This Christmas faerie came in determined to decorate our tree
It is our job, said my children Tommy, Tickle and Tippy Tee.
Stand back the aggressive faerie said, it is my job to do.
We tried to trick her outside, but she was a trickster too.
She flew around the room, decorating the mantle twice.
We were astounded, for a faerie she was not extremely nice.
Please let us do it, pleaded Tommy, Tickle and Tippy Tee.
However, she insisted on supervising the job of Christmas tree.
Why is the world becoming more and more aggressive?
“How do you understand this question?” asked Master Satan.
I mean that I see in the world. In real life. In daily life and in the news.
“Don’t lie. You never watch the news. You are always reading the news online.”
Yes. This is true. But my statement is correct. Right.
“Right. Or right.” Yes. But the right doesn’t serve the right. “The correctness.”
Yes. There is no correct law. I mean adequately effective.
“There are correct laws. The problem is human rights.” I understand.
“So, too open the world.” I understand. Many people abuse their rights.
Exactly. This gives a base for the immoral life.
So, life was better than when the teacher, the priest, and the judge ruled the village.
“Yes.”
Thank you, dear Master Satan.
Unexpressed anger building in momentum
Fireworks and sparks detonate between her ears
Brain literally threatens to explode
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Please don’t create all the drama
and then sit and ask why it’s there.
Say it’s okay but clearly it’s not
start in on the texting girl just stop.
It’s clear that you won’t just say it,
veracious words are absent here.
Either shoot straight or stay silent.
All I really want is a peaceful vibe.
Girl, I’m not going to fall into it,
good god you feed off of conflict!
Reel it in and just simmer down
easy to see why your crutch is THC.
Suture your mouth if you need to
sour grapes is not a good look.
I don’t want to play all these games.
Victorious are those who will walk,
exit alone rather than sit and squawk.
Throw an arrow, remember to sharpen it before it reaches it's end target
Who is naïve enough to cross your parameters of closeness
Capture this person whose mere sight you adore
Aim at their legs, your prey will land face first on the floor
Don't be scared, Don't you worry
This is how love is meant to be
Or why would cupid, on his smooth back, so many bad intentions carry?
Or why would the heartbreakers or cheaters not worry about their actions
If they didn't know, love is never a synonym to passion, but pain
To confusion and spiraling games
Love was never stable enough to stay after an orgsm
Love, they repeated over and over
Yet it felt like it had just slipped off their tongue
Bind love in ropes of promises, skim apart their soul
Listen to their heartbeat till the gushing of their bloody lies couldn't be ignored
You'll know when the prey gets too weakened, it can't move
Just fall apart into broken shreds of a beautiful story
Piece by piece, Complete the jigsaw pattern
That lasts people eternity, then you can congratulate yourself
You've caught your prey
I can steal the gold in ole Fort Knox
Steal the loot in a pirates box
I can steal a stone from Stonehenge site
Steal the cape from a vampire knight
But I can't steal you
Just when I might
He holds on tight
I can't steal you
I can steal a bike from a cycle bunch
Steal a dinner from a lions lunch
I can steal the gate where the devil stay
Steal so quick the time of day
But I can't steal you
Just when I might
He holds on tight
I can't steal you
A child brought up in a loving safe haven blossoms into a laudable sensation.Quote - Poet’s own
What is a home without love
Without care, kisses or hugs
It's a voice that's never heard
No one listens to a word.
It's the child that cannot speak
Cannot smile and cannot sleep
It's the heart bereft of song
No dancing or sing-a-long.
It's a fear that’s ever near
An aggressive atmosphere
It's tears that silently fall
Without gentle care at all.
Swerving in and out of lanes without
A care in the world. Great, now you cut
Into mine! Did you bother signaling?
Of course, you didn't. The impatience!
The rudeness! Flipping birds? Really?
Feuding with time could prove costly,
So ease off the gas pedal; stop baiting
State troopers. Reduce speed; you're
Heading home from work, or an errand,
I suppose, because the sun is setting.
Are you recreating "Fast Five" scenes, or
Living dangerously at motorists' expense?
Well, the highway is no NASCAR track!
I'm rather surprised you don't rack up
Speeding tickets, or do ya?
How about this; head to your destination
Half an hour early. Yeah, try that for a change!
Stay in your lane, slow down; you're begging
For an accident, the fatal kind. And quit
The road-raging! Should you even be driving?
Global warming leads to climate change;
that's why the weather is acting strange.
Pollution and deforestation;
now affect every single nation.
Feels like the planet's overcrowded;
people are scared; their judgment clouded.
Xenophobia is on the rise;
as folks harbor hatred in their eyes.
Everyone, it seems, is filled with rage;
we're behaving like rats in a cage.
Passive-aggressive is the new fad;
dealing with cell phone Karens; how sad.
Free speech fuels the spreading of hate;
condoning violence as of late.
And yet, we cannot abandon hope,
we'll get past this; we'll find ways to cope.
We are the masters of our domain,
given free will; we will not choose pain.
I pray that democracy survives
intact: outside library archives.
We may well wish we had it someday,
then realize: we gave it away.
Cleopatra’s aggressive cat made her look mild.
Conniving and planning disaster while he smiled.
Poisoning that queen, that prince and that king.
I think we should do every diabolical thing.
We never knew his name, but he had our number.
He walked with a cat prance that had a teensy lumber.
His paws were enormous, teeth wickedly pointed and white.
If you were not fearful of that cat, then you were not bright.
Isn’t it fun to be passive aggressive?
Subtle and biting, rather impressive!
Fact-free and spiritually dispossessive
Use of hyperbole: deathly excessive
Squeezed that one in, somewhat digressive
Some might say that crosses to the transgressive
(Authoritatively, overexpressive)
Now, I’m just bordering on the obsessive,
Cycling up and down, manic-depressive.
Or maybe I’m battling imunosuppressives;
Time for some fresh air, the best decompressive.
Silently undermining
Oh, what sneaky saboteur!
Simmering vindictiveness
'Neath his warm veneer
Date written: 01/23/2022
Mockingbirds Are Noisy and Aggressive
By: Miracle Man
July 19,2021
Sunshine peeking through a mottled sky,
painting a picture on parched ground.
A Mockingbird intermittently flutters by,
and from its repertoire a familiar sound.
A mate remains busy preparing a nest,
our red honeysuckle, is their spot of choice.
Fending off trespassers, not to be dispossessed,
while sampling me with its singing voice.
When a squirrel leaves a tree and is aground,
the Mocker dives and pecks until driven from sight.
With the male mocker you don’t fool around,
it makes the squirrel chatter, from affright.
It is said that an adult male mocker,
can make 200 different sounds.
I remember as a kid this one little guy
tough as nails and quick with a lie
he showed up with a shiner
but he wasn't a whiner
said he, I hit his fist with my eye
You give me questions.
Most of which I can answer.
Tested. Algebra...
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