I've never before made it fit,
For eight rhymes in one line to sit.
Though it isn't wise,
I'd best stick with pi(e)s,
Smit wit quit, lit grit spit Brit ... snit.
Hear me mates, before its too late.'
Get awake..Not woke! It'll send you broke.)
I have cried in anger.' In sadess and rage.'
At the counrys humilliation, and the world its stage
Its time to leave ideaologys that steal great
Aussie values.' Cue labour liberals greens and the teals!
Go and study the 1980s.' Though there were still fools
In charge.' The people were more involved in actions
By and large.' Put away navel gazing. And disengage.'
From the quackery and e u foolery.' And useless tirades'
In all states and territory, can you just say g'day? Embrace
Your true heros.' Listen to what they say.' I think of Hobart
And Patterson, Bosi' Latter and Hoody.' Culleton and
Rennik and Antic; another goody.' Smit; and krystal, iyah, Claire Woodly too.' stand
With them Australia." And get back to ( true blue!)
Here's some verse for Monika Smit, shes took the very worst
Faced every hit, got put in jail, on false covid charges'
She was paid out damages, though they lied their hardest!
Facist? communist.? Whats the worst they can make of it'
Slavery by any name' Victoria governs with it all the same..
The coppers followed dingos like..Sold their own grandmothers
(What are they like?) Strutting round like in the 1800s
The peoples enemy, yet with now dwindling numbers
They're covered by the judges cruel, who'll bend and alter
Any rule, the top is twisted, now the whole state knows
Which is spreading, like a bushfire how the country glows
The heat is on, where can they turn? Maybe they will feel
Some rope applied burns? Get dragged those thirty maybe
Forty yards? cause times a wearing, and they're down on
Their cards.' The tables are turning, wheels are now in motion
A nation is rising.' They're rejecting false notions, many sins
Are in blossom, and blood cries out, from the graves of
The victims, We hear the shouts' God is observant He is
Keeping a count ' their days are shortening there is no doubt!
From A Dream, Three Quatrains Gifted
The Searching
I went forth into the windy forest
Through thistles, thorns and falling day
Crossing umber meadows and flowing stream
Forever seeking that which hath fled away.
The Flying
I went forth into midnight sleeping
From spinning cloud to cloud I fled
Far below, slow breeze comforted Fate
Whilst I slept alone in my bed.
The Denying
I went forth into tomorrow's churnings
As a child lost in the sorrowing haze
The sun there was a ball of distant red
And I, falling into its infinite blaze.
Robert J. Lindley, 4-12-2022
Poetry
Note:
Ok, note becomes the fourth, but definitely was not intended to be..
Thus, editing it now to give it the proper title..
The Understanding
Waking to rise, inking verse to stay afloat
O but a few words to the blue-cast skies
It was Goliath that the flying stone smote
Thus, laying devil low in his flesh-cast disguise…
Note:
"smote"
smite
/smit/
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verb
*****past tense: smote*****
1.
LITERARY
strike with a firm blow.
The song about you is love.
I have knitted your laughter
In the coven of my heart to rest,
fondled your smiles to rest in peace,
Remembering your defeat to hatred.
We'll sing of you in unison uptown
the mountain of the world of Benue
to declare freedom to your unborn dreams.
Your stories of realities shall be
sounded at Idoma clan of your bravity.
May we always remember this:
We'll paint on the walls of joy
never shall your sun Smit you!
You are of a great woman of strength,
bottling the flashes of the timid moon
and keeping the glowing of your smiles.
You are a Queen of the middle belt,
the awaken light of bouncing tomorrow
brighting many souls deceived by westernization.
You have a tale in your eyes of eyes
which shall resound farther soonest,
when Idoma and the world shall behold you,
we will dance along the field of longativity
of age which heaven endowed you with.
...and I said my birthday wishes.
© John Chizoba Vincent
The sun of Aleppo will not
Smit you by the night of war;
for you are the toothpick stronger
then the great wall of China,
you are a king of the night.
Music in your head is grace,
love is sweet in your mouth,
Stars seen in your eyes are
the celestials of the heavens;
your muse is the god of perfection.
You are the art in appreciation,
you are the streams of knowledge,
the movement of your hair by the air
is the orbiting voices of the angels,
the earth can not even home your skull.
Dance of your feet are tale of love
writing from home to home for peace,
your beads glitter and glow for sanity.
Moonchild, moonlight of tomorrow,
We are the song of your yesterday.
Moonchild, moonlight of the gods,
Through your destiny we can build,
Yesterday made us a fool; fools
Pocketing our groaning lies to fault
Come, take us home where you live.
©John chizoba vincent
Nineteen seventy nine and we don't even care ?
As restless as we are yet, tis so easy to get caught up
Within orphan Joey's perpetual season in woes this rainbow
Skidrow coloured their flesh but don't you know; smit the bit this lingo pit
Hanging on a tit suckled through a slit rin tin sin and his brother gin shoving grenades
In their blue blank daze sunless gaze abysmal cage crack'pot sage fortune teller rage feed the beast
Bowing to statues reaching for gold serving their belly this hate that they hold: king copula's gab'fest gabbling....
Crossing continents spheres as realms tis hard not to feel the pain you instill your evil ways darkened haze their babies.
Long days n gracious night
Looking at the sky filled burning with light
Mind swimming n new beginnings come to life
Observing n wording what comes from the heart to light or from the minds darkest recesses ignite
Nostalgic feelings of smit
Illusions evolution into life
Unkosher delusions of blueprints that distort the right
Yes I fight
Not hard enough
Uphill is always so tough
Never plain Jane never just right the uff
Schemes of other things n daily activities
Dreams of ruffled princesses n a trumped king
Empty throne room n empty scene
Empty bottles n hollow dreams
Fist balled up
Dry streams
Oh what a wonderful life we lead.....Peace
Dine a la carte
with my secret sweetheart
a half dozen roses
in differing poses
champagne glass in hand
soft notes from the band
vows ever after
sweet smiles and laughter
eyes locked in stare
romance in the air
emotions a-brew
old blending with new
eyelids a-fluttering
to whispered sweet nothings
vows ever after
sweet smiles and laughter
Love ballad dancing
and sensuous prancing
a oneness of feeling
and merging of being
open-eyed nose-meet
wings on the feet
vows ever after
sweet smiles and laughter
Instead we are pained
to outsiders chained
with emptiness fraught
our love counts for naught
mere love poems writ
twixt two lovers smit’
no vows ever after
sweet smiles or laughter
*******************************
Even forgiveness has its price
Smithereens without the smit
One day to judge your life
One mistake to replace love with disdain
One time to get it right or be dauntingly haunted through out days n nights
Easier to fight becuz vengeance is sweet when done right
Humility bowing down
Humbly stomped through crowds
Looking n searching but the light is to much for sight
Even forgiveness has its price
Even forgiveness has its price
Recite 70x70 hail marys all day n nite
It still ain't right
Even forgiveness has its price
So wrong in rights sight
Even forgiveness has its price.....Peace
All the fluttering flicks of the dewy-leaved trees
Send showering silvers to kiss and please,
But our lips, slim smit in the midst of these,
Send shuddering shudderings right through our knees!
All the fluttering flicks of the dewy-leaved trees
Send showering silvers to kiss and please,
But our lips, slim smit in the midst of these,
Send shuddering shudderings right through our knees!
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