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(this pastiche promulgated many moons ago from those screaming bloody thirsty headlines from the Italian court for justice sans the brutal homicide attributed to this then American college student and her ex-boyfriend). My gut reaction that zero apr guilt linkedin with lovely looking lass, who may very well bear the burden of culpable guilt for the rest of (what this totally tubular unknown guy no war) a fulfilling life.
with the assiduous vigor of a cadre of volunteers
brought sought after fruition of freedom
per the release of imprisoned young (twenty something) American lass
whose former life sentenced commuted to egress from an Italian jail
to her home within Seattle, Washington
whereby family, friends and strangers who fought for her liberation
breathed one palpable surprising sigh of euphoric relief
when the plane who boarded landed safely on the tarmac of SEATAC
aswarm with frenzied television camera crews
scrambled to get the initial scoop and what promises
to land this once anonymous cell bait
an undisclosed amount of lucre
which many on the other side of the pond
find mind boggling if not downright objectionable
moreso livid with rage
against the Machiavellian machine
on account of supposed culpability in tandem with her then boy friend
accused (under the guise of guilty fiat)
sans homicide of college roommate
now sought after garnering this fawning female
(salaciously tagged by Perugian court with the sobriquet “she wolf”
now faces a future replete with riches aplenty
allowing gravity of ugly epithet plus stigma from accusation of murder
to serve as basis for what will no doubt be a best seller
not to mention made for the silver screen blockbuster
with subsequent royal carpet treatment
to compensate for guilty judgment decreed
without tangible evidence nor fair trial to boot!
Success, a much hyped word today
Everybody speaking about it here and far away
We have TED talks, gurus, life coaches all churning out the same stuff
Why has it become a word that we all have to snuff
People trying to outdo each other in all avenues
Cant we just stop and instead greet other bienvenue
Gone are the days when life was simple and just a 9-5 job
And work place another extended family cob
We clung to each other and wished each other well
It was a time when there was no Apple or Dell
Life was a routine meant to be loved and cherished
Have we become more loud and garish
Has technology made us robotic nerds
Looking for the next best video clip or something absurd
Movies are tagged with sex, violence and nudity
Have we gone from quiet wisdom to stupidity.
Success you have become quite excess
Just leave us a little while to catch out breaths and suck less.
In every beLIEve, there is a lie
Which lay hold on your mind; a tie
Like sweats dripping from glands to dry
For feeble is it to live free in forever goodbye...
Be calm but try to ask why
In every lOVERs' affair, there is an over
But before you'll discover
Many are times, you've laughed of Oliver
For his seeming twist in turns recovered
Now comes your turn to rediscover
Life is undercover!
In every friENDship, there is an end
Buried many reasons of needs to blend
In every little mistake you wish to amend
In pleasure to bless your partner and commend
Him off faults but you don't care to pretend
He can still become a godsend
In every trUSt, there is an us
Willing to bear the cross
Of all clouded trance of fuss
Where no one is at loss
Or be tagged a cuss
In lIFe, there is an if
That associates knee to knife
Which surrenders thy lovers to strife
And tears to keep it dead a tiff
Even if we have a qualified bailiff
Let lie be acceptable if it could save a life
Why won't end be welcomed to set us free
If trust is an issue to fight without laugh
Then all isn't over but a disguised referee
But when there isn't space for blunt truth
A place equal for both
Black and White: elders and youth
Who will be undaunting to oath
And caress it like Ruth
Life becomes miserable to cope
And a dreamland for a beautiful lost hope
#GeorgeFloydChallenge!
[Smuppet is a word of my own creation. It’s a portmanteau
compiled from Social media puppet (or indeed, muppet). I
came up with it to describe a brainwashed smuppet on the
radio today, who said he won’t have the Covid jab because
he felt he was being told too, and also that vaccine ID cards
are an invasion of his privacy, his freedom and his human
rights... duh!]
