Their ma & pa were Eastenders
Blah blah..don’t remember the Blitz
Brash Cockney pretenders..same flash apparel
Let's get our mitts on a stash of Aperol spritz
Dimwits just going on benders
Bawdy tawdry mockney skits
Gits getting off their t*ts
Twits showing off their bits
Who fits?..Identikit Brits..pout
All about the clout of gaudy glitz
Silhouettes of stiletto dancers & handbags
Riff raff as naff as an 80’s cornetto
Perms & permatans..sl*gs..fancy dans in glad rags
Rhyming slang falsetto twang libretto
Chancers on a stag..s*ag nip & tuck hags
Nags of WAGS made up to the nines
Brag after cocaine lines did blag
One snag..look like a dag in drag
All from the fashion label stable
No restraint.. cannot refrain
Grandstand the brands fable
Diadora diaspora ..Fila Villa
With a Pierre Cardin Jardin
Taint just like they do in Spain
Sex..success…the way you dress
Prosecco fizz...getting in a tizz
Gilded specs and builded pecs
Greed and that need to impress
Avoid don't feed this schadenfreude hell
That is indeed called Costa Del ESSEX
Nice shoes
and a fancy saddle
a beautiful horse
a gorgeous, gorgeous horse!
Oh to be, love and excepted
a graduier way for me to feel
a gaudy way for self expression
the silk you see is for real
owning and caring for
the whole ordeal
shined my shoes
they shine like polished steel
people of this hemisphere
an earthy more healthy
way to play
to sing from such a position
all can hear what I say
every sorted gesture
ah rhmns for singing
not just any ole way
this one has meaning
Oh til then
on we go
if you need
I'll told you so
aint no love
like you and I
When the world
opened it's eyes
a covering of clouds
in the sky
fruits for us
portioned to be
the offering of
my love for thee
You must think I am crazy
lap steel guitars
string benders
Bassey Grooves
and drums
Most votes went to Spender or Spendy
While few went to Thrifty
Who couldn’t keep pace
And fell out of the race
For he came up lame
Right during the game
But what was his name?
Who cares
Speaking of who cares
About Spendy or Spender
Because either of them
Will go on spending benders
Just to satisfy
Their central bank guy
Whom they can’t deny
And is the reason why
(Though most don’t know why)
They all voted for Spendy or Spender
And could care less about Thrifty
Oh my
(And no, Thrifty is NOT Biden)
And now let’s speak of Paparazzi
Who show us things that we should not see
They think they are so hotsy-totsy
Let Mama have the job
Yes, I’d prefer the Mamarazzi
I’m sure they’d show us how to not be
They’d surely take a better shot, see
As Papa’s such a slob
But now let’s move to Billygoats
Why can’t they be called Millygoats
They then would not be silly goats
Let’s give the girls a chance
And what of Lazysusan’s fate
Not fair, though now it’s much to late
I think that Lazypeter’s great
They’d have a fine romance
Unless he is all Petered out
As I am with this goofy bout
More gender benders left to scout
But now I’m tired, so Sue me
The first snowfall of the winter
Was predicted to be a real winner
Well in spite of all the dire predictions
We missed the worst of it
Perhaps six inches at the most
Driving conditions were not too good
With quite a few fender benders
With upset drivers
No violence but for a couple of hotheads
Margaritas in a blender,
Sans the lime juice, soon will render
recipes for all-night benders.
It's party time, with fun galore!
Supplies are low; it's time for more.
Against advice, drive to the store,
hit the wall and crunch the fender.
Your girlfriend's car, and she's aghast;
the evening going downhill fast.
Your hookup chances likely passed;
spend the late hours swiping Tinder.
Bombs detonating in your head...
What might that be that's in your bed?
You feel the rising sense of dread,
not so sure about the gender…
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A Zejel, a Spanish form pronounced 'the-hell'.
aaa bbba ccca ddda with 8-syllable lines (not required)
A purely fictional poem based on the pronunciation of the form :-)
Cave Kellers and Dig Wellers
David J Walker
Christians that go to hell
will have one
Hell of a story to tell
In the
Nick of time but no place to
Dwell among tent dwellers the
Cave kellers the dig
Wellers the rhyme
Travelers the street
Sellers and day
Sailors the night
Failures the pay
Traders the flesh
Peddlers the time
Piddlers the mind
Benders the fence
Minders the prime
Lenders the crime
Numbers the prince
Paupers the door
Stoppers the bargain
Shoppers the grass
Hoppers old teeny
Boppers and hogg
Sloppers with chart
Toppers and good
Coppers and hoola-
Hoopers and party
Poopers and hot
Peppers and self
Checkers and fat
Backers with back
Packers of heart
Stoppers and flip
Floppers and hot
Flappers and splish
Splashers and party
Crashers and hot
es and bad
Bastards
Christians that go to hell
will have no one to blame
in the hottest of flame
But one hell of a story
to tell
Are all things purposeful and sane,
What in this life have we to gain ,
Of telling others how we feel,
Illness makes life seem surreal.
I have not spoken of the time,
My time was less than I thought due,
Having Parkinson's I thought a crime,
Because it cut my time with you.
Ten years have passed, the time just flew
I put it all down to loving you,
My need was great, but you were there,
Giving me love as well as care.
