resonant baritones
repeat unenlightened bass base
repeat disempowering soprano space
repeat replete
unwoken
still broken
repeat...
Who is behind the broom?
When GreenWoke evaluators
reconsider healthy
co-passionately wealthy
sweeping democratic invoked potential
Integrity to grow more
bilaterally healthy
bipartisan support
for woke up wealthy.
Woke
could send out evaluation forms
to every registered UnWoke
and this might explore half our hoped for story
of how empowerment
and enlightenment have grown/groaned
through last year's sentient
yet often somnolent
competitions in stuck down government.
But, growing trust
more than mistrust,
woke truth
more than unwoke half-truths
together show and tell,
as all UnWoke know too well,
bipartisan passions
co-invest tax-payers
and health therapeutic players
preferring to synergetically swell
rather than not tell
quietly fell apart
stuck in competitive squabbling
hell.
Slavery is all over the world
The Filipinos are victims of slavery
We have been slaves by Spaniards
We have been slaves by Japanese
We have been slaves by Americans
Our government are fighting slavery
Poor people, we only have government
What if government is the one oppressing
What happen now, the left leaning
The yellow hardliners, the red loyalist
The Lower House, the Senate are united
In oppression, one in corruption, in united team
Oppressing the people, political persecution
Of Political enemies and peoples of faith
Politician have been blinded by money
Which money of the people, tax payers money
Mainstream media is now fostering fake news
The people are smelling silent dictatorship
The people are feeling silent Martial Law
Drugs, crimes and smuggling are proliferating
My country is going to be an anarchy
My country is going to the dogs
My country is going to the crocs
My people is in quandary right now
God, please intervene the affairs of my country, Philippines.
Around the Hills of Malvern now..Desecration takes place.'
Let me inform all how.' Where Elgars body has rested long
And Tolkien and Lewis did ramble in song.' all of these
Three historical giants, drew breath and inspiration none
Can deny it, seeds of thought in Lewis's mind grew into
Enchanted forests even braille did find it. And shared to
The world by many houses, published gems given to milions of children my imagination it rouses.' Gondor of
Middle earth from these hills Tolkien drew' its white walls
And turrets and hidden gardens shone through.' And Elgar twined the
Sough of its breeze.' The lambence of light in tones to
Please.' To refresh the spirits to inform the ears.' That grace
And beauty are to be played despite dread or fear.' In the face of
Hitler they were rehersed.' Indomitable riposte to wagners
Stuka played curse.' And now the enemy in different form
Under the cloak of green climate' snorts and paws cash
From rate payers is being put to miss-use..Same old trope
Of miss-infomation is now in use a commitie starved down
From twenty eight to six.!! Consolidating power the usual
Tricks.' Now two hundred new houses have been allowed
Concrete scars will be in situ where once fields were plowed.' Sacrilige plain in your face, ok'd by cronies yet
There is video trace.' I raise my eyes to Malverns hills I
Raise my pen, would it had quill.' I would despatch it to pierce the evil soul, of this cold committe let it be told.'
May litratures warriors get to the fire.' Email Malvern council the 'need is sore' let them know of the poets ire the
Revenge merits to be meted.' Justice must be requited.'
Marco Rubio
reminds
marchers against automated gun violence,
their pilgrimage views
oppose
what many TrueBlue Americans
support
as Second Amendment Rights.
Why hide
your own NRA Red supported agenda
You cannot politically
and economically afford
to be found
in this wrong?
So let's explore
with colonial ForeFathers
their Original Democratic Health Intent:
How sure are you
they
and their wives
and mothers
grandmothers
and children
would have supported
your right
to have a military-grade assault rifle
in your self-defensive closet
and in those of all your neighbors
and your most feared racist
fascist
rabid
AmericaFirst monocultural
public competition schooled
enemies?
How sure are you
that these students
and their parents
and their grandparents
marching against automated violence
actually oppose
your right to domestic self-defense
as originally intended
by patriots of polycultural democracy
and matriarchs of domestic family health?
Why is it,
do you think,
so many Second Amendment protected Americans
are marching
on and in and toward
state and national and international
cities
to remind you
They too are Americans
with proud and loyal Second Amendment
and First Amendment,
on around through all Amendment
rights to Sacred Unity,
Public and Private Health Welfare,
Left and RightMind and Body Happiness
They too are USA domestic residents
and tax payers
who believe the Second Amendment
is not whatever and however the NRA
competitively
and toxically define
and refine
and exegete it
So much as
whatever and however Original Health-Intending Democrats
cooperatively refine
and systematically define
domestic self-with-other defense
of WinWin
freedom from assault repression,
terrorizing depression,
racist and sexist suppression
Freedom for MotherEarth
wise economic
and political expression.
Julia lived in the Canadian mountains
divorced with two girls four and eight
struggling for work to make ends meet
keeping up mortgage payment sometimes late
At Christmas the snow was heavy
Julia delivered a few presents in her jeep
before getting home high in the mountains
as the snow was now very deep
At the local bank the manager was busy
looking over the mortgage bad payers file
one in particular had missed some payments
looking far worse than rest of the pile
Julia's account was top of the pile
so Gregory the manager took a trip
to give Julia a final demand
in such weather, was he taking a flip?
