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Jeffery Snerd Runs for City Council
By Elton Camp
No doubt, of him you must have heard
The candidate’s name is Jeffery Snerd
He has lived in this State all of his life
And he has a local woman as his wife
Of children, they have produced four
Ten grandchildren and expecting more
Jeff goes to church two times a week
When he sees you, he’ll always speak
Earns his living at the auto parts store
He has never run for any office before
But freedom from the least selfish greed
Is the only qualification that he does need
He is a perfect model of civic pride
By all the laws he’ll faithfully abide
Jeff never had even a hint of scandal
There isn’t anything he can’t handle
When to the city council he does rate,
Snerd will bring new jobs to the state
Federal spending he will get in check
And give President Obama the heck
Nancy Pelosi he will drive away
She will have naught more to say
To abortion he will bring an end
If you will make Jeff your friend
Illegal immigration he will stop
Back to Mexico they all will hop
Osama Bin Laden he will grab
And other terrorists quickly nab
Jeff will lower taxes right away
Public trust he will never betray
Foreign aid need not be sought
Since his vote can’t be bought
Foreign leaders he will soon tell
Very politely, “You can go to hell.”
With paying high taxes we are thru
Agreements with you won’t renew
It will be so much to Jeff’s praise
Politicians will get no more raise
Your tax burden he’ll quickly slice
For it, you won’t have to ask twice
That he’s best, here’s a reason why
Never in his life has Jeff told a lie
And such an excellent person as he
Standing for office you seldom see
Besides, it you take a close look
His opponent is little but a crook
His first wife had to get a divorce
Cause he beat her so bad, of course
And other people, I have heard tell,
Know he is a most wicked infidel
All are aware that he is a sorry fink
A sot, he loves evil liquor to drink
Jeffery Snerd is the man of the hour
Solve our problems. Put him in power
For this virtuous man of such great note
Please contribute and give him your vote
I forgive you my dear country
And her ignoramuses
To my televangelists who prophesy
earthquakes
And hellfire
Instead of love and forgiveness
So they steal from the poor
To buy miracles from God;
To my shopkeeper who doubles the
price
Of flour at will
Even before Kidero completes his
speech
On taxes
I forgive you all.
I forgive you, brother
For refusing my handshake
Because I'm well-off than you
As if being rich is a crime.
I forgive you Mr Bossman
For turning down my job application
Though my only un-qualification
Was I failed to belong to your clan.
I forgive you my uncle back home
For perpetually grabbing my farm
Because I'm always in town
Getting a life for myself
When your sons are the chief's
drones
Who grab chickens from helpless
widows
And lynch witches in the village.
I forgive you too my ambitious
cousins
For conning me when you promised
To get me a job in your company
Immediately I'm through with
college.
I forgive you Mr. Policeman
For innocent incarceration
Torture
And hefty fines
Though you know I was innocent.
I forgive you Wamboi
For eating my money
Then running away with my children
And half of my wealth.
To my White brothers who think we
still live in the bush with antelopes
And harass us at their embassies
And airports
I forgive you too.
Before you clone another virus to
kill my people
I forgive you.
To all vagrants who rape our women
And slash the throats of fellow
Kenyans for money
I forgive you all.
To my bright law-makers in
parliament
I forgive you for your lies
I know I will see you again in 2017
In brand new bank notes
And brand new promises
And I will still forgive you.
To my colleagues fighting for
recognition
And job promotions
And wishing me jobless
I forgive you too
Your're just victims of greed
And selfishness.
To my heads of state
Sparking wars at will
Puppets of neo-colonialism
I forgive you too.
It's not in my position to judge
Or condemn you
History will do that.
Lastly
I forgive myself
For being too human
And trusting too much.
Celebrity Dreamscapes
Washington
Wall Street
Hollywood
Nashville
Where regurgitation overflows
And Barmecidal bait boxes
Morph their delights by the hour
All the while
Gluttony's promised feast
Ignorant of cyclic famine
Awaits the pernicious fate-agent
Scouting to burrow like a weevil
The new crop of innocence
Trusting destiny to the winds of chance
Confident redolent success smells
French perfume
Garlic enhanced delicacies
Fresh tanned leather of opulent travel
Are theirs to have
How fragrant the illusory air becomes
The temperature of anticipated fortune's shift
Where once a round-shouldered indigent freshman pounded doors
Now seemingly triumphant
Unknowingly erect as a naked rose stem
With yesterday's portent of rich reward
Rapidly sheds its petals
Mulch for tomorrow's next planting
How fleeting the enigmatic feast of notoriety
Time's incumbent qualification
For re-introducing innate principals
Cautioning today's attention
Is but a requisite for tomorrow's elusive truth
Yet
Fearful of fruitless coming years
Too few embrace cognizance over
Fading Klieg lightsParty snubs
Absent red carpet entrances
A maître d's forgetfulness
Yes
The harvesting of one's experience
Might suffer drought and winds
Scattering past efforts
To but memories of dust
Rather than priceless benchmarks
To reveal the authentic self
Yes
Such a disposition may well make "Being" difficult and distant
Where the "take a number and be seated" readout at DMV
May well become a feared test
Where waiting
Becomes a ticking-off-process
Asking if one can hold onto the simpler distant past
Those surprising coming-of-age sensations
The first time rewards of libations' survival
The generous thank you once felt by the first kiss
And yes...
