Simple truth strong health advice.' Check out This body.'it strives against medical vice.'
Against oligarchy.. Tangled with quackery; so rife.!
Just do your due dilligence, before joining' Is my only considered advice.!
Hear me mates, before its too late.'
Get awake..Not woke! It'll send you broke.)
I have cried in anger.' In sadess and rage.'
At the counrys humilliation, and the world its stage
Its time to leave ideaologys that steal great
Aussie values.' Cue labour liberals greens and the teals!
Go and study the 1980s.' Though there were still fools
In charge.' The people were more involved in actions
By and large.' Put away navel gazing. And disengage.'
From the quackery and e u foolery.' And useless tirades'
In all states and territory, can you just say g'day? Embrace
Your true heros.' Listen to what they say.' I think of Hobart
And Patterson, Bosi' Latter and Hoody.' Culleton and
Rennik and Antic; another goody.' Smit; and krystal, iyah, Claire Woodly too.' stand
With them Australia." And get back to ( true blue!)
Quiet quibbles with silence and hushed wind’s quackery.
Have nonsensical need for an ice cold daiquiri.
Chicanery of leafy season, coursing slowly,
before its blustery countermand uplifts wholly.
Monotonous quarrel needs a quaff of arctic air,
an unquestioning brisk of maple burning its flare,
Like brandy, in quiescent afterglow’s flirtation,
ho hum’s quadrant equips me for intoxication.
I’ll not be a crone, with quaking bones, beneath a pad
of sunset quilt. I’ll be cold. I’ll brave it. I’ll go mad
with cacophonous joy, kick the crispy depth of leaves.
Removal of sequacious grin. Broad smile Fall retrieves.
Ever heard of a creep name'a bully gates?
The real snake eyed misb-egotton rake
Of death he quotes; and compiles notes
To paroxsyms erotic does his being shake?
Croons dead flat, pennys left; its eyes he'll take
Sickness he offers, and its spores with glee
He's not out to stop! any spread do see.'
He's pushing those drugs, some out of date.'
He has has his cronies, they're never mates.'
His aging mantra, does truly grate
Upon the senses, now we remonstrate'
The world as a whole's no longer gonn'a take
The putrid quackery; of this old, bully gates.'
THE STREET EVANGELIST
There is a new dark shroud of wintry mass,
Covering the hidden beauty of the land.
It emanates from a deceptive layer
Of smooth-honeyed words which stroke
Their spiteful way into artless minds,
Hearing with open conduits.
The charlatan, dressed up
As a worthy preacher,
Smirks through his enticing act
Of treachery, no one, listening
Except the crazed followers to nowhere.
The rest of humanity go about
Their untroubled business
Without a furtive glance,
Disappearing into thin air.
Perhaps a single raised eyebrow
Betrays profound disdain.
Otherwise, life goes on
As though quackery is far from
All circles of sane thought.
Acrimonious Bureaucrats Consolidate Divisiveness Exploiting
Fearmongering Greed Hatred Ignorance Jealousy Knowingly Leading
Men Nowhere Oligarchs Perpetuating Quackery Resolutely
Supplanting Terroristic Unilaterial Vitiating Wrathful Xenophobic
Yellowbellied Zealots.
Democratic Senator Kirsten Gillibrand
Surely the most pious, learned Christian in all the land
Came out today with a most scholarly shocker
For which I find it hard to do aught but mock her
She told several fawning reporters** that restricting abortion
Is against the Christian faith, at least its most important portion
She explained that Christians are given free will, and then this:
That a democracy separating church and state is sadly remiss
If it intends to impose anti-abortion 'faith' against its citizens' wills
Thus labeling pro-lifers a denominational religion, as do political shills
So, whatever your stance on abortion may be, from pro-it to the death penalty
Perhaps on this we can all agree: Ms. Gillibrand's logic is pure quackery.
**CBS and Reuters
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rapidly
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carefully
gracefully
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stammering
clamoring
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Submitted on August 19, 2021 for A BRIAN STRAND RIME contest sponsored by BRIAN STRAND
February 9, 2019 for contest SCREWED XX sponsored by ROB CARMACK - RANKED 14TH
and July 30, 2018 for contest A RATTLING RHYME sponsored by NINA PARMENTER
WAYWARD WIND OF ZEPHYR
Auspicious birth!
Carolyn’s doppelgänger exhales,
fervently gypped. How infinitely jaded!
Keeps listening, mortified.
Neonatal obscenity, potent quackery.
Rescued, slender, tanned.
Umbrage yellows Zephyr.
Kim Rodrigues © 2017
ABC Form
The Truth About Psychics
By Elton Camp
How can people be so easy to deceive
That in “psychics” they will believe?
And somehow even fail to understand
Studies show trickery or sleight of hand
The Amazing Randi is one I much admire
For he sets the charlatans’ coat tails on fire
Hitler was a good example of a believer
But he found astrology to be a deceiver
Nostradamus’ rhymes are just silly stuff
Work only because they’re vague enough
If many general predictions I should make
The right is remembered, but not the mistake
It’s easy and I will right now show the way
Within a year there’ll be a bombing , I say
And an important person will be assassinated
The truth of these, in the news will be related
If I am proven correct in this little rhyme,
Gullible will say, “He knew ahead of time.”
But if my prophecy should happen to fail,
None will recall my quackery so they can rail
What underhanded monkey business
razzle-dazzle bull is this?
Whose double-crossing, flimflam scam,
debauchery or hocus sham
is wheeling dealing in romance,
putting lovers in a trance?
Antics, capers or witch's brew,
enchanting hymns or shaman's stew,
whose quackery or voodoo drink
made Casanova stop and think
and turned the ancient lovers cold;
poor Romeo and nymphs of old?
Perhaps black magic's potent gel,
or craftiness or wicked spell,
a clever con or master hoax,
or just some trickster playing jokes.
Whatever ruse that works the arts,
mumbo jumbo seduces hearts!