Best Outrages Poems
Annotated Achilles amends fallen frame amputees
Bulimic Barbies browse media monkey banalities
Cameo clouds cling to beaded breath curios
Dopamine dreams delineate check cash desires
Echo endophfins eulogize bullet brain excrement
Fecal folly fantasies reveal relevant frivolities
Gonadal grownups gulp secret scrotal generosities
Helical hemorrhoids hinder senior stricken hemocraps
Idiotic ideals idioiosyncrate postpartum iconoclasts
Jack Jill juxtapositories seek sexestential jouveniers
Kryptic killer kisses ascot arrogant kingdumbs
Liquid lipid loiners fear frontline lucklullibies
Malevolent mommies masterbate rich reflective mommocules
Nevertheless nightingales nourish ruby rich noonbeams
Ovulatory occults outsource torrent tofu outrages
Pensive pisces picnics lovelorny passions
***** quiet quintensials release rancid quotients
Rape ripe residuals nullify nimble repercussions
Silky seafoam silhouettes fornicate frothy sandlets
Tepid torch trilogies belie belligerent tourniquets
Useless utterances utilize organize orgasmic utopias
Venomous vixens violate cruel.com visions
White willow wombs softly seed hospice hell winds
XX XY xfactors envision extracurricular xraydoms
Yearning yoyo yesterdays calculate clearcovert yields
Zen zealous zions mirror magnify Zoneotones
Haphazardly,
Infinity and affinity mingled,
In an asymmetry imbalance.
A dishevelled universe,
Grew and shrank as fire devoured,
Yet ice sustained.
Outrages currents swirled,
Straightened, dispersed, and garnered,
Dissipated into nothing,
Only to surge again and again and again.
Until a soft soothing spirit unfurled itself,
Protracting into every nook,
Fire and ice detached their selves
Into their proper assumed place,
Light and darkness found their proper place.
How harmonious was creation now!
Whoever said love was a beautiful thing left out a few parts...
Yea it's an amazing feeling, but it hides the monster deep in the heart.....
They say If you've never felt jealousy you've never been in love....
********!
You see jealousy is the monster that shows it's face and engulf you in green despise hidden
behind loving eyes that make YOU seem so heaven sent....
They make you believe that love is the most powerful thing.... There right
But not for the hallmark reasons or the pictures defining love....
That's just a second in time,
Right place right time,
And you tell me this, you show me this and I'm supposed to think your right?
GET OUT OF HERE!
Love is powerful because it can drive you to do the most outrages things that shadow the
monster u hide inside waiting to emerge and bring a beautiful destruction to light.
So it's just easier to forget....
All the fights
All the words that penetrate your mind And bring u down to micro size....
Love is a beautiful thing.... But only if you can tame your monster who seems to be
multiplying and recruiting.. so now pride joins in and brings with him a sense of cocky I'm
right attitude.. Rage is right around the corner listening and waiting while verbal abuse is
making his way over to get in on the fun.....
ARE U JOKING?
Your monster is the reason you question this emotion the reason your going through motions
that make you seem like a horrible person.... So let's put jealousy away and tell his new
friends that he's not coming out to play...
Instead,Reminisce on the moments that made love be what they told you.... Let's live in a
frozen moment and extend it and see what it brings....
Cause then you can say with a smile LOVE IS A BEAUTIFUL THING.
I hate the way romance is lost
on the societies of today;
The ripple effect is a greater cost,
for love becomes a mere game to play.
No more flowers and dates,
just ice-cream and kisses;
No more endless debates,
just morning texts and late wishes.
The concept of courtship is re-defined,
and friendship boundaries blur;
To loyalty, common eyes are blind,
and yet hearts still claim intentions are pure.
What happened to the gentlemen who held the doors?
And the ladies that blushed at a glance?
From where comes the existence of playboys and whores?
People gambling with feelings and chance?
The world is so de-sensitised,
for this is now the norm;
Anything deeper becomes emphasised,
and stands out, for it doesn’t conform.
Old-fashioned is the given word,
for those who choose to wait;
Outrages stories become heard,
one-night stands to end a date.
Well, I won’t fall for cheap pick-up lines,
give me love letters to keep over time;
And I’m more drawn to the Shakespeare’s and Einstein’s,
than I am to the food-stains and grime.
