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Being Broke

An out-of-money experience
Is almost like existing without an essence
This period is one so awful
No money, no elation, just doleful

The money in your bank is broke
The money in your hand is nil
Who to call that is not broke?
Who would give without being left nil?

One too many is the responsibility
One too many is the workload
Little to nothing is the payload
Little to nothing is the mobility

A sluggard off another's dough thrives all good
A bilker thru' bilkering gets all rich good
He, a worker, gets less luck and cash at a distant range
Why should this be? he finds so strange

Should the reward for a scammer be being rich?
The scammer ought not remain being rich
Should the reward for a worker be being broke?
The worker ought not remain being broke

War

War
is raw
attempt
to strike 
a solution

Bombs, Missiles
Nuclear payload
can kill en masse
But
can never kill 
patriotic spirit

Fusion, fission
are powerful 
innovations 
can devastate matter
but have limitation of
Space, Intensity
Nationalist Spirit
has infinite realm 
No bomb can 
decimate infinity
Nationalist Spirit is 
most powerful energy
much ahead of 
power of electrons 

First Bomb
devastated Hiroshima
but Japanese spirit 
could not be killed 
Japan has since risen
is more powerful 
is a strong economy 

Many wars 
have been fought 
in name of peace  
but Peace is still elusive 
War only creates 
political, social cobwebs 
difficult to unravel 
mapping further war 

War 
is business 
thriving on disputes
killings, insecurity
War is also 
manufactured
like ammunition 
to earn profits

Its pity 
UN can't pass 
a resolution
in favour  of
No War 

It's no good 
to kill humans
then rush with
Humanitarian aid 
It's senseless
to have law
for murder 
when massacre
is non-punishable

Hypocrisy 
has to end 
before 
World ends
____________________
@Dr Hitendra Mehta

I Get It

Empathic..... Taking on the pain
Of another as though
It bares your name 

Finding relationships
Wearing as you carry
Not only your load ,but theirs and the daily payload(to capacity)

Needing to isolate
to reboot as it were
from continuous energy bombardment and drain

Reaching out to comfort
The grieving
And your own heart literally aches

Dealing with those
Who live to greedily
Prey on others


Feeling emotional
Physical
Psychological pain on the daily

It's like chicken man,it's everywhere ,it's everywhere
Hope you still
Remember that guy


Wanting to help
And given the side eye
for my trouble

Intuitively knowing
What I'd
Just as soon not


Seeing the world
In
Technicolor and surround sound(full volumn) especially hateful words


Resulting in seeing IT
As both 
blessing and curse

Whichever it is
It's mine
I own it


Lock ,stock ,and predators
It's all
I've ever known

It's War, Marmite Versus Vegemite

Marmite Man was enjoying breakfast, marmite on toast
When the officer on the bridge shouted "it's the Aussie coast"
The alarm for action stations sounded, men ran here and there
It was time to flush out the rebel vixens cowering in their lair.

Port Melbourne was the first target, the Vegemite factory
A B52 bomber dropped its payload to inflict untold misery
The factory was obliterated ; the mission a success
All that was left was glass and bricks with a large gooey mess.

Their food supply now cut off they'd have no stomach to fight
But Marmite Man is generous and distributed marmite
Very soon white flags were everywhere, in every city and town
There was pockets of resistance but they were quickly put down.

Some rebel vixens were captured and exiled to Tasmania
The victorious Marmite empire  expanded taking in Australia
Meanwhile there's a manhunt for the Queen of Vegemite
With a generous reward of a thousand jars, of delicious Marmite.

Written 23rd February 2022.

Risque : Reloaded :

useless she goaded 
                  his libido eroded 
                 feeling outmoded 
        two blue pills locked and loaded 
         you beast ~ payload exploded


By
David Kavanagh

Summers End

SUMMER’S END

staying cool, in the pool,
where children are cruel,
on a very hot day—
Summer’s officially over.

from submarine fool,
fishy bubbling school,
plenipotentiary fuel—
a payload parade.

when the ping-pong jewels
surface - whirlpool
of fleeing ridicule.
afraid of riveting stool—
a flotsam snicker’s bar.

The worst part is the noise—
that awful fartastic that destroys
the floats, duckies, other toys.
it lasts and lasts…

it’s a spastic stinker,
a ferocious clinker —
it channels the sulfur pits of
Turkmenistan’s door to hell.

officially over,
the pool in deep cover—
no one hovers
near
the episodic rear of Summer.

9/24/2021
Fart-tastic

Pauly's Bank Deposits

Pauly’s Bank Deposits

Pauly’s passkey
Pickup hiccups
Passbook Facebook
Payload payroll
Honey money
Crossbow bankroll

5/18/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2021 ©

Maven

MAVEN

MAVEN
hauling notes as
raven

going
to Mars. Is life
growing

up in
the atmosphere’s
chagrin...



04.06.2021

Musette


*MAVEN: (acronym) Mars Atmosphere and Volatile Evolution. It is an orbiter spacecraft 
*solarsystem.NASA.com
*Haiku winner poems included in 2013 payload

The Flying Scotsman

Big Ben strikes ten, depart Kings Cross.
Squeal of tight wheel, where lines criss-cross.
Clickety-clack. Clickety clack.
Now heading north-bound on fast track.

