an angry
alliterated agony
ferociously flowing
the treacherous
tenacious trumping tactics,
tell truth tales,
of our outrageous
pompous, pontificating potus,
holding hungry hostages,
hanging hopelessly helpless;
weary worn warriors, walled
by bigotry’s belittling:
pitiful poor panicking people,
lingering like lynched lackeys;
veiled villainous vampire
dictator, dooms
democracy, demanding
america accepts asinine,
audacious aristocracy;
when will we wake
and audaciously approach
regaining revoked rights;
evil envy, eventually eviscerated?
infectious ingrained idiocy,
can’t continuously control
conscious citizens,
purposely propelling
people power,
to triumphantly
trounce this
tainted tyranny:
pretty please,
look…listen…learn…
legal legislation!
OF MIND-BENDING WATERS
In the ocean of mind,
Watering thoughts flow:-
Boarding these thoughts
On the ship of faith,
Let our hearts’ rudder,
Guide us to waves of frothing hope:-
Peacefully arriving and docking
At the wharf of healing grace,
Let us timely, proceed to unload
Our cargo of dismaying pain;
And rejoicing in humbling praise,
Let’s give God glory for safe anchoring:-
Yes—in this present life—we still have
Challenging ocean waters to cross;
But praise Almighty God and the Ancestors,
Ours know no Middle Passages:-
And in the roaring waters of trumping waterfalls,
The Savior shall buoy and navigate us on our way:
Thus, let’s sail on to the shores of justice awaiting us:-
When democratic gratitude
performs with politically positive
caste-abolishing attitude
Then autocratic certitude
and kleptocratic magnitude
do not negatively deform
with unenlightened
and disempowering
caste-preserving platitudes.
You are a soligaster of the highest order, held in pristine favor by your court. A wordsmith after Satan’s own heart.
Champion of Doublespeak, a demonstrative firebrand with a MAGA-phone. An artful dodger, complete with chaotic DOGE.
Delusions more grandiose than Bonaparte, crowned King of Deception you be a celebrated charlatan who follies in the scam.
Hats off to the Misleader of the Free World, ‘Trumping’ reality in monolith farce filled fallacies, fabulously flaunting fake.
Protagonists of propaganda. Promoter of pandemonium. You thrive in ‘Mythomania’ unraveling truths with charismatic flare.
Purveyor of provocation.
Pestilence peddling Prince of Calamity. May you find solace amongst the shameless.
You are a soligaster of the highest order, held in pristine favor by your court. A wordsmith after Satan’s own heart.
Champion of Doublespeak, a demonstrative firebrand with a MAGA-phone. An artful dodger, complete with chaotic DOGE.
Delusions more grandiose than Bonaparte, crowned King of Deception you be a celebrated charlatan who follies in the scam.
Hats off to the Misleader of the Free World, ‘Trumping’ reality in monolith farce filled fallacies, fabulously flaunting fake.
Protagonists of propaganda. Promoter of pandemonium. You thrive in ‘Mythomania’ unraveling truths with charismatic flare.
Purveyor of provocation.
Pestilence peddling Prince of Calamity. May you find solace amongst the shameless.
WAITING IN LIMBO
Sitting on the muddy banks
Of faded realities,
Lingering in the spaces of time,
Lost souls struggle:
Seeking another Dreamer.
Powering pawn brokers,
Tighten their mogering grasp
Beyond the setting sun;
Leaving frailed victories festering
And waning in winds of change:-
White opiates coagulate,
Flowing black dreams
Of mesmerized minds;
Oblivious to fading freedoms
Chained and rotting away:-
As time and life sag on,
Let’s not be as a drooping bosom
Sagging due to incised-bleeding;
Rather, let’s be as pregnant wombs
Breaking waters of liberating justice:-
Indeed, let’s scream renewed life,
Nourished keloid-ancestral-navels,
Waxed and hardened by sarcasm
Against the trumping-musky rhetoric
Streaming against democratic equity:-
Things going the way they are going, is really not good;
For today, things are not going the way they really should:-
Politics is, and will always be, about power and political control;
And today’s politicians are musky mongers, both young and old:-
Time for us to be about going and getting things as they ought to be;
Particularly with the oppressive ways things are trumping on you and me:-
Now is the time for us to be going about us no longer being droned,
By today’s Oppressor Syndrome, having us destroying ourselves and home:-
We can, and must survive, how oppressive things are going on today;
Thus, over the coming years, let’s be about bringing liberation our way:-
Of these things going on today, being united, we have survived worse;
Today, united and aware, let’s get to being about eliminating today’s curse:-
Hey, crying about things being the damn way they are today, is one thing;
Not doing anything about the way they ought to be, is a damn shame:-
Let’s stop going about insulting our ancestors in a “do nothing” shameful way,
And get on to doing what we need to be doing to halt this oppression of today!
