Its ob-scene yet not ob-scure.' Quite clear
The people must exerscise de'jure.' there
Were buisness officers sent armed to the
Teeth..Entailed unto your deadly grief.'
Just before the court action, Dezi was looking for truth and action.' Dingo dan though planned to thwart being beside it TWOT leader he'd have had to decide it would be great if an offence could be pinned on Freeman, the case would never
Be tried..Now goons are expendable.' And
If one perhaps were killed, he could say good riddance 'to that free-man' and old
danny boy could ridel.! That would only leave that car crash.? Yet he was good by
Thunder..The slipperiest snake that ever had slithered around
This land (Down under)
Handicapped by charades,
A cacophony of voices
Comes from the real owners of the world
Who gather, roar, and whisper in a coven.
Wolly bat and tongie dog
Adorned with black wrappers
Teeth smeared with mysterious mixture
As they shape-shift with various forms inside
Even when persuaded,
Their words hold final sway.
Night is their realm,
Flying on bat-like wings
To summon ice and hailstorms.
They wield the power to manifest
In multiple, mysterious ways.
For background checks,
Elédumaré holds the power to thwart.
I hail thee…
Yet, all adoration belongs to God.
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Anne* Frank's earthly life, coldly cut short,
yet, in our hearts and minds, she always lives,
as, it seems, her spirit no one could thwart,
nor the humanity her message gives.
Sorry if I misrepresent the words
that emerged from her brave and precious pen.
I note it was not her who spoke of herds,
and said, with conviction, "never again".
Yet, I know it was this young girl who said,
the grownup world, her lesson, to impart,
speaking to our shared conscience as we read,
when she opined, "people are good at heart."
I wonder what this special girl would say
to young Palestinian girls today.
* Anne, as I understand, is pronounced with two syllables.
The baby sat joyfully on her lap
The mother on his tender thighs did tap
It tickled the boy to laugh and laugh
He was just one and a half
Both invariably enjoyed that sport
No one came in between their fun to abort
The baby had such fairy grace
Kiss after kiss she planted on his face
The blissful pair looked ever so cute
Who on earth can their oneness thwart?
The Titan
They say he is a callous narcissist, all great men in our civilizations were self-focused it is what made them hated by some and loved by others We are confronted with a person who only appears when history demands a change, who thinks the impossible can come through
People ask, is he evil or a demi-god? No, he is a man whose vision stretches into the future and beyond, while we think of what’s for lunch
The problem is he burns the candle at both ends should he burn out and disappear, he will leave us the power to think practically, but also to dream, which is the tool for the development of mankind, to the point, that we too can become masters of our destiny
His enemies are many they will try to thwart his moves, even try the law, to imprison him, send him to an island to silence him, or perhaps have
him silenced by a paid assassin's marksman ship They say he is rich like that was a sin his wealth is abstract as he uses his money for the good of us, money is a tool to reach his goals, that’s we the people who see his foresight must be vigilant and let him work his magic
Sandy sat staring down at the cracked photoed frame. Two little smiling princesses playing in the mud. She loves traveling in her dreams, imagining glowing and bickering in Juane's sweet sweet nectar as in the framed photo.
But the hornet came buzzing, bringing forth a reality of pain She knows not if Juane was more of a lime or a bitter leaf With a scorching desire to thwart her lustres and thwack her wounds while she sang a song of purity on the streets. Confusing all with her orange scent and ravishing strides.
How Sandy wished to travel once more
Where Juane could never pierce a dart to her heart, Where she could once again be a smiling princess together with her beloved SISTER Juane.
Art’s going bananas well nigh--
Apple still of many an eye
And an object of art
Winning no mean a heart,
Why a banana taped for millions vie--
A fruit best in ape’s hand,
In lewd limerick’s land,
Is out today all logic to defy.
Food has long been an art,
Art as food my sense thwart,
Why I hear Ecuador’s desperate sigh.
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Happenings |18.11.2024|humour, art
Poet’s note: Banana has the art world in a tizzy. Maurizio Catalan’s work, Comedian (a single banana taped to wall) has sold for over six million dollars at Sotheby’s auction. The same thing, when put up at Art Basel Miami Beach in 2019, had left people in shock. But don’t we live in a topsy-turvy world? Ecuador is the biggest exporter of bananas in the world.
