You can scream, 'cause you know
Nowhere else for you to go.
You can kill, pull a knife,
Point a gun, take a life.
But in the end, all will see,
You're a curse to their humanity.
The celeb spell that you cast
Made of nothing but tawdry glass.
You want life 'cause you know
Your money is nothing but a show.
We see your face, know your mind,
The rabid beast in your mankind.
Say you're better than the rest,
Hoist your flag, beat your chest.
Steal the land, poisoned soil,
Drunk on wine, while children toil.
Your masses on popcorn feast,
Worshiping their threadneedle beast.
Take a walk, hug a tree,
Know how life is meant to be.
Don't be caught, in their game.
More you watch, more they tame.
Dumb you down, make you weak,
Breath of innocence the ghouls all seek.
But Alpha Omega knows the plan
Here long before their race began.
Ghoulish time is short, built on tears
Their count in days, months, and years.
Bloody empires, we watched them fall,
Like their savage coliseum wall.
Life you choose, better, or worse,
In, or out, their hologram universe.
Joanna Davis
4th July 2026
A fly on the wall sees nothing at all
apart from the dung on which it will crawl.
But people will say I wish I were so,
then they could know what others don’t know.
Stare at the grifters, the losers, the cheats
while sitting quite still and sucking some sweets.
For life on a wall that is not your own
is palpably simple, when mud’s to be thrown.
But now we’re ALL flies caught in the wide web,
watch twenty-four seven our chosen celeb.
Still love those wings who cut the air
A freedom to fly
People adored my beautiful wing pair
Colour was radiant - like morning sky
Used to feel like celeb when they chased-still unaware
Those affection were only for wing -where i used to rely
Used to have bundle of affection and care
Were a beautiful social butterfly ??
Went to a beautiful face
Thought they love me from the core
Surprise - they changed the case
Cried in pain - cause my beautiful wing they tore
Sitting on a flower - leaving the trace
Nobody recognised - made my heart sore
Suddenly strong storm chased
Mumbled what's more ?
The black storm made me rest on home
Days of rest my wings started to come
Smiled but after min it faded
Noticed wing - it's now black with the spots of bloody red
For even solitude my wing still exist
Everything silent it's their beauty in this
Learnt to fly inward where peace resides
Converted a social butterfly to home fly with universe inside
Thanks
Dreams are cast into the night
Eyes don’t see; sleep floats by,
Darkness blinds but dreams are bright
Under starlit or cloudy sky.
What star shines when moon is high
Silence peeps into noisy flights:
Spaceships cruise across the dark
While somewhere a bard his epic writes.
He writes of liberty, love and peace
Pouring his heart full of memory,
On paper where chains set free
Those enslaved in some century.
He writes of love won or lost
Dejected lovers on the edge,
Those that won and embossed
A spouse with that solemn pledge.
He writes on peace, war had caused
A treaty broken by one deed,
Forgotten are those so dead and lost
To a world of selfish greed.
Dreams are cast into the night
Into the net like spider’s web,
Caught the story’s plain delight
Of some hero or celeb
Waking with the morning light.
If you see some ants, you will
A) trample them under your feet
B) feed them with leftover sweet
C) turn them into a yum treat
D) watch them catwalk down the street
If you see mosquitoes, you'll
A) swat them away with your hand
B) give them blood as they command
C) guide them back to their marshland
D) listen to their jazzy band
If you see a spider, you'll
A) watch it knit silken cobweb
B) honour it like a celeb
C) squash it with your broomstick's web
D) let it live till time will ebb
If you see a worm, you will
A) watch it wriggle and squiggle
B) poke it with stick and giggle
C) let it be free to wiggle
D) flatten it, no more jiggle
If you see cockroaches, you'll
A) let them dine on your cooked food
B) fry them deep or have them stewed
C) order them out, being rude
D) kill them and their growing brood
11th Feb 2023
For Suzanne Delaney's "Multiple choice poem" contest
Silk and light double glades of beauty on a wire of thin
I cannot help but wonder how long it took him to spin
this singular string of intricate structure, this web
Early morning sips , the air brushes my rousing cheek
as the sun yawns out I observe softly, but do not speak
this natural fibre of ancient wisdom still hasn't ebbed
its incandescent firey blaze is a mirage a shaft of light
the remnant of a spider still attached from yester night
this arachnid wanderer of dawn by morning's celeb,
has captured my imagination and my inquisitive mind
this creature of weave has me, vaguely entwined...
