A sudden crash awakens the night.
Thundering boots stomp,
heightening fear.
Little spots of light dart across the room. A half-naked man, bewildered and angry,
a wall of blue invaders violated his castle.
Pinned to his bed, with a truncheon to his throat,
he hears a woman's hysterical pleas for mercy,
unaware of their crimes.
A singular figure stands tall, self-righteous,
demanding their passports in an authoritative voice.
" Are you married to this woman?"
" Are you a permanent resident?"
These are the questions asked by the invaders.
If this sounds familiar, you would be wrong,
New Zealand in the 60s. One of her proudest moments?
Once dubbed the land of milk and honey of the Pacific,
inviting her poorer cousins to part-take in her fortune.
Then she ridiculed and scorned her guests,
labeled overstayers by her gracious host,
with the blessings of her white populace.
My fellow countrymen do not wish to be reminded of such events.
In this land of milk and honey, covered in sheep dip.
It is good to remember, in case we forget and repeat,
Lest we forget the lessons of our past.
Categories:
truncheon, abuse, betrayal, conflict, confusion,
Form: Free verse
In your presence, I rode an emotional roller coaster.
A wild journey through peaks and valleys, no poster.
From dizzying heights to the depths of a dungeon.
You stir my soul, unraveling emotions, no truncheon.
My defenses crumble. Humility takes the throne.
As the guarded walls fall, vulnerability begins to grow.
My soul sponge, you could absorb both joy and strife.
A paradoxical addiction—the essence of life.
So here I am, in this loveless mess.
A captive willingly submitted.
As sanity and reason gradually diminish.
My emotional compass spins without prediction.
Being in love with you—an exquisite affliction.
The heart’s escapades are wild and uncontrollable
Possessiveness, jealousy, fear of rejection
False evidence, a delusion, complete fiction.
I sacrificed everything, now my life takes precedence.
Involuntary passion is beyond consolation.
Goodbye, codependence; hello independence.
You love me, then leave me alone,
Loving you is not good for me,
it’s recklessly wrong.
It’s trouble.
Categories:
truncheon, farewell, goodbye, heartbroken, mystery,
Form: Rhyme
Roused by a rude jolt
I start up from my half-slumber.
Utterly clueless I move about
clinging to my pet delusions
in complete darkness of my past
coming after me swinging a truncheon…
I vaguely hear screams and yells
hurled at me some time before
echoing in my memory’s vault
as from a distant past.
But yesterday seemed like a bowl of cheesecake
the food of love served on a gold plate;
but today my startled eyes flit over
milestones giving way to milestones…
Life is a squeezed rubber ball
that retrieves its shape before rolling on.
Categories:
truncheon, change, endurance, hope, life,
Form: Free verse
Only Last week with his Holy Bible,
I had to challenge Sam’s loaded pistol,
The whole spectacle indescribable
Thoughts of “Who did in him new thoughts instill?
This could yield cops’ visit and his arrest
Some dark cell his new place of ordered rest
If with it Sam appeared in a luncheon
He would not escape the first truncheon…
Now, I judge him Maverick Champion
With his loaded shot gun A Scorpion,
Though, his being with it might be protective,
To be snooping around him Detective
With possible orders to make shameful
What The Anxious User had thought gainful.
Categories:
truncheon, absence, anxiety, death, evil,
Form: Rhyme
A copper went home for his luncheon
His I-Maid had something to munch on
A button she’d got
Meant he got it hot
And then she speed polished his truncheon
Categories:
truncheon, humorous, technology,
Form: Limerick
The hophead at the
Music festival next to me
Yells out the instruction
"Everybody shrink!"
