We are the miestanders, a super proud religious group
almost thicker than friends in a traveling circus troupe
we wrote our own Bible; we’ve formed our own church
Don’t put us down, make fun or do any besmirch.
we are the miestanders, a very closed religious group.
our daily mantra includes a pair of socks and a red hoola hoop.
having fun and being silly are two of our main ideas, of course.
we have three mascots – a skunk, a mouse and a Clydesdale horse.
Of course you cannot join, you were not born on this side of main.
We are a snotty closed group, but you can sing the refrain.
We are the miestanders, we look down on others.
A group of miscreants, both sisters and brothers.
jiggling juggernaut jockeyed judo
katie’s Korean kitties killed with kudos
lively llamas listened, learning Latin
Mischievous miscreants misused satin
Needless nimble noodles kneaded themselves
Opulence and opals were seen in land of elves
Paralyzed parlor poodles paraded past purple pails
Quarrelsome queens quickly collected quick quails
People are tembling, let’s just watch,
Others are watching, let’s just watch.
In us dwell a crowd of cowards
Who stand lips sealing, let’s just watch.
Blank eyed as most of the crowd gape,
Their pain is pleading, let’s just watch.
Whose light let us watch all this time,
The last lamp’s dying, let’s just watch.
In place of books in bags, students
Stuff stones for pelting, let’s just watch.
Dreams that were ripe to realize,
In fire are scorching, let’s just watch.
Miscreants sure, we’ll keep watching,
Are now closing in, let’s just watch.
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Ghazal |13.08.2023|apathy, indifference, lack of concern
Based on a Gujarati Ghazal by Bhavin Gopani:
I remain, he surmised, the possibility of outcomes,
I am, he collected, but particles upon their way
like a snowstorm towards a windscreen, I wait to
be a final measurement, and yet, to all miscreants
in need of harmonious affairs, as Prometheus upon
his rock, as Nicorates in his right hemisphere of my
ever-seeing, I, the incumbent of waves gliding through
plasmas, he trifled, am never at rest in my somewheres.
There are bastards in the world,
too many of them for my liking,
but they don’t care about my likes
or dislikes for they are bastards.
Bastards!!
Hollowed out beings filled with a
pus green aura of
disdain.
Bastards!!
Scumbags, callous miscreants,
lousy, scuzzball, son-of-a-bit-chin,
sleazebag weasels.
Bastards!!
Villainous,
snake in the grass rogues,
reprobate swine, spineless, jellylike,
amorphous lowlife scoundrels,
Bastards!!
John G. Lawless
2/3/2013
Tomorrow
Poem
Lionel Derbyshire
A beautiful night..
Raptures delight
Light's shimmers bright
Fresh and moist is the air
A moon a blushing
the stars they quietly take their seats
the waves orderly cleans the sea
everything sync together
to make another day
which GOD has made.
See it again tomorrow night
wherever you stay or stray.
Betwixt here and there
And in between there are
Miserable mulish miscreants hub
Those who want to close our drawer
Of our universe.
They are perverse
And temper bad
They headstrong, they err.
Too few pleasant mickey mice
And no more happy donald ducks
Once a time this planet was nice
When I was younger
Now war hungry men
With angry mind's
Are gunning down bullets
Blood everwhere..
Peace is out of touch.
Belly's with empty tummy's
In broken down dwellings and alley's.
They dread the beautiful night.
Their light's are out.
Gunsmoke in their air.
Another new day
They will not see again.
Give peace and love a chance
Today..
Live sensible and be around for
Tomorrow..
Madness stirs their passions...
Such dregs have stacked the deck.
Ideas resurrected from the dustbin
Of History... make bold their disrespect.
Ideologies of egotists and lunatics
Prey now upon the weak.
They salivate their malcontent...
It is wry carnage that they seek.
Devoid of humility and prudence...
Learning nothing of the past.
If we fail to confront these miscreants...
Society will not last.
It's been thought for many years...
Wisdom comes with age.
But my friend... the ship has sailed...
The dregs will have their day.
Don't be fooled by their actions
And the crazy things they do.
Some adults are nothing more...
Then kids in bigger shoes.
The End
What is all this wild, crazy talk of Civil War
From enraged right-wing extremist groups?
Is rabble-rousing all they are living for,
A mad cadre of gun-toting nincompoops?
Who revere a narcissistic con man as a god
Cloaking themselves in conspiracist theory,
Clearly not discerning truth from a fraud.
