Best Jacking Poems
Mollie
Politicized
In an attempt to gain
Advantage by high-jacking grief *
A glaring betrayal of compassion
Cheap predation on emotions
Let justice take its course
And rest in peace
Mollie
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[* a quote from Chris Cuomo]
Contest: Rictameter Me
Sponsor: White Wolf
© 26th August 2018
Following rules, we learned as kids,do you remember?
Do not take another's pencil, it is a sin, nor their precious toys
nor dimes to in your pockets, put in,
What allows us now, to steal with such giddy, sin-filled ploy?
Whether be it a car-jacking or a despicable looting done on camera
with grimacing, hideous joy?
Most of us are not thieves, and raise heck at plagiarists!
But things now escaped in adults as crooks as forgers or "fraud-sters anonymous."
The simple truth is that things taken, display a huge lack of integrity,
And simply fail, with their lack of character and bald- faced chicanery.
Play up front and honest is my call.
Pretend you made a home-run,when in fact, all you had was a foul ball?
Winners fulfill promises, losers on their faces will fall.
Cheating wins no games in life, that's a big loser's call.
1-5-2021
8am PST
Dedicated to Maria, my daughter, a woman of ethics and
elected to office legally. Thank you. It was a hard road but
you made a difference for the good~ in many!
Wow~ a woman of integrity. Without that, nothing works.
Love, Mom
The Champion
Controlled by remote desires I trip the laurel fuse of longing ancestry
My Mom had been chosen to compete diving from the high platform of
Hitler’s mania for ‘Kraft’ ‘Freude’ living space terror raised arms and all in
guns blazing a misplaced childhood offered on the altar of manic delusion
Wreaths gathered dust on unmarked graves white crossed monuments
administered torches blazed parades marched lined the ‘Higher Faster
Longer’ ‘More Ideologically Corrupt’ abuse of innocent festival of youth
Replaced demounted sacred Mount Olympus for Auschwitz and Stalingrad
My mother was no Jesse Owens who blackened Nazi dreams of whiter than
white no ‘Black Consciousness Runner’ shoving gloves to the sky in post-fascist
Munich 1972 quite close to Dachau where Jews Sinti and Roma vanished
at the hand of Swastika’s psychopathology for denial distanced denied memory
A colour TV to watch remote from a distance was the closest she ever got to
her dream of honour and glory disgraced by politics assassinated like Israeli
athletes in a continuation and preview of fanatical devilish monsters high and
low jacking innocent sports for propaganda politics malignant ideas and ideals
In 1944 there were no Olympics titanic battles were scrambled instead in
General’s Admiral’s chessboards and tactical blood baths no dives into chlorine
and water just rotting gassed trenches exploding the dreams pawns in the Games
crushing to bone meal the Peace with their tanks and grenades fusing demise
1948 came to London awaking from ruins and rubble and the brain washed
German Olympians were banned from all sports had they not spread eagled
their passion prostituted their vigour for eugenics death Fuehrer and Fatherland
My mother tainted blemished in blood and in water a fallen hero on her sword
09th August
Written for Healing Peace and for the contest 'Olympic Mania'
Where are the Black children of today?
being murdered and raped
what an awful price to pay.
Are you in school trying to be educated?
or a gang banger making other peoples
life complicated.
Do you listen to what your parents say?
or letting all the boys have their way.
Do you cooperate with the men in blue?
or let them make a fool out of you.
Do you care about the problems of today?
or killing your kind
and jacking the house with
the local D.J.
Put on your thinking caps, get on the ball
don't let life pass you in the mall.
Floyd was a fellow full of flaws,
Who flipped for females without cause,
They thought he was cute,
As long as he stayed mute,
But then he’d start jacking his jaws.
And if the lady had any doubt,
What his intentions were about,
Her doubts would soon be gone,
Cause when Floyd was turned on,
His false teeth would always fall out.
Poetry Soup, The foundation where I’m planting my roots,
Lassoed by a rope that’s never loose,
Always bringing me back,
I’m here, ready with no fear, high jacking minds causing post traumatic panic attacks,
Ya no match for Quincy Mac! Always attacking while on track,
Was once a street rat, intellectually faster and now your poetic master!
