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2015 and years thereafter
The year of two thousand and fifteen,
has not been a good year for world peace.
Brotherhood of Man. I despair of our
lack of empathy with children killed by
Well-meaning
Bombs dropped by nations
Those who look for peace through violence.
I recall from history books a king named
Croesus, everything he touched turned into
gold, and he died amidst plenty.
State-sponsored violence spawns terror and
And newer versions of ISIS will not go away,
And we cannot understand that there will be
no peace before the whole world is a ruin if
We do not come to our senses and stop feeding
terror`s voracious appetite.
This is a poem about Poverty
Burns like a dragon with multiple Limbs
consumes like a voracious vampire
which is dangerous even at sunlight.
This is a familiar Beast well known.
It functions from the inside to the outside
manifests with a paralytic effect
and kills like the venom of the Black mamba
It's hooks spare not the captured
not even those who seem redeemed.
It alters its victim's representation
like a new book turn old and dusty
and turns a bright head to a Crook.
This Demon prospers in its prey's lack,
a bad Master which enslaves with gross limitations
front and back.
Acting like a dark force
as it dominates and reign supreme
makes the situation so wack.
It lines the predicaments of the suppressed
in a rack,
as the monster destroys with each evil smack
rendering their remains, unworthy of a pack
and totally condemning their lives to the sack.
Becoming free!
Is not too far from the right track,
just consider a role model in Mark
and finally the nightmare will let go
when the mind is put to a self-hack.
After what has occurred...not for the absurd herds who truths have blurred & turds have stirred but for the nerds who once heard purred...
When things addle & are oh so bleak
Trump in the saddle havoc will wreak
Chagrin at mandarin a tangerine freak
Will straddle the raddled.. no mystique
Without a paddle in a proverbial creek
Quips make the pips of weak squeak
A foolish clique who damnation seek
Monstrosity such animosity at the meek
Avaricious & pernicious ghoulish streak
Pomposity of atrocity bare faced cheek
The velocity and the ferocity does reek
Mother nature’s fears she does shriek
Lachrymosity at sneers her tears leak
Boasts from fossil fuel ghosts still speak
On her death bed the hosts posts creak
Any generosity our curiosity does pique
Consideration of others makes us unique
Veneration of a tried & tested technique
Approbation for appreciation we can eke
Will freely admit that I am a bit of geek
Ardour for a lexicon larder I can tweak
Another peek tinker changes do sneak
Armada of rhymes for times so oblique
Are these poetic crimes need a critique
On a whim send to a hack at their peak
Bloke with bespoke flair a chic boutique
Tim with rare warmth of a teak antique
Love your vim cheers you made my week
p.s It's outrageous as the earth does bleed to be freed must be courageous plead we maybe vexatious but need to be tenacious fight each sh*te jibe from Trump the chump's mendacious & rapacious diatribe... ta muchly to the gracious & vivacious Tim Hayward our sagacious & loquacious scribe who indeed does sow the seed to feed our good greed with his bodacious even salacious vibe & creed.. the go to for our voracious & audacious tribe...a breed who just love to imbibe..(don't be so cynical there's no bribe...me being veracious so use your swede.. pay heed make sure you read & subscribe)
"Headline news! The rag trade is torn to pieces!
Dolls are strewn across the streets with skirts lifted high.
Headline news! Markets are buzzing with voracious bees;
Stinging for honey, for money to burn. Sly.
May I escort you sir to higher gains? Just feed the slot
Machine coffers with offers of fine dining and lustful desires.
Become bloated and coated, botched and scotched
And drink embers mellow as you repast by the fire!
Suits you sir! That suit should fake them and shake them,
For you look a right toff and in those two tone brogues
None can guess and think anything less of you and your suit
That is pin striped and blue. Welcome to 'Cafe Rogues'.
Are you a gambler sir? Do you place your bets well?
Do you prefer evens or odds or don't you give a sod?
There are no consciences here sir! We'll take your money
And spend it on honey and fine clothes by God!
Paper!paper! Read all about it, headline news!
Dolls are found in alleyways torn to shreds!
Escorts are fattened calves ready for the slaughter!
Suited toff is found dying in Savile Row gutter!
Gambling money spinner wins. Camera closes the shutter.
From a window ajar, dinner is assaulted
by the acid tang of humanity; rancid in the heat.
The city drools on its perceived self-importance
while gingered heels tap on metro cafes.
Plates of buffet reek of indigestion
and to warmly meet anyone sours a face.
Goblets of wine dominate this artificial scene
where dressed people hide an appetite, voracious.
Hypocrites! And my eyes look around
at their table manners where guests dine
as politely as they can---small nibbles
that in truth, fakish men devour main courses.
Deprived of a Sunday's blessed prayers,
need they roar about how delicious
is the their expensive food?
