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Premium Member 'take That' Ticket Touts

Tickets went on sale to see Gary Barlow
A well loved singer, it will be a sell out show
My hubby was 1600th in the on-line queue
There were no tickets left when he got through

I went on the Internet to see if any were for sale
Yipee, I found a ticket, but my face went pale
The face value of the ticket was £163 pounds
but the price they were asking it just astounds

It was five times the cost of the original ticket
Such intense profiteering, it just isn’t cricket!

Title is a play on words – Gary Barlow was a member of a group called ‘take that’
The venue only holds around 2,000 people so ticket demand was very high and it sold out very quickly. Poetic licence used – hubby didn’t bother staying on line to get the tickets as he knew it would be sold out




* a British phrase  -  if behaviour is not cricket, it is not honest or moral

10-21-17
Form: Rhyme


Why are there so many Billionaires any way

Endearing Ms Eilish not willy nilly a silly Billie got her wish despite the stares 


Crys of why guys are there any let alone so many glutton button billionaires?


Not adhering to age old sage adage share if you've enough stuff to spare


Uncouth domineering untruths sold smearing sleuths as society tears


Sneering about profiteering mining shining spiting climate crisis scares


Cheering racketeering careering all about that flocks stocks & shares


Leering snares creatives gold left bereft fearing they're not their flair heirs


Persevering with cold jeering at hearing protests that then fold no one cares


Scold civic critics nearing the facts spearing by acts.. pacts & unfair flares


Cost of disappearing rare species now just pieces of faeces in their lost lairs


Searing temperatures rearing still somehow our despairs never even airs


Gearing up for the veering apocalypse peering as the sun stun gun glares


Must be bold steering pioneering derring do clearing these nightmares


Who dares volunteering to stop the interfering engineering by the billionaires?
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Including But Not Limited To

It is the cause of all acts of terrorism,
including but not limited to suicide bombings.
It is the cause of most crimes running rampant in all nations,
including but not limited to child exploitation,
human trafficking, mostly women,
but generally both male and female when trafficking children.
It is responsible for all the wars throughout the world presently exploding,
making more richer and more powerful CEOs of war profiteering corporations,
including but not limited to all the corrupt politicians,
and lawyers and so called "Honest" businessmen.
It is responsible for all who have ever been,
poverty stricken, starving and dying from malnutrition.
Without the need for money all of the above would no longer exist.
If we are to evolve for the better, society must go moneyless,
with a new set of values also established,
that isn't motivated by greed or monetary profit.
I'll say it again like I've said it before,
"Money must one day go the way of the dinosaur,
or it will be the cause of all of our peril for sure."
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member The Black Cloak

It's like a black cloak around our world bringing misery and death
Virologists are saying " you ain't seen nothing yet" 
If only our leaders would look back, at how these viruses thrive 
They'd have got answers in history books and many would still be alive. 

It will soon be the norm for families each and everyday
To attend funerals of loved ones who have passed away 
And while adults pay their respects and kneel down to pray 
Children will get bored and around the tombstones they'll play. 

Every country takes action their way and will not be told 
If they follow the W.H.O. 's advice more would live to be old
But it's far too late now covid - 19  is thriving 
While we fight the virus with emphasis on surviving. 

Don't mix with others and steer well clear of the crowd 
Or it might be you that will be covered with a shroud 
To increase your chance of survival, ruthless you've got to be 
Even keeping a safe distance from your own family. 

Crime is now rife there's profiteering and panic buying
Not enough is being done and the death toll is rising 
Some impliment soft measures that seem quite funny
They don't care about you it's all about the money. 

We all need to take care singing from the same hymn sheet 
Or it won't be too long before the army's on the street
People will get mean and desperate in order to thrive
Pushing aside the weak and vulnerable who'll struggle to survive. 

Our health workers pushed to the limit administering care 
While the selfish among us strip supermarket shelves bare
But others are doing good things for their fellow man
No one knows if they'll get ill so do good deeds while you can. 

Written 21st March 2020.
Form: Rhyme

The UK has blood on its hands

Slavery solidified the UK's place in the world 
Earning recognition, power and control 
The foundation of its empire 
Built by slave labour

Stolen wealth sat in their banks
Invisible blood covers every coin and note
Hard earned black money
Given to the rich, white and upper class society
Spending our wealth
On buying more slaves
So they can sit and roll around like pigs in the mud
Except instead of mud it was our
Blood, sweat and tears turned into paper

Museums are guilty too
Our pain and culture is not here to be mocked and viewed 
African artefacts and art 
Taken without permission 
Just like our ancestors autonomy 
The choice to do what we want with out bodies
But hey at least it benefited the economy
Profiteering off of stolen property
So they can move ahead in the one-sided game of racist monopoly
While they leave black people in 'jail' or trapped in poverty 

