My heart's at half-mast for dear Molly McGee
Who was drawn and quartered and buried at sea
They thought her a temptress, known only to me
Convicted of mischief and skulduggery
So, I dropped to my knees and prayed to the Lord
Tho, devout as I was, my prayers were ignored
I bowed to the Captain, I begged and implored
But watched my dear Molly, get dumped overboard
Then I shouted her name and jumped in the sea
And followed the body of Molly McGee
Two lovers united, where hearts can be free
Our souls are now mingled, my Molly and me
Mutant metronome’s
stygian riddle
inscrutable fixation
spuming
clustered clairvoyance
honing snoopy
quest querulous
quicquidlibet
tamper connived
sinewy stratagem
plimsoll plot
“sneaker” of
wily webfooted
nefarious nudge
at
tenebrific toll
maple smoke
screen screed
clandestine
cobwebs cohere
mohair marinated
muddle
subdued thespian
herringbone hoodwink
skewed camouflage
perused pearl
inveigling
skulduggery rife
underscored cadence
persuasive
percussive rattle
ubiquitous underbelly
prop to
dodgy dialogue
muted ritardando
silhouette streak
dangling magnet
mired in
gauche guesswork
subterfuge sciophobia
inkpot
amorphous machination
fiction wizards
emblazon
indices incipient
embryo empiricism
mouldering
cabinet coterie
spookish svengali
minatorial
repercussions
incurvate
sniffer dog
detective
poirrot’s prognosis
clouseau contingency
that
rivetting mystery
The thuggery & skulduggery we must disable
The fable that we are all from another stable
Reliant on corporate giant bland brand label
We should be able to sit at the same table
Could grow our food in our neighbourhood
No creeds just deeds sow seeds that feeds
Heeds our needs not greeds edible weeds
Chairs of reeds in a row stood around wood
Two hands & one mouth the triangle of life
Spans across lands fans of no fork or knife
North to south eat together beat the strife
Allayed & swayed by Proustian rushes rife
Severe all ties with pain lies of Cain and Abel
Come together guys round table whenever
Wherever forever there is nowt comparable
Parable of arable reigns never been a fable
Monstrously Machievellian
Demonic pedagogic
Ominously Orwellian
Demagogic logic
Fools’ Musk-ovite mules
Zuckerberg zeitgeist heist
Dickensian dystopia rules
Google last post bugle
Fossil fuels myopia drools
Bellicose Bezos blows
Bro-ligarchy mates’ malarkey
Unions demonstrate
Amazon defenestrate
Hades Gates hierarchy
In the dock
Murdoch foxy skulduggery
Poxy TikTok runs amok
Crass puns..shock thuggery
This lot don't give a jot
.
Bitter sh**ter Twitter
Greedier needier seedier
The death of mass media
X marks the spot!
It is a well-known fact, said Aristotle
and many a priest that threaten the inferno,
‘Give me a child before the age of seven’
Today society taking the old ways to a new height
‘And I’ll give you a programmable mind set.’
life, now a highway, from the earliest age a one-track road
littered along the hard shoulder with broken down expressions,
when to fuel a rapid growing band of experts,
driven along the assemble line of psychoanalyst,
a vital part of the skulduggery?
Striving for intellect is not in everyone’s script
where all are pressurized to achieve, and many children
are having to forgo that precious period of life,
for the sake of another’s ego.
© Harry J Horsman 2022
secrets
cryptic, occult
mystifying, perplexing, fascinating
schemes, skulduggery, untruths, propaganda
deceiving, infuriating, annoying
false, deliberate
lies
Date written: 07/05/2020
The Political class
The problem with politicians is we need
someone to represent us and they do for a reward
the power and prestige.
Delegates speak fluently give promises they have
no intention of keeping and a prone to corruption
and will always do the bidding of the haves.
In the corridors of power, they strike deals which
are hidden for us and when called out they lies
and we are often too willing to believe them.
Of course, we have democracy and elect someone else
who say what we like to hear, but they the new brooms
somehow blend in with the rest of their class
and many run their own businesses that, they say, is
because they work hard, I call it skulduggery.
President Macron of France is a good example, silver-tongued
and charming he pretends to want a just society
when the truth is he only represents big business
and doesn`t bother to talk to the lower classes except
for platitudes and when we discover the truth, it is too late
a politician who has no ideology is only in for this
for control and when they fail feel no shame just
go back making money elsewhere.
IF EVER I HAD A COUNTRY…
V
If ever I had a country
And if I were the Minister of Justice
I'd keep an open eye on covert fascist lechers
To arraign dodgers from witch sick woman's clutches
Who annul marriages the Holy See blesses
To mask her lewd tantrums in the Secret Services
That is, if ever I were the Minister of Justice
And even if I never had no country
VI
If ever I had a country
And if I were the Home Secretary
I'd make all secret files on all dignitaries
An open book on the art of rape incest or adultery
Pedophily sodomy perversity y compris
Not to mention lodge-keepers' skulduggery
That is, if ever I were the Home Secretary
And even if I never had no country
© T. Wignesan - Paris, 2018
I don't believe in no bad man thing,
No bling bling or shallow thinking,
No skulduggery, artificiality , and red-nosed vanity
I believe in the brain man thing,
Yes, the one without the bling,
The one with real seasoning,
real artical reasonig
Where we devise concepts and hatch plans
to improve situations
to guide the young ones
We have the foolish,
guiding the youths
with brainless profanities
obstructing the truth
In all our endeavours
its a plain fact
that if we study hard,
work hard , we can get the lot
Peace of mind, with a clean heart
deflecting the ravages of brainless acts
In the calmness of your sanctuary,
seek the divine
In foolish thoughts evil deeds are done
But with a trained mind, its you daily weapon
There are several sides to this story?
Choose which one suits you
I was once with the living and breathing
Now, I’ve moved out of view
I thought my passing was final
My time as a mortal, ran out
I followed the light to eternity
Where my existence is now quite devout
Once a worldly joker
The afterlife offers me more
I amuse myself with skulduggery
And cause havoc wherever I explore
Life has many dimensions
Take it from me…… there are more than two!
That’s why my mischief and trickery
Will include the odd visit too you!!
We expect of others in most given situations,
What we ourselves would do, for it's our inclination,
To think that we are all the same so we think they would do,
The same as we if we should find ourselves in those same shoes;
So when we suspect another of some skulduggery,
Or we look down on someone and think debauchery,
Because they made in innocence a picturesque remark,
That we perhaps misunderstood and decided to embark,
On a mental journey to the land of fantasy,
Imagining the things they did and we begin romancing,
Evil thoughts within our minds that have no ground at all,
Except within our fertile mind where Satan has a ball.
Darn those sweet little lies
Deceiving duplicitous disguises
Tainting and twisting the truth
Loathsome lessons learned at youth
Casually coloring confessions
Secretly shrouding indiscretions
Desperately dodging discovery
Sometimes slandering skulduggery
Distorting details is dishonest
And should always be admonished
an original poem by Daniel Turner
You wake up inside a psychiatric ward
But you know your not crazy
People shout at you
you wished they were a part of your schizo
A memento of the past
Was just a fragment of joy
Delusions of happiness...
Plays a skulduggery to the mind
In the darkest hour when insomnia strikes
When migraine burns your inner most thoughts
You think of the world and all it's vanity
And you ask yourself "Where is sanity?"
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