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"And Today's Special is Wine and Cheese"
Some wine and cheese
If you would please
Depressed, I cannot express myself for I’m being oppressed and repressed
Yet, I reside in the west, my lines are treated as an unwelcome guest
I’ve ornamented ideas that will go unheard
Reading them will be seen as a vulture transcribed word
“A Stale Birthday Cake,” could be submitted
But a lot of terms are not permitted
If I leave those texts out to describe my rage
It might as well be written in the stone age
Here’s an example, “ , ” substantial white noise is found on this page
“The Penetralia Ruby Queen,” hint, the anatomy
But, is there no shame, outcry, how dare I, the audacity
It conveys about some person with a dancing nymph’s fantasy
But it altercates against the morals of Christianity
Here’s an example, “ , ” undeniably excommunicated for blasphemy
The villainous bark, scream, “Cultures Dark Theme”
It’s something written from a nightmare’s dream
If submitted, it would drive the masses into insanity
Yet, this piece of work prohibits the usage of profanity
Here’s an example, “ , ” silenced because others must be spared of its inhumanity
“The World’s Playground” still waiting to see if it gets banned
Negligent in comprehending the rules beforehand
The lyrics uses a word to describe a person who gets paid
In an ideal world, I could just switch the rhyme to being laid
Here’s an example, “ ,” my apologies for the cross realm alabaster masquerade
Finally, “Unzipped Apple Core,” was written as a rant indeed
Bitten by the fire ant, I was hoping it would supplant a seed
But apparently the flying monkey festival has everyone strapped to a ticking time bomb
Another useless firework display to a bromide poem, so turn the page to end this sitcom
The doctor said, "Take this. It will cure the social disease”
So, for my last supper please, I would like some wine and cheese
Updated 5/14/2019
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Stuck on a hybrid labyrinth race track in undue course
Crash helmet cracked under the raw tempo of stagnation
Chequered flags waving but a motor running against the clock
In reverse and the traffic prohibits pit stops for tyres and fuel
Exhausted depleted high on adrenaline withdrawal
A silent movie plays on tiring spools of grey matter
More like a collection of photographs in faded sepia
An accident waiting to happen ready for another pile up
The gear box strains in overdrive and the pistons complain
Brake fluid seeps into the cockpit and floods the clutch
Hazards are blinking like a stroboscope and prism of pace
High octane acceleration on a road to immanent nowhere
Satellite navigation in conflict with his auto pilot
Cruise control on a highway to hell and beyond
Ejector seat wedged into a half open sun roof
Theodore calls 911 and the Thought Police arrive
Arsonists join the scene in fire engines stalled on the emergency lane
The ambulance doctor injects truth serum with dizzying speed
Body bags remain unopened but sanity is scraped off the road
Repackaged sealed in bubble wrap in case the airbag won’t open
In hospital he wakes off his trolley on a tiny stretcher
So convoluted they can’t find a straightjacket that fits
Confined to another bedlam on the psychiatry ward
And the dashboard flickers on the way to his lost mind
17th December 2019
I feel a butterfly inside;
its wings are cramped within my breast.
The weight of flesh, o dull cocoon,
prohibits my free flight. At best
I only soar inside; my wings--
gossamer, light, remain untried.
I wait...I wait...until the day
the barred' cage is flung aside
and airy wings lift toward the skies.
I have felt this graceful creature
flutter faintly deep inside;
then, at times, so ardently,
I think no way will it abide!
It will be loosed! Its wish to fly
will push the bars of flesh aside.
Determined is this butterfly
to show its colors multiplied
and wing its way through azure skies.
The time is drawing near, I'm sure;
the throbbing swells within my heart.
The cumbrous cocoon, filled with life,
is bursting now, falling apart.
The butterfly is breaking free;
no more its wings will tightly furl,
but lightly spread upon the breeze
their filmy webs, gilded and pearled...
and, then, my soul will leave this world.
Faye Lanham Gibson
Copyright, 1987
I went to a museum
And its focus is design.
They offered me a special pen;
I chose, though, to decline.
It was an interactive toy
To add to the exhibits,
But learning new technology
My aging brain prohibits.
I wandered 'round and read the cards
Describing what was there
While others tapped their pens in ways
I'd chosen not to dare.
