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The perverts and pirates of perchance!: A poem 

I saw the illegitimate opportunism of oceans  knowing that fish stink worse than skunk!  You can tell that Labor is no liberator!  I think of hell; but no empathy for where fish dwell!  You see, I believe that Don’s dawn makes my day  But not when he is surreptitiously taken away  My altars are not succursal to make-believe RoeMan Popeishness  Your fraud is a fish dressed in every colour of foppishness! Continue reading “The perverts and pirates of perchance!: A poem “

Hey Macron, you and your EU are pure con? Do you think you can hoodwink God and hijack Don! Revel in your porn of fish and moon, every dawn! Merz is just a joker of a John! To which of your devious horn was Ukraine born! I curse your Aquarius will be your crowning thorn! Hahahaha! Or would Cancer give your bodies, the revealing answer? Make Prakash Saint Paul’s non-existent balls, the icon on your walls!

Don’t dare ever make my mother your mare at the gare!: A poem 

Don’t think my Mother Mary (Maria) is your contemptible mare (sea)!  I don’t fancy the fishy sea kissing the sun at my gare!  I am not going to have my correctitude festooned on your walls  Please FUCK OFF, you sea creatures before you deluge all my beloved dolls!  I have no Ant(hony)s in my pants; I know fish from elephants!  Abel said to Cain,Continue reading “Don’t dare ever make my mother your mare at the gare!: A poem “

O those `sangue real’ Dragons!: A poem 

You see this land is the heart and hearth –  of which legends, of which legions?! The  unblemished regime that passed out into  the memory of the universe. It was retained!  No forgotten history consigned to palliative care!  We are stones of a fortress forever; as we dare!  Do you think bravery can be cubicled by conspiring ghosts  who swing through slimy ghettos of connivance?  Men with no spirit, butContinue reading “O those `sangue real’ Dragons!: A poem “

I do not feel intimidated by that fish-mouth Albanese or his colluders!: A poem 

I can have Albert Camus’ invincible summer  in pouring rain, in the snowy winter  And my life’s excursion is never pedestrian!  I am no folly of vision despite the pain;  The perversion of an imposed defeat  has never been the desolation of my brain.  I am not browbeaten by intimidation  And I am a configuration of everything Continue reading “I do not feel intimidated by that fish-mouth Albanese or his colluders!: A poem “

I can only warn you, you Laborers!: A poem 

The noises of a long-ongoing theatre  of shadow play from the submersibles  doesn’t deluge the starlight of my memories and convictions!  I am like an incandescent flame of myself  through every echo permeating through  each morsel of sand of destiny!  Do you think what is fated is not fated?  Or do you think your loudmouthed edictions  take the ordination awayContinue reading “I can only warn you, you Laborers!: A poem “

Would I choose those lies?: A poem 

I stood in a twilight zone  with the light forming on the horizon  and I decided I had my own route to take.  There were many gates, some of gold,  some of silver, some bronze, some iron,  and some of other alloys and metals.  I was out of whistle, but certainly not out of breath,  even with theContinue reading “Would I choose those lies?: A poem “

I am dancing; the thieves stand between me and my love!: A poem 

I am forever dancing in a room filled with thieves  Like a tree where the connivers are plucking at my leaves  Would I be a conifer spiralling out of my heels?  My roots so unearthed and flying like teals  There is a dancer so distant, though I feel her fields  And I can be certain she isContinue reading “I am dancing; the thieves stand between me and my love!: A poem “

O my pets, would Republican red be the colour of your heads (and spirit)? 

Am I being delusional in my reckoning  that animals have allegiances. A profound understanding  of ideological dimension? Do you think  they are conceived as bodies with no soul?  No embodiment beyond flesh and bones?  I’ve had all my pets visit me after they departed,  particularly, Phoenix, conveying their sadness  and gladness to me. Do you think they have   no connection with theContinue reading “O my pets, would Republican red be the colour of your heads (and spirit)? “