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I watch carnival of carnivals quickly unfold
intense barkers are yelling as if their large bears are gold
seeing ultimate thin man and fat lady never gets old
fortune tellers are so unique, they’ve created their mold
tickets are being traded, fought over, bought and sold.
elaborate stories are being bandied about in the cold.
silver is crossing palms, upsells are extremely bold.
acrobats are doing tricks with agile bodies that fold.
from the tilt-a-whirl ride an old man just fell and rolled.
kewpie dolls nod from their shelves inside the fold.
merry-go-round horses are touched up with gold.
old women are wearing minks, flashing that they're stolled.
carnival of carnivals is a treat that never gets old.
cotton candy is pink and puffy, spun right out of gold.
tickets are being traded, fought over, bought and sold.
traveling from town to town, her tales quickly unfold.
If I told you, Donald, my love was true
Would you dance for me, glad to be my boo?
Or give a mean retort
Making a piggish snort
No Valentine's kisses from me to you
Melania is getting done with Trump
All he cares about is his nasty rump
The Epstein files don't lie
Knows he's guilty as pie
When his term ends, he'll be sent to the dump
If he tells me, I never wear a smile
It's because I think he's a pedophile
Ungodly as a papist
And a guilty rapist
Who knows what else is in the Epstein file
King Donald Trump thought Greenland he’d steal
Used threatening blunder in his spiel
This Valentines Day
Thought he’d have his way
Greenland said, “Up yours, Donald. No deal!”
Don Trumpty is totally impotent
He can't get it up for any event
It remains very slack
Can’t perform in the sack
On Viagra his bucks have all been spent!
Donald J. Trump held a Valentine's Ball
The world's dregs... he has invited them all
There was Kim Jong and Putin
Khamani and Rasputin
His ego boosted, he felt ten foot tall
No roses to give from the rose garden
He paved it with a black heart that's hardened
Installed gauche golden bling
and destroyed the East Wing
Criminals and crooks, he's given pardon
Melania said that they’d never part
And told him she loved him with all her heart
She held his waist tight
Squeezed with all her might
Poor Donald gasped and let out a fart
The President is standing in the buff
Posing nude and trying to strut his stuff
I guess he supposes
Wife wants sex not roses
But sadly, his old todger is too duff
Donald forgot it was Valentine's Day
Was too busy with targeting his prey
By grabby their tushy
His bare hands, so pushy
All the red roses sold out anyway
The FLOTUS put Donald in his place
In the bedroom he can’t touch first base
Cos he bedded Stormy D
Then Epstein files, oh dear me
The POTUS has got egg on his face
I'd be his Valentine if he'd hold still
Long enough for me to give him a pill
that would put him to sleep
And freeze the nasty creep
Putting him in a cryogenic chill
Cupid's arrows missed their mark, A collaboration of thoughts by
Jan Allison, Tania Kitchin, Tom Cunningham and Lin Lane
It was in the early dawn of December especially Roosters began to crow in the farmer's huts repeatedly They welcomed the first light of day indirectly. The famers untied their bullocks from the byre quickly
They kept the wooden plows on their shoulders lovely. And walked towards the fields with the bullocks merrily The cowboys loosened the cattle from the cow barn humbly. And they ran towards the pasture lands steadily.
Unbloused women came out their huts eagerly. And milked the horned cows in their pots slowly The sweet voiced cuckoos made coo, coo sounds properly And they tried to eat the ripped noni fruits wholly
The black crows crowed caw caw continuously And they flew towards the garbage in crowd casually. Big fruit bats rushed towards the mahua trees habitually Water lilies buds blossomed into flowers suddenly
Honey bees swarmed towards the blue lilies violently Water frogs jumped into the water from the leaves instantly The snowflakes began to vanish from the grasses inevitably. Great blue herons swallowed the catfish in the fields lovely
The street was echoed by the vendor loudly. Who had sold the tasty palm wine gladly The two eyes were not enough for us widely
To saw the sun rises in the early dawn exactly.
Citizens Are
By the numbers,
1,2,3... count them all you see.
From here and there and everywhere,
we are one.
America.
The land of plenty.
But what does that mean?
There is a story,
and a truth,
and freedom on paper...
that still waves
high above... in the air,
encircling her flag.
Men, women, and children
they came from every land.
Some traveled by boats,
road horses and even ran rails.
They took steamships...
sailboats, and longboats,
as passengers,
and some by chains,
unwillingly taken,
sold by their own kind,
into evil,
tricked and traded,
none spared.
They all had their own reasons,
one way or another...
but they knew together,
they were made better as a whole.
America,
the land of the free,
the brave, and heroic.
The ones that jump into the fire,
when trouble draws near.
The ones that know that faith,
has no fear at all,
"In God We Trust"
more than just words,
a way of life,
a way of living,
a way of being,
all that you can be,
because you can,
because there are no longer
restraints to weigh you down,
and the very love of being free,
fills the people,
with hope.
