248 poem

 

Poverty creates 

War

Creates poverty 

poem 247

 

Your past has the last laugh 

Here your alone on a familiar raft

All around faces 

Blast blast blast

As birds falls from trees 

While bee's silent scream 

bleed for the war machine 

Addicted to your screen

Addicted to your scream

Addicted to your scene

I dream electric and glow

I dream electric and go

Before the last laugh eats 

poem 246

 

Thoughts as thunder, hold each word up to a naked flame

True, a moment dances brightest before life eternal game

Still, to hold a tear, a laugh, a lovers secret, crystal in might

Unmasks nature’s cords, here we all become stars-lit nights

And tonight, in Soho’s hallow, electric glow, I watched her go 

In visions of her magnetic smile, I held this brighter than all 

poem 245

 

Cast iron ribs

sheet blue crystal skin

Hear the beat echo

from each void again

Oh i place finger tips 

upon strings 

Hear the death played

from each tv again 

Once again 

Once again 

Once again 

poem 244

 

I know a hole, 

It dreams of all your hate so perfect 

and in each blade, he needs to reflect 

As another life drains into the dirt

he just cries, your my latest convert

I know a hole, 

Feed it day and day, its all the same 

easy exclaims a lord land given claim 

And wine freely flows to grapes of wrath

while talks, of poverty all ends with a laugh

I know a hole, 

It proclaims upon you all, just grow and grow

But forget chains of sorrows you all know 

For we will breed, to give no quarter

in this garden horror, we’ll give you order

I know a hole, 

Each day, he try’s to sell you a soul 

while his winning smile takes control 

He just twists your love, your tender love 

into an ever-lasting, rabid dove, rabid love

poem 243

 

Outside so proud 

we sing for all 

Above the clouds 

crown are deeds 

And seeds the love 

that we all need  

So as we grow 

we grow collective 

For the sun above 

shines from everyone 

As a human ring 

forever in sing

The truth is, love 

The truth is, love 

The truth is, love

poem 242

 

Capitalist made 

AI in his own image,

then in every way 

makes your day 

perpetual shame

and all for there 

eternal gain,

no matter the pain

poem 241

In the deep 

ink flows cold 

Vivid pain claws

at each breath 

Weep but dust

has nothing to give

Creeping tiger 

across a child

Dig deeper

still it eats

A scream seeps 

into the void 

and again 

and again 

and again 

Religion feasts  

poem 240

 

Sewage floating gentle down the stream 

along with all your families dreams

as pollution make you a silent scream 

See there capitalist swim in crème 

living each day in a glided dream 

feeding of each one of your screams 

Body’s floating gentle down the stream 

along with all your families dreams 

as war makes you a silent scream 

See there capitalist swim in crème

living each day in a glided dream

feasting of each one of your screams

poem 239

 

The far right rise

upon there chant of demise….

please treat us as scum 

see how we will come

As our beloved over lord

rapes our mother* like before

As we witness our father die** 

20 years before his time 

we will never whine 

Just feed us your divine

and that cheap red wine

Just feed us cheap thrills 

and that will to kill 

Just feed us a flag to wave

and that lie of the day

Just as long, you sing along 

from that gilded balcony in the sky 

we will never whine 

as you watch us die

20 years before are time

* https://www.theguardian.com/society/2023/may/30/nearly-70-of-victims-drop-out-of-investigations-in-england-and-wales

** https://www.nytimes.com/interactive/2020/03/06/opinion/working-class-death-rate.html

poem 238

 

Splash of rain gleams off rainbows in dream 

while daisies yellow, waves on summer breeze 

to a leaf embracing the light of sweet nights

in turn, her very breath a gift, all life breathes 

As sunsets of tomorrow, are glazed in burnt red

but today a cloud above, offers a cover to hold 

as her smile through confused door, helps me new 

poem 237

 

Pity the nation whose people are educated to be sheep culled,

and whose shepherds misdeed them.

Pity the nation whose leaders must lie, whose sages must whisper,

and whose bigots feed your brainwaves.

Pity the nation that imprisoned humanities noble voice,

then praise conquerors who rule with force and torture.

Pity the nation that knows no other language but its own

and no other culture but a life cleansed .

Pity the nation whose breath is born into money greatest deed

and sleeps the sleep of forced fed glory .

Pity the nation oh, pity the people who rights the rich 

must always erode away 

Pity a nation born on genocide, then tortured their youth 

until insanity became the only reality 

Pity the human a nation, that raises there head and says 

love is best, all be it, our greatest test

I slightly edited  this poem just to give it better focus and clarity in reality ~ poem Lawrence Ferlinghetti re-edited by a dust 

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(Art Credit: Lesley Oldaker)