an angry
alliterated agony
ferociously flowing
the treacherous
tenacious trumping tactics,
tell truth tales,
of our outrageous
pompous, pontificating potus,
holding hungry hostages,
hanging hopelessly helpless;
weary worn warriors, walled
by bigotry’s belittling:
pitiful poor panicking people,
lingering like lynched lackeys;
veiled villainous vampire
dictator, dooms
democracy, demanding
america accepts asinine,
audacious aristocracy;
when will we wake
and audaciously approach
regaining revoked rights;
evil envy, eventually eviscerated?
infectious ingrained idiocy,
can’t continuously control
conscious citizens,
purposely propelling
people power,
to triumphantly
trounce this
tainted tyranny:
pretty please,
look…listen…learn…
legal legislation!
The Revealed Secret
Why did you do it?
Why let the cat out the bag?
Were you so hurting?
Why did you raise your red flag?
Was at this time in nineteen-eighty, you were being bullied
To retaliate, you spat a truth that left us sullied
I am so sorry
I wish I'd stood up for you
Instead of being passive
Let those children get to you
They cornered you, I saw those tears, I felt that pain you carried
You lashed back out, came out your mouth, and innocence was buried
I tried not to react
Although was broken inside
I wanted to ask my Mum
Is it true, why has she lied?
Your revelation, hells vacation, death of hope and light
The words you spoke, my youth revoked, my entry to real life
I fought back my tears
“I knew that”, I pretended
Through all of these years
Your secret, hope absconded
You blurted out, “He isn't real - it's just your Mum and Dad”
No Santa Claus, no warm applause, just kids - upset and sad
Reckless
when imbibing
He lost his right
to drive
For those infractions
time proscribed
A Poets
D.U.I.
He far
exceeded limits
His influences
blamed
Now doomed to ride
as passenger
In literary
— shame
(Dreamsleep: October, 2025)
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Young Nibbles, a squirrel so grand,
Preferred candy to nuts in his hand.
He revoked the tiny oak,
And of chocolate he only spoke.
"These acorns," he'd scoff, "taste like sand!"
He swapped nuts for gumdrops and lollies,
Scaled gutters for sweet pocket jollies.
His cheeks bulged like a flour sack,
For hiding his stash, he had quite the knack.
Chomped on the candy called creepy-crawlies.
One day he found a candy store,
And stuffed his fur 'til he could hold no more.
But his teeth all developed decay,
So he sadly swapped that day...
For dentist-recommended celery galore!
Dogma Enigma
When the pedophile is god
and genocide is good
when caring for the other
is a never not a should
when race is a weapon
and gender is revoked
when science is blasphemy
and climate change a hoax
Resist the urge to reason
you will just be labelled woke
Sharing my love narration,
Causing much elation,
Ignoring cant negation,
Here tis love central station,
Harmless joy aeration,
Heart is your curation,
Pixie dust your vocation,
Love needs no stagnation,
Evolving, with illustration,
Never has privation,
Revoked our sublimation,
Scribbling this summation,
"Pour blessed love libation!"
A billion ants all march'd in line
Their Queen doth bruise 'n' bleed them dry
For these poor creatures, world stops not
And no eyes turn'd when one doth drop.
A billion ants all beat 'n' broke
Their minds be torn, their souls revoked
Be turn'd to slaves and free from trust
To feed their monster's greed 'n' lust.
A billion ants whom time forgot
Exploited, wreck'd, and left to rot
They work'd their lives for scarce reward
Their souls unbless'd by love, nor lord.
Three million more seek death or dole
Becometh not more hopeless souls
Thou master scorns and leaves to rot
This dreadful world that they know not.
Dramatic pause
Stage diminished
Alcohol influence
Living on the streets
Nickel and Dimes survival
Actor being once a striving Actor
Contract revoked
His final curtain pulled down
Had big dreams
Wanted to be in the movie streams
No Movie Star
No longer owns a car
Could have gone far
Inspiration being just a word
Closed door
Fallen to Alcohol
Stage presence forgotten.
Loyal companion carved from a sturdy oak.
This eternal gratitude will never be revoked.
You've been there for me more then
some human folk.
I think I may be in love with you and that is no joke.
Please stay by my side until the day I croak,
if perchance we come upon a very nasty bloke,
I will turn you upside down and give him a poke!
Crepuscular rays filtered through the trees:
Tall black cypresses around a dark shrine,
Evening grim bells toll as I feel the freeze,
Conscious the tomb covered with rambling vine,
While nocturnal butterflies just decline.
I could not help utter a maze of sighs,
My desolate unborn baby just lies,
Never forgotten, but always evoked
Except the woman who'll never get wise.
Cursed she'll be, an oath I never revoked.
Fiction
I am against abortion. But I am in favour of forgiving.
A little voice inside keeps saying, “write something different”
Different to what may I ask?
I have surely written about every subject there is to write about
No no! I can't write about THAT!
I'd get censored and my lifetime membership would be revoked
Anyway, writing that stuff is only to get attention
It's called “sensationalism”
The world press is particularly guilty of it
I understand they're in the business to sell papers
And add mucho dollars to their respective bank accounts
BUT a little discretion at times would certainly be in order
I'm not referring to any one particular article or story
Just expressing my thinking
Perhaps if events weren't sensationalized as much
The lunatic fringe would be more concerned with other things
Such as what they have to be thankful for
Instead of complaining about what others have and they don't
Am I dreaming???
Run away, but you cannot hide
for you were made to obey to this you did deny
Warned of sin it made you grin
now my young angel you are fallen
For the devil you did play
the rules of contact you disobey
Did anything you desired and wished
revoked your oath to dwell in sins of the flesh
Do you have remorse and seek redemption
do you think some how you are the one exception
Your sister and brother angels weep for you
for your judgement coming is overdue
Accepting my own failure and demotion
I was responsible for your quick promotion
You were clever smart and too beautiful
if only I could have made you dutiful
Judgement will only be spoken
with His word you will be erased, your promise broken
The next Micheal you might have been
all lost for foolish sin, what might have been
I ask to earth to go, to see you a last time
The answer I knew was no, so quickly declined
The layers of Heaven are dark
a single bolt of lightning to earth sparks
My greatest pupil you weakened me with pride
my delinquent angel, alas goodbye.
I have a friend
She seems withdrawn
Our wistful chat before the dawn
Reveals the truth
The news is grim
It isn't me she loves but him
The shroud of night
Reveals the day
And as my feelings drift away
My heart resists
The dawn's concession
Hopeful sea drowns night depression
Still gloomy truth
Like storms may shudder
With sails revoked, hold fast the rudder
Adventure wanes
As journey's folly
Dashed on rocks of melancholy
PASSING THROUGH
TIME-SENSITIVE
A NOTE
REVOKED
TIMELY MATTER
GATHERING
ONE MORE
THE MOVE.
A little voice keeps saying, “write something different”
Different to what I may ask?
I've surely written about every subject there is to write about
No no! I can't write about THAT!
I'd be censored and my lifetime membership would be revoked
Anyway, writing that stuff is only to get attention
It's called “sensationalism”
The world press is particularly guilty of that stuff
I understand they're in the business to sell papers
And add mucho dollars to their respective bank accounts
BUT a little discretion at times would certainly be in order
I'm not referring to any one particular article or story
Just expressing my thinking
Perhaps if events weren't sensationalized as much
The lunatics out there would be more concerned with other things
Such as what they have to be thankful for
Instead of complaining about what others have and they don't
Am I dreaming???
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