Last Edited Dark Poetry Poems (101)

counting days in somber dreams
wildflowers, butterflies and bees
the truth of this fallen world
just takes me to my knees

counting money and pennies
bonds, stocks and trusts
all games played by the elites
despicable venues that disgusts

counting lives that are destroyed
in laws, mandates and evil plans
sly and deliberately deployed
blood dripping from their hands

counting the ones still standing
with pain, sickened and lost
a war of lies against the people
and our freedom has been the cost

counting days until we awake
knowing, living and well
for love, peace and blessing
is our natural state to dwell

© Jade Anjoun

1. The company cited a handful of 'regrettable cases of injuries or deaths' among those jumping aboard.
It said migrants were jumping on board the cargo trains despite the 'grave danger that represents,' the Associated Press reported.

2. It cited a 'significant increase' & said stopping the trains would 'protect the physical safety of the migrants' as authorities address the problem.
The number of Americans calling immigration a 'good thing' dropped in a Gallup poll this summer.

3. That comes in the run-up 2 a presidential campaign where immigration is set 2 be a top issue, with Republican candidates hammering the Biden administration on the issue.
There were 184,000 migrant encounters with border agents in July, up from 144,000 in June.
Those figures were actually down compared 2 the 200,000 crossings at the southern border during the same period in 2021 & 2022.

My Comments:

If Americans and Russians are educated, then why start a war in this Cold War Time, including Russia?
This earth belongs to the Commander and Chief of Heaven.
Psalms 24:1
When Adam had trespassed with evil in the Garden of Eden
God had evicted them.

1. Trump suggests feeding migrants 2 ALLIGATORS 2 fix the overrun border: Ex-president says 'problem solved' in apparent joke
Former President Donald Trump shared a meme on Truth Social Wednesday that called a group of alligators 'new border security'
'Problem solved!!' the post said
Trump previously pitched building a moat next 2 his border wall and filling it with snakes or alligators.
By NIKKI SCHWAB, SENIOR U.S. POLITICAL REPORTER & GEOFF EARLE, DEPUTY U.S. POLITICAL EDITOR 4 DAILYMAIL.COM
PUBLISHED: 17:11 EDT, 20 September 2023 | UPDATED: 10:46 EDT, 21 September 2023

2. Former President Donald Trump floated a new plan Wednesday 2 solve the border crisis: Feed migrants to alligators.
The ex-president shared a meme 2 his Truth Social website Wednesday afternoon, which showed an image of six alligators with the words 'new border security' & 'will work for food' super imposed over it.
'Problem solved!!' the post also said.

3.Trump's commentary comes as border crossings returned 2 the levels from before Title 42 was dropped, with apprehensions hitting 8,000 on Monday.
It also comes after The New York Times reported in October 2019 that the then-president floated fortifying his border wall with a moat and filling it with snakes or alligators at an Oval Office meeting some months before.

4. Former President Donald Trump shared a meme Wednesday suggesting that migrants should be fed 2 alligators
Trump, who's running 4 another White House term, had pitched fortifying his border wall with a moat & filling it with snakes or alligators, The New York Times reported in 2019

5. During that meeting Trump had also pitched electrifying the border fence or adding spikes 2 the top of it, The Times said.
He had previously pitched shooting migrants in the legs, though stopped making that suggestion when White House staff told him that was illegal.

6. This month's rise in border apprehensions came after levels dropped off after President Joe Biden's administration ended Title 42 after a long court fight and put in new procedures meant to lower incentives & push more migrants in 2 an online application process.
7. After hitting 8,000 in May & overwhelming U.S. border facilities, border arrests dropped 2 around 3,500 in the intervening months, CNN reported.
Policy changes have fundamentally altered economic & other incentives, with new video emerging Monday of migrants cheering while hanging off the side of rolling freight trains on the way 2 the U.S. border.
8. Astounding footage of the Ferro Mex train was shot as the locomotive with hundreds in tow could be seen coming out of the Central Mexican city of Zacatecas as it made its way northbound on the 750-mile journey toward the U.S.

