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War
Tyrants, ogres and ghouls
Witches, warlocks and fools
Parading throughout history replete
Preying on humanity and the weak
Enforcing laws and rules as they speak
No man or woman mandating insane claims
Has the right to proliferate nefarious games
Where all people are the enemy of the few
Hunted, accosted and trapped like a shrew
A reckoning is coming and it’s on the rise
All foretold by the ancients and the wise
Monsters, dragons and demon beasts
Supping on life blood in ritual feasts
Know that the ending of delusion is soon
The giants are heavily knapped and hewn
By angelic armies powerful and strong
Hurled into the fire where they belong
The egregious villains are destined for hell
Ending the stronghold of their cursed spell
© Jade Anjoun
Witches, warlocks and fools
Parading throughout history replete
Preying on humanity and the weak
Enforcing laws and rules as they speak
No man or woman mandating insane claims
Has the right to proliferate nefarious games
Where all people are the enemy of the few
Hunted, accosted and trapped like a shrew
A reckoning is coming and it’s on the rise
All foretold by the ancients and the wise
Monsters, dragons and demon beasts
Supping on life blood in ritual feasts
Know that the ending of delusion is soon
The giants are heavily knapped and hewn
By angelic armies powerful and strong
Hurled into the fire where they belong
The egregious villains are destined for hell
Ending the stronghold of their cursed spell
© Jade Anjoun
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Posted: Oct 2021
About this poem:
The battle mankind is surely going to have in these last few days on earth.GOOGLE, Why are you for art thou in our life?
Google, I don't really appreciate your ever present place
Quit trying to get up in all my business and my space
You must think that you're so big and just "all that"
When all you really are is invasive, pushy and too fat
Dial it down a notch we don't need you for everything in our life
Yeah, you are useful, but come on, you add to a fair amount of strife
We are in control and dismissing all the ad clutter is getting tiring
What we really want to do is some good old fashioned quitting or firing
Give us a break we're not all invalids, dependents or shopaholics
Oh, we're not using all the latest apps? Just some more sneaky tricks
The apps come with advertising and it is redundant and too much
Keeping us in over choice not to mention your sticky tentacles and clutch
Oh, Google, you were and still are the best of times and worst of times its true
As you've grown too big, too smart and greedy that we can't even bid you adieu
Yay, we're in a love hate relationship based on monopoly and necessity, its funny
Ah! It's the future! So we better put on our thinking caps and follow all the money
© Jade Anjoun
Quit trying to get up in all my business and my space
You must think that you're so big and just "all that"
When all you really are is invasive, pushy and too fat
Dial it down a notch we don't need you for everything in our life
Yeah, you are useful, but come on, you add to a fair amount of strife
We are in control and dismissing all the ad clutter is getting tiring
What we really want to do is some good old fashioned quitting or firing
Give us a break we're not all invalids, dependents or shopaholics
Oh, we're not using all the latest apps? Just some more sneaky tricks
The apps come with advertising and it is redundant and too much
Keeping us in over choice not to mention your sticky tentacles and clutch
Oh, Google, you were and still are the best of times and worst of times its true
As you've grown too big, too smart and greedy that we can't even bid you adieu
Yay, we're in a love hate relationship based on monopoly and necessity, its funny
Ah! It's the future! So we better put on our thinking caps and follow all the money
© Jade Anjoun
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Posted: Oct 2021
About this poem:
A little tongue and cheek rant on the pervasive presence of the controllers, and yes Google is in on it, don't ever think they are not!Confronting the Now
When we fell asleep last night
Did we wake into a world of fright?
Falling down a rabbit hole and then
Our lives and freedoms literally stolen
What phenomena occurred whilst we dreamt?
Were the evil serpents sent?
