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Tomorrow comes, and lo and behold
WMD, Weaponry - Middle East stranglehold
Chemical Scuds, conventional too
What will Saddam's madness do.
Visions of - Gulf No 1
Burning wells under our lovely sun
OPEC panic, its not their day
Millions of guns back out to play.
Armada's sailing, many ships
RFA's - make many trips
Tommohawks, 2000 pounders
Shake the earth, humans thunder
Tommo's screech across the sky
Where they land, there's sure to die
The innocents will have their say
As Western Arnaments have their play.
Journalists report on the horrors of war
What the Hell are we fighting for
A barrel of Oil, a bucket of sand
Its not a reality i can understand.
Coalition forces encroach on cities
Where Saddam's men showed no pity
These were his people, they should be alive
As all countries, should live and thrive.
His previous demean, to his Children and men
Like gassed Basra, deathly den
Chemical Ali, on the order of he
Dispicable happenings, in their own country.
Bagdad, capital of mythical age
Bruised and battered by modern rage
Rockets and bullets falling like rain
Killing and maiming, screams of pain.
BBC, Fox News - CNN
Reporting whats right, is it right for them
Troops a searching, for the reasons there their
Weapons of MAD, who actually cares.
Hidden away in deserts of sand
Chemical weapons, poisonous glands
Scud launchers, with conventional heads
Israeli people, cant sleep in their beds
What gives Iraqis, some Arabs too
To do the things, we see they do
Is it scriptures past, transcribed through the years
Now on our doorsteps, forgotten fears.
Through CIA Intellegence in 2002
Drew the path, US troops move through
Down the gun barreled highway, enemies so few
Insurgents not many, taken out as they do
Abrahams spray, thier bullets so fair
To take down the Guard, who should stop us there.
Invasion in place, Marco Polo would say
Like Hanibal, they all have their day
Should they be here, in our country i say
Where will they be tomorrow, i can only pray.
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/war.php
Continued part 2
The use of a mask or scarf
When covering ones face
What lasted a year and a half
People still no sense of space
When told avoid close proximitry
Even those who were close to us
As those with real low immunity
Affected more so by the virus
When following the two meter rule
Rules by which many did not abide
As never did seem to apply to all
When warned about going outside
The constant news report"
The daily update!
People feeling distraught"
Now becoming quite irate!
As being in total isalasion'
Not seeing friends and family!
Some taking advange of situation"
Like all of the unseen criminal activity!
A lot of peoole wete stock pilling!
With no concideration for others"
Like those who were proffiting!
Showed their true colours"
Their were quite alot of us"
Making use of the internet!!
Trying we all were to ajust;
To this great reset!!
Wheather working from home'
Or if it was shopping online!
The streets we could not rome"
What felt like a sureal time!
From morning light until 6pm at night,
I'm behind the scenes curating delight.
With tones that echo on your radio,
blending local stories into audio.
In the heart of waves, where frequencies ascend,
from AM to FM, radio signals extend.
In the realms of airwaves, where voices roam,
broadcasting melodies that are heard at home.
With many dials, meters and buttons galore,
producing shows, which listeners adore.
Weaving scripts to ensure presenters flow,
creating playlists of songs people know.
Colleagues call me the conductor of sound,
composing themes to entertain all year round.
Preventing silence from all transmissions,
making life easy for my technicians.
Inviting guests from a wide range of places,
from different backgrounds and new faces.
On standby to report on breaking news,
using social media to increase the views.
Monitoring projects are in my domain,
there's also an apprentice I have to train.
It's not just about navigating the studio,
I compose the moments that make hearts glow.
Honey, have you seen my keys?
Dear, let the dog out please.
I thought I left them on the table.
Pick up some bread, if you are able.
I knew we should have made a spare set.
To Debby’s party, I am sending regrets.
How cold is it out, did you see the weather report?
Did you take the invitation from the mail I did sort?
Do you think my sweater will be too thin?
Dear, please let the dog back in.
