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Duchess in her finery
Duke in his chair
people wander round
looking without care
Taking airs and graces
talking with a plum
searching night for treason
drinking too much rum
Livery boy falls over
lady screams in fear
was that Queen Victoria
leaving out the rear ?
Abused and mistreated
maid’s hurry about their toil
cooks in the kitchen
covered in grease and oil
Cats lay in the wicker
dogs are in the bins
orphan child gets sicker
rags don’t warm a sin
Waste flows through streets
rarely washed or swept
whores on the corner
working off her debt
Bible was the only book
church ruled the land
sometimes a dangerous place
to play your last hand
Grandmother reigned in glory
Hanover rulers stand
Victoria’s wonder years
played to a brass band
Form:
5/16/20
"BRRR"
During a lull
I took a stroll
And began to mull
Brrr
This world is cold
It's dangerous like a black hole
From the North to the South Pole
The same ole' same old bull
being sold, just like souls
For gold
And full
Control
Meanwhile continual items being stole
As the bells continue to toll
You'll
Probably cull
Something with wool
Only leaving behind a skull
Brrr
People will bite the hand that fed
People will shoot you with lead
People will leave you for dead
People will chop off your head
People will act like your friend and then
People will stab you in the back with an object with a sharp edge
People will push you off a ledge
People will kill you over bread
People will tend to often believe what they read
People will watch while you bled
The ground around turning red
People will take back what they said
People will say it's all in your head
People will says it's the alcohol and prescriptions meds
Time and time again
People will do anything just so that they can get ahead
When
Will it end?
Brrr
Shiver me timbers
Humans still bicker
And continue to differ
Out to make others wither
While struggling with pills and liquor
Was it always this way
Or are the people of today
So much sicker
I see too many being bitter
Out to hinder and injure
Whatever it takes, so that they're the victor
And richer
Even if they have to leave you at the bottom of a river
They wouldn't dare call themselves a sinner
Only a winner
This all paints an ugly picture
Like some of what was written in scripture
At that point, what really differentiates us from critters?
When there really is so much to consider
My message has been delivered
Brrr
Yes maam and yes sir
What was done for him or her
By: Dalton Ogletree
No your burdens are not for us to carry
We know your game
You fake a smile
Bat your little eyelashes
Pretend you care
Then reveal your true motive
You want us to fight your battles for you
But when we need help
On your end all we hear is silence
While you sit back and watch the violence
Unfold while you ignore our calls
For someone to care about our people
You try and manipulate the situation
Cry your fake tears as manipulation
And beg for compassion
You people of colour should stick together
But the responsibility to keep you safe
Always falls on black people
You claim we're allies
But we don't want your performative smiles
Just for you to go ' blind '
To a black persons cries
So why are you surprised
When we sit back and rest
And your not gonna make us feel guilty
For the same things you've done to us
So instead of relying on us for comfort
How about you become accountable
For your actions
Because you've seen what the world has done
And still choose to not help us
And then get mad at us, you are so hypocritical
And say we're the problem
Even though you are a person of colour
Know some of the struggles
Because when push comes to shove
You'll choose whiteness over blackness
And what's even more sicker
You participate in killing us
Just to get bonus points
From white people
So when you ask for help, just know that we're done
12/20/21
Ten hut!
Can't let up
Even though, it can get messed up
Really F'd up
Do not get fed up
Keep your head up
Stay sharp, don't get set up
Careful where a disagreement ends up
Heads up!
Many fast to wet up
From the legs up
To the neck up
Bleeding out a color similar to Ketchup
The proof was there or quickly got swept up
Prices continually went up
Falling behind, because you never kept up
Get your bread up
Often in life you'll have to step up
Sped up
Engines revved up
Couldn't let it go, so they dredge up
Old news they spoke and penned up
But I did my homework and read up
So you're about to get shred up
You'll never surface, even after a check up
Kept mine, others went against their own word
Too late to sojourn
At the point of no return
Due to a slow burn
Often went through the wringer
You'd think I've been on Jerry Springer
She wants the whole world and a gem on her finger
Meanwhile around the corner death always lingers
Hit them with another zinger
Hook, line and sinker
As I continue to tinker
Ya'll can be some stinkers
I always put on a blinker
Soon to give up being a daily drinker
Becoming a complex thinker
Avoiding any gold diggers
Feeling vigor
It's time I'm onto something bigger
Don't need to reconsider
Even though many are quick to pull the trigger
People continuing to bicker
Remaining bitter
Known as a fibber
Caught up on twitter
It's been pleasant or gotten sicker
Going well or down the s***ter
Staying clean or full of litter
A whole nation hooked
Easily getting cooked
And forsook
They never caught on or looked
Strength, dedication and heart is what it took
Couldn't find it all from a book
Had to put each foot
Through miles of soot
By the end they were shook
Or tried to portray me as a crook
Not a big fan of dungarees
Getting tired of all this gluttony
Too much redundancy
And puppetry
Still living sucker-free
Yet another attempted to humble me
So I got the upper hand suddenly
Their soul the devil took custody
I continued on triumphantly
Cautious of who's around as company
She's just a tease
And he's such a sleaze
Try to touch my cheese
Then the trigger of a gun I squeeze
Doesn't matter if you run or freeze
3 Senryu and a few Limericks
an eerie shadow
a hand touches my shoulder
....a double parked broom
shrieks in the graveyard
skeletons in the moonlight
.....a timpani of old bones
arched backs and Mohawks
claw marks and a hissy fit
......broom stick rumble seat
The Corona virus mask
creates a Halloween task
how to eat candy
even when handy
the same problem exists for dad's flask
The witches and ghoulies are running late
rushing with potions to seal our fate
if it gets much sicker
I'll just use the clicker
and move to a colorless state
John G. Lawless
10/9/2020
A letter to whom
it may concern
That Cancer, aids, corona failure of kidney and heart etc
Incurable and deadly diseases are not the way of punishment.
