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Alias indomitable invincible
Donald John Trump oozes wrath
inexorably plunging every species
of life toward apocalyptic warpath
mercilessly threatentens world
wide web promising bloodbath
validating ex post facto commander
in chief as nonpareil sociopath
hence... this call to arms gives run
for money challenging any psychopath
lest inevitable according to dead
reckoning prediction of
wisest sages calculated math.
Thus one poetic footsoldier doth broadcast
dire straits emergency, and inveigh
grassroots action mandatory meaning
registered voters must
cast ballot per se
else planet Earth will...
burn thermonuclear gray
rendering oblate spheroid
uninhabitable, I daresay
if bleak forecast father time doth delay
global warming would outweigh
former worst case nihilistic scenario,
nonetheless Gaia will serve
as repurposed ashtray,
whereby inextinguishable fiery storms
approximating calculus of doomsday
nsync with intolerable weather forecasts
if complacency rides roughshod field day
defying lack of immunization oy vey
against opportunistic unfamiliar organisms
viral and bacterial agent provocateurs
microscopic gangbusters
nothing could allay
winning scrimmage play
thinning overpopulation whereby
scavengers make short shrift
plethora once living flotsam and jetsam
perhaps requiring rotting, putrefying,
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now ye might hashtag me chicken little
synonymous to Rome burning,
while Nero did fiddle,
perhaps scaremonger i.e. Cassandra
alamist bah bing away, a realist foaming
at figurative mouth with spittle,
would you believe cautious optimist,
who presents prediction,
while this poem heed whittle.
I smile to the world
And enjoy the warm glance
That is returned to me!
I smile to the world
With a sparkle in my gaze
A sparkle having been placed there
On purpose
Meant to give the world
A hearty jolt
A jolt, willing it to want to smile back
Or even to laugh uncontrollably
Or even to fall to the ground
While grappling its tummy harshly
Suffocated by the massive
Jolly outburst that was caused
By my smile!
But then, such happens
Merely because I hide, in my shadow
My teary face
Teary because I have been inflicted
With the harshness of fate
Once, when the day was dark
As dark as the nether of the deep space
As dark as the unseen mystery that
Surrounds our existence!
Pray, if I smile to the world
Amidst my falling tears
So like the mightiest of all
Mighty waterfalls
Pray, the world would have not
Smiled back
Rather, repulsed
It would have turned judgmental
And would have wrinkled up its nose
And would have turned away from me
Leaving me to cry
Or to pretend to smile
Whichever!
Pray, in my shadow, lies
The cause of my once unsought for fall
As well as the weight it bears
On my life
Pray, in there also lies
The effects that it has on my relation
With the rest of the world!
In my shadow, I am,
But a one eyed doll
With my hair partly missing
My limbs broken
And my body, putrefying!
Why, in my shadow, lies that
Which I wish not to show to the world
Pray, a poet's shadow, is after all
Such a one
Else, she would not have met
With poetry in the first place!
What happens when rotten strange fruit…
Hanging from trees of auction block wood
Become stinking pieces of black flesh…
Dried blood putrefying in murderous streets…?
When crystallized tears of remorse…Laden and
Loaded with explosive grief…Flow down weary
Faces wrinkled by time’s trials, tribulations and
Treacherousness and neglect of freedom, justice
And equality, all become like inconsequential
Sunned raisins and festering sores…?
When visions of deferred dreams become blurred
Realities,
Fogged by the steam of volcanic anger…Pray tell…
What happens?
Pray tell…what happens? And then what?—Please,
Pray tell?!
I tried to be strong, tried to be good
But staggering through hell
I’ve seen things that nobody should
I see the evil radiate and warm many souls
I turned my heart to stone
Thinking it was enough to keep me pure
But evil creeps, hunts me out, I’m sure
Happy and carefree I use to be
Love in my heart, overflowing for all to see
Hateful world, despair is all I now see
Putrefying piece of cold dead meat
Joy there was, now becoming obsolete
We should each keep to our own
I say to those, who turn on me
The pain and hurt you unleashed on me
Keep it afar do not further infect me
Or wrath unknown, you will set me free
You will experience fury like no other
The deepest depths of my inhumanity
Will drive you into infinite insanity
I will have nothing to lose
Retribution to gain
Blackness will be my soul
I will let darkness rain...
(another dark one :-) ...)
The tabby slinkily strutted across the yard
fresh kill held loosely in diamond teeth;
a turtle dove, its tiny head bobbing,
to the lazy rhythm of the loping cat.
A flash of pink spangled collar
around a plump, too fleshy neck
bears witness to a home;
domestication of a sort.
Still warm; the feathers barely ruffled
the offering limpidly dropped with pride
onto soft white cushions of a couch
will be repaid with loving words, treats,
a hand gliding along a soft arched back.
The cat, again among familiar things
will guiltless drowse, exhausted
from the day's first kill.
The dove will rot; its putrefying body
trashed among the other scourings.
Two hatchlings with gaping yellow beaks
wait vainly; abandoned, they too will die.
The cat's companion tends the feeder,
enjoying morning birdsong in her garden.