*
You borrow a book so you show them a card
And you need a license to drive in your car
For overseas travel it’s probably best
To have a few jabs against some local pest
You enter a bar or a nightclub or two
And if you look young they want ID from you
The post office leaves a note if you are out
But without ID you are going without
If you have a job to do, that’s good for you
Security want your pass to let you through
And if you drive in there’s an app on your phone
That means you can park in the staff only zone
Well, Facebook and Tiktok and Instagram too
And PayPal and YouTube all know you are you
Some know where you are and some know where you’ve been
You’ve set up a world where you’re never unseen
At pop festivals they put bands on your wrist
To tell folk you’ve paid but a point you have missed
So, ’No covid vaccine: No ID,’ you’ve bragged
But all the above means you’re basically tagged
You preach to the world it’s a privacy dive
How awful that governments want you alive
Your arguments frankly are all but anomalous
When you claim your right to be Mr Anonymous
*
[I do, of course accept one’s right to refuse the jab
so long as the reasoning is sound]
The nature's smell of Sodom
Parades war scent;
Smells it like Saddam's nose
To safeguard his own darling kingdom
How watching designs ascent
To save millions from foes
Which makes room for continuing lust
And finds it difficult afterwards to adjust
Even when no war seems around the corner
Yet they fear and doubt every foreigner
Iraq is to war what Sodom is to transgression
Yet He's full of mercy in anger cum genuine confession
To them sins kill boredom
The only happiness florescent
Which measure up her woes
Open destruction bestows
Warnings for fire to save autumn
Before timing bomb explodes without consent
The esthesis of Gomorrah
Lives in the deep Dead sea
To win the game away karma
How much plead will erase guilty?
When hearts feel cool hosting pleasure
How fear parades fate without check
Gearing up with joy for whatever becomes her Camorra
But with gut, the degree of the wrath eyes don't see
Except for the amusement audience did see in drama
What reasoning could have tagged absurdity
Is of high rate for worth as high as of treasure
So heavy; the one her ship can't stand cum wreck
To them wickedness strengthen ego
Her contest among dominant men
Forgiveness being enslaved in terror
Of endless quest trying times won't forego
Or bring to justice and be put into den
To face its own end in lonely terror
You sneeze; loud rowdy thunder strikes
Sins are irritants Your nose dislikes
Yet man's expulsion is involuntarily
For Your anger strikes temporarily
How come they don't see compassion
That brought on them such wrath; their eyes passion
Smell out
Turn about
You know me
Nothing surprise Thee
For nothing is hidden
Those that are forbidden
By Your commandments off caution
Which have done without precaution
Oh grow-up nose mask; smell not
For my sins are so hot
That You won't inhale such dirts periodically
Let alone You get to exhale spasmodically
My father was exceedingly
intelligent and well versed
and worldly wise
Despite and inspite of his
humble working class beginnings
and lack of formal education
He used to say education and
common sense are completely
different
Smart people are often said or
are refered to as being well read
But my father was not a great
reader he drew or the source
of his knowledge
Was reading newspapers and
watching the news religiously
So much so he made my mother
tape the news everyday without
fail
But the news he watched is
so far removed from that
is served up to us today
Because the news today has
become weaponised not for
good but for nefarious use
Stealth and entertainment
triumphs over content and factual
non-baised reporting
Not so much a tool for educating
and imparting knowledge trying
to induce thoughtful debate
But rather lecture and tell us
all what we are supposed or
allowed to say and think
Freedom of speech so long as
you agree with us
And god forbid if you disagree
even if you have a valid point
to argue
You will either be cut off
shot down or labelled and
tagged or made a pariah of
Fake news
Stealth agenda
Purveyors of the most
powerful virus in the history
of humanity
Corruption of the mind
via unfettered unregulated
propaganda
My name, I’m sure I had a name.
I wish I could remember my name.
My name, is it well known? Is it popular?
Does it have any fame?
I woke not knowing who I am,
Not knowing where I belong.
Not knowing if this is where I live,
Not knowing where I am from.
