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Grandpa was a Bowie.
A tight-lipped protestant Ulsterman
who drifted into the Poblacht na hÉireann
in search of a cure for his cold heart.
His thin lips wed a soft Catholic girl.
He joined the Garda Síochána settling down
to breed Kerry Blue’s. After he retired, he still
wore his uniform, his neck as stiff as ever.
Grandma wrote letters to the Pope
begging for Papal forgiveness
for her heathen husband.
I have not been to Hidalgo County,
but if I were one day to go, I might try
to convince the Daughters of the Alamo
of my credentials to be worshiped
in a mild, concessionary way.
A complimentary burger, a free pass
to the museum, a photograph
of myself brandishing a big knife
at a picture of Generalissimo Santa Anna
that would suffice.
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"Poblacht na hÉireann" = Republic of Ireland (Éire).
"Ulster' (Northern Ireland).
"Garda Síochána" Is the Police Force of the Republic of Ireland.
Deserted by Alfred
It was not my fault I had no shoes
And the police stopped and asked and since it was none of their business
I naturally told them to get lost
was handcuffed and put in a police car, which was more cooling than
the asphalt, after all, it was October in Albufeira.
I thought this is a perfect movement when a father defends his son
but Alfred who refuses to be my father had gone home
I was left to explain this ridiculous case, but luckily the Portuguese
police force felt sorry for me and let me go.
Next day I bought a pair of sneakers in a Chinese shop and my father
who refuses to be my father was wearing my leather uppers?
If the parents ( men and women ) of the innocent children
Connected with the parents of the victims of the predatory
Grooming gangs in Britian.? A summit could be arranged?
Under the protection.? Of a dedicated police force where
Community figures could explore options to create a more
Harmonious backdrop of living ? (including stopping all
Un-documented immigration for the space of 12/24 months? The re-opening of high street banks and post
Offices encourageing farmers markets to encourage a
Sustainable and engaging work life balance.' Yet first off
Let the injured and aggreived familiys meet should whoever of them be agreeable.? And see if this pit Britian
In in can be exited.?
All the best to every reader..)
When Alfred left me
It was not my fault, I had no shoes, and the police stopped
asking why I had no shoes
since it was none of their business
I naturally told them to off.
I was handcuffed and put in a police car,
which was more cooling than the asphalt
It was October in Albufeira, which can be warm
I thought this was a perfect movement, a father defends his son
But Alfred, who refuses to be my father, had gone home
I was left to explain this ridiculous case,
luckily the Portuguese
The police force felt sorry for me and let me go.
The next day, I bought a pair of sneakers in a Chinese shop
Alfred was wearing my costly upper leather
He’s a modern Harold Steptoe
With his reclamation machine
Very few planets on the Galaxy
On which he’s not already been.
He’s got every known Wormhole
Marked on his Galaxy Survey Map
And he proceeds always with caution
In case the bizzies have laid a trap.
He likes to arrive early morning
An hour or two before dawn
And if it’t not well tied down
In a blink of an eye it’s gone.
Atomised and miniaturised
And stored in a stasis cell
Until he finds the right market
Where he’s knows it will sell.
He’s a bit of a cultural joker
With his sophisticated tricks
His speciality these days being
Making unlikely civilisations mix.
Archaeologists and Architects
Ponder their theories witn great care
As to how the Temples of Angkor Watt
Had suddenly been built just there.
The Galactic Culture Police Force
Know exactly just who’s been.
It’s our Modern Harold Steptoe
And his reclamation machine.
For too many eons they’ve tried
With red and embarrassed faces
To explain to Planetary Wardens why
They suddenly have large empty spaces.
He’s a modern Harold Steptoe
With his reclamation machine
Very few planets on the Galaxy
On which he’s not already been.
The bizzies want him desperately
But he’s very seldom seen
And by the time they get there
It’s too late he’s already been.
I was breezing along having fun,
making quick plans and getting things done,
but then up jumped a glitch,
such an odious hitch.
Thus, I found myself under the gun!
I was all packed and ready to go
with my bag full hundreds in-tow,
but I never would reach
that exotic, grand beach,
Al Hoceima in north Morocco.*
By the whole police force I was mobbed.
The community Bank, I had robbed.
“I just stole a small part
‘cause I’ve got a good heart,
and I needed a trip, y’all!” I sobbed.
“And the gun was fake!” Now I’m in jail,
yelling, “When is my hearing for bail?”
I know there’ll never be
surf and sun time for me,
since that ship for me surely has sailed!