Turtle doves, red-listed birds,
now, three fewer.
One’s Time
Upon this little blue planet
--------------------------------------------------
One’s time could be as beautiful as a sunset !
One’s time could be as desolate as a desert !
One’s time could be as colourful as a rainbow !
One’s time could be as bleak as storm clouds !
One’s time could be as warm as spring rain !
One’s time could be as scary as a roller-coaster !
One’s time could be as much fun as a carnival !
One’s time could be as boring as a merry-go-round !
One’s time could be as exciting as white water rafting !
One’s time could be as light as a kite upon the wind !
One’s time could be as petrifying as the unknown !
One’s time could be as comforting as mother’s breast !
One’s time could be as uncertain as the weather !
One’s time could be as positive as the spirit of love !
One’s time could be as putrefying as spoiled food !
One’s time could be as nourishing as great cuisine !
One’s time could be as empty and dark as a great void !
One’s time could be as full as our evolving universe !
One’s time could be as moments we jump into with both feet !
One’s time could be as a whole, by sucking the life out of them !
One’s time could be as much, or as little as the choices we make !
One’s time could be as a great adventure !, if only time, we’d take !
B. J. “A” 2
November 10th 2016
Journeying The Fiery Furnace Of Hate…
Once more and again, our hush harbors of audacious faith,
Studded with rainbow stained panes, have become matchless
To the penetrating beams of the putrefying rays of fearful hate:
Veiling the blessings of the sacred cross’s grace and righteousness.
The wayward children of Satan no longer wear their stained sheet
Scorched by the sweltering flames of God’s desecrated trees---
But scroll with ease into the sacred fold where peace and love meet:
With bowed heads---collectively sowing seeds of Grace on bending knees.
It is said that to forgive an erred human mind, is truly and act divine.
It is said that we must forgive frightened minds oblivious to what they do.
What a heavy burden heaped upon the bloody hearts of yours and mine;
May The Most High God forgive my wanting vengeance for me and for you!
Once more and again, let the fiery furnace of hate be drenched with holy water
from above.
Once more and again, let our earthly sojourn leave footprints of victory, unity
peace and love.
This lush green and putrefying smell is in what I rejoice.
Some humidity is enough for me to glide to and fro,
on dead leaves, under rotting branches...among preys and predators;
no limit of land and no society to dictate my behavior.
The earth of God, I revere for the livelihood it provides to me.
I know not why you brought partition in our unique home,
to rule ruthlessly upon me and other jungle lives.
I’m a danger to you with my venom but you are more dangerous
to me with a filthy mind, developed to victimize my race.
You track me even in this deep jungle, no longer your land.
Your toxin is far more toxic; you kill your own unnecessarily!
I work hard to find my survival and protect my family but
you exploit me to extortion, to enhance your own life;
in zoos, in labs, my skin in bags and wallets, my corpse
in museums and paradoxically revere me for fantasies and boons!
I defend my home as you do but segregation and discrimination
is your very nature, foolish man; you are thus doomed to ceaseless misery.
One dances to your rod, one wags its tail while another carries your burden;
you befriend them all deviously to discard them after use.
I pray one day you come back to where you belonged,
in the lush green, to know your worth and recognize God is only one;
certainly not as you describe!
7/02/17
Lost .
Lost, are becoming the possibilities of
– as swords strike vengefully at the soul of
– as knifes, painfully pierce the fragile heart of
– as words of mass destruction blow up all hopes of
– as all the above has added to the putrefying, decaying of
– as they all dissolve ( like acid )away, leaving nothing left of
what might have been acceptable, and in time might
have become rays of hope, curing all, in the, suns light
dissipating the shadows that haunt the darkness of night,
your worlds, from the past, that create all your strife,
leaving so very little left, for expressing, and living life.
I realize, that in all your frustration and pain,
the only way to feel strong, stand tall and gain
is to dump on others parades, with a deluge of rain,
that upon them, leaving your mark, will be a stain
for all to see, to believe, and that belief to maintain,
as you sing your dirges to them, to me, to all you refrain.
B. J. “A” 2
August 28th 2003
Donning sable spots on buff hearts:
With all the resolve an’ brutality
They pursue their prey;
Stopping at nothing but the
Quarry’s final gasp for a breath
They’re the pillaging African wild dogs:
So unflagging in the heart an’ rigid on feet
The ultimate hecklers of
He who stitches for others,
The one who gets lost on the way
They’re the invincible African wild dogs:
In deadly packs an’ persistent in manner
They grip their prey an’ rip it apart -
Preferring the budding an’ the hapless
That’s how they are; ferocious!
The resolute African wild dogs:
Heartless an’ inexorable, though
Oft their kill in no time they devour whole
Or a hunk excruciatingly torn off alive
Such ruthlessly merciless, so they are!
The cold-heart’d African wild dogs:
A time pinn’d down with an ample boulder
Or other piece with an equally sound weight
For now, the frenzy snappings an’ snarling
Render fleeting peace in the mottled hearts of theirs
Devouring an’ feasting like they do
On the now putrefying sworn enemy!