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"opportunists" poems
I gaze into my crystal ball, discern amidst the haze A world so far removed from that of now, it would amaze, Where catapulting incidents collide like billiard ***** And sense defies belief as renaissance makes the calls. Blueprints fresh from Internet supply the suitcase blast Where the terrorist’s, simultaneously, ignite in cities cast From Moscow to New York, Beijing to Berlin Gay Paree to London town then way out east again, Budapest, Jerusalem Calcutta burning all And Tokyo is levelled in a ghastly nuclear pall. Kneejerk reaction triggers contrails in the blue Crisscrossing all the continents obliterating through An overkill so vicious that in seconds it is past And the living cling in horror, bearing witness… aghast. Restraints are erased as the opportunists dash Flotillas from the Spratleys sprint to occupy and cash In on the minerals, oil and potential food supplies Of uncontaminated nations found beneath Pacific skies. Hindi, Jew and Muslim settle scores bereft with years Of resentment accrued in a flood of blood and tears. A sudden realisation of immensity of loss Curtails the destruction in retrenchment across The habitable outposts, the dearth of supply And the daunting prospects of a nuclear winter sky. Global collapse of all electronic gear No power, no phones, and no cars now…for years. Electromagnetic impulse put paid to all that And the day is as dark as the cold night is black. And here all we sit, in the here and the now On the verge of catastrophes’ teetering tower, With a fools pudgy finger just inches above The nuclear button…and all that we love. ……You fear the insanity, sense the insane Knowing that people like this are holding the reign? Knowing that volatility strikes Like the shot of a gun and the ****** of a knife. I don’t have the answers to hand But someone out there, knows how…and can. The sands of time are running thin URGENTLY needed a LEADER...to WIN! M. Planet Earth 6 March 2019
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Mar 6, 2019
Mar 6, 2019 at 12:46 AM UTC
The Tomorrow that Must Not Happen!
I gaze into my crystal ball, discern amidst the haze A world so far removed from that of now, it would amaze, Where catapulting incidents collide like billiard ***** And sense defies belief as renaissance makes the calls. Blueprints fresh from Internet supply the suitcase blast Where the terrorist’s, simultaneously, ignite in cities cast From Moscow to New York, Beijing to Berlin Gay Paree to London town then way out east again, Budapest, Jerusalem Calcutta burning all And Tokyo is levelled in a ghastly nuclear pall. Kneejerk reaction triggers contrails in the blue Crisscrossing all the continents obliterating through An overkill so vicious that in seconds it is past And the living cling in horror, bearing witness… aghast. Restraints are erased as the opportunists dash Flotillas from the Spratleys sprint to occupy and cash In on the minerals, oil and potential food supplies Of uncontaminated nations found beneath Pacific skies. Hindi, Jew and Muslim settle scores bereft with years Of resentment accrued in a flood of blood and tears. A sudden realisation of immensity of loss Curtails the destruction in retrenchment across The habitable outposts, the dearth of supply And the daunting prospects of a nuclear winter sky. Global collapse of all electronic gear No power, no phones, and no cars now…for years. Electromagnetic impulse put paid to all that And the day is as dark as the cold night is black. And here all we sit, in the here and the now On the verge of catastrophes’ teetering tower, With a fools pudgy finger just inches above The nuclear button…and all that we love. ……You fear the insanity, sense the insane Knowing that people like this are holding the reign? Knowing that volatility strikes Like the shot of a gun and the ****** of a knife. I don’t have the answers to hand But someone out there, knows how…and can. The sands of time are running thin URGENTLY needed a LEADER...to WIN! M. Planet Earth 6 March 2019
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she said, you're like the dark you are mysterious I call out for you and something else answers me back there are no friends no lovers just opportunists under covers There is emptiness in content Folly woven deep within success It isn't the darkness that scares us Its the light, or lack thereof at the end. she left me like a continental divide little did I know we were sleeping on a fault line I called out for her but she's too far to hear me now there's no coincidence no second chances just opportunities and circumstance There is emptiness in content Folly woven deep within success It isn't the darkness that scares us Its the light, or lack thereof at the end.
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Apr 27, 2014
Apr 27, 2014 at 11:56 AM UTC
It Isn't The Darkness
It starts with a sensation of feeling it can't be real This pain, this reality it all seems so fake Living in turmoil yet being awake We've created a fictional story for what we see Lies have become "real" the virtual stains reality Yet we are living in the creative dump Hilary Clinton and Donald trump Opportunists in this world of lies The poet cries But truth is hated more than the lies we perceive and believe cause their sugar makes the medicine go down No need to frown, because life is just for individuals like you We all different but not one of us has a clue Of what's going on Corporations rule the media so what's wrong? Censorship breaks even the strongest of minds Leaves us cold but does anyone mind? They feed us primal fears While we our fed TV box sets of lives we want to lead While soldiers bleed in wars we keep fighting Just because of oil sightings It's all bit pointless as the golden age of austerity kicks in And the rich become fat eating the poor and misery is a acquaintance who is in your house though you didn't answer the door It's all normal check your email and censor your political correctness It's all bull **** tell yourself it won't mean a thing Your King or queen of nothing and there is no God heaven was a bluff It's not real it's tough Because we could have made it heaven on earth But fantasy was more beguiling As we watch game of thrones we are smiling.
