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Full court press on the press
an all out assault on speech
verbose wit-nitts sowing deceit
supremes masquerading liberators
an all out assault on speech
university protest branded
supremes masquerading
liberators fabulist executive derided
university protest branded
agitators bolstering antisemitism
fabulist executive derided
the light on genocide
agitators bolstering antisemitism
tattooed ICE on immigration
the light on genocide
muted body snatchers
tattooed ICE on immigration
NPR CNN DOGE DOA
muted body snatchers
power play MEGAphone
NPR CNN DOGE DOA
funds deemed unfundamental
power play MEGAphone
spitting lies into the wind
Funds deemed unfundamental
Full court press on the press
Spitting lies into the wind
Supremes masquerading liberators
Okay, who stole my body
I had when I was young
It was never in the best of shape
But far better than this one
Semi smooth and silky
Not a wrinkle on the lot
I feel I fell asleep for a century
And this is how I ended up
I now have wrinkles on top of wrinkles
With wrinkles on top of that
Could someone point me in the direction
Of where my body could have been left
It had fingers that worked without aching
Steady hands that knew not of shaking
A memory that...I'll get back with you on that
And a face you wouldn't mind dating
My body had knees that were noiseless
A smile that wasn't so toothless
A libido that you could rely on
Instead of the one I now have that is useless
My other eyes were filled with wonder
Not these made dull and steely gray
If anyone has seem my body
Could you kindly point me in the way
Under dark protection of the night the gruesome two-some take to flight,
To exhume the grave of the recent buried, in a wheel barrow the bodies ferried,
Body snatchers creep at night, the open coffin brings delight,
Strip bare the corpse of wealth adorned, delivering the body before the dawn,
One with a shovel the other an axe, with powerful blows the coffin cracks,
The lid split open the crypt undone, access gained to the disrespectful ones,
Cold as ice the body lay, undisturbed until this day,
Burke reached in to rob the dead, as Hare watched on, his greed be fed,
"Help me Hare this one is stuck", his feet were sinking in the muck,
But Hare looked on his face turned grey, as Burke was being pulled away,
The ground beneath began to crumble, as Burke and Hare began to stumble,
The grip of fear had them tightly bound, as the corpse took hold of both their Hands,
Burke screamed "For God's sake help this is no joke", and that was when the Spirit spoke,
"Burke and Hare your fate is sealed, by the hand of death from which you steal,
Tonight The body snatchers me, as I ferry your souls on deaths black sea,
I take your life's to pay your debt,
Too long you taunt and tease the dead",
The ground opened up and fire shot through, the screams of torment echoed Through,
As Burke and Hare could not break free, from the depths of hell they could not flee,
Falling deeper underground, their bodies never to be found,
Yet listen close by graves at night,and you will hear their screams of fright,
A warning as they burn in hell, never desecrate a corpses shell.
TIME THIEF...MUSINGS OF THE LAY..
I awoke an hour past mid-nite
oh what peace everyone is dreaming
made some warm milk cocoa
turned radio on.. tv on
am now multi-taskin..
stolen away by sweet sleep
right there on the couch...
couch potato now dreaming..
dreaming of strange lands
dream tourism is in vogue...
woken my house help preparing tea
she gives me a puzzled stare..
may be the boxer shorts am wearing..
have her vexed.. cud be.shes just sleepy
its already daylight.... already...
partake a luke-warm shower.
no time to get the water properly heated
rushing to the shuttle stage..
boarding a shuttle..engaging the driver.
alighting.... usual stage guru nanak hospital..
the guru ramgaria looks at me... or..
looks at the sky..we call him kalasinga
i ponder what the good guru was thinking..
staring to the sky..
idle thought.. short walk i arrive...
gad gados headquaters....
every one today is late..but...
but the hr ...shes already in..
i say hello she appears not to hear..
i sleek slowly toward my work station
TD B our receptionist arrives late..
we ponder over the why.. everyone's late
come up with the time thief theory
according to RU and TE..
May be the good guru knows...
the guru on the poster
daily trains... trains his creamy red eyes
to the heaven in artistic communion....
the believers in him.. call him-enlightened one
us.... we find all of them weird.. intolerance?..
the artistic guru was there when
the superhighway was built...
when the terrorist bombed a shuttle
when our countries CEO was acquitted
by the imperialist court..
the artistic guru must know
must know.. who stole our time
he keeps looking to the sky
they say hes enlightened..
i say ted.. the guru knows.knows time.
of time thief's and time snatchers
here at gadgados we watch-out
watch out against.. or for
a different kind of thief
who has a very long hand...
Lewis k Nyaga
eastern african maritime.. 0915hrs
Donut People
Not all donut people are large or police or thieves
Nor are they thin, eating only greens and leaves and vitamins
Or exercising on the side of reasons muscularity
All this takes time to digest of course
Another hole, another donut down
Finding the criminal intent within is not a sin
Each and every calorie must be accounted for
According to health reports and other sources
Sugar particles find their way to court
Another bite out of crime….(but what about the obvious holes in this story?)
