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When Cowardice and Sloth shook hands,
their deal produced a special breed
of thief whose basic low-risk plans
to victimize the ones in need
required no smarts and little speed.
This slacker wouldn’t keep a job.
He’d rather steal than work one day.
He had no conscience; he would rob
an elder of retirement pay
or steal from gardens on his way.
He knew the food bank down the street
had more than food because he’d seen
folks donate cash. Also, some sweet
old ladies ran the place. Some green
he’d gain, for who would intervene?
He donned a mask and swaggered in.
A white-haired lady said, “Hello,
what would you like?” His wicked grin
was followed by, “The CASH! You know,
I’ve got a gun. Girls, don’t be slow!”
Then panic set in—his, not theirs.
They had black belts in martial arts.
“HaYAH!”—They came at him in pairs
and showed him how they treat upstarts
with thieving hands and wicked hearts.
August 10, 2021
entered in the Panic at the Food Bank Contest
received NA August 22, 2021
August 25, 2021
entered in the August 2021 NA's Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Constance LaFrance
P D is VANE everybody.
P D craves fame and popularity.
Probably comes from a very dysfunctional family.
My poor little poet destroyer P D.
PD won't slam woman and do you know why?
She has nothing against women, but P D hates guys.
P D buy guys has most probably been victimized.
So P D just loves slamin men,
again, and again.
It's P D's way of getting even
with all the stupid men
who may have made her a victim.
Slam the hell outta me PD my friend,
if this is truly your reason for being the ongoing champion
in the artful poetry none as SLAM.
Ya need to victimize a male,
look no further. You'll slaughter me every time and never fail.
because you helped me tremendously P D,
and so in return I'll always be there for my little Poet Destroyer, Pd
Oh yes, by the way PD, I've beaten you to the punch and posted for all to read
My sincere message of apology to you for all to read.
There isn't anything about me that I care others see.
So Ha Ha. Beat Ya to it! In ya face PD!
"I really do consider you a very close friend to me, but if you want to cut off ties with me, I'll
understand and not take it personally. If I did offend you PD, I'm very sorry. Most Sincerely,
theKidster, Billy"
So I’m forced to take responsibility
For the actions of leaders I never trusted
And if I lack this absurd ability
You’d claim that I am maladjusted
But where were your morals when I suffered
What is your share of responsibility
For my troubles, why didn’t you offer
Your very supportive reliability?
Please don’t worry about to react
We both know the answer, don’t we
You may victimize me just like that
Then accuse me for playing a victim’s ennui
It’s an old tribal song, to shift the blame
To the poor, sending them to fight
I’m responsible for different songs to play
And I do, when the time is right.
Twisty Pine
Trying to stand tall
With all scars exposed
Carved and gouged
Like the twisty pines
Bled slowly for their essence
Among a forest of disfigured
Unbandaged
Left to cry out forgotten tears
Of neglected fears
In silent slumbers asleep
Where dreams dissolve like sand
Through an infinity-glass
Dripping sweat into boiling oil
Like sap funneling into a brass cup
All to fuel this ceaseless machine
Called the foolish capitalist scheme
Where we self-victimize
And trust the political guise
To save us from our lies
While committing genocides
Right in front of our very eyes
And we milk the desperate
Chastise the disparate
Falsely loft the corporate
Empower the degenerates
Trying to stand tall
With my guts exposed
Scorched and brittle
Like the twisty pines
Bleeding through the burns
Among a forest of dismembered
Disbanded
Left to wait out the final years
As the inevitable collapse nears
In violent numbers they reap
Where teams divide the land
Like a supremacist class
Skipping threats, despoiling the soil
To tap crumbling veins until she dries up
All to fuel a caustic regime
Call all fools to prop this smokescreen
Time to self-aggrandize
At the cost of innocent lives
Teaching our children to despise
Without knowing where the hate truly lies
Why be real when you can pretend to be wise?
Trying to stand tall
With my roots exposed
Eroded and diseased
Like the twisty pines
Gripping to the ground
Among a forest of fallen
Decomposing
Left to die out with my broken peers
As earthen truth disappears
May my essence travel through the mycelium
Before the planet becomes a mausoleum
Transforming the scheme into a coalescence
Transmuting a dream into future’s presence
Bio,
mature, sincere, loving, and respectful,
Son of Brijnandan Prasad and Muni Devi,
Lover of natural beauty, beautiful wife, beautiful children and grandchildren,
Have deep loneliness for heavenly departed wife, find solace in the beauty of nature, passion for helping less fortunate people,
Apparently, no one fears me, May be burglars who don’t dare to victimize me, May be scammers who try to cheat me every day.
Love to travel and see European Countries & African Safary in native countries, Art and painting shows, My relatives in India,
Castro Valley, California,
Narain
Seeing my daughters, son, their spouses give me the sweetest beat,
Grandchildren bring joy and cheer to my aging heart, so neat,
Nothing more precious than those who are my own in this life,
Good friends overshadow earthly possessions, easing strife.
Dexter has a dark uncontrollable need to take human life.