One's elation upon receiving that first driver's license
We think
We review
We ponder "what price" aspiration
Ambition
So often blind to trickery
Frequently stumbles upon start marks
Not meant to be
Distant finishing lines
Not meant to be reached
Still
One can take a number
And eventually hear one's name called
To be who you are...
Or not
Unifying Theories of Chemistry
Plants react in synthesis
Stimulations sunlight
Breathing the winds causes
Through fluid chains
Reproducing flowering responses
And systematically chemistries
Drive in attractions of curiosity
Stranger love crushes
To your ignition sexual A-symmetry
Produces adrenaline's certain heat
And senses blood pounding
So photosynthetic initiates
The A.T.P. of chemical currency
Splits living links furthering
More simple to more complex
Colour element changing
Leaf green to red Anthocyanin
As well as a suntan
Skins concourse in molecules
Precipitates and reverberates
The bonded genome of D.N.A.
Creating myriad form
Tangent on thoughts
Even dreams
Evolve chemical reactions
While sun by sea explodes
Atomically
The light amino manifestation
Walks among trees
Respiring in cycles
Of exchanging formulations
Alchemy of oxygen’s infusing
And well with emotion
Binds its stanza’s of interpretation
Given word then
Another descriptions connection
To connection
Connected
By a star lights birth
Indivisible this “All” travels
Forth and back to a
Higher or lower osmotic pressure
And back and forth
Between lovers
As waves drawn to beaches
By the gentle pull
Of sands moon distracted
Infatuated affair
With the Earth
This chemistry of love
The chemical of life
Patterns intricate mazes
In a micro-cosmos
Of eternal meaning
And a baby
Is born
While the boundless eternity
Moves and collects
Responsive concurring
Dust mote intercepts
From wide eyes stares
Which interpret
A scene
Of its own manifest beauty
Even in tears of sadness
The ceretonine balances
To intercede with memories
Moments of happiness
The infinite qualification
Of chemical reaction
Clues us in
Yet again
To this fundamental
Unity
Joyous rapture awoke sleeping animalistic giant:
carnal, feral, gonadal horniness in deed, when defiant
this primate crossed figurative
paths with a stunning woman
older than a spring chicken freed
via ma hen nah paws van
jealous (of casual suitors),
when I figuratively crossed urban
paths with delectable dame.
This hedonistic mwm veritable tan
tin nab buell lay shun caged in rein
mister experienced euphoric San
ta Claus gifted encounter merely
approached a female stranger ran
king as absolutely beautiful asper
Samson recounted Delilah, Qan
i.e. qualification assurance notification
within this poetic blurb. Pan
dum money yum (does not come close)
upon entering a nan
oh meter times a gazillion equals
scope of super sized ALDI's, every man
woman, and child could be housed.
This supermarket (anchored lan
did at one end of a string of bungle
low slung businesses conveniently kan
struck ted adjacent to popular stores,
which aligned buildings a haven come Jan
ewe weary, these newly constructed
bricks and mortal portals along Ian
eyesed, seen as primary corridor
i.e. Ridge Pike (linkedin with Han
sill and Gretel recently rural gingerbread
cookie cutter communities). Gan
a mead by Jove, said affordably priced
food store noticed as a fan
tass tick location along the driver side
heading towards Limerick, ean
at dark hours within Pennsylvania).
This patron (me) of aforementioned Dan
dee nofrills modestly priced franchise
espied an available card soon after Can
Nudda entered this outsize place
to buy groceries. Another shopper (a bon ban
Joe plucky strung string apetite
slip sans attractive gracefully aged gal) anan
Just two sheets of paper
Neatly detailed all I have accomplished
A name, a birth right and a school qualification,
And years of which i have toiled that I called experiences,
Experiences borne out of exploitation
In my quest to survive economic hardship.
A factory, A cafe, A sales company, a banking work and others
With all these I still haven't been working smart,
That lack of smartness spells itself as hardship
For I am still to grapple with what smartness meant in this present world.
Where men who work hard can't boast of a pad
For hardwork sometimes doesn't open doors for success.