Public opinion is all about perception and what went down
All energy and money spent takes time to digest as well
To track down lost donuts, confections imperfections
Bring it to just desserts and deliciousness of justice
Our dedicated police will not sleep on just one donut
Their job has just begun
All citizens of our fine town
Can rest assured…. (So let them sleep)
Why!...Some of my best friends are donuts…(the mayor shouts.)
There is nothing wrong with that
Knowing one is out there unconsumed….
Leaves donut people too confused
Children are donut people too
They eat them all, run back for more….Poof!.....They’re gone
Confectioner’s confess and conjecture
Did girls and boys steal or simply borrow them?
Dusting off sweet powder and tiny prints of suspects
Leads to one conclusion
Convictions are in order for any one large or small…mostly small
When donut snatchers perpetrate such crimes
Donut people have their rights to eat in peace
Protected from crumby children who steal their treats
Tender hearts are set on success,
Their future paved with progress.
The jolly march, the zest of life—
To the beat of drum and fife.
Beasts from Sambisa darkness
Couch in supernal stillness.
Unknown, snatchers are mooring,
Hiding in the quiet morning.
Soon they burst in moony gory,
Garbed as in fantasy story.
The hooded beasts tower;
The hapless virgins cower.
Bulging eyes, quivering lips,
Throbbing hearts that fear rips;
With the visit of havoc,
The future's chilled in Chibok.
A cracking shot, a soft fall,
Sudden gasp, noisome bawl;
All's quiet, now and future:
Chibok, her life can't suture.
What a black morning sunset
For kids whose future's preset
With hopes and rosy bloom,
Assured of better boom!
All's gone to Sambisa wild,
To beasts that strut, humans styled.
They careless for our future,
Our mums who are our nurture.
Copyright © 2014
Father, my heart does ache for us
Ripped out of my life, by evil snatchers
With a knife in someone’s hand
I heard you didn’t stay in the house
Where my bedroom was with crib and toys
Where you taught me how to write
Where I rode the red tricycle and played
Where I met my very best friend nearby
As she was taken from me tragically
The house stayed standing just as it was
You left it there, when you passed away
Now, it is there years later, falling down
Fallen memories just like all of ours
Filled with holes, like those left behind
So deep, so dark, to almost be lost in
The words I never got to speak haunt me
But, I have seen belongings you left behind
The bible, the cards, the photos, the poetry
Poetry written by my uncle, even the rocks
The very things that remain in my life now
You will never be let go, within my heart
Your presence in my early years, a blessing
Heidi Sands
8/20/17
Hummingbird Inclinations
Hummingbirds make blues and reds more vivid
Thin tongues dipped in sweet delicious depths
Hovering above their favorite thing
Who knew flowers could be so tasty
With beaks sunk deep into the sacred sanctuary
Nectar makes the perfect breakfast at great speeds
Hummingbirds take risks and chances being out in day
They are so cute and tiny on the wing
Bird snatchers are dangerous nasty people
With nets they could catch them and make them sing
Keep them from Mother Nature in the spring
Hold them for ransom or other felonious things
That snatchers are known to do
Hummingbirds fly backwards in time
With gentle precision and inclinations
To find flowers they left behind
They stir up images of oranges and yellows as they fly
And paint a pretty picture in our minds
And the Poets and musicians and creative types
Of all description
Will throw off the yoke of the body snatchers
And bring on a thousand years
Of peace, love and creativity
But Satan (God’s Evil Twin)
Can’t be defeated forever
He will lurk out there
Until the time is ripe
And mankind again falls under
The spell of the body snatcher
Bureaucrats and corporate clones
Govbots and faceless bureaucrats
And poetry and creativity
Again is banished to the dark corners of our souls
The poet within me
Smiles
Knowing that some day
He will defeat the bureaucrats
That so oppresses the world
Someday
They will be the ones
Hiding in the shadows
And the poet will have his revenge
Until that day
He bids his time
Occasionally coming out
Taking over my soul
And writing these stories
Before returning to his hiding space
Deep within my soul
Tomorrow I put on my suit
And return to battle
With all of the other clones
Automats govbots
And faceless bureaucrats
And my poet
Smiles
Laughing while my soul
Slowly twists
Dying in the wind
And I begin another day
In the city of Washington
The center of the beast
Hell Central
The center of the cosmic conspiracy
That has lasted centuries
Man has lost
We are all slaves
To the machines
The poet screams
But is not heard
The machine can’t be bothered
The system does not compute
The anguish of crushed humanity
The system demands
More and more
Until the life within is crushed
And we embrace our enemies
And are absorbed
Resistance is indeed futile
Full court press on the press
an all out assault on speech
verbose wit-nitts sowing deceit supremes masquerading liberators
an all out assault on speech
university protest branded
supremes masquerading liberators fabulist executive derided
university protest branded
agitators bolstering antisemitism
fabulist executive derided
the light on genocide
agitators bolstering antisemitism
tattooed ICE on immigration
the light on genocide
muted body snatchers
tattooed ICE on immigration
NPR CNN DOGE DOA
muted body snatchers
power play MEGAphone
NPR CNN DOGE DOA
funds deemed unfundamental
power play MEGAphone
spitting lies into the wind
Funds deemed unfundamental
Full court press on the press
Spitting lies into the wind
Supremes masquerading liberators