Claims Still Unrhymed
Buried alive
the secrets we keep
Covered over
in memories deep
Waiting for miners
with claims still unrhymed
To assay what’s hidden
— there waiting to find
*****
The Beauty Of Nuance
When man controls
technology
decorum availed
But when
technology controls man
the classless prevail
When machines
do the thinking
with hard drives as boss
The beauty
of nuance
— and subtleness lost
*****
Schematics
Writing a
novel
Is like building
a house
You start with
a blueprint
That guides you
throughout
You raise it
with framing
Then wire
the lines
And coat it
with pigment
To forever
— define
(The New Room: June, 2026)
Ha! Class classless class!
What are they talking about?
New York Epstein class!
Oh naive little actor,
to get into character you must research.
You must explore the motive,
you must understand the history. The story.
You’re too loud and too young to be me.
Make no mistake I can raise my voice,
but I detest classless static and noise.
You barely know me, I keep to myself.
So keep quiet. You bore me.
You’re like the rest. Talking blindly.
Oh walk on character,
you can’t star you don’t know the start.
Assumption is a balloon full of hot air.
Quiet, Your vapor wasn’t even there
in the early chapters.
Please don’t mistake your scrabbly role
it’s not a lead, you’re incidental.
Filler dialogue. That’s okay though,
someone has to say it.
Oh you pliable entertainer
didn’t they ever tell you to READ?!
Every script has its start on paper.
You would be nowhere
if I didn’t put you there.
You’re like the rest. Talking blindly.
So keep quiet. You bore me.
Jealousy is not the portion of the unsuccessful alone;
even the prosperous are consumed with envy.
Jealousy is not the lot of the poor;
even the wealthy are corrupted with spite.
Jealousy is not the flaw of the worldly alone;
even the religious carry it behind sacred veils.
Jealousy is not the preserve of the unlearned;
even the educated are not spared its poison.
Jealousy is not the garment of the uncivilized;
even the well-travelled are ensnared by it still.
If jealousy be the final stage into witchery,
then no wonder even the exalted cast the darkest spells.
The snake and the Rat
Saturday night Deep the light minds of the night flow
In the pines of trees
In tales of make believe
The funk is in the trunk
Given up on a pseudo memory
Takes a woman to make something beautiful
You cant do it Trump
Change my life before life changes it for me
Freedom's prison
Pirates wont go to church
Can't quit euphoria Can't quit dope
Blind to that fight Friends will make you see
Its that look
Gods celestial dreams
My motive vation won't let me sleep
When I see
A dropout valley
The tops on tree
Collapsing spirits
Strap on to me
Soaring over
See where it all begins
Those 3 letters
Mott gives to us
The cat on the hook
The hook on a rat The king of rat
Is Ra with a T
Silly face looking at me
The window peine
Sitting as
An a embodied likened of real
Looking through this classless tease
A window of sleeze
The cat never left
You cant touch me
I am the real deal
The meow cow
Programmed to be nice
Soon to take over the world
Meow
Covid
commiserate, conjugate
circumambulate around the
circumference of the
continent
covertly circulate
in the crevices of
confederates
cramped, crawling,
crooning in the
cavern of
Copulates
we concurred
that the crisis
was going to confabulate
Covid closure
clamped and comorbid
into crass and crumpled
consternates
constipate crush
collapse and confiscate
curious conjugates
carelessly canned
into cisterns of
congenial but classless
contaminate.
i cannot continue
to calculate
the cost of our
confusion.
Written: December 12, 2023, For Shadow Hamilton Contest
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People can only thrive on this wealth scale
With undying faith, we admire our flag
Sullen calm and dearth of prowess prevail.
Just few people groove stanch affluence gale
whilst most all strive tough with null in the bag
People can only thrive on this wealth scale.
We are rivaled with a stern choice trial
A person's rank is viewed by his wealth tag
Sullen calm and dearth of prowess prevail.
Trading rule exceeds all neat deals for sale
Where smash checkers are, indeed, rulers slag
People can only thrive on this wealth scale.
There is a fictive guise dubbed classless tale
Though, our right of recourse has little brag
Sullen calm and dearth of prowess prevail.
With their bogus pledge to clear off our lag
A plush caste is riding blindly as swag
People can only thrive on this wealth scale
Sullen calm and dearth of prowess prevail.
I leave the auction sick, my mettle frayed
A ghost, I fear, in oil clutched near my side
No doubt, a ghost for which I've dearly paid!
