Long Prerogative Poems
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She has a pretty face
She carries herself well
In uniform she is an iconic
Many so desire her moments
A detective she carries her gun well
When duty calls she flashes her smile
Its a smile i have see disarm many
She has no use for brute force
For her lovely essence nets all delinquents
I used to spy her long time ago
At the signals training school
Once we were Seim Cohorts
Remember.. Kurutu mbona hanyoi..
God knows what followed that
Her MO disarms with ease and grace
My MO disarms with an O prerogative
Saidia Utumishi.. They also need service
Our officers in uniform have to be served too
That's where PMC's we come in and succeed
For controlled outcomes and black ops OP
Drawn to the graves
Unbeknown clarity develops like root canal treatment
festering wounds and scull bones loom on the route
In reason and feeling I have no choice but to venture
an ancient drill grinds away carbon in my father’s grave
Gravity certainty narrative German post war collective
guilt betrayal crimes against humanity ‘we only followed’
Orders commands yet propagated propaganda and demise
a generation later my prerogative to look away falls by
The wayside on the path to Auschwitz the stench the cries
train tracks total war extinction ‘Lebensraum’ final solution
My officer dad a cog in the wheel just a soldier or willing
perpetrator and I too am getting longer in the tooth of time
‘What did you do what did you not’ and on a map in the
cellar times and postings little flags of when and where
I cannot avoid the void any longer and my atrocious search
for atrocities smoulders at boiling point and the search is
On for the roots which must be exposed from gold fillings
extracted to knowledge before cavities lie filled with pain
Might be covered with exposure of who I am as my father’s child
The tempest kiss of seaweed miss.
Her temper heard ~ his heart stirred.
His ship astern and fast.
The siren’s scorn lambaste;
Blind youth’s reality is blurred.
The satin hair of Whitney bright
A pearlescent veil, the tide ~
Calm! Calm! It’s all a lie!
Her body movement spry.
O serpentine witch, her smile, her glide…
Her bright white fangs aglow, move slow.
The magic of her song moored
In his terrified glance;
The seaman’s in a trance.
In former life, he would have scored.
She slowly sucks his soul, and then,
One by one she tenders them.
The fishhooks through their eyes,
Amuse her with goodbyes.
Rehearsal of fatale la femme.*
2/5/2020
*femme fatale order of words was switched to aid rhyme.
A poet’s prerogative:)
Contest: Broken Promises
Placed : Second : June 26
Sponsor: Silent One
a smouldering ember, promises lay on white ash emitting amber sparks into a half barrel ~
hot barbecue was long past eaten with its
juicy sauces dripping fat down sunburned
throats (...)
for what are promises but hopes for another experience, other canvases when such is no-one’s prerogative but Divinity’s to give-
take at stake as cosmic balance deems
stability fit —-
hairline cracks within whispering strings
verbalised appear as thoughtforms touch
oxygen to smoulder upon brick and mortar
dissipating into sandgrains upon a pane of
tears transmuting promises into primroses
fractured assurances open hearts like
bread broken on a spring picnic mat
cracked ghost glass secretly glanced in
darkness as subliminals already heard
distorted frequencies enticing eerie
perceive avatar promises as poorly stitched
pom-poms ready to fray onto polished floor
for in dim silence mind flowering tongue
is but colourful creator making magic
with both promises and primroses
let every augur dance across forehead
in daisy chains
for core to remain unsore ~
The law, they say,
Is the same for everyone
But justice is the prerogative
Of the privileged ones
When the poor get implicated
For crimes they never knew
They run hither and thither
With a begging bowl for justice
But those who commit heinous crimes
Snuggle up to luxuries of life
Without the slightest worry
About the outcome of the case
Justice is blind, they say,
But often times it is tilted
In favour of the elite
And against miserable souls
While the poor knock at every door
To get themselves absolved
The elite bail out with wads of cash
Or resort to intimidation or corruption
The prolonged proceedings
Cast a long shadow
On the fate and fortune
Of the poor and the downtrodden
They are condemned to spend
The rest of their accursed life
With their body in shackles
And their mind in solitary confinement
But those who make the mistake
Of assuming that they could get away
With their atrocities on the poor
May be in for a surprise
The blindfolded lady
With a balance in her hand
May be confused
By the outcome of the case
But make no mistake
Karma is bound to boomerang
And punish the criminals
By dispensing poetic justice
Russia valiantly fights 'a war of defense'
against Ukraine which 'has given offense'
Can Russia depose 'the Nazi, Zelensky?'
to end Ukraine's 'genocide of slaughtering Russenkis?' (aka Russians)
Russia's 'defense of her people' is understandable
But are NATO's policies all-so-commendable?