I looked at those words again
Like a sailor glances through his spy glass
To confirm if truly there behold shore
Or this sea that i set sail has no end to its mane.
So I used the Time New Roman font
May be like the Romans I could capture more minds,
I punched hard at the typing keys
Wishing they could hear its loud pleas.
And made bold my grades
Lest in the interviewer's eyes it fades.
So I gave it a border and placed every word in a table,
Thinking it could hold every word from falling out of place,
Lo! before my eyes all that I have achieved sounds like a fable
When disapproval was boldly written on his face,
For he still could not find that phrase
That could put his inkling in place.
So i need not be told My CV could not be my saving grace.
So I glanced once again through this microscopic lens called thought
Knowing fully well our lives have been wickedly placed in the jaws of certificates
And not in the soothing hands of what a man can offer.
I am waiting patiently for what tomorrow has in its coffer
While hoping this tide does not grow rougher.
Sometimes the child limits his growth
a friend of mind could not read
asking him why he stated
"the more you learn"
"the more you have to argue about"
People act on their beleifs
violence, corruption, inhibitions
all come down to your inner beleifs
as a child Dave developed this idea
The more you learn
the more you argue
granted it was wrong
his life is full of arguements
My son was also very talented
always got A's going through school
he had the ability
to become anything he wanted
yet he developed the idea telling me
"There is no point in studying
there are qualified people
that can't get into work"
Granted he was right
pointing our that two trained
nurses where working at
a supermarket
sometime if we over train
in one field
we find two many people
for the jobs we can supply
yet apart of me knows
those girls with the nursing
qualification could have travelled
could have found jobs
Knowledge leads to success
I wonder what those girls are doing now
bet they don't work in the
supermarket any more
A fiend of mine trained up
in medical science
he wanted to help overcome cancer
but that is not where reality placed him
now he helps design
systems for immigrants
coming into the country
he found a good job
perhaps not what he dreamed
but still it lead to his success
not that my son didn't succeed he did
he found a job in management
has a son and knows how to enjoy life
I don't see him much
but I am still very proud of him
life does not give you
every thing you dream
sometimes you wake up in the morning
and find the unexpected happens
sometimes it's better than expected.
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Form:
Homeward James: by Bill
For the king hath arisen
nsync with royal couture
decked out and bedizened
to the nines resplendent blindingly,
I telly you to envision
colorful dress exploding,
qua gaudy flashy
gold flecked fission,
this quotidian get
up courtesy commoners
copious colossal co-gent
coffers, stoking inquisition
condemning criminals
(predominantly crude
crepuscular Cro-
Magnon like creatures)
amidst a bloody
sea of crimson
and clover, where within usurped
hinterlands, there flourishes
enslavement jurisdiction
hard (heart sell) earned manumission
thru sworn fealty to attend
willy nilly, and
pamper ruling powers,
sans whimsical nocturnal necessitation,
especially eunuch horns
dill agent allegiance,
asper unquestioned prurient qualification
eventually (meaning soul posthumously,
quintessentially, and
subsequently) acquiring redemption,
plus bridging the gulf
between life and death,
viz longed for unification
as penultimate non plus
ultra holy communion
despite disparate, distinct,
and diverse denomination
afterlife automatically bespeaks,
concedes, and decrees equalization
erasing mortal edicts
against fraternization,
whereat atheist and/or orthodox
religious attain graduation
figuratively hewing eternal
(fashioning noteworthy Gabriel)
angelic exhaltation heavenly melodies
exhorting glorious habituation
incorporating individuals
into idealogical institution.
As the days draw out I spy a human-heron trying his patience and mine,
trying to persuade the wind by genuflecting before it on this sunny quite
late afternoon to lift this bird-man to be converted between the rugby posts
to get two points for the union code as if it a ritual or a qualification for this
bi-cameral being to float over this fen on the edge of their and our England.
A whisper of cloud is the only object to adorn or besmirch the winter blue
sky as it cops out of converting between the post, teases the reddish tall
trees and salutes the sunset on a horizon that it is said by foreigners from
elsewhere in England go mad as though adrift in a a of land that mimics
the North Sea horizon as two streaks of sunlight cross behind them in
warning at this creatures presumption as the human-heron stretches his
wide wings and lands in the inimitable determined and ungainly manner.
The next few days are not my mobile's as we are being celled by dirty
gloomy, cloudy, cold, snow flaked weather; weather that in Britain only
exists so that family, friends, neighbours, and strangers from near and
far can have something not too controversial to talk, moan about, and to
indulge in that pleasant pastime of agreeing that if the weather is good
to the human-heron and us we will have to pay for it even if it is only the
wrong choice wearing clothes over our human or human- heron selves.