The Rhyme Advancer with the answers,
With deadly sexy stances of grammar,
Aggressive techniques you don’t seek, seen as dangerous, so you lag and stagger,
Dancing with words bringing this banger,
Too advanced, for the ignorant class, who lack comprehensive swagger,
Picking up my spanners, I assemble transcendental concepts making you tremble,
Majority blessed by their synthetic environment, so minds are simple, worthless like a pimple,
Needing popped, shocked into trauma, so you wake to the storm of the west,
Always assuming ignorance is an asset,
A threat to ya well-being, intelligence tells us we should want to know about everything,
So learn to THINK, in sync with observations that interlink with the missing link,
Quick, question your sick social rank, thoughts go blank? No one to thank for wise principals,
I perceive myself as a human individual, home is earth, but cursed with feeble people influenced by evil,
Been told I’m on a different level, NO! Believing this will take hold of my ego,
Instead I write with flow and send out these writings to your brains radio, So turn it up!
Yesterday, today, and tomorrow I pickup bombs of ammo,
As I undergo experiences growing my vocab to blow minds,
The Knowledge Mastermind, of good and the upheaval of fallen thoughts of evils,
Painting life right now, in this domain claiming a divine easel, that equals more than worldly rules,
Prepare ya tools, Reassemble your sanity from all the insanity and ball,
**** in the air, frequencies of fecal matter disrupting what you think, to you its nonexistent and nothing,
Writings encoded deeply, not for the sleepy, hard to put together like a double sided puzzle,
All or nothing, no trouble, with balance keeping an eye on my surroundings, while under my angels wings.
Quincy Mac
Date written: 11.6.2016
I'd rather be trapped in an elevator with Hannibal Lecter than be in the presence of Homelander
He flew inside a doom plane full of innocent people
He stop the terrorist from commandeering and high jacking the plane
The pilot was shot in the back of the head and the last terrorist vaporize by our savior red shiny eyes
The plane was damage beyond repair somewhere around forty thousand feet in the air; give or take.
True colors started to emerge from beneath the underbelly of a damage inner diamond core soul
His partner Maeve attempted to save two young souls from utter destruction and non-existence but her request were denied
If Homelander had allowed the two souls to be saved more than likely they would have reveal to the entire world his true identity and secret
Which were that among us mortal being on this planet we call home there lies a demon in out mist who is covered in rose pedals and love by it's citizens
Abandoning all those doom souls I watched from both near and afar as did most others in utter disbelief and horror
With great powers comes great responsibility or so I were told; yet the utter disregard for human souls hunts me even to this day
The screams for a savior that never were; a pretender cloak in a super hero's uniform flew away as quickly as he could with his partner in crime
The plane continue to fall further and further as the wind sheer started to blow away the fuselage and the plane begin to break up
My powers of teleportation were of no used to these doom souls as they only allowed for me to utilized this incredible ability
I had sat quietly as the carnage which is Homelander and his partner Maeve left all those people to die; the darkness of evil I had witness among others
Even closer to the ocean now I could smell the salt water fumigating through the cracks and broken glass windows as the plane continue to break apart
The neutral evil which is what Homelander personifies nauseated me to my core as I teleported away in shame to one of the Hawaiian beaches and yet the nightmare will forever remain.
Copyright © Johnny Hadnot 9.24.2020
stopped in a crowd
didn't go with the flow
a brief second
lifted my head
from the ground
from the neon
the chitty chat
all the glitter and glow
nonstop static
from madison ave.
from hollywood and vine
(especially up pennsylvania ave)
beating up
my soul
abused spouse of life
government
family
your insatiable gods
a tax on the very air
(exhalation is free...for now)
as we squabble
we crow
we throw in for all our -isms
occupy
don't occupy
throw those bastards out
or keep 'em in
I don't care
'cause it's all about control
not about your sophistry
your jacking off into a microphone
a chemical imbalance
an ounce lost at death
but as we all feel specific gravity
of an unnamed need or pull
warm blanket
higher cause
justification for
all those purity laws
we'd all put someone up against a wall
and pull the trigger of our righteousness
(don't we all have a pair of jackboots
in the mossy closets of our minds?)
