Jinxed juvenile slithers, withers unseen.
Feeling the angst of earlier guilt trips,
A Christian conscience and its censorships -
this golden-haired boy was not born to glean.
Mind colored from purloined men's' magazine;
(note purplish stains too on his fingertips).
Jinxed juvenile
Money, pills, small stuff pilfered by this teen
unearned awards, past moral radar blips,
deserved the harsh words from preacher-dad's lips.
Now bold-faced curse slips, as his face turns green.
Jinxed juvenile
October 12, 2022
contest: Rousing Rondine
sponsor: Jeff Kyser
Categories:
censorships, 11th grade, father son,
Form: Other
My words are under fire
by the PC police for hire
the outcome appears dire
as the stakes keep gettin’ higher
so I write with tongue in cheek
daring them to take a peek
and in reading loudly shriek
we must stop him – he’s a freak.
So the game of words progresses
in a quagmire of word messes
before magistrates in dresses
an inquisitor confesses
that the words are but a token
it’s the idea that they’re spoken
and our PC rules are broken
from the doldrums they have woken.
As their fire licks the pages
listen to the flaming sages
burning in their PC cages
cursing censorships dark phases
first its promise to empower
those held hostage in the tower
so that now they can devour
the soul of each wildflower.
So beware their flaming curse
as they plunder rhyme and verse
and the muse slowly coerce
with virtue’s piety perverse.
©9/12/2018
for – Playing With Words Under Fire Poetry Contest
Categories:
censorships, bullying, words, writing,
Form: Rhyme
Mary has a little lamb, never would name the ram
Susie sat on a thistle, took off like a missile
Goose Mother Rhymes are a favorite of mine
I making them up all the time
This is great
My oh my
Goose Mother Rhymes
Make the headlines
“It about time”, I’ve always said
U.S. Censorship should be dead
Don’t sit, show some grit, have a fit and then hit the nitwit
Get publishing permit
Let’s agree that: “This land is your land”
“Censorships”, “suppressions” should be banned
Inequitable, unfair, wrongful, and unjust
Therefore getting things set right is a must
These Goose Mother Rhymes are happy in the eyes of most
Censorship, is running on empty; a stop is close
Now the time to publish these Rhymes, they’ll be a hit
The Censor; “He was an egotistical twit”
Categories:
censorships, on writing and words,
Form: Rhyme