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"Misconception has loan the world into probation"
1)My mother is the same,
So is my father the same:
Tall,shapy and all of that,
Graced with natural arts.
The lazy chick are lazy still,
Insect still on the leaf feed.
The atmosphere looks yet innocently,
And the harmattan beating us mercilessly.
2)Many calls it a new year.
But it's same here,how's it there?
Look!
The politicians are yet crook.
Immoralities still sit on our pitch,
Variant disasters yet are on nature unleashed.
Pompous sickness still lurks in those mansion,
The sun still doubt if he'll perform his actions.
Joy still comes and go,
While sadness in her pride still flow.
3)I saw trump on many trump,
Eating all delicacies like junks.
The rich oppress yet the poor,
And destruction grows yet tall.
The loyal folk will not bid adieu.
And the so called newyear will not change the moon:
(Even if it'll,the moon will fight,
And he'll flee before him in fright.)
"A new baby cannot be a sage",
It's just an old year with a new name.
18:01:01:10:55
Form:
Do you want?
NO!
A puppy?
YES!
Do you want to
NO!
Go to your friend Susan's?
Yes, I guess I do.
Do you want
NO
Living with me is really fun.
You can ask your husband.
He calls me his 9-year-old boy.
My first answer is always no.
I have a bit of an excuse.
It was 1973; I was taking an assertiveness training class.
the other women were skittish when paired up with me
until the instructor admitted that I'm on probation now,
and none of the ones I had flung, kicked, or smacked had been hurt, really badly.
Saying no was big in my family
of origin who perpetually used it, and you had
better supply excuses like crazy too.
I had to stand in front of a
mirror and practice that
up to two hours a day,
so I could get some of my
"me" time back.
I have it pat now, folks.
A magic unicorn came to visit on a Tuesday.
She was pretty but alas a smoker.
She came up behind us as we were
thnk-talking via telepathy and stuff.
said you are supposed to
be enjoying your fire-truck car, and your bubble machine.
And "throwing a ball in the house," I screamed with pure delight, feeling a beach, without any mean.
We really truly souly need less lessons and more play for thee,
I tell this gravelly-voiced unicorn. Man, his eyes are a pretty blue!
So from now on this is how it has to be:
Do you want?
NO!
A fire truck?
Hell,yes,please!
My me time is back
in full, happy, excited force.
I have it pat now, folks.
Let's go shopping!
Eleven children run toward the car,
which is curious as I only have 10 grandchildren.
It started as a joke, a mere college prank,
the fraternity house having a good time;
far too much alcohol the pledges drank.
With all the young men being in their prime,
no one considered the likelihood of crime.
Around midnight they were having great fun
laughing and shouting without any cares;
with more liquor to drink they were not done.
The night was jubilant; they were putting on airs
‘til one drunken pledge slipped and fell down the stairs.
After smashing his head on the stoop below,
he lay motionless on the cold, hard ground;
his life was ended by the vicious blow.
They looked in disbelief as they gathered ‘round;
they stood there in shock without making a sound.
They waited awhile before making the call
to make sure they all had the story straight
so no one would be made to take the fall.
They said he was in his room, drinking late;
went out for a snack, slipped, and met his fate.
Their story was tight but cameras don’t lie;
it was there on the tape for all to see;
the videos shot down their alibi.
They went before the judge and bargained a plea;
got ten year’s probation but allowed to stay free.
But the family of the pledge who met his demise
feels justice wasn’t served and it’s not fair
to be left without answers and tears in their eyes.
They must live their life with their sadness to bear
while the brothers go free without any care.
November 26, 2017
TERMINATION
I never imagined that I’d be back at school
Retired from work, yet I’m no longer a kid
But all modern media has caught me out
That flicking and tapping makes me pout
For all the wrong reasons I’m off the grid
Some youths think a dumb phone is cool
I signed up for an evening new media class
You’d think there would be many like me
But the tutor could still be in her late teens
Pupils all young, one old, no in-betweens
But at least this course is offered for free
Although my techie competence is a farce
It’s start of the term in early September
I’m sticking out here like a sore thumb
I guess for these kids it is extra curricular
I want to learn to send texts in particular
And all this tech makes me look so dumb
But hope some of this stuff I will remember
You see I come from an older generation
Binary code and the odd punched card
Giant mainframes and spinning tapes
Regular backups, so nothing escapes
But which way to swipe for me is hard
Until that bright day I’m on probation
Sands of time runneth out
stout whistleblowers must apply clout
to affect the commander in chief forced...
send him back his favorite mantra,
that churlish, childish and cheapish tricky lout
arrogant, defiant, haughty... without doubt
exceeded probation apprenticed, I shout
out, his poor performance absolute zero
as presidential material about
effective electing trout
as huff fish hint leader of America
rather less so - hook, line and sinker
"FAKE" laurels he cannot hard dilly tout
running democracy regarding
United States of America aground,
while out dough faced mouth blowout
vitriolic vile, noxious, crude... invectives
his anger doth spout
frothily fuming, lividly
lashing, rabidly raging...
trademark MAGA flout
sulking with juvenile pout
vamoose with him
and ilk poisoning
Lady Liberty's body with gout
cantankerous malignant cancerous canker
breeding, bleeding, besotting devout
dereliction evincing hangdog look
barking, growling, snapping... snout
fondling, groping, harassing...,
analogous to pedophile scout
wily, vehemently, unseemly, sacrilegious
behaviour in apropos devout
floundering, grounding, hijacking...,
ship of state into sauerkraut
agent provocateur on warpath
doomsday clock inching closer
to armageddon drought
will prevail across Earth
global thermonuclear fallout.