I didn't mind until a room
Entitled just "Immersion"
And watched while walls transformed
From white to every pen-folk's version.
They got to play creatively
While I stood on the side,
Bemoaning an experience
I'd to myself denied.
A fellow offered me his pen;
Embarrassed, I said no,
But I'll accept my own
The very next time that I go.
Though fears should not inhibit
An attempt at something new,
So many people just like me
Lose out because they do.
These concealed agenda,
unravelling soon,
Stage by stage,
man a captive to man,
manipulated,
"Liberty" is lie,
they make the boundaries,
Locked in the prison in summer
separated in winter,
distancing like foes,
disguised as animals,
collective condemnation,
these theories.
That condemns congregation,
prohibits association,
suspends education,
closed the offices,
and makes me poorer,
compelling dependency on handouts,
These Fears that Originates from Wuhan,
embellished by the media,
accepted by the doctors,
empowers their reset,
depression and fears, the tools,
beleaguered minds consenting to the suspense of their brains.
apoplexy aroused before the force,
There goes your rights to say No,
Sick or not, a Jab.
vaccination by force,
consent unnecessary,
Your right fritters away.
Here comes the medical Rape,
without my consent,
Do not Rape me.
C A U S A T I O N vs. D E T E R M I N I S M
Choices form towards our preordained trajectory
Decision built bricks stack factors progressively
Circumstancial pegs compile in accord to faculty
Dogmas of downtrodden clogged with profanity
Circles run rings around predictions, an equator
Divides same from same in symmetrical centre
Cogs who push their neighbours never blame us
Duration in environ expidited by wheel's impetus
Certainty occurs, journey obscured from turning
Decorum's shield prohibits peripheral discerning
Contingent coddles confederates, cave sedation
Dictated picture is droll pattern of premeditation
Character patter converses with class conducive
Dialogue delays, latitudinal liberal splay spruking
Concious diverges in a dual carriageway purview
Deliberation channels hairpin 's curve impromptu
14th February
Fortitude Breaks
Causation Chains
SINCE THE REGULATIONS OF THE INDEPENDAENT COMPANY
PROHIBITS A WORKER IN "THE FEILD OF PLAY", AND SINCE
THE FINDING OF FACTCO FINDO ACT OF 1901 PERHIBITS
AN ATHELETE TO WEAR A MASK, WITHOUT REIGSTARATION TO
THE SANCTIONING BODY, THE FINDING OF THE HELDUP CHAMPIONSHIP
IS AS FOLLOWS.
AFTER REVEIWING THE CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH BETWEEN
$@#$$ BOOP! VERSES $#$$$$ cENSERED!
WE HAVE FOUND THAT THE masked wRESTLER (TO REMAIN nAMELESS)
HAD NOT RECEIVED AN OKAY TO COMPETE FROM THE STAFF OF DOCTERS
AND SINCE HE WAS IN THE FEILD OF PALY WERE THE MIGHTY PUTTY FIST WAS FOUND,
AND SINCE THE CHAMPION REFUSED AND WOULD NOT ANWSER THE
REFFEREE'S, AND WAS FOUNDED
IN "NO CONDITION TO CONTINUE" $#$$$$ cENSERED! HAS BEEN
NAMED CHAMPION AND HAS THE RIGHT NOW
TO EXCEPT THE TITLE HE REJECTED, DUE TO HIM NOT REMEMBERING THE VICTORY.( HE WAS UNCONCUSS FROM A DDT BY $@#$$ BOOP! WHO WAS KNOCKED THE BLANK-OUT BY A MASKED MAN WEARING A PAIR OF KNUCKS MADE OF MIGHTY PUTTY.( THE MASKED gUY'S NAME IS "NAMELESS".
WE NOW WILL HOLD -UP THE WORLD TITLE, WHICH WILL BE FILLED, IN A SIX MAN WORLD TITLE MATCH WITH THE FOLLOWING RULES.
WHEN THE MATCH BEGANS, IT WILL BE A SIX MAN BALTTLE ROYALE, WHEN THE FIRST MAN IS ELIMANATED, IT WILL BE A THREE ON TWO TAGTEAM MATCH, AT THE ELIMANATION OF THE SECOND MAN, IT WILL BECOME A A FALL COUNT ANYWHERE(NO DQ) MATCH) AND WHEN WE ARE DOWN TO THREE, IT WILL REQUIRE ALL THREE MEN IN A THREE-WAY..