Eventually ploughing through the snow
Gregory gave Julia her letter of fate
but in driving away from Julia's
he lost control his car was in a state
Gregory had broken a few bones
in his leg now unable to walk
so Julia and her girls
helped him even put on his sock
With no electricity at hand
Gregory did all he could
for he saw their family spirit
showing to him all things good
As the snow storm came
indoors for days were they all
together they grew closer
Julia and Gregory received a love call
So once the snow cleared
Julia thought never again to see
as Gregory had to go back home
would this love match come to be?
One day Julia was tidying the garden
when Gregory turns up to spring a surprise
he had giving up his job
so together their love mutually would rise
poetgord@2013
We are dishwashers and bill payers, we have day jobs and night jobs.
Some of us are retired, I am not, because I know too many
who died after they did that.
They lost their purpose, and before they could find another one,
they gave up, and left their earth life.
We do not have any more time than the rest of you,
but we grab it up and use it in full force.
We have chosen a life few choose. We are word players -
writing on napkins and paper plates.
Grabbing whatever is near at the time, jotting down phrases,
rhyming words, and lyrics.
We knew that we could and we can, and we do because our souls
will not let us not do.
We are the dreamers, the schemers, the world lovers,
the imagination people.
We are the ones who invent the new things, and
tear up old ideas to make room for new ones.
There is a driving force that tells us we must.
I call mine Trixie. She is an inner voice that yells at me.
She has crazy ideas. She cajoles me and coaxes me.
She holds me down until I yell “Aunt!” so I follow her lead.
We are the poets.
There are parasites.' Then there are those
DAVOSITES...' Where so many presidents.
And kings and bankers alight..To pontficate
To strut and preen.. Where the
( trans-forming )
of realitys is their scene.'
I do beleive even queens..?Have slummed or
Slumped.' Or got in bed.? Maybe spent a week
And revels led.? There they could ski and
Oppulise when sleek lear jets along runways
Glide, a rite of the heirachy to attend the place
Much funding by tax-payers.- who were told their
Place, by ( billionaires made worthy ) by the
Tricks they used..Sleight of deception, and the
Calculus ruse.' S T D's were travelling through
Too 'the gates..' And airports and hotels
, where was dangled
Much bait..' Flesh was on offer? Yeah i'd reckon
Thats right.' And not only in wars on nations..'
Who ( the hell?) encouraged this blight.' And still
They linger and congregate..? Associates
of epstein
andrew and 'pill-gates' along with nazi friend
scoros and schwab and carney and starmer and
abbot and albanese and andrews of mardi gras
Now there are also there vermin, that infest the streets
Who eat the waste food..From the tables of DAVOSITE elites.?
So ( they can't be the useless eaters ) who
Need to be.? Well in a term..Done in.? Or killed
Off..Or whatever for such actions..Meanwhile let
Us concentrate on the DAVOSITES preceedings
And their advice to (reset the international
situation' ) I think its well time; and past to
Begin to enact (much intense) remediation.'
Bolts and nuts litter the highway
Rickety cars shedding their parts
Contractors' pride in Naija
More potholes to serve the roads
Roads built on holes and filth
Blind they become when they pass by
With extra cushion to absorb the shocks
Potholes and filth don't mean a thing
Paid to punish the poor
The cost of road use is often death
With effrontery, faces display
Gullies and rubbish strangulating traffic
Same points for shameful political portraits
Unkind faces forced on the people
Only contractors and their payers celebrate
Bandits, thieves and police celebrate
Using their property (road) as bait to rob
Potholes important for extortion and killing
People driven in confusion and pain
Permanent engagement in ignorance
5 dimes rest on the cafe counter top
Left behind by a visitor who dined
Waitresses must honor pancake wishes
As they disappear into the kitchen
Swinging doors slam hard behind
The Greasy Spoon makes dishes fly
Coins are unattended at this moment
Priscilla is the locale hobo burglar girl
In need of soap & water and free coffee
At this time she requires dimes
5 would suffice to buy some time
She hides beneath a filthy scarf
Commits the deed with slippery fingers
A well practiced cough as a distraction
Absconds with fifty cents and then gets caught
Officer Flynn is the long arm of the law
Sees everything hidden in the dark
Priscilla learns a valuable lesson about free coffee
It taste much better after being arrested
Compliments of tax payers and the prison system
I would go as far as to say delicious!
Once turning 18 on my birthday i booked and took my driving test
and thankfully i passed 1st time
Because failing comes at a cost
of another test followed by more
lessons
So since that day when i was granted my driving license and deemed legal then to drive and own a car
And every day and year since for
this privilege i have had to pay
road tax, insurance, fuel duty,
m.o.t and updating my license
Likewise in order to own a t.v
on a yearly basis i was forced
to buy a t.v license for the privilege
And when i got a pet dog for
Christmas so to i was forced
to get a licence him and myself
as an owner as well
And when i wished to become
an organ donor again i had to
apply for a licence
The only thing no one ever seemed
to need a licence for was the most
valid of them all a licence to become
a parent or a father
So what value of licensing and taxes
I passed my driving test got my
license and pay all the taxes that
entails.
And yet i drive on roads so full
of potholes my car is more often
in the garage than working
And though i am forced to pay
my t.v license everything is a
repeat and has nothing on it
to watch
And why i have to annually pay
to license my pet dog only
they can justify but do not feel
the need to
Or why i need a licence and it
is not compulsory to become
an organ donor
But i suppose the reason for
no one needing a licence to
have children is
Maybe it's because they are indeed
the future licenses and tax payers in
waiting