“[Designer] Bug” (poem / poetry)

Covid-19, the tragic pandemic,

[A smokescreen, covering a plan to slay them with],

It preys on the vulnerable, causing their deaths,

[The vaccines and 5G… redhanded suspects].

Things won’t be the same, for the rest of our lives,

[It’s taken generations, to get things just right],

We’re all on lockdown, this is the new norm,

[Stay put, while the World that you knew is transformed].

This terrible nightmare could not be foreseen,

[This chaos was craftily planned and agreed]

We’ve brought in new measures, the old ways are over,

[“Agenda 21” moves a giant step closer].

There’s a way for survivors to thrive once again,

[Freedom’s destroyed, you’re controlled and contained,

This pantomime is the new truth, screw the ‘papers,

Keep your eyes on the stage, not on its creators].

💕 Copyright © 2020, Chapter and Verse Publishing 💕

To say something is amiss with this pandemic we’ve all bought into, is an understatement! How and why people are dying, and what they are actually dying of is a matter of great contention.

This whole global health nightmare is a blurry mess, one that is distracting us from some frightening truths, which are:

• Covid-19 testing and figure reporting are both deeply flawed;

• The vaccines, drugs and I.V’s on offer, to combat viral threats are more lethal to us than Russian Roulette;

• The new 5G masts, being rolled out while we’re on lockdown, are killing huge numbers of birds, other animals, and more and more people, by means of radiation poisoning (initiating often fatal, virus-like symptoms), harmful frequencies, and instant asphyxiation.

• The Governments and other controlling bodies of the World (the WHO, UN, etc), are intentionally destroying our livelihoods and way of life, to create a new dependence on The State and surrender our freedoms, in order to survive in this new, sculpted, Orwellian reality they are ushering in.

If you want more insight, search up “Agenda 21” and “The Truth About 5G”, or DM me.

Love and Respect always,

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“Virtual Avalanche” (poem / poetry)

Watch the make-believe mountains, tumble and fall,

Things man created, with no mass at all,

Meant to show value, they disguise mediocracy,

The brainchild of modern day superiority.

In uncertain times, their weakness is obvious,

See the stocks plummet, while hedge funds are robbing us,

Money is a promise, an agreement, in kind,

But how should we respond, when our word’s undermined?

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Stocks and shares have always both fascinated and perplexed me. I mean, they’ve been around for centuries, but in this digital age, the stock markets can be manipulated in a heartbeat, honest investors generally get stung, while insiders get filthy rich!

Take Jeff Bezos, founder of Amazon for instance, just before the Covid-19 market crash, he sold around $3.5 Billion in Amazon shares, some of which he may no doubt purchase back, when the share price hits a low point and begins to climb again.

Imagine selling something, then buying it back for half the price. He could potentially make Billions from this one move, but it begs the question, how did he know when to sell? …and who pays the price for his increase in fortune? …the regular investor and the pension holder, that’s who!

The financial markets are a wealthy man’s and woman’s play thing, where the rich get rich, and the poor… well, you know the rest! So why do we continue to prop up a rigged system, which isn’t concerned with the well being of the many? Basically, because we’re told to, forced or enticed!

I personally think we deserve better! How about you?

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“Praying For More” (poem / poetry)

Desperate times, call for desperate quarters,

No sugar, for unsweetened cereal with water,

Some carrots, or a bowl of rice, is a good meal,

Things could be worse, despite how I feel.

But imagine you had six or more mouths to feed,

Unflinching hunger, caused by public greed,

Fill up on water guys, salt is a privilege,

You’re getting thin, I can now see your ribs a bit.

Bare supermarket shelves, collecting dust,

No faith in these firms in which we’d placed our trust,

Things look bleak, but I’m not even scared,

I just wish, that we were all better prepared.

Key workers applauded, thanked and cherished,

Without their bravery, we’d surely be finished,

Strangers show more concern than those in power,

Community spirit, helps our spirits flower.

💕 Copyright © 2020, Chapter and Verse Publishing 💕

Hunger is no joke, it’s also frustrating when you have some random food items left, but nothing that goes together to make a plausible meal… therefore, it might be better to view food items as micro-courses, and eat them individually.

One important thing to remember, is staying hydrated, as often when people feel hungry, they are actually more thirsty than anything! When you’re found in a situation where you’re short on food, be prepared to eat some things that you don’t like the taste of, in the name of survival.

However, even when you find yourself in these tough circumstances, remember to be thankful that you have any food at all, as countless millions have it even worse, as they battle starvation every day, a reality that only worsens in times of global crisis.

I have heard about and witnessed many examples of heroism and community spirit, people who look out for their neighbours, and even strangers, sharing the warmth of their hearts with others. This is the real victory in my eyes, and something I hope to see continue to grow, long after this pandemic disappears.

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“Hunger Games, Part Ate” (poem / poetry)

Welcome to your regular online food shop,

Good luck finding nearby delivery slots!