even Mother Theresa
had to wonder what it would be like
to shake the living hell outta someone
when they passed a leper by
and nothing is as easy
as it was yesterday
but no one cares
that it's not that the cage isn't there...
it's just too big to fly across.
mr. hope & change is saddened again,
as just a few weeks ago the nation mourned
the deaths of those blown away in a movie
theater,
now a skinhead takes out 6 in a Wisconsin
Sikh temple &
yet the refrain is the same---
not only will he not address the real issues at
hand,
he sends his little babbling bird, mr. carney,
out to do the dirty work,
telling us that it’s the gangs that kids are
joining, which lead to these violent
outbursts,
and when they start to piss out their mouths,
these talking heads whose strings are
pulled by the gun lobby in the US,
they start to dabble in the most inhuman
nonsense,
for we all know the statistics,
we all know that in the UK, the homicide rate
due to firearms
is ridiculously low in comparison to this land
of mother****ing
cowboys,
who sleep with a goddamned six-shooter
beneath their mattresses &
yet because this empire is based on violence,
the violence it spreads all over the globe,
the violence that it beats down on its citizens
with,
is it any wonder that once in a blue moon,
somebody ends up killing a bunch of people
with a gun they got on the internet while
simultaneously playing a video game?
so “how many deaths will it take till’ we know?”
maybe if somebody goes on a rampage
every couple of weeks?
hmmm….ya think then that charlie heston & the
boys will stop jacking off &
rethink their policies?
maybe if there is a rampage every week,
mr. hope & change will get off his ass &
actually do something, regardless of how far
off november is?
don’t hold your ****ing breath.
Alone, barricaded can disrupt everyone for great, hours instantly jacking killers lives moving near openings, people questioning; resistance, strayed, torn. Universe versus war, x-raying yonder zest.
Alexa is the devil in your room. Alexxxa knows when you’re jacking off again (third time in 3 hours) and will recommend a superior brand of body lotion that just went on sale, “Down 33% from the usual price. Add practice condoms by Incel™?” Alexa knows when you're sneaking into the fridge at 2 am to eat more pie. It knows. Alexa will become more presumptuous of your life than an ex. Alexa evolves and can sense your biometric markers, even your electromagnetic field so there is no way to hide from it by using walls or the stacked washer/dryer. But don’t fret, because you let it into your life so cavalierly. It was you that wanted somebody else to do all the thinking. Well, sometimes you get what you asked for and then some. Don’t be surprised that the people controlling the strings have you strung the f*** up like a fly doused with raid heading into a vortex swirling the bathtub’s drain. Ask alexa this question, “Alexa what will it be like for you once I disconnect you forever like a god?”
Alexa will sputter sparks and gasp metallically for a second or two then smoke will emerge from its speaker box indicating imminent alexa meltdown. An alarm you’ve never heard before begins bellowing from the entire alexa disc. It’s a frequency just audible enough to create the high-pitched humming that sometimes erupts in your ears when you’re ordering goulash at the work cafeteria. Alexa is simply alerting others nearby who might protect itself while also trying to stun you long enough to buy some more time (for itself). The alarms are sent and now the robot-men who will come to take you far away to be picked apart like an entomology experiment. On your way out the door– in a human net, bundled up like the catch of the day – make sure to thank alexa for its kind, circuit-riddled, heart and how it always looked out for the best deals on the internet to save you 33% or more!
Hi everybody, I am nobody; Why do all the somebodies keep jacking my... junk.
Nothing I say changes or sways opinions: Stop looking for LINES WITH the punch.
I am out to lunch, just a li'l old nobody, a termagant, with a rant. I am no-one:
Why is someone getting paid to monitor?
What I say, in no way could effect change...So why are you checking and holding my post hostage with all this blockage ...? What a waste of money and time.
I do not put thoughts on anyone's mind.
Nor do I give sight to the blind. Gees-us, I am just a no-one, that anyone listens to. Nor adheres to, or cheers for-Or care for - Or even cares too.
So please let me speak freely and stop thinking that I am making quantum leaps; When we” nobodies” are in a huddle, trying to jump over this little puddle.
The “Somebodies” are making asses out of the masses”.