My Comments About This Issue:

1. First of all I can't find-it anywhere in the holy bible
or torah that the Savior said:
"Feed this or that nation of men 2 the Alligators."
Had Former President Trump had by accident
mentioned another nation of men that are a super power,
United States would had received a missile.

2. U have heard the former president speak calling it a "Joke."
Genuine Racism causes Genuine Wars.
Racism isn't a joke!
I wouldn't doubt after Trump had said that,
a number of foreign countries had shut their door working with U.S.
Law Enforcement.
In China there are over 100-Mosque's.

3. Outside the United States a number of foreign countries
they hate genuine racism.
It kills, it steals, it destroy's lives that cannot be replaced.
The whole world is our neighbor but genuine racism
they will never accept!
I wouldn't doubt that a few in number have already signed a peace treaty
with China and Japan.
Another note: Their Military keeps getting bigger and bigger
with other nations signing a peace treaty with them.

Damned by alcohol, our convict forebears;
Put a pub on ev'ry corner of old Newtown,
A night in Newtown - nothing compares -
(This suburb by its pubs, still has renown);-
Places for daydreams, and for quick affairs -
They are not formal - you don't need a ballgown;-
I can count at least five, or six, or seven;-
For drinkers, this is a kind of "God sent" heaven*.

This night a young man finds himself adrift,
In a big city - Sydney (to be exact);-
And from his mountain home - there is a rift;-
From what's familiar - he can't re-enact.
His former life - how reality does shift!,
Place and Time, and Time and Place react;-
So as to produce a strange perplexity;-
City life in all of its complexity.

A young man finds himself, at age eighteen,
In Newtown, in the dirty inner city.
A strange place, where things aren't as they seem;
(For a country lad, much more's the pity;-
In some ways knowing - although far too naive);-
So I must continue my poetic ditty,-
(By a ditty - I only mean these stanzas;-
Not the whole of life's extravaganzas).

My Newtown, (jaded Newtown) - an old whore;-
A faded jaded lady, down at heel,**
What you first see, you see, then so much more;
(Tonight reveals the bums, and the genteel);
Where students, derelicts, and junkies score;-
(She cloaks herself in night - so to reveal);-
Innocents find a fantasmagoria;-
If she had a ladies name - it be Gloria.

King Street winds, in serpentine complexity;
Like a river, down into St Peters;
Here you find every type of humanity,
From the wealthy, down to the Metho drinkers;***
Dulls the senses, of the night's black vanity;
A brilliant jewel, is to what this verse refers;
Australians, and other Nationalities,-
Into this melting pot now find finality?

The Beatles, and of Lucy's Sky with Diamonds;-
And how, at times, things seem like plasticine,
Trees, and palm trees, with their dark black fronds;
Lurched up before us like figures of glacine;
And paraded on the streets - the demimonde;
To Erskineville, we walked a dark ravine;
Through night's brocade - in all its strange regalia;-
To the bosom of the Rose of Australia.

Still, things seemed like an oddity we dreamed,
In this hotel Steve^, and I bought schooners,*****
The trip had not worn off (or so it seemed);
Overhead the full moon, white and lunar;
Silvery moonlight down upon us streamed;
I then wished I had finished my beer sooner;
As all about me patron's skeletons;
Were seen bereft of their clothe's curtains.******

It's not surprising, then, we fled the hotel,
And walked along the molten plastic streets;
Through Alexandria^^ - factories, and hovels;
Then, suddenly, the rain fell down in sheets;-
Before subsiding to a gentle drizzle;
Then we found ourselves on Boundary Street;
I said to Steve "I need to take a piss"
Beneath a street light - diamonds from my d*ck!

In this strange way, our trip came to an end;
(I think we walked back, but I can't recall);
"All's well, that ends well" ^^^- I can recommend;
You take a trip, or take one not at all;
Please yourself; although never do pretend;
That you have seen what I have seen - don't enthrall;-
Or guild your memories, with pretense false;-
Be honest now, and honest with your self.



