Many A Futile Hand. Many A Futile Hand.Many A Futile Hand.3 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Complete hopelessness, an abysmal cavity, in the mind,
its oppressiveness, incessant, with precincts, ill defined.
Scant, is understanding, for few can even comprehend,
there seems no solution, save bringing life unto an end.
Who then, to approach, if a subtle nuance goes ignored?
Despair overwhelms Rationality…Directness is deplored.
Feeling worthless now erodes, whatever resolve remains.
To suffer not Indifference, is a thought the mind retains.
Nobody seems to notice…none make a pertinent remark…
“Unworthy, are unwanted”, is a message, cold and stark.
Confused, a burdened mind struggles, survival to defend,
it matters little, if an unwanted soul, brings life to an end.
Maybe it really matters little, for Apathy rules the World…
Personal tragedies rarely see remedial banners unfurled.
The patent indifference,
PoppiesPOPPIES are a symbolPoppies3 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Of historical astronomical loss,
Of lovely fools and gallant horse,
Who faced the fire, the rain and frost.
Reich, A PoemFrom our humble beginnings we always had ambition,Reich, A Poem22 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
To bring hope back to our land was our first and foremost mission,
We marched through the streets holding high our banners,
And unlike our opponents, we actually had some manners.
The leftists always laughed and said "they'll never amount to anything",
But eventually the day came for us, the bells of triumph rang,
They burnt down our buildings and tried to assassinate our leader,
But in the first days of our years our group remained unscathed and eager.
Our group was once of few, but had amassed in greatful millions,
And as for our flags, well i'm certain we hung billions,
The numbers of our followers was growing bluntly by the day,
And the public of our nation was in anything but dismay.
We paved new roads, cleaned the streets, and developed largely our land,
And it seemed there wouldn't come a day when we had to take a stand,
The peaceful years brought prosper, not a soul in our land was homeless,
But envy grew in the nations around
bubble wrapThere reeked dangerbubble wrap4 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
There were bruises
Australia was the country of death and woe.
To prevent this
To save people
The government decided to censor what explodes.
They took off the video games
Right from the stores' shelves
Because they said they promoted violence,
And sexism against females.
They blocked websites on the Net--
Objectionable or innocuous--
Since they provided awkward material
For the young and restless.
The government banned TV
Which had Carlin's seven curses.
It poisoned the youth,
Even if it was blocked on U-verses.
And there went away candy and sweets.
And there went away the workforce.
Candy would rotten people's teeth;
Work permitted injuries from headfirst.
The government wouldn't stop scrutinizing.
More paranoid they were to the paralyzing.
Danger was lurking everywhere
Across the land and the air.
They said, "So what if something
That seems kinda harmless
Would cause many casualties
QueenMy local new news agency,Queen3 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Coined a headline of national urgency
''THE QUEEN IS DEAD-
THEY'VE HAD OFF HER HEAD:
& we're opening a vacancy''
Like bricksStack them like bricks in the wall,Like bricks3 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Stack them like bricks in the school,
Stack them like bricks in the company,
Stack them like bricks in the war,
Stack them like bricks without stones or sticks,
Stack them like bricks in the wall.
Ack! THE WARCut me somme slack, I’ve a gun on my back,Ack! THE WAR3 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
A helmet, a belt and a ruddy great pack.
Now my brother is down, and his brother is slack,
But we all do our best for, now, that is the knack,
Less you’re shot, you’re drawn, or a whizz-bang comes smack!
There’s Tommy abound, who make love to the track,
And they’re either afflicted with the clap or the quack,
Here’s hoping the war ends before we all crack!
The Jerry peep up and their faces are black,
Like our own, and I liken our war game to Jack.
Now, we ready ourselves, for the next great attack.