I would find more joy in silence and holding hands,
than in empty kisses and meaningless words;
And better than a dinner worth hundreds of rands,
is a picnic outside, with the birds.
I’d rather gaze upon the stars at night,
and know my love is true;
Than dance in clubs till morning light,
and fear regret for what I might do.
A warning to those who look my way,
my heart will not be torn;
and if you’re looking for daisies, then walk away;
I’m a rose, do not bring out my thorn.
We walk around faceless, nameless
doing whatever we want, shameless.
Nothing ever changes
140 characters to spark outrages
Can’t flip pages online
but we can sure as hell
act like we’re “trying”
to make the world a little less colder
but everyone’s judging
over one another’s shoulders
Boast and repost
everyone’s at each other’s throats
but who really cares the most?
We’re all behind screens
nobody knows what anyone means
relationships bursting at seams
families torn apart.
Is the best interest
really in our heart of hearts?
Keyboards fueling fires
that didn’t need to burn
when the **** will we learn
to let it all be
and be the best version
of ourselves the world really needs?
Was it Saxony Asia or Asia Saxony?
Was it Saxony Asia or Asia Saxony?
From Japan to Germany Rotarian so many!
An occasion for mix up of cultures irrespective of race & creed for world understanding
High quality entertainment, food for the thought and of course. taste buds pandering
With Rotary Governor, Saxony prime minister and the Prince all standing
At the podium, to share their feelings, thoughts and key message motivating
From the new BMW factory, enchanting Glashutte to Volks W’s transparent factory
The outstanding symbols of revival of the glory of good old days of Saxony
A woodwork museum of Daetz to depict symbolic representations of religions since ages
An exclusive collection of art and culture backed by singing and dancing outrages
The last dinner was a special treat with aurora of rich culture old and new
Participation of Prince Alexandar and all sundry and entertainment of all hew
With classic band and dances, the compere was also a person of class
His touches of humor made paper man’s ‘tricks and Japanese dance nicely pass
A sitting in the church of lady on the last day was soul enriching
And briefing of the guide of city tour, a lady of letters, truly bewitching
Our experience surpassed of all in past if any
So we say, was it Saxony Asia or Asia Saxony?
Adulterous besieging capstone damnation
exploitation foists groping, heaving
insidiously jerking
knowingly lunges
machinations notoriously nymphomaniacal
officiating penile quests
rapaciously, sadistically
tenaciously, unstoppably
vasocongested wickedness
Xerses yawped zeolously.
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All throughout history of man/woman kind
ascendent civilizations extensively gouged,
impailed, kindled, murderous outrages
quashing sacred urges, women yearned.
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Versatile thematic refrain punctuating nubiles
maximized looting, pillaging, raping
visited upon females via decimating fountainhead
guarding brestworks of vestal virgins,
innocent youths (little boys and girls).
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Twenty first century *****Sapiens male population continue to applaud, covet, extol, gloat, invoke, kickstart, molest outrages, quest savagely thee unbridled wedded yoke appropriating coquettishly enshrined gals imposing killing mandates okaying queasy sordid ugly wretchedness yanking aborhent behavior denigrating, fulminating, harrassing, jawdropping lewdness, nabbing prized rearends, twerking, violently whiplashing, yelling zingers.
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Now not a day elapses with instances women claim untoward advances, and/or forced coercion to satiate and temporarily slate the sexual thirst informing prononced picadilloes (philandering if married pompous head honcho demands appeasement of coitus, ********, indecent lowball outrageous ribald uncouth x-rated animalistic, carnal, feral, gonadal, immoral, kleptomaniacally misogynistic, narcissistic, opportunistic, pathetically reprehensible, torturously undervaluing, validating virility within Yankee Doodle, haply lambasting, proudly touting, vaunted wayfair zest.
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The above meandering stream of consciousness attempted to amplify, a recent spate of accusations figuratively slapped against a male sex mongers, who specifically rule roost, and blithely, demandingly, forcefully, hideously, impishly, killingly, malignantly, opprobriously, powerfully, repeatedly, terminally, vindictively, wantonly, yearningly acrimoniously belittle, demean flagrantly, harshly insinuate keeping mindful, not publicize rabid tawdry unwanted villainous withering zeal!