To conjure up the lot of us
In stages that are just treasonous
Our voices cannot be heard
Lines of insanity are now blurred
Why has the heavens fallen
And our hearts and souls called in
Silence gives permission to the not so pure of heart
Sharing the truth to rise above must have a start
When we stop fighting for a life that is free
We accept the heavy hands on the control key
For what give rights to some and not others
Forbidding reaching out and touching our brothers
Rulers come and go not without a battle
Rise up and put an end to the psycho babble
Look deep into the eyes of peace and tranquility
Knowing this is the true state of all of humanity
Contemplate truth absent of monetary gain and forbid
Succumbing to the false agendas made up by the wicked
Plunging deeper into a life of plandemic control
Becoming lowly victims in a chasm that takes its toll
Breaking free should consume our every thought
Because freedom’s fight must always be fought
“I know but one freedom and that is the freedom of the mind”
~Antoine de Saint-Exupery~
French writer, poet, and pioneering aviator
© Jade Anjoun 05/2021
TheBlissfulRaven.com
Did we wake into a world of fright?
Falling down a rabbit hole and then
Our lives and freedoms literally stolen
What phenomena occurred whilst we dreamt?
Were the evil serpents sent?
To conjure up the lot of us
In stages that are just treasonous
Our voices cannot be heard
Lines of insanity are now blurred
Why has the heavens fallen
And our hearts and souls called in
Silence gives permission to the not so pure of heart
Sharing the truth to rise above must have a start
When we stop fighting for a life that is free
We accept the heavy hands on the control key
For what give rights to some and not others
Forbidding reaching out and touching our brothers
Rulers come and go not without a battle
Rise up and put an end to the psycho babble
Look deep into the eyes of peace and tranquility
Knowing this is the true state of all of humanity
Contemplate truth absent of monetary gain and forbid
Succumbing to the false agendas made up by the wicked
Plunging deeper into a life of plandemic control
Becoming lowly victims in a chasm that takes its toll
Breaking free should consume our every thought
Because freedom’s fight must always be fought
“I know but one freedom and that is the freedom of the mind”
~Antoine de Saint-Exupery~
French writer, poet, and pioneering aviator
© Jade Anjoun 05/2021
TheBlissfulRaven.com
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Posted: Oct 2021
About this poem:
My writing expresses experiences from many cultures around the world that I've had the pleasure of working and living among and listening to their history, stories and struggles as well as in my home America. I fight for the freedom we all are losing everyday in the current fervor of fear this is my mission through writing.Confronting the Now is the battle cry for the revolution that is sure to come.
Jade Anjoun.
Money
Seems not long ago I could go to a game
Give them some money
No one to blame
Now I can't because of Covid 19
This new policy seems pretty mean
You have to buy them with a smart phone
If you have only cash
You are on your own
So they have you all worked up and it's absurd
Good luck if you forgot your password
Then the electronic money you spent will be a slur
When you're trying to go see the Brewers
I spent three hours in frustration
Till finally it was done
I got the tickets at last
But I long for the past
When greenbacks were just fine
And into my seat I would recline
With Mt Dew and a plastic baseball cap filled with ice cream
I didn't care about the fans who were mean
Cause it was all so simple way back then
When I could give them a twenty, a five or a ten
Give them some money
No one to blame
Now I can't because of Covid 19
This new policy seems pretty mean
You have to buy them with a smart phone
If you have only cash
You are on your own
So they have you all worked up and it's absurd
Good luck if you forgot your password
Then the electronic money you spent will be a slur
When you're trying to go see the Brewers
I spent three hours in frustration
Till finally it was done
I got the tickets at last
But I long for the past
When greenbacks were just fine
And into my seat I would recline
With Mt Dew and a plastic baseball cap filled with ice cream
I didn't care about the fans who were mean
Cause it was all so simple way back then
When I could give them a twenty, a five or a ten
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Posted: Sep 2021
About this poem:
I bought my first tickets to a Brewers game and spent about three hours trying to figure it out, cash is way, way easier!
