Your cheating ways, you've sunk so low,
to win contests - that isn't right.
You've used AI, few sponsors know
Your cheating ways
MY ideas form, it’s time to write,
(Unlike AI, my brain is slow)
When poem’s done, I feel delight!
But AI wins, it's quite a blow
It's unfair and I feel uptight
We're NOT blind sheep, I want to show
Your cheating ways
When someone is reading your Blog
But can't see through the Fog
They maybe confused
So ignore the abuse
Better still, tell them to Log off.
Ps or words to that affect.
when off my meds i lose my way ~ i never use them it’s all hearsay
here’s a placebo script for sham poets ~ typed AI doc straight away
oh there is one niggling side effect ~ it attacks good blogs everyday
By David Kavanagh
To jab or not to jab, why is it even a question?
Get the shot or don’t, it shouldn’t be a global inquisition.
This site is for poetry, not sharing your views on a blog.
Post it as a poem, then you won’t agitate the dog.
The only genes being changed are folded up in a drawer.
Come up with new material, this is really a bore.
I’ve had family die because they thought like you.
They listened to the same lies that you now spew.
Keep your opinions to your bloody self.
I think your facts are checked by an elf on a shelf.
If you don’t want the vaccine that is entirely up to you.
Do you see any blogs by those of us who do?
Go get a pill that can help with your mental type.
The government is not trying to kill us, that’s just hype.
Use your words as a poet if you have such wit.
I read your crazy blog your words are just spit.
This limerick is written to honor the birthday
of a poet who has had many dragons to slay
There's a blog for his peers
To wish Mark lots of cheers
Let's join in shouting, "Hip hip hooray!"
however nasty your lie may seem ~ my truth is way more unpleasant
By
David Kavanagh
Tell Me Something New or Go Away
David J Walker
Tell me something new
That I already know
To be true
Otherwise
I won’t believe you
Not a single
Word you say
I can’t conceive of any tomorrow
Any different from every
Yesterday
logged in blogs
Along the way
Tell me something
I already knew
Or go away
Racism and hate have gone on for far too long.
It’s in every facet of life and it just doesn’t belong.
Name calling and public roasting should not be allowed.
Standing on stage, they like the attention from their crowd.
Belittling others for personal gain.
Why do some feel important when they cause others pain.
Arrogance and ego will always lead their way.
Do they understand how they make others feel every day?
The poetry soup should be a safe haven for those who choose to write.
I have faith in the administration and I know they will do what’s right.
Soup blogs are for support and not to publicly vent.
We are all responsible for our actions and our message that’s sent.
Our freedom of expression
is protected by the Constitution,
which Thomas Jefferson and James Madison,
among others, wrote to protect our rights.
The Constitution clearly states
that this is an undeniable right.
I like to post comments on Facebook
and this blog, " Americans Against Trump "
is abusing what that freedom really means:
obscene comments shouldn't be allowed.
Dirty and offensive poetry is being written,
even comments that mock and insult
President Trump defames his character:
have some Americans gone mad?
Who are the trolls and bullies among us?
The next thing we'll hear
on all national news channels:
" President Trump has signed a new bill,
forbidding hateful comments,
and that includes obscene poetry;
if Congress passed it, many would be angry.
Written on 4/6/2017
I am learning not to Notice mean blogs
That is what these haters want so I just see as a fog,
A mist I can't see through because what they write isn't true
Some could be but, I don't really have a clue,
There is so many words and quotes posted for all to see
It's funny how all the quotes seem to point towards me,
A waste of time being used for self satisfaction
Trying to let me know Oh! look these are towards you and it's an attraction,
To draw attention to ones self for what ever reason
I don't even care so I just look at the blogs like it is another season,
The new and old blogs come and go like the wind
But, like I said before this site to will come to an end.
Written By: Unique Poetry 2015
Don’t be nervous,
Nor do you grieve,
Oh, Bard, soothe ,
In life’s destined gloom.
True,
Callous have ages been,
To man and beast the same.
Often did he trample,
Many a mass massively.
Leaving no marks
Of compassion ,
Still, in papyrus
Did he found
The last bliss .
Moods, thoughts,
Passions and instincts
Had its due blend
In pure minds,
For meager words
To turn immortal,
For Monuments to dare
The time untamed.
On the chariot
Of savage sayings
Did his emotions migrate
Meandering mind-miles.
Still do they remain
Fluttering as flags
Lauding slogans
Of daring insights,
While the instant blog
Maggots do bud
And vanish
In the fleeting digital rut.
Moon has lost
Her bashful silver,
Swallows and cuckoos,
Linnets and Jai birds,
All have their songs
In tone so feeble
On the banks
Of bleeding brooks.
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