Great Explorers Of The Twenty-First Century

 

and as always
with the music
it begins..

so press play for flares of emanation
and vicariously live a lyric about a dangerous woman
for this mundane grande arena such a very apt song
so impressed are the responsible adults
slivering jangled
kidult beings near-distantly handled
they whoop and holler like pre-pubescent fans
gorging like gonged slaves before the timed amplified bangs trigger them..

the cross-legged little ones turn around
confronted and confused
when something like a whirling apparition slides into their view
and while the ufo slowly spins and momentarily hovers
down the aisle spitting out from the feathered dripping scarlet orb
beady snake eyes disgorge before them thoughts
and more thoughts hidden within thoughts..

backmasking the cracked looking-glass the reveal
it stands and turns into a huge and spiralling blonde-wigged man-being
and as oracles arise and rise
from the obsidian realm they sing
education education education..
and what are some of their favourite things..

oh yes the teachers are there
why are you asking
what a strange question
yes rest assured yes the teachers are there..

sealed inside a figure-hugging plastic pink dress and dangling bling earrings
he leans down and hugs a couple of the trapped infants
and as he looks the headmaster right in the eye
he licks the microphone lasciviously..

for this is his safe-space
the school hall his dancefloor
should we have it any other way
is this enlightener not entitled to be adored..

now stood in front of them all
he bends down over a chair
plays with that false hair thing
places a hush finger to lipsticked lips
flutters venus flytrap eyelashes
downhill it inexorably cruises smoothly from there..

some little ones search for rescue
stare up at the teachers standing on the side-lines
fearful and bewildered
almost as much as the teachers
teachers who affect passive half-melted faces
off into the farthest distances they stare
most dare not say anything
as the stone drips dry over their eyes
they have rent to pay
to pay with their souls but whose lives..

while she records the scene with her camera
one of the dinner ladies has a hand half-covering her face
her hand is visibly shaking
a student teacher also records with her camera
all the while she is gently swaying lip-syncing and smiling..

recently introduced almost everywhere in the civilised west
and scheduled to be a core part of the curriculum in every benighted place else
witness the roll out of this amazing scholastic magic carpet ride
brought to you by the most mysterious of magi
so far many parents seem to think it is all right
that must be true
for why else is their silence worn so lightly..

now up for grabs
as all the serried innocents are made to sit on all the parquet floors
as the strangest professors are now invited to gyrate before them
so what did your child do at skool today
a strange man played with us
made us dance
and while the teachers watched
he showed us some funny things with dolls..
and..and..
then we were made to play pretend..

so in other unsaid wordz
yer on yer own kidz
for we must all celebrate all of this
this is central to the rules-based order
so fly those rags proudly outside primary skools
and outside kreshiz before long eh..

and if you express any concerns
you will be deemed a wrong-thinker
and a hater too
and you would not want that
it could affect your credit score
and some people might tell on you..

you must allow the experts to educate the little ones early
the experts being alive to certain potentialities
potentialities of their nascent multiple identities and fluidities
so let us boldly and loudly celebrate kidz sexuality
for therein lies a delightful kaleidoscopic world of developmental possibilities..

possibilities that we should empower them to be and do
by statute let us decree kidz the right to celebrate themselves intimately
immediately
we shall presume with your full agreement too..

and parents who wish to protect so-called innocence
we shall declare them as abusers
for if they do not recognise such rightful needs of the sensual child
the defenceless infants will be made wards of the state
they need to be saved
too early is never too late..

misunderstood as predators we shall designate as empowerers
and positive influencers
and educators
and..
explorers and celebrators
yes explorers and celebrators..

so citizens of brics-plus countries watch out
you are next
we will slay all your resistance
your progeny will also be similarly safe-spaced
wrapped up with our colours and stripes
we will start the roll out in your universities
those are always the most welcoming of places..

your traditional ways will also be smeared and speared
our crumbling empires have not yet disappeared
they have just changed strategies and tactics
the hidden hand remains the same
and..
as has always been the way
we will have the last say
this realm is ours until hit with the solar flash
and somehow and some way
even after that
we will be back..

Dear Reader..

After uploading poem 600+, I thought I would share a few thoughts with you.

Again many thanks to all of you who have followed my writings over the years. To say that I am genuinely appreciative is more than an understatement. I feel truly humbled. In this day and age where we are subject to thousands of distractions and choices, then, for many thousands of you to decide to dedicate some of your precious time to visit and revisit this site, again and again, is absolutely magic. For you to then share your favourite poems from here with others..What can I say to that?

This site is now receiving at least many hundreds of unique vists daily; and monthly it is now in the thousands. This is actually quite encouraging for a poetry site that has grown organically, only by word of mouth, so to speak,and a site assiduously ignored, or even shadow-banned, by the mainstream. It has been a long haul, but so worth it.. And some of the folks that follow this site, religiously, seem to viscerally, not at all enjoy my writings. Yet, here they are, still following and consuming, making sure they don't mis a post...Odd, isn't it? For this reason, unfortuntely, the comments are still disabled. Although vituperative feedback, as always, can be directed to me persoanlly and privately, via email.

Many, many of you over the years have sent me messages not only of support, but thanks. And all are humbly noted. Your feedback, letting me know that reading these poems often help you feel less alone and isolated, and help confirm what you already know - that you are not going mad - also provide me with sustenance to continue curating my favourite headache!. And, yes, Truth is still something to search for and believe in. The fact that some of my humorous poems also provide you with many laughs along the way, well, that is more than just a bonus. We can still travel lightly, buoyantly. Again, many thanks.

