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Beyond the imposing and the high iron gate
The picturesque setting of the Oxford University
Situates the hedonistic oriented Bullingdon Club
Founded more than 200 years ago.
The socially exclusive students get the invitation
To join the Club as its elite members
Many of whom have attained prominence
And position of power in Britain’s political arena.
The ill-famed Club is known for
Its wealthy members and their notorious behavior
Partaking in the boisterous rituals such as
Vandalizing restaurants and students’ rooms.
The Club’s colors are sky blue and shining ivory
Seen on the tailcoats the members wear
For the annual dinner where the drunken revelers
Greet each other chanting “buller, buller, buller”.
The Club has survived the roller-coaster ride
Lurching between frequent recruitment crises
And nearly facing the shut down
But the buller has a way of bouncing back.
The distinctiveness of its haughty members
Reflected in their one-upmanship attitude
Took them to eminence along the tough tracks
The outside world is skeptic about their dubious traits.
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April 7, 2023
Contest : Bullingdon Boys
Spoinsored by : Joe Maverick
A dedication to my creative writing mentor Tom Foolery
The measuring cup was shattered
and lying all over the floor
It was an old pal,
for making tea of mine, through many days of many rainy seasons
It was never an easy feeling to register
you need help in your mirror, after all these days
Something is quite in-situ there, thinking that I am in need of it again for evermore.
I let her go,
an old pal is waiting for the floor to clean the space with neatness to go on.
As they sue an misunderstood brain, for vandalizing the face that is to be carved on the stone
I gifted her the soul
and I saw her blue eyed in pain, as a bottle cringes in pain, in a blindfolded loss
I simply reminded her,
it is okay to be imperfect, just let us float in, and you shall find my truth. Within.
Where I stayed and stayed and stayed for too long,
in the mere wish of a friend, for a life to be true, in thick and thin.
2021 was a good mourning...
but 2022 was so and so...
and 2023 is here marching in, once again!
Is it too late to catch up the show?
Standing too close is very dangerous,
can we tell who carries the disease?
Everybody refuses to pay the price.
No effort is made to obey restrictions;
who really likes to stay inside, be quarantined,
wear an ankle bracelet and be controlled?
Riots, protests, obscenities and bloody faces,
bricks shatter windows, stores burning;
thugs vandalizing, smashing and looting.
Trump threatens and sends in Federal Agents,
Portland's anarchists spread terror;
America is on the brink of social war.
How many children have died?
how many mothers have grieved?
Streets and avenues are filled with blood,
American flags are stepped on and burned,
statues are toppled, monuments defaced.
The price of decency in today’s world
Is the same as it has always been:
Your liberty or your life.
If you give a moose a muffin
After all
Next you’ll have to invite them in
For a glass of milk.
And we all know how difficult it is
To get a moose to leave your kitchen.
And so it goes for the illegals
Flooding the open borders
Or the squatters trespassing
Into empty homes
Or the homeless and hapless
Stealing and vandalizing with impunity.
If you’re a decent person today
The lawless will walk all over you.
And those who enable and encourage
Such lawlessness, remain protected
Whilst whistleblowers of all stripes,
From Julian Assange to Seth Rich,
End up in exile or simply dead.
There you have it.
Exile and death.
The future of human decency.
(3/22/24)
The best artists are outlaws
Vandalizing our sanctity,
Our sanctimonious freight trains,
Our parsimonious neglect.
The best artists are culprits
Chiseling our school desks,
Scraping our bathroom stalls,
Doodling our notebooks.
Graffiti spray paints the struggle,
Scribbling defaces the pretense,
Defilement arrests the complacent,
Disfigurement sullies the platitude.
Defacers embody the dialectic,
The opposition to conformity,
The betrayal of uniformity,
The rebellion against authority.
The best artists are pariahs,
Trashing our temples,
Tossing out our moneychangers,
Driving out our shysters.
Join me with glee in my marvelous baby educational spree
To study human body, also called anatomy
Midst simple biology along humble theology:
Praising God* for being disease-free, praying for His nod-decree.
Tantalizing eyes I have to witness against vandalizing guys
Nose to smell the awesomely nice – oh, "wowsomely" fries
Mouth that will soon beauteously advise midst the odiously unwise
Tongue thriving for truth to rise, striving despite lies.
I thank God for a relieved heart pressure thru my Mom's care-gesture
Relaxing neck pleasure follows good spine posture
My stomach in love’s enclosure shows my Dad's hand aid-feature
Likewise, I enjoy hair-smoothing leisure midst head rub’s stature.
I thank and praise God since I can stretch and shake my quirky feet
With my parents' help, I can bend my knees as I take my seat
While they tickle my toes along fellowship-heat
Their warm love thrills me; "good day, Sweet, Baby" they greet!
*Psalm 139:14 "I will praise thee; for I am fearfully and wonderfully made: marvellous are thy works; and that my soul knoweth right well."
October 23, 2018
Fully edited on January 18, 2019
1st place "Baby Face What's You THINKIN'" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by James Edward Lee Sr.; judged on 2/5/2019.
Ruining Of Society
Earthquakes are everywhere.
No one can be found here and there.
A lawless society.
With no authority.
Vandalizing someone's property.
No care but to destroy the environment anyway.
An era of decay.
The world is going insane.
Mankind above the law.
Just like Babylon.
The sins of the earth.
Burn down the flesh, remain in the dirt.
A corrupt government.
Everyone can see it.
Many will suffer.
The world is going under.
Every man for himself.
No food on the shelf.
Centuries burning, what a shame.
Nothing will ever change.
A holy war no one can see.
Stand by the cross, it’s all that I need
It was the most horrible thing I've ever seen.
I was murdered 100 years ago on Halloween.
A man accused me of vandalizing his house but I didn't do it.
I told him that I was innocent but sadly, I could not prove it.
He grabbed his double barreled shotgun and I was shot.
He threw my corpse down his well and there it would rot.
When I was killed, I became a ghost.
Revenge was what I wanted the most.
And I got exactly what I wanted.
That man committed suicide after being haunted.
I haunted him for months and he couldn't take it anymore.
He shot himself in the head and his corpse fell to the floor.
I haunt that man's house on Halloween, I haunt it once a year.
If you come to this house on Halloween, you will experience fear.
That man murdered me and when he died, he went straight to Hell.
Stay away from this house on Halloween or I will haunt you as well.