Best Trendy Poems
A floundering economy has given way to ingeniuos ideas
on how to make a buck,
Extortion rings are springing up all over the place taking control
of fortunes in clever ways,
Blackmail and accusations have become trendy ploys to bring down the ole boys'
network, leaving powerful men looking like uncouth jerks,
Many will pay top dollar for the lewd and crude accusations to go away,
giving vultures the clearance to have a "field day".
As I mused in bosom stone, I presume for myself.
It wouldn't alarm me that I must do a diet program.
Slight weight reduction will profit my life.
Weight might prompt some sort of alarm.
I started with a healthy eating habit.
Made of scores that should be tabulated.
Food varieties are endured alike biscuits or chocolate.
Despite my best endeavors, I flubbed it.
Some other individuals asked to drink a lot of fluid.
This aids the removal of pollutant.
I essentially quit the regimen am eluted.
Since I went to the lavatory much of the night!
To make it simple, I start trying a low-carb diet.
My meal plans are as simple as a night's dream.
I'm told not to eat red meat, bread, or sweet dessert.
Never ingest cookies, candy bars, or ice cream.
However, after several days of reduced carb.
Events did not carry out as expected.
This was the specific converse of the water gob.
Every day, I feel obstructed from doing my works.
I've had enough with the eating plans.
The trick is to select a suitable one.
For a sack of chips with two hands.
Was a real well food right for me then?
Written: August 1st, 2021
The Marmite Poem Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Natasha L Scragg
in a dream a record store
groovy man its lesley gore
voice mid soprano
and a piano
sleepy sandmans muzak score.
Once the basin was white and bright
Though broken the course is all right
Determined to work
Not intend to shirk
Looking trendy with its new sight
No road was too long or dangerous
for the trendy traveler
whose desire was to seek fortunes
and he did well so far.
He carried his suitcase
stuffed with samples,
they were free of course:
if they agreed to sales.
Has one spotted at once
a trendy traveler from France,
who dropped everything else
for the pursuit of romance?
He drove a Renault of color red
he happily waved at beautiful girls,
he asked them if they wanted
a ride while he told them lots of lies!
And while selling his goods,
something changed his fate,
he met a model from Paris:
she became his soul-mate!
They died in silence, but they died
They cried in silence, but they cried
They shrieked they shouted, who knew?
You ask why know, what could you do?
But you focus on some trendy cause
A life under a lamppost, to peer applause
Outside the light, the monsters roam
I don't see you straying out of the dome.
You live in a bubble, a bubble others made
Its a shallow pond in which you wade
confirmation bias, and a wrong path
Few people leave it, few do the math.
One day the fists will rattle your door,
You'll plead for reason, you'll ask "what for?"
So, investigate now, let the circle extend
When the mob refocuses, every man needs a friend.
I wrote this poem, after I read Raymond Ibrahim
He talked of places where some lose, some win
Lots of conflict of which I knew zero
I can't really help, but he's a hero.