I need a cliche like a hole in the head
Hackneyed comments make me wish I was dead
I hang onto sanity by a mere thread
If I hear one more I’ll go off my head.
It would be better to say nothing at all
People’s trite comments never fail to appall
Go on use a cliche if you have the gall
But say one near me and I’ll have your balls.
Baggy green pledge..be mean one could allege
New depths seen to dredge vent spleen sledge
Obscene lexicon ledge to get that slight edge
What do you know here we go first blow
Folks well blokes pokes jokes at Stokes
Campaigner entertainer a cocky complainer
Yawn..forlorn well worn scorn of Kiwi born
Ropey guff about Bazball stuff being dopey
Out of whack flak attack now back on track
Aussie stacks of hacks on a have a go retainer
Haven’t forgotten when Jonny went Rotten
Lost his cool in that whole Lord’s Baz brawl
When Ben’s mens’ gall did enthrall and appall
So one trite slight after another in a row
In a cruel crow from our oldest coldest foe
They bestow their woe of “average Joe”
Get snooty about the beauty of our Rooty
Get fruity saying our defender’s a pretender
Won’t ever get one booty ton while on Oz duty
Just what you’d predict from a convict offender
You wait mate..till your guest & great contender for
Crest of Test best goes on a big spender bender
Those that stand against you at silent nights;
Surely, they stand together with insights
To clearly see your downfall...
But shame, greatness will appall
Their forever in shadows of your lights.
Amen!
Damn it the planet’s on fire
Concerning..right down to the wire
Burning on its funeral pyre spire
I’m for turning.. where’s the messiah?
A heavenly choir…so we can aspire
That learning will finally inspire
An endless yearning desire
Of spurning this friendless quagmire
Discerning things are rather dire
Churning of the palaver and ire
Mother nature does surely tire
Should be the crier & trier
Of another returning frequent flyer
Corporate pariah..or so called high flier
Deranged global warming denier
You can tell its hotter...getting dryer
The climate’s changed.. you liar
Mining anything shining..find a buyer
All about earning..will just retire
With their bounty…a comfy county squire
Or dicey fiscal rascal friar
Got devious egregious previous & prior
Pampered dining on pricey lobster & samphire
Us out of luck..stuck in the muck & mire
Tampered temperatures soaring higher
But no ruck ..chuck the entire earth in the fryer
They’ve scampered…we’re hampered in the briar
Does appall …no truck with their gall…yet remain a complier
Insane what they pluck.. yet we all still call them “Sire”
I'm ridin' on the range
And I'm lookin' really strange
Guess most folks I'd appall
Thru all the miles of pain
Thru the wind and thru the rain
Wearin' Pap's old chaps and that's all
Dreams do not resolve,
They only recall, relive, appall, and gall.
They replay the scenes endlessly,
On loop, over and over again,
With the final chapter,
Be it a happy, sad or left-hanging ending - missing.
The cure to the plague of memories,
Requires a journal written down when awake.
Recording a list of infections, inflammations and cankers,
With their reliefs in portents,
potions, hocus pocus, spells and concoctions,
Written down in the stark light of day.
Read and revived, sipped slowly before shut-eye.
Sometimes with a dash of a 'beg to differ' or two.
Or a sprinkle of withdrawal, pulling back to let was, just be,
Pulling the pin, stepping back, sucking in, retreating,
Chin up and jolly rogered to defuse the angst, stem the rot,
To clear the air and begin again,
Coping!
Mistrust is like a thorn
Fiercing deep into the skull
It's like adding salt to the burn
Excruciating beyond pain appall
Akin to disloyalty and treachery
Mistrust is misgiving not careful
Towards a downtrodden bribery
Misgiving against success is painful
This is crisis in attitude and morality
Without following rule and its sanctity.
If I died in a casket,
Will you be my basket?
I’m the bottomless pit
full of so much wit
What if I can fly?
