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Slewed and screwed by another Farage barrage
No longer a skewed malicious mirage
Stronger imbued with pernicious camouflage
Wronger spewed such vicious sabotage
Doom Monger crude officious collage
Slewed and screwed by another Farage barrage
Rabble rousing by ghoulishly espousing
Nige will oblige and foolishly perform
Leader and feeder of each reader
Preach on every seedier media platform
Separate the wheat from the chaff
Oi Oi hoi polloi hate ploy to annoy
Deform is now somehow the new norm
Just naff spaff for Reform riff raff
Slewed and screwed by another Farage barrage
Public school fool cruel rule at large
Faustian now Trumpian drool tool in charge
Attacking…spits dismal dimwits ransacking
Society in bits because of these gits
The entirety cracking by fracking Farage
Abysmal Brits twits’ backing hacking
Downed & drowned in sewer spewer discharge
Slewed and screwed by another Farage barrage
The agenda to go on a racist rant rampage
Malignant belligerent immigrant bender centre stage
Scary animals lairy trapped in a rage cage
Bashing gender and any woke offender
Views shunt the news take the front page
Bespoke cloak to stoke the healthy wealthy
Choke broke folk...stealthy..slashing
Tax to scratch that rich b***h itch
Poleaxe..abuse the yoke but will still bewitch
Vicarious defender of the nefarious splendour
Of this salacious mendacious joke bloke Pretender
Slewed and screwed by another Farage barrage!
Palindrome Poem...Reverse Verse about our Perverse Universe
(flip gravity.. what goes down must then come up - sorry..read down then back up)
"In this place we all call home
Monstrously Machiavellian
Doesn’t have to be
Islands of strangers
Ominously Orwellian
Tribal totems & talismans tome
Demagogic
Or
Pedagogic logic
Instead could still see
Rangers free from dangers roam
Embraces spaces for all races & faces
Riffs not tiffs with what ifs
Fracking probe..ransacking the globe
Attacking our cerebral lobe
Saluting high falutin polluting.. evolution?
The earth burns as it turns..on its axis
Heed the greed creed..poleaxes
Pay your taxes?
Plead to feed those in need
One man struggles while another relaxes
The solution…revolution?
Oceans just toxic potions
Due to noxious notions
Wary of the lairy scary Dairy Fairy
Much as I try.. won’t lie
Can hear that guy..Jamiroquai cry
Emergency on planet earth!
Red herring or derring do or die
Demonstration or veneration of deforestation
Placards do the hard yards versus lanyards
Deny or defy.. scorched turf?
What’s it worth?
Torched by the debauched
Wince..since birth a serf?
Log in to your singed noggin
They’ve binged..impinged
In the middle of a fiddle & diddle riddle
Damn it this is our planet
Taking the piddle
Avarice hubris bliss
In this place we all call home"
Word Painting In Black and White
Cubed ice dismantling the plank bridge with pliers
made of syrup spilled with a dash of grief and brawn
the reptilian doughboy mixes up another cosmic batch
of truth cookies designed to mislead with wishes of
the big power grab all manifesting inside the largest
television set ever devised with a flat screen as big as
a flying saucer that has at last come down to earth
so large and compelling my eyes were sucked out of
my sockets for five seconds of blind purgatory something
I thought of as an impossibility what with the moon landings
in the last century and all the heart transplants with
a dozen doctors dedicating a day of grueling hours with
silver forceps and scalpels designed to cut and close
as with all relationships between a tight skirt and a mustache
on the floor by a black vent kissing with fingers touching and
moans muffled by the hand of fear there on the green carpet
in a mad darkness by the black vent and the trees with lemons
invading from days and decades earlier when young women
found the tile smooth and electric with sharp tingling sensations
on naked nubile skin rubbed down with cold creams made of fish
ransacking a thousand anchored ships with knives made of pearl by
old pipe-smoking hippies who make love all day with sprawling girls
looking for hot thrills inside gardens made of stone and bootleg love.
Fierce fighting raged, but surprise was gone,
the Americans rallied and pushed hard,
the Indians fell back, out of the ravine,
the patriots driving them that far.
Hand-to-hand combat broke out brutally,
with knives, clubs, and rifle-stocks,
Iroquois would wait until patriots fired,
then while they reloaded, charge with tomahawk.
Herkimer saw his people being killed,
so he ordered them all to pair off,
one man would fire, the other would load,
now It was the Indians who felt sharp loss.