NATO says 'Nyet' to to No-fly Zones -- 'too provocative'
~ Russia laughs at such 'justifications' for her to use her prerogative
________________________________________________________
Russia bombs a maternity hospital and a nuclear reactor; levels whole
towns; shells civilian apartment complexes indiscriminately -- and NATO
can't OK a 'No-Fly-Zone' -- a DEFENSIVE tactic! -- to stop it?!!! For the
sake of humanity, when will Western leaders find the courage to FIGHT
this second coming of the murderous liar, Hitler?!!!!
WALK IN THE PARK
a lovely late afternoon
sun and shade at eighty
perfect degrees
my toes curl up inside
my sneakers, not
in shape for this season
of walking
surprised to see
a baby bump
bopping along
with expectant runner
i walk steadily toward the wooden bridge,
cross over the creek,
take a little dirt path,
loop back
as i cross the green grass
a huge American crow, leaves
his perch
with a snack
as long as it’s not me
i’m okay
a little too close for comfort
‘he’s the alpha...he’s the alpha!’
i have no illusions, i
tread lightly
not meeting his eyes
keeping mine on the trail
and my trek continues
without peril
i round the path
where a lady sits
with her two huskies
under a tree
i say hello to several walkers
the general
“nice weather we’re having”
one lady keeps to herself
to her cell i should say
but that’s the prerogative
of the introvert
and shy
we have gone around a couple times
passing face to face
so i finally have to ask
the pregnant lady
and she pauses
perhaps
prepared with an answer
“so i just have to ask, how far
along are you?”
she tells me 39 weeks
says it’s any day
i give a warm blessing
and i head for the car
thanking God
for this early Autumn day
spent with strangers
in the park
9/25/2017
To cleanse your life, empty out it's past and move on, to leave no explanations, no pity, no shame. To usher the insensitive to the living and the not, to delete faces from your photographs and smile once more. I'm owed no explanation, as I was never bought and was never returned, but my past litters with others excrement. I'm sure you'll do it again and you've done it before, used and disposed, cared and then lost interest; I'm more sure that there'll be occasions where I'll be or have been the same. At the disposing end though, it's instinct to look for recovery, the need to fight is always pointless nowadays. But what can you do?
There's a million different ways to move on or to diminish, and to do either one you have to experience both. It's your prerogative to do as you please as it is mine, and that's all.
I'm listening to soft music through earplugs,
the strong stimuli of relaxation enter lungs...
they stifle the external sounds
and deepen my consciousness.
The invariant analogy
between time and clock has a steady
rhythm and ticks enough to frighten
thoughts of a serene mood arising
from secluded meditation
that replaces a normal day of brooding.
Alluring is the idea of obtaining
what is found through searching;
this journey taken with doubtful eyes
may lead all beyond immense stars...
is it possible to mention a few
to the star-gazer who never knew?
Our Creator predestined us
with a certain fate on the instant we were born;
some were endowed with gifts
that would drastically change the wrong notion
of conceavable and blessed things
by walking in His ways always.
Why should we rebel against Him and incur
His displeasure trying to modify it, consulting diviners
with superhuman powers? Nobody can read God's mind
and exploit it to their advantage; neither can Lucifer
with his cleverness, and in doing so we are surely bound
for unhappiness, misfortunes and calamities!
Fortune-tellers are aware of everyone's prerogative
and foresee all events either positive or negative:
they want us to think that we can be more powerful
that He is in reversing destiny when odds are impossible.
Nothing distracts me from meditating
in the stillness of the ablaze evening
making the fiery-red clouds drift with adventure;
they lift me me to subliminess of the stratosphere.
I am very pleased that the invariant
anology remains truthfully intact,
but it warns others that's not
too wise to let their vague and vast
curiousity tamper with Nature
and universe and constantly interfere
with the Laws that were set in motion
with great precision since creation.
Written on 7/ 20/ 2017
Braced upon Scriptural perspective
propelled along divine directive
my poetic mind stays assertive
showing celestial prerogative
throne in heaven --- indeed positive!!!
Heaven’s throne is supremely active
as God reigns, perfectly effective
working wisely midst loving motive
granting grace so appropriative
with mercy and truth’s preservative.
Bible states “mansions*” --- definitive
thus, being curiously perceptive
joyful fellowship forever--- never presumptive…
well, what’s sure is heaven’s objective:
to serve as eternal home, festive!!!
*John 14:2 In my Father's house are many mansions: if it were not so, I would have told you. I go to prepare a place for you.
November 5, 2021