Long Rona Poems

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Lonesome Rona

From Wuhan she knocked on our doors
Where we knew parties and merryings
Where twas party after party livingfree
Now it is lockdowns all over and masks
No more can we lead our lifes carefree

Since she came knocking virulent Rona
Whatever it is you want leave us alone
To merry and party once more in love
Yet one who knocks keeps on knocking
Openup for salvation knockin repetedly

Says the one on the doors of your heart
Sing mine praises alone praise Elohim..

In knowledge that fear is worship stopnow
Do worship none other than The Lord God

Rona are you not but a spent bullet...
Death where is your sting WE bownot
To rona you but an asherah and baali
Idol that men are bid to worship infear

We are but servant of The Most High God
We bow not to fabrications of the enemy


Don'T Give Me No Wackaboob Aka Covid19 Drill Rap

Don't give me no Wackaboob
Don't give me no MotherSmother
Telling me to isolate,
Don't make me your brother!
From HMG to the H To the M to the R to the C
I'm packing my P60,
So you can't audit me
Ain't filing no returns
I'm not paying VAT
Who you calling non Dom
Cummings ain't my cup of tea.
Boris on Lockdown
Rishi broke the bank
Can't get into ASDA
I'm going to get a tank
For my homies
Too late to get away now,
No planes,
no trains,
not playing no games
Ain't never going to back down
Government's going to pay my tent
Before they start the crackdown.
So.............
Don't gimme no Wackaboob
Don't gimme no MotherSmother
If we all isolate
Can we still love each other?

We are the Mother's mothers
Our choice to Wackaboob,
It's time to isolate,
So we don't lose one another.

Sisters on furlough
About time our truth was spoke
Do we want to go back to
the madness and the smoke
Of pollution choking all our kids
Working 3 gigs to survive
And you want to call that woke?
Soldiers on the corner
Doing county lines
Sell your sister for a ten bag
But the Feds don't want to know
They've got the 'rona *****
Wanna check if your buying wrongbow
Or sunbathing in the park
Gotta be a loner,
We're all just flying solo
So....
We are the Mother's mothers
Just have to Wackaboob,
Corona's here to stay
So one way or another
give up our dreams and say
We will protect our brothers
Form: Rhyme

Itni si hain ye dua

"Aankhein aesi, jaise aakash ganga mein behte taarein.
(Eyes rivalling the river of stars in the sky)
 Muskaan aesi, maano suraj ki kirano ko bunn ke banaye.
(A smile spun from the rays of the sun) 
Aawaj aesi jaise tarakhti dhoop mein chhaaon mein chalti hawaayein.
(A voice as soothing as a breeze in scorching summer)  
Tera saath aesa, jaise andheri raahon mein chand ki halki roshni ka sahara.
(Presence reminding of the gentle moon light, guiding through dark routes) 
Tera choo jana manno rab ki duayein" 
(Your touch, so divine/ your touch feels like a blessing from the divine)
Teri gair maijudgi karde mujhe bheer mein akela
(Your absence makes me feel alone in the crowd) 
Tera rona karde mere dill ko beshara
(Your tears hits me with a wave of helplessness)
Zindagi meri rahe ya na rahe...bas tu mere saath rahe
(Cant translate this one. Sorry)
Bas itni si hain is dill ki ye dua
Bas itni si hain is dill ki ye dua...

Premium Member I Ain'T Buyin' It Baby

Have you heard the national pundits scream?
Joe Biden won the election all clean.
But the numbers look crazy
And if you are not lazy
You can take a look and see what I mean.

Observe Allegheny, see what is meant;
Hundred thousand more votes from shrinking tent;
People are moving away;
Democrat county decay;
Record Dem votes implausible event.

See Maricopa, in Arizona.
Look at Kent, Oakland, Wayne, and Washtenaw.
None of the vote counts make sense,
Look; you’ll not be on the fence;
Vote fraud more damaging than the Rona. 




Check out Gwinnett, Fulton, Dekalb, and Cobb.
If you can explain it, I’ll shut my gob.
Voter participation,
Would hold gratification.
If it was not so constricted, but broad.

Examine the vote count and you will see,
Numbers you never see in history.
Vote by mail, horrible plan;
Feast for a dishonest clan.
The numbers shout out, there’s no mystery.
Form: Limerick

Premium Member Christmas 2020

the elves built a new workshop and yes there’s a but
they didn’t use one-call and their phone lines got cut
isolated up north poor Santa missed some calls
he lost the warranty on his sleigh and an order of soccer balls
he missed the call about Rona and the mandate for a mask
Santa had no P.P.E. just some schnapps in a flask
there was a global pandemic much to his surprise
he was stopped on a rooftop and could only see eyes
he was greeted by a cop in a hazmat suit
Santa was drunk without a mask and had to reroute
they took Rudolph to the Zoo and impounded his sleigh
now Santa is under quarantine for the next fourteen days
Form: Rhyme


Premium Member Aint Nobody Coming

Don't clog,read this blog
Careful with the pipes
Don't stop up the toilets,
Cause aint no plumber coming'',
That bad tooth, that hurts to the root,
News flash, ‘ain't no dentist open'.
Separate your garbage,
Garbage man aint doing extra,
No has mask suits or gas mask,
They aint up for the task.!.
Pray on the internet, cause your church is closed.
If the catch you gathering your church will be exposed.
You need to activate your MacGyver,mode.
Eat food that is expired,
pull out your tooth with the pliers,
cut up a sheet and make diapers,
Make hand sanitizer, and wipes;
clean off your cards after you swipe.
Use coffee filters and cotton,
add stretchy cord and cover.
Stand 6 feet away from your brother,
sister, and Mother, an any others.
Grow food in plastic bottles.
Again, I say, you must
learn to maneuver like MacGYVER;
O’ and don’t throw nothing away,
you may need it on the ''May-Day,''
If, when ‘’Rona‘’ Comes your way.
Don't clog, read this blog…
Careful with the pipes
Don't stop up the toilets,
Cause aint no plumber coming',
aint nobody Comin’,
Everyone is running.!
Cause they don’t want Carona.!
Ambulance aint comin’…
‘’Boys in blue aint coming.’’
Everyone is running,
thinking you may have the virus.
Better take the
Herbs, and bush and vitamins.
Better get innovative.
Like the farmer said to the potato
I will plant you now, and dig you later.
So, y'all better maneuver like
MACGYVER, Soul inspiring.
MAKE AWAY OUT OF NO WAY
''Cause ain't nobody comin’.!

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