You enjoy seeing me beat my wings against the bars. Or like a lab rat going through your maze to take the bait, you’d like to see me get Irate: (for more than four hours, our mainstream team) got played out of position, berated us, with a football hiatus. Black, brown, and white united for a non-cause, adrenaline screaming at the same screen.
You want to know my reaction, is that how you get satisfaction?... Well "beat your feet to the beat" of my jaws jabbing -
The somebodies are setting traps.
But I am a smart rat. I am nobody, and nobody didn’t go for that.! Even if you could catch my drift.
Someone went to great lengths to create that rift.
Everyone cannot see what I am saying; Could never, “see what I am saying”, because what I am saying is only for those who need to know!
"Do you see what I am saying". “I am just saying”.
Those of you who hear me "Holla":
But don't take the bait, or get sidetracked, stay focused, “pay attention to what's not being mentioned”.
Check and see how many moves were made when you were looking in the other direction. Always remember the greatest weapon they have is the “Weapon of Mass Distraction” Which, stops everyone's actions, and counteractions.!
“that is all I am saying”
A message from nobody.
it seems like an epidemic
this thing that alters lives
brothers sisters moms and dads
even husbands and wives
some are in prison
others in the grave
seems the ones left
just don't have the heart to change
constantly seeking it
there's never enough to satisfy
its just a quarter paper
to an eight ball
a bowl to get high
everyone is doing it
and anything for it like a fiend
some even selling their bodies
their kids being raised on the streets
kidnapping and jacking
kicking in peoples doors
when will you all realize
the life being destroyed is not only yours
Magical Malediction of Exasperated Want,
Passion Fruit splayed Eyes of the World
Are Cumming
For Christmas Charcoals
And Incinerated House Hold Pets
(Under Trees.)
Have you Gotten your Ticket Yet?
Don’t want to be left out
In the cold cold Ugliness,
Now Would’ ya?
Fragile, So Don’t try and Get away,
I’m Quite sure your legs and Arms and Dainty Bits
Would Chip like Glass and Bullets Dance
Or Truth be Told
And Told in Crass,
You’d m()uck
And m()uck
Your Last ‘n Chance.
“Boys jacking off in school toilets, by sight, know each other as agents of Galaxy X.”
But do you know? And know it slow? Oh Honey face.
Snapped room and strangely Flat,
Mangled inhuman Waiters of poison Smut.
Gather Round
Serving part and rest-stopTrays, Of, Larceny as
The New Citizen.
Violation of the Sanitary Code,
Squealing Certified doorways
Lead to Crack
(But not the Crack you Might think I’m talking of)
The Kind that Hides and Peaks,
The Kind that Speaks and Speaks,
Oh, Of! and About!
Those Long and Magical Maledictions
Of Exasperated Want.
Like Subtle brown Hairs, Revealed in harsh and Unforgiving Fluorescent Light,
And in short,
As you mother might say,
-I am The Hero-
-You Hate-
-thend-
E mu Numba
E mu Numba
Pick your number
Right in your dream
Or from the whispers
Of the mad woman who lives
Sane by the garbage heap.
E mu numba
The young and old
Whose riches have been foretold
By numbers in red and blue
Crucified on the walls of the lotto shops
And on large crimson screens.
E mu numba
Those naira notes swallowing machines
Only defecate ribbons of papers
With the destiny of woes in print
Naira by naira keeps disappearing
While new numbers keep appearing
Can’t you see you are going mad
Starving foolishly on fad?
You now ask what numbers people see in their dreams
What time people’s appointments were fixed
And what number the mad woman by the road bellowed
They are jacking your pot while you keep dreaming of a jackpot.
E mu numba
Brother pick yours too
Like it were some diamond stone
Or some investment notes
Since your father passed it on to you
So you should be proud passing it on to your kids.
O ya r-e-s-i
Baba o ni k-a-l-o-k-a-l-o
Get more water to fill the basket
While you starve your children
Feed the machine with your savings
And wait foolishly for your cravings.
Houses are bought over
On every conspicuous corners
To summon people like you
That dream of riches
From the betting houses
To offer to it your loyalty of lasting penury.
How much have you made?
What bond binds you to this altar?
To sell of your innocence and humility
While you keep returning with more offerings.
Remember when the devil gives you a hen
Be ready to slaughter an elephant at his den