The killing continued, on through to morn,
until a thunder storm broke over the field,
the fighting quieted but neither side budged,
neither side put down powder or steel.
But as the storm passed, back at Stanwix,
the garrison heard of Herkimer’s plight,
they charged out into the near empty camps,
putting the few British still there to flight.
They plundered and pillage all that they could,
ransacking and stealing their supplies,
when word reached the battle, the Indians turned,
now it was their turn to be surprised.
The broke from the field, ran for the camps,
but when they arrived they saw it was too late,
the garrison had retreated back to the fort,
with their spoils behind a barred gate.
At Oriskany, Herkimer held the field,
so by the standards of the day he had won,
but neither side had gained that much from it,
despite all the bloody work that was done.
The patriots were too savaged to continue on,
to damaged to hope to lift the siege,
they retreat back east, to Fort Dayton,
to see to their wounds and their needs.
St. Leger found himself in a terrible spot,
supplies dwindling, his camp ransacked,
to make matters worse, mad Indian allies
started slinking off, not to come back.
Not long after another relief column,
led by a general who’s name won’t be said,
marched for Stanwix, convincing the Brits
they had little chance of not being bested.
St. Leger ordered his forces to retreat,
back to Canada his troops did go,
and the British plan to split the colonies
suffered from its first heavy blow.
Herkimer didn’t live to see that day,
his wound quickly became infected,
when the time came to amputate his leg,
it was botched up, and quite freely bled.
At least the brave man got to die in his home,
and his name is recalled in glory,
he remains a hero in upstate New York,
for his courage at Oriskany.
Society getting worse cracking due to stupidity
Impropriety online so terse lacking any civility
Notoriety as attacking the diverse with hostility
Perverse aloof piety sacking truths no humility
Climate crisis averse backing fossil fuel futility
Oligarchs ransacking coerce with total impunity
Fracking to fill their purse another commodity
Snacking on the universe… despite its fragility
Hijacking but won’t reimburse any community
Whacking any protest…disperse in perpetuity
As hacking bots traverse at every opportunity
Migrants a curse sent packing as no immunity
No backtracking won’t reverse just absurdity
Won’t converse smacking those in impecunity
Kayaking above while immerse us in toxicity
Stacking Mother Nature on a hearse duplicity
BUT
Democracy averse just gerontocracy senility
Sacking due to perverse hilarity over polarity
Chapter & verse stop the slop no complicity
Won’t let curse of divinity go on for infinity
Clarity only charity ends gravity of depravity
Be a friend and nurse so can end the sterility
Go on rehearse and then will find tranquility
Don’t be adverse beyond lies some serenity
Intersperse with small wins…such simplicity
Happiness love & kindness is the holy trinity
Don’t hate frivolity has ability to create jollity
Does enhance...Americans say happenstance
Generosity and lovely luminosity of curiosity
A delightful dance of chance I call Serendipity
There are many,
the threads of a public life
always unravelling
into more sadness.
We read of so and so
and his ending
her dire departing.
The sadness is a gesture,
an acknowledgement
that we knew all along.
Last days
withdraw into a quiescence,
a sequestering of parables
within a closed room.
A meddling hearsay awakens
a salacious interest;
columns of gossip
followed by
a tell-tale unearthed.
One more pinch of sadness
investigated, exposed.
The tarnish remains the sadness.
An extraordinary life
left broken by the ransacking,
the endless peeping
of post-obituary years.
Jolted out of my sleep state,
I'm weary-eyed --- it’s 4 am.
It takes a minute to clear the haze
as I wake to the scent of distant fires.
Recalling the news of yesterday,
slowly reality begins to set in:
we’re not in danger here, but virgin
forests to the north are being decimated.
What of the wildlife? What of the secluded dwellings?
What of the fear and drama now filtering through the air?
A thick smog reeks of many fires, furiously gaining,
ransacking everything within their path.
As the tragedy strikes just within reach,
my heart melts with compassion.
Yet I close all windows tightly,
knowing there’s not a thing I can do.
They need a downpour desperately
– if only tears and prayers could help.
But our pleas go unanswered;
only heavy rains can save what’s left.
AP: 2nd place 2023
To Thief
Poem
Lionel Derbyshire
Thief
His seed is to steal
With his fingers long of sorrow
He will have no regrets tomorrow
Looting and ransacking freely
Escaping plainly and frankly
Everything is now on his back
His sneaky goal is now infamous
He just doesn't control himself
About his habit of stealing ways
His mother will regret him.