I’m going to be late if I can’t find the keys to the car!
Oh, here’s the invitation – with the bills they are.
What was I wearing yesterday when I came inside?
I’ll tell her we’re busy, the real reason I’ll hide.
Maybe I left them in the pockets of my pants.
She might not want to hear we are going to a dance.
Honey, I found them, now I’ve got to go.
Have you even been listening to me, Joe?
Um, sure…I’ll pick up some milk on my way home.
Bread, Dear...Did you give the dog a bone?
Don’t have time, Honey, you know I’ve got to run.
See you after work, Dear. Have yourself some fun.
Dance!!! What dance!?
Oh, your keys are in your pants.
Now that you're about to graduate
what does your life have in store
i know you think that you just cant wait
but life gets harder now! than ever before
and you really have come into adulthood
in other words you think you're grown
i bet you'ld leave right now if you could
so desprate to get out on your own
yea! baby life looks so exciting on the outside
and you just feel you need to right there
but life can take you on quite the ride
cause it's a game the never plays fair
i know at time you think we were mean
or as parents we were often hard
because we asked you to keep your room clean
or just to bring home a good report card
you remember the times you were scared
or the times when you was just feeling blue
you came to us then cause you knew we cared
and only meant the best for you
there are time i must agree
that i might have yelled or gotten a little loud
but you know just between you and me
you've always made me proud
so as you go out into this creul world
please be judgemental in the things you do
just remember you'll always be my little girl
and my heart will forever be with you
by: Poet destroyer
I investigated many poems today
Friendly people on this (Love Boat)
Everybody different in their own way
The evidence I found is hidden in every poetry line
Mysteriously, one poet comes from (Fantasy Island)
I am filing charges on the lady
Who welcomes you to the soup
Leaves you a comment, without reading your identity
Today I read a report on the supernatural.
Billies demons vs' (Charlies Angels.)
Investigating a woman who poets you advise, gee's how nice
I will give her a ticket, for making me feel guilty as can be
How about the clown who does not wear a rubber nose.
He puts on a show with his pen and paper (THAT IS TALENT)
He is using his ego another way
He makes us laugh, with one whip of his Belt
I will not release the name on the depressing poem I read
For her, I will stop traffic, and move everyone out of her rain
Her words made my heart bleed
A warrant goes out to the girl who used too much imagination.
I actually got to see tongues to tongue vividly.
I will never ticket the poet queen
Murder she wrote and got away,
I do not know who is the John Doe I found today.
I will be reading his poetry file.
To make sure, he is not misleading this investigation.
I also confiscated an old antique or two
Unique skills found in their retired war shoes
I did my undercover work on a serial killer case on the soup.
That is one report I did not want to picture
I hope the writer will bargain for a life sentence
In a paradise so Green.
I will soon end my file, and turn in my report about Big Foot
After I arrest them ladies who write about butterflies
It is against the law to lead us on a goose chase
We are nowhere near (A highway to heaven)
I have to go join a (S.W.A.T.) team.
To raid the aliens who invade (The little house on the prairie)
I call this group the (A team)
You know A-liens team who you are.
