Trouble left alone hurts no soul
Endowed with enough wisdom
To score no own goal
When trouble turns vicious in the kingdom
Where trouble finger on the trigger of his machinegun
Slays intruders by the dozen
If wisdom devices from them run
Towards the avenger denizen
Who enjoys a repose by the busy bus
He drives at leisure
Eliciting from no intruder a fuss
That halts the flow of the pleasure
Trouble sips like a well-chilled red wine glass
To his heart’s content
Until a misguided lass of little class
Brews for trouble vats of discontent
Catalyzing him to erupt like the angriest Hawaian volcano
Spewing noxious Sulphur gases
In an inferno
That incinerates flower and tinder dry vases
To teach a salutary lesson
To learners willing enough to take heed
Of timely advice from the wise person
Who readily plants and germinates the wisdom seed
Whose fruit
Nourishes
The recruit
Who dishes
Out love to meddlers
Enjoining them to treat trouble with the respect he deserves
From finicky fiddlers
Who trespass on trouble’s preserves and reserves.
Categories:
machinegun, poems,
Form: Free verse
March against the rule of guns
March in favour of human life in tonnes
Inscribed in the Book of Life
Although lobbyists promote societal strife.
March against the insensitivity of politicians
Bought by lobbyists, propped up by machinegun magicians
Whose pockets swell with bucks to buy turncoats
Ingratiated and depreciated to wear shame coats.
March for students’ lives
Dignified by educational drives
Ordained from on high to run Uncle Sam’ economic wheels
Despite the passage for umpteenth time of pro-gun bills.
March for human lives with conscience
Although voting for gun control laws hurts your election chance
Diminished but not extinguished by pro-gun lobbyists
Who in anger would put your name on their black lists.
Categories:
machinegun, poems,
Form: Free verse
Never again should innocent lives vanish in vain
Cos machineguns marshall greater protection
Than students’ lives. Marjory Stoneman survivors chant ‘Never Again’
Should indifference and insensitivity buttress inept inaction.
Columbine, Sandy Hook memories remain memories
Without a determined call for students lives to live
Alongside gun laws from death merchant law parodies
That no care, no concern gun proponents to lives give.
Students leave home safe, students return home safe
After school without a machinegun taking a potshot
At students attending school. No slayers students should strafe
At school without dealing death blows to dreams of a benevolent bigshot.
Never again should parents bury sons and daughters too soon
Cos a psycho with a grudge and greed for guns
Elects to discharge a volley of bullets in real time at noon
To take way lives of sons and daughters who won’t become nuns.
Categories:
machinegun, poems,
Form: Free verse
The Potato expanded to fit the Couch,
Bathing in the light of the God of Radiation,
A many hued attack on whatever senses remained.
Froth overflowing from his beer and his brain
Machinegun-like channels blasting and caressing
He sank back, understanding but not grasping
At all the dangers, all the time never to return.
Except in late night re-runs, in a double wasted memory.
The weather changed in a moment, but the temperature remained the same
As snow and mush bored into his ears, non-compos mentis
Horizontally composed, his sole exposed to the white idol...
His dreams and nightmares continuing endlessly, a god of his own creation,
And demise.
Categories:
machinegun, corruption, dark, symbolism,
Form: Narrative
wall streets greed
ripped through my life
like bullets from a machinegun
ripping me from the middle class
and ripping her out of my life
ripping her beautiful eyes
her beautiful smile
her beautiful caresses
her beautiful voice
her beautiful comforts
gone for good.
Categories:
machinegun, girlfriend, heartbroken, political,
Form: Free verse
Poor boy hungry,
Revolution in stomach
Machinegun boy carry
Oh! Boy attack
Kill: rich, poor
Frustrated brain man
Mental rate more
Eat trash can
Sleep Bridge under
Terror people more.
What is further?
Bleak dreams more
City big city
Where hope gone?
Brain wasted done
Devil take duty
Mortal man killed
Played stage part
Dirge song filled
Rainbow sky cry’s
Categories:
machinegun, adventure, education, friendship,
Form: Elegy