I would also like to acknowledge here my gratitude for the quiet support and interest, from certain other people and places, nodes and constellations. Yes, I feel it..

Remember, it is darkest before the dawn. Well, let's hope that the dawn arrives soon. So, let us stay higher-minded. Your light is within you. No-one can take it from you. So, remain strong, friends.

I pledge, and promise, to carry on with the serious comedy..

Your humble poet,
Suki

God, Save Bored King Charles And Perhaps Save Yourself

a lip-reader claimed
king charles muttered this is boring
during the exciting and breathless build up to his coronation..

you see there was a very terrible unexpected short delay
so he had to endure an entire few minutes of wait
an. entire. few. minutes. of. wait.
while stationed outside the abbey
and all while trapped inside his diamond jubilee state coach
gazing out his window he observed oh-so-wearily 
this is boring..

so let it be written
trapped inside his unbearably lukewarm diamond jubilee state coach 
probably without air conditioning
he proclaimed
this is boring..

even while wearing silk gloves
the gold leaf filigree must have felt unforgivably tepid to the touch
imagine the embarrassment if even only one of his fingers caught finger-flu
think about how majesty magazine would have had to brush over all that..

so he languished there
inside his diamond jubilee state coach
for a few unearthly minutes
poor multi-trillionaire servant of the people king charles
is this the way to treat this top mason self-appointed defender of all faiths..

and how jangled would you feel if you had to handle such boredom
and all while trapped inside your diamond jubilee state coach
and for whole entire minutes
probably without air conditioning
or acces to netflix
or pornhub
or playful kittens on youtube
probably with no wi-fi inside
perhaps no airbags either
i would probably die of desperate ennui 
what about you..

so shame on us
shame on all of us
we must hang our heads low in shame
think of the empire
think also of the b-list celebrities
the selfless bee-list celebrities
who showed more patience than waxworks inside the abbey
all because of the unnecessary few minutes of delay
what would jesus say
not that he would be invited on that holiest of royal days..

dear bored king charles
please know
many of us felt your this is boring pain that day
but how we were all thrilled
thrilled and excited and enthralled and humbled and et cetera..
while watching the endless weeks of round-the-clock royalist propaganda news
in the run up to your corona-tion..

and on that marvellous day
how we patriotically waved our plastic made in china flags
while joyfully offering theological instruction to god
man woman child cat dog all
we all sobbed god save the king..

and dear god if you are listening to us now
for godsake god
save the king..

god
are you listening
save the king from everything
but especially from ever having to suffer unmitigated boredom again
for entire whole minutes
ideally fewer than two
really this is the least you could do
we really do not want to ever have to ask you again
so god save the king from everything
including but not limited to
being bored for an entire few unbroken minutes..

on the plus side
you do not need to ever save anyone else in creation from anything
anyone ever from anything
from mild death to serious boredom
so god please be reasonable
save the king
everyone else in the entire universe
you can throw in the karmic recycling bin
what a bargain
you see we are always reasonable
so god you should be too
now get on with it
you may thank us later
for god if you save the king
our king who is your king might save you..

I Pledge Correctly (Hark! The Transhumanist Anthem)

and as i go forward in reverse gear
empowered i righteously rail against wrong-thinkers
and as the grip tightens
uniparty
i pledge my all to serve the mighty godless bloodline..

i pledge allegiance to our depleted uranium weapons exporters
i pledge allegiance to collateral damage bloodsport though not plastic bags and straws
i pledge allegiance to state propagadists flexing their pecs
i pledge allegiance to fellow brainwashed pets and our loving vets..

i pledge allegiance to mainstream scripted-head pissants
i pledge allegiance to the late prince phil reincarnating as a human-destroying virus
i pledge allegiance to our soul-grinding altruistic entertainers
i pledge allegiance to our big pharma benefactors and who syringes..

i pledge allegiance to the civilising rules-based order
i pledge allegiance to all the stenographers without borders
i pledge allegiance to all the right-thinking informers and sensors and gaslighters
i pledge allegiance to the military-mafia complex gangsters protecting ourselves from us..

i pledge to consume all the steroids and syrups and injectibles in our food
i pledge to flouridating and calcifying my pineal gland too
i pledge to believe the tricksters and all their false flags and hoaxes
i pledge to be a fully-integrated smart city appliance for my overlord stakeholders..

i pledge to be chipped and to be a gladly integrated servant of the a-eye
i pledge to be its total-footaball zombie to be kicked around and enjoyed
i pledge to not be concerned as endless coincidences roll out in incremental stages
i pledge that my very transhumanist being can be copyrighted refreshed and erased..

and so i go forward in reverse gear
empowered i righteously rail against wrong-thinkers
and as the grip tightens
uniparty
i pledge my all to serve the mighty godless bloodline..
and the a-eye..

Compress

 

on the backwards march
through backwards-time drags me
flash-frozen memories
they rise as phantoms melt
their liminal loop-de-loop immortality
with supernatural vitality reanimate..

with the backwards-time serried
with searing flasback threads
the morphing character studies
this stray dog tracks the haunting ghosts
as i tend the weeds so gently
my presence ripples afterimages gazing..

on flooding floors i march
i feel for triggers and tripwires
camouflaged somewhere in the marshes
reminiscences of imagined belonging
bathed by shards of light and warmth
against the pounding darkness
a play of sharp relief..