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Connie Walter

Updated: Sun, 20 Dec 2020 10:14 pm

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Mother Lover of books I write to vent, rather than professionally.


So I guess that they've imprisoned us into this predetermined preposition When the truth is there so blatantly but we can't help but not to listen Because ignorance is bliss so we'll stay blissfully unaware As to the GMO's in all our food and the geo engineering in the air I suppose we'll go organic and refuse the water from the tap What about the metals likened to a subtle chemical attack Aluminium barium and strontium in the sky That all sounds too complicated so I guess we'll just comply Comply with their illusion-alised globalised consumption-alised economy We'll potter about through life trading our money for our time - what a mockery The top one percent with more money than the rest it's hard to think they don't enjoy causing premature death We'll pretend the media isn't cohesive to the government and the government to the central banks; they aren't obedient We'll pretend the people in power aren't just the puppets and the puppets aren't an illusion of the globalised plans of muppets Just like our senses can sense clearly Clearly we can clearly sense We can only see from red to purple It's not meant to make much sense 20 to 20000 hertz, that's all that we can hear Lowered frequency all around us much like the devil in our ear And when they're covering the sun and putting toxins in our system It's getting more difficult for us to try resist them I could go on about the propaganda instigating devision and hate The global economy heading straight to land on its metaphorical face The pedophiles in Hollywood The corruption in our history Or we could just forget about it all And pretend it's all still an incomprehensible mystery.

All poems are copyright of the originating author. Permission must be obtained before using or performing others' poems.

Blog entries by Connie Walter

I Call (20/12/2020)

Saved (28/11/2020)

Will (28/10/2020)

Humanity (21/10/2020)

Sick (13/12/2019)

Horses and Castles (23/10/2019)

Time (23/10/2019)

Be kind. (06/06/2018)

Empires, Peace and Mother Nature (06/06/2018)

Love Conquers All (29/05/2018)

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Paul Sayer

Wed 21st Oct 2020 17:23

Sunday 17th April 2016 4:29 pm

This day was a great day!
this time was the start of your rhymes.

There really is nothing more to say...

But I am guessing I will say shit loads more 😉


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Paul Sayer

Wed 21st Oct 2020 17:02

How I have not seen your amazing poetry before?

How is it you have NO COMMENTS HERE?

I have lots of catching up to do
reading all the poetry spilling from you.


Top marks

Bang on Connie.

At last, another who is aware of their awareness
Unlike the 99% who could not care a less
unplug from the tele
unplug from your phone
get back to reality
trust me; you are not alone.

There are plenty who have seen behind the curtain
uncovered the truth, legions are lurking
gathering in groups, gaining in numbers
us tin foil hat brigade unlike the numbnuts
they call us conspiracy buffs
terrorists, deserters.
When I look through my scope
all I see are placentas.
Sucking up the reality that they're being fed
On the telebox and internet, mostly brain dead.
Our governments never lie to us
They work for us, they all shout
They do what we tell them, now stop all this fuss.

Poor old Boris and his Bullingdon boy chums
Swooning about this COVID attack ravaging our lungs
What an opportunity to curfew us all
Most for this nonsense certainly will fall.
While the whole world is in lockdown
Their ultimate direly plans will unfurl
Affecting every single person
man, women and child.


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