The chicks around here are really
Tough and mean
So mean they'd spit in your eye
Steal a babbies ice cream
And make them cry
Dressed in leathers
Riding their noisy roaring motorcycles
At speed
Terrorising the neighbourhood
With their wicked deeds
Their birds of a feather
Rebels without a cause
That stick together
Lock all your windows
And lock all your doors
People run for their lives
The outlaws frighten people all the time
I daren't tell you
What they did to my friend
It was really bad
And really sad
They may only be a mere few inches tall
And should be kept in a pen
So says their mother
Hen
Peter Dome©2024
What is after speed of light is it darkness
At the very edge of our known universe
Reaching beyond our human endurance
Please we want to take you to our leader
Facing a choice to return back to earth
Aliens came in peace but beat a retreat
Cause they couldn't understand humans
Terrorising each other because of greed
Oh the joy keeping to where they belong
Remember to watch your step being bold
When Filey's rebel rousing rats,
Were terrorising local cats,
Who would not engage in rodent wars
Refusing even, to go outdoors.
No match for rats, that scavenge scraps,
Instead they sat on old maids laps.
While alley cats who acted tough,
Those rabid rats ignored their bluff.
Until George Burton's name, became folklore
When he destroyed those vermin, by the score.
And with his most aggressive stance,
Those rodents simply, never had a chance.
Then he would say, when quite certain.
Another one's down, it's gone for a Burton.
1/ 10/ 2022.
This is a rather whimsical tribute to the pest controller
George Burton. Who helped the town of Filey North Yorkshire
to maintain health and safety. As a request from his granddaughter.
Boo
I could draft a ballad
about how you’re my new muse.
How, if I need inspiration,
I have, and will never lose
how you make me feel creative
whilst singing lullabies.
Though I could convince you,
sometimes it would be a lie.
I could pen a poem
about how you puke on me.
How, through anxious perspiration,
you sap all my energy.
How I long for a sedative
whilst rocking you to sleep.
I could draw that picture
but it wouldn’t be complete.
Oh, I could write a story
about your duality.
How, charming or terrorising,
you hold a monopoly
over my fortunes, reactive:
You command my heart and head.
I could record it all,
but instead I’m off to bed.
Clattering coins
forcefully flung
inside a fragmented glass jar,
doleful howls full of misery, woe
nocturnal creatures arise,
rapid rotations,
continual tornados
tedious echos beneath
a derelict railway tunnel,
nefarious lightning
strikes the thunder,
rolling immensely enraged
she roars fighter jets in fury,
disturbed bees, swarming their hive
stalking, terrorising, pestering
a solo stone plunges
down a bottomless well,
belligerent twangs
upon a jilted ukulele,
these were her hunger pangs,
which fed her insomnia at night.
I'm so tired to speak,
so words remain asleep
it's a suicide of speech.
There is so much to say.
I fight silent soldiers of suppression -
terrorising like hisses from snakes.
Fragile expressions become
a potpourri of poisoned petals -
melting like snow hit by sunshine
it's a suicide of speech.
Another battle lost to your
wicked war of words.
Or is it the mind overthinking?
No immunisation for ignorance,
when you only see a machine without heart.
I'm mute like dripping blood
it's a suicide of speech.
Concealing truth under sorrow's veil,
so they only see my misleading smile -
they can never kill that.
After all I'm too tired to speak,
so let my words sleep
it's a suicide of speech.
Simple Musing
Silent One
29 February 2020
HALLOWEEN NIGHTMARE
A cracked crystal light,
ignites visions of the night.
Losing your dimension,
begins a nightmare detention.
A hologram ride,
where fears cannot hide,
theatres of terrorising thoughts,
the kind, closing eyes blind,
of a demented psychotic mind.
Faces of horror, now seen,
smeared across a slimy screen,
only you hearing the scream,
of this terrifying darkest dream,
with evil echoes of laughter,
thundering mentally louder.
Totally in a trance,
like some zombie stance,
hypnotized, mesmerized, fantasized, desensitized.
A mask of insanity,
upon your door of destiny,
to dare you deeper, in this nightmare venture.
Smashed are all signs and ways,
entering a smokey mirror maze,
a feeling of danger and dismay,
trapped with no exit way.
Seeing an illusionary shape,
simulating a silhouette shadow,
signalling your fate to escape.
A neonic storm, light stars in sight.
Angels stave and save,
from you becoming a demon's slave.
Reality returning,
as night reveals morning,
shivering and shaking,
suddenly awakening.
No longer there,
is this Halloween nightmare
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It can kill, or it can chill, at best can thrill,
the darkness of the night your choosing.
Pitch black, clouded over deserts nights,
nigh freezing, the darkness of the sands.
Arctic, Antartica, nigh six months of darkness,
illuminated north and south by Aurora,
a night time extravaganza a nighttime thrill.