POST A VERSE
By
Kevin L Fairbrother
What is this obsession with writing verse?
Then posting it on the PoetrySoup site
Do we need recognition, do we need fame
Or is it our ego we need to boost every day
We write about the past, present and future
Our imagination of the unknown and the universe
Of love we feel now or have lost in the past
The funny side of life or the darkness within
The weather gets a mention in verse most days
And of the natural world we love to expound
Funny, sad, outrages or kinky it may be
For it comes from within our thoughts you see
We look for comments from our peers on Soup
We are like a family and have our moments
Of ups and downs and mind blowing ideas
For all of us are poets but we don’t know it
A STAND FOR ALL
Here we are living in this unknown world. Whatever happened to the land of freedom? Discrimination, harassment, policing and outrages crimes, carrying that tune of overshadowed and political lies. We want to reflex on the constitution of the United States we stand for Justice and Peace so just let it be.......
We want an end to ploice killing our young sisters and brothers...Stop the police brutality!
We want to know that our purpose in this life is given to us through GOD's grace..With purpose we have a vision, with purpose we have support, power and many bloessings...
We are here in the need of love for our sisters, brothers and fellow man to create a movement that's so strong it will empower the land... We stand because we want to know that there is going to be decent housing for all getting the homeless off the streets, better jobs and educating our children so they will one day meet their challenges safe...
We are evolving to the point where we will no longer accept or be blame for your mistakes your compelling lies your misuse power and the unfolding of your anger and unjust.
Look around and what do we see drugs, abuse, crime misuse and confuse people watching death rise everyday as if this is the way..Our communities being destroyed bringing the wealth the rich that's running out the poor with no where to go no where to stand falling so far reaching a place of no return trying to create that space to open doors for all we want to make that rainbow shine and shine because we are standing tall for all.
He came from a far,
Bearing gifts in a jar,
Presumably with good news,
Little child could only muse,
For all the preparations wrought,
Little child knows not,
Only the guardian relishes,
Meeting with strangers,
Little child gets carried away,
With rage he tries to sway,
Guardian ooh guardian,
But an agreement was already done,
Little child stares at sky blues,
Letting go of reminiscent hues,
And in uncontrollable tears,
Lost deep in despair depths,
Rage outrages itself therein,
Love slowly creeps in,
Little child soundly sleeps,
Comfort envisages in the open arms,
As the night grew short,
Nearer to the destination they got,
His life had just begun,
Witnessed by the rising of the sun.
Set the scene
strike the slate
a plague befalls Rome this day
like the Gods bless the clouds to spew rain from its jaws
A hurricane of envy washes the city streets
already filthy with the foul stench of death and rotting flesh
The universe knows the tyranny of deceit, deception
lurking in the public, the Senate
all the twisted, despicable crimes we commit against our own brothers, our kin
and instead of burning this whole city to the ground
the universe glorifies and preserves this wasteland of corruption
Do you not see the blood permanently staining the walls, the welcoming street signs
Are you that blind to not notice the number of ill increase steadily
with every passing day, impossible
The riots paint the city vibrantly
a sea of red, orange, yellow; fire
outrages and cries of innocence ring out through the night
and disassembled limbs: arms, legs, fingers, toes, torsos, breasts, name it
and you shall find it in silent parts of the streets
I find myself chuckling while on the run
Here we are, considering ourselves the perfect society
righteous above all other yet we hold timid, sensual orgies in our very beds
in our beds, backyards, neighbors homes where we bury our beasts
we murder our political figures in chance to gain their riches
only to find ourselves shaking hands with them in the afterlife
poetic justice
Let the public decide but not these villainous savages, these savages...
If I had the opportunity to flee
to flee to Gaul, to flee to Hispania, to flee to the Alps
to escape my fate here
I'd gladly take it than to have a sword find its way through the back of my neck
because I am out of money to pay off the loans I have stacked up
A lonely beggar I am and a lonely beggar I now fall deceased
Gaius Lucian Alteranius
As the wind briefed the shrubs
To heel by its course
The wobbled shrubs then whispered
To be gentle by it’s arouse
The wind then tamed by the virtue of verity
For the shrubs to dance freely
The bopping shrubs then exclaimed
To bestow with clouds and dance monarchally
The wind then questioned –
Monarchally?
The sun that appeared brightly
Is actually taking away the greenery.