Sponsor Mark Toney
Contest Name 2022 Poetry Marathon Mile 4 | Enter Contest
Deadline 7/20/2022 12:00:00 AM
Sunglass a string'd white cotton shirt
His long straight black hair caught
Her attention. She marveled at his
brown tan leather pants that were
perfectly matched with his white
Leather boots. It all changed when
he turned and she noticed
"Load from the rear" on the back of
his pants."What a waste" she said
may have been heard as he smiled
pulling up his shirt rubbing his hairy
stomach. "Who is this" asked woman
; he's with the band, spoke another
gentlemen. Keep all that Celeb-Air for
the show, we don't need to be breathing
that much starphume all at once!
If he is married to his job, he's cheating
cause I'm a lotta work said the other
gentlemen. The oboists baby, the starphume
smells good on me! The woman remarked
"Guess I will take my place in the audeince
since I am the only earthling here!
An idol thought ...
A pair of worn gym shoes was sold for $1.47 million
Those appraised, prized puppies
were formerly Space toe Jam possessed
by a famous athlete
Bet cha’ that wealthy person ain’t buying
a pair of used, musty sneakers
of skid row quality
A dumpster sale item,
which once belonged on the po’ feet
of a homeless, societal discard
That bum rubber smell
won’t Fido fetch
a fraction of the celeb garage sale price
It Scholl must-y be garbage nice
to be so stinkin’ rich
Getting good foot-to-fanny finance advice
Mmm Oblongata observation of the auction absurd
10-26-21
Brad is Mo's better half? he's also her hero
20 years with Cirque de Soleil, Mo's chest does billow
Totally enamored
Must be an honor
To be married to a celeb, driving around in a limo
Banksy and Bilston
unknown for our sins
in The Age of Celeb,
anonymous wins
S. O. Fasrus
Cause Celeb
24/08/2018
Is celebrity really curse
Spending wads of cash in your purse
Sycophants ready to please
They wipe your butt if you sneeze
At Twenty Seven dead in a hearse
Executive vulgarity
has become a regularity
and continues to proliferate,
fueling distancing debates;
postponing the decision we must reach;
which is the POTUS we must impeach.
How long must we be drawn into the web
and be held hostage by this demonized celeb?
Who will be the first to make the official call…
Bringing the “big bigot” to the executive fall?
Has not the big chicken come home to roost?
How long will “Big Bird’s” mouth be allowed to run loose?
Now is the time to stand up and be brave and bold
If you were born in this democratic melting hole!
Cynosure
Umm..cynosure... what does that mean?
Oh yes, I see...something supreme.
Like dignitary, celeb, sight;
a focal point, or nucleus.
A stunner, prodigy, limelight,
a treasure, magnate, omphalos.
A hero, luminary, ace,
centrality, big gun, big name.
A famous person, worthy place,
or major leaguer of some fame.
A star, a personality;
a spotlight, center of it all.
Exemplar and epitome;
an archetype, original.
Top brass, top dog, a spectacle,
a wonderment or quintessence.
An act of God, a miracle;
immortal, beauty, eminence.
Umm...cynosure...now understood.
To me, it means...superbly good.
Sandra M. Haight
~3rd Place~
Premiere Contest: Cynosure
Sponsor: Nayda Ivette Negron
Judged: 07/01/2016
It's days like these that we wonder why?
Such a talented pop artist had to die-
Rushed by the sad news bombarding the web
We wonder with sadness what really happened to this celeb-
Our hearts beat a little slower tonight
While listening to the touching lyrics he loved to write
Music poured out of his soul
and boy could he play the guitar out of control
An inspiration to so many producers, writers and singers
His music will always forever deeply linger
Rest in Peace
PRINCE
Rest in the beautiful "Purple Rain" where there is no more earthly pain-
Drive off in your "Little Red Corvette" to where the sun never sets
Rest in the "Kiss" like a promise never to miss-
Rest "When Doves Cry" up- up -up in the sky-
Rest in Peace
PRINCE
Do you ever wonder if you're alone?
We're simply here in a world of "unknown"
Do you ever walk miles just to hear your steps?
Going on journeys and missions --- but never actually finishing a project?
Always second-guessing --- always second-best
Or think you know it all --- but everyone's unimpressed?
Or try to do your own thing and get caught in someone else's web
Then all of a sudden, you're no longer a celeb
The world takes it's natural turn and everyone has bad days
Wondering how in your life right now --- you'll end up pulling out of this phase?
The funk I've been in is breaking inside of my heart
But I stick it out and bear with it --- until it decides to depart
So many thoughts are scattered inside my brain
Concentrating on the falling warm rain
I take a deep breath and I try to start over once again insane
Until I am forever free from this created ball and chain...
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