Someone just posted bail
For the girl who blinded us all
She wore her neon converse a straight ticket to jail
I am on a manhunt locating a molester
Every time she is spotted in a pick out line
She comes back and deletes her trade
Erasing her only profile, just to edit all over again
This coming from a crooked cop, (Magnum)P D
Reporting live on the poetry soup
I'm a little bit crazy
Sanity hasn't been found lately
Laughing uncontrollably at the unbelievable
The chaotic mess in my head is inconceivable
Stupid lights my fuse
Love tangles my noose
Every which way but loose
The inmates have control of this Asylum
The sugar cookies are already done
Lies made from gold
Dreams of hands so cold
Mind meld of the Vulcan sort
Remnants of sense in my Sanity Report
Randomness and self doubt has bad timing
Nightmares have no silver lining
Highest of highs and lowest of lows
Full throttle is the only way I know
Life smacks me in the face on the daily
Light is harder to find lately
Fear not only for the dark ahead
But for the laughs that come from the voices in my head
Laughs could mean the voices r happy
Unless it's evil like the clown named Slappy
Really, evil wasn't the intention
But I'm sure she is who I was going to mention
Things can get dicey when u can't see through the smoke
Some things left unsaid and hopefully nothing broke
Blah Blah Blah
Wah wah wah
Jokey joke joke
Make fun and poke
Maybe end it with a quote
"In ur mind is the only place wishes hold hope"
Maybe too................................real
Maybe too................................deep
Maybe too much from............inside
Maybe too much......................you
Exactly where I want to be ^
Risque, naughty, maybe shouldn't have
Don't worry, I won't tell anybody u liked it
But what if someone asks
I got it!
I'll just tell them....
It was just the ramblings of a poet
High Priests and Priestesses of Environmental Conservation
My comrades and I hereby present our observations
In light of runaway climate change and glacier-melt
That among our brothers and sisters is so keenly felt
We see no other course but to revert to our former ways
For if not, our future will soon dwindle to a matter of days...
Hence, we recommend retiring all motor-powered transportation
Returning to the trusty burro and steed for all our vehicular needs
A ban we must institute on all electric lights
Let us restore the wax candle to its rightful place in the night
Last, but not least, an immediate halt to all technological development
Returning to our native roots, to be one with Nature in envelopment
O, High Priests and Priestesses of Forward Thinking
Please accept our report ~ knowing that our window for change is shrinking
Head spinning, hands to the brow, eyes searching, nothing is found.
No whistleblower in sight, not here, not there, not anywhere!
But wait!! There’s a crime that has been committed somewhere!
Nervous witnesses with eyes darting, say they have heard NO bribes.
Some have never met the accused, some have not been in the timeline!
But wait! There has to be bribery out there on the horizon somewhere!
All of them testify with opinions because evidence cannot be provided.
But wait! The highest crime of the country has been committed!
The accused is not allowed to have counsel present to defend himself!
The accused is called a fraud, a criminal, instead of innocent until proven guilty!
Secret meetings with depositions are held behind closed doors in a bunker room!
Manufacturing testimony by ‘one side’ and others are not allowed inside!
A long awaited investigative report of information for the other side, not complete.
It is looming for the accusers, as they rush from dark, thunderous clouds.
Because God forbid, there may be some truth in this report that is brewing!
Every day, no due process happens as more heads spin, day after day after day!
As if one side holds the other hostage for the country to witness in our dismay!
But wait! Aren’t there two sides of this argument, with two sides of the story?
Two sides welcome to their own documents, evidence and witnesses to call?
No, there isn’t and suddenly, what is happening has never been seen!
Gavel slamming, opinions, arguments about tweets, hearsay and name calling!
Swirling around like a swarm of nasty bees ready to attack and sting!
That’s it! The ‘sting’ will bring impeachment of the president of our country!
The problem is, the sting hurts and who suffers from all this crazy disarray?
We the people, of a country that was once called the ‘UNITED’ STATES OF AMERICA! That's right the USA!
11/19/19
*Entry for the disarray poetry contest. Sponsor: Nina Parmenter
When playing basketball
being tall is best it's thought
but that's not all
wearing saggy baggy shorts on the court
needs keen hand-eye coordination
plus being fleet of foot
and have no quibble with dunk or dribble
if through the hoop a Wilson you wish to put.
As for American football
boring from the sideline I find
it's more talk less action
namby-pamby as opposed to rugby
which is wilder less calmer
and without all the body armour
now there's a game with some traction.
America's pastime baseball
is another matter
whether pitcher or batter
with Rawlings or Slugger
when on the mound I have found
unlike soccer or rugger
before a ball the hurler throws
and the pitch is hit or caught with a mitt
first rearrange the private parts in public
twitch the cap and then spit.