Go ahead, pick your shopping, put it in your basket,

Most items you need are… out of stock, granted.

If not, they could be by your delivery date…

We’re experiencing shortages, feel free to change,

Tech’ issues now mean you can’t check out, poor you!

Your slot’s expired, go to the back of the queue.

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I know we’ve been asked to stay inside as much as possible, but online food shopping is literally a joke right now, the automated systems in place to facilitate it, are more unpredictable than deep sea exploration! One thing you can bank on though, getting messed about, and plenty of frustration.

In addition, you’re lucky if half of your shop actually turns up, and if you edit your order after placing it, due to things that you ordered days ago maybe, now being out of stock, you might lose your slot entirely, have to start from scratch, and be forced to wait even longer!

Safe to say, I’m far from happy! Their websites and servers need some serious updating and reinforcing. I really, really hope that things improve soon, not just for my sake, but for everyone else relying on this process too!

Anyway, enough of my venting! 😆🤣 I hope you guys are having a better time of things where you are!?!

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“Pathogen Paradox” (poem / poetry)

Inaction is sometimes a powerful thing,

Like rest encouraging speedier healing,

In Pandemic Central, how you help your kin,

Is distance, not going to see her or him.

Less panic buying, means less people struggle,

Caving to fear puts us all in big trouble,

Being mindful of others, pulls us all out the rubble,

Expediting the moment we’re cleared for a cuddle.

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At the time of me writing this, the UK has almost 4 times as many people who have died from Covid-19, than have recovered from it, so our ingrained British defiance is clearly not working out for us, when it comes to combating its deadly effects.

Some of us Brits really have stuck two fingers up to the establishment, but in the process, have made our national pandemic situation worsen tenfold!

Did you know, that thanks to panic buying, a single person living alone, is allowed to buy the same amount of items as my family of 6 is limited to, typically 2 or 3 of any product type (when they’re available that is). Thus, large families like mine are forced to go out for food every few days, or we have to eat grass and leaves!

So I do feel like some things could definitely be structured better; I also think supermarkets have to source more locally grown produce, going forward; and we need to grow our own fruit and veg at home where we can, as soon as we can too.

Anyway, virtual hugs and good vibes to you all!

Love and Respect always,

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“The Chase” (poem / poetry)

Corona’ is after me, who’d have imagined,

I’d be hiding from a microscopic assassin!

Size isn’t important, in this case at least,

It’s tracking me down, hellbent on a feast.

There’s nowhere to run, nowhere left to hide,

The outdoors concern me, but it might be inside,

The Doctor can’t save us, neither can Terminator,

Let’s exchange these germs for seeds and germinators.

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The evening after my last post, the UK declared a full lockdown. The implications of this bear a heavy weight, not only for our lives, but our very definitions of society, and independence.

Apparently, in the last week, a whole swathe of dim-witted people went en-masse to places of beauty, in huge crowds, creating a further spike in new infection cases. Because of this, everyone is now paying the cost.

There can be no more gatherings of more than 2 people here (who do not share a household); we may only leave our property for work if it’s essential; for food or medicine shopping; or once a day to exercise; and anyone not following these rules, will have the Police to answer to.

Doctor Who, Bradley Walsh, and any other celebs can only entertain us, in these Orwellian times, not save us! If we felt trapped before, it’s got nothing on forced isolation! But, it’s for the greater good, protecting lives and our health services from meltdown, right?! That’s the verdict!

Remember, reckless behaviour gives rise to martial law! Be safe, be smart, and be considerate of others, I beg you!

Love and Respect always,

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“Bells” (poem / poetry)

Deep stress on the system, too much to fend off,

The alarm bells are ringing, and cannot be stopped,

This whole grid section has simply gone down,

There’s no power to smile, no power to frown.

The connections are severed, inflamed and enraged,

And no U.N. exists, to pull rank on this stage,

Until calm is restored, peace talks won’t begin,

So the first port of call’s finding patience within.

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This piece details the beginning of my experience, with the condition I recently suffered with, known as Bell’s Palsy, which began some five weeks ago. I can thankfully say that I am now fully recovered, hence me beginning to share my poetry again.

Ironically, this piece shares a similar narrative to what it would have, if I’d chosen to write about this Coronavirus pandemic instead, granted with the exception of a line or two.

In my case, I had to fight the urge to be busy minded; the urge to force my recovery along with facial exercises (which actually could have rewired my nerves incorrectly); and the urge to ignore the recommendation of bed rest; I had to try my best to be patient.

I think I did pretty well, practicing mindfulness; resting plenty; using the wonderful Wim Hof breathing technique and cold showers daily; showing gratitude for all of my blessings, despite my pain and discomfort; and continuing to eat healthily.

All that’s left to say is, where there’s a will, there’s a way, my friends.

Love and Respect always,

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