~ The Deadly K ~


‘Like flies to wanton boys are we’? No,time is in a spin’
something is more rotten in many states than just one’

It is the thrill of speed and the sight of human blood
It is the obsession to cut and probe the unseen-

It was a case of the ‘heir’ or the birth of a female’
It was the need for food and desire to hunt and seek’
It was the will to fight  conquer, to rule an empire

It is now to just loot and kill
It is just for blood to spill

It is just to shoot and fire
It is just to pay and hire
It is just to show satire
It is just to dig in mire

Kill Kill Kill Drink Drink Drink
Do not think what is the link
This is it on the brink
Do not think,just fill fill fill

First after Friday prayers
in the hall on the stairs
now on easy lazy Saturdays
fearful services on Sundays

Is there any day left to shake ?
The Earth will do the Earthquake.


Then what is it that makes the Kill?

retribution jealousy ancient enimity

You too Brutus ‘ you too neighbor’

eating sleeping or in premature labor


Hail Horror Hail’ ‘its  Satan’  or who so cruel

would spill blood and carry it on the shoe

it is no duel nor an elegant  equal fight

it is who ever has the ‘Might’ It is Right’

No more the Greek ideal state

no more the grand oration but fate

all then is destiny as the First Ever Call

whatever will get higher higher  , taller

is surely surely bound to Fall’


In Response to Brenda’s Wordle ~ 127 ~ Cradle of Civilization ~

WORDS for writing

peering cradle spirits clues pile rash claws apples three stories exile secret



why do I  love so much  the apple pie

I am not anyone’s apple of the eye

I may be the apple’ Ah’ in the high pile

tucked or crushed with a secret,may lie’

No one will ever have  or find a clue

what made me red , what made me blue

I never slept or rocked in a baby’s  cradle

my peaceful nest was attacked,its true’

shocked quiet innocent and shaken

I was across the barbed wire taken

promised freedom was in fact an exile

new life began in elegant refugee style.


what fires rage in the cradle of civilization

rivers of blood flow with the  desecration

not  Three, but hundreds leave stories behind

footsteps have replaced the ‘Claws of a Nation’

peering crying weary eyes,no flash,

fleshy pieces of bodies fly ‘n crash

death is rampant, all condemnation

what is wrong in the Cradle of Civilization ?



~ Miracles Sheathed Uncovered ~


Words to use in the poem:                                    sheathed breeze willows unbearable rustling fever

                                                                                           brittle charmed crusts mending piercing explosion

Explosion  created innumerable worlds

piercing yet peaceful stormy and calm

miniature miracles sheathed uncovered

stunning shining mysteriously covert

rustling breeze making willows weep

or  grassy charms for grazing sheep

demons serpents insects unbearable

cracking crusts cancerous incurable

One Lord Powerful Majestic and Great

One Fever One Life One savior of state

One Day of Judgement One Moment fine

of mending brittle soul,charmed in line.

‘Very Parfit Gentle Knight’


       Yes I was I  am the Knight

   The very parfit gentle Knight

   who fought in many wars and

   won many a stormy fight

   Yes I am the Knight’

   My place is now in history books

   In museums roads or central nooks

   In movies old and remade ones

   My sword is replaced by auto-guns

   Yes I am the parfit gentle Knight’

   No more do I find My Lady’s Grace

   no damsels in distress or dug ditches

   no princesses in towers locked up high

   I find all  lovely’  turned into witches;

   So where do I go for the finer stitches’

   Said the gals lovely’ Oh thats unfair and wrong

   ‘we the damsels have become bold and strong’

    we are the knights for our own sake n selves

     our brave story books are now on the shelves’

      we are the best and great women of the town’

      The knight is right that he is gentle

      but who is the actual  intellectual mental

      the time is not of physical matter

      more on the mind and ideas to shatter

      method and tricks have changed for the better’

       Said the knight so gentle and parfit’

        I am happy to see the change and sit

        on the pages of books with respect

        I wish to keep my figure and intellect

        Be happy All, I am the gentle Knight after All’

In Response to Brenda’s Wordle :125 ~ Bells of Intrigue ~


In deep dark shady avenues unknown

screeching flapping  owly  birds have flown

frightened by sudden sounding  screams

 shrieks and long painful groans

souls yearn for bells of peace’

hearts desire the flutes of Greece’

 living centers are splattered with stains

crimson cuts bleeding in pains’ why

poisoned powder is all over blown

‘Please answer ,why bullets rain’

souls yearn for bells of peace’

hearts desire the flutes of Greece’

 witchcraft,  in  black magic is used

sacred love relationships abused

innocents die’ pay in detention’, all

is unchanged in the 7th Dimension.

souls still yearn for bells of peace

but those that toll swing  and ring

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sound a sinister  warning,beware

of  ‘Intrigue Intrigue Intrigue’