I was outside her house as I open the gate
walking through the trellis
I approached the steps
I look up and I sigh
As breathe and anxiety
I have arrived I am looking so
in part for her open heart
but I might embrace her pains as I call her name
I go up the steps to the right of me
A porch swing now i knock on the door
and it opens and her father appears
I say how are you sir may I see your daughter
he glares at me he towers over me
he looks I appear to be quivering
but I inhale I exhale the fear away
still I stand at ease now
And I won't back down this day
he said what is your intent with my girl
why are you here
I tell him sir I want to get to know her
but in this I reveal may I approach you sir
with all due respect I love your daughter sir
but this you must get I trust your heart sir
that I shall display a Godly gentlemanly foray
I want to rest in you sir and give you no doubts
I want nothing but the best for your daughter's heart
so may I prove myself to you and be doodly bound
I so know that her heart is God's first yours and your wives
and I want to earn it may I sir be yours first may I earn your trust
My future dreams and desire
Only if it's God's will and your blessing years and years away
I want her hand in marriage the father says Boy I admire your courage
You're astute standing you're just a boy trying to be a man
I got my eye on you so within your honesty
If you be real with me we'll see what the future hold but keeping your memory
This is our girl so you're on probation
Ain't no messing around with my darling child
So if you think you're interested you must confess this
My eye will be on you so watch what you do just be true I'll give you the clue
Remember first this is our girl and maybe one day would loan her to you
I glare at the dragon; she is not easy to understand
Her keyboard lays dormant; I despise her in many ways
She’s a machine, you are the boss, someone says
He is on probation now, not understanding our battle
My sword is mighty; but hers is mightier
she has the last word, because she can
I can’t even type without her changing my capitals
sometimes she refuses to acknowledge words I think are words
she has programs that I will never use,
because she intimidates me, and her instruction books are ridiculous
I don’t read anything over six pages
I glare at her, wanting my old life back
She is here to stay, resolute and determined
I have to make room for her; everyone else in the house adores her
my children click clack click her keys, and are delighted
my husband throws around terms like “database and delete”.
Words I never used before this dragon arrived.
Some say I talk so ignorant. naw, me
im just too real for these hypocrites
the truth will set you free and me,
im filled wit dat addictiveness
like 2nd hand smoke from cigarettes
point fingers if you want cuz 4real you
ain't gotta feel me and nevamind da law
im innocent till proven guilty
had a couple setbacks fresh off probation
not guilty is he, live by da street code never
talk to the D's. It's better to live on ya feet
then die on ya knees, niggaz bleed just like us
yeah I taught dat to my seed.
So this here is Harsh Reality, dat any livin thing
can become a homicidal casualty
so question what do we fear 1st, this recession
or being gun or knifed down by a deadly weapon
the thing about the truth is you ain't gotta like it
but you will respect it and me I am da truth
I speak it, embrace it how bout you? Don't like
my slang, hard to swallow what I done, where I
came from? But this is it, this is what freedom
taste like, what it feels like. So nevamind da hype
of how im dis & dat, dat & dis cuz imma still spitt
gutta like hallway piss
Dirty martinis and Cuban cigars
Fishnet stockings on hookers Playing my guitar.
Long days at the beach
Women without wedding rings
Making a list of my favorite things
Sex before Breakfast
Out running the cops
A judge that grants bail
Then getting bailed out.
Books by Sandra Cisneros
And Renaissance Art,
All of these things have a special place in my heart
But when the bars close
And I'm still sober
My dealer doesn't answer the phone
I think on these things
To keep from getting pissed off
And I express how I feel
in a poem.
Rock n' Roll music and classic cars
Rockford Files reruns
Deep cuts that leave scars
My probation officer not making me drop
Dive bars bad girls and musty bookshops
A day at Wrigley
Watching the Cubs
Cool Tucson mornings
And falling in love
The sound of my children's laughter
and the first day of spring
What an exceptional life I've had to be part of all these things.
But when I'm hungover
And I've got warrants
Or when my car breaks down
I think about all of my favorite things
And haul my butt out of town
JSB
A means of brave confrontation
Magical and fruitful
By which patience consults arid goals impossible
Breaking every abomination
A permissive individualised decision
That bury lust so awful
Efficient and effective
Love loving act without any permission
Not done to seek attention
Amid all struggle
Presenting presents so beautiful
Witnesses shall continue to mention
Waiting for the rain in anticipation
It isn't bad being hopeful
But while in trial not successful
Roaming in sin seems a temptation
Sapphira's sacrifice is not a compulsion
Wants to be boastful
The do so deceitful
Ends her staged probation
Abraham stands in determination
Leaving all reality and not been mindful
Of the yet to know claimed blissful
And all through enjoys divine intervention
There is no confusion
Just the ache of been fearful
Makes acting weird been painful
Its end will relieve doubt stressing clarification
And your name will buy continuation
All existence shall learn how dutiful
Throughout uncertainty yet available
Making room for foes alleviation