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Oct 21, 2016
Oct 21, 2016 at 4:26 PM UTC
Hyper normalisation
I can't tell if any fleas Have smaller fleas upon them; But I can feel that on these fleas Are giant jaws; and toothsome. These fleas are opportunists, sure, They hop from leg, to arm, to floor; Each leaves behind a bit of gore: There's nothing smaller I abhor. They're nearly invisible and yet Upon me I can feel them set; And tear out great big chunks of- Nyet! A bigger fiend, I've never met.
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Mar 10, 2010
Mar 10, 2010 at 6:56 PM UTC
The Flea-Bite Song
Subtly hacking its social fabric To dismantle ancient Ethiopia Its enemies and opportunists Come up with this and that trick That aims at dislodging Every brick.... Time goes on tick,tick,tick The problem reaches on its peak Many harbor fear They may lose Their country Ethiopia They hold dear But always When it is left with A declared last chance Displays Ethiopia resilience. "Are you not like The children of the Ethiopians to me, Children of Israel? " God-referred land Stirs out from Uncharted water To remain grand Though self- seeker dissidents And only-me Historic enemies Fail that to understand.
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Oct 22, 2019
Oct 22, 2019 at 4:45 AM UTC
Resilient Ethiopia
i guess life is a crossing and people keep passing the lord made me black and white with a light on either side people keep passing, hippidy hop they keep crossing, hippidy hop and thats what happens on me all day long people keep passing, hippidy hop they keep crossing, hippidy hop and then the cars come along there are those who wait for the green man to show the mom tells her kids 'thats only when you should go' There are those who don't think a lot 'You could have died', 'it was worth a shot' There are those who play in and out Opportunists trying to move about There are those who just have all the time Testing nerves, begging the wheels to crime people keep passing, hippidy hop they keep crossing, hippidy hop and thats what happens on me all day long people keep passing, hippidy hop they keep crossing, hippidy hop and then the cars come along people keep passing, hippidy hop they keep crossing, hippidy hop and thats what happens on me all day long
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May 22, 2014
May 22, 2014 at 2:43 PM UTC
Crossings
By: Cedric McClester I know what it is we saw On the streets of Baltimore Everything we should abhor Burning, looting and much more As our history has shown Once contentious seed are sown Violence that we can’t condone Begins when the first stone is thrown Once we loose the savage beast And opportunists start to fleece Their local businesses decrease And there’s no justice or no peace Deprivation is the aftermath Once people choose a violent path For some it’s fun and so they laugh But they don’t know much about math Whole communities disappear As rioters stand around and cheer Once the smoke has a chance to clear We find it’s worst than we had feared What began as an expression of pain Rapidly denigrated before it changed Which often happens when police are estranged From communities they police when there’s no exchange Violence never is the answer Cos it can metastasize like a cancer It never was an agenda advancer Nor a valid argument enhancer So let’s not try to pretend That there can be any other end Nor a position that we can defend Can I surmise we comprehend? (c) Copyright 2015, Cedric McClester. All rights reserved.
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Apr 27, 2015
Apr 27, 2015 at 8:41 PM UTC
STREETS OF BALTIMORE
The question is asked again and again, Where do we come from? Who are we? All throughout life men and women great And foolish have attempted to explain this, "In a moment all will be explained," "If you pay more money you will be cleansed," "Not worshipping is the realm of the insane," "With these soft spoken incantations you will mend," So where do we come from? What is all this? From rushing water, breath of air, no need for Recognition, it's all miles away in some deserted Forest, to be left for later generations to forget, Let this be an answer, why are we here? I shall Obtain eternal life if I just hold this vile Closer to my heart, a work of vain art, This isn't life, this is the illusion of life, The answer nestled in a small cave, The birth of a newborn bird, a ripple in a pond From a rock that fell during an earthquake, A vague reflection of a deer in it's surface gleam, All of this and more, the darkness of night, Cloaking terrors real or imagined, what is this? Maybe one day we will know? This is how fools Are born, clinging to this or that, a drop of water From a vile, an answer from a simple written text That proves it's all happened thus far. This is why Fools are born of this, opportunists, blinded by dust, The great way of those who gather to take advantage, This is where the greatest numbers of fools gather. Far away, the beautiful forest, I may not know what brought This all to life, but I do know what is worth saving And what only fools shall save for themselves...