Soaring like a lullaby
I’m this bottomless cement
I weep in mere lament
Like rainfall
I stand tall
Against woe’s wall and all
Hear me as I call
In appall…but on the ball…
I’m afraid of what lies ahead
I’m afraid of what lies beneath
Let alone what lies within…
But, you’re God-sent…
Why do I cry
And I don’t know why…
When did things go wrong?
I wonder…
Where you’re at
Am I but a black bat…
Baffled by bewilderment,
Cradled in the darkness before me?
Sorrow me not
Joy be with me
Let not time rot
For an eternity
Please .. be . with… me….
Sorrow me not
Joy be with me
Let not time rot
For an eternity
I’m colliding…
I’m falling away
Into the bottomless pit, I go
So full of wit left to show and glow and grow…
Know you’re unforgotten
In my memories…the forgiven…
But, can’t forget to regret
The things I put you through and yet,
I bet you are a lost soul
Much like me in a sense..
I’ve fallen,
But upon my knees
And again…
You’re not the one to please..
God is
Had been sad state of affairs
For all our pets no one cares;
Like what would hunger feel
Being squashed under a wheel
Are always things which appall
My poor pet nailed to the wall;
Soft skin with marrow may mix
Body will be hung on crucifix.
Should see pet boiled in stew
Against wall is where it flew;
What really would be strange
Dead body had case of mange.
Truly they really must be insane
Pet leftovers did go down drain
Now we know what they meant
Pets were owned by immigrant.
James Thesarious Hilarious Horn
be not to
appall-aged-eyes...
only to cease my politic-calls...
.....stan
Oh, Lilith, circled by that vicious snake
and draped by owl wings as a feathered shawl;
hair crowned with spiraled horns for evil sake-
of which the snake itself seems to appall.
Oh, Lilith, your deep, luminous red eyes
instill cold fear while shooting fiery glow-
with a blank stare that quickly amplifies
cruel dangers brooding- waiting to bestow.
Oh, Lilith, your fake smile adorns your face
with plump lips looking sweet as rich, red wine;
yet void of love and altruistic grace-
stay coldly pursed- a threatening, grim sign.
Behind you- Hell's vast underworld now burns;
your lover waits for you- engulfed in flame.
His fiendish craving spins and wildly churns-
as you join Lucifer in depths of shame.
Educated Ignorance
Written: by Miracle Man
5/16/2024
This years Graduation day,
is far from the norm.
The stages “Grads “walk,
are now a hate platform.
Thugs are making “Grad day,”
a day, easy to recall.
But for the wrong reason,
it’s now filled with appall.
What this country now needs,
is a much stronger hand.
Because force is the only thing,
haters seem to understand.
How I long for the day,
when this trend will abate.
But then, I know only God,
can rid a heart of it’s hate.
when more money spend
to me another bill send
on income depend
about game will talk
either was a hit or walk
or had been a balk
had been well rehearsed
for being best and not worst
in standing was first
when we heard God call
many sins caused us to fall
each one will appall
when my sins will hurt
God does serve meals with dessert
gives me a growth spirt
when we start to grieve
from the sins we do receive
will always relieve
The title said it all…
Thank you very much
Left an unanswered call
All alone and such…
I’m reaching to the top so tall
I loved you to the cold-hearted touch
Catch me I make an abashing freefall
I discarded you…you deserted me too and left me a torn-apart heart with a crutch
Danger zone,
Alone,
Descending beneath the surface,
barely
Below you and I
Before I make a go
The title says it all
The title nailed it to the cross of my forgiven sins in appall
I still will stand tall
Through it all…all…
Get back on the ball…
The title…says it all…(laughs maniatically and frantically falls on my face, laughing harder than ever)…whatever, I’m seeing all ablur
colloquialism to say is quite the trick
tells where your from by words that you pick
with diplomas on the wall
my friends I appall
when I go fishing down at the crick
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