FACTORY JOBS
Factory jobs
Ain’t coming back
Unfortunately
That’s a salient fact
Trump’s statements to the contrary
He needs to retract
It won’t happen by fiat
That’s presidentially backed
Factory jobs?
I’ve got news
Have gone out of style
Like high buttoned shoes
Stop lying to the people
You’re not Howard Hughes
You haven’t created a thing
Nor have you paid dues
Factory jos
Let’s shed a tear
Are past icons
From yesteryear
All but vanished
As they disappear
They no longer exist
As you might fear
Factory jobs?
Mr.President please!
We need a hand
To get off of our knees
You don’t wanna confront
HIS CONSTANT DICTUM
By: Cedric McClester
We hear him complain
They spied on his campaign
But the fact still remains
Finding the proof is his bane
Because as much as he insists
The proof doesn’t exist
So we’re left to ask why
He keeps telling us that lie?
Simply put it’s a deflection
He’s a master of misdirection
And it reveals his imperfection
According to a cross section
Of everyone who has been polled
Who’ve counted the lies he’s told
And if I may be so bold
It tends to leave them cold
See his constant dictum
Seems to be that he’s a victim
Of some existential plot
But what proof (have we got)
We who’ve been bereft
Have a need to catch our breath
Long after he has...
DROPPING LIKE FLIES
By: Cedric McClester
They’re dropping like flies
Wherever he appears
But we have a president
Who never cares
About the consequences of
The actions that he dares
While acting as if
He’s unawares
There’s only one thing
That he’s focused on
Getting reelected so
He isn’t gone
From the spotlight that
He’s coveted all along
He’s a weak president
Who projects like he’s strong
Meanwhile he talks about
Having turned the corner
While there’s an increased need
For a local coroner
He blame the pandemic on
A far eastern foreigner
And manages the virus
As if he’s a warrener
The fact of the matter is
He&r...
SANCTUARY
He said he was suffocating under the thumb of her love,
But he called her a breath of fresh air,
He said he felt trapped by the life they had built,
But he called all her booby traps home,
He said he was blinded by puppy love,
But he called her blinding love light,
He said the fire was dying there's nothing left,
But he saw a smoldering flame that just needed the oxygen,
He said he felt imprisoned by her love...
But the other man called her his SANCTUARY.
The Clan
Ireland, where the ancestors
rolled in a Clan, across the
open fields, and land
children of the family,
with an ancient seat at hand,
making sure the Stag,
would remain in today's land
While Preserving our Gaelic stand.
© 2020 Carol Natasha Diviney
Pegasus flight
Those directions that lead to the opposite of end,
riding those chosen ways just around the bend.
The deja vu of unsolved issue in mystery,
the rooting out in quest of truth, to please destiny.
Seeming different scenarios to please the image,
the shades of the mental eye and ego’s damage.
The self of self not aware and its references,
true responsibilities and its consequences.
The season of the chasing tail and many stories ride,
the moon in many phases adding to that tide.
Maiden fares with balloons on jolly noisy carousel,
excitements of dreams in a coming though spell.
Wondrous mental agonies from the same pigeon-hole,
while Pegasus law of love is a different scroll.
The extension of divine love gravity - to take off,
the intuitive flow by virtues law, all th...
The WhatsApp Group
Emotion: I’m the last to know.
Why does it matter
It’s mere chatter
It’s doesn’t mean nothing: Logic
Emotion: Comforting-nothing
but really it’s something.
...
Lethal weapon
I am a lethal weapon.
A weapon nobody must come upon,
A weapon ready to blow,
A weapon that can kill you,
A weapon that can kill me.
I love you but I’m a weapon.
A very, very lethal weapon.
Killing anything in it’s path and beyond.
I love you but I’ll hurt you,
I’ll do more than bruises
And making your eye blue.
I try to put safety but I’m still a danger,
I give us space but I can murder from afar.
I love you but I must push you away.
Better to leave you with a little sting
Than to kill you with my hot ammunition.
The day can’t fight the night
The day can’t fight the night
And the darkness will absorb the light
So when it’s dark and you loss your sight
Just know I kept up the fight.
Not to say I am defeated;
I’m physically standing (and mentally dying)
As a lone cub in the night, I fiercely fend
Sadly as night drags on, my fate is set
Beside all courage, I can soundly bet
That the day can’t fight the night
Like how the light can’t fight the dark
As we broil and tussle and war
We know that death wins the fight
Black Boy
At the beginning of time
they saw him as a slave
Now, it’s the police prime
to shoot him into the grave
Peers scared he’ll steal their toys
Teachers still stereotype that his a black boy
Expel him giving his future to the gangs
Either jail or stuck between devil’s fangs
Scrabbling through the trauma
Living through hates non-understandable
Unaware, untrained he’ll be a black man
Until then, neither he stays in a comma
‘Cause I don’t know how the black boy can survive.
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