AFTER THE ELIMANATION OF THE FOURTH MAN, WHEN WE ARE DOWN TO TWO MEN, THE REFERRE WILL CALL THE MATCH EVEN, AND THROUGHT THE FLIP OF A COIN, WITH HEADS BEING WINNER, AND TAILS THE LOSER, WE WILL RECOGNIZE THE WINNER AS CHAMPION, AND THE LOSER AS NUMBER ONE CONTERDER, AND AFTER A BREAK, THE MATCH WILL BEGAN AS A CHAMPION MATCH, WITH ONE FALL AND A 60 MINUTE TIME LIMIT. CHALLENGER VERSES CHAMPION! GOOD LUCK TO ALL CONTENDERS!
Like a Potter, God has a plan and a purpose for us. Like clay, we are filled with air and many impurities.
He places us on 'The Wheel', where we must be schooled. He's ever patient to long endure with our disharmony.
He's beyond tolerant, going the farthest distance with us. He'll bake, shake, remake us; reshape us; return us; resend us;
It's hard to even imagine what good He would not do for us. He's unafraid and freely allows freedom of expression and freewill.
He knows no weakness that disallows Him to release us to our own devices. His Divine Law of Freewill often yield to our hastened demise and destruction.
Many are the tears of God, frequently poured out for the choices we make. But He is bound by His Divine Laws, intrinsically stamped upon His character.
Although He is Omnipotent to do as He pleases, He sometimes prohibits Himself from certain actions.
His Love is also subject to Divine Legalities of Holiness. And His personal attributes never contradict each other.
He is indeed vitally involved in the human condition'; but He forces neither success or failure; and He neither
dictates heaven; nor does He program hell for us. Each destination is a personal preference via free choice.
I must confess, there are times when I wish it were not so. But ultimately, the Father knows best how things should go.
03272017 FB PS Contest, Be Didactic, John Anderson
The president of the United States is Donald Trump
and under his presidency the country is in a slump.
Could it be because of the way it has been managed
with all of the scandal and divisiveness seen to jump?
The style of politics that a leader in office exhibits
determines the country's fate that enables or prohibits
its people to aspire to their true potential and glory
which is why the current situation is one that inhibits.
It's much better to face the truth than hide behind a mask
of one who doesn't take responsibility for their own task
that's performed in such a way, blaming everyone else
for everything that goes wrong, in deception does bask.
Abuse of power often comes with the way one is elected
if the people themselves have of their leader so detected;
and asked to stand before them to face their suspicions,
when there's any evidence of wrongdoing to be inspected.
One is reminded of the saying that goes something like this
given by Abraham Lincoln perhaps to describe the time of his
own presidency that encountered strong opposition in the past
of the country's history that was so far from being one of bliss:
“You can fool some of the people all of the time,
and all of the people some of the time,
but you can not fool all of the people all of the time.”
- Abraham Lincoln
It must be really hard for anyone to live under constant media scrutiny
with the social unrest sparked by a needless death bordering on mutiny
together with all the media reports about issues, the country's in a mess;
the forthcoming elections will tell which way it'll go to regain stability.
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with their words they
embark our minds on a
a journey, a journey to
the garden of Eden, where we
would have jobs, houses, clean water,
electricity, education and better infrastructure.
"Were they claim to have improved our standard
of living".
their words perplex us, traps us, deceives us like illiterate
fools we are, their actions humor us, enlightens us, thrills us,
all in the name of the X.
Their songs takes us back ,back to the days of struggle, sorrow and silence.
Days that paved that gravel road from where we were in 1994.
they do this, all this, in the name of democracy, hiding behind it,loving inside it,
breathing within it, like cacoons, while we make noise like baboons protecting them.
For what?, For them to be rich?, for them to transact our votes for lies?.
damn CAPITALIST.
Their words welcomes offshores with both hands and prohibits my brother from
another border, who suffers because of their policies, protocols, in-competencies, and laws of flaws, from where he comes from. Were the idea of democracy looms on his poor and literate head. Were liberation and democracy was guaranteed, but not freedom. Which looms in my head, were the idea remains on my head, manifest in my heart, runs in my veins, arteries and soul. Where the idea will have to be vowed out, the idea which i will have to pass to my descedants
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