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Unforeseen glitches cause us great pain.
Some invite them through ill-gotten gain.
Thinking they won’t get caught,
prison time they have bought.
Now their lives bear a permanent stain.
*The U. S. has no extradition treaty with Morocco.
In these limericks, each long line has three anapests; each short one, two anapests.
Date: October 12, 2019
Contest Title: Itch, Witch, Glitch, or Twitch Contest
Sponsor: Nina Parmenter
As you come to Uganda visit Entebe zoo
Come to the lion cage
Don't stare or watch just look in the lions eyes
It will tell you all the stories of Kampala
You see the red eyes of Besigye
With the zeal to break the cage
And lead Uganda
But the pain of tear gas is unbearable
Look at this lion again
Laying down as if it has been tamed
Then you will see a Lukwago
Who wants to do the mayor job
But all the power is in Musisi
Come closer, you will the lion roar
To show its potential but all in vain
Like Nsereko moving a motion In Parliament
But scared by his mother party
Don't stop look closest
You will see this is not a lion
Its a lioness, Its kadaga
Chairing Parliament
On tension to expel rebel MPs
Look again you will see it all
The begging hands of street kids for rescue
The serious police force
The sweat of unemployed graduates
The noise of boda boda riders
And the potholes in the city
This lion at Entebe zoo
Knows how much the staff labors to fed it
It know how much they spend on it
Like the way Ugandans know
How much the government has given to them
But as you look at it
It tries to hide its jungle character
Because thats how it earns money to feed it
It knows the staff gets from what belongs to it
Like the way corrupt officials
Pledge on our funerals
Burying our own who died of disease
That would have been cured by the same money
They played lots
Now run away from that cage
Before that lion comes with all its craws
Begging for its freedom
Like Ugandans
On walk to work
Flooded street I see
Not with water but people
Because of injustices, suppression of human right
Because of political persecution of some sort
People inundating the EDSA street
The former head of the state is in jeopardy
Now in force arrest without warrant of arrest
This is a national issue of persecution
Defeating democracy and freedom of privacy
Police force are being used to fend political enemies
My people now are in heart attack and in rages
The world is observing my country's happenings
How be it that my government is demonizing people
My leaders are persecuting former head of state
There are rallies taking all over major cities
Mainstream medias are silent siding government
People are receiving news only on bloggers and social medias
All eyes is on the former President who is illegally detain
Justice system has no more power to execute
Foreign power is controlling giving blessing by sitting President
Is this retribution, is this personal vendetta
These following days is more fearsome and troubling
Who would be the sovereign authority now
My people is asking justice, my people is asking why
Is this the result of controversy or vengeance
I am observing this situation by heart now.
Rules and Regulation
There is the third wave of Corona 19 in Portugal, peoples at
old people’s homes have been vaccinated, but now it has stalled.
So, what is the problem?
Why are people reluctant to follow the rules and regulations?
I think it is because Portugal lived under a dictatorship for 50 years,
when freedom came lifted the heavy burden, and now they are not
going to give this freedom away for anyone.
The dictate from politicians is often ignored, the question is, what
will happen after the pandemic?
Will the new rules still apply to give the politicians more power?
and the police force the right to behave nastily.
The freedom is an illusion, and the right-wing guard is back in power,
giving the political party a prefix of social this.
While privatizing water and electricity,
people cannot afford to heat their homes.
But there are moments when we have to forego the “Democracy.”
for the common good, but be sure to take the freedom back.
why are our tax dollars being spent on crippled
and paralyzed drug hoods?
why are we supporting teenage girl having babies
and not trying to do any good?
how Is It possible for foreigners
to get supplemental security income?
and where Is all the money supposedly coming from?
yet, when we the American citizens
who have worked and struggled all our lives
attempt to get any assistance from the government
we only get a lot of bull and some jive
what in the world could the politicians
have been thinking about?
when we have families right here in America
having to do without
Is It political policy
over social responsibility?
the American Government aspires
to be the world's police force
by deploying our young men and women into war zones
without any recourse
but who Is to blame for making all these
life altering decisions?
It's not those who don't vote
for they have no voice nor position
now Is the time for all Americans
to step up to the plate
make your voice and choice be known
before It's too late
we need to stop this madness
and unnecessary spending
call the politicians on to the carpet
and bring about some ending
Is It political corruption
versus social reconstruction?
so just get out and vote
and make your choice be known
put who you want in positions of power
with ideals like your own
It's time to take a stance
and get back our power
be more socially and politically conscious
at the voting hour