A time-tested spiritual banking,
Higher and higher one goes in ranking,
Slammed doors sweetly unlocking,
Hindering barriers unblocking…
From the wall one has been flung
And like a bag on a peg hung,
One beautifully bounces off,
Once more cooking better-off
Your trifle not with Malachi 3:10,
God having it written with His Pen;
No chance rubbishing of the injunction,
For whomever must get beyond our junction.
Tithe never is by rude force backed,
Wherefore their payers have often slacked;
Of course, to hellfire straight,
Who even does so late…
As much a robber,
Who could another clobber,
No less, The Shameless Looter,
Who easily turns A Shooter.
Categories:
rubbishing, dream, money, religion, truth,
Form: Rhyme
Still the shaking out of the Middle East,
Sometimes its carnivals rescheduling or feast’;
An as much engulfing tremor as an earthquake,
A time the normal man there rejects a piece of cake.
Hit targets like Michael Jackson dance,
Witnesses struck dumb by the mischance;
Ripped apart bodies described a free fall,
While answering so early a home call.
As guns sing their rat-tat-tats,
Removed in homage are many hats;
Their nozzles continually obeying fingered triggers,
The meanest blood bath encouraged to linger.
War its appeal loses outside the cinema,
One can’t under a carpet sweep combatants\ dilemma;
A dialogue with the Devil is wisest from far-off distance,
Whoever would forget the Hiroshima instance?
The jihadists’ wars are their passports to paradise,
The ethnics, a rubbishing of tribal ties;
The gulf’s was some guarantee of crude oil,
The Gangsters their macho men’s toil.
Categories:
rubbishing, anger, conflict, death, environment,
Form: Rhyme
Threatening priceless life,
Murdering rival's wife.
The meanest of strife,
For election victory staining the knife.
In the white man's world, somewhat unthinkable
And if it's their energy ship, assuredly sinkable.
A pillaging of property
And pushing of political opponent to poverty,
The electorate rubbishing his vote:
With criminals dumped in the same boat
Via rainy flows
Of body - damaging blows
Always offering indecent job
To the muscularly strong
From the unemployed throng
Leaving democracies to sob.
Categories:
rubbishing, poems, poetry,
Form: Rhyme
Like sunshine on a cold Spring morning
deceiving our judgment and senses,
the rat manoeuvres through honest lives,
a Machiavellian villain before our eyes.
Sharp pain in our back can not be felt,
slowly we bleed unknowingly from
malicious acts assumed as mistakes
and poisonous words on metaphorical plates.
The gullible gobbling every last morsel
coaxed by the rodent kings charm,
others now treat us with utter contempt.
Realisation dawns slowly, this was all meant.
A great planner and chess game player
- a master manipulator,
this rat's moves to the winning check mate
eminate from the deepest bowels of dark hate.
Rubbishing others to his own gain,
convincing the blind he is the best,
while deadly charisma gnaws his path,
My fellow man I plead, watch out for this rats wrath.
Categories:
rubbishing, hate,
Form: Free verse