The lead singer holds parallel
To the audience an elongated
Truncheon with a dishwashing
Glove on the end of it
A manakin dummy is tossed
Into the congregation and
It crowdsurfs it's way back
Tossed out the exit
'Insistent savagery'
The 1956 edition
Of Encyclopaedia Britannica
Describes rock 'n' roll
Seagull Screaming Kiss Her Kiss Her
Mass of the Fermenting Dregs
Abingdon Boys School
North Korea Loves John Kerry
Cutlery
The Bad Swedes
Deathwasps Stinging My Brain
I Am the Hottest Part of Hell
It's exhausting picking
A band name
Categories:
truncheon, humor, humorous,
Form: Free verse
I dunno who decided that cheese should have resided
With bits of pineapple upon a stick
I’d have hit him with a truncheon when he said a pickled onion
Would top it off: I fear he was quite sick
But here I stand with Marty, at this arty farty party
He’s eyeing up a new potential date
In truth, she’s bloody pretty, but, blimey, it’s a pity
Pineapple, cheese and onion on her plate
When a kiss tastes of cheese, it ain’t gonna please
And onion breath means instant death
To hopes of romance at the valentine’s dance
And yet she says Hi, my names Beth
They head for the floor where they do little more
Than latch onto each other’s face
So I stand here jealous, was I over zealous
When I chose to have the fish paste
My dad’s dancing dirty, the girl’s about thirty
Looks like they’re gonna be smooching till late
I check out their table as best as I am able
Onion, pineapple and cheese on her plate
So it seems that a party snack, pungent or squiffy
Does not preclude romance from you
If it stinks like cow splatter, it just doesn’t matter
So long as you’ve eaten It too
24 December 2020
Contest: Party Folk
Sponsor: Julia Ward
Categories:
truncheon, food, humorous, jealousy,
Form: Rhyme
Two policemen at a luncheon
Both men wearing a truncheon
When a youth started a fight
The policemen struck the boy with might
All done without compunction
Categories:
truncheon, 10th grade,
Form: Limerick
Dad has ordered a new shed,
he'll site it in the shade
replacing the one put out by
the local Fire Brigade.
The wheelie bin is full of food
almost a three course luncheon
with sausages as black as coal
and harder than a truncheon.
Home made sauce clings to the sides
like toffee, not that viscous,
and burgers that could be re-used
on sports days as a discus.
Mummy's apron, holed and scorched,
no whiskers on the cat,
bare lawn where flames extinguished with
the neighbour's cricket bat.
“Will there be another one next time?
we'll have to wait and see”
says Dad as he goes to fetch Mum
from outside A&E.
His frizzled locks like coiled springs,
he will not need his comb,
but never mind, the family sings-
“she's coming home
she's coming home
she's coming,
Mummy's coming home....”
(* A&E- Hospital accident and emergency department in the UK)
Categories:
truncheon, football, humor,
Form: Rhyme
Creamy, salty and rich,
My father he did mutter,
He took a bite, Crunch,
As mother started to stutter,
God knows WH WH why you love it so,
After all its only butter,
Well he said there was a copper,
His wife loved it to,
Yet he couldn't stop her,
So he pulled out his truncheon,
Which was quite large,
And shouted no not butter eat Marge,
Well it ended in tears almost divorce,
Five years on,
He's eating butter of course,
Categories:
truncheon, food,
Form: Verse
=Dawn Raids
A sudden crash awakens the night
The stomping of thundering boots only to serve to heighten fears
Little spot lights are darting across the room
Half naked man bewildered and angry
His castle has been violated by a wall of blue invaders
His is pinned to his bed with a truncheon at his throat
The hysterical women is pleading for mercy
Unaware of their crimes
A singular figure upright and self-righteous
In a authoritative voice demands for their passport
“Are you married to this woman?”
“Are you a permanent resident?”
These are the questions being asked by other invaders
If this sounds eerily familiar, you would be wrong
New Zealand in the 60s, one of her proudest moments
Once dubbed the land of milk and honey of the pacific
Inviting her brown cousin to part-take in her fortune
Then she ridiculed and scorned her guest
Labelled over-stayers by her gracious guest
With the blessing of the populace white
My fellow countrymen do not wish to be reminded of such events
In this land of milk and honey covered in sheep dip
It is good to remember in case we forget and repeat.
Lest we Forget=
Categories:
truncheon, political, cousin,
Form: I do not know?
In Iran they march
"Where" they ask "is my vote gone?"
Answered by truncheon
God, Allah, they call
In His name, holy, oppress
Gods weakest children
Other news shall show
Western television screens
But we wont forget
Hundreds dead now
We only know one name, one face
A prayer for them say
Categories:
truncheon, computer-internet, education, history, hope,
Form: Haiku