Mistakes make both
Educate and sinner man
But selfish man can't judge
What he had done.
Then punish him
Such the cruel way
Looks injustice and cruelty
And against your divinity.
For Challengers or breakers
Of Your Golden rules
Almighty impose power
To punish them in You.
The victims is poor and innocent
He doesn't know the way,
How to live in your world
So he is not worthy to get punish that way.
I shall pray and beg
Ten thousand times and more
To pleased You
So injustice remains no more.
Please bless and gift me
If I bow my head in your honor
By stopping and replacing
Deadly diseases very sooner.
It is depand on You
Make people sicker and mighty
So once more consider
The rules of panel code Almighty.
Form:
Doctors like road workers
Patients treated like squatters
Nobody working, just sitting around
Waiting for people to be in the ground
Cups of tea and coffee are plentiful
Only staring at screens like we’re unacceptable
The vulnerable unable to speak
Unable to ask questions and critique
No communication or explanation
Just constant need for evasion
Buzzing around staring at the floor
Being told we have to be grateful and adore
These people who don’t care
Basic human decency is too much, not fair
Walking around like zombies
As if their job is a part time hobby
Children play doctors and nurses
They more passion and more verses
The sick get sicker while they wait
The healthcare system such a state
Too much paperwork, not enough patient time
This lack of humanity should be a crime
Treatment is inhumane
You wouldn’t leave an animal in so much pain
Ignored for hours, days
Meanwhile they get far too much praise
Nobody attempts to care
While people are in despair
With present great, O’ gracious hate
O’ hand in heart, neither tripp’d nor fear’d
Doth thine conquer, by thine of corrup’d lips
O’ Sicker thy pour’d thine sicken canst
Thy chanc’d on seated heart
Hath thy slate nigh single sinner hips
Wither’n hither if b’yond, where’n nought
With’n ernst wouldst prove best
O’er hung upon the dislocate
O’er hung ‘mongst the rest
O’ implor’d thine harvest
With thine of wicked hand
Thus thou shalt do, howst thou shalt plunge’n.
Murth’ing sex hold at thou’st darkling sight
Dost seem plung’d thou’n thy thick night
Night form foretold milk’d thine breast
Thou shalt b’sworn, bitter’n crest.
In swinish sleep, O’ grace of gurnish hell
Trammel’n surcease, deceit upon brow
Unknowest known, tak’n eye upon foe
How’st for, thou played’st most foully for
Give solely sovereign sway, sworn o'er swell’n,
Poison’d chalice, O’ in wanton fullness
Fall’n O’ fallace upon th’other
In punitive hail, O’ fall,O’ fail
How’st dare’st do’n all, O’
Doth crown’d th’thorn t’prick th’law
Thus thou shalt do’n, Thus thou’st forlorn,
Esteem’st th’privy procreant cradle
F’rapt fools of foolish valour
Succumb f’certain tongue’d desire, thou
Shalt reign ‘pon th’heavenly galore
For th’Christened babe
Wept ‘pon the cherubim whore:
“Great Glamis! Thou art shalt be, slain th’head ‘pon the Heaven’s decree!”
Hast form’d a kiss’n heaven,
Doth thou callst th’pure
Why hath th’crown crowd me by livid, in my stir
Ever hath thee crown’d withal
Hath borne a light,
So to withdrawal.
There once was a cranky old parrot
who had all the charms of a ferret.
She went to great ends
to get rid of friends
and now lives in a draft-y garret.
The draft made her sicker and sicker
which caused her to bicker and bicker.
She tried writing verse
which made matters worse
so that she would bicker much quicker!
She couldn't stop coughing and wheezing.
Her vanity there was no pleasing.
The truth of her curse
was no gift for verse
which she blamed on all of the breezing.
This made her get tougher and tougher.
Her verses got rougher and rougher.
She wouldn't stop writing,
but kept on delighting
in making the whole country suffer.
BY DALE GREGORY COZART
The parrot soon dropped off her high perch
From the top of an old silver birch
Now she’s no longer squawking
And her husband is walking
To see the old bird buried in church!
BY JAN ALLISON
Even Then
He’s not lost his smile
Had it since he was a child
His heart still longs to hear
The words that some will fear,
“I love you”… three little words
Who reach beyond the hurt,
Sing gentle to the heart,
Bring music to the thoughts
His soul – it is not lost, because
Above all, love has brought him through
The dark, the storms, the doubts –
Jesus settles every skeptical breath
He’s not gone without this feeling,
Hues of hope, coloring him brilliantly,
A vibrating sense of peace and promise,
Arriving on the stone cold silence,
Bidding joy to his aching – grief born
With the final word, his doctor’s diagnosis
Cancer, he’s heard…
Still, he’s not lost his smile
He’ll continue for another mile
Hoping for healing, yet the verdict
Revealing that he is sicker than the words
Stage four, will he make it past the month?
Cancer, he’s heard…
Can silence his nerve, stir up discomfort
Throbbing in the bones, stinging
Aching anguish, failing to reconcile
Restore his smile for that last, lonely mile