On Strike On The Dock
I didn’t have time today.
I was shopping very late.
People went on Strike.
Run for your lives.
Let's raid the grocery stores.
They bought up all of the toilet paper.
Let’s just panic.
Wemight run out of ass wipes.
O’ my.
Just trying to survive.
Raid the dollar store.
At gunpoint, that's my toilet paper roll.
This is madness.
How long will this last?
Everyone needs to chill out.
I guess we ran out of paper towels too
Rarely has notoriety been more enjoyed
than by the newly discovered asteroid.
Our friend, 2024 YR4
has come knocking at our door.
So, scientists trained a telescope
and sadly had to give up hope -
painted on that rock in words that seemed to shout -
"one strike and you're out".
Strike Up the Ban
Who’s banning Gone with the Wind
Are they banning Huckleberry Finn
The Diary of Ann Frank might offend
Some German who wasn’t born back then
With limited capacity
I write to you.
Poems, letters and say
whatever feels true.
With limited capacity
I face the God like world,
raise my flag and with limited strength
I do go to war.
With limited capacity
I accept or deny.
With limited capacity
I had to come and I will bid goodbye.
Our stories,
they never becomes invaluable,
we just follow the other's
with our ignorable sadness and sighs.
With limited capacity
although it is cruel, it is a rule. Why ?
That we never get to know,
and the fact that will strike
eternally like an arrow,
you and I shall have nothing
to remember us by.
(07 December 2024)
Just before Christmas, the elves went on strike.
Santa told them to go take a hike.
But after exchanges,
the elves all got raises...
and a fleet of shiny new mini-bikes.
Worried for the day
I sit at the table, too nervous to say
I must write a fable
With my pens in array
I look for my ladle
My hunger I must slay
My thoughts in disarray
Worried my hunger could be fatal
I forget my paper, in my bed I lay
My stomach tied knots
If I was understood i’d earn my spot
For now they look at me like an empty lot
What can we expect from a government denying God's plan
that which speaks in parseltongue the language of snakes
this which is a skill that converses through black magic
Pretending to care it focuses on taboo subject matter
how blind has become the darkness surrounding these souls
They start shedding when the light illuminates their heart's desire
working tirelessly bending the will of many to comply and submit
Let's thread the needle and pinpoint the words
fear where the fruits of this deception grows
without roots rotten apples trying to spread an agenda removing choice
there is only one Law I obey these days and it sure as hell is not man made
When you spit
into the face
of destiny
— eternity watches
(Dreamsleep: July, 2024)
In a most stunning reversal of form
The ‘grammar police’ took over a dorm
Kicked out all the radicals
Screamed, ‘You’re non-grammatical’
~ Set off an academic protest storm
confusion overtakes you
as the fog swallows the leaves above
leaving wind soundless
when you boil the sea
rain falls
and yet you ask why
as a child
shocked by thunder
hiding like a rat
gnashing your teeth
on wood and wheat
seeking a retreat
death comes for your kin
like anthills in a concrete mold
boasting of great strength
yet in this moment eternal
the fear and confusion ever so swallows
and remains is the sound of fear
in statues of your kin
mouth agape
as if to ask "why?"
when patience is rewarded with pain
and violence is rewarded with silence
what do you have left?
open your mouth
and ask me again.
try not to swallow your tongue.
I'd love to ban bombs,
Let's do it with aplomb!
Chicks, go on strike.
No longer skirts to hike,
Starve men of meals and sex,
No more washing, cast the hex,
Create peace that way,
Freedom for Earth one day,
That's what I would change,
Ban all bombs from our range,
Girls, peace is allowed,
Noble Jung be proud!
Strike!
The bright light goes,
- and then silence.
Strike!
My heart quickens,
Then silence
- a lull in the storm.
The rain patters,
The sheep baaa,
and all almost seems well…
Strike!
My heart rate quickens.
Strike!
Memories of sheet lightening across the sky!
Strike! -fear!
Strike! -shame!
Strike! -loss!
Strike!
Uardian to us
Don't point; those two fingers now'
Signed your deeds, away..'
A lurching west
Peace before the sidings
Axis U N-powered
The whistle goes and the crowd roars,
I hope that my team is the first to score.
Everyone has a song to sing,
As the ball flashes past to our man on the wing.
How can the players run so fast,
Adn to keep on running until the last.
From a throw in you can almost touch your favourite,
But he is concetrating and won't notice even a little bit.
Then the number 10 steals a yard,
He strikes the ball so sweet and so hard,
Right into the top corner where you can see the net ripple.
There's a sudden pause then the crowd all cheer, the players hug and they go flying by,
The emotions so strong I have seen grown men cry!
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