How best to next proceed, I must decide
The painting I have bought portrays a man
laid out upon a bed as if he sleeps
A woman stands beside the low divan
Offhand, I'd guess a mistress that he keeps
I recognize the bloke who's laying prone
A classless dog and local alley cat
His past and family folk remain unknown
but those with whom he spoke called him "Merat"
I peer more closely at the racy scene;
Beside Merat, a pool of crimson red
The woman's face is cool, if not serene,
quite out of place, considering the bed!
I take my time in staring at the girl,
and make an observation I can't bear
my hands begin to shake, the air to swirl,
for that's my naked wife who's painted there!
As I trudge home, it's hell that fills my head
and passing by a doorsill with a bin,
I tell myself it's I who will be dead
if I don't shove the dreadful painting in
My mind is blank as I bypass the stairs
and free from fear of my assassin wife,
I steer my thoughts past murder and affairs,
then pull her near and thank her for my life
To them we’re the classless aliens,
we destroy everything they envy;
Toxic leaving scars on the planet;
Rare jewel this ocean filled planet,
it cannot be mined by aliens;
Natural riches leave such envy;
One in a million sparks envy
in eyes not on this regal planet;
A work in progress to aliens;
All aliens envy our planet.
Small a lesson though
But great to remember
The virus will be
Gradually defeated
Vanish sooner or later
And we learn with great sacrifice
Sometimes the world must be
Resemble the virus's behaviour
Classless
No boundaries
Globalised
Regardless of race
No racial discrimination
No rich or poor
And so man learn to share......
Who is teaching us the lesson
The pervasive virus
Our Almighty God
Or the greedy mankind himself......
I wonder
Is Tanka a poem
We the classless
seek no revolution only fairness
we like quality
a well-balanced diet
and cold German lager.
The stinking rich
one assumes they do not bath
can continue to pong
we seek no egalitarianism
only German lager.
Stand up and stand out
Speak up or show out
Witness turned Accomplice
With Silence
Seeking Peace
But met with violence
Will it end will stop
It’s been years maybe not
Marching for centuries
Didn’t deter the deaths or injuries
Of the innocent
Racist malevolence
Prevailed like prejudice
People In high places
Full of hate and envy
Based on races
Time to change this
Systematic racism
Tradition has been tragic
Countless closed caskets
Conservatives won’t admit it
What’s “White Privilege”?
To see real change
takes more than a village
Change has to be global
Like the pandemic
Universal classless
Right to life & liberty
Even if you’re cashless
With no assets
Stand up when there’s doubt
Speak up to reroute
By Great Dae
Tanka like
We the classless
seek no revolution, only fairness.
We like quality
a well- balanced diet
And cold German pilsner.
The stinking rich,
one assumes they do not have bath often,
can continue to pong.
We seek no egalitarianism
but cold German lager
and a comma -less life.
Down on one's luck
Down to my last food stamp
The luck of the draw,
As luck would have it - I have no luck at all!
Don't draw lines in the sand
Draw funny looking mustaches
On the photos of your enemies!
Comb through any and all public trashes
For better chances at finding rarer photographs
To draw even funnier looking mustaches...
...You'd be surprised to find
How quickly the time passes by...
...Protest endlessly
In the unending rain
Bundle up
- Or catch your death, again!
Cheat the odds - One more time!
Share the last laugh
With everyone else, so long as you possibly can!
Radicalize the neighborhood children,
Socialize the neighborhood wildlife
- Split with the Neighborhood Watch
Over irreconcilable differences
- Concerning children and wildlife...
...Don't throw so many stones
At all of those glass police officers
- Instead of being so violently useless:
Use those stones to build glassless homes...
...Or I doubt any of us
Will be living long enough
To see the days of a classless world!
When the world seems at its end and the righteous ones have begun to bend,when injustice is now considered just and there is no one to trust, when the police force becomes knavish and criminals are at the apex of power and there seems to be no one to turn to, when Doctors kill for money and politicians begin to deceive, when the society it’s at its worst and not a day passes without injustice, when the body is sold for money and money becomes the reason for existence, when children conceive babies and adults end lives, when the ambassadors of poverty have their heads abroad and anus at home, then will it occur that lawyers remain lawyers , then will it occur that humans still exist, only then it would be clear that lawyers aren’t liars, only then would it be clear that lawyers can set this society straight, lawyers can put the powerful ambassadors of poverty to justice, lawyers can accrue honesty from knavishness, lawyers can remove just from unjust, lawyers can remove classlessness from class, lawyers can create a kind of classless society even Karl marx never dreamt of, after all, the pen, they say is mightier than the sword.
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