Pour it down, by Giselle Marks

Pour it down,
Let the joy invade
But it is a lie.
Crack a joke
As you sink another
While I want to cry
Laugh out loud
As everybody watches
As your spirits fly
Keep drinking it down
Long after enough
Answer me, why, why
Why?

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Candlelit Dinner by Giselle Marks

Imagine, imagine a candlelit dinner –
Shut my eyes – let the air grow thinner
Sail away on a moon-drenched dream
Breathe in an idyllic Caribbean scene.
Let the sea lap gently at the shore
Feel the breeze tickle ev’ry single pore.
Hear nature chirrup and call out loud
Allow happiness to make me proud.

I can write such a sweet romance
My words the picture can enhance
Live vicariously through others’ eyes
Fiction’s perfumed smoke of lies
Wrestle monsters in fabled halls
Bedazzling magic distantly calls
Expelling the ugly enemies of life
Poverty, war, disease and strife.

The grisly four mount up their horses
Fated to destroy man’s resources
Should we scapegoat an allegory?
Because life is only transitory.
Letting phantasms take the blame
For polluting life’s perfect flame
Powers have long been maligned
But the worst evil is mankind.

Frightened Men by Giselle Marks

Men are scared
Men are angry
Men deny that it is true

They say –
It was long ago
It was not wrong
It wasn’t so very bad

Women accuse men
Women are angry
Men say –
Women must be telling lies

Women say –
Men groped
Men raped
Men are still telling lies

Men say –
It is not proven
It is so unfair
But men are getting fired

One woman says
Two women say
Many women say the same
How many will prove it true?

Down with fake news by Giselle Marks

I really need to have my say

Truthfulness has been lost today

Alternate news should go away

Lies should not be allowed to pay

I worry children will be swayed

Believing falsehoods are OK.

If adults lie, how can they weigh

simple truth against common clay.

Don’t twist, bend or let words stray

Speak only truth and I’ll shout hurrah!

World View by Giselle Marks

It’s hard to gaze so far afield

hard to see more than just Mann

hard when distance has concealed

the world outside. I can only scan

from media within my home.

 

Filtered through another’s mind

aspects which with care are picked

the earth is more than humankind

love or hate choose to inflict

on nature wherever they roam.

 

Around me, beauty uncontrolled

the ocean, sky and ‘neath me land

life mighier than you’ve been told

marred only by what man has planned

made from concrete, plastic, chrome.

Tapeworm by Giselle Marks

I love nature, the world is so fine

everything’s in its proper place,

even me here in mine.

But some days I consider

if creepy crawlies would be missed.

Spiders kill flies which is good

and leeches cleanse the blood,

but do tapeworms need to exist?

 ..

Bees and worms are of great use

pollenating flowers and making honey

while the worms break down refuse

to help us survive and make money.

A tick is something I cannot justify

they spread disease to all who pass.

I look at today’s political farce

A similarity occurs I need to ratify.

..

The tick is too small to really compare

with the revulsion I feel for this bugbear.

But tapeworms are ugly parasites

they take the food that’s yours by rights.

Slimy, foul and very unpleasant

should I just say the non-president.

.. 

Hold him supreme?

What a stupid dream!

The office he’s not worthy of

as he destroys all you love.

He makes me squirm

More than the tapeworm.

Crones by Giselle Marks

I don’t like the word crone

I doubt that I am alone

In feeling women should never

Ever

Be called by it

It is not a matter of if, the cap fit

-ted but that men when old

and grumpy are not called scold.

Cantankerous may be true

But Crones are ugly through and through.

So don’t objectify us

Crone is almost a cuss

word. And we should fight

for the right

to be treated with respect.

So crone deserves neglect

to protect

and redirect

the misogyny of mankind

because it is cruel and unkind.