a triolet


So sweet a life it is when hand
is free to wave or wield a pen
not at command of any man
so sweet a life it is when hand,

may merely wave its magic wand
to have a man completely penned
so sweet a life it is when hand
is free to wave or wield a pen.

It'll be sixty year ago quite soon
that one idea sparked a million folk,
to pull together to put guys on the moon
such a feat could never be a joke,
as from that moon a human spoke
and a billion people listened  
to a message, from a static sparked croak,
and in many eyes, I bet, tears glistened...

And now, today, there's another idea  
to recruit one hundred thousand poll watchers,
under the guise of fair and free elections, here,
I must say fraud was bawled by the loser,
their loser status upheld by all court rulers  
but this time round they will try to twist all laws
guided by several of their chief law abusers,  
in aid of their, unholy, cause.

They'll tell any lie, ally with any gang
no price is too high life will be sacrificed,
powered by the GOP's most foulest man
where only total subjugation will suffice  
who's promised hell-on-earth not paradise  
a gangster and America's blight...
The moon landing, just a different generation?
Nah, sadly, at the mo' a completely different nation...

A plague on all your houses sir
and so it was it came to pass
even the plague has concurred
a plague on all your houses sir,

I can not speak but I have heard
death's silent rattle to the past
this plague on all our houses sir
and so it is, it came, they pass.

                              

I stretch my mind for future words
saying '' all is well in this time ''
I strain, '' new strains '' is all I've heard
I stretch my mind for future words,

with futile pen I write my words
so impotent and so absurd
I stretch my mind to find the words
but say, '' all will be well, in time.''

                                

I hate to sit and whine and curse
surrounded by such misery
indeed to be out but I durst
I hate to sit and whine and curse,

so long before it gets much worse
I need to hear and also see
the dust of fast galloping horse
and hear this shout, '' The Cavalry! ''

I regaled my land with thunderings of merriment          
lighting my dark chuckles with bright flash of wit,          
I tickled trees, seas, oceans, till my joke was spent          
then rested to gather strengths to blow my season's blitz.          
Now I blast you foul storms your puny ambitions befit,          
as I reign over you tempestuously  crack and clap          
your puny stone buildings I will blast and split          
and rend your clothes and silly flags to scraps, as they flap...          
        
I blame you, you blustering creatures, for downpouring of my ire          
you forever chasing seasons of ease,          
climbing up for the secret of eternal fire,        
to power your life and turn my gales to balmy breeze...    
How dare you make my clouds weep, with stormy seeds,          
I am the life spreading Storm, you cannot control,          
I view you shower as a damping turbulent disease          
but, it may be, you do have a role?          
        
I will blow you down to a gory smear          
across your burnt and blasted arid lands,          
till nothing remains not even a tear          
then scour you gone with my whirlwinding sands.        
Your poisoned flesh, not fit for Earth's viands,          
but your bones, your dry bleached bones        
will nourish my green and pleasant sphere,          
till then I shall weather your howling, squalid, moans.

the mouth-***** plays, such sweet tunes
under nimble lip and quick tongue,
so skilfully it's made to croon
the mouth-***** plays such sweet tunes,

the sound it makes can fill a room
twould make the deaf angels to come
to hear, it calms all Bedlam's loons
the mouth-***** plays, such sweet tunes.

She has a quite pride in self
as Autumn strews her path with gold
these trees bestow bronzed silver wealth
on these who are the wealth of worlds.

One can see in her prideful strides
this proclamation " I am woman!"
a sisterhood the whole world wide
reaching back to their birth of man.

And so it was across the veldt
ten times ten thousand years ago
those yesterdays the claimed and owned
a vastly gleaming womb of gold.

They walked their way to Bethlehem
gave lowly birthing for a king
a thousand years with each small step
I see them all here, still, walking.

We've composed a myriad hymns
to sing their praises, for their dance,
we never met I never knew
but they all kissed me, with her glance.

Who knows the names of his land now
of when Neanderthaler roamed,
the track, the trails  the beasts tracked down,
the valleys, forests, he called home
the fondness for the place he'd grown,
or even how great his delight
from hunt's return, perhaps alone
he sights his families fire light.

We'll never know when Deer or Sow
was slain for food was respect shown,
I'd like to think, to believe, somehow
that they had a great sacred stone,
to give the beast a swift death groan,
before feasting throughout the night
telling, before the beast fell prone,
how brave it fought, with such great might.

We'll never know if, with calm brow,
as all around, dark insects droned,
through glow of coals from burning boughs
as lips ****** sweet, sweet, honeycombs,
or cracked and snacked on marrow bones,
did they ponder the moon's pale light,
and contemplate the life they owned
as owls whoo, whoo, through their long night.

You're not allowed to be wilted daisies
Adolf trump is gunning for woke lib'ral hacks
make like killer Triffids sting like blazes,

This grifting abuser of old ladies
be sticky Venus flytraps catch this rat,
you're not allowed to be wilted daisies

How can you take on these fascist crazies
no chance by being bumbling weedy crap
make like killer Triffids sting like blazes.

This narcissi projects his dark places
make like badass snapdragons snap them back
you're not allowed to be wilted daisies.

There's time for tumbling tumble-**** lazy
when this beast is well and truly zapped
make like killer Triffids sting like blazes,

This orange beast who intones " obey me "
Vote and vote and vote against him, he'll snap
You're not allowed to be wilted daisies
Make like killer Triffids sting like blazes.

What are you folks to him, you maga crowd,
you duped rioters, you duped stymied gop,
just a meal ticket, for crying out loud,

You, the soldier ants, right, right, beetle-browed
you desperate sad and blank-minded lot,
what are you folks to him, you maga crowd?

You, the grifted he leeched on, you, right cowed,
as long as you pay he cares not one jot,
just a meal ticket for crying out loud,

But sometimes Freudian truths ring out loud
"This Disgusting Sham Politician!! " what?
what, are you folks to him, you maga crowd,

Do you remember the deaths this thing allowed
" Stand back and stand by " at his riot,
what are you folks to him you maga crowd,

This creature will leech till you're in your shroud
Then finally over your grave will squat,
What are you folks to him, you maga crowd,
Just a meal ticket, for crying out loud.