Neighbors (part 1)
Once, everything finally set into place,
All got scattered out- deep into space,
Aliens, they're always watching me,
They hang with my neighbor,
From across the street,--
Strange lights and sounds,
As if making they're plans,
Speaking some language,
No one here could understand,--
So, I set up my perimeter,
Tripwire and landmines,
But, like angels from above,
Lights fell from the sky,--
(chorus): Is this real or in my head?,
What in the Hell is this?,---
Well, out came my neighbor,
Just as no surprise,
With a spacesuit on,
And a glaze in his eyes,--
"Why don't you come take a trip with me?"
"Good accommodations and upper class hospitality,"--
Imagine different places and different worlds,
But just like from Sling Blade,
He sounded like Carl!,--
"ah hmm, You shouldn't be singing songs like that,
you gonna scare these boys and girls! hmm,
Why don't yaw kids come on with me,
We'll go get some of them there French fried taters, ah hmm,--
(chorus) Is this real or in my head?,
Who in the Hell is this?,---
I took a few steps back,
And then I cocked my gun,
But, then came the military,
And the Air Force One,--
What I saw,
Please allow me to explain,
That Biden and the aliens,
Knew each other by name,--
Pissed off and hurt,
Well, my neighbor he walked on home,
His 15 minutes of fame,
That day is now long been gone,--
But, I still see him around,
Once in a while,
Staring towards space,
Wearing a smile!,--
(chorus) Is this real or in my head?
Where in the Hell is this?---
{{ The music fades as a Coocoo bird chirps louder; then,
different sounds of birds over sound into Neighbors
(part 2) Only The Birds Understand. }}
All got scattered out- deep into space,
Aliens, they're always watching me,
They hang with my neighbor,
From across the street,--
Strange lights and sounds,
As if making they're plans,
Speaking some language,
No one here could understand,--
So, I set up my perimeter,
Tripwire and landmines,
But, like angels from above,
Lights fell from the sky,--
(chorus): Is this real or in my head?,
What in the Hell is this?,---
Well, out came my neighbor,
Just as no surprise,
With a spacesuit on,
And a glaze in his eyes,--
"Why don't you come take a trip with me?"
"Good accommodations and upper class hospitality,"--
Imagine different places and different worlds,
But just like from Sling Blade,
He sounded like Carl!,--
"ah hmm, You shouldn't be singing songs like that,
you gonna scare these boys and girls! hmm,
Why don't yaw kids come on with me,
We'll go get some of them there French fried taters, ah hmm,--
(chorus) Is this real or in my head?,
Who in the Hell is this?,---
I took a few steps back,
And then I cocked my gun,
But, then came the military,
And the Air Force One,--
What I saw,
Please allow me to explain,
That Biden and the aliens,
Knew each other by name,--
Pissed off and hurt,
Well, my neighbor he walked on home,
His 15 minutes of fame,
That day is now long been gone,--
But, I still see him around,
Once in a while,
Staring towards space,
Wearing a smile!,--
(chorus) Is this real or in my head?
Where in the Hell is this?---
{{ The music fades as a Coocoo bird chirps louder; then,
different sounds of birds over sound into Neighbors
(part 2) Only The Birds Understand. }}
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Posted: Sep 2021
About this poem:
This song (poem) I wrote 1-18-11 should be easy to understand. It's about my neighbor and politics at that time and place; but, a few changes in my writing to fit into today. I once had a neighbor who claimed he was abducted by aliens and the way he spoke sounded actually just like Carl from Sling Blade. At that time Obama was president. This song is comedy.Ball Game
Take me out to the ball game
Take me out to the crowd
Give me Corona and Crackerjacks
I don't care if I never get back
Root root root for the home team
If they don't win it's a sin
For it's 1 0 4 and you're out of the whole ball game!
Take me out to the crowd
Give me Corona and Crackerjacks
I don't care if I never get back
Root root root for the home team
If they don't win it's a sin
For it's 1 0 4 and you're out of the whole ball game!
