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Magufulization

Slenderly community 
The land of sobers
Enough for plunderers 
Ground of Ivory
Home of diamond and gold
Is now Magufulized 

No more embezzling
Lazy are working
Respecting their roles
No more liquoring  
This is the land
We all dreamed by

Reviving the airline
Is the biggest witchcraft 
7 wings were booked 
5 have already landed 
I enjoyed several trips
It is a miracle that exist!

The giant is shining
Suffocating capitalist
As much as fraudulent
For they are terribly squeezed 
In jail cell like shanties 
For they lacked patriotism
By smuggling national cake

Go Magu, go!
Dig down to their pockets
Suffocate them deeply
Till dehydrated completely 

Do more, do!
Open the roads for business to grow
Build flyover for traffic to perish
Construct SGR for easy transportation
Do the stieglers to boost economy
Our thumbs are yours 2020
 For ant corrupt Tanzania
Form: Ballad


Premium Member A Holiday Tale

A commoner King usurps the crown
   Marries a blueblood of royal renown
Drunk as can be, in an imperial mood
   Orders the Queen to appear stark nude
Before his commoner friends, no less
   She refuses, of course, precipitating a mess

The King has the Queen killed
   Then sobers up and isn't too thrilled
At the loss of great beauty
   For just doing his duty
To ensure that every man is king of his castle
   Not subject to wifely disobedience or hassle

So, he holds a beauty contest, and the girl who won
   Won't tell her real name, who she is, where she's from
'Til the day she tells the King that his right-hand man
   Is plotting to kill her, her family and all Jews in all lands

Wicked Haman is hanged, and the Jews skirt disaster
   The Holiday of Purim's today ~ May we never outlast her   



       According to Jewish tradition, the Coming of the 
    Messiah will cancel all Jewish festivals---except Purim.
Form: Narrative

Premium Member Rum and Twenty Dollar Bills

Rum and twenty dollar bills, 
three parts giddy a quarter numb; 
Innate desire each one fulfills; 

Dazed rabbit diving down molehills
not at all curious about the outcome,  
rum and twenty dollar bills; 

Relishing everything the taste instills
keyed up and devouring every crumb,
innate desire each one fulfills;

In a flash sensibility sours and spills,
licking the rim erasing humdrum;
Rum and twenty dollar bills; 

Spiced butter and enchanted thrills 
with each drop madness can hum;
Innate desire each one fulfills; 

The sunrise sobers and chills,
moonlight fades throwing a tantrum;
Rum and twenty dollar bills,
innate desire each one fulfills.

Premium Member 17 Gray Street - Port of Spain

              
As sheriff chasin’ on the run
                    I shot at outlaw and injun 
with my colt Pony Boy cap gun
                   my badge pinned to my chest.
When a neighbour I’d hear and see
                climbin’ up a big mango tree
bawlin’ “jack spanias bitin’ me!”
                       swarmin’ around the nest

He ran into my fender guard
  as the wheels spun a loud spoke card
ridin’ my bike in Nanan’s yard
                      and soon his knee did gape.
So I pullin’ its string in flight
     flew instead my prized Batman kite
and watched it fly at a great height
                       in my Bat mask and cape

In floodin’ storm canals we’d lay
                racin’ popsicle sticks all day
then crawl under the house to play
                     where we’d forbidden sneak.
Or leapin’ in a mighty bound
           but not makin’ a ghostly sound
hidden somewhere I can’t be found
                        playin’ hide and go seek

On the battlefield that I led
          my toy soldiers killed Nazis dead
along with every Jap and Red
                             till tender age of eight.
Silks and riders I’ll not forget
         when my brother and I would bet
on our hand-wound horse racin’ set
                  windin’ up the home straight

The girls all arms and legs pumpin’
played hopscotch and skip rope jumpin’
as the boys were crazy bumpin’
                               crashin’ my pedal car.
But we kids did roam and skylark
            till in the far distance we’d hark
Monica callin’ in the dark
                      “come, wherever you are!”

