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Twitter
I write on Twitter and vent my views
I never swear, never abuse
I sometimes joke and use satire
I am sometimes angry full of fire
I need free speech as we all do
But Twitter doesn’t like what I spew
So they suspend me, take me off air
Curb your language, yet I never swear
I don’t support Russia in any shape or form
Twitter thinks rape, murder and torture, norm
Therefore, when I say I wish Putin dead
They don’t congratulate, they suspend instead.
Now, I view him as a tyrant, terrorist, despot
I vent my view and guess what I got?
Others’ swear, F off, F this, F you
It’s a thing I never do
So I tested the water one day
And swore like a trooper in an affray
I wasn’t suspended or even chastised
Which proves one thing. Free speech is despised.
David Cox 20/10/22
I'm kind of taken by Jeremy Corbyn, the man and his success,
And believe that for the leadership role he may be able to dress;
I think what’s going unsaid is that he’s kind of in a way funny,
Minutely, not gloomy like Brown or Miliband, but kind of somewhat sunny.
He’s a breath of fresh air on the economy and education,
‘Cos he’ll tax the rich more and increase the tax of corporation,
He’ll set up a National Education Service for any and for all,
And restrict free schools so that upon liberality they will call.
Tax evasion will be dealt with, so Amazon and Starbucks can cower,
And housing rents will be controlled, to let the hard-worker flower;
Immigration will not be dismissed, and welfare reform will be opposed,
And Trident will not be renewed, as political solutions will be supposed.
The renationalisation of energy giants will stop high electricity bills,
And Europe will centre in British politics and system safety drills;
The NHS will not be privatised but with social care it will be warm,
And women’s workplace rights will be proffered in a massive, great big swarm.
He'll have a Minister for the Arts, to trophy art, music, literature and poetry,
He opposed the Iraq war, and will work with Russia at diplomacy;
He’ll fight for socialism and its beliefs, but in a modern way, considered,
And he’ll represent normal people, because he comes from Salford.
However, I don't like John MacDonnell, the Shadow Chancellor of the Exchequer,
Who should be more for the centrist view and a conscientious people reader;
His right-hand man should be someone who gives the opinion of the party’s right,
To offset Labour Leader Mr Corbyn and his radical, militant, socialistic fight.
But all the best to you, Jeremy, I hope things go your way,
And you stabilise the country with the left-wing policies of the day;
Although your shadow cabinet should be more representative in its views,
I hope that the economy rewards you for your heartfelt unionist dues.
You can read some of Jeremy Corbyn's poetry at http://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/politics/Jeremy_Corbyn/11844716/Published-at-last-the-poems-of-Jeremy-Corbyn.html
Why Bother Dying
Instead...
Revisit the child within
Ask if Van Gogh hadn't experienced the sunflower
Would we know yellow and ochre as intimate friends
Would music's rapture remain alive without
Pavarotti's high C
Coltrane's "Sheets of Sound"
A Shostakovich 1905 Russia
Could scented memories remain permanent
Were ocean salt mere granules in darkness
Pine needle sap but sorrow of nature's longing
Darfur's wafts of boiled rice simply yesterdays past
And what of touch
Given freely by a baby's hand
A mother's lips
A feline's paw
Is this not of permanent storage
To be accessed anytime
From the attic of our minds
Forever willing to give
Receive
Can taste ever be forgotten from
Virgin mountain streams
Warm milk from mothers infinitum
Brackish tears of joy
Such as it is
Aging asks to be but temporary
Committing not to gravity
Tissue disintegration
Or synaptic malaise
Relying rather on our embracing Time
Allowing wisdom to nurture cyclic preparation
Life's pigments layered upon a limitless canvas
Give Time its due
Colors will dry
Purity of vision will appear
Absolute and bodiless as horizons awaiting tomorrow's sunrise
Awaiting another edge ever-changing
For some
Only denial
For others
The journey proceeds
A perpetual hourglass
Remaining in motion
Generating new arrangements
The cosmic sand expanding its window
Giving reflection back to the sun
Renewing fire
Generating passion
Fostering endless vibrations
So
Why bother dying
Russia Discovers The Moon - Invades Mars
Vladimir Putin and Mother Russia, co-authors of the universe
Inventors of the colors pink and red
Turned green with envy one day, thought about places to travel
So off they go to discover the Moon, to be the first
Because that is what they do
Landed there in 1962 with all its citizens we're told
143 million of them to be exact made the trek intact
Space crafts were obsolete by then according to the Kremlin
So they flew their entire land mass along with Putin
On a tiny unicorn pony
Pink and pretty and sweet, (As all good Communist ponies should be)
Off they flew on their backs, reminiscent of Santa with his sacks
We might add for dramatic effect and flavor
The unicorn was handsome and fearless like their savior
Superior leader Putin, also rides a horse in winter
No shirt or shoes to please the masses
My my he looks so massive when filled with gases
Wearing only a smile and gun to pleasure his people
After landing on the Moon
The Russians soon became confused, uncomfortable too
Unable to spend their rubles there…. Life is so unfair
No food, no water or oxygen to use
Worst of all, no hotel rooms or saunas
The USA insisted they return to Earth
As the world was starting to wobble
Something to do with missing land masses
Real estate values were starting to suffer
When Russia moved to the Moon
They must return immediately according to the US military
Return on the same unicorn pony that brought them
And stay out of interstellar matters or else
The Communist Party was happy with the lunar mission
With or without permission
Next season they will take over Mars
Put little green men in their place
Paint them red, including their faces
So they can look like Communists and Putin too
Who, is still superior ruler of the universe
And yes!… He rides stars and little pink ponies today
With permission from mommy and daddy
Who buy him ride tickets after his chores and dishes are done
Jill Nando hosted "Crimewatch" a TV show
She was shot dead, who did it we don't know.
