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Miracle Man
November 9, 2023
Often my neighbor needs a little reproving,
“He’s always lying if his lips are moving”.
When he gives me news I consider the source,
this guy is “windier than a corn fed horse”
He doesn’t always like what I have to say
and quickly replies ”every dog has his day.”
Sometimes what I say induces his growls,
But I don’t worry, “a hit dog always howls.”
He’s been this way since he was half grown,
I once heard it said “he lies like a tombstone”.
He said I’m handier “Than hip pockets on a hog,”
and last year “His trees we’re bribing his dog”.
He’s such a liar “he’d beat you senseless,
and tell God you fell off a horse”
A Bright Sunday morning,
Brooded up with melancholic sparrows,
Dull and dusted eyes,
Drowning dread for destiny,
Captivating cameras on side,
Clowns of artistic caterpillars,
Madness of molten mind,
Mavericks turned to money mongers,
Trust transformed as bribing cash,
Temperament to toil itself,
Likewise,
Another century flowing forth,
An another life time.
A Bright Sunday morning,
Brooded up with melancholic sparrows,
Dull and dusted eyes,
Drowning dread for destiny,
Captivating cameras on side,
Clowns of artistic caterpillars,
Madness of molten mind,
Mavericks turned to money mongers,
Trust transformed as bribing cash,
Temperament to toil itself,
Likewise,
Another century flowing forth,
An another life time.
Where does one find True Extinction
Long gone into sad extinction?
Know I some doubly soiled magistrates
Clean for their mansions with balustrades,
A wife-beater philanthropist
Who would not pay for bandaged wrist,
A lauded sharp shooter commando
Who fired and missed stalked Fernando
And doctor who called colleague 'Dummy'
But swab forgot in patient's tummy...
And it's second missionary journey
Prompting a bribing of Attorney.
Subjects can their Bad Kings banish:
Their Lords that image tarnish
By being decisive and mannish
While proving them a clannish
After bribing schnapps of the Danish
And deceiving wine the Spanish!
Subjects must the details furnish
Of the wrongs by Monarchs to banish
And if they wish some garnish
Or the entire narrative varnish!
Subjects should Terrible Kings punish
Their faults ceases to burnish
Their eulogy for The–Without–Blemish.
Ooh good at last
Feel that flame
Licking at its heels
Coming into crystal
And a morning cry
Then to slumber inward
For the day arise
Taking arms all
Walking into walls
Vowing no more bribing
And a midnight fall
Into deep blue slumber
Into greying dawn
Into days of darkness
After all is calm
Weary waiting wanting
All forever be
Even in the darkest
Of his midnight sea
Toss the coins asunder
Over till and wake
Counting in his slumber
How much more to take
*Image of Inscriptive Elements by Pixabay.
Plain Truth: Christmas
HARK, a majestic consequence proves itself,
bribing through a period that steads neath calendrical overcast skies.
Nowadays, the calamity of Christmas,
where the whole of Japan celebrates,
yet one percent of Japanese observe the Christian faith.
THUS, is the way of other faith followers, seemingly,
celebrating Christmas in some sort of way, shape, or form.
Twas, naught the climate that animates the Christmas ambiance,
though numbers may dissent,
otherwise, amidst such a sentiment.
ALAS, a fertile carpet neath a well-lit Christmas tree that is burrowed,
and richly rooted amongst enwrapped gifts.
Fragmented o'er time, delusional reasons immersed in grand splendor,
and naught be the event of long ago.
HEED, our fabled times a-changing,
toward a materialistic realm,
motivates giving and receiving as we trade in our faith at a cost.
TRUTH, faithful quantities have dwindled,
and beliefs momentarily fluctuate,
during the Christmas time of year.
2020 November 28
*1st Place*
A BRIAN STRAND Libre Vers
~~Brian Strand: Judged 2022 March 11
Drugs
I never showed my dogs any tricks that appear to please
people I grew from a puppy to an adult, mind I sometimes
patted her and she had the habit of using my feet as a pillow
when I was watching TV. when she got older, she got a bit
grumpy when I moved my feet.
Today I watched how they killed Pablo Escobar, a drug trader
a murderous gangster, all his costumers, live in the USA.
As usual in this cases, someone else took over and it will
continue and this how capitalism work.
there is a hallowed family selling opium in large scale they
by bribing doctors to push this wonder medicine that
that made people addicted, well opium is addictive whatever
name you to put on the label.
this family still flogs their wonder pills I will not use the name
but they have killed more people than Escobar.