Can remember an ember from being a boy
Off for a trundle little me just a bundle of joy
Dream I am Roy of the Rovers or Rob Roy
Admit never did behave like Lord Fauntleroy
More up for a caper than being a paperboy
Dressing up always more Indian than cowboy
More bow and arrow shun the gun not my toy
Messing up older a bit bolder got first playboy
Each page teenage hormones rage their ploy
Confessing at some stage wore dodgy corduroy
Not a fave gave colder shoulder to sage Tolstoy
More plot thickens heart quickens Dickens envoy
Who's ever told sold better tales of the hoi polloi
Artful dodger that insightful and spriteful decoy
Delightful a bold cheeky and sneaky barrow boy
BUT
Liars & deniers stoking fires while we're choking annoy
Pariahs empires of desires requires knaves to employ
Craves those culture vulture raves which then destroy
Waves stroking cage of wage slaves to graves deploy
Don’t subscribe to tribe’s lust it must just surely cloy
Paths to Mars paves all caves in as did for Helen of Troy
SO
Won’t snaffle the health raffle... folks selling saveloy?
Or crickey chat to that spiky pikey prat yelling “Oi Oi”
We maybe all at sea but lets believe land’s nearly ahoy
Street food snack some heat... pak choi chilli and soy
Suss don’t ever be coy telling us what you dearly enjoy
The fuzzy warmth you feel clearly is the real deal mccoy
True birthday treat got to finally eat yearly at the Savoy
If beset then really never forget the reset for regret JOY
With booms and wheezes
The fireflies it teases
With sizzles and cracks
We remember our anger of tax
With smoke and lights
We remember our rights
Children scream with fear and joy
This is greater than any toy
We hope with all this sound
Nothing will burn to the ground
With the sky ablaze
Even the stars glaze
With red and green
Filled with its mighty sheen
And orange and white
That makes my heart feel tight
And with blue and teal
Which reminds me of my zeal
And with purple and gold
My awe is sold
And all other colors, old and new
I will always see the red, white, and blue
These days I feel things have gone wrong -
like words have vanished from a song
I used to always love to hear!
For long-ago good times I long.
I’ve seen such great things disappear
replaced by things that I now fear.
The values from my times of old -
I want again to have them near.
Warm yesteryears were priceless gold.
Today it seems they have been sold
to men who’ve turned the gold to tin.
So many things today feel cold.
Yes, driven by great greed and sin,
The evil always seem to win.
I want the words to my song back,
but I know not where to begin.
I write my poetry and pack
sad thoughts inside it. Oh, what lack
of nobleness! A world once bright -
I can’t help seeing it turn black.
Oct. 30, 2021
For Angel L. Villanueva's Interlocking Rubaiyat Poetry Contest
I am but a simple man who hopes and prays like you.
Who asks the Lord for earthly things that never do come true.
I turn and spin out of control and do just what I please.
Until I find it cost my soul, then I'm back down on my knee's.
When we are born, our only need is that we're fed and clean.
But soon we come to figure out what love can truly mean.
And that all the riches in the world can't heal a broken heart.
That's when we ask the man upstairs to help make a new start.
The answer to the question, whether answers come at all.
Depends on what your asking for and if you stand or fall.
They say a prayer that's steeped in faith is worth as much as gold.
But when the mine seems all dried up, you just feel bought and sold.
So why do we keep bending knee until our dieing day?
When faithless hope is all we bring to try and get our way.
A bible scholar, I am not, theres very little I've been taught.
But what I have learned in my life is to be glad for what you've got.
It seems that there are always those who wish that they could wear your clothes.
And grass is always greener when you don't know their demeanor.
So everything that you have sought with all your heart and soul.
Is right there with you in your lot to help you to be whole.
COLD
Me sinking in cold !
Need little warmth.
Why have you been so cold ?
Hold your tongue
and let me love !
Why have you been so cold ?
My is already sold
to my amour !
Now all hope is gone .
Pretending to be bold !
But feeling cold even under Sun.
Need little warmth.
Why have you been so cold ?
My love once was untold .
But now I unfold
each page of my book of love.
Your reciprocation I do deserve.
I preserved my love in core of heart.
How can you ignore ?
How can you hurt ?
My yearnings shining as gold
Lust rippled rolled.
Emotive urge claiming dynamism,
Yet feeling I am dying !
With deep wound in heart
I am drowning down in living hell !
Growing old.
No strength left to carry load
Me sinking in cold.
Stretching my hand, please hold.
Me sinking in cold.
Need little warmth.
I wondered what I’d do If I had chosen a career
Would it have been based on challenge or overcoming fear
I could have been an electrician
Working with plugs and wires and sprockets
Or maybe even a politician
Putting my hands in other peoples pockets
I might have been a mariner
When my ship was moored I’d rig it
Or possibly an undertaker
But I just didn’t dig it
How about being a dramatic actor
Playing a part that would make you cry
Study law and be a lawyer
Put my hand on a Bible and lie
I could have been a doctor
And helped ease somebody’s pain
I could have been a congressman
And sold my country down the drain
Be a horticulturist with flowers
From a daisy to a rose
Or a plastic surgeon with pictures
So my patients could pick their nose
I might have chosen to be a weather man
Being wrong most of the time
Or the CEO of a major company
Believing being a thief wasn’t really a crime
If I had to choose a career
I wouldn’t know where to start
So I’ll just be a poet
And stay true to my heart.