Lot of cases not solved, not even all crimes known
Keep a low profile or enter a danger zone.
Plutonium was found in Karen Silkwood's refrigerator
She was a whistleblower, did her company hate her?
She died a few days later in a fatal drive
Was she run off the road? who didn't want her alive?
Fred Towle as a victim made no sense
Three men planned to put radium in his car vents
He was a legislator in Long Island, a family guy
But a criminal joined a madman who wanted Fred to die.
Sergei Skripal sat on a bench in Salisbury, U.K.
His daughter was with him; they were enjoying the day.
Then a hitman got Novichok into them, not sure how
They slipped in and out, but did survive somehow
This was an attack where the suspect is clear
Sergei had spied for the English, angered the Russian boss, Vladimir
Novichok is a Russian agent, quite complex, but it does the job
Dawn Sturgess did die, she had touched their doorknob
After Sergei's betrayal, at least from Putin's point of view
His son died on a visit to Russia, a dumb thing to do.
His wife got cancer, his brother died too
Don't want to be paranoid, I don't want to overplay the clue.
In the case of Silkwood, I'm not sure if there was a crime
In the case of Jill and Sergei, its scoundrel time.
For Jill and Karen, bad guy motives do appear
But in some strange deaths, even motives aren't clear.
Tech can be used for good, it can be used for crime
Great strides in drug invention, and Meds in our time.
What if ordinary criminals take a dislike to you
Look at what's possible, and what they could do.
I speak from experience, nothing I can prove
But lack of proof isn't a reason to soothe
Lots of bad scenarios are an iceberg, we see the tip
When reality is a horror show, you cannot let it slip.
Written By: D. Collins 9/6/23
ABC News
Kerry today announced the U.S. intends to provide an additional $30 million in food security and climate resilience efforts across the continent.
While watching CNN, I thought, I must be trippin’.
Is that what I just heard? No, I didn’t?
We send 30 million to help an entire continent.
And, 30 billion to Ukraine for a war they can’t win.
Observing this from the perspective of a Black American.
Just by doing the math, it appears to be color of skin.
To hear this Administration tout what they have done.
Lends credence to the reason I really wrote this poem.
All a person must do is pay attention.
Open their eyes to the condescension.
30 billion goes toward the “Fight for Freedom”.
Whereas, 30 million shows how you don’t need ‘em.
Radio Free Europe
President Joe Biden will request $33 billion from Congress to support Ukraine, a move that represents a dramatic escalation of U.S. funding for the country in its war against Russia.
Acquiescence begets hegemony...
Think Putin whose forename
Vladimir translates as great power,
whose singular minded aim
after lobbing bombs into
second-largest country
by area in Europe after Russia
incurring voodoo spells
foisted upon president of Ukraine
forced neophyte politician
Volodymyr Oleksandrovych Zelenskyy
to buckle and cower.
Meanwhile many another leader
cherishing their slice of freedom
quakes in their boots
dumbfounded, horrified, tight lipped
as Russian bird of prey
swoops down analogous as buzzfeeder
to seize global totalitarian power.
Not far fetched dystopian nightmare
to envision every country
spanning webbed wide web
subservient to his majesty
where pay obeisance
to his honorable premier
who issues commands
at his Kremlin headquarters.