Far-sighted Americans are growing weary
Of those who would tear down our nation
For the sake of a misguided egotistical man,
An ignorant fool risen far above his station
A desire to be a dictator, a diabolical plan,
Time will prove the folly of these miscreants
Our nation is stronger than they suspect.
We patriotic Americans give no credence
Flag, Anthem, and Constitution we respect.
Written August 14, 2022
Thin are the lines between love and hate,
Between life and death...
But I'll tell of your fate
With my dying breath...
I open my eyes wide
To see through the windows of my soul
All those long nights I've cried
Longing to know all of your traumas untold.
You may bleed for me
As I long for you
Dry those pain filled tears
Replace them with the mornings dew
They may hold a blade to my throat
And a gun to my head
But betray you? I won't
Not even after I'm dead.
Weave all your lies
Brew all your secrets
Hiding from the truth breaks ties
And seduces lowlife miscreants
I walk these dark streets nightly
Dressed as a man
Keeping my act up and my truth locked tightly
As secure as I can
The skies may seem to change
From day to day and stage to stage
But the city below
Ebbs and flows
While I alone remain
To observe the possibilities
Of bringing beauty out from the stains....
-Caitlin Rockey
If being a wicked soul is a sin,
glimpsing a person
performing crime
And do nothing ontime
even if you could
is the biggest sin of all
Just answer me,
What if the same issue
happens to you?
Will you be dumb?
Won't your mind goes numb?
Will you be able to feel the sin then?
Awaiting the punishment from god
Delaying the judgement of lord
Should not be the escape route to miscreants
Just wondering, does not god know
that justice delayed is justice denied
What is there hiding his sight?
What's the point?
If the justice wins
And the accused dies?
Will he know that
he is now free of guilt?
Who would inform him?
Blaming karma for all the faults
Has been now a fashion default
Mistakes and carelessness are
certainly the human errors
And reasons for many offense
One cannot defy their true sense
Justice ought to be like the forest fire
To play with it no one should dare
All I pray is
May the fire burn inside
May the fire not extinguish
May the force be there always
September 22 2021
THE STREET
In their own world, they are happy
Hailing everyone that passes their hobby
On our poverty baptized roads, they have brought life
On the cheeks of the sad with their drama, they have brought a smile
"Bàbá mi kò ní bàjé fun yín oooooooòooooòloun!" Their amazing slogan
On their activities can be placed no ban
For they are the sons of the soil
At least that is their regular claim
The bulk of the society see them as miscreants
But trust me, a whole lot of them are more brilliant
Much more than those you have over showered with love, care and attention
If only they had the same opportunity
They would have been more useful for society
I know this because I have been in their midst
All they need is a voice to listen to them
They are simply the good dudes and babes under the facade of bad boys and girls just for survival
They are simply the street!
ABSOL
Rubbish
toss all vagrant words
in the ward of the absurd
lock them all up
there is no race
only those who have no grace
in the bin of social miscreants
OH! Africa,
The faithful cow of a greedy man.
Always giving milk for a straw of grass.
OH! Africa
The resource-full man without a plan.
Trading gold bars for cups made of brass.
OH! Africa
Led by torch bearers who are blind
chasing a world that’s left you behind.
OH! Africa
Till when will you
continue to lie prostrate,
and allow these miscreants to penetrate,
your backside just to demonstrate,
Why you’re their favorite whore,
and your shrine, theirs to explore.
Oh Mama Africa.
Surrounded by filth
Maggots congregate to the carcass of guilt
Parasitic bottom feeders spread all around
Like an infestation causing infamous disease
Liars, killers, and miscreants appealing to their own mandate
But in the end it will all rot
Raining down bullet shells
A faction of assailants obey the rule of honor
No mercy taking the vow to kill
Slaughter the pigs
Pull the switch, burn the evidence to dust
An example of ascendancy must be brought
Breaking the paradigm of cowards and crooks
Now invoking criminal warfare
Speaking the tongue of violence, execute the act
Skin and bones broken by a sharpened wrought
Verbosing, somethings are better left unspoken
Vernal men slip information only to be slit at the throat
Six feet under with a mouth full of dirt
Dead souls will not tell their tales
Mafioso's dwelling the darkness
Bring the hammer down
Seeking knowledge of the resolution
Spreading the path of a bleeding solstice
Master the tactics of control
Fear, pain, hatred, and power
Gagged fools, going down with the sharks
A complete purge wrapped in demise
The beast can not be sedated
Poetry’s
For fags
For truants
And miscreants
And yes CS
Even you
Now I know
It’s not true
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