Long Shot Poems
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Quetzalcoatl, Moloch, NASA, SkyNet, poisonous satellites
in pink and green, roam
The Earth, raining reversed
Rockets of the bloody fountain
Discord of the Deep hordes,-
reins in reign of 3 "3 of swords"
and flowery deceiving words of their-
Anti- Trinity
Bot blinks in analytical tink
Tinkerbell grooms saloon for victims,
exposes lice and the heat
Sprays foul graffiti on your door
Hentai, monsters, expletive leech
On all fours, vomitous speech
Aries horned worm Moon covers the Sun
Like black sack-cloth of hair
It turns to blood
Beheaded worshippers
Tailgaters of Ephraim
The Verdant Valleys given
Unto Black Weddings of Days
The head roams and swims
Free from constraints
No unified body
Rockets shot at the eclipse
In passing
They defy resource's warning in lieu
of their Marshall unveiling, to propose
Wages of sin- pay for commodity
Bot flashes till shut down,
ERROR, ERROR...
A person shot dead,this how it unfolds
rioting and looting,electrcticals clothes and gold
Tottenham bore the first brunt,that came undone
and spread throughout the boroughs of London.
As i sit viewing the tabloids that brings
aireal shots fires destroying buildings
mindless youths as it spreads north
Leeds,Bristol,Birmingham to Liverpool and forth
People go homeless,shopkeepers go broke
no school for children,an absolute joke
we have soldiers in countries fighting wars
they are the unsung heroes fighting a cause
Ashamed to be English? to an extent
i have never seen anything like this event
what will go next Buckingham Palace?
one word from me being absolute " disgrace".
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Hot shot young buck
Sat kissing his beautiful young prom date
Stardate 1958
After climbing a rusty ladded
All the way to the summit at the top
Of the old Standard Oil sponsored Water Tower
That is colloquy known as Lookout Point
Gazing over the late night setting horison
They both made a wish upon a shooting star
In there Midwest Desert Mining Town
That from this moment they shall never be apart
And for many a year this truth would come to pass
But even a wish can only last a certain amount of time
As death comes to us all
Young Buck was destined to become Old Buck
And his beautiful Prom date's
Good looks so in time would wither too
But the wish they once upon a time made
And the years of love they shared
Can still be heard surfing on the Summer Breeze
When perched way up high upon the Water Tower
Drawing new couples into scaling the summit
In search of the Spell True Love Cast
Of energy that’s sent by you,
’Tis more than likely none gets through.
And when you wish upon a star,
The odds, more likely, aren’t than are.
And when you try to bring good luck,
things are as apt to run amok.
Enlist a specter of the dead?
Some things are better left unsaid.
It seems to me your influence
Possesses slight incongruence
When seeking on behalf of me;
Your means lack certain agency.
For energy and wish and chance,
Invoking spirits from a trance,
At risk of repeat, I must stress,
Seem not a pathway for success.
The wish and energetic bits
Suggest a certain loss of wits;
For undirected in the void,
What means is it they might employ
To guide the path which they traverse
and not attenuate or worse?
Contacting spirits of the dead
Who, when alive, unlikely led
You to believe all-knowing kin
Who never returned calls back then
Would suddenly then change their mind,
Give answer and be able to
Fulfill requests thus made by you?
Now it might really make you laugh
That I would pray on your behalf;
But channeling a beam at you
Just gives me migraines ere it’s through.
And if I tried to bring you luck,
The obvious by which I’m struck
Is when the coin shows tails, not heads,
Did my wish bring you ill instead?
At least the target for my prayer:
An all-wise IS who’s everywhere.
Can I aim true? I have a shot,
For there is nowhere He is not.
And further, He inclines His ear,
Assures us that our thoughts are clear
Received by Him, and better still,
He carries out when in His will.
Can He accomplish what I ask?
The universe: a simple task.
So humor me, I’ll pray for you
And leave to Him to see it through;
At worst, it hurtles to the void,
The gods, remaining unannoyed,
but that just causes inward groan
At thoughts of whether we’re alone…
So ponder if it could be true:
The Infinite considers you?
For that’s an elevated thought
that lands you in a bigger plot
eliminating luck and chance
Or raising spirits in a trance:
A God who knew you in advance
And wants to be with you.
It's worth a shot, they said
And you have nothing to lose
Hundreds of tries
Or hundreds of failures
It doesn't matter
So stop counting till you do it
Or keep going till you get it
The more you dream, the more you dream
Don't let them steal your night!
And when you wake up in the morning,
Make sure that the moon is safe
In somewhere else,
Someone else is in need of it
Dreaming is universal!
You think that it's as dark as a bottomless pit
Where you can't find a glimmer of hope
Or a path to lead you out
But in no time,
You find yourself there
Flying like a butterfly
Singing like a nightingale
Maybe you are dreaming
Maybe... you are not
Remember not to count
Not to stop
Just keep going
Keep doing
Don't hesitate!