Aforementioned worse case scenario,
whereby every waking
and sleeping second
under watchful eye
all social media platforms
under henchmen of Putin regime
monitored, governed, controlled...
by self anointed unnameable nemesis
their doomed fate constituting
penalty of death wasting away
amidst Gulag Archipelago
(happy haunting ground
of many a dissident)
if anyone among bajillions of serfs
heard to badmouth, denounce, find fault...
with despotic, cruel, bristling, autocrat...
Meanwhile, these remaining cherished
hours, minutes, and seconds
before United States of America
forcibly plundered, usurped, yanked...
(at threat of nuclear bombardment
courtesy you know who)
might choose to swallow
either cyanide, hemlock,
overdose on anti anxiety medication...
versus forced to become submissive
toward our "benevolent" leader.
Truth be told even Trump
yours truly would prefer
yet fat/slim chance
such a golden opportunity will occur,
though rumor abounds were
pee you tee eye en able to clamor
access and excel at supremacy
(as seen in a powerpoint presentation)
there would prevail nary a murmur,
nor peep among the human league
only dogs and cats would be privileged
to express themselves,
viz courtesy to bark and purr
and actually be treated as royalty.
Hillary drives a vehicle to the south pole,
Gibson gives us the Flying V.
In football we can now score an extra two points,
and Legos blocks first hit the street.
50 inches of snow on Mason Dixon line,
no one makes baseball’s Hall of Fame.
This new Velcro stuff will hold on to things just fine,
Alaska is newest state name.
Faulkner calls public schools “future babysitters”,
“Volare” named song of the year.
Eisenhower’s world broadcast comes to us from space,
his message is heard loud and clear.
Women in the UK serve in the House of Lords,
there’s moving sidewalks in Texas.
Explorer I hits space, but II is a big dud,
Ted Williams spits in fan’s faces.
In Russia, Laika’s body meets a fiery end,
when Sputnik II falls with a blaze.
Bank of America sends out their credit cards,
causing a new kind of world craze.
9000 scientists call for nuclear ban,
we test 100 times this year.
Nuclear bomb can fall on a house in Morse Bluff,
but baseball players must wear protective gear.
Vanguard I is the first to measures the Earth’s shape,
Sugar Ray is now five-time champ.
George joins Paul and John to create the Quarrymen,
Elvis Presley goes to boot camp.
NASA is created to run new moon program,
Clif Notes now used in the high school.
Alan Freed gets kicked off the job up in Boston,
The Smurfs make their TV Debut.
Eddie Arcaro rides his 4000th winner,
‘Catch a Falling Star’ turns to gold.
Boris Pasternak refuses his Nobel Prize,
the Khrushchev reign starts to take hold.
An F-104 flies to record altitude,
at speeds that have never been seen.
Seawolf remains below the Artic pole longer,
than anyone has ever been.
After 26 years the stamp goes up one cent,
Huckelberry is the new TV star.
Syria and Egypt decided to unite,
Nasser heads the new U.A.R.
The world is moving along at such breakneck speed,
it’s hard to know what’s going on.
Meanwhile I’m still here in Wakenda Missouri,
crawling in diapers out on the lawn.
Survivors
by Michael R. Burch
(for the victims and survivors of 9/11 and their families)
In truth, we do not feel the horror
of the survivors,
but what passes for horror:
a shiver of “empathy.”
We too are “survivors,”
if to survive is to snap back
from the sight of death
like a turtle retracting its neck.
Published by The HyperTexts, Gostinaya (Russia), Ulita (Russia), Promosaik(Germany), The Night Genre Project and Muddy Chevy; also turned into a YouTube video by Lillian Y. Wong. Keywords: survivor, survivors, victim, victims, family, families, 911, 9/11, terrorist, attack, terror, terrorism, empathy, sympathy, truth, horror, death, survive, survival , violence, pain
Peace deals seem to give Trump a good-bye kiss--
To self-proclaimed messiah of world peace
Who thinks he’s King Canute
Who held waves, made them mute,
Peace, no real estate deal,
Nor Trump, one-for-all pill,
A shot in dark is more likely to miss.
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Happenings | 13.12.2025 | kiss, humour, peace, political, USA, limerick
Note: Trump’s peace deals that come apart seem to suffer from a Humpty-Dumpty Syndrome. And he does not know how to put Humpty-Dumpty back together. Russia-Ukraine peace deal is nowhere. Thailand and Cambodia are fighting back again. So are Congo and Rwanda, whilst Gaza peace plan seems in limbo. And the only one that works is Indo-Pak that Trump has nothing to do with! Yet, the Nobel Peace Prize, ah what a lollypop!