He's a serial killer psycho path most certified,
but innocents need not fear dark dreaming Dexter.
He satisfies his bloodlust by only killing other killers.
He channels his darkness where he believes it will do the most good,
eliminating predators who victimize innocents in his neighborhood.
He's not trying to be a hero vigilante or protector of the public.
He hasn't any delusions of being a superhero. No evidence of a God complex.
Quite frankly, feelings of conscience, remorse or any feelings at all
are quite alien for Dexter, but he must fake them all.
The only time Dexter truly feels anything
is when Dexter stalks and kills his next victim
and he must satisfy his craving again and again.
He kills only killers who like he haven't any feelings at all
because Dexter believes that's his best option at never getting caught.
Dexter is a Showtime TV series,
and despite it's darkness, it's also at times very funny.
http://billythekidsters-antisocialclub.ning.com/forum/topics/billythekidsters-dexter-page
This lush green and putrefying smell is in what I rejoice.
Some humidity is enough for me to glide to and fro,
on dead leaves, under rotting branches...among preys and predators;
no limit of land and no society to dictate my behavior.
The earth of God, I revere for the livelihood it provides to me.
I know not why you brought partition in our unique home,
to rule ruthlessly upon me and other jungle lives.
I’m a danger to you with my venom but you are more dangerous
to me with a filthy mind, developed to victimize my race.
You track me even in this deep jungle, no longer your land.
Your toxin is far more toxic; you kill your own unnecessarily!
I work hard to find my survival and protect my family but
you exploit me to extortion, to enhance your own life;
in zoos, in labs, my skin in bags and wallets, my corpse
in museums and paradoxically revere me for fantasies and boons!
I defend my home as you do but segregation and discrimination
is your very nature, foolish man; you are thus doomed to ceaseless misery.
One dances to your rod, one wags its tail while another carries your burden;
you befriend them all deviously to discard them after use.
I pray one day you come back to where you belonged,
in the lush green, to know your worth and recognize God is only one;
certainly not as you describe!
7/02/17
As they leave
They leave with us nothing but an empty
Treasure to treasure which even Judas Iscariot
The disciple’s Treasure cannot measure
And treasure with pleasure.
As they leave,
They victimize and they seize with impunity
And dishonour students’ union leader’s certificates
Since 2000,for leading peaceful protest
Within and outside campus
As they leave,
They leave with stains of blood of 17 pensioners
And their other colleagues in their hands
While younger colleagues and students mere
Exist like living corpses
They vindictively sack staff who tell them
The naked truth and seize food from their families
As they leave,
They leave with our monetised vehicles and valuables
Monetisation another coinage for stealing people’s
Goods and properties
As they leave,
They relish and enjoy destroying people’s lives
And careers, giggling, later, dexterously smiling
And suddenly laughing hysterically like a naked
Beautifully handsome man dancing to no particular
Beat in Dugbe market
As they leave,
They leave with us fusion of confusion
Sensational exploitation and victimization
Intimidation and bastardization of the then
Glorious University of Ibadan culture and traditon
As they leave,
They leave thinking that their evil deeds will
Be buried and buried with them secretly
Alas!!…the wind has blown and the buttocks
Of the mother-hen is exposed.
Alayande Stephen. T
20th,September,2005
6.00am
Form:
My undying reflection stares with obscure demon eyes.
A cold souless breath breathing eternal lies,
Infecting self-loathing hatred and obsession,
Never repenting not a single confession.
You cannot stop me in this state,
My spells cast and control your fate.
Sleepless in shadows, another mind decays,
Laughing at tomorrow, scratching away the days.
Searching for silence, concentrating to focus again,
Scattered thoughhts wondering as the light fades to darkness within.
The thousand voices of confusion repeats words of unease,
Twisted mentals not only float but drown in the seas.
Black world exixtense before birth,
Shattered souls lost, wondering hollow earth.
Beating the surface, shallow waters barely break,
Submerged in the subconscience, loathing in the lifeless lake.
Bastard taped with no words to record,
Constant confusion strained conscience concord.
Empty hands near timeless sand, thru the hour glass it fades,
Riots for eternity, cursed internally, mental warfare raids.
In my eyes....terrorize,
Soundless cries....victimize,
Stomach emptied of all it`s content.
As Vacant thoughts pay no rent.
Gently creeping and consuming inside, with a twist, your mind mine,
With this accomplished suicide design.
CUPID
Free Verse
Hello Cupid, how are you?
Did you bring your bow and arrow?
How is the mischievous and winged child of love?
Be careful as you pierce one's heart to fall in love.
Please don't aim that bow and arrow to me
I am an old man in my seventies
Don't be troublesome, don't tickle my heart
Aim that arrow to the younger ones.
Amor Vincit Omia, love conquers all
I know you're also powerful
Today is your day and you go around
Looking for someone to victimize and fall in love.
With beauties around me, let not my heart be enthralled
In my golden years, let me live a life of piece and comfort.
I've been in love so many times
My heart was pierced so my times
My heart was hurt so many times
I cried so much in the past
Stop pulling my leg, I'll report you to Venus and Mars.