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Posted: Sep 2021
About this poem:
I wrote this parody of Take Me Out To The Ballgame last year when the corona virus was shutting down all sports. I remember seeing the Minnesota Twins play on TV in a bar in Minnesota and seeing cardboard cutouts of people in the stands.
Refugee
When life turns to cages
When you give up your mind
For someone claiming victory
Can we mention insanity
Or a feather on the wind
Gathering in the dark
Spreading across the water
We're running out of time
Before being washed
Upon some sandy shore
Avoid being squashed
Or worst fate in store
Won’t you hold out for me
More for a little while
I'm running out of time
Only just hanging on
Where is this all going
To get me out in time
Holding out for dear life
A beggar in his prime
When you give up your mind
For someone claiming victory
Can we mention insanity
Or a feather on the wind
Gathering in the dark
Spreading across the water
We're running out of time
Before being washed
Upon some sandy shore
Avoid being squashed
Or worst fate in store
Won’t you hold out for me
More for a little while
I'm running out of time
Only just hanging on
Where is this all going
To get me out in time
Holding out for dear life
A beggar in his prime
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Posted: Sep 2021
About this poem:
The terrible irony between freedom and oppression.
INJUSTICE IS COLOR BLIND!!
White cop murders Black again
justification true racist spin
Factually more whites are killed
at lying liberal's most skilled
Injustice can't be cured
believing otherwise absurd
Truth deniers consciously refuse
facts contradict their views
Origins of slavery fabricated
'original sin' falsely advocated
Sharpton race baiter scum
crying Wolf induces numb
Like savage's people desecrate
uncivilized action no debate
Deflection of blame ironclad
mentality today depicts MAD
We're owed they shout
wut chew talkin' bout?
IF victimhood would cease
culmination possibly peace
BLM vomit Marxist chatter
only black lives matter
Leftists promulgate Fake News
gaslight incessantly to confuse
Floyd's death was wrong
racism same ole song
Here's where I'm leaning
every heartbeat has meaning
justification true racist spin
Factually more whites are killed
at lying liberal's most skilled
Injustice can't be cured
believing otherwise absurd
Truth deniers consciously refuse
facts contradict their views
Origins of slavery fabricated
'original sin' falsely advocated
Sharpton race baiter scum
crying Wolf induces numb
Like savage's people desecrate
uncivilized action no debate
Deflection of blame ironclad
mentality today depicts MAD
We're owed they shout
wut chew talkin' bout?
IF victimhood would cease
culmination possibly peace
BLM vomit Marxist chatter
only black lives matter
Leftists promulgate Fake News
gaslight incessantly to confuse
Floyd's death was wrong
racism same ole song
Here's where I'm leaning
every heartbeat has meaning
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Posted: Jun 2020
About this poem:
Revere "Truth"Reaction...
last/added twk
STC 3/28/22
Kabul's new dawn
Like a pack of cards its folding
scenes like the last days in Vietnam
helicopters flying the staff out
while the Taliban
roll through the streets
US reinforcements will be too late
the games up, the day is done
Afghanistan will be back
in the dark ages
God help the women
the educated
the free thinkers
life now under a rabble
of backward clerics
and armed goat herders
scenes like the last days in Vietnam
helicopters flying the staff out
while the Taliban
roll through the streets
US reinforcements will be too late
the games up, the day is done
Afghanistan will be back
in the dark ages
God help the women
the educated
the free thinkers
life now under a rabble
of backward clerics
and armed goat herders
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Posted: Aug 2021
About this poem:
many running for their lives in KabulCouple of haiku
zipped vinyl mohawk
Anarchy for the UK
spittle and swindle
Sharif don't like it
Islamic Revolution
Rockin' the Casbah
Anarchy for the UK
spittle and swindle
Sharif don't like it
Islamic Revolution
Rockin' the Casbah
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Posted: Jul 2021
About this poem:
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