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An Economy spirals up in euphoria,
enslaving Casinos, Supermarkets, Malls.
Lavish and happy hedonists in quicksand,
relish in desert of drudgery, not so small.
As we dance, an orgy and frenzy of 'Plenty',
Mother Earth looks fragile.
Thousand channels on TV....
Commercial 'Breaks' bonding ornate families.
Fizzy drinks decor, fountains in creams of ice.
Chocolates, cheese and clothes in arid paradise.
Bourgeois entities consume branded merchandise.
As cars update to limousines, jets and fancy yachts,
Mother Earth looks fragile.
Crass delightful spending, offers on Credit Cards.
Useless junkies clutter, unrelenting greed so garish.
The rush to get" Freebies".. suffocates a " Freedom"..
Like morons, we take care, of our precious kingdom
As an empire shops in frenzy, like a thirsty Vampire,
Mother Earth looks fragile.
Addicted thoughts doomed to oblivion.
Smartphones, iPod and Game Consoles.
Claustrophobic painted homes, nauseate in stress.
Have we forgotten to learn to live with "less"..?
Forgotten carefree butterflies...wilderness of peace
Forgotten molten glaciers,... wild streams and breeze,
Opulence of a Billionaire Earth...
Let life go on, billion years of mirth.
Anybody listening???"
Stuck in the mire of more and more
Look, he goes there.....
.Another Ferari riding Billionaire...
20th December, 2018
Written originally for Minimalism Poetry Contest of Cecelia Hopkins-Drewer
Walking along the lanes on a hot summers day
I was entranced by a rather crooked cottage
the mullion windows gave a view to the bay
clickity clack went the wheels of the carriage
Curious I wandered over, pausing to read the sign
It said it was for sale I wrote down the details
the agent arranged a viewing, impressed I under-sign
now mine I settle in enjoying the light from the fantails
Speckled and dappled seemingly infused with other worldliness
doors loose in their frames and window panes that rattled
walls that sagged and bugled time marking them with cruelness
yet with a quaint charm of its own even though the floors buckled
With a happy sigh I watched the yachts skim and skip the waves
toddlers happily splashing in the shallows parents watching
carriages carrying the rich and fashionably dressed knaves
whilst high born men and ladies chatted under the awning
In that moment I knew that no matter what here I'd stay
quite won over by the way the crooked cottage caressed
feeling a warmth of welcome radiating and enfolding this stray
at last the wayfarer could hang her hat, over now her quest
THE MEDIA SHOUTS AND CLAIMS.
THERE'S ONLY ONE WAY OUT.
I AND MANY OTHERS,
SEEM TO HAVE SERIOUS DOUBTS.
POLITICAL PRISONERS VS.
POLITICAL SLAVES.
WITH THEIR UNENDING MANDATES
WAVE AFTER WAVE.
WITH NO PROOF OR EVIDENCE
AND NO RESEARCH FILES.
TO UNCOVER,
THE NAKED TRUTH
WILL TAKE US QUITE A WHILE.
IMPLEMENTATION
OF PANIC AND FEAR.
CREATED THE CHAOS
BOTH FAR AND NEAR.
NUMBERS WERE FUDGED
OTHERS SEEMED SMEARED.
NUMBERS THAT WERE
HAVE JUST DISAPPEARED.
SEEKERS OF TRUTH
JUST WANT TO KNOW.
WHICH HAS MORE VALUE
IS IT SILVER OR GOLD.
FIAT DOLLARS ARE WORTHLESS
PRINTED FROM THIN AIR.
HOW ON EARTH
WILL THEY CONTROL THE SLAVES
WHEN THE PRISONERS
JUST DON'T CARE.
TIME IS OF THE ESSENCE.
THE TRUTH IS GETTING THROUGH.
THE MEDIA'S PROPAGANDA
EXPOSED BY THOSE WHO KNEW.
IT'S ALL ABOUT THE NUMBERS
AND HOW THEY PLAN TO HIDE.
DEPOPULATION PROGRAMS
BEFORE PUBLIC BECOMING WISE.
BACKED INTO A CORNER
THEIR BACKS AGAINST THE WALL
ELITES OF THE GLOBAL PARTY
BELIEVE THEY'RE ABOVE
THE LAW.
LATER OR SOONER OR MAYBE.
WHERE DO THEY PLAN TO GO?
BUNKERS ? YACHTS? SPACE STATIONS?
ONLY THE WEALTHY KNOW.
THE MEDIA WILL BE CHARGED
AS ACCOMPLICE.
THE POLITICIAN'S
CHARGED WITH CRIMES.
THE GLOBALIST WILL ATTEMPT
TO BUY THEIR FREEDOM.
BUT SPEND WHAT'S LEFT
OF LIFE
DOING TIME.
Michael E. Harris
11232021
I recall going to the docks to watch the boats,
especially the racing yachts moored there.
They were an impossible dream,
that I dreamt of owning.
A friend offered me a ride on his boat one day,
a forty-foot cigarette speed cruiser.
It just so happened that my friend was a boozer,
and half-drunk before we got underway.
He spent most of his time moaning,
as we headed upstream.
He let me take the wheel, for conditions where fair,
I was impressed by how high this craft floats.
It was so much faster than wind-powered sailboats,
and that instant rush was beyond compare.
It felt like I wanted to scream,
despite my friend's groaning.