Leave city sprawl in grey and grime 
for now we're on East Coast mainline 
in rural space, expanse of green,
where all around, countryside scene.

My window view is flashing by,
too fast for focus of my eye.
Field after field, farming landscape.
Golden barley, bright yellow rape.

Wood with coppice, hedge and hawthorn.
Few grazing sheep looking forlorn.
On steep hillside, deserted farm,
red-brick decay falling down barn. 

Whistle warning, speed through stations, 
each one gone in just two seconds.
Now reach Yorkshire where engine built.
Accelerating to full tilt.

Non-stop on straight, all clear ahead.
And now we hit the full hundred.
Still at top speed and close to coast.
Through industry, of the North East.

Now parallel to Roman road, 
to Edinburgh with full payload.
We're nearly there and right on time.
Now slowing down for station line.

Clickety-clack. Clickety-clack.
Over the points to platform track.
Arrive on time in the city, 
the clock showing just six thirty.

Why Wait

Drones fill the air, they black out the sun 
Each ordered to do what has to be done
The payload they carry delivered poste haste
Commands are hand typed and some cut and paste

The beasts and the birds take what comes their way
Our brand new tomorrow, demanded today
So drones hit our neighbourhoods time after time
We should have been warned about Amazon Prime

Horsepower

Horsepower
David J Walker

It occurs to me that while
Horses can run
Could they actually pull a
Rocketship past the moon 
Headed to the sun? 
Apollo 11, for instance,
And just for fun 
Is said to have had 
32 million horsepower
As if each one
Was Harnessed with leather straps
And brightly polished brass bells
And as the crowd swells		
off they run
At the crack of a whip
32 million horses all at once 
Leap upward up-ward with a 
6 Million tun 
payload 
Kicking up dust
All those horses needing to
Generate 7.5 million pounds 
of thrust 
at liftoff, that is

Off towards the sun 
Hooves pounding 
Harness bells ringing  and
Commander Neil Armstrong
On top cracking the whip
Singing, suns of the pioneer's songs
Headed to the moon on his 
32 million Horse-drawn rocket ship.

Can you hear the voices of
Those Space Cowboys stepping lightly
As their horses 
Fertilize the surface of the moon? 
“Ahhhh ..Houston… We Have a problem here”
“Who is gonna clean this up?”

Lest We Forget

Like giant birds of prey they took to the sky
Emptying their payload from way up on high
So what if it's Dresden, Berlin or Cologne
Tell them of London, of England, of home.

Winging their way oe'r land, sea and shore
Ensuring your freedom they gave of their all.

Forget all your preaching now years are long gone
Objections are easy once deeds have been done
Remember instead their freedom, their youth
Gone in six years as they fought for you
Enter their names in the log books of pride
To tell them, at last, you are on their side.

Locomotive West

Straight moves the locomotive train miles
Traveling over desert flatland forging ahead,
Coal steam engine Number 9 chug, chug, chug,
Sound waves rolls through, satisfying sensation is said.
Locomotive whistle sounds station steam rolling in,
Little one hears repeats ‘choo-choo’ rolls to stop,
All aboard!  Rolls locomotion moving, snack on tasty
Peanut brittle, readying for dining car delicious hop.

Mom holds little son on her lap, with sounds
Cowboys and Indians along the train,
Surprise action wonder, heard of Hereford
Beef cattle is west trademark railroad vein.
Character western attitude locomotive fun
How the west was won whistle-stop rustic town,
Gold payload brought on of family and cousin
Forge ahead, chug along, Heaven brings us together joyous sound.

So You Want To Mess With Me - In Trump's Own Words

God what a mess,
My head is spinning,
Each day more stress,
Am I still winning?

Wall street crashing,
The economy near stall,
The media’s constant bashing,
Pelosi’s new curve ball.

My plans are now in tatters,
Forestalled at every turn,
To do what really matters
Is all I truly yearn.

I’m gearing for a fight
The like they’ve never seen,
I use my mouth to bite
And care little if I’m mean.

I’ll tear each one to shreds,
Flail them side to side,
Get well into their heads,
Give them quite a ride.

Clearly they don’t know
The grief they have in store,
They’ll reap what they now sow,
It’s nothing short of war.

Like Bombers flying high
Releasing their payload,
Shells falling from the sky,
I’ll give them what they’re owed.

Cross me once
And risk my wrath,
Yours the choice 
To take that path.

Cross me twice
And stay awake,
You’ve cast your dice,
What a mistake.

Nature's Liquid Grape

What is rain
But drops upon a window pane;
With form and shape
Of natures liquid grape,
Their journey spent
Exhausted by their long descent.
They rest a while emboldened by their feat,
Savoring the warmth of the sun’s embracing heat.
Not ice nor sleet, but the purest of all forms,
Nature’s wonder abiding by no norms.
Life sustaining, magnificent, sublime,
Born this day yet old as time;
Awaited with suspense, welcomed with glee,
The greatest friend for any living thing to see.
So pause a while when next you see dark clouds,
Their journey caring for neither obstacle nor bounds;
With payload rich of purest treasure known,
The source for life just waiting to be sown.

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