In God We Trust
Resign
Free speech
None shall assert over peace
An assembly of law
Against the Union
Line is Held
Constitution is boundary
That all men aren't created equal in time
None shall avoid record of line.
Your position igniting and release of cinder
In citation of violation
As action as ridicule
Arresting speech rather than resigning
God In Which We Trust
Defines freedom of speech
None shall capture and divise self interesting reserves of provisional supply of the Union.
Creation of poverty's length is drawn against liberty
Starving allegiance
One origin of incedence is little Caesars thousand oaks
Indifferent by intent
Cliche Spending Patters in Petrol
Creation of audit
And mis alignment
Thank you for your submission
When did our country die
I really can' not say
The people tried to stop it
But it happened anyway
The government ignored us
The law we had to fight
We could not fly our country's flag
To us this was not right.
Pensioners were punished just for
Being old
The government did not care that
Thay were dieing with the cold.
Police were arresting Christians who
Stood in silent prayer
Our veteran sleep in doorways and
Our politicians don't even Care
But our citizens will keep fighting
As courage we do not lack
We will fight against all comers
Until we get our country back
Q: When a woman is having a baby, what do you call the periods of time between labor contractions?
A: Pregnant pauses.
Q: What happens when a restaurant doesn't sell all of its "soup du jour"?
A: It goes on tomorrow's menu as "soup du yesterjour".
Q: What do you call a group of witches doing their own laundry?
A: A self-cleaning coven.
Q: What did the prostitute say to the sympathetic arresting female officer from Buenos Aires?
A: Don't cry for me, Sergeant Tina.
Q: What did the cannibal chief tell his people when they were defeated by another tribe?
A: If you can't eat 'em, join 'em.
Q: What did two gay knights tell King Arthur when he asked them if they were dating?
A: We''re not a couple, we're joust friends.
Q: What's the difference between a vase and a "vahze"?
A: The price.
Q: How can you tell if a politician is lying?
A: His lips are moving.
Q: How would Hollywood describe a remake of "Day of the Dead" set in old Tucson with a score and lyrics by Andrew Lloyd Webber?
A: A zombie western musical.
Q: What might be the motto of a cannibal police force?
A: "To dissect and serve".
Brackish nerves languish and latch
like seashells clinging to the shore—
something in the water pulls them in…
some fervor from something
Familiar and Ancient.
I’ve seen your eyes before…
on too many arresting horizons…
how light hits your features,
colliding waves of my senses,
twisting my inner bitters—
wringing them out to the tactless tide.
Bitters melt in the salts…
nerves narrow and focus.
My lit up eyes drag against tidal forces and
you’re lost—drifting love…drifts…love drifts…
Love Drift.
Those dream-drooping eyes
are too knowing—too familiar—
which makes me whimper to realize…
you’re too bright for me to handle.
SPILLEGE SPOIL SYBER SIST-- Vogon Unofficial Anthem Poetry
Infused intensity of immense ignorant
Boils of blast feme burbling
Crackle and gilling clump coils
Of filament retardants…..coverings
Egos frost bitten frozen bumps
Cabbage patch dolls provocateur
Running ruins caveating wretch
Worldly scum virgate arresting…..whose
Developing deepen darts of daze
Daring divorced deities
Spillage spoil syber sist
Rope gatherings of responsive reeps…..what?
Tweet twik ti tork
Tweet twik ti tork
Tork twik ti Tweet
Wailing walls worship waters sung-songs
Of open offensives offerings
Spillage spoil syber sist
Vested virtues very vast
Undermining unfixed unumerously…..anthem
Spillage spoil syber sist
1/17/25
For Vogon Poetry Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Sotto Poet
So romantic love letters mailed
Now enchanted by the perfume smell
Amethyst art on cherry blossom card
Indigo ink drawing poetic little hearts
Lavender love language shines like star
Melodic moods within winged words
Arresting my heart soon as heard
I’m hanging on each silver sound
Living for love wherever it’s found
Gaslamp, Gaslamp show me the way
inside the cave, leave me there
where I'm safe.
Ain't no debate, Gaslamp, Gaslamp.
In the way, seeing no place that
I fit in.
Blistered with Sin.
yeah...
I'm creeping again,
yeah..
I'm creeping again,
yeah.
I'm creeping again.
Gaslamp, Gaslamp in me warming
my Chi, sleeping up in the Rum and
left over Whiskey.
Stagnated. I've never been the one
to knock for help, yet here I am.
Here in my mental man,
never rising back.
Scared and afraid of just leaving
a stain, an impact on this Earth.
I need to be calm, nothing more
than the son of beauty upon the
concrete.
Am I making believe,
or does anybody care enough to
caress on my cheek?
Resting me, arresting me,
and then admitting defeat.
Am I making believe,
or does anybody care enough to
caress on my cheek?
Resting me, arresting me,
and then admitting defeat.
