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Since we had you PO-TUS
We see life as a game:
Where it was fun once
My whole life has changed
All my friends either white
Or black, not the same;
Let me tell you
Since we had you PO-TUS,
Lies you daily feed-
Fixed the game already?

I’m gonna try and fix this
In every way that I can,
Let me tell you

I don’t need no fake news
Or games to wish away,
So you can hang on there
For ‘nother four years.

Since we had you PO-TUS
We lost it all for you!
Your lies don’t feed us
My whole life has changed:

All we have present, bah!
To say the least sucks.
Let me tell you
Since we had you PO-TUS,
What greatness you speak
Is our cryin’ shame!


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Dunce Row


Now as I was young and under the rod of my pa:

About the living things on the flight as the crow was black

Brazen in their feathery gown

Taunts in their glance darkling

Over my dog ear’d workbooks about,

Felt I then as sorriest fool ever called to learn

My wings denuded and robbed of all their worth,

To scan lines that trotted like donkey cart to town;

Even scavenging birds held promise under rolling skies

They felt wind in their downy tufts and carried

About as learned lords masters and guardians of horizon

To whichever direction turned found they satisfaction.

But the promising smell of kitchen and what my ma

Would add as extra for my scholarship worked over:

My muscles heaved in unison, Heave ho! Heave ho-

My ears shut, and eyes fell to by a higher command

Over pages as bloodhound, no dillydallying,

No shirking I did it one fell swoop over the row of figures

And set the mystery to nought and I earned my prize:

An extra helping.


The Original is here below:

Now as I was young and easy under the apple boughs
About the lilting house and happy as the grass was green,
The night above the dingle starry,
Time let me hail and climb
Golden in the heydays of his eyes,
And honoured among wagons I was prince of the apple towns
And once below a time I lordly had the trees and leaves
Trail with daisies and barley
Down the rivers of the windfall light.

And as I was green and carefree, famous among the barns
About the happy yard and singing as the farm was home,
In the sun that is young once only,
Time let me play and be
Golden in the mercy of his means,
And green and golden I was huntsman and herdsman, the calves
Sang to my horn, the foxes on the hills barked clear and cold,
And the sabbath rang slowly
In the pebbles of the holy streams.

All the sun long it was running, it was lovely, the hay
Fields high as the house, the tunes from the chimneys, it was air
And playing, lovely and watery
And fire green as grass.
And nightly under the simple stars
As I rode to sleep the owls were bearing the farm away,
All the moon long I heard, blessed among stables, the nightjars
Flying with the ricks, and the horses
Flashing into the dark.

And then to awake, and the farm, like a wanderer white
With the dew, come back, the cock on his shoulder: it was all
Shining, it was Adam and maiden,
The sky gathered again
And the sun grew round that very day.
So it must have been after the birth of the simple light
In the first, spinning place, the spellbound horses walking warm
Out of the whinnying green stable
On to the fields of praise.

And honoured among foxes and pheasants by the gay house
Under the new made clouds and happy as the heart was long,
In the sun born over and over,
I ran my heedless ways,
My wishes raced through the house high hay
And nothing I cared, at my sky blue trades, that time allows
In all his tuneful turning so few and such morning songs
Before the children green and golden
Follow him out of grace,

Nothing I cared, in the lamb white days, that time would take me
Up to the swallow thronged loft by the shadow of my hand,
In the moon that is always rising,
Nor that riding to sleep
I should hear him fly with the high fields
And wake to the farm forever fled from the childless land.
Oh as I was young and easy in the mercy of his means,
Time held me green and dying
Though I sang in my chains like the sea.


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(News: A top US immigration official has revised a quote inscribed on the Statue of Liberty in defense of a new policy that denies food aid to legal migrants. So we have  a sonnet and a new title to celebrate it:-benny)


Lancet Anyone?

Not like the suntann’d squire of golf links

With executive rights whining from coast to coast:

Here at last foul mouthed, maniacal boast,

He reveals his true self and his links

To white supremacists Aryans and such kinks-

Tossed from tree mired in dirt ‘n ground frost:

Liberty shall no more be commended

Nor its strength restor’d, not until truth sinks:

Liberty for few is bondage for the whole,

Soul of nation so shall in shame suffer.