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Dark as any bark on a winter day
Frost that clings to her contours
An outline takes shape in the rocks
Her sculpture worn smooth by time
Standing over an ever restless sea
A protective guardian over her tomb
Carved in the same expressionless look
Casting her gaze over all the lost souls
Forever trapped in the tranquil deep
Reaching back are tales of ancient times
She watches relentlessly silent and still
The generations of sea birds come and go
All passing by and falling under her spell

Monkeys prevail on our Earth;
Different species, from their birth.

Yet the same Common Ancestor;
(Well, that's in fact, who we are).

Vicious monkeys commonplace;
No Humanity, and no grace.

Fighting, vicious, and violent;
(We wonder where our planet went).

Breeding like rats, and taking over;
The lowest common denominator.

More gentle people - that's Humanity;
Not war, brutality, and insanity.

When will we learn, when will we rest;
And stop the shitting, in our own nest?

For paper money - worthless numbers;
Cities fall, countries are plundered.

And I don't think it will end well;
We've gone and made Climate Change Hell.

But while it stands, our Human greed;
Will always trump our Human need.

And, I guess, it's just as well;
That there may well be a Hell.

Buddhist Hell their punishment;
For that monkey violent.

Most not far from Animal;
(But I won't insult them as well).

Animals are innocent:
It's the "monkey" that is bent.

Cunning, nasty, and treacherous;
It's clear that monkeys aren't the best.

Try to be Human, try to break free;
From that simian destiny.


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I once was worshipped as the Sun-God Ra,
In that age, I was more benevolent,
But today I am, an Indifferent Star,
Heat, (trapped by emissions) grows more violent;
Born long ago - a birth in time afar,
I'm all fusion, and my heat cannot relent;-
So pray to what you will - it does not matter;-
As radiation to the Void, I must scatter.

A basic fractal pattern bought me here,
Generated quantum physics from the Void,
The human plague, I see, my burning sphere,
Does what it must, as fusion is deployed;
My hot ire is now what you all should fear;
And I care not one jot if Earth's destroyed;
If all must perish, because of human greed;
And the far too frequent spreading of his seed.

For in these Universes infinite,
I'm but one, of many trillion here,
There's other life - far more intelligent,
Each spinning 'round their own burning sphere;
The momentum in the System is irrelevant;
And burn, I must, as the Earth must sear;
For all this was started long ago;-
I cannot stop what is now causing woe.

Is there a chance, I won't incinerate,
The human primates, dwelling there below?
Your added gasses, that now incarcerate,
My heat - that melts glaciers, and snow?
The Laws of Physics, are quite inviolate,
And there's nothing I can do, to even slow;
What must burn, with my Atomic Fusion;-
I'm no computer pattern or illusion.

If there's a chance, then Man must act alone,
Take responsibility, for his own actions,
The overpopulated planet now must groan,
Because of Man's more stupid infractions;
There's no point praying to the skies, to moan;-
To beseech a non-existent god's reactions;
Man must face the nightmare he's created;
And his greed - which is never satiated.

For - you see - I'm but an Indifferent Star;
(With just so much hydrogen to helium);
And burn I must - as Man must drive his car;-
My ultraviolet burns his epithelium;
There's a slim chance, my rays, they will not mar;
Those humans to escape my hot delirium;-
Though Man must help himself - that's the principle;
For burn, I must - I cannot help the crucible.

That animals must suffer - it's a shame;
The "Twilight of the Idols"* is at hand;
There's not much hope that Man can raise his game;
Whilst he talks to an Imaginary Friend;
I've been called the Sun-God Ra - it's all the same;
It's time Man faced the Facts - to not pretend;
That a non-existent man, in the skies;-
Would care now, if he lives, or if he dies.


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I sought to find, I sought to find - and found,
Lost innocence, that was newly shattered;-
When, now that I had seen Old Sydney Town,
In her cloak of darkness, nothing mattered.
When all I wanted, was to find my own
Identity; my senses now were scattered,
Into the stars; now down in Old Kings Cross,
(My memory now grows a verdant moss).

So young, (they say), so young for a "street kid",
(Well this is what it makes you - if you stay);
Something to shock the Ego, and the Id;
To shock your very soul into dismay;
Where in this shady place, in corners hid,
Were ev'ry type of vice, and wicked way;
There's things you shouldn't see when your fifteen;-
Things that are a nightmare's waking dream.

