Best Mudslinging Poems
To be blocked, it’s black and white or grey as a rock.
You can exist and be present, like floating particles in the air,
no mudslinging expressed but someone will make it their nosy affair.
Then a block, no valid reason for them to act like an angry cock!
A childish act of them trying to grasp a little control,
But they’ll end up acting like the biggest troll.
Past behavior often predicts their present one,
it’s only a matter of time before they’ll run.
I will never use my control to cowardly block,
instead, I'll enjoy reading real poetry around the clock.
Not AI generated with flowery alliterated words,
Or full of garbled rhymes that are just plain absurd.
What is life?
Life is just eating, sleeping and making sex
to show your identity
that, you have strength enough
to produce kid, to earn your bread and butter
to nurture your child
And to prove the society
that, you have not added any extra burden
etc, etc, etc........
Am I right ?
No, no, no, no......................
Then, tell me "What is life ?"
Life is playing cricket, playing tennis, playing football
and playing other popular games
to show your talent
in front of the people
that, you have strength enough
to make record after record
to create a space in the hearts of people
to generate crores of fan
to reach new heights
to earn million and trillion dollars
etc, etc, etc.........................
Am I right ?
No, no, no, no.......................
Then, tell me :"What is life ?"
Life is doing politics
defeating opposition and capturing power
enhancing growth and accelerating development
and to show your strength
in front of the people
that, you have muscle
to do anything you want
by creating turbulence to execute your need
by killing democracy to capture chair
by mudslinging to cover up your weakness
by blaming rivals to increase pressure on them
etc, etc, etc...................................
Am I right ?
No, no,no,no................................
Then tell me "What is life ?"
You may be a player,may be a politician, may be an actor
whatever you may be
first of all you are a human being
you should have,
a prudent brain, to read the face of innocent
a broad heart, to house billion hearts within you
two strong arms, to extend support to the needy
Yes,
you may not have any penny
but, If you will have a sacred soul
to feed a poor by saving a single bread from you
Then,
time will definitely come
whole world will salute you.
Am I right ?
Then, tell me "Is it life"
Yes,yes,yes...........
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Let us play holi holi.....
With the color of saffron,
to inject stimulant
into the vein of every Indian,
to raise voice against monopoly,
to trigger rifle against terrorists,
to fight against corruption
and to pen against
Mudslinging, violence and sedition.
After all,
Forgetting everything....
We should focus our approach
for the integrity of our nation.....(1)
Let us play holi holi
With the color of white,
to spread the message of peace
among every Indian,
to enhance brotherhood,
to excel patriotism.
to augment love & affection,
and to kill
selfishness, intolerance and discrimination.
After all,
forgetting everything....
We should focus our approach
for the purity of our nation.
Let us play holi holi
With the color of green,
to expedite growth of farmers
across the country,
to increase production,
to improve education,
to minimize ailment,
and to end
poverty, unemployment and stagnation.
After all,
forgetting everything.......
We should focus our approach
for the growth of our nation.
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Note: Holi is one of the sacred festival of India. It is a festival of colors. Here I invite all of you to play holi with tricolors of our national flag i.e. saffron, white and green.
Reining in jet-black steed;
Rangle for her falcon.
Repugnant mudslinging,
Risible in content,
Rankled those in the know.
Recent loss of soulmate;
Ravens smudge the teal sky.
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GLOSSARY
Queen Elizabeth II had a good seat, and her love of horses is well documented. [Edited]
Throughout the ages, falconry has been considered the sport of kings. In falconry, ‘rangle’ is a term used for small stones which are fed to hawks to aid in digestion.
The exposé led by her grandson, Prince Harry, had divided a nation—a number of assertions made, have been proven to be false.
Queen Elizabeth II lost her husband on 9 April 2021, whom she had viewed as her soulmate.
A group of at least six captive ravens are resident at the Tower of London. Their presence is traditionally believed to protect The Crown and the Tower; a superstition holds that "if the Tower of London ravens are lost or fly away, the Crown will fall and Britain with it."
