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No doubt an Eskimo as fabulous breeze
feeling in their element with style, elan
while snacking on crackers and cheese
this spate of bitter cold doth not seem to ease
as Arctic air blast (oh riff you prefer Polar Vortex)
submerged much of the nation
in what feels like absolute zero,
and no matter the appellation,
the outdoors analogous to being in a deep freeze
brings state of emergency (designated as Code Blue
from drain on bare necessities sans:
energy, food, general habiliments
unable to traverse frozen waterways
obstructing tankers access
to key shipyards, thus imposing
engines of society (Mother Nature decreed
harshly lashed pact with ole man winter)
asper bitter cold temperatures
gripping sizable chunk of United States,
where one step outside induces chattering class
to shiver from hypothermia,
and scant number of minutes will witness rigor mortis
evinced by knocked knees
whereat authoritative figures strongly advise
(nee require) every person to stay home
lest (if heedless) within seconds
their body electric will seize
from unseen large area of low pressure
and cold air surrounds both of Earth's poles
chastising anyone foolish enough
to risk life or limb, thus take a page
from hibernating bears playbook,
and stay under warm covers
collecting countless z's!
Your eyes, a storm, a captivating fire
Pulled me in close, fueled by raw desire
Whispers started, shadows in the night
Tales of broken hearts, in pale moonlight
A legacy of pain, a trail you leave behind
Twisted satisfaction, tearing up your mind
State of emergency, declared inside my head
Sirens scream your name, a warning I have read
I'm not apologizing, for slamming shut the door
You're a hurricane of chaos, I can't ignore
A State of emergency, saving what's left of me
From guilt hungry, eternally.
Wear your father's madness, a crown of thorns
Repeating patterns, since the day you were born
Chasing fleeting pleasure, power in the fall
But guilt's a hungry monster, it will swallow all
Reconciliation's empty, without a debt repaid
A license to destroy, another life betrayed
A State of emergency, declared inside my head
Sirens scream your name, a warning I have read
I'm not apologizing, for slamming shut the door
You're a hurricane of chaos, I can't ignore
A State of emergency, saving what's left of me
From guilt hungry, eternally.
We're oil and water, baby, a volatile mix
You crave the drama, I just need the fix
Of peace and quiet, sanity restored
I said what I said, and every word I meant
Is the truth, my dear, a line you can't erase
You got what you want, a tragic, empty space.
State of emergency, declared inside my head
Sirens scream your name, a warning I have read
I'm not apologizing, for slamming shut the door
You're a hurricane of chaos, I can't ignore
A State of emergency, saving what's left of me
From guilt hungry, eternally.
Eternally forever...
In a State of emergency…
Gasoline and Fire
You're not me… And I’m not you...
Trumps Feeble, Limp, Rox... Zilch State Of Emergency
H.G. Wells..., ah...now there
without dark shadow of a doubt,
in my (myopic brown) eyes,
a prolific writer hooked hood accessorize
the English language, and captivated
populations, sans "The War Of
The Worlds" to realize,
with an assiduous presentation
convinced listeners, how
aliens did cannibalize
innocent Earthlings strictly via radio,
where rapt audience could actualize
"FAKE subjects" pretended to agonize,
yea of course after receiving
substance that did anesthetize
in an effort to minimize
potential melee erupting,
which feasible outburst,
could tinder, kindle, and antagonize
crowdsourcing masses,
who suddenly became repentant,
and sought to apologize
each to their personal deity, apprise
zing respective comportment, thus
the apprenticed faux presidential Don,
rather than agonize
over farcical shenanigans, where dissension
among rank ken file seems to arise,
could take page from said playbook
visiting storied aforementioned scribe,
whose spirit author might be able to authorize
and conjure creative satisfactory
acceptable non costly deterrent breadthwise
cuz, more anger will materialize,
particularly if monies summarily brutalize
for social services that benefit the 99%
myself and the missus included analogous to...baptize
with gentile invisible knifed incision
or if Semitic tolled uncivil lies,
asper emotional financial, mental...
painless process to circumcise
purportedly for best interests
of citizens at heart, but tummy
essentially acting counterclockwise
to the modus vivendi that underlies
the immigrant experience that peopled
United States Of America, who did colonize
at expense of rightful natives
scattered innocent tribes, whose demise
vis a vis any fact checker, would
clearly recognize as blatant lies!
California Fires Fueled By Das Don Trumpeting Hot Air ©
Dante's Inferno chokes breathable air
fiery flames fuel
state of emergency
president did declare
despite his disclaimer global warming
"FAKE," no matter glare
ring obvious indisputable proof, nonetheless,
the commander in chief
blatantly doth jeer
and doubles down ‘bad
environmental laws’ mare
reed with water
shortage explains conflagration,
oh...,and while he takes
a knee in prayer
(re: home companion fashion)
Thee Oaf blithely vouchsafes
courtesy, sans colorful swear
words plus (purportedly,
unbeknownst to him
marijuana laced powder milk biscuits
giving him courage - er chutzpah
as if he needed any) to veer
way off script of late spluttering, spouting,
and even spewing outrageous claims
that (YES) extraterrestrials rank as chief
villainous figures as
nonpareil arsonists this year.
This Lake Woe
begone Wharton warrior
no stranger to attribute blame,
where unidentified flying objects
affected intergalactic collusion
(hare brained scheme hatched,
engineered, and brooded
while holed away in his
Trump Taj Mahal) from
outer limits of
twilight zone) fair game,
not averse to accuse
Norwegian bachelor farmers
falsely, and even
Grimm folklore characters,
not outrageous to name,
he will continue to repeat falsehoods,
and later subsequently quote
himself without shame!
