Best Rong Poems
China Spies and Lies
Concentration camps in the north
disappearing book sellers in the south
Chinese spies hunt one and all
Army of thieves , worldwide
Zhao Ziyang, where is he?
erased from Chinese history
where is the brave young man
who battled one thousand tanks?
Xu Jiatun, where is he?
erased from Chinese history
truth has no play in China today
only death and propaganda reign
Xi Jinping, crimes against humanity
Lu Shaye, propogandist to the core
Leaders of a revolution long dead
corruption their cause, their only rules
Coal plants and cigarettes
Keep your silences
even you may lose your breath
This is China, spies and lies
Jailed Activists
Ai Weiwei
Bao Tong
Bao Zunxin
Cai Lujun
Chen Pokong
Cheng Jianping
Gao Zhisheng
Guo Quan
He Depu
Hu Jia
Huang Qi
Ilham Tohti
Jiang Lijun
Jiang Rong
Jiang Yanyong
Jiang Yefei
Li Hai
Li Zhi
Liao Yiwu
Liu Di
Liu Xiaobo
Qin Yongmin
Shi Tao
Tan Zuoren
Tang Baiqiao
Wang Bingzhang
Wang Dan
Wang Quanzhang
Wang Xiaoning
Wang Youcai
Wei Jingsheng
Wu Gan
Xu Zhiyong
Yang Jianli
Yuan Hongbing
Yue Xin
Zeng Jinyan
Zhao Changqing
Zhao Lianhai
Heres a rilly lame limrick for ya-
Write hear I'll change the beet!
also I ain't bin usin end rime
An this old line is whey to long for a forth line.
Kin ya gess how many words was spellt rong?
hummm, is that fiv or sex lines I needs?
Rongali bihu
Rong cascading down
the days around April fifteenth
jotted over the almanac
(Rong bihu or Rongali bihu, the Assamese gala)
luring New Year for the Assamese peeps and their culture
Rong gleaned from Vishuvam - the Sanskrit word
Rong elucidates vernal equinox
Rong typifies joy
like lovers discreetly conclave in the cavern
when two bodies melded with one soul
Rong caught a whiff of fresh kopou phool perfume - Foxtail Orchid or Dove Flower
Rong is humble abode of the shameless parasites Cuckoo
enduring the rythym of Assamese peeps and their culture
Rong is the dance of life
Rong is the food celebration
Rong is the offspring of love and happiness
#and in background, I can hear my beloved 80's hit song - 'O Xun Toradoi Nasaba Morom Lagakoi' (O My Dear Beloved Don't Stare Adorably) ...
Please read it how you see it.lol.
Spellings not mi 4 tee tude,
I dunt no rite from rong.
I only borud that mistas car,
An a fortneet dint seem 2 long.
The coppas cum an tuck me,
Thay put me in a sell.
I put sum fewel in his car,
So y did he av to tell.
Thay tuk me to see the mista gudg,
That man with funny hare.
He sed that I am goin away,
Al av to tek anotha car
Or how will I get ther.
I dint no wat he ment,
He wos lokkin me away,
I just cum to re a lize
That crime just dusnt pay.
23/9/2021
What if all I wrote was rot
would anybody care one jot.
What if all I spelt was rong
would this detract from poet's song.
What if grammer too was flawed
would my writings come outlawed.
What if every theme I spoke
gave rise to thoughts that made you choke.
Would this detract from all I do
when writing such pathetic stew.
Or would you find it all just fine
if cloaked in rhythm and in rhyme.
Ivor G Davies
Wayward Fingers
My laboring eyes see all the right kees to get the leffers correct.
My wayward fingers do as they pwease~ A definite lack of respect.
I tell them over and ober again, it would be better to go slow,
But it's off they race, in the rong direction ~ yep, another typo!
They get me flustered and vexed, bye not heeding my commands.
If I'm eber to finish this ditty, I'll have to spank my own hands.
Communication twixt fingers and brain is a carastrophic confusion.
I'm stressed, feeling the tsrain, but amputation would not be amusin'.
Michul Jordan you’re Tagged Mate !
Wots all this
I sed to meself in me wurst Inglish accent
Gorblimmey and lummy
Gimme a pint uh tea
An a cup uh beer
Wots all this ere then
Gotta be a riddle dum dee dum didle
Nah scrap that wherez me giunt flippin rubber
Can’t make ed or tail
Aint no sense in it
Is there now
Mube Michul Jordan can fix it
Ez a man of cunnin wit
Oy there Michul !