Blackmatta
Palestine/Gaza
6/16/2017
Five minutes after I left, four people were shot in a pharmacy.
If I had been there for an extra five minutes, one of the victims would've been me.
A maniac shot four people over a tray of pain pills.
Two of the victims lived but the other two were killed.
He probably thought he'd get off scott free but he did not.
He wasn't even able to get out of town before being caught.
That punk shot those people five years ago today.
Now he's rotting in prison, he's being made to pay.
The cops arrested him and put him behind bars and that's where he belongs.
He valued pills more than four innocent people, what he did was so wrong.
(Dedicated to the four people who were shot at the Down Home Pharmacy in Bean Station, Tennessee.)
Love transcends all
By Michelle Morris
18/03/2023
When we were first separated
It felt like a shot to the heart
Feeling like I wouldn't make it
The world becoming grey and dark
People thought I was fine
No one looked past my smile
Into the soul deep sadness
Behind my hazel eyes
Oh, under starry skies
Oh, can we share the light
Oh, love transcends all miles
Oh, bring me back my smile
Oh, under starry skies
Oh, can we share the miles
Oh, love transcends all borders
Oh, bring me back my daughter
Across the world in Africa
Where lions are kings and rulers
Where zebras stripe across the veld
And springbok jump through hoops
Where the sun beats down
Hot and ceaseless every day
I'm on a cool, rainbow island
Where green hills lead me away
Oh, under starry skies
Oh, can we share the light
Oh, love transcends all miles
Oh, bring me back my smile
Oh, under starry skies
Oh, can we share the miles
Oh, love transcends all borders
Oh, bring me back my daughter
Worlds apart, worlds apart
Only sharing the same skies
Where the stars see everything
And the angels mourn our lives
Universe, Universe
Let's go into a new timezone
Where we are always together
Beyond dreams and hope
Oh, under starry skies
Oh, can we share the light
Oh, love transcends all miles
Oh, bring me back my smile
Oh, under starry skies
Oh, can we share the miles
Oh, love transcends all borders
Oh, bring me back my daughter
© Michelle Morris, 2023
Armando Valladares didn't absorb Marxist thought
So for 22 years, another lesson he was taught.
Cuban dungeons are no picnic, surviving there is hard
He heard prisoners shot close by in the courtyard
Valladares prayed, wrote poems from that lair
He didn't ask God to get him out of there
He asked for the strength to resist, not to hate
I'm not much for preaching, but I admire strength that great.
(chorus)
Dungeons under the dance floor
Turn up the band, don't think anymore
Waltz with a legend, under a blinding light
Victims out of mind, keep them out of sight.
There was torture in that jail, politicals were hated
There was a plan to blow up inmates if Americans invaded
Western fools believed a legend clean and fair
wore Che's face on T-shirts, liked the romantic flair.
So while celebrities made their Castro calls.
Some nasty sadism was going on behind prison walls
Isolation, subhuman conditions, and mutilation
Gratuitous cruelty in this model Marxist nation.
Criminals were treated better than political inmates
The regime may not like thieves, but it hates debates.
One Swede told Armando's wife that Cuba was not heaven
But admitting this was true would give USA a weapon.
Valladares made it out, but wants us to condemn
The fate of those who won't be heard from again
We walk in the sunlit air, where free birds sing
But behind Cuban prison walls, evil is the king
The Jab
I am somewhat disenchanted by what I’ve seen and read
Antivaxxers believe the lie that soon the vaccinated will be dead
That our leaders are out to get us, dictating what we need
and will decrease the population by deciding how we breed
I’ve heard more twisted theories in my time upon this rock
made so much worse with rumors on you tube and tic tok
I pray that common sense will soon take hold of every friend
Covid 19 is NOT just another virus. Don’t let it be your end
Remember mumps, measles, tetanus and whooping cough
They were cured by science, not a de wormer in a trough
Think of polio, rubella, diphtheria, hepatitis B and A
Thanks to vaccinations, these diseases were kept at bay
This world is full of deadly germs, we make perfect hosts
Please listen to the doctors instead of any ill-informed posts
Life is short, so show respect for the time you’ve got
Think of others, not just yourself. Now go and get your shot!
Where in the world does satisfaction dwell?
Tempt a poor with money once.
He will let out such a wail
Dissatisfied faces gather in a bunch.
I witnessed those drowned in greed
Ones I believed were a symbol of sanctity.
Though terrified to question their creed
Yet I know without desires exist no entity.
I stumbled one day in a forest
When looked up, displayed a competition.
Trees shot toward the sun, leaving behind the rest
They stifle, subjugate and obstruct without hesitation.
Rivers yet are quite manipulating
They carve a compelling story
Once acknowledged as calmed, now invading
Eroded, shoveled and marked its territory.