The Path To Least Resistance -
By: Sue S. Side
Amp pull ease just sparked insight,
I suddenly became aware,
(actually self actualization
came ohm to roost - dare
ring with mighty stir since this
Earthling orbited thru the atmosphere
back in time many a passing,
quickening, and rip snorting year),
how my current psychological,
neurological, and emotional despair,
sans crafted - plane vanilla
existential plight grounded, nixed,
and shorted former spunky,
quirky, and goofy boyish air
snuffed out, hopscotched
(along buttery, bow jangly rocky
unlevel road i.e. skeletal derriere)
extinguished courtesy nihilistic fanfare
with counterproductive antiwelfare
of self, when just a tendershoot, nothing
boot bag of unlovely bones when bare
grim reaper das scythe
did to hunker down
specifically anorexia attired
with trademark black hoodie wear
firmly entrenched, would
not budge, clear
out, nor disappear
matter of fact arrogant behavior
cannibalistic ornery rode
roughshod, and cavalier
dauntless demeanor debonaire
leaving body electric
in utmost disrepair,
lo parents trumpeted
state of emergency
and sought out consigliere
one Doctor Ted Goldberg care
fully applied his deft, heft,
whence nervosa finally left
after quite long stretch of time
not without a fight,
and permanently sear
my esprit de corp
undermining foursquare - buzzfeeding
every epidermal micro hectare
pot tent lee loosed pendulum
within pit of mine being, a nightmare
minimally livingsocial, linkedin
to tomb ma birth family prepare
ring to die just on verge of puberty
analogous to bot sized
wrecking ball lob
bing within me tummy scare
ring the Bejesus
from those who begat me
nonetheless felt immense care
and concern helpless, and lacked app
nowadays accessible within sphere,
viz zitting world wide web,
now holed up in mancave sitting here
reflecting how I sabotaged
vitality, virility and vim stunting
maturation across vast swath of yesteryear!
My past, its starting to collide with my present but still, its
still a blessing even tho it feels like a desert...everything
in life is a lesson, but this one thing may be holding me
back from true happiness and it has me feeling lesser,
unless I...follow this threw, everything happens for a
reason that's why its happening to you! After prayer
there's that moment of clarity, but my heart needs cpr
I'm in a state of emergency...my past is still haunting me
something serious, and that's the one thing I hate telling
people I fear it...might run them away...but Lord God let
the old me the, the fear in me slowly decay, let me do it
your way even it hurts following you does pay, I'm in a
hurt locker, I need my heart doctor...make me whole,
don't let me sleep on you I'm taking no dose!
Brother and Father, true
Of 90 years, they have no clue
Grandchildren rush to wishes, send
None yet, from the great-grandson at Trent's end
Born in the depression pit
Promised relief if at desk, you sit
Watched a subcontinental tear
To join a state of emergency, rare
From steamship to service royal
You proved yourself truly loyal
The crown's agents embraced you, sure
For their empire's profit, pure
You, in stature, grow
Wife and kids in tow
Gave them your all
Theirs to rise and fall
A new crown stalks the land
They miss the card in your hand
Joke's on them, right
Let them learn a nonagenarian's might
From the prodigal, a wish in rhyme
This sixty-second time
No mere words, off a duck's back
True feelings of love, don't lack
I look myself in the mirror and I
quickly look away, the man I see
before me was different yesterday
seems to me I worship the same
God everyday, I been a slave to my
flesh for too long still I'm hoping
today is my payday, Mayday my life
is in a state of emergency, they say
it's power in prayer I hope so
because me not doing so is hurting
me, my surgeon says I gotta heart
condition and the only way to fix it
is to be sincere with repentance,
forgiveness only takes place when
the heart is broken and contrite,
psych 101 when your mind is a
slave, no matter how hard you try
it's hard to escape, but the father
threw a rope a way out of this
destruction, the son gave it all up
and it cost us nothing. So as I look
back into that mirror I see what he
saw imperfect perfection, sanctified
sinner who by faith and grace he
predestined
The old mans eyes lights up
As he retells the story of the hero
Who grew in his own village our village
Who was one of them grew with them
He tells of how the hero disagreed
With the colonial church and went on
To found the African independent church
Later on he joined the freedom fighters
On the fateful day they surrounded
His hideout as he awaited provision
Sold out by a traitor who was said
To poses two voices..meaning
The traitor served two masters
Surrounded by the king African rifles
John stone asked for a cigarette
After which he scampered into the bush
Accompanied by a hail of bullets
The following days schools were burning
Independent African schools were burning
And a state of emergency was declared
And the slopes erupted in war and terror
The battle was to redeem the land
And many paid a heavy price.. blood
The old man sighs.. those were sad times
Those were sad times he ends the narrative
code 254
(A heroes remmembrant)
State of emergency,
stressed with much urgency.
Snow flurries,
blind me,
I can't find my way home.
I roam,
in a foot of snow,
alone and cold.
I will not fold,
Trudging through this powder white.
Vicious winds blow,
chapped lips,
the hair on the back of my neck grows,
winters might shows,
sleet, into snow,
then back to sleet.
two feet,
ice and snow,
temperatures low.
In this dreadful winter storm.
We are in a State of Emergency,
Father winters aggression scorns,
left alone at home
with hot chocolate
and a scone...
We are in a State of Emergency........
Jared Pickett
12/19/09
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