The country spoke in numbers strong
rejecting notions, we knew were wrong.
Porous borders against our laws,
defund police, those thoughts are flawed.
In regards to the letters,
DEI and CRT
return to the alphabet
where you should be.
Retail theft, okay with them
no consequence, they steal again.
Gender care or mutilate,
once its done, it's too late!
Men compete in women's sports,
dashing hopes and wins they thwart.
To all of those who've broken in
the time has come, deports begin.
So common sense
once more shall reign,
as America returns
to great again!
Who the heck was a supporter
of this brain-dead Katie Porter?
Seems her daughter’s mind was tortured:
she asked, if raped, who’ll escort her
to a neighborhood aborter
now that Trump can surely thwart her?
Porter should receive no quarter;
It's quite clear it would comport for
Californians to report her.
It draws near to God
In union with believers
In union with His truth
Owning His promises
Of things yet future
Happening as He said
Its use is rewarded
Giving proper viewpoint
Knowledge and insight
Revealing His will
Creating a closer walk
The key to pleasing God
Looking to inherit
His future deliverance
With a stark naked oath
Never turning back
Never abandoning hope
Which death cannot thwart
Shuns "Pharaoh's command"
Accepting present peril
To fulfill God's will
Enduring unto death
God's guide to the other side
Walks with the Faithful
Its irony is holding on
To what flesh rejects
A crutch for the foolish
Relying on mere hearsay
Until God's contest comes
Then faith in Him is clutch
I so admire Sonia*;
She brings honor to the Court,
Especially when rules of law
Her colleagues try to thwart.
In a blistering dissent, she wrote
This ruling now will bring
So much power to a president,
He might as well be king.
Since the founding of our country,
No one’s been above the law,
Yet 6 justices decided
A new plan they’d like to draw.
Sonia “fears for our democracy,”
She said in her dissent
And for 29 sharp pages,
She explained just what she meant.
Oh, I’m fearful for the future
When a candidate and Court
Can take well-established rules and facts
And twist them to distort.
*Sonia Sotomayor, a Supreme Court justice
Voices rush towards me all at once,
Which I've been contemplating about since months.
It's the frozen heart of mine,
Which stops the other half of me from being kind.
Personality clashes at its peak,
There's no place left for being weak.
It's the constant self doubt wrapping around me,
I'm not good enough which even everyone else can see.
No blazing fire can melt this heart,
I was the reason for my own thwart.
I've really came a long way with no point of return,
Which is worth glorifying my burns.
For once, I wanna feel the way I used to do,
And wanna fancy my life without having to search for clues.
The way my personalities take drastic turns,
Tells that I'm a flower which gives scars in return
The embodiment of the unique existence,
life is the construct of transient elements,
that align in the plethora of perishable patterns
within the mundane entity of body-mind duality.
Beneath the surface of opaque discernment,
mortal being builds the fragile framework of ego
on the denuded domain of brittle awareness,
that persists to thwart the flow of congeniality.
Deflected from the course of the divine compass,
I’m sucked into the whirlpool of self-centric storm,
that carries me on the course of the insightful flight
in the enlightened sky of astute consciousness.
Divinely designed being floats on concord cadence,
composing in all hearts the cosmic concert of love.
By one common harmonic cord we are all bound,
in one heavenly harp resonates the prime music of life.
Understanding now the true purpose of existence,
I wish I had traveled long ago on adoration pathway
to the consecrated spiritual sanctum of consciousness
to merge with the essence of the self-discerning souls.
Its rain and rain; and rain again..'
But are those politicans ready?
To thwart or stall? this great downfall'
Cause for weeks its been coming steady!
How we need a crew that will take issue
As with a plan-demic we knew
Proclaiming, one..' Raindrop (is one too many!)
Amor Mio respect the ethos of my heart
honor the flowers that I grow in full bloom
Like violets from Napoleon Bonaparte
I'm your Josephine, go tender to exhume
Amor Mio taste and be heart of my heart
let the dew drops fall afresh on April blooms
See the purple petals turn to deep-dish swart
violaceous hues of me you just can't thwart!
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