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Michael Donald Doublespeak
Was a nasty sort of bloke
Streams of contradictory things
Came out as Michael spoke!
From out of one side of his mouth
He'd shower you with praise
Telling folks how wonderful you are
And how he's so amazed!
The other side was opposite
Spread rumours about your past
Lying bout the things you did
An evil unsurpassed!
Hurt that's caused by doublespeak
Can never be repaired
Once those hurtful words are said
They float out on the air!
So don't you be a doublespeak
Be kind to everyone
You never know what evil lurks
When two mouths speak from one!
© Jack Ellison 2014
Eve’s serpent is no competitor for Dotwin.
Dotwin betrays your trust faster than she can learn your hair color.
A trickster, she glories in people’s misery.
“Oh, sorry,” she says. “I did not know that was a secret.”
Spreading bad news faster than the Internet,
She sneaks around at work, listening to private conversations
That are now never private. Making up part of the story
is also part of Dotwin’s exclusive charm.
All conversations cease when she enters the lunchroom.
Not noticing, she proceeds to readily fill the gap with self promotion.
She has been trying to find a new job for six months now,
Unfortunately, her reputation has preceded her.
We may be stuck with the only teacher who has ever
Smashed a brand new computer to prove to the computer techs
That it can be smashed, during the introduction seminar
Where one announced it was a resilient child-proof computer.
Child-proof, certainly.
Dotwin-proof? Not so much.
Whenever it is dark tonight the nocturnals will sooner
take over that any sort of human's colonisation?,
or whenever there is a plague or drought or confrontation
or grudges or war a little of it's whispers and rumours
or somethings murmuring most especially hither
or thither?.
The assumption is very likely an elegy blue or hide- and- -
seek game or fantasy or mystery of discovery or
fascination?.
Yes, the assumption is that the day's business is
wonderful and so lovely blossoming?, why then keep
aside some or sneak in and out like tom and dog and cat
and dragon?.
Why then so shaping the glass and cling to the stone?,
wishes of mystery?.
As your immediate boss and superior
It behoves me to have to inform you
Your services are no longer required
A formal letter of termination will ensue!
It has nothing to do with performance
You've really done an admirable job
Believe me, I've tried hard to ignore them
The rumours from everyone's gob!
You've stepped over the line, my friend
With this affair that has people talking
Each time you walk through the office
Sure you've noticed people gawking
I've tried really hard to turn a blind eye
And attempted to keep it hush hush
But now I just can't ignore it anymore
I'm beginning to turn into a lush!
Normally it's not a reason for dismissal
But you've caused me to endure such strife
That I must consider this a special case
Coz the partner in this affair is my wife!
Look but don't see! a new World is being made
its fabric is interwoven with a strength of inconsistency
It teaches in pre-schools that
Run from 9 am until 6 with
The children of other lost children who are
Called parents. 'Parents’. It’s a useful
Word!! in this useless world.
That has re-modelled and fetes the
Carnal old realities of blood
Lusting empires of Olympian
Depths.! Trans-ported to Roman orgies to be impressed upon its young captives as their elders run the gamut of ‘endless hours in a
A bean counters paradise.'
Dealing with the cobbled together mantra of consumer ideologies as false idols strut across energy
Wasting screens there are wars, wars on waste wars on want, on pollution, on many many things. These are the
Rumours! also there are real wars
There are earthquakes famines but the end is not yet! viruses in the computers
A virus on the flesh, upon the
Men, who have become lovers of themselves.