Mysterious displacement of matters where
Spring forgets like fumbling fingers in blossoms
arresting visions lingering colossal
~jewels rule pastimes
Then Summer entertains those withering loss
call a drummer accost this way in breaths pools
beached conch shells malingering orange descends
~warms young beater's suite
A lifting Fall of memories beset heaps
across retiring boughs release the neglect
obliged astir spiced slumbers of golden birds
~chop resounds a weigh
Jack Frost recalled when Winter stalled -- cold resolve
blue glacier iceberg Irish temperature
pleased those icy treats cool in rime or freeze in
~luck pulls north-south poles.
S~ Scent of the shining, Pacific Ocean, eternally bless me!
A~ Arresting fog, may your droplets forever surround me.
N~ Nights of rainbowed streetlights, dance, engulfed by the sea!
F~ Friendships, ah,so transformative, we gave each other the space to be!
R~ Resurrecting the grand glow of our hopes and oh so shining individuality.
A~ As full, white clouds, we brought glimmering hope to humanity.
N~ Nights, we honored the stars and earth, with wonder and humility.
C~ Concerned were we, starting projects to end hunger, compassionately!
I~ I was more than blessed to participate in these fulfilling days of glory.
S~ Scents of fresh, amazing anitsef,another aromatic, scented story.
C~ Compassion not competitive these loving memories do be.
O~ Or it seemed like not a city at all, but anthologically, some divine country!
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6/13/2024
And though I’ve surmised my eyes with
Men in different lighting
I see a fair facade of girls and you trying to glide him
It’s just my absurd JEALOUS DRUNK TONGUE mocking
Maybe, or maybe falling is haunting,
Maybe there’s some magnetic force around him
That shall I feel too, but for I forbid it
For the lie of my life,
I don’t feel envy
For the lust of my life,
He shall want me
Shall for the love of my life,
Shall permit is to let him in my runes,
But if shall there be, for the loss of my life,
Shall turn him in my next broken muse
Here, I lay
With his arresting smile near me,
I can always
See why you would want him
For that, I too, want him too
His eyelashes sparkling like booze
That burns me DRUNK ON LOVE like a fool
His painted cheeks as flush, so pink
Oil paints my face in sweat, unhinged
His smile, his height, his hair, his hands
Are too enticing too excite me, so unfair
His simple brown eyes defeating ocean blue
Cascades my plan of “not falling for you”
Touché, I am LOST and so are YOU.
By the time it's officially Summer,
Without a doubt, they will be arresting me.
Presently, they are budding under the crape myrtle, which also will be stunning by summer.
Most assuredly, all of our plantings will be most pleasing to our eyes, and will cast their spell on me.
They will dare me to ignore them in the slightest.
Indeed, I will have been captured by their beauty.
My neighbor might even take a picture of them
As they stand tall between the cactus and roses.
I tell you; those beauties will render me dizzy, dazed
and dazzled, standing in attention like a patriotic soldier.
I must remind myself to thin out the cactus plant.
I wouldn't have to cut them if they were mature enough.
In time my cactus will burst force with yellow blossoms.
God gives my flowers plenty of water, and I weed them well.
.
Not the
Perennial
For
The flower showed
Past
Twice
Mine winterz
Mine prayer answered
That the flower
Be not the biennial
for
Appear yesss
Did it
For mine
Rest
Bloomed
Beaming
Thoroughly arresting
Sequestering
Mine
the eccentric
bard
Warm breaths arresting and caressing
As sublime as a summer breeze
Tickle and tease
That they do to waving pink cherry blossom clusters that cling
To their submissive obedient bowing host
The supporting wavering tree
The gentle finger touched breeze
Evoking such sweet receptive sensations
Sweeping folding cascading wave after wave
Anticipated expected but still a pleasant surprise
As butterflies flutter leaving silver trails on
Familiar or unfamiliar land that.show
Where they have been
Sweeping over peaks valleys and vale and brush
Tense and taught
Until the stream flows and floods
The now quenched flower garden
Where the bloom opened it's heart
The sun goes down
As its soft perfume petal folds
Closes and rests.
In Cork’s old heart
As poetic whispers play,
This district thrives
And tales hold sway.
Oh, Blarney,
A place for words to craft and flow,
In the realm of stories,
As hearts jump and glow.
Upon a lofty fortress
Ancient and grand,
The rock of eloquence
A boon to the land.
Brushed by the daring
With audacious finesse,
Bestowing silver tongues
Through arresting address.
Mists caress the hills
And folklore breathes,
A dance with the arts
Inspiration seethes.
Whispers of fairies
Their muse in the air,
Guiding hands in crafts
With a tender care.
Within the tavern's haven
Here friendships ride,
Consuming fish and chips
Verses by the fireside.
The Blarney Stone's magic
In the artist's refrain,
This symphony of creativity
An unbridled domain.
To Blarney, we toast
Where poems takes flight,
In the domain of crafts
We set minds alight.
Feel like I'm caved in; pectus excavatum; not worn, definitely weathered
Am I a broken man, a wrecked machine; that does not deserve to be treasured?
My heart feels apprehension; sensing deplorem
My arms are raised to this; arresting decorum
There's beauty within recuse; there's, however, damage in my eyes
There's no map to save my path within; just dead ends, just life's, goodbyes
This heart is a labyrinth compressed by metaphorical force
What if I'm not like any other?
Just a drifting ship; sailing existence without a defined course
Ancient unseen tears; do so smother
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