Can ya see up the frog mate
An sawt this one aht
Will ya mate
Its got me bogged
Like waadaya gonna do fry ya ruddy brain
In fish n chips
Put on ya best whistle
Pick up ya pencil
And scribble uhs a bettuh poem than this
Evur that or tag sum uver poor git
Dump it in there lap
Yup
That’s wot I did
TAG… !?!? waz all that
Nah nah you got it all rong in Ingland
( the land of nu blessid langwig and the Queenz
propa spokin flippin Inglish )
We say “ad”
Yur ad
gotya mate
Michul Jordan
Yur “it”
Annoyance.
Is it the UNfAir CApitoLizatIoN AmonG Words?
Or the run-on sentences that keep going and going and going and going and
What about sentences that are spelt rong.
and the one's that dont have right grammar/
What about the ones that don't make sense?
refrigerator.
Or the unfinished thou-
Annoyance
Annoyance has
Annoyance has a
Sorry. Does Suspense annoy you too?
Oh look. Once again, the unfinished thought.
But you said poems must rhyme.
They must have a time
they must be a lime
Wait, hold on.
That didn't make sense.
Sorry. That's the annoyance.
There is no order.
No stanza no iambic pentameter
no rhyme no time no-
There's the unfinished thought.
Its like a dance with no steps
a game with no jeps.
STOP.
That's not a word.
It's just the annoyance.
Is it bothersome yet?
No scheme, no plot
not even one finished thought.
It's all disquieting.
The sounds of all the mistakes rioting.
The annoyance within the words,
the mistakes flying around like birds.
The annoyance is
That's right. An unfinished thought.
Wrong in taking risks, acts too fragile like the fish
Highest level of this strong will ends in a wish
Improper experience, lacking growth, and childish
Mama is always needed for things to flourish
Papa must stay or else progress will diminish
Indented ability will always demolish
Strength so minute, for a weakling to be sluggish
Harboured fears, always making confidence feverish
Tony Romo is a homo
Balls he fumbles
His stomach is rumbling
For semen
He strokes rong
He is
Grundling
i write
because i can
but not because i particularly want to
Am lying on the beach with you sunbathing next to me
Talking about life in general especially art and poetry
Discussing forms and such makes one dry and thirsty
A long cold drink or two is perfect we agree
Talked about the contests how much fun the forms can be
About the different judges with all we don't agree
Not sure if i am dreaming, things seem a little blurred
Not quite in vision you could say, are we talking slurred
Dangerous things imagination, you must agree
Turns the world upside down after a glass or three
We decide to write a collaberwation
But the werds, wurds, came out wong, rong
Had a nap, across the dunes the snores could be heard
Not too melodical were the comments, how absurd.
I woke up just in time before my imagination went to town
Imagining us as lovers, bet that turned your smile to frown
Penned by Seren Roberts on 18/05/2014
Dave Woods Contest - imagination.
the faith i had for our love is now poisned our love is dieing its leaving for good
but why us what did we do wrong something is wrong yet no one will tell me tell
me whats wrong befor its to late.faith of our love is poisned help me stop our love
from dieign are is it to late ......its me thats why its over. i was never nice to you
and you got sick of it so bye.im so stupid for what i did but why me why did i do
this now im gonna pay for what i didi said i was sorry yet you didnt care
something is happing to us whats rong now why me and you what did we do
i love you yet you didnt love me at all you said you do but prove it .faith for our love
has been poisened so bye now ill leave.the faith is now gone.
You think you everything i do is wrong yet its not you..I make you sad i make you
cry im such a bad personyou make me love you yet why do i get so mad at you
whats wrong with me all i do is make you cry..nothing you do is rong
i love you yet why do i act is if i hated youits never your falut is always mine why
cant we just get along im such a evil person why do i always hurt you i make you
cry whats rong with me im so sorry yet why do i do it then...
Here we are again doing the same old things yet this time you love me but your
dating someone else.Your so confusing you cant make up your mind.
I still love you but you just gotta stop making me worry.
I could wake up and wait for you and you could leave at any time ...
Its happened befor but what if it happenes again?
I hardly got over the last time it happened ... i dont wanna go throw it again...
You say you love me but you always change your mind .. this just isnt right you
could leave now if you wanted to yet i dont wanna cry again you dumped me and
i cryed i missed you and i still do you still love her and you love me but you can
decide.whats rong with this you stay with me but when shes here you act like
you dont know me ...you are so not over me yet you didnt know you loved her
well its just a little to late.I'll love you firever are will i forever is a long time well
maybe i wont and maybe i will.....no mater what at least i love you now.
What happened to us your love for me left and now its back well... i just don't
know what to say.its just the same old things day after day do you really want to
live this way i cant be happy only sad and your always feeling bad i make you cry
yet you still love me.your confusing but i love you and thats the way it should be.