Some people fight to win a war,
or fight the neighbours just next door,
We have fought the P. together,
at this rate I Should Last Forever.
Some got a pathological need,
a dirty obsession for that coffin wallpaper
They wrapped themselves in the black widow veil
of murderous deceit
For what?
To taste the yellow snow
of an unclean life insurance policy,
a crimson crypt guarantee
They’re willing to scarlet signature go
to the pit of perdition below
With the gnashing of their plaque teeth,
their lying gangrene gums
have a bottomless covetous bleed
Oh how filthy is the color of greed!
Their gain green ways
is dirty money laundry madness
A purple reign whitewash rinse
is obscenely falling at a Faustian pace
The prince of this world
got them brown nose benders,
those bloodhound coin sniffers,
on a silver urn lucre loco motive chase
But the code blue folly of it all,
the gold digger worms
do-do come to a flatline crawl
And that dollar bill cadaver feed
is a pink ink lip lust envy
for violet dye poison ivy —
A sin dung beetle sordid concede
Oh how filthy is the color of greed!
A short polka dot dress
doesn't belong here.
Amidst the predators
headless beer
dream benders
vulva vampires
cheap shot dead enders
so willing to blow hellfire
into innocent embers.
A dash of blackout.
Sprinkled into your naïve drink.
Sticky dreams dying
in a puddle of sunrise piss.
Daddy always warned you about the curse
of a short polka dot dress.
Bones growing soft- no summer glow
plows plopping out piles of salt
fender benders and potholes.
White knuckles and black ice
sun shower and petal
nowhere in sight.
Ice cubes for breakfast
polar vortex for lunch
wind chill for dinner
the snowman is hunched.
Icicles for a snack
winter has no mercy
there goes my trick back
but I got off easy
my neighbor had a heart attack.
Lake effect snow
drifting on the road
somebody froze to death
less than half a mile from home.
Dreaming of green summer glades
to cut through this icy cake.
For saccades to warm the shovel
Old Man Winter acts a lot like the devil.
It's a topsy-turvy world
Once-straight hair's now curled
From a putrid drop does
a precious newborn unfurl
Pry open the menacing clamshell
to remove a shining pearl
Swoops in an airborne twister
even rocks and boulders do whirl
Today mere commoners become
princesses, duchesses or earls
Benders transform lumps of food
into refined, delicate swirls
But poor girls' dreams die
in doughty aprons of working girls
burying rich visions of
fancy ballerinas who twirl
Her hair's so black, the blue is breaking through.
Centre-parted with furrow crown to fore,
Perfectly placed and kept in position
As pretty red ribbons bind the bunches.
Her face is crazed and tanned to leather.
Too many benders on Benidorm beach.
Her mouth is creased, possibly from decades
Of dragging long and hard on king-size tipped.
But her lips: Aah! A work of art in crimson.
Today she wears a short-sleeve summer frock.
Floral pattern with red to match her lippy.
Her batwings flap-flop like Labrador ears.
Her small white socks sit snug in hiking boots.
She is the little girl in the old lady.
Time corrupts. Her comfort, her addiction.
After her tour of town she sidles off
To swig Bushmills on a bus-station bench.
Guess who must help to carry her back home.
If you say you love Christ but hate Socialist dreams? Friends?
'Far Right's' brainwashed lemmings? My God, you’re confused!
In Christ, 'Socialist’ feelings are “love for one’s brothers,"
Not family, friends! No way Trump is Christ lover!
You’re ‘Stockholm’s’ new victims, though trashed not abused!
For the schemes that Trump worships serve Hedonist God’s ends,
What God is above him! Deny that? You’re dead!
Proof a fool, not a God, is the fact there are others,
A world that poop-pies him and won’t run for cover.
Trump parasite hates most more genuine Fred?
Are you proud Trump entitles himself to grope strangers?
Gold star! (that he loves his "adulterer's pass?")
A known cheat on his taxes as well as his vendors,
Court jester blows smoke out all vents like a **** star,
A steam loco-motion whose power's hot gas,
Seems he dreams a jail skin separates him from dangers,
He uses his kids like a terrorist might,
They're the blood that he drinks to just lengthen drug ‘benders,’
Addiction to self, that's at home just in "juice" bars,
Though Jesus was colored, Trump only sees white!
Long Tooth
October 19, 2018
Ganksta fools
coming at you incorrect
like thugs
Political dull tools:
Criminal IQ fakers
showing total disrespect —
Tick-tock bugs
Clock benders of societal rules,
indecent lawmakers
Cut the bogus tax check ...
Pinocchio ears on tapped phones,
sporting a swag orange rug
Bandito style old school,
Ruble.con hustle takers
pad the pimped pockets that Soviet forget
Leave no meat on the T-note bones,
give the pub a lick swindle hug
Sucker slurp the sugar cube rube voting ponies
Game the parlay bettors pool:
Earthworms vs the Dirt Rakers
House tissue money on a porcelain toilet
Rigged royal flush won’t payout right for any wrongs ...
So spit spin a Russian caliber propaganda slug
in two revolving roulette chambers of covetous harmony
Fifty cents to a thug dollar,
fifty-fifty you gon give
a doggy groan something’s wrong holla
Muzzle the lips wearing a Moscow collar
Let the enticed Oz eyes speak
in emerald envy locked jaw harmony
Silence! Colonizers of low pedigree
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