I hear you calling my name.
You almost had me already.
There is no shame.
Slow and steady.
You are not tame.
I come intrigued.
I see a dark figure.
Your words are egged and leave me fatigued.
You want to see a transfigure.
Though you are leagued.
There are plenty of you.
This is not your mind.
There is no breakthrough.
No way to bind.
This leaves me blue.
It should have been.
The grave is not the final destination.
The proof is my skin.
You will go through castration.
I can't help but grin.
Writing anything political can throw fuel on a fire,
but these Limericks are not meant to ignite anyone.
Just a bit of humor in my opinion. Yes, we all have one.
A Musk rat and a vengeful dog
Both wantin' to be called Boss Hogg
In a rocket they'll launch
The critter with a paunch
Always croaking like a bullfrog
Trump wrote a poem about the day
A verse about those who will pay
For insubordination
He'll demand castration
Through vengeance, he will get his way
Took them all to the launching pad
The rat, the dog, Fat Kim and Vlad
Cast them into deep space
Earth will be a safer place
When it's saved from those who are madddd
Kim Jong Un asked to be on board
It was a seat he could afford
"Take Putin for the ride"
Trump wants him at his side
Into space and beyond they soared
The real 'rocket man,' evil Kim
Thinks the world should belong to him
Trump and Vlad lost in space
Lil Pudge will take their place
And King will be his pseudonym
Henry started a punchin’
at the ripe old age of 15
There just ain’t no way of knowin’
all of the things he’s done and seen
All those years are far behind him
since a young cowboy in his prime
Now there is nothing left for him
but to whittle away at time
His days out on the range are gone
can’t quite grasp these new ranchin’ ways
Dudes now riding on ATV’s
out rounding up all of the strays
Henry hangs his head in sorrow
knowing his days are getting few
Just like the stallion turned gelding
his old ways have been castrated too
"Taking away my cell phone would be as painful as being neutered."
~ by poet
Twenty years ago, no one would have predicted
that to cell phones, the world would become addicted.
We text instead of calling, though we have the choice.
I barely remember the sound of my child's voice!
Often, I forget where I've left my darn phone.
Without a text notification, I feel very much alone.
It's part of my anatomy that I should have neutered,
a simple surgical procedure that should be tutored.
Remove it from my hand with a scapel or a knife.
Can I survive without it? It's instrumental to my life!
Cutting it off would be an act of painful castration.
Maybe a lobotomy instead of neutering amputation?
I won't promise that if it's done, it would be a cure.
If it's no longer attached to me, how will I endure
not being able to keep in touch with my best friend,
and how long does it take for neutered scars to mend?
cat
looks to you for
a steady feed
occasional scratch
vague companionship
nothing more-nothing less...
you're not his friend, you're his pet
the times you're at your pinnacle
is the time he's somewhat less...
when your deep into your blueness
is when he becomes quite oblivious.
cat
wishes for your demise
his goal is simple (with iron paw)to rule the pride
but size and numbers are not to his advantage
he'll bide his time he's patient-wise,
As you become
to loving
to suffocating
to dull..
to heavy
like a bored lover he'll split
with only silent explanation..
leaving behind his artwork
on the cherry wood headboard
and a masterpiece in the litterbox
cat
doesn't care if he's busted your heart
or obsess about his whereabouts
he's always held a grudge because of:
the castration
the declawing
the confinement
the prisoners mash...
out in the hard world of the vagabond
you've made cat
the heavy
underdog
My slumber knows no measure...
There be no sleep for me.
The hounds are barking through the night
For immortality.
I toss them a leg of hubris
And a banal cliche for slight effect.
But their hunger goes unsated...
I lay waste my self-respect.
A few platitudes and twaddle
Are quickly gobbled by the beasts.
I make an honest effort at contrition
To give aid to my relief.
But my words of self-castration
Seem to energize the hounds.
I further try to appease and quantify...
But I'm losing precious ground.
I prostrate a harried confession.
My delusive sins are now a flood.
The wolf stands menacingly astride my door...
The beast has tasted blood.
Again... I apologize now threefold times
Using paper, pad and quill.
But it matters not to feed the beasts...
The hounds are barking still.