East winds break the silence of darkness,
their arias, sopranos, tenors, bass, racket makers,
terrorising, as thunder drums, lightning flashes!
their chilling orchestra enhances their endeavour
to freeze the soul, hearts stop beating, chilling!
The aria of darkness rolling across oceans,
heed not you jolly Jack Tars, heed not!
The sirens of the deep in darkness do not sleep,
they cloud your thinking, your ship? Sinking!
Their arias will guide you to that perpetual slumber!
Heed not their arias of the darkness, tis how they hunt!
Opera soloist arias from their lips, a thrill!
The only ones that will see you home
through the darkness of the night.
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Aria of darkness WAS going to be entered in Laura Loo's contest. got carried away!
Happy Halloween everyone
??"Trick or Treat"??
Zombie pirates,
Ghoulish ghouls,
Slimy monsters,
Oozing drool.
Floating ghosts,
Warty witches,
Frankenstein,
Covered in stitches.
Bandaged mummies,
Dracula's bride,
Hairy werewolves,
Slicing your insides.
Possessed dolls,
Ugly scarecrows,
Thirsty vampires,
Slurping up blood flow.
Red devils,
Scary clowns,
Possessed princesses,
Terrorising the town.
The grim reaper,
Evil cats,
Scary Mary,
Oh I, Love all that.
Tonight's the night,
For "Trick or Treat",
Kids of all ages,
Eating too many sweets.
Growing up in a rundown estate
Statistics Predict the youths fate
Gathering in crowds, loitering with intent
Terrorising the weak there days are spent
Subject to verbal and physical abuse
Victims of the crowds drug misuse
They never let up, always a problem
Local authorities fail to solve them
acting out as they've been neglected
Wanting to be seen, heard and respected
They all have a past, story to hide
looking for support, someone to confide
Let down by society, branded as vermin
In an environment where there constantly learning
As I sat in quondam agony and anguish,
The inimical air stales through my nose.
A teary, terrorising sting like a potent radish,
So envious of shared beds and emotions volubly composed.
Weakened by haste I screamed in ignominity,
Unaware of these eyes of judgement swelling my wounds.
I pushed away the triffid times. Silently. Cautiously.
On my knees i begged for repletion in ruins.
I stood up with broader clarity yet ponderous,
Awaiting the moments of interregnum once 'He' was king,
Looked up to the persed skies on edge with sights so wonderlous,
Trying to share such cogent details to you in the interim.
A Wraith. Such shock and surprise, I ought to follow.
So suddenly, the despair secretes out of my soul.
Confabulating the past while smiles start to nourish what used to be hollow.
Thankful I avoided the burking. Blandish with touch, sprouting to be whole.
Mine is a road that has no definite ends
Mine is the truth that always bends
Mine is that terrorising expectation that transcends
Mine is the unspeakable news that every sign portends
Mine is a sun that shall not shine bright
Mine is a group of stars but yet no light
Mine is the hurtful feelings that all shall incite
Mine are the flames of chaos that shall ignite
Mine is the sorrows, the horrors and the pain
Mine is the pandemonium your tomorrows will not contain
Mine is the evil from which I shall not abstain
Mine is the iniquity that will be instigated with might and main
Mine is all the damage that cannot be undone
Mine is the intensity that shall exceed that of a scorching sun
Mine is the moment that shall and WILL be the only one
Mine is the one left after all is said and done
Mine shall extend from the setting of the day through the break of dawn
Mine is the disquieting atmosphere that your violence shall spawn
Mine is your innocence that the fury of my conflict shall descend upon
Mine will be done over and over and over again until I am gone
When the mind rebels at the thought of death,
The heart throbs and the body shudders;
With unknown depths of terrorising fear
Can life hold joys when death lurks around?
Life is the sensation we all have felt,
Love the pinnacle I may not climb.
Shall Aphrodite, grovel in human storms;
Or let the string slip without some thought.
Though I face death I long for life,
Will life last long, when death is so near;
For life is love, and tender thoughts
And death the end of that, I love.
To UN gathering in Newyork, 2005.
(This Poem is dedicated to Dalit human rights
Caste violence: Wednesday, August 31, 2005 (Gohana):
60 Dalit houses burnt down in Gohana, Haryana, India.)
Do you know why matters are pending?
Is nobody has interest to touch them?
Actually a person deals with a matter,
Why does he need it for a benefit?
Who cares about justice?
Thousands files are hiding cases,
They demand to proceed for justice,
Are the concerned people not aware it?
Terrorism is high spotted agenda today,
Poor Dalits are suffering over the centuries,
Their human rights and a terrorising class,
Is still a hiding case as benefit seekers deal?
Are they made options only for Muslims?
They feel their activities are terrorising,
But when they shall feel about Hindu terrorists,
Who burns Dalits houses and rapes them.
Today world’s unanimously adopting,
Why is it on terrorism only for Muslims?
Who shall speak for Dalit human rights?
Why is world blind for Hindu terrorists?