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Thats all Folks


After repeat defeats were strewn

The timing was most opportune

Started on an afternoon in June

Bazball did enthrall was a boon


Love new plans fans did croon

Bliss soaring sixes above festoon

Adoring this scoring monsoon

At the gall all pundits did swoon

 
Can’t impugn change of fortune

Batting assault & new era hewn

For 2 years were over the moon

Luxuriating in the Bazball lagoon


Magical mystical & mythical rune

Could stop Tests from dying soon

Harbinger of gunslinger’s saloon

Save cricket from its silver spoon


From results the cult couldn’t cocoon

Faults and default style won’t prune

Want to party like they’re in Cancun

Down under plunder burst the balloon


Stokes went from typhoon to buffoon

As the ECB and Key he did lampoon

Then Ben again did his team maroon


So it ends like any loony tune cartoon

As high noon for that wee Kiwi racoon

English Test tycoon to white ball goon 

"That’s all folks” Baz’s bull finally spewn

Premium Member bright sparks


show me a zero carbon footprint ~ and i'll point out its shoeless slave

but first we'll need a generator ~ to shed light on his pitch black cave

said an oil tycoon to the cobbler ~ who turns on the lathe for a shave 


By
David Kavanagh

Premium Member silkworm

                                                  What is
        
                                               benevolence?

                                              A poor cocoon
                                    
                                      peels off his fine silk coat

                                        and gifts it to a tycoon

                                               Be graceful.

PLACED :  1 St


Civilization

I’m an Asian
So, I’m civilized!

-Really?

I’m a European; an American white
I’m an Oceania and I’m civilized!

-Really!?

I’m an African
Victim of apartheid
An oppressed black
But, I’m civilized!

-Really!?

I’m a highly educated
Preacher, saint-type motivator 
First-class nation of the continent
Aristocratic; elite business tycoon
Yes, only I’m civilized crown

I’m  a Muslim; a Buddhist; a Hindu;
I’m a Christian, a Jewish, and a civilized true
I believe in God and holy revelation
I’m religious and a harvester of civilization
I’m an ultra-modernist
I’m a hybrid atheist
I’m the super-food of civilized myth!

-Really!?
-Really!?
-Really!?
 
Civilization- sneered trade of cultural stage
Famine of fancy in the definitive heritage
All stand on lame peaceful feet to mislead
And invite you to learn from the ownership
Oh! By this word, all are a funny trader 
everywhere crawling as hidden viper!

©Mahtab Bangalee/Feb'25

Gable

When he left us, he left us too soon.
He starred in 13 episodes of "Tycoon".
It was a day that all of his fans were sure to hate.
Christopher left us at the young age of fifty-eight.
He starred in "The Distracted Preacher" and "The Boy Friend".
Many people were surprised when his life came to an end.
In addition to being an actor, Gable was a ballet dancer.
This talented man lost his life in 1998 because of cancer.
He starred as "Sharaz Jek" when he starred in Doctor Who.
Christopher was a special individual and that's certainly true.


[Dedicated to Christopher Gable (1940-1998) who died on October 23, 1998]

Premium Member Rain

If rain were a creature of shapeless form 
The taxman would tax some of the jets
That he would regard as beyond the norm
But the tax receipt the rain doesn’t get
It’s a conflict of law and water tycoon 
Who irresponsibly floods the land 
This affects the climate on Earth and soon
There’ll be more sea and less of sand 
By hearing this issues, the rain goes “ What?”
“Who do they think they are, judging me?
I’m closing my tabs, so you fools will get hot
Till you kneel and pray for my new jets to see.“


Plastic

It's strewn everywhere, garbage of plastic
bottles floating forever in the sea.
choking and burning, in stench so toxic
homo-sapiens ...how long will you be ?

Fishes flush out dead within plastic trash,
pouring out of pipes, into the river.
species are killed  in million dollar bash,
but their lavish parties, will end never.

This burdened planet will shake us off soon.
Has it not  buzzed the atom bomb alarm?
While grandeaur dreams flourish a rich tycoon,
wrapped in polythene, poor Earth on the harm.

Ocean and all air, have crossed danger line,
Yet plastic hearts...celebrate Valentine.

Precis Writing

The personal life of Sam Grover, a popular talk-show host, turns upside down when he accepts an assignment from a media tycoon.The job plunges him into 
a deadly cat-and-mouse game hiding behind a veneer of glamour, money and power.