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Jul 9, 2016
Jul 9, 2016 at 4:50 AM UTC
Answers
The question is asked again and again, Where do we come from? Who are we? All throughout life men and women great And foolish have attempted to explain this, "In a moment all will be explained," "If you pay more money you will be cleansed," "Not worshipping is the realm of the insane," "With these soft spoken incantations you will mend," So where do we come from? What is all this? From rushing water, breath of air, no need for Recognition, it's all miles away in some deserted Forest, to be left for later generations to forget, Let this be an answer, why are we here? I shall Obtain eternal life if I just hold this vile Closer to my heart, a work of vain art, This isn't life, this is the illusion of life, The answer nestled in a small cave, The birth of a newborn bird, a ripple in a pond From a rock that fell during an earthquake, A vague reflection of a deer in it's surface gleam, All of this and more, the darkness of night, Cloaking terrors real or imagined, what is this? Maybe one day we will know? This is how fools Are born, clinging to this or that, a drop of water From a vile, an answer from a simple written text That proves it's all happened thus far. This is why Fools are born of this, opportunists, blinded by dust, The great way of those who gather to take advantage, This is where the greatest numbers of fools gather. Far away, the beautiful forest, I may not know what brought This all to life, but I do know what is worth saving And what only fools shall save for themselves...
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Take me back to yesterday When holiness ******* prosperity When churches won souls Not the craze for numbers and money Take me back to yesterday When we taught moral instructions Where teachers were models Not paedophiles and opportunists How I so miss yesterday! Take me back to yesterday When girls covered up Knelt to greet Elders Fetched from the stream Where *** before marriage was a taboo Today, celebrities project immoralities Singers praise corrupt persons Officers collect bribes Contracts and admission are for highest bidders Please take me to yesterday Take me back to yesterday When men married women Women married men Where we raised respectable boys and girls Not sadomasochists and sadists Take me back to yesterday Where politicians served us We looked up to them Today, the table is turned But from the beginning; It was not so Take me back to yesterday Where we rubbed organic You call it Coconut oil I call it "Adi Agbon" Where we wore "Shuku" in all shades And adorned in beautiful beads I miss yesterday Hence my poetic pen drips If you miss yesterday Come ride with me Let's go back to yesterday That we may better our tomorrow
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Sep 9, 2019
Sep 9, 2019 at 4:02 PM UTC
Take Me Back To Yesterday
The clouds were torn asunder And a multitude of faces raised And frozen still, the masses gazed Unblinking eyes were wide and glazed Legs were weak and wills were lame And all upon the day they came The glowing Discs held station And cars collided in the street As thousands took to fleeing feet In terror of the silent fleet The rich and poor were just the same And all upon the day they came The crowds were quickly scattered Yet signals grew and camps were made And opportunists plied their trade As shadows moved, possessions strayed Looted shops gave way to flame And all upon the day they came The tension slowly rising Anxiety and trepidation Causing many consternation Fear fuelling confrontation Paranoia played its game And all upon the day they game The firelights cascaded The cities blanketed in grey With human nature on display As violence had won the day With no one but ourselves to blame And all upon the day they came They watched us with ill humour With minds as calm as silicone They saw each wound and broken bone Each fire lit and bottle thrown And horrified at human shame They left upon the day they came
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Feb 10, 2013
Feb 10, 2013 at 5:25 PM UTC
The Day They Came
Currently thinking of currency What the concept means A delegation of natural resources Represented by variable things And the credit lines in between The debts and interest The investments Printed on cotton paper Begotten from vapor Minted and accounted I can't make cents of dollar cents and dimes Adorned with with deceased Presidents Reminiscent of a simpler time When we enslaved without the illusion of a living wage When only the rich were educated In institutions segrated from the working classes The huddled masses The breeders of poverty squished by sovereignty Gasping for the thin air that brought them there Hungry and bare I dont think anything can change the hell That came with the idea to buy and sell We fell victim to the whims of the opportunists who compete to capitalize completely on the gifts given freely since birth by beautiful mother earth Gifts that once processed are never given back in full. Only to be borrowed and used as tool. We humans beings are but fools being used and using tools that we don't need To consume with greed as it consumes us And we swirl into the cosmic dust of nothingness that created us and destroyed us just as we did to it. Money ain't **** It was a joke, laugh ***** But our guns will oxidize and rust, all that will be left is our trust in the notion that gold will save us all, Our belief the government can bequeath security the same way a man can present a diamond of perfect purity with the proposal of loyal betrothal. This illusion that all is right at with our present plight is something I detest but I will not fight. To fight is to give in, to the illusion we live in. I cant accept this reality with altruism, I reject that we are secure, I deject the institution I have been subjected to endure since birth. I am not of your shared delusions I am of the earth. My freedom is my kindness to make not my life that you may take.
