No glamour here in the South Bay
where function and industry reign
just an occasional seagull is seen
gliding over the steel grid power lines.
The daily westerly winds whistle
swaying a small fleet of sailboats
buoys bob along a mariner’s course
as he navigates the currents.
Ships of all shapes and sizes
quietly line the edges of the bay
docked or moored in place
patiently waiting their turn at sea.
An unearthly silence lingers
around the salt flats that arise
staking their claim at the south shore
a monument to the “bitter end”.
It is peaceful here…without pretense
where the hum of traffic is heard
endlessly moving along an offramp
while the random seagull flies above.
parched buds
in shriveled sapling
desolate
bloom dreams
in
desiccated dunes
as the aureate sun
masks the mirage
chased
taking the scorched life
to the opal oasis
but
ending up
in staking retreat
of illusion
where
dreams are lost
in the debris
of
the palace of cards
collapsed
in desert sands
of destiny
adrift
rootless vagabond
wanders
in the wasteland
of
wrecked sandcastle
mentally metamorphosed
shapeshifts
into
a lone player
of puppet show
depicting
the panorama of life
unlived
performing ordained
to the dictum
of stringed freedom
enjoyed
in artificial act
axiomatic
of lingering life
obtuse
perfected within
psychic sanctum
of patience
instilled
sensually by
possessed passion
persistent
to dance
entranced
to the symphony
of
the serenading soul
sublime
In the realm of Telegram's glow,
Where taps and tokens start to flow,
A game named W-Coin was born,
A simple tap, and wealth was sworn.
With every press, the coins accrue,
A world of crypto starts to brew,
Ethereum, Solana bright,
Or TON, each path a different light.
Fifty thousand strong at start,
A growing game, a beating heart,
Ten million soon, or so they claim,
Yet bots might play this numbers game.
Invite your friends, the tokens rain,
Referral bonuses to gain,
With each new friend, the levels climb,
Rewards increase with passing time.
Tasks and staking, boosters too,
Ways to earn and gather through,
Retweets, join, and play with glee,
Unlocking rewards, climbing the tree.
Stake your coins, let them rest,
Earnings grow, you'll be impressed,
Reinvest to tap with might,
Workers toil throughout the night.
In this game, the taps are gold,
A simple joy that never old,
W-Coin's world, a click away,
Where tapping leads to wealth each day.
You've lifted a new mantra of American education
by staking your future on the fate of war & peace,
making university presidents tremble and
pro-Israel legislators cringe in anger -- you've intruded in their
scheme to assist a genocide, unaware of any rights
for the vanquished yet resilient Palestinians; they strongly disapprove
of your just struggle and watch your mass arrests with pleasure,
manifesting their own descent to dictatorship.
But, their folly consists of a naive misinterpretation of your will power
to fight for Palestinian justice to the bitter end, and to pay whatever the price
no price is too high for human rights.
The whispers of The Mailman come staking you at night.
The whispers of The Mailman will steal from your delight.
The whispers of The Mailman will scare you half to death,
But read the letters of The Mailman? You'll hear your final breath.
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In the final week they still swept their floors.
A gate was mended on the third last day -
the people in the village so stuck in their way,
that some, in leaving, even locked their doors
as if to keep back the dam tide -
frail wooden levees that will not hold.
They die hard: the habits of old,
and cannot be casually cast aside.
There is a nephilim here, in the leafy dark,
staking his plants and pulling out weeds,
though the distant coffer dam is broken.
As in the days of Noah and his ark,
the gardener labours in vain for vain needs,
ignoring the government prophecy spoken.
A word which first takes the mind straight to sin
And as soon to evil one could not win:
Always remember ‘spiritual exam’
For what you and I weigh in Divine Gram…
You can guess the examiner: Satan,
Sometimes, choosing an uncaring Nathan:
The too-good-at-cracking-the-harshest joke
And you could not but his face in blood soak…
In the world of lust a kiss made a must
And she’s another’s wife, not counted cost;
In the game of cards staking a Million
One had borrowed from a bank’s strict bullion…
In the field of writing, plagiarism,
No thought about its sure cataclysm
I could argue: behind many murders
By killers sure they’d still see their mothers:
More broadly, taking the risky for safe,
Then, realizing that it does hard skin chafe…
That which we could escape its penalty
But this takes not to a finality…
The silver birch
presides over the scree
A caravan of love
proceeds duly eastwards
I'm staking my faith in you
The wind whistles past
We are on the road again
to magic lands where the gypsy queen shows
the world her love
where you find
butterflies and buttercups
smiling in the rain,
and hope waiting for time
our faith connected to the earth
uncorrupted
Men are dangerous, unkind, they come to kill, not to live.