The sow beauty queen’s
favorite color is money green
The cloven jaw cutie’s
favorite sound is “cha-ching”
Miss Piggy Lips loves how the cash registers
throughout the land constantly rings
That jade oinkment noise
is a pigmentary salve to her greedy soul
She’s got a glut appetite for mo’ and mo’
Her imperial motto is:
“Mo’ money means mo’ toga rest,
and much less queen bee stress”
This regal swine loves to sit
in her towering pleasure palace pigpen,
and peso whine
and ruble dine
Miss Piggy Lips,
with the Pillsbury hips,
enjoys wallowing in the miry green dough
Mudslinging filthy lucre nods covetously so
Miss Piggy Lips,
with the greasy palm grip,
silver tongue yields coin swallowing squeals
Jade oinkment noise forfeits her unpaid bills
This oral apothecary fatty substance
is pocketbook soothing to the queen Midas soul
Gold pursed lip smacking
is how this triple jowl lady low down dirty roll
Those hog heaven eyes
got them snout gobbled green eggs
gulp hasty safely cracking
Her pigmentary belly rub etiquette
is sop share burp lacking
As those rotund royalties
never piggy bank lessen one lil’ bit
Jade oinkment noise
is very spit pernicious green
Pigmentary salve for the thin-skinned cries
of the profiteering unclean
Dyed paper lust has an emerald sheen
Phat bags under dollar sign eyes
be the makeup blush
for the Oval weight sow beauty queen
Miss Piggy Lips,
with the mint green painted toenails,
she loves the excess gossip that dirty tales sell
Flop sweat sleeping
in her palace penthouse pigsty,
she snore ignore the kingdom’s po’ travails
Wrapping herself in a muddy blanket of lies,
surrounding her obese body
with a methane swarm of toady tongue flies
Miss Piggy Lips,
the dung awful smell
coming from that
jade oinkment perfume trail
is just too much nasal pain to inhale
It’s so sickening to brain fart expel
Fat chance the stench makes anyone well
As the TV screen comes alive,
Screeching with news of death,
In natural calamities and road accidents
Of war on Ukraine that kills and maims thousands
Of carnage and bloodshed,
Of gory tales of rape and molestation
Of manhandling and suicide
Of battered childhood and teary eyed women
Of politicians’ pandemonium open n’ outrageous
Their nasty tirade and mudslinging
And similar scenes of sickening magnitude,
My hands grope for the ‘remote’.
The channels swing past in lightning speed
From frenzied gyrations of lovers of celluloid
To serials lengthening into infinity
Of love betrayed, tears shed
Bonds snapped, hearts shattered
Until at last my fingers settle
On the wonders of the Animal Planet
Where the beasts roam free and fearless
Where there is no greed to hoard
Where no one wears a mask
And everything ruled by sheer survival instinct!
Atime for wooing voters
selling dreams
Floating manifestos
A season of paying whirlwind visits
To the farthest corner of
constituency
Time for defacing walls with posters,
polluting public mind with party propaganda
For buying ballots with petty gifts:
Blankets,wine bottles,currency notes
A carnival for double voting,shanghaing,
murdering rival candidates-
A platform for indulging into polemics,
mudslinging.
Demagogue's favourite festival
My death is near
It is sure and certain
That out of this bed
I shall not get!
But
A lot I have to say
Yet
I say so little!
The world I met
In peace
But the world
I strove
To leave in peace!
Peace I see not
As I am departing
Chaos!
War!
Trouble!
Turmoil!
Upheaval!
Hypocrisy!
Fights!
Duels!
Lies!
Deceit!
Crime!
All ending in death untimely!
Poverty!
Revolution!
Suffering!
Cheating!
Castigation!
Mudslinging!
All around the world!
Them I grew in
And they I am leaving
Behind!
I have done mine best
And I am expired!
Tired!
Wasted!
Spent!
Used!
