“Long Live the Independence Day”
The day dependence duly ended
And painful birth of USA
Is something worth to be remembered
It’s been two C’s and whole half
We weren’t here at conception
But fly that flag at highest staff
And pay respect without exception
Was more than schism from old kings
And liberation from oppression
New mindset what freedom brings
To live in peace without transgression
Not slaves, not servants, serfs, peons
Be taken no advantage lately
From the beginning to eons
“Accept no lies” we value greatly
Our votes are our independence
July the 4th is symbol strong
What shall we leave to our descendants
Depends on how we move along
We’re not as free as one would think
Big world encroaches, uninvited
Too often freedom is “cha-ching”
Don’t give it up and stand united
Stop pompous jerks in tailored suits
From making their own eclipse
Betray our history and roots
Because they are on ego trips
Be independent as can be
Yet part of our wholesome nation
Think free, live free and bend no knee
That’s “independence” foundation
July 4, 2026
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*WHN Poems
Satsuma Tumour
Sense of Humour?
That Groomer Rumour
Cometh the Hour
Cometh the TAN!
People Power Glower should Flower
Grassy brassy knolls
But proles at the polls
Sold their Souls
To joust like Faust
Ignore Marcel Proust
Cower before the Ivory Tower
Odd bod elite’s law
Tweets of Sod and God
No Enlightening
Repeats the prism
Or algorithm beats
Every criticism schism
“Ism”..a frightening..lightning rod
Pot..black..kettle knack
Debauched cheats pedal to the metal
Out of whack flak attack
Unsettle our mettle
Plot to settle that score
Scorched and torched serfs
Any petal in fine fettle
& the earth's core
****s Gluts
Societal Stutter
More Cuts
Suicidal Splutter
Serfs Ruts
Should be wary
Weary of the scary
Leery lairy Dairy Fairy
Utter Nutter
If's But's
Gutter Mutter
Tut Tutts
Because of their ilk
Silk road's now
Bow..cash cow
Kowtow to
Road of Milk
Nadirs Clutter
Wing Nuts
Flitter Flutter
Garters from Guts
Soften your butter
Everything shudders
Will explode
Due to the udders
Rivers life
Givers rotten
Nature rife
Delivers from
Strife forgotten
Moolah besotten
Milk powder
Or
Seafood chowder
Dairy highway dismay
All day diner
Cosplay for our new
Crueler ruler.. China
Hip hip Hooray!
Demagogue not pedagogue
Aghast & agog
Perfidious insidious fog
Reeks of the past
Slog through the smog
Musk seeks to flog
Earth & its serfs
Downed & drowned
In his dystopian bog
Even starry nights
Elon’s neon satellites
Seedier media perch
Utter nutter besmirch
Thriving in the gutter
Conniving depriving church
Vex "X" & Tech T-Rex hex
Or next bogus Rogan
Bogan slogans prevails
Alpha male tales derails
Sod the planet’s scars
Cruise trips to Mars
Odd bod driverless cars
Spawn a fake Tarantino
Remake.."Musk till Dawn"
Devil may care lair..
Loads of lies..skies chock a block
With spies...all eyes on the prize
Everyone Everything Everywhere dies
Let's not parley with gnarly snarly
Musk...takes the mickey & the bicky
In the dock for running amok
Time guys he did finally own up
To being as grown up..
As a Farley’s Rusk (a British biscuit/bicky for a wee kiddy)
Bus drivers and plumbers
don’t start the wars
The nurse or school teacher
too busy inured
What’s common among us
with tasks to withstand
The elected entitled
our blood on their hands
Without a real job
and whose terms don’t expire
They poison the well
with aggrandizements dire
To them it’s a game
that they cannot lose
Their voters just pawns
in a continual ruse
But one day the reaper
with sickle in hand
Will come to reclaim
what’s stolen bedamned
And the serfs will rise up
in an infamous rage
The despots left burning
—their ashes in shame
(Radnor Pennsylvania: June, 2023)
Woman of rationality
not known to all men.
Countess of Mercia,
scent of a woman.
Lover of masses,
dream of sashes.
In anticipation
no other man tried,
Wooing the coveted one
fear of life taunts
nobody ever haunts.
A modest woman she was,
a clean woman that was.
Up in the hills
travels without fear,
down the hills she fills
with her voice people hear.
In many trails
she hops and drills.
In open seas
she crave for krills.
Strong woman thinks all,
grown woman walks tall.
In each flight she makes
no man's plight is at stake.
Never wondered how hard life is
In an instant, life heals.
For the strong woman without fierce
no hurting arrows can pierce.
Savagery is not bravery
for any lass of Coventry.
Thinking of good deeds that last
no heroism will rust.