©Joe Maverick 31-3-2020
Now I know you met with Sarah and she got in your head
and I guess your bitter brother egged belief what she said
cus he was born a bitter bugger always hating upset
so both of you chose to pursue a truth she had set
but for months I had told you the daily things she'd do
the rumours, the slander the set ups and scandals
that you, such a good mate would humour as untrue
along with your brother out to hang me to dangle
and after ignoring my stories you now seek an angle
as Sarah, a stranger to you had plan to
typically motivated by hate your brother helps handle
you both treat me horrid seeking facts and proof
remember how I didn't matter as accusations flew
always subtly done but always miles off cue
attitudes towards me stood out, something new
eyeing bigger fish my eyes weren't clocked on you
in hindsight a sore thumb, the sun or the moon
as I lost my job you carried on through
until she behaved a way which shifted the mood
you get me a job... thinking I now owe you
And I let you mate, but the friendship was through
you believed a stranger over a mate
your brother was happy helping as it's what he do
now you claim I'm strange with a delusional hate
a job I loved I lost and the job you replaced
you treated me nasty and showed you're two faced
listening to strangers and your brothers embrace
he lost friends then yours too, this is what took place
INTERVIEW WITH AN ANGEL
Way back then, Noah had clearly read the signs
Here and now, so very few of us are left
I’m Goliath, frontman for the Philistines
Without my trusty visor, I am bereft
But I am very tall, and not a small ‘un
With his sling, David did seem to be so deft
Some might say that my ego may be swollen
I was up there once, but I am now down here
As an angel, I am considered fallen
There are a lot of rumours that you will hear
All about my having risked both life and limb
But no need for pity, nor to shed a tear
I’m but one of what were many Nephalim
Yet unlikely to ever feature in any hymn
At the British History Museum, we met
To discuss our future plans
An expedition beckons
To a far forgotten land
Rumours had been rife
Of a plateau on this lands
Where time had stood so still
With ancient beasts, oh so grand
Down by the Thames
We load the Cargo's for our trip
Scientists and Paleontologists
Are with the crew of our ship
We set sail in the morning
Heading for Cape Horn
Many weeks we will travel
If we survive the Atlantic storms
A shout from the crows nest
Land of the starboard side
Tierra del Fuego archipelago
To the shore we gently guide
Our expedition now landed safely
All personnel and supplies
Tomorrow our search starts
We will see has time defied
We set off towards the mountains
Enjoying the scenery as we go
The closer we get inland
Species of plants we did not know
We arrive at a clearing
Beside a meandering river
It was at this point
My body began to shiver
For just above the clouds
There appears to be some land
This must be the plateau
To scale it, has to be planned
We shall wait a few days
To watch the mists appease
And determine a route to climb
With care and utmost ease
The morning has arrived
Up the plateau steep we go
The air begins to get thinner
As our breathing gathers slow
Vines and lush impede us
Giant ferns with thorns so cutting
Rocky pinnacles exhaust our climbing
Perseverance overcomes their jutting
Our climb has left us jaded
We shall rest overnight
For in the morning we will continue
To hopefully witness forgotten sights
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Wild rumours spread that Justice Jones had died.
Drawn curtains fuelled speculation’s fire
And with the passing days it would transpire
That his black Labrador roamed round outside.
Where once a sweet perfume had filled the air
And nature’s finest flora proudly bloomed,
The garden in its present state was doomed
To poison ivy’s curse through lack of care.
The erstwhile mansion too revealed neglect
Its crumbling walls were rickety and worn,
And passers-by would often pour out scorn
To see its former glory sorely wrecked.
The widower had been a wealthy man
And whispers of a hoard of cash had grown,
But its precise location was unknown;
To seize the secret stache became the plan.
And thus it was that in the dead of night
As shadows danced and owls screeched overhead,
Three grasping men set off with steadfast tread
The prospect of a rich reward in sight.
They prised the rusting hinges back and fore
Then forced the handle wrapped in spider’s weave,
A putrid, musty smell they did perceive
And shifty eyes then hastened to explore.
Their steps resounded on the wooden floor
Then suddenly there hung a cloud of fear
As high up on the stairway did appear
A terrifying, snarling, Labrador.
A sudden gust of wind slammed fast the door
And avarice gave way to fervent plea
But no compassion would there ever be
For those who chose his master to abhor.
Meanwhile, outside the door a shape lay still
A sprawling, jet black mass with stiffened limbs
Whilst in the house all hope of succour dims
As blood spills in the mansion on the hill.
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I wake up with tired and bleary eyes
I watch the starry night
As the stars sparkle in the dark night
Nothing can save me from the light
I live in your shadow
I found love that leaves me scarred
I cry till my eyes are red
I have to bow to those of lower power
I have to be elegant
I have to act appropriately
And wear the crown proudly
As I dance underneath the moonlight
This is the life I lead
I don’t know why I was born
That forbidden love that gave birth to me
Gave life to my reign
That kind facade that I carry around
Everyday I hide
Everyday it becomes harder
I feel lost in my own thoughts
Fake rumours spread like wildfire
Those red eyes that make me who I am
There’s nothing I can do for it to stop
This is life of a demon like me
God has promised me justice
I have offered my soul in vain
The consequences of my actions have been ballistic
I carry this grief upon me
That bloody knife of truth that I carry around
I don’t think I’ll ever escape my punishment
The moonlight dances upon me
And fallen down like the sun
Memories come back to me and kill me horribly
May God have mercy on me
I pray, I pray till my knees give out
Till the moon shines bright
The flowers shall bloom
My reign never ends
A flower that has withered away
I can’t live this life anymore
It’s such a pretty game
That I am forced to play