Contest On A Poem That Didn't Place and More
25 Aug 2015
Franco Gonza
In My New Year’s Resolution I Vow
I solemnly declare under oats on the libel to walk
N aked with only a bellow with fellow utopians
M istletoe tattoos on my fingers criss-crossing in
Y onder to shepherd ‘blue sheep’ congregations
N oel novel nobility flying pigs dressed in purple
E merge from a smoke screen of incense sandal
W ood scandals on their quest to capture the moon
Y ou’ll have to bear with my golly batik on grizzly
E nchanted magic spills hailed comet drizzle and rain blows
A biding by enlightened dark chocolate scripture
R ock solid marsh mellows on twelve tables of sand
S unk quick in fluffy cuddles once dogma eats pie
R econfigured lolly popped pious conscription I resolve to
E nshrine on altar egos chapels custard apples
S weet sin of saviour and savages prophets and whiz
O n privets hedging bets on riveting cross bows in
L ucid delusions of light hearted senses’ scent
U surping snakes in the garden’s modest seduction in
T ransit transgression staking boundaries sake
I lluminated I will fly from chandeliers promise to
O bey only mocking jesters fooling the fools
N ever more will Nirvana shout at the Buddha
I n hearse verse and chapter closed by conscious
V irtue vilified by voracious villains vying for
O ms rosaries dumb bells from myriad towers
W hen my Weltschmerz and Zeitgeist tickle my treacle
22nd December 2016
Understand the caricature
To understand the creature
Acrimony is the first step to atrophy
Sacrilegious or areligious
Voracious visions visit the valiant
Written words form the tapestry
Tattooed across his very flesh
Dine with the dead
And you'll come out ahead
Cull the herd
And you'll be heard
A spoke on the wheel
Is replaced when lost or broken
But that wheel keeps turning
As if it were never there
Sweet, sweet apathy
Almost like cancerous telepathy
Perhaps peace is truly attained by solitude
And solitude is gained by loneliness
And loneliness is gained by a lack of friends
And a lack of friends is attained by anti-social tendencies
And anti-social tendencies develop over time
By a steady collapse in the social structure
As pieces fall one by one like dominoes
Count them like beautiful pieces on your toes
In the end, you see, perhaps it's best to give up
Accept your lot in life as a leper
Never get your hopes up for something better
Because even when it seems to improve
Your social standing will never move
Out of touch, out of time, out of rhyme
It's quite bittersweet to be so pessimistic
But so optimistic in your pessimism
That it truly feels like optimism
That by giving up you find peace of mind
Instead of agonizing over social scenarios
And dreaming of things that shan't transpire
To understand the creature
You must understand the caricature
Atrophy is the first step to amnesty
One may find a coin has two sides
One represents grace, one represents the grave
I was given a two-sided coin
But both sides represent the grave
So forget any dreams of Russian Roulette
Because in the end there shall be one outcome
Come hither, come thither, come nigh
Don't dither, don't blither, don't sigh
Ask me how, ask me where, ask me why
Come hither, come thither, come nigh
Dance airily, dance merrily, dance spry
Not warily, contrarily or sly
Come hither, come thither, come nigh
Bedazzle, becharm, beautify
Do sparkle, do sizzle, do fly
Ask me how, ask me where, ask me why
Be gracious, vivacious, sagacious
Not voracious, rapacious or salacious
Don't be judgmental, tempermental or ungentle
Come hither, come thither, come nigh
Don't shout, don't pout, don't cry
Tread lightly, tread brightly, glorify
Come hither, come thither, come nigh
Ask me how, ask me where, ask me why
Written: February 5th, 2024
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My heart is leaking blood,
I can view hatred flowing,
from every corner of the planet,
a volcano spewing nasty lava,
their voracious acts are suffocating,
the flower that has yet to bloom.
My heart is leaking blood,
antagonism and skepticism are rife,
a deadly snake is gently coiling,
and choke the breath of mankind,
to further their murderous impulses.
My heart is leaking blood,
since darkness invades the psyche,
steeped in narcissism and xenophobia,
a broken culture has misled people,
into thinking differently over faith,
both ethnicity and attire face a threat,
In self-interest and as an adversary.
My heart is leaking blood,
a soul-to-mind debate has ceased,
lurking by avarice and false tenets,
for the eminent aims of foes,
cultures will spread,
as history has predicted.
My heart is leaking blood,
In reply to the cruelty and abuse,
executed upon the cult's people,
despite being freed from rivals,
but have we freed our minds?
My heart is leaking blood,
to ignore these savage fringes,
who has infiltrated minds?
eating away the distinctive,
need mind cleansing before locations,
restored successfully,
everyone must be a self-reformer,
continually striving to be a dear person,
than they were before.
the light within will always guide you;
all you must do is listen and follow.
Through dreams in purple and infinity, where ceaseless yearning throbs,
A voracious dance of constellations, through my veins relentlessly flows,
It's an ode of bodies, igniting with touches, in boundless love aglow,
And each whispering of fingers murmurs questions, summoning angelic shows.
I embarked on a marathon of the senses, an Aphrodite's myth softly spoken,
An act unending in stirring closeness, without any halt,
From the first spark that marks the rebirth of a universe, expectation unbroken,
Until attraction lets down its curtain, and longing gradually retreats into anonymous calm.
In this mystic interlude, with psalms of rustling, with gazes mated in secrecy,
A promenade of fierce emotions, where time forgets to tick in dialogue,
The sacred deed unfolding before us, evidence of existence shared only by two, with guilt's decree,
And every breath or blink, maxims of keen pleasure, reign over a divine hour, a clear prologue.
Ah, but as you step into a temple of love, beware, for the heart you might lock,
When the music of the body ignores the breaks, or crescendos piercing the chamber's wall,
Yet, true mastery, nurtured in youth, is to sing with relentless resource,
To extend the prelude, an act of magic in flesh and feeling, more delicate than any ballad's call.
To live this perpetuum mobile of love, with fervor that burns etheric,
Is a risk we embrace, for beauty is peril, and love is the master key,
In this game stretched over years, where the final is merely a chapter, not an ultimate decree,
We remain captives in a symphony of pleasure, everlastingly durable, where each touch unfurls poetically.