The thirsty shrubs then insisted
The wind to be kind
To come along with the clouds
To pour upon them heavily.
As the wind then decided
To play by its mollifies
It conferred with the vapors
And asked the sky
To evince its outrages with cumulonimbus
And fall upon the earth over the shrubs
To meet their thirst
And respire along with the wind
To heel by its course.
The fresh aroma of the earth
That breathed by the rain
Few drops glinted upon the garden
And the grasses sprinkled by the free rein.
"The Road Not Taken," Frost slow ball to my curb," ... by The Poet.
If you instant your past past your eyes! (Uhh!)
And the pause it had caused tis now gone, (Poof,)
made of years, good, and tears, lost in sighs, (Sheesh,)
brevity ... gravity, hint's implies. (ahh.)
Well, that's that, who's at-bat, fate card's drawn. (hmm.)
It can't be. Excuse me, sir your tea, (Oh--um,)
Set it down. Half-a-crown? Sir! ... please go (Wooo!)
Day's wages? (Whoa) Outrages! Gent there, see, (Ohh!)
Looky there! (Wha?) Nighs me' chair! Good Golly? (Ohh?)
I'll fill in (hehe) ... Good evenin', ready--No! (Ne'va!)
Your manners, dear Rober--scene, public? (ahh)
Pardon young man my tongue, close to mouth ... (marvy)
brain, not close (coughs-clears throat) (ahem) teapot throes (UUU)... Republic? (eh-eh)
The other, (ahh) not smarter -- nonpublic! (hehe)
Manners Rob-bie. (Uh-uh) Nay, snob, he paws South! (Ah-ha)
Flo (tell her the day she died)... Wall Street--(cuts him off--whips) Collapsed, Wheat -- never failed (smack thrown)
They need food--place--what good ..., choice I made (sniffles-handkerchief drawn)
Cold winter (gurgling-hands her teacup). Dear sister--You, I've trailed (long sigh).
We both chose, God ... He shows (gasping) ... He unveiled (long drawn-out breath)
Rob, he made (quick inhale) ... Ed conveyed, (quick-held breath) Rob, well-made. (long exhale draws a silent table of one)
Famed cousin of Hollywood and subtilized by the agnomen Tollywood
This brobdingnagian docudrama industry
Has brought home the bacon
Over a meg neighborhood.
The thirties first tacit motion black and white
Greeted the first sound Irani’s Alam Ara
The Take World War II riotous plot
Storm-tossed by blue fank.
The daring director yet trod on
With a plot reflecting a life of a hapless farmer
Going along against the doomed aura
Marched till independence
Later at republic, got hold of the golden era.
The fifties and sixties sleek marcel
And movies reflecting social themes
Flowed from a thriving commercial egress.
Over across the border
Ever since Neecha Nagar gained ground
Paved the way towards internationally acclaimed
Ethical competitions.
The chichi modern era
The addend Kapoors and the comer Bachhan
Furled hairdo and bellbottom pants
Took on the seventies elan.
Succeeded by the eighties
Chocked up by drama, actions and thrills
Accompanied the Khans in the ninties.
Flirtatious era and
Cottony and forte music,
Thronged foxes
Bruits media outrages,
The mid ninety terror closed book
And more amusive bulletin pages.
Dirty dancing and wet bikini shots
Yet movies maneuvered with worth remembering thoughts.
The versatile era and
Macho-man crying,
Few love birds becoming life-long couples.
From the thirties to the nineties
Along the agonistic twenty first
The aging brobdingnagian docudrama industry
Has brought home the bacon
Over a meg neighborhood.
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Couple
Couple staying on brawling love
In gay grim or depressed charm
As quarreling crows or cooing doves
Unwilling obsession on definite wobbling.
Quiet loud sounds heart beat
Fast slow runs odd even feeling.
Ignored resistance on temptation
Hot iced passion about to ooze
tending peaceful calm devastation.
Cold soul ready to ignite fire
on incredibly believable
dull disinterested desire.
He feels love: She loves to feel
Blunt emotion keen in motion
Deal on love or love to deal.
Carefully careless couple camouflages
Bright smoke! Open secret or sure prediction!
Under ash- covered blaze quite cool love outrages.
08/18/16
'All Yours' Contest by Brian Strand