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~~FEAR IS A WEAPON~~
To steal the calmness from your
soul's calm vibrations.
Thus~ stop listening to the news.
A fear mongering sensation!
We eat and swallow it whole,
like a fresh apple off a tree.
Then we contact our friends, we
make fear, their commanding reality.
Agreement on fear and our end is
near, you will f'ind here in far too
many verses.
Instead of our dreaming of bright
tomorrows, we dream of black hearses.
It's so insane to believe all these
medical lies.
The no honor news, makes people think
we are dying like flies.
The co-morbidity numbers of deaths
are mostly unknown.
And one TV channel, posts the
numbers 24/7, more than a tad overblown.
The vaccine, people, wake up,
will not save your ****!
Nor the mask police, the biggest, most
obnoxious farce.
Do your own wise research and read
between the lines.
You will find the TV numbers, skewed,
and the recovery rate is quite high!
September 22, 2020
7:30pm PST
The less important
Every TV channel carries
The same news is as it is sent from a news source
Central Trump is good, and is Putin bad
And no one asks about its verity, it is just read
by some lovely people who look sincere.
I have been overcome by angst, it starts from
the inside going out
My skin is grey and pale, and sweat drips on
My T-shirt.
I should know, but I can`t find the source of
its conception, but I try something about
eyes and in them I read surprise at the oncoming
I saw him fall
heard the crack of a broken neck
Walking away, nothing I could do but
stepping over an inert body and into boisterous life
No one goes down to crazy town
they stay put or don't care,
but floods seep
tides rise
snakes swim.
Crazy town does not knock
before it comes in.
Murderous are the many
who though few
do much when they do.
Bedlam glowers
bawls naked from gothic bell towers,
the batty belch bawdily
in the public square.
The cops run guns drawn
but they run the other way.
Crazy runs the subway
green are the goblins of crime.
Crazy craps in the street,
rats deplore the mess;
it's all so cruddy and awful
change the tv channel,
or turn the volume down
on high-jinxing, carjacking,
dog nabbing,
crazy town.
Cookery Programs
Chunky fists hit the kitchen sink...hard
on every TV channel.
So manly, they are not queers
but 100% men,
No flowery aprons for us.
Cooking was what women did before,
but no more,
Now you get the Sunday roast with added
aggression and swearing.
The kitchen has been turned into
a battlefield of egocentric men who´s
The ambition is to be the best in
the rarefied world of cookery
It is not about you, the diner.
When the kitchen soldiers put food
on your plate,
They try to make it into a work of art
When all you wanted was a steak and fried onions
at a friendly price.
The less important
Every TV channel
carries
the same news, it is as posted from a news
central Trump is good, is Putin bad
and no one asks about its verity
by some nice people who look sincere.
I'm overcome by angst
it starts from the inside going out
my skin is grey and pale and sweat drips on
my T. shirt.
I should know but I can`t find the source of
its conception, but I try something about
eyes and in them, I read, surprised by the oncoming
I saw him fall
heard the crack of a broken neck
Walking away, nothing I could do but
stepping over an inert body and into boisterous life
For the whole time, it is the concubine
can stay till night from hours so early
none can distract, not even life combine
anytime to watch makes green the valley
joy from shows and talks nothing can suppress
one miss injures with a terrible scar
entertainment so great and nothing less
no matter its length, one will go as far
next is the stop but keeps the run further
music or movie, more views they induce
change channel or get a life, it’s neither
sticks to the flat screen no matter the dues
a day long fun makes worse this weird state
one who respects time will be a wise mate.
This new virus is a party,
A party island wide.
From town to town, quarantine.
Come in,
You won't miss the luxury you had abroad,
It's complete with food to make your mouth water.
This new virus is a party,
It's complete with free wi-fi.
Forget your burning fever,
You're being well cared for,
Complete with your favourite TV channel.
Come in,
If you do, you'll feel richer than a king,
It's complete with staff waiting on your every need.
This new virus is a party,
It's complete with free wifi.
I don't know why you ever leave,
But I guess you felt sorry for us,
So did you come to bring us this party?
Come in,
You can dance all night in a cocoon of a room,
Free of others weird glances and jesting laughs,
This new virus is a party,
A party island wide.
From town to town, quarantine.
* I simply wish those idiots who run away from quarantine to find their brains and get themselves cured at least, if they don't think of others. I'm sorry to give such a picture about Srilankans, but this is purely what I feel.
Scots teenager
Air gun
Rabbits and Ducks
Gunned down for the fun
Then there came a day
When this boy and gun
No longer desired
This type of fun
A programme he watched
On a TV channel
A guy called Attenborough
Truth, no flannel
His care for the animals
Left me ashamed
Of all the Ducks and Rabbits
I injured and maimed
He opened my eyes
In such a way
I can't kill a fly
Not even with spray
And over the years
And the places he's been
What he has brought me
To my Television screen
Madagascar Lemurs
Yaks from Nepal
Amazing Amazonia
Glorious them all
My respect for him
Prompted me
Two lines in my poem
" My Dinner Table " for thee
There are not many people
I crave to meet
But this Gentleman Attenborough
I'll shake his hand as we greet
" Honoured to be in Christopher Higgins contest "
I know I might sound crazy
And perhaps I am insane,
But my trip to the farm
Exploded on my brain.
I know that I know, that I know
I heard that cow go moo,
But the expert on the news
Just tore my heart in two.
I was sure the expert was wrong,
When he said that indeed
He heard the cow say “Buzzzt”.
I turned the TV channel
To watch the picture show,
Then the actor came on
And confirmed the news expert
Was right that the cow went “buzzzt.”
Soon the buzzing was everywhere
And it just gnawed at my brain,
I knew that the cow said moo,
But it was driving me insane.
Images on the computer,
Sound shorts on the YouTube,
Even on the shirts of my friends
And the clerks at the grocery store,
The cow says “Buzzzt.”
If only they would go to the farm,
and hear for themselves,
Is all it would take to see-
But they don't want to go,
Because I am crazy.
I might not be the expert,
But I know I am not insane,
I heard that cow go moo,
And I am not playing game.