So now up gaudy William Street, I walked,
Past glitzy showrooms of luxury cars,
Past girls on corners (before whom I balked);
And by each corner, with their lonely bars;
Past the trannies*, whom their wares they hawked;
(For a Mountains Boy, this may as well be Mars);
Past the Coke Sign**, and into her den of vice;
And anything you want - if you have the price.

Bright lights, big city, (so they say) - it's true;
Many moths to a flame, many moths destroyed;
And once it's seen, there's none forget the view;
(Even if thereafter, they then, the place, avoid).
Here's another street fight, here's another blue;***
And before too long, here's police deploy'd;
A gangster's paradise - men like Neddy Smith;-****
Now all these years later, we have Neddy's myth.

I'm on Darlo Road^, (I'm in the "Cross proper);
Past strip shows, f*ck shows, nightclubs, and such things;
With drug dealers paying off the bent coppers;^^
And all is well, and good - till someone "sings";
Then you'll see "what gives" - when they "come a cropper";^^^
(Their blood on the street - is what this brings);
They're called a "dog"^^^^; and bashed there in the street;
And afterwards; their face is like minced meat!

Still there's virtue, in the worst of us;
When the tattoo'd arms, of some criminal,
Would pull me back from the danger, and the fuss;
Away from things which scarred the mind subliminal;
And swimming in societies' worst pus;
With prostitutes strutting in their clothes minimal;
And most of them off their heads on smack;
Which was guaranteed to keep them coming back.

Though in this place, there was a kind of beauty;
Sometimes mix'd in, with the vice, and dross;
At fifteen, I was innocent, as could be
Expected; when I first saw old Kings Cross;
Still things run deep, and deep runs the cruel sea;
And many things must die, to pay the cost.
Some things, which died, inside me, at this time;
Now form the very subject of this rhyme.

So at fifteen, (and also still a virgin);
A young kid's eyes are opened to the world;
My education, somehow, had to begin;-
And so it did - in this underworld.
Drinking underage - most pubs let me in;
(My young mind swimming in the alcohol);
Of course these places also paid police;-
To operate in this place of vice.

So there you have it all;- "it takes all kinds";
And of this saying's truth - I have no doubt;
At my young age then, I missed the land mines;
By keeping quiet - a whisper was a shout;-
(Or could become one - in some other's mind);
It took so little for a fight to break out;-
Which could then cascade into a mighty brawl;
That was "all in" - a violent free for all.

Now the 'Cross is nothing like it used to be;
(Though some things do not change up there - I'm sure);
And She's expensive - in her gentility;
(No longer will you find the dozy whore).
With a veneer of respectability;-
And a little more regard for the Law;-
Pubs close early - with Lockout Laws in place;^^^^
And less young kids there, getting off their face.



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She holds relief;
In her hand;-
A few white grains of rice.

And down that river,
Now she flows;-
Forgetting all her vice.

Just half a minute;-
(Now before),
Her pain;-
It was so real.

Then the soft rose,
A plume of blood;-
And nothing now is sore.

She once believed in Castles,
And of fairies, and of Princes.

Now all she has,
Is this hot rush;-
And a dirty rented room.



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Our Nation young;-

Though still bound,
By convict chains;-

To feel that
Flogging blood;-

That goes down,
Through generations;-

And through
The years;-

Crime is in the blood,
They say;-
Bad genes.

Down through generations.

The bitter spite,
Against authority.

The gambler's curse,

And no one
Wants to go to jail.

We will fight you,
In Sydney.

All those Larrikins
And Hard Men

Nights spent drinking,
And brawling, in the Rocks

Now soft sounds returned;-
As the waves smack,
Against the Quay;-

Long ago;-
All those guts and gore.

And the flailing of the Cat*
On this newfound shore.

To see Police,
And still, hackles come up;-

Like a dog before a fight,
In bridled frenzy.

And Foveaux**,
On Norfolk Island was;-

The salty air;
And the salty taste of blood.



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