The Future as Irony
If we try to look ahead, say ten years when ex-president Trump sits in a cell in Arizona sent by Elon Musk, who rules the world and has an army of all-seeing AI officials, people will wonder why Trump lived that long, living on burgers and Pepsi Cola, concluding it is a long-life diet they too must live by to become very old.
They don’t know that Elon Musk, the Titan planted a chip in Trump’s brain to keep him alive showing us he has no hard feelings against the man, who got him sacked in 2025 from a job he had taken delight in because there had been many protests from other wealthy people, who the truth was told about their thieving.
Elon Musk is a remarkable man, he puts on a false beard, puts in old clothes and pretends he is poor, walks into cafés, asks for a burger and coffee, if the staff refuses to serve the poor man food, Elon Musk reviles himself and fire the staff who has to beg for food to survive as a moral lesson, the chart-savvy people applauded him
Categories:
reviles, absence, angst, april, best
Form: ABC
Unseasonal summer rains at once burst
Everywhere litter and garbage dispersed
Making men run here and there for shelter
In no time, life becomes helter-skelter
Unexpected like facing an old friend
Heat waves turn into zephyrs in the end
Enraptured by a great relief to hearts
Pleasant weather diffused in many parts
Unlucky for farmers who toiled year long
Grains stay afloat; a heart rendering song
In the wink of an eye, things go tumbled
Happy dreams about their kindred crumbled
Unkind like a bad master who reviles
Vicious arrows of words for making trials
With tongue lashing, makes the servants feel hurt
As huge hailstones thudding down with a spurt
Unfurls an eye feasting vibrant rainbow
Cleans air and makes leaves look fresh and aglow
Koel starts singing as if spring gets back
A curtain raiser to ‘Fall’ next on track
Place: 2nd
Categories:
reviles, rain, summer,
Form: Rhyme
The smoky structure of forgotten dreams,
buried in the breath of lost denial
Stealing from sleep what life rebukes
—disguising what the coming dawn reviles
(Dreamsleep: November, 2021)
Categories:
reviles, dream,
Form: Rhyme
A coterie of unschooled children in tow
A blind woman shambles from street to street
Stretching an emaciated hand in a row
Hoping a coin her kitty will greet
From impoverished passersby
Who tighten belts to breaking point
Restraining a famine cry
In an exclamation joint
That begs for progress
Hoping against hope
The blind undergo less stress
As dark thoughts crop
Up wondering why fate
So often unfair
Hates the pate
In which brains fare
Badly at the bottom of the pyramid
Where mosquitoes
Mistake them for a hominid
Bereft of tomatoes
For which they long
But can’t afford
Cos their pockets aren’t strong
Enough to jump on board
The tomato malady
From which urban dwellers suffer
Shady, ready already
Succour them relief can’t offer
As a coin drops into the extended hand
Eliciting a thank you
From a blessor who can’t understand
The humility that greets him anew
In a cut-throat
World that reviles the poor
Whose threadbare coat
And spoor swim in enforced stupor and torpor.
Categories:
reviles, poems,
Form: Free verse
The fire glows throughout southern hill
The pulse of one’s soul one can feel
The castle is formed by one’s will
It is a glorious structure and marvel of engineering ornamenting the hill
The knights walk upon the castle wall
As stone winds unveil it whole
One feels joy in the soul
Because ones’ destiny is under his own control
Opposite of none existence reviles edge of abyss
This is
The glory of absolute bliss
This is the feel of her kiss
Categories:
reviles, fantasy,
Form: Rhyme
Dreamcast silver
solid pikes,
made out of human skulls.
Window seated
man and wife,
drown the coach with love.
Angry voices in my head
sense the sight
and smile.
Midnight murder flowing red;
cold delight
reviles.
Categories:
reviles, jealousy, lonely, love,
Form: Free verse
After I have continuously fed the moon with my
spoon of inspirational feelings
Soon I noticed; it never grew fat,
but stayed toon, like an animated raccoon
so I had to enhance the moon, to a glowing
moonlight, and adopt its moonlight,
into my pool of wholly gratification
My little backpack held a slim lunch of ideology, a
monochrome vision, colored inspiration, a digital
faith, ink book, jotting desire, cloudy hopes, and a
wholesome feel of willingness of everything I
needed for the day
Eagerly following the irresistible sea feels of Saint.
Writer the poet
I began,
trekking in hopes,
working in ropes,
and writing in copes,
along the sky-high trail of motivational spine of
fortunate path.
The tussle and bustle of my bushy and busy
unsuitable ideology, fell away,
and I felt a sliver solitude as the only person on
this long awaiting vision, winding around my
moonlight
All of a sudden,
my light and vision, reviles,
that in the mist of nothing, no air nor fairness,
wonderful poetry can still be made golden.
Categories:
reviles, dedicationinspirational,
Form: Prose Poetry
C’mon people, we have sunk even father out of the line,
Romans Chapter One.
C’mon people, haven’t we turned completely mad, insane,
we don’t listen to God or His Son.
C’mon people, Christians, my brethren how long will
we suffer abominations?
C’mon people, we are held accountable to God for our
actions, it’s corrupting our nation.
C’mon people, homosexuality, really? We allow this
trash to corrupt our God given children.
C’mon people, we are responsible to God, the Father,
He is the giver of life, understand? It’s God’s Kingdom.
C’mon people, all perverted nations though history
have been destroyed.
C’mon people, God clearly states love; love for one man,
one woman.
Satan’s angels are deployed.
C’mon people, we have trashed God’s moral Laws, we
as a nation better wake-up.
C’mon people, moral compass, gays, gangs, rioters, all going amuck,
our nation should be afraid, here’s a heads up.
C’mon people, God reviles these idol trolls, evil, plagues on
this earth, created by man.
C’mon people, we are allowing Satan and his legions to corrupt
our nation, we are doomed like other lands.
Categories:
reviles, faith, god, god,
Form: Rhyme
My life has obstacles.
So very many obstacles.
There have been forks in the road.
And I have taken the wrong path.
But with each of these wrong turns,
a new path has opened up for me.
And with each of these obstacles,
a old layer of me peels of,
and each time a layer peels of,
it reviles a brand new,
fresh and beautiful layer.
And with each new layer,
there comes a new me.
And with each new me,
I discover something new.
And each time I discover something new,
my life gets better.
So don’t look a bad parts of you life,
look at how they amount to something,
something amazing.
Something you might not get,
if you do everything right.
Categories:
reviles, life, life, time,
Form: Free verse
the cards in my hand,the lights everywhere camera's
in my eyes.
flashing lights everywhere,nervous inside don't know
what to do.
concentrate,concentrate.stay on task.
look at the dealer straight in the eye,don't let up
the dealer hits,is it an ace is it a deuce is a king a queen
a jack
in my hand i have one of those cards.
guess which one,is it a deuce no, is it a jack no,is it a queen,
or is it king.
the 2 hit arrives.thinking nervously,trying to stay calm.
i hit 1 more,no and 3 time...and the river reviles.king
so what in my hand
guess what,a king and a ace
Categories:
reviles, imagination
Form: Free verse