I cheered as a wicket would fall
                    heroes over The Oval wall
like Carew, Sobers, Lloyd, and Hall
                 from grandad’s house upstairs.
But my greatest heroes bar none
      whom I love and whom I champion
gave me dear life and called me son
                   all through their livin’ years


               Written: May 1996
Form: Lyric

Premium Member Let It Go

Dinner was over an hour ago
Counters wiped clean, dishes are washed and dried
I hold my glass up to the light like a color slide,
   and see the world, warped, and blurred through the half glass of rosy wine

It makes everything seem clearer, somehow, and sobers my mind

From our long silhouettes, we sit on the lawn, and gaze to the mountains,
                    talking quietly, and sipping the pink charodonnay

Dark of the shade seems to drink up the light of day

Summer carols being sung by two mourning doves, 
                    are accompanied by a choir of crickets in the dewy grass
                    calling for reverence in honor of a dying sun
  
Soft voices are lifted in still air
The pink light seems to paralyze time.

We have found kindness here, 
                     and somehow the grueling trials of the year
                     seem smaller than they did yesterday

Now the day turns toward the darkness
                     and we have rid our taste of the dry and bitter dust
                     of everything that has been said and done

The north wind shakes the trees
                      and the last leaf that clung so fast and tight
                      releases its grip, and disappears into the dusk

We shall never need to see where it lands 
                      for we  are  forbidden strangers to the dark
Let us remain friends with the light

Let us unclench our old resistance

And after we have finished the last drop of wine
                      we will turn, and go inside
                      and thank our stars
                      for the pungent taste
                      that yet lingers
                      on our tongues

                      in case
                      we might
                      need
                      proof 
                      that some years will harvest a bitter taste....

                      and  
                      some
                      years
                      will
                      harvest
                      a
                      crop
                      blessed
                      by
                      the
                      sun
                      

                      



_____________________________________
For Deb's Contest: "Referential" 
reference: Chris Aechtner's Poem:  unclench fists
Form: Narrative


Premium Member The King of Kegs

The King of Kegs

He was the town drunk, that
everyone loved.
Didn't care about being arrested
nor his children going food less.
But at the bar, oh such a big hit.
Always knew tons of jokes, he
was the King of the Kegs!
And nary a night, was he not lit.
The sobers, shall we say, judged
him as socially, mentally and 
morally unfit.

Such self-righteous boring twits!
Who judged him to death, never
thinking that they had major 
shortcomings and faults, too!
As we say in the USA, these prigs
thought they were it!

They had no idea he was attending 
recovery meetings at night.
They so wrongly were condemning 
his addictive plight.
The King of Kegs became quite sober.
Moreover, he saved many, many others 
from death.
He even opened a mission is southern 
LA that operates to
this day and helped thousands to give 
up the booze and live a life with nary 
a drop of alcohol to begin  their day.

Nope, you won't hear of such heroes 
like this on the news, no!
Too busy decrying the evil men do.
After all, a fat paycheck buys them 
the best shoes.

Things that are magnificent, my
friends simply are not worthy of news.

+Here's to all the good people in the 
world, including all those suffering from 
addictions, their families and those who 
do not understand that it is both a 
psychological and physical addiction, 
not a moral one.+

August 3, 2019
3:45am PST

Premium Member A Crossed Rubicon

Isn't it funny what alcohol 
does to folks?

A man at the bar is so drunk
out of his mind he generously 
spills some long-held secrets
of his, unbeknownst to him.

He gives up even some
his better half would kill him for.
He vomits them on himself
and all over his bartender friend...

who loves to gossip. Imagine that!
Realizing his obvious blunder,
he barks his admonition to her...

"You better not tell!"

Oops, it's much too late.
Poor fella.

Even before he sobers up
all his rotten secrets have been 
laid bare. Everyone in and out 
the bar, including his wife, knows.



Date written: 01/04/2020

Abuse

Momma went crazy again
drinking up a storm
She just wouldn't stop
through night til early morn

She punched her new boyfriend, Tyler
Gave him a shiner that closed his eye
Tyler called my dad, he came,
to take me away for the night

Tyler looked at my dad
asking how did he do it
Dad touched me on the head
Said I was worth all the ****

Momma broke everything
but worse she has broken me
Tyler is a nice stepdad
I like him and he likes me

Don't know where I'm going
tomorrow seems so bleak
but for now I'm with my dad
I won't worry and will not weep

So today I am with dad
While momma sobers up 
inside her broken mess
while her and Tyler broke up
Form: Rhyme

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