They eliminated my entire tribe. I am the only survivor.
It is up to me to live for my mother, my father, my sisters.
I move from hut to hut, staking out new gardens, a step ahead
of the enemy.
I speak to no one; my friends and relatives are gone.
These others are different than me. I fear them, so I carve my
death sticks, and I wait, listening in the dark for their breathing.
They are treacherous and dangerous. I stay to myself, seeking out
no company from these foreign devils.
I need no communication or help, and I give them no trouble.
If they come for me, they are going to get a surprise. I am ready.
I know how to defend myself; and I am armed and dangerous.
Some have yelled at me in foreign tongues. I am silent, waiting,
watching, listening, but not in fear. Ready to combat.
I am no newcomer to violence. They annulated my entire tribe.
I wait in my slumber nest, above the trees, with my ears open
even when my eyes are sleeping. Men are dangerous, unkind.
They come to kill, not live.
N1,000.00 for a mad beggar;
The rare spectacle would make you stagger:
Nation’s Top Bank Note on palms of pure dirt!
I had to yield to Strongest Suspicion
And out fish Giver’s Concealed Decision;
A need to criminalize Donors
Or they don’t taste what resembles honors:
Prayers for The Truly Charitable
While citing Pious Men: Veritable…
“This might be just Enchanted Money,
Whose taker would not at all find funny;
instant withdrawal of releasing hand
making The Very Giving less grand;
The Mad to be Twenty Thousand Times so,
The Sane fully cease to sensibly flow:
Receiver inheriting Givers Woes,
Start absorbing ill-Luck and its sad blows.
One should not in Life try to Charity
With Propriety place on parity:
Indeed, Begging is a risky venture:
A Boxer staking some tooth or denture.
In solitude. In bed i lie
and watch the stars as they blink,
marveling at my city.
And the house across the street
which i know they must hear me.
And go to sleep in their bed
while the holy sound of the sirens weep
and drown out the day.
Within the skin that covers my flesh
i leap away into sweet freedom.
All of our actions make us lost.
Perhaps the best is to close the eyes
and blink, and every night a pain-staking
soul stares at our souls.
In our blue watery prison.
Fingers become numb in hot showers at dawn
as within our blinding soltude in bed.
And then, to awaken and still it's dark.
:: 04.2.2022 ::
Sun-Dried Rain
David J Walker
Following the path of
Southwest winds
Carving canyons
Starving clouds and land alike
Making sand of topsoil
As pilgrims pray for rain
staking a claim in blowing dust
In bilingual refrains
of long missed moisture
and drying rust
Sun-dried children cleansed and swaying
on backyard clothes lines
dying for a drop
of Sun-Dried rain
Who will be selected Queen of
This year’s Dust Storm Fest
Staking a valid claim
is important I hear,
if one would reap reward
for inventing a thing,
or getting an award.
Staking a valid claim
is good information,
protecting ownership
or creative effort,
a new computer chip.
Staking a valid claim
it’s so necessary
to protect what you make,
even poem or rhyme
plagiarizers take.
written December 26, 2021
Who else in the city staking paper like l am doing?
I have been around the block but the Gucci and Galbanas got me looking kinda different.
People really love me they will be asking for them autographs , l be like no , no l got a flight to catch , no time to chill got to make more deals so she gets more heels just to avoid the feels.
Every time the blues on me l just roll and sip some till my heart tells me yeah let's do it again!
Life has been bumpy ever since l won the lottery, sleepless nights on rooftops blowing dollars like we bowlers , partying on a Tuesday in a suit and spending pounds let the Queen call a meeting!
If this is a dream don't wake me up l am to slumber in heaven.
Pilfers into preachers through my work now that's a blessing.
Used to be a berger , now they beg me to stay but they never wanted me near them until God raised me from the dead!
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