Hence I am going!
But
Cry not for me!
Shed not blood for me!
Nor weep for me!
Rather
Squeeze your best
And make the world
Better than this!
Than I left it...
And
The man died...
You were born, both innocent and naive,
void of memories, your mind was a blank.
And your parents taught you what to believe:
for all that you are, you have them to thank.
The fabric of time, you cannot unweave:
nor spit out poisons, you already drank.
You are the product of your upbringing:
exposed to backstabbing and mudslinging.
Over the distant horizon where unsullied love
Quietly calls in her yet unconsummated calm,
There daft hate has not sown its haughty gall;
There void's vitriols make no sweet airs numb.
In great ecstatic joys do merry lips there rejoice,
And forever sing happy songs themed on hope;
Where lie purest lands spiteful feet never tread,
Past farthest skies where jollities sing full voice.
We've there each saint in finer whitened gowns,
Under bliss-filled wings free from earth's frowns;
Where witch-hunting enmities oppress no more,
Where our mudslinging detractors wage no war.
Sublime carols heavy with unceasing peace
Pipe rest to every battle-battered soul there;
Where brotherhood keeps all on their knees,
Where no tempting sights weak victims dare.
There's a sprawling refuge all green and pure,
In a most pristine state past our highest azure.
You can’t blame God for this fiasco
Only mankind could dream up this scheme
Politics has never been so low
It’s very hard for truth to be seen
Faith in our system’s gone from good to none
Our eyes blinded, and our spirits broke
Once all the mudslinging had begun
Whatever they said became a joke
Get out, cast a vote because we must
Even if you would rather say no
Whatever the outcome, we’ll adjust
Search for the truth as forward we go.
How will we be seen by others, I ask
Let’s pull together and rise to the task.
Are you sure after the sunset
the hunger will find the mouths
in black alley ?
I go to my ailing land.
Stand on a mass grave.
No faces, No names.
Brother, I am not bickering
I am listing on my fingers.
Was it possible that we could
count the virgins in the town ?
Mudslinging starts. Who was not
corrupt ? The prevailing conjugation.
How you will tell your kid who
was your mother ?
I become restless, tossing around.
A single word shimmers like a
blood soaked jewel. I pick it up.
A baby poem is born.
Satish Verma
Free spirit shone like sapphire,
pure,clean and fragrant,
other spirits played,
along competing,
mudslinging,
merrily,
Dirt hung over all spirits,
after the play ended,
they looked now,
here and there,
and saw,
that all,
were dead.
convict
discouraged, depressed,
mudslinging, gossiping, exaggerating,
convict, inmate, teacher, father
loving, uplifting, inspiring
innocent, exonerated
Daddy
Monsters of conceit that human beings create,
With fantastic forms and shapes and strength decorate;
Licensing to love, loath, lust, lie, lure and loiter,
Wretched then; dare to kill the very creator...
Scientific ambition, sure, is creative,
What, if, the creator is made a fugitive?
Playing God, indeed, is a sin forgivable,
What, if, one thinks himself as God adorable?
Was Frankenstein's fantastic frantic tea party,
Amusements of bourgeoisies- sporty, haughty?
Or like politics played around the world today,
Mudslinging, slandering, tricky, dirty, and stray?
The monster was not a single entity whole,
He was pieces of flesh and bones put in a roll;
Race, caste, color, creed interests, and biases,
Had made him the best bundle of paradoxes...
He, like a battery robot, functioned so well,
When his cell got exhausted like his will he fell;
When re-charged with hearty feelings he soon arose,
When his master could not contain, his tantrum throws…
Frankenstein's party is a pandemonium,
Full of fear, havoc, chaos, madness, and mayhem;
The monster was created by master-power,
Master was overpowered and towered over!
We create monsters in our image and likeness,
We fill them with fancies and desires and coyness;
Frankenstein's tea party has great lessons to teach,
Monsters must be mastered - the goal of life to reach.
07 August 2021
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