Leaving nothing to his children but cowardly shame,
his back turned toward the light
His memory the captor of a traitorous scheme,
capitulating through the fight
His legacy broken, his endowment recalled,
his reputation scorched and burned
Offering to the Devil his original sin
—with redemption twice suborned
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2020)
Bribe is a crime in all regions and religions.
Both hands up and down in transit of bribe in dirt
and unclean.Bribing is to get done or to not to do
something violating someone’s right.No wait fight
against this in all might!
Mangy-Monkey;
Gum thief.
Raggle-taggle,
Tail-waggle;
Bone-breath.
Gaggling geese,
Webbed feet;
Penny-anney,
Corn-candy.
Snakes-alive,
About five;
Or six,
Playing tricks.
Babbling brook,
Nearby nooks
And crannies;
Harboring teeth.
Fighting bribing,
Monkey-see,
Monkey-do.
Fickle-furred,
Out-turned
Waddle-feet,
Bearing bird.
Roaring-money,
Never tamed;
Hungry for
Avian-brain.
Itchy-scratchy,
Eggy-hatchey;
Teeny-tiny,
Shells cracking.
Tourists gawking,
Feathered-squawking;
Metallic-clanging,
Cage doors.
All this,
Attended quick;
When hungry
Bellies roar.
RAIN FALLING
Jealous, i am against a nature
for it spends more time with my lover.
when it comes, it touches all parts of my lover
that i am yet to touch.
Greedy, stingy and a thief.
It start with a wind, its twin,
which gripes through my lover's cloth
hugging million of times, feeling her breast
feeling her hair, kissing her lips.
Greedy, stingy and a thief.
When falling, it sends its voice as thunder
talking to my lover
deceiving her to lose my voice within her hearing
talking to her with deep and loud voice
Greedy, stingy and a thief.
I sued you, nature to court
you bribed the judges
by falling and touching their bodies,
breast, and .
I lost my case
Greedy, stingy and a thief,
you gay and lesbian
bribing both the gentlemen
and gentlemen in skirt
at the bench.
I beseech you as nature
look for another lover in the universe
but not mine
Fall in North, for there, they lack your presence
and they pray for your arrival
fall in the desert
for there they lack your presence
and they pray for your arrival
as a king, saviour and Lord.
We had been bribing good,
as long as we could
Fooling everyone,
under the sun
Rich and poor alike we treated,
didn't care who we cheated
We were robbing under the hood,
cause the money was so good
Norms we dared flout,
when we had the clout
Alas, now we are caught,
what to say we know not
For no amount of spin,
can cover our sin
Please don't wish us dead,
just because we gave back some lead
Who we are, you may have guessed by now
for those not in the know
Folksdragon.
Dust Auto.
Singing and drinking, with little or no thinking,
Cheating and mocking, with little or no care,
Exciting and deciding, with little or no storming,
It’s a political campaign season, it will be after five, to have it again.
Bribing and buying the voters, who cares who wins?
Corrupting and misleading, the hearts of the choosers,
The job of the candidates, who cares where they loot the cash?
It’s a political campaign season, it will be after five, to have it again.
Gifting and giving, freely from the “heart,”
Who even cares, whether it’s from the heart?
Decorative and luring speeches, paint the media skies,
It’s a political campaign season, it will be after five, to have it again.
And when the voting is done, the season is gone,
The frenzy is gone, we get back to pointing fingers,
To each other’s choices, again for the next five years,
And the cycle goes on, when shall we learn?
THE NEW YEAR’S RESOLUTIONS
This year I will Not!
I won’t shed tears no more
Over spilt, spoilt and splattered milk
Trying to win you back
All those years wasted
On a painful, mind numbing love
This year I will Not!
Pray foul prayers for you
Begging, bribing and beseeching
Hoping you will drop dead
In the arms of them ladies
That steal you away from me.
This year I will Not!
Stay awake many hours
Recanting, regretting and regressing
Why, oh! Why me!
Trying to retrace my steps
A hopeless life, a wasted soul
This year I will Not!
Try to hide all these scars
Scratching, slapping even slicing
Recreating my torn skin
Behind the facade of make-up
Make overs and make believe.
This year I will Not!
‘Cause you my dear are no more
Your death, deceasement and departure
Is my sudden re-awakening
Here in the silence of my cell
Fifteen years for manslaughter.
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