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Hopery, changery, stranger-than-strangery
tip the good vicar your hat—
as he sits with Obama, the global Gautama
indulging in neighborly chat.

Popery, popery, changery-hopery
grant the old Pontiff his wish.
Then summon a bishop to season and dish up
a kettle of catechized fish.

Changery, hopery—swing from the ropery,
garnish the Vatican stew.
The Cardinals compassed, the media rumpused
the Protestants joined in, too…

Fakery, changery, safety in dangery
lack of direction was lost
as it became clear that no concord was near
and the threshold of lunacy crossed.

Changery-hopery, soap-on-a-ropery,
buy the Obama a beer.
Let the Lord’s liberation enlighten our nation
as forums and quorums get queer.

Hopery, changery, babe-in-a-mangery
hail the immaculate mess;
until limbo is purged and repentance is urged
and the canonized con-men confess.

Babilo-mockery, roll with the rockery
kiss the pontificate ring;
til’ the old Argentinian wax Constantinian
causing Gods angels to sing.

Jiggery-pokery fooling the folkery
monkery second to none…
what was once sacrilegious is now a religious
conventional focus of fun.

Papacy, lunacy piping the tunacy
Father goose mothered the egg –
but it cracked in the nest while the stupefied West
lit a match to a gunpowder keg.

Yessiree/nopery—smoking the dopery
opiates dulling the masses
who bow genuflecting, with candles reflecting
the shine of their Latinate *****.

Fakery funkery, pachyderm trunkery
hierophants never forget
but the clown and his trainer cut loose the restrainer
and cancelled the circus’s debt.

Piggery, smokery, tighten the chokery
offer the refugees bacon;
their mullahs may howl with a slaughterhouse scowl
but the empire’s free for the takin’…

The wolf still lives...

Though the flint cuts through his flesh

Slicing its way down and across along its way.

The howls do NOT come, for he knows they are fools

Look how content they seem-how lulled they feel

As, even now, they lack the realization of his true strength

And how easily he could strike them ALL down

The wolf still lives…

Though they dig away at his skin and muscle

Yet they shall NEVER reach his soul.

He waits patiently, biding his time, eager to tear them down

Quietly he watches them without looking;

Remembering how they had made their plans and gone on their hunt.

They had set their traps, sunk their hooks and tolled their lines

But their catch is not done with its fight.

The wolf still lives…

Yea, hear the slow beating of his heart as, yes, it still beats

There within his power it watches for the time that is right.

They continue to cut down, deeper they go-his blood flowing redder

Somehow he lays still, calm.

His rage contained like a frozen sun set to rise any moment-

It sets itself on the ready, loose and steady for what will be.

The wolf still lives…

They hunted him well, used means less than honorable

Lies and deceit made them feel the stronger-yet, they remain weak.

The time spent was long, painful, degrading.

They cared not by what means they accomplished their deed.

Their acts shall now be punished!

Yes! Yes! The wolf still lives!

Even as now his flesh and bone die before them

He knows they shall NOT be sustained by their eating of his body

As he rises, rises above them to tower over their belittled selves

For triumphant he knows he shall be over them now

As knowledge of their actions abominates their lives down to nothing

And his righteous soul lights itself to the world as a victim, a restrainer of his rage,

A martyred, misunderstood gift…

The wolf still lives…

Forever now in humbled Glory.

A girl a once knew had a dog, or did he have her ?
Then she got another pooch.Walked them round and round.                 And round and round.
Joyless..... why I.asked. yank.her.here .pull her there. Sniffing.this checking.that.She.was dutybound to.walk.the hounds. Round and round one year then the next.getting rounder all the time
Dam..creature of habbit....chasing what.who is the hound.who is the rabbit.

I. Could see her sorrow at the end of the leash.fear. even.
A joyless task restrained restrainer.
Animal.trainer. To.each.his own.

I have two dogs of my own but I try to walk them and not let them walk me.

Brood to face the fear
Chief restrainer of create
To work that matters more
Dual directors of all fate

Both exchanges guide
To the very steps that lead
Potential’s portion pours
An opulent elixir bleed

Laser Fusion Rocket Engine
When a nuclear bomb explodes
It shatters everything at a molecular level
At the Point of Detonation
I would protect you from all harm
At Ground Zero no matter what
There are reasons we do not know
Just out of reach and grasp
But not understanding
For spinning worlds bring together
Twin beams of energy
Untethered from their restrainer
With whom they belong
No more and now as one
For theirs’ is love and more
Pass the mundane...

I wouldn’t say that life is fair,
but sometimes the wind blows in our favour.
We do sense tension in the air, every time life issues a disclaimer.
In life you may be coerced,
in to becoming a self blamer.

What bitterness and grief has life in store for me?
If only my good deeds redeem me from being a shamer.
You may mock me for what I am today,
but tomorrow to your deeds you will be a claimer.

Whatever good you do along the way,
will come back to save you when you need acclaimer.
On earth you have no time to spare,
on your target you should be the aimer.
Life can be shocking sometimes, but no need to be the exclaimer.

It’s little things that do count in life,
if to your soul you want to be a tamer.
A friendly smile or a nod of the head,
to your self-esteem you will be a reclaimer.
Or a kind word that might earn you respect,
or for which you could enter the hall of famer.

Honour your word and gain peoples hearts,
to your reputation it won’t be a restrainer.
Seek wisdom in the womb of life, to your dignity it will be a maintainer.
Don’t sell your soul for what it’s worth,  
unless you want humiliation to be your enslaver.