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The saga continues

Day by Day
More or less in a desultory ride
Through the motions they find their stride
Until then, going along with the tide
Disappointing performance quality pride
Overall Purpose muddled in every way
It’s not what they do it’s what they say

Burning Tesla cars in the street
Throwing bricks at police
Protest officers walking their beat
Riot gear from head to feet

Without a soul
A Rioter’s goal
To take control
Unrelenting exacts a toll

City by the Bay LA
Peaceful protest Snatched away
Leadership lacking
Violent Rioters packing

Activist extremist in disguise
Hiding in plain sight realized
Extremist sleeper cells In the crowd
Violence encouraged allowed

Vandalizing stealing thievery looting
Speakers chanting recruiting
Their one true purpose deluding

A time will come when the messages is clear
Serpent slave time is near
Empowered they shove us to our knees
Evil thoughts do as they please


Rile up agitators
Governor Newsom says
The quiet part out loud
“ I don’t care”

Defiant, proud, inciting the crowd
Chanting rhetoric bullhorn loud
First he let the Palisades burn
Now it’s illegal immigrants turn

His practice lines are well rehearsed
Turned his back on the dead first
He told Police
Don’t intrude it will only get worse

The press President Trump media blamed
A Lying Beast cannot be tamed
Word by word verse by verse
The essence of an evil curse

Mayor Bass habitual, swearing
Lack of compassion nor caring
Hatred for the Presidency preparing
Destroy capitalism remnant rants daring

Trump wants
to stop those who
Escalate
Capitulate
Violate


The State is
Up for grab
Everything can be had
Break it Loot it take it all
California will eventually fall

The rich middle class moving away
Many ask, why do I stay?
God gave me  His call
It’s not time for California to fall,
The inertia of it all

Illegals fly the flag
of the country they fled,
Never wanting to return

While Burning the flag of
The country
they never want to leave
Rhetoric babble practice to deceive

This is not about blending in
This is an insurrection
What They want is to destroy America
Rebuild from the ground up

The destruction they have planned
For our country, our land
But we’re too ignorant to see
We are on our knees
Trying to appease and please
Because we put ourselves there

I grew up in California
On a small country farm
Local flavor friendly charm.
Gone; Community’s cities ghost town
One last look around
Massive areas
Burnt to the ground

Call a place paradise
Kiss it goodbye
A lump in my throat, a tear in my eye
One day I’ll say a final goodbye

Evil doers like locus destroy another city
It’s a pity it’s a shame unrecognizable blame
Drug lords human traffickers cartel gangs
Welcome to Los Angeles turf war claims

Inspired song

American pie 1971
By Don McLean

(the Father Son and the Holy Ghost took the last train for the coast the day the music died)
BLT Webster’s word of the day challenge
July 3, 2024 desultory
Desultory is a formal word used to describe something that lack a plan or purpose or that occurs without regularity. It can also describe something unconnected to the main subject or something that is disappointing in progress performance or quality.
B Mar 6
I think I cut too deep
Look at that cut on me
It hasn’t healed for fourteen days
It won’t never go away
Maybe they’ll finally notice
How I’m far past my lowest
Look into the open wound
Staring back with eyes of stound
Watch it drip honey
And gush out sounds of
A time when I was funny
And not the time now where I am but a dove
Toyo D Oct 2022
Can a Love song be used twice?
I love you’s and the reminiscent blues,
do the rhythm and blues remember the
ones you loose ?

This reminded me of you.
I use the lyrical hues
of this fine tune to put into words my feelings for you.

Expiry date.

Can a hummingbird still sing
when your number no longer rings?
I wonder
Nat King Cole’s somber stardust melody still
haunts my reverie.

Can I really vow to another with the words I solemnly devoted to my past lover?

As seasons change
so to does my musical range.
Yet a love song , is still a Love song.

To my future love,
at times my hearts desire cannot create words which quantify that;
of a lyrical tune and a lyre.

A Love song.
Love in the present.
Beyond the fond memories of things the lovers dreamt,
Love remains in all things spent
within life’s timely symphonies.
Glenn Currier Aug 2022
When I start to regret the past
I have to ask
what does that piece of me mean
is it something best forgot
or a lesson
that turns my dark to green
It might make my dust into stars.

I should not waste my scars.
I thank Archer (https://hellopoetry.com/McBleak/) for the idea for this poem with his poem, “Waiting Game (https://hellopoetry.com/poem/4598204/waiting-game/v)
stillhuman Jul 2022
Crimson clouds cloud my vision
I see red all over
My reflection's blurry in the mirror
and its eyes look for cover
They're ashamed of what they see
as I dream of redemption
of wrongs rectified and apologies made
of certainty in my being
but spiders keep on crawling
in the shadows they build webs
of guilt and of me, missing you
while the sun is out
and the flowers sing with their colours
It is bright
so bright it hurts my dark eyes
they're not used to this light
of your hand touching petals
in a  different kind of summer
Broadsky Jun 2022
mail gets delivered everyday

do you ever expect a letter from me asking you to meet me halfway?

packages getting delivered under the windowsill

accidentally spilling coffee on the water bill

I have my book of stamps and personalized stationary too

just give me a pen and tell me what address am I sending this letter to?

pictures and videos

your recorded laugh echoes

seeing these old photos of you in your youth

feels like waiting in line at a tollbooth

visiting the past comes at a price

it costs a pretty penny and tends to be unwise

these pictures and letters will never make it to your mailbox

just like when you see me you'll always move over to the other side of the sidewalk

finding these captured moments of the past

makes me want to climb in my car and drive fast

you seemed happy then and even happier now

it doesn't seem like I've brought you too down

eight years ago today you gave me ten digits to dial

I thought our six hundred and thirty six days spent together was beautiful like mosaic tile

you were the first, that I cannot change

but even if I could, there's nothing I would rearrange

you still move me in ways i cannot explain

even after all these years there are so many feelings that still remain

some bad and some good

just wondering

do you still wear the sweatshirt I got you,

the one with the hood?

I'm sure I am forgotten about

everything about me in your mind, completely wiped out

which is fine

just at least have a glimmer of when your heart was mine

mail coming on the seventh day is a nice concept

except

no matter where you are, wherever the trees sway

the mail never comes on Sunday
Eight years ago today you gave me your number, ill forever remember June 9, 2014 as the day I learned your name.
Zack Ripley May 2021
You can keep your secrets.
You can keep the past in the past.
Just tell me what you need.
Because I think we have something
That can last.
All it takes is your smile
to make me smile too.
All I need to be happy
is to see you happy too
Sara Brummer Dec 2020
Flashes of yesterday’s garden,
deep green under a gray sky--
I step into the canvas, moving
slowly, regretful and watchful,
with the weight of past light.

So many colored years,
some bright, some somber,
and you, the voice that ripened
youth, the accented syllables
opening the hours between
cliffs and sky, your presnce
re-appearing in soft explosions
of living, so painful to let go.

I pray for change, impermanence,
for last year’s dust to settle to
acceptance, to turn over the pages
of the past and to forgive everything.
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