Aigrettes pose as nobility,
not for lass of simplicity.
Half of Leofric,
Piece of heroic.
Levy for serfs,
burden of turfs.
Then one day casted
a lean woman's body...
body of beauty,
honor of beauty.
How the heroine perished
nobody cherished.
A living legend she was,
a myth that never was!
Let us not wallow in a quixotic stupor;
Becoming their silly food-stamped serfs:-
Maudlin beings drained of all our vigor—
Doomed to old slave quarters berths.
In remembrance of Malvina Reynolds
Little Pumpkins in a pumpkin patch
Little Pumpkins growing side-by-side
Little Pumpkins taste of sticky taffy
Little Pumpkins in a row.
There's a black one, a sea-green one
Polkadot and honey-yellow one
But not one's an orange one
And I wanted one that was orange.
All the people in the pumpkins
Pay rent to Peter-Peter and
He's their landlord they're his serfs and
He deflowers their every bride.
All their children dry the pumpkin seeds
And plant them in the pumpkin patch
And the pumpkins become fat and firm
And the children move right in.
There are puce ones there are white ones
One's vermilion, one is indigo
And they all taste just like sticky taffy
Which was left out in the sun.
I get it now... jackasses and elephants are the same
Getting off on control
Getting rich off prolonged misery.
Our collective pain is their superpower.
Our division is their weapon of choice
to maintain that superpower.
Do pray that the masses open their eyes.
Grow brave and wise -unite-ignite.
Become we the people again.
Pull back the iron curtain of OZ.
To expose the charade of self-righteous peacocks
And their plastic levers of logic.
Concocting diversions-shifting blame.
Making rules for the serfs but not for themselves.
The biggest fear of the elitist
is that we, the people, will stand together
demand term limits.
Prune special interests.
They fear we'd slap the mask of humility and restraint
(forged from the bones and blood of the masses)
to their crooked funhouse faces.
...jackasses and elephants... are the same.
We're nothing but pieces of coal to them.
Something to be plucked - pressurized-modified.
Into bling around their middle fingers,
Which they stick far up our asses to bore the spirits from our chests.
freed verses
are
served free
to
serve serfs
like
severed-fees
to
reverse-feed
what's
severed seed
as
free versed
that's
deserved free
stan sand
~~A chess match is an opaque mirror into societal clash.
Slippery rules and taboos playing upon a checkered past.
Balcony kings and queens glaring down on the lower caste.
Ramparts buttressing crooked flanks, serfs in the murky front.
Devouring dirt, taking the brunt of many skirmishes to come.
Senators riding sky horses, gliding so high above the fight.
Neighing nonsense -fanning their brand of hellfire lies.
Speedy-tongued bishops blitzing on the slanted slide.
In our faces, showcasing only the wrongs of our lives.
Black and white toppling ungracefully to the side.
Flimsy smiles and flint handshakes without dialogue.
Another fiery stalemate on the blazing horizon.
Starting from Scratch with Ol’ Scratch
by Michael R. Burch
Love, with a small, fatalistic sigh
went to the ovens. Please don’t bother to cry.
You could have saved her, but you were all tied up
complaining about the Jews to Reichmeister Grupp.
Scratch that. You were born after World War II.
You had something more important to do:
while the children of the Nakba were perishing in Gaza
with the complicity of your government, you had a noble cause (a
religious tract against homosexual marriage
and various things gods and evangelists disparage.)
Jesus will grok you? Ah, yes, I’m quite sure
that your intentions were good and ineluctably pure.
After all, what the hell does he care about Palestinians?
Certainly, Christians were right about serfs, slaves and Indians.
Scratch that. You’re one of the Devil’s minions.
From Eden to the outhouse in just a few thousand years
Blooming weapons of mass extinction
From the seeds of our many gifts.
A volley of nuclear warheads is coming
within a generation or so.
The wealthy and powerful will sashay
to heated bunkers, stocked full of tomorrow.
While above, the serfs break dance
like ants in a boiling plutonium bath.
There'll be no Jesus balm to soothe their nuclear rash.
Eden forever poisoned by the oily ego of man.
Some other times I thought
Where does life turns to us?
Is it nobles wearing Gold shoes?
Or the serfs in rag that's loose?
Some other times I thought
People whose life are lost
Doubted sin, innocent beings
Brutally maimed just in a blink
Some other times I thought
Life is a cause for curse
People can't live in their very best
So they rather hid sweats under wares
Some other times I thought
People that are in fear of lose
Love, lifes, virtues that are dearest to them
And in cares and tears wanting someones help
I thought, I think, still hopes
When would life have a thought?
Of many heart broken, lovelorn
Who once again still wishes joy.
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