Do I like to surf the waves?
Infinitely open with the bright blue sea?
Or do I like to create new things of
Happy and rosy and free?
I guess I’ll name myself the name
Tagged on top of this shirt.
And then I’ll leave this hospital bed,
I don’t think I’m even hurt.
This feels odd, what year is it?
Have I always forgotten the date?
And wasn’t I once bigger than this?
I thought I was overweight.
I know I’m not young, but why’s this place
Filled with all these old timers?
Too many questions, I’ll have a rest
Under the sign that says “ALZHEIMERS”.
Faces come at me as stricken
as graveyard moons.
The supermarket hangs heavy,
laden as it is with neon anchors.
The aisles are runways for empty eyes,
a few sections contain searching bodies.
She turns to me at the check-out,
she has me tagged;
wine bottles from the mark-down bin
rattle on the moving counter.
She clutches a red plastic pocketbook.
Brown knee-length boots, dimples.
Gold button earrings - worn-out pretty;
hard liquor in soft bottles.
There is just us, and the
shuttling hands of the shop-worker'
She has to talk. "Sorry," she says.
I wonder if I should apologize also?
I think we are just forgiving each other
for being here in an awkward moment,
in the late hour, exposed like this.
Outside, the car park is lifting off
into the night.
A thousand aliens are leaving
to search for salvation.
I can't look at them,
each face is a small moon shining.
I’ve tried out a brand new form
It’s strange and not quite the norm
It’s been tried by two
Now how about you?
It’s honey, so start a swarm!!
Tried by R L and F J
Just let your pen find the way
To bring it some fame
Please join in the game
Try it…now what do you say?
Eileenesque sounds so divine
You need to try out your rhyme
Reverse the quatrain
No, it’s not a pain
Results can be quite sublime!
This is my one shot at fame
I know, it does sound so lame
Make my wish come true
Or I’ll just be blue
My life...will not be the same!!!
I want to thank Richard Lamoureux and F J Thomas for trying out my form. My poem…and the explanation of the form you will find under this title….Revenge’s Reward….Richard’s poem is Word Play….and F J Thomas’ Poem is Life’s Invincible Circle- Eileenesque! YES!!!! I had originally thought each stranza could have a mono-rhyme going on so it would be easier to make that fifth line that is tagged on to each quatrain “fit” but you can compare and contrast and give your own feedback. I’m just tickled pink that these two lovely friends and poets made my…..DAY…WEEK…and MONTH!
The essence of wit is brevity
which interestingly evinces chivalry
delivered verdict to hex hoar size
(once and for all) president
dons mantle of deviltry
and trumps constitutional credo
defining American elementary
particular edicts denoting, enshrining,
framing, grand honorable inalienable rights
when foolhardy lobbyists prevail
evicting execrable“enemy”
i.e. forward thinking (progressively liberal)
which subsequently might help
timid citizens to invoke probate, procure, produce cojones
in opposition against rabidly power hungry,
misogynistic courting among the body politik
fostering future feverish fortuity,
toward risking life and limb sans
Uncle Sam selfless gratuity
(especially as Benjamin Button syndrome –
reverses aging process
acquired thru heredity
gets in full swing) stamping mindset
nonestablishmentarian identity
with my Kosher blessing despite any infamy
permission to go ahead with jocularity
from a superstar coach named Kennedy
thereby garnering homespun liberty
where icon bank on direct
laudable, linkedin longevity
with unrolled Scottish grandeur
(Pomp and Circumstance broadcast)
synchronized with precise
unrolled welcome mat
yule receive granted “FAKE” feted soiree
as curtain call doth close toward
final decade of mortality
yet dismiss bing hash-tagged
a scofflaw at any opportunity
especially if legislated mandate
earmarked as priority
in tandem with the key quality
apothegm stipulates decrease sing sanity
as the hands of father time
spin (Doktor Dude Little) backward
away from present day turbidity
increasing revanchism uber victory.