Show me what good has done for your soul

Than set the basest of the base to revere

And your vaunted freedom worse than a boil

Fouling and dragging down the body entire.


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O Drone you are down!

Like albatross You

Are shot down the sky-

In the silent hour

Hell keeps no account 

Of shame and glee:

When fools walk around flee


O Drone you are down!


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That’s life (that’s life) that’s what mama say
She’s saying what is not true-
May be for her
In her time but sure not for me:
When I’m young I know this life is all that
I have, that’s life (that’s life) and mama spent it all:
Some people get their kicks
Stompin’ on a dream
But I don’t mind what mama did with her dream.
‘Cause this fine old world of her is rockin’ chair now
I’ve been a crawler, a moppet, a drooler
A kiddo, a bloke and a jerk
I’ve been up and down and over and out
But I know one thing
Each time I find my feet I know life is out there
I pick myself up and get back for some more-
That’s life (that’s life) I tell ya, I can’t deny it
I thought of quitting, mama
But my heart just ain’t up to follow
And being old is when I have nothing more to do.


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A New Canaan
Of U.S Constitution, and the first
Amendment let me not discredit
Founding Fathers nor their sagacity:
Their New Canaan was but one continent,
Pity them, for conscience of pilgrims
Still shackled fast to the fleshpots o’ Europe
Cast the new resolution more o’ the old
feuds, -amid alarums and skirmishes
Taint the new soil, where bisons roamed free;
In the shackles of proud race the new
ever mire’d foul, they made their home as of old;
With their guns drew their fate in New Canaan.
OF Mans First Disobedience, and the Fruit
Of that Forbidden Tree, whose mortal tast
Brought Death into the World, and all our woe,
With loss of Eden, till one greater Man
Restore us, and regain the blissful Seat,
Sing Heav’nly Muse, that on the secret top
Of Oreb, or of Sinai, didst inspire
That Shepherd, who first taught the chosen Seed,
In the Beginning how the Heav’ns and Earth
Rose out of Chaos: or if Sion Hill
Delight thee more, and Siloa’s brook that flow’d
Fast by the Oracle of God; I thence
Invoke thy aid to my adventrous Song,
That with no middle flight intends to soar
Above th’ Aonian Mount, while it pursues
Things unattempted yet in Prose or Rhime.

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Maria . . .

Oh most thunderous sound I ever heard:
Maria, Maria, Maria, Maria . . .
Drown the beautiful sounds of the world in a single sweep . .
Maria, Maria, Maria, Maria . . .

In just a moment oh Maria,
Blast that sound How galling
Your name isn’t sweet anymore
To me.
I’ve just kissed a girl named Maria,
But suddenly I find
She is blown sky-high far/ from me!

Give her back,- and there’s redemption,
I shall pray like I never prayed before.

Love never die- it is cruel!

The most beautiful sound I ever heard.

You cant do this to me,



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We got sunlight on the sand
We got moonlight on the sea;
We got mangoes and bananas

We got dem all straight from lab

Hi Tech all in all straight from lab

What ain’t we got?

We ain’t got peace!

We pick and choose color o’ babies
We get movies, live streaming
Music whole day Android
And wanna cry when we cant!

I click what on earth with virus

That get between, what a joke!

What don’t we get?
You know darn well

I see nothin’ like a chance
Nothin’ in the world
There is nothin’ life can give you
That peace cant fix : So gimme peace!

Nothin’ else was built the same
Heaven here and now
As cute as a button thing

Like peace resting on my heart!

benny ( vacationing alas not in South Pacific. Ack:Richard Rodgers )

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I see a bad moon a-rising

I see Harvey comin on;

I see nowhere salvation

I see instead trouble.

Don’t go ’round tonight
It’s bound to take your life
There’s a bad moon on the rise

I hear hurricanes a-blowing
I know the end is coming soon
I fear rivers over flowing
I hear the voice of rage and ruin

Don’t go ’round tonight
It’s bound to take your life
There’s a bad moon on the rise.



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Ac.I sc.4 line 50 onwards


(aside) This Flynn thing gonna blow up! I am the Prez-

They will haul me and call me names of course;

I said ‘Comey must go’, Stars hide your fires

Many other men ‘ll follow ere I am done.

The eye wink at my hand though be little

Which the eye fears, when it is done, to see

My decrees obstruction go away!

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