Premium Member Iron Man

Which American does not know great Tony Stark?
An industrialist tycoon like strapping shark;
Born with silver spoon in his mouth; noble bequest!
Lived luxurious life one considered blessed...!

Afghan enters his life; like virus in robot; 
Terrorists kidnap him; force him to weapon-plot;
He builds his sly armor; makes his vanish easy;
Plays ploys; Shifts into iron man; tough, yet, frenzy...!

Cocktails and women beauties; Romantic, yet firm;
Juvenile play-boy; yet, strict to mercantile term; 
Not lonely though alone; full of fun and frolic;
Midst accomplishment of tasks, he has his rollick...!

Pushed to misuse his invention of iron-man,
Virtuously he dismantles his harm-filled plan;
Splaying bundle of freedom virtues and vices, 
Tony Stark is an epitome of guises...!


01 July 2022
Captain America's Friends or Foes Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Robert James Liguori

Pain

Pain is art .
The emotions it takes apart.
Pain is the inspiration  
an anemy to happiness but filled with acclimation 

Pain is the thief ,that comes between couples too ,
So is family at the hands of a tycoon .
Pain is fairless ,yet painful.
Pain is lifeless ,and dauntful .
It came in the lives of my fore ones whilst feasting and west ,
Grabbed each by the legs and left them mumbling the worst .
It is what made you sob ,
And yet strong .

Pain has left you and I parentless,
So are the faces you see helpless .
Pain is the enemy ,
The he who comes not knocking ,
While you are the edge of seventh heaven .
He is not scared ,but can surely turn you a Raiven 

I am Me and I'm the poet 
I am the paper ophan 
I am the letters ,bold 
Inspired ,streched up from grieve
And I am the victim of pain

Gas Ping Ii

There once was a wealthy tycoon
Who loved piloting his balloon
In Albuquerque
He rammed a turkey
And landed a wee bit too soon

Pander Slander

An incredibly bad cartoon
Shows the wife beneath a tycoon
Though inopportune
She will see at noon
Solicitor Peter Balloon

Premium Member Color Black and Black Gold

Chuck looks slender and charming 
wearing his black
tux, white silk shirt, black 
tie, black rose boutonnière  on his lapel , 
and polish black
patent leather shoes; 
drives up in his black Cadillac. 

Chuck, a Texas oil tycoon, is a character, 
drinking a glass of Black Crow whiskey. 

Charlene, his foxy lady in black 
dress and sable, diamonds woven in her black
hair, playfully flirting sips champagne. 

Black twilight night emergent rays 
cast twinkling stars through crystal chandeliers.

Cheerlessly, the black raven spies. 

Chaffinch tips it blue-grey cap, 
chirps under the black shadows of the trees. 
 
Black sleek cat with white lighting eyes, 
lurking in the moonlight, sighs. 

Black gold drilling, 
is Chuck’s conversation with his chairman.
As music plays, Charlene dances with  his partner. 


8/25/2021

not for contest
just musing

Premium Member Entitled

Ivory tower dweller; 
born with a silver spoon
in his mouth.
He's used to riding 
the lofty coattails 
of his tycoon father 

Selfish, 
arrogant 
and self-centered, 
he expects people 
in his life to go 
the extra mile to keep 
his life "comfortable"

When they fall short, 
he treats them 
like chopped liver.
He's convinced himself
the world owes him
something.



Date written: 06/04/2021

Money Money Money

Money is a rabid dog
that does not need affection ...
If we throw a bone
farther, farther
it will fetch indefinitely ...
For some money
it's a distant past,
for others it is future ...
money for savings
rides a bicycle ...
money for speculation
at the light speed ...
Money is a ship
manned without pilot
automatic ... needs
operator ...
Money waits and
fosters crises for
snap up capital and
accumulate...
Money has the
maxim: "luxury is right"
for those who have it, naturally ...
Money dresses up as a tycoon
when the business is wasting ...
and banker when the case
is to catch money from others ...
Money is not an instrument,
he is the boss ... the most
well served finer he treats ...
Money is to enrich the rich,
and to impoverish the poor ...
Money when it is called capital.
is a predator of economies ...
society cannot control it
and choking alone ..
He is Robin Hood in reverse:
steals from the poor to
deliver to the rich ...!

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