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Dec 9, 2015
Dec 9, 2015 at 1:39 AM UTC
Funny Money
Currently thinking of currency What the concept means A delegation of natural resources Represented by variable things And the credit lines in between The debts and interest The investments Printed on cotton paper Begotten from vapor Minted and accounted I can't make cents of dollar cents and dimes Adorned with with deceased Presidents Reminiscent of a simpler time When we enslaved without the illusion of a living wage When only the rich were educated In institutions segrated from the working classes The huddled masses The breeders of poverty squished by sovereignty Gasping for the thin air that brought them there Hungry and bare I dont think anything can change the hell That came with the idea to buy and sell We fell victim to the whims of the opportunists who compete to capitalize completely on the gifts given freely since birth by beautiful mother earth Gifts that once processed are never given back in full. Only to be borrowed and used as tool. We humans beings are but fools being used and using tools that we don't need To consume with greed as it consumes us And we swirl into the cosmic dust of nothingness that created us and destroyed us just as we did to it. Money ain't **** It was a joke, laugh ***** But our guns will oxidize and rust, all that will be left is our trust in the notion that gold will save us all, Our belief the government can bequeath security the same way a man can present a diamond of perfect purity with the proposal of loyal betrothal. This illusion that all is right at with our present plight is something I detest but I will not fight. To fight is to give in, to the illusion we live in. I cant accept this reality with altruism, I reject that we are secure, I deject the institution I have been subjected to endure since birth. I am not of your shared delusions I am of the earth. My freedom is my kindness to make not my life that you may take.
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I understand that you're working hard on your karma; that you're toiling toward keeping that feather weighing more than your heart. I get that you somehow get off on going above and beyond what other people expect of you after you've agreed to do something for them. (Though you should know, that because you do it every time, they always expect you to.) I can clearly see that you've been collecting good deeds in order to redeem them at the end of this thing for a better seat to whatever the hell it is that you think is going to happen; that you treat each one as an eon shaved off of the wait time you'll have to spend in the line to get into heaven. No really, I get it. It's your thing, your MO; your shtick. But me personally, I've got better things to do than bend over backwards for opportunists.
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Mar 16, 2016
Mar 16, 2016 at 11:39 PM UTC
Favors or (The Unexpected Virtue of Selfishness)
Let us now damn famous men for their low morals and cruel cunning. This witch hunt is different from all the rest; now the witches hunt and the men go running. From out of the woodwork the women come; victims, opportunists or jilted lovers? Forty or fifty years have passed. Their denouncers are mostly young grandmothers. Now Garrison Keillor has joined the ranks of venial men obsessed by lust. He has been banished from Lake Woebegone Where the women are Strong, the children are bright- and the men look no better than any of us.
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Nov 29, 2017
Nov 29, 2017 at 8:11 PM UTC
Lake Woe-be-gone
Do you see what I see can you even know what I know can you see the hypocrisy of liars cons and morons who now turn on their Leader and fight amongst themselves crying cease-fire injustice and atrocities when selves sames in their own backyard have legitimized a burglary and attempts at extortion and intimidation and our vituperate selves sames have orchestrated and conducted the most vicious campaign of bullying, vilification, harrassments, smears, misrepresentation, libelous slander and toxic distortions not to mention varied contraventions of basic human rights, against one lone innocent brown man they urdained to 'wipe out' a blameless man because they possess the power to do as they please Telling themselves that is Democracy in modern today Do you know You can fool some of the people all of the time, and all of the people some of the time, but you can not fool all of the people all of the time and do you know that Politics is a con game for scammers liars, self-serving opportunists and narcissists and Scarlet Fever is a selective contagion that is resistant to the antibiotics of truth, fairplay, intelligence and commomsense
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Nov 2, 2023
Nov 2, 2023 at 9:36 PM UTC
what are the comrades doing now, are they paying lip service again...?
By: Cedric McClester Let’s not call ‘em protesters If they’re burning and They’re looting Let’s not call them protester If they’re breaking glass windows And shooting Let’s call them what they are Just blatant opportunists Let’s not call them protesters Which is not to suggest That it wouldn’t be proper to Call them insurrectionists Let’s not get confused As to what it is we’re seeing When we observe them Throwing objects while they’re fleeing Let’s not call them protesters Even when the cause is just Because those hooligans Don’t represent any of us Let’s not call ‘em protester When they’re stoking public fears Let’s call them what they are Simply put provocateurs Let’s not call ‘em protesters When they disregard the law Let’s not call them protesters Who are openly declaring war Against the established order Just to even a score Let’s not call ‘em protesters We never did before Cedric McClester, Copyright © 2020. All rights reserved.
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Oct 28, 2020
Oct 28, 2020 at 10:40 AM UTC
LET’S NOT CALL ‘EM PROTESTERS