And since that day, I've squirreled my money away,
hoping to buy a similar bruiser.
(Rhyme)
12-27-2020
A Little Memory - My Invented Form - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
Dar harbour full of teeming life
A mass of colourful ships and boats
Radiant do your waters gleam
Each wave gently lapping the shore
Sails fluttering in the breeze
Slowly yet violently the yachts jib
As they sail and tack against the wind
Loud blast out the ships horns
As the tugs pilot them to sea or dock
And the gulls screech diving in their wakes
Many colourful dhows sail in to moor
Hot breezes on my face
As midday temperatures soar
Raising our sails we float
Bringing our bows into the wind
Out to sea we are headed
Under full sail we skim the waves
Ready for what ever adventures await
written 03/11/2013
finalist in National Anthology of Poetry Competition of 2014
www.youtube.com/watch?v=SosiBqiUJTM video of beach
this clip shows the beach we lived near and also others of the harbour I talk of in this poem
Dhows are a native large boat with 3 square sails of highly coloured Material similar to Junk boats / ships
Diamonds can be of stunning glittering white,
I own one and it's a blue sapphire I admire;
it doesn't cost more than a Ferrari or a Rolex watch,
I bought it after drinking half bottle of scotch!
I wore it once at a black tie gala and I got noticed many times;
are diamonds, villas, cars, and watches the primary wishes
of wealthy men, but not of ordinary ones? Do they mean
a lot to them: when they lay lustful eyes are on gorgeous women?
I envy that guy filtering with an elegant high society lady,
she gives him all the attention of an Emir totally ignoring me;
hey, I'm wearing a blue sapphire I bought yesterday at Tiffany...
to get the attention of Lena winking at Paul, but avoiding me!
Do I deserve this expensive stone? Is it fit for my posh status?
I don't own yachts, or villas on the Amalfi Coast, I am not a guru!
I keep talking and showing it off, nobody cares even green-eyed Sue!
And angrier than an ignored clown, I turn greener than a cactus!
Paris by night is gay,
I prefer Paris by day
I love the ambience and style,
French fashion stands out a mile,
From all the others in that trade,
The best designs are Parisienne made.
The French have flair beyond compare,
I praise the food and savoir-faire
Visiting a French bakery
For cafe au lait, gateau or tea,
Little bistros are a treat,
Place where young lovers meet.
Romance in Paris Ooh La La,
For love, one does not need to look far.
Couples walking hand in hand,
It could be just a one night stand.
The French love to love, so they say,
Even if it lasts for just one day.
The feeling of romance is everywhere,
Strains of music in the air.
People reading while sipping wine,
The atmosphere is simply divine.
The lake shimmers like glass
As children's toy yachts come bobbing past.
I have lost all sense of time, as I'm
Captured by the contentment on the faces
Of people of different ages and races
Enjoying their day,
In their way.
We’re having a heatwave
our clothes are all sweat-stained
Everyone’s dressed to the minimum
my board-shorts are all dri-wick fabric
and a bikini top hides my little secrets
How hot is it?
Standing still counts as cardio
Still, everyone is suffering beautifully
I’ve got a handheld fan that sprays mist
and getting some rewarding second glances
Those coming ashore from yachts
dressed in Missoni and Camilla couture
act like perspiration is a styling trick
but they’re casually hugging shade,
like vampires avoiding sun
If fashion is fantasy. Sweat is reality.
The heat is very democratic.
.
.
A song for this:
heat wave by Bing Crosby
.
youtu.be/lMwZ6LvY7NM
Restless slumber disturbs the lady; swift thoughts float
Like yachts silently sailing by the grand keynote
After the short, hot night of summer's compact dreams
Active fluid inferior frontal gyrus streams
Unsettled speculation ends when sudden beams~
Dawn arises upon angel wings of soft white
Offers reflection of topics on which to write
Deep in grooves seeking spiritually nonfinite
Awaiting the rising of a bright fireball sun
Expressions imprinted released outward for fun
Or curtail humor get ready my son much done
That opens a new summer day to fulfill all
Spirit filled day open to wonder what might fall
Sweet angels surround, lift, caress, remove pitfalls
As the sun arises gold prophesying hope
Let hope radiate out full like a kaleidoscope
The language bring communion like a gyroscope
Angels guard precious souls 'til they arrive home
After the short, hot night of summer's compact dreams
Dawn arises upon angel wings of soft white
Awaiting the rising of a bright fireball sun
That opens a new summer day to fulfill all
The hot sun arises gold prophesying hope
Angels guard precious souls 'til they arrive home
finis'
Crown of Couplets contest sponsored by Catie Lindsey
Written: July 05, 2016
Worthless paper that purchases souls
makes a poor soul a king
makes a king a god
The more you have the more you want
nothing is ever enough
Palaces, planes and yachts
wine lust and satisfactions
Art jewels and gold
The Fountain of Youth is a Swiss Bank Account
The richer you are the more famous you become
a celebrity for nothing you done
Opulent and pampered lifestyle
exquisite fashion finest foods
All the friends money can buy
Spend spend spend
The Best, The Most, The Biggest
I squeeze my hands between the couch cushions
looking for loose change. Hear the jingle of the ice cream truck
see the happy anticipation of young faces
Forget it, use the credit card and off they run
for a summer treat. Money it is never enough...