The addict who breaks and steals
Released with permission from a court
He will permit to steal again
His stinky hands mess up the house
He stealth's here and there
And activate the alarm
The landlord hears a noise in his house.
Thief is caught with dagger in his hand
His grin is shocked
Unforgiven he is shot dead
Two bullets in the head
To Thief
Do not steal.
Bewitched with irri-
tating glows,they ransacks the
purse and 'ijawo'; those rats!
Breaking news;
The Headline: "3 husky rats
ransacking the purse of the nation."
The news: As noted in the
headline of today's consciousness-leaking
news. We'll have to say this with
Annointed regret that 3 hoodlums
With pointed teeths had just robbed
the nation of a frugal amount
of papers. Hence, the federal
government had just concluded to
Deep their anxious hands into the
weeping purse of the nation,with regards to
buying a distilled insecticide
to eliminate the husky hoodlums.
Hence,the federal government has
taken '4 billion naira' to carry out
this operation,respecting the uninterested
interest
of the masses. Here is the news.
N.T.A 7:00pm. Deola......"
Prophesy has come to
pass. 'Ekule Ole' and cray fish
not worth than #5,000. When
mingled and moistured can
conspicously carry out the opera-
tion successfully. Then why
'4 billion naira?'- won't accept this
offer if to me offered.
Such amount for rats?........
Hmmm....these rats!
Who are these rats?-
Rats with two hands,two
eyes,two legs,a nose.
Rat whose glottis is active.
Full of themselves,claiming rights
Graced with deceptive life swimming
and vividly drown in ocean of lies.
These rats!
Leaves their abode at
mid-day,travels to other
forests to hunt riches.
Hunt?..... No!, squander the
riches they've gotten from
the purse of their masters- suffering
masters.
After showcasing their wealth
In those forest. Then,they'll
saunter back into
the waiting cupboard and steal
'Meats from pots', 'Eat some part of
the bread- they're already satisfied'.
They'll resume their usuall relay.
And return the same circle.
Maybe you know those rats.
Those rats on Agbada-mehn!
Driving luxurious jeeps,living
in braw duplexes bewitched with
fumming air conditioners.
Those rats that are always hungry-
contending for post and Ranks.
Buying different PARTS for their
Draining CARS.
Hope you know these rats.
I think we truly need to
eliminate these RATS with
Iron insecticides,pushing them
into the ocean of remonstration
and patriotic regrets. Those
RATS should go through those famished
Bullets!.
Or what do you think?
Hmmm.....these rats!
17:01:09:13:11
Get out of my head mister chatterbox!
Ransacking treasure trove
of maximum headroom.
To remedy a fate worse than death
or orange hair oaf becoming
forty seventh president
or contracting one
of several viral diseases named pox
permeate heavy shut tight door
with numerous deadbolts
and sophisticated locks
and impossible mission to out fox
analogous to roach infestation,
who favor nesting within custom made
Roper men's shoes brand name Docks.
Upon prima facie first blush
me mind's eye all atwitter,
sans long forgotten
"FAKE" sexual exploits
set mum (chrysos anthem) all aglitter,
boot like short order cook I hapt tubby
quickly realized trumpeting collusion,
a near fatal collision course
with Das scribe's antimatter
caw zing friggin insomnia
finding ma noggin scrambled
likesome lithesome cockamamie critter
whipped into frenzy
like battered butter
holy grits, alm manned
in fight of ma life
cause I haint acquitter
baa (jaw edge), ah woe cup feeling
hedged hog extremely bushed 'n bitter,
this raging red bull inside me mind,
now body wheeling wickety wack,
lichen to moss elf gut seasonal litter
bitta asthma - insides
got balled into wah racket
like quietly rioting unfetter
herd plain tennis (see) hens,
gone south tub bespatter
ear rilly jawboning jabberwocky
reducing gray matter,
and all flesh sundered
into meaty platter
to pulverized, irradiated,
cremated... faux fluffernutter batter
analogous tummy Aunt
Jemima's famous flapjacks,
she fantastically fashioned better
than Betty Crocker
tossing spatulated glommed
gook suitable as bonesetter
high as the Taj Mahal,
while she merrily jabbered,
her native patois singsong blatter
all this inaudible clatter
muffled 10,000 maniacs mad as a hatter
madly clangorous dinner cowbells
aroused bacchanalian sybaritic skitter
ring jitterbugging fantasies
of barenaked ladies doth splutter
as bedraggled, frazzled, grizzled...poetry
like cocky rooster that did stutter!