The End
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Paint a picture wit my poetry, young brothas killing each other over faces of white men, we were sold a false definition of success, the means to get this success, is controlled by the one that sold you a false definition of success, can you ever have enough money, it's an endless pit no bottom more money more problems, we build your jails, we build your schools teach us about the doctrines of devils and you make all the rules, who said what is good, who told you what is evil, normalized by psychology to hate knowledge and love jealousy, in this society it's easy to catch a felony, different races come into the hood, buy stores and leave wit all the money, this does not do our communities any good, economic castration black men don't do business around the world, but a black man is president political instigation, more time is given if you kill a white man, less time is given when you kill black man social dispensation, truth is what people can't stand, America was built of the backs of kidnapped Africans.
Suffering habitat degradation
Summit called world's most powerful nations
To administer sensible rules
Money transforms leaders to fools
Surging accounts surmount land's castration
29th September 2020
The nations in disagreement to the 2050 carbon reduction
scheme, as I understand it are, China, Russia, Brazil,
America and Australia.
An utter shame. With our wealth, to imagine
that a more innovative approach cannot be adopted is
utterly disrespectful to mankind and the system we rely on.
I hate the world, for this am
i wrong?
Other than my seeds that grow,
one knows i'm alive.
Alone in this jungle trying to
survive.
I refuse to be weak, for only the
strong survive.
Rejected everyday, simply longing
for affection.
Yet i'm still refused, forced into
mental castration.
Begging, and praying to the lord
for salvation.
So for one second, i can escape
enslavement on my mental plantation.
Starring into the heavens longing
to be free.
Why must i die, just to hear someone
say they love me?
Marital brick wall
collateral Castration
Suspended sex scenes
Thrashed her life in that vicious fuscous night
Tattered her body in that mucky verdant site
Shattered her dreams in that bloody wicked plight
Four feigned civilized animals, enjoyed their bite.
They waited their turn to deracinate her
With ears and heart kept fastened for her prayer
With ineffable agony nature tried to cover
Her natural body with leafy little shower.
When tired they spared her for a midget time
And wrapped in a blanket to set a meacock crime
Wetted in fuel they fired the chad as a scheme
And disenthralled the soul of the decubitus dame.
Now tell me the judgement of these cruel critters
Hang or guillotine their ugly little heads
Lynching or castration, anything you can propose
Sharpen your quills and the judgement of the case.
Honorable Mention in STRAND SPECIAL 12 ,any form ,any theme Poetry Contest sponsored by Brian Strand
Uneasy and queasy cos my TV set
Is showing another celebrity vet
My legs are crossed tight, just as tight as they get
Has that little dog lost his testicles yet
While eating my lunch, or was it my dinner
The cat on the screen getting thinner and thinner
The head vet was busy, so here’s a beginner
On his second attempt to stick that needle in ‘er
My hunger abates as the scalpel cuts in
And the cyst on his throat splatters poor kittie’s chin
My two horrid teenagers sit there and grin
But my spag bolognese now resides in the bin
The very long glove, that is slippery and wet
Is meant for the cow, though they’ve only just met
The vet seems as happy as any I’ve met
Till the cow follows through and enshrouds the poor vet
With Flopsy’s guts broadcast in X-ray exposure
While Tiddles pukes hairballs inside his enclosure
I wish it was more like a nice glossy brochure
As another castration destroys my composure
Date: 30 May 2019
Contest: What Makes You Flinch
Sponsor: Julie Leigh Rodeheaver
How To Control Immigration
Did decide how to control immigration;
Caused by Trump who needs castration;
Lobotomy,
With no fee,
And we should do it without hesitation.
Caravanite femaleites are having ten
month gestation periods according to
Trump.
Jim Horn
Observation
Of the situation
Requires contemplation
Of the devastation
Throughout the nation
It’s a sad realization
At our fascination
With mass retaliation
To satisfy the need for
Instant gratification
Of your mental castration
In histories evaluation
of your predication
to take a mental vacation
and force the eternal sedation
of those innocent to your revelation
that you are beyond condemnation
and your act was an abomination
drenched in trepidation
and beyond imagination
It is with genuine fascination
That I offer this validation
Of your dedication
To your insane fornication
Of this nation
I pray for Salvation
Eric (and sometimes not)
The vision is clearer
I’m lost in a mirror
Words heavy- so sincere
Half reality
Half imagination-
I’m lost in this obligation
To accept this castration
No words can sooth
This intricate fixation
On helping the old,
Build the new-
how can one sit in agony-
And anticipation
And still remain calm with hope
When reality’s bridge collapses
Fighting the good with mishaps-
My heart bleeds –
Succeeding to leave-
Drop out- far away
I already grieve for fear of the unknown
It’s hard to perceive,
I’ve lost my back bone
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