Though Sampson was known for his hair
Delilah quite fancied him bare
She thought he'd look cute
Not quite so hirsute
And shaved him where no one would dare
Alas, when Mother Nature called
The whole world seemed to be appalled
With no hair to hide
Sampson's bouncing pride
His battering ram was blackballed
Categories:
blackballed, word play,
Form: Limerick
If a prisoner gets beaten,
Who cares?
If a mental patient is tortured,
Who cares?
If an antagonist is blackballed,
Who cares?
If a prankster is shunned,
Who cares?
If people like these are mistreated,
Who cares?
I do.
5-September-2021
Categories:
blackballed, angel,
Form: Rhyme
Have you heard about fishing for turds …
It’s for children and maybe for nerds
For brown floaters you’ll fish
Or there's nets which you swish
For once I’m almost lost for words!
My granny was shocked and appalled
Suggesting this toy be blackballed
Cos small kids may copy
Real poo’s (firm or sloppy)
If this happened I think I’d be galled
Thanks to my super friend Sundae for telling me about this toy!
09/15/20
Categories:
blackballed, children, fishing, games,
Form: Limerick
You've been told.
Dirty laundry doesn't go on Facebook especially if
You don't want to get caught.
This was cold
By a thousandfold
You two blocked a family member from a family
Function. Then when confronted lied and tired to
Cover it up as an afterthought.
You've been told
Running your mouth about family and friends on
The internet will get you scolded.
You got what you sought.
This was cold
Your souls to the devil you sold.
When you took time from a family member who
Suddenly died and the person you blackballed
Is over wrought.
You've been told
Family is more precious than gold.
The sad part is you guys now have lost all of
Your family on this stupid plot.
This was cold
There is no way for her to be cajoled.
You both are filled with dry rot.
You've been told.
This was cold.
Categories:
blackballed, bereavement, betrayal, computer, conflict,
Form: Villanelle
Fatso
Greedy fatso, super rich,
Fat miners and some lunatics,
Tumor on brain seems to be,
Another treasure a certainty,
Are you following this pitch,
He he…
Imported workers, paid $1000 less,
A week for their distress,
To take the wage of Aussies sweet,
Like scabs of old, low moral feat,
The blackballed certainly,
Computer has the name of thee,
Aussie workers, to delete!
Only a thousand dollars a week,
From each wage the boss can keep,
Does it stick in the Aussie workers craw,
Scab labor brought in from offshore,
Or will they cop it sweet,
Haw haw…..
Categories:
blackballed, adventure,
Form: Ballad
They say my writings are weak and without meaning?
They say I will never be published, no not even overseas?
Nobody in the main stream wants to read about your Ghetto life...
Nobody in the main stream will ever buy your books...
The people that would read it, can’t even
afford to buy it... You’re just another blackballed poet!
(Reply)
I may be blackballed for life and nobody in
the main stream will ever read my books?
But, I’m a black writer and black life is what I write about...
I may never win the Pulitzer Prize? I don’t care!
I won’t compromise my writings just for a book sale...
Blackball me if you must; but I will still be a black poet... when all has been
said and done, I think you will all know this, a black poet is what I will still be even
in my death!
Categories:
blackballed, black african american, people,
Form: Lay