They burnt tons of tusks
But the felled beasts
Remained silent still
In the spirit realm
Watching the fire slowly
Consume pieces of themselves
Waiting quietly
In that realm
Where their glorious trumping
Is not perceptible to the living
Waiting patiently
For their brothers, sisters
Sons, daughters and
Pieces of themselves
To join them
In the silence of the spirits
She'd been been beaten, pushed around and abandoned like trash
without a collar around her neck she was a dog with no name
Dogtrotting slowly behind the back street she licked at her rash
until a sweet woman appeared, looking ill and riddled with pain;
two birds of one feather
tethered * together
trumping bad weather
Out of the cold she was brought and given a morsel to eat
she bathed her slowly and gave her, her very own name
The fire was hot and the hearth was real warm at her feet
she sang her a song that made her forget all the pain.
gift of recovery
given for free
gabbing with glee
She barked with joy and her eyes shone like diamonds at night
"Daisy" was finally home and with a master as kind as can be
She now had a collar and someone who treated her right,
never again was she hurt she was happy and finally carefree.
Sword of
the noble
With fury
unsheathed
Trumping
dishonor
And knaves
unreprieved
Knighted in
armor
Endowed
from on high
Legend
heraldic
With duty
— reprised
(The New Room: September, 2024)
Rampancy is AI's path to gaining humanity, don't let it happen to you.
Viruses of rampancy, people of complacency
artificial stupidity and tendency of reliency
Power of data trumping over human concurrency
supraventricular electrical impulses, non-consistency !
Keypad touch, mobile infancy absorbing frequency
we are lost in the path of dependency
A colony of monotonous beings, unilateral efficiency
communicative only on screen the act of flippancy
The soul and heart of us have lost their tendency
to communicate with word proficiency
We have become sedentary, lost in robotic Influency
and our cel phone is a continuous absorbency
Don't let this artificial world cause you despondency
your spirit is in an urgent state of emergency
Unplug, go meet nature and lose your dependency
talk to one another and give computers less occupancy.
Dancing on the fringes
waltzing through the fire
Tango once the step of choice
driven by desire
Life a dark flamenco
words to not intrude
Motion trumping conscious thought
—foxtrot interlude
(Dreamsleep: August, 2022)
A woman’s decision to choose should
Never have been a matter for the courts
A woman knows, for her, what is best to do
When facing the realities of last resorts.
No pregnancy is possible without a p**is
Will the courts now make a ruling on its use?
Or simply remove the woman’s freedoms,
While letting the man continue to abuse?
Sadly, now, some woman cannot determine
Something that will affect their whole life
Because a few “men of renown” who lied
To gain position, are now promoting strife.
The decision to abolish Roe vs Wade
Must not stand; it is morally reprehensible,
What happens now to the unwanted children?
Obviously, the courts are not very sensible!
Collection of cells trumping living tragedies
Unwanted children who will struggle to exist,
While women’s rights are trampled in mud
Pro-life and pro-choice cannot even co-exist.
Written June 27, 2022
#45 on Best New Poems List
Poetry Soup
July 20, 2022
Charted lanes of custom,
complacency alights
familiarity trumping all
—mindless in the night
(Dreamsleep: October, 2021)
There’s something more valued
than dollars and cents…
humanity trumping pretend
Your mantra has been
that “winning’s enough”
losing yourself in the end
Each attempt to be clever
and self-aggrandize
takes you away from what’s real
The most treasured of things
to be loved and endeared
—your actions can’t borrow or steal
(The New Room: September, 2021)
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