Our hands created the many institutions of education 
Schools, colleges and universities 
Our blood stained the bricks we stacked
Then denied us entry because we are black
But would allow professors and scholars 
To teach and enrich students minds
Whilst simultaneously being racist
Ironic how they'll take our donations
Then use that to pay their wages
But then deny our history and our right to be apart of the right to an education


Beatitudes For The Silent

Beatitudes for the Silent 

Beatitudes for the ailing hearts 
Gratitude for those who have been there from the start 
Attitude from those who are willing to depart 
Platitudes for those who just want to seem smart 

Commendations for those who aren’t competing for validification 
Inspiration on offer for she who is looking for elation 
Co-modification of a profiteering person who is subverting the situation 
Simplification of a narrative that is too complex for pronunciation 

Limitations of my mind in terms of articulating conceptual theories 
Imitations of mankind by artificial intelligence seems quite dreary
Complications of the refined while I am discarding Timothy Leary 
Invocations of the defined as all this contemplation makes me weary 

Overpopulation is ironic as we sit there isolated 
Aggravation feels moronic as they can’t see the facts that have been stated 
Admiration for the iconic statements that seem complicated
Defamation for the sardonic who seem to be elated 

Aspirational implications for those in surplus of self belief 
Exasperation for the rumination that propels you toward grief 
Adaptational genetics of innovation that make you exclaim in disbelief 
Congregational phonetics that have been designed by mischief

Resigned to fate I must deliberate on more contentious topics
Designed to hate the human race is self centred and myopic 
Defined by love in some debates while writing a biopic 
Inclined to state the truth I look for concentration that’s symbiotic 

The End Copyright Elizabeth Moroz
Form: Rhyme

Rise

Each day we rise from sleep oblivious
 to what may play out in daily patterns tedious,
morning coffee or cereal
 fades to life less ethereal.

Off to work or off to school
 our minds slip into the daily races fueled.
Never a thought or question as to the day's fate
 until the moment rises when we're too late.

Too late for a loving hug or that kiss goodbye 
 when spirits are hurried in the by and by
but someone irrational and angry in a hateful thought
 brings chaos to the innocence of youth caught;

The firefall spattered wide and random in its spray
 fated to take all our innocence away,
while men in higher places and positions
 look down stagnant sorrowful in contrition.

Their views and words so quickly relayed
 saying the same repetitive explanations on parade
yet turn blind eyes to the anger of the crowd
 who shout and cry at the newest shrouds.

What does it take for common sense solutions
 to oppose the profiteering greed pollution
that overwhelms the general average populace
 and holds down the real of Washington's disgrace?

Each day we rise from sleep oblivious
 to what may play out in daily patterns tedious,
morning coffee or cereal
 fades to life less ethereal.
© DM Babbit  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Quatrain

God Showed Up

Ours is a world of meanness, fear, and dissension
Filled with uncertainty, strife, and apprehension
A world fueled by selfish greed and profiteering
And false promises of those electioneering

A world filled with confusion, leaving us displaced
We try to understand, but still we are unbraced
The gains of labor are cancelled by inflation
Depleted further by burden of taxation

Driven by selfishness, people are afflicted
Wounded, broken, abused, hurt, sick, and addicted
Dreams are forgotten, lost on the slippery slope
Discouraged, depressed, hopeless, unable to cope

Two centuries ago, earth was a similar place
Angry, dark, mean, abusive, and in need of grace
People were in a hurry, seeking their own fame
Trying to get ahead, willing to shift the blame

Into this kind of world, the Lord Jesus was born
To deliver grace and peace to people forlorn
On mission to our planet that had blown a fuse
He came from heaven to deliver good news

Born of a virgin, as the prophets had foretold
Cradled in a manger, for the world to behold
A little baby boy, crying, making a fuss
They called him Immanuel, which means “God with us”.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Voice

Listen now
Morning arrives;
Mystic voice

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Dawn speaks
Fond sighs;
Haze loiters

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Sun-block hazy
Fuzzy logic;
Sumatra fires

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Ashy contrast
Smoky smelly;
Foreign stench permeates

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Hazy shades
Photoshop contrast;
Smoky air

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Deeper meaning
Beyond stuff;
Profiteering woes

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Nero's antics
Witty wise;
Hazy surprise

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Crash and burn
No returns;
Hazy churns

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Cheer now jeers
Haste seeds near;
Crazy haze

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Conflict
Contrast;
Compound

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Breathe deep
Haze streaks;
Dry smoky cough

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Leon Enriquez
08 October 2015
Singapore
Form: Haiku

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