Entry for Lento Soup Poetry Contest. Charles Messina
I thought if I could learn to walk
Try to listen to the words I talk
The pain may leave my body and heart
Be free like I was, from the start
So I barhed, relaxed, ate healthy too
Know that I must face what's true
Sure, it does take time to try
Cure myself and let my body cry
8/30/26
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Just a stroke of violet paint
Stuck in a cage, far from quaint
When creative bickers with reason
It's no longer artistry season
The cure to this block of mind
Is something each person must find
If ample rest doesn't do the trick
Then find your niche, nice and quick!
In the night wallowed forlorn arts, casting glowing shadows from amongst sempiternal darkness, such brevity before the course of riven lives cast aside, aside then and step through the open gate. Sojourn of the reveries again you must displease me, but in return a promised wish, and wish you do and wish you might upon this star, luciferous, the morning star.
Men need prove them time and again
In ways that endorse them as men—
It makes MAGA what ‘tis,
As is Trump what he is,
Trying hard to self-inflict pain.
To bald, I sell hell of hair oil,
He often boasts to world on boil,
Miserably to fail
In Mid-east, seeking bail,
Iran refusing to fall in his foil.
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Happenings | 12.05.2026 | humour, USA, political, Limerick
Note: Many of Trump’s MAGA followers, a faithful lot for long, seem to get increasingly tired of his foolish ventures that only make day-to-day life hell in USA. Trump still persists selling these remedies to them, gulf oil to all others. This little ditty likens them as a cure-all oil. He thinks he‘s a good salesman, but is he?
Folks, I have to tell you I ain't been sleepin' all that well as of late.
Some of the problem is due to the obnoxious snorin' of my mate!
Or it could be the neighbor's barkin' dogs up and down the street,
And believe me, there are howlin' hounds and yappin' mutts replete!
I've tried numerous sleepin' aids off the pharmacist's shelf,
Tryin' to cure this dilemma and get some sleep for myself.
Eureka! I found a simple remedy for my plight in church today;
I fell fast asleep as soon as the preacher arose to have his say!
Dabs of pink monstrosities
stained her torn buttlebees
while bitter tabblecurs
stabbed her bare knees.
She lay upon the forest floor
as death teased her sad head
and numbing poison
paralyzed her blackening limbs.
'Twill be this evening
'fore she's found
by a skilled nursemaid
whom drags her to tothermeld.
Days shall pass with torment
while the lass heals with
dallies of sonderlils
laced with summerlice.
She will lose one leg
yet she will rise with gratitude
and kiss the grundlesky morn.
A tv commercial comes blazing across the screen.
I am in the kitchen, and the TV must know this
Because it went from volume 35 to volume 57.
People who have mental heath issues can now demand this from doctors.
It is a formula that is guaranteed to maybe help them.
They call it 713x6T7.
The actress on the screen went from looking down and desperate
to twirling, whirling and leading a joyful flash mob through Chicago
a disclaimer is read at the end.
Do not take again if you have temporary blindness
a stroke, heart attack or cannot lift your arms due to paralysis.
H-E-A-L-T-H-C-A-R-E
So peace of mind washes away the fear
When someone holds your hand and takes care of you.
You'll relax more and tend to be less blue.
The Martans have taught me well!
Flyin' high in a peaceful UFO.
Dreamin'.
Love for all!
Taking care of one another,
Even the Extraterrestrials!
Without a plan, we face a sad decree.
Where negativity haunts our minds like destiny.
No joyous sight when bills begin to stack.
Confidential debt is just a heavy sack.
The Martians have taught me well!
Flyin' high in a peaceful UFO.
Dreamin'.
Love for all!
Takin' care of one another,
Even the Extraterrestrials!
Let's go on the UFO where people thrive.
With spatial schools that teach docs to keep us alive.
It will be good to know that Grandma gets Healthcare.
And needy kids will get treatment there!
So, let's fly high and care for one another.
Healthy food, and cures for sisters and brothers!
The Martians have taught me well!
Flyin' high in a peaceful UFO.
Dreamin'.
Love for all!
Taking care of one another,
Even the Extraterrestrials!
You warped my consciousness as a snake chokes its prey,
Being the crayons of my colourless tale meant to be grey,
Once a lonely rope left swinging, now your creeper coils along my way,
A drifting cloud carved by storms finally opens to its long-lost day.
A straight thread now tangles itself into the loops of your thoughts,
Being the spell that breaks open the oldest knots of my hate and curse knots,
Once a lone trunk now splits into paths that rise to make your leaves’ bed,
A lost traveller scorched in heatwave’s furnace finally discovers its shed.
A body consumed by your soil, atom to atom in it,
An exhausted, burning soul dissolves into your gathering clouds as it sits,
Consciousness dilutes in the pure solution of your life,
The last breaths of mine always rest in the veins of your heart’s life.
I love so much herbal treatment
Natural cure and remedy
Little or none bad side effect
That for a room of torture
A castle wall inside
Pain's self- made does scare as much.
Pain's daily self-applied.
If not deeper, more gloomy
One's mental state therein.
At peace; that sorer grievance
Which envies others in.
Rooted in gold,
I rise in a wave.
Flow returns.
Strength reclaims.
It comes on the tide.
In skies, my mind rides.
The Cosmos cleans
My mind is in golden dreams.
So I went to the quack on a Wednesday
He said that they'd found something wrong
He said there's this thing called a prostate
And mine well its just not on song
The best thing to do with a Prostate
Is just take the Bugger away
So that's why i'm sat in my garden
With six holes in my belly today
They cut and they scraped and they prodded
And shuffled my insides about
Till the bits on the left were all righted
And the right bits were turned inside out
So now I'm at home in the garden
My belly it feels a bit odd
I don't know if I should call the doctor
Or if I just call Dyno-Rod
But the best thing I know is that prostate
Is now in some hospital bin
Its not in my guts spreading Cancer
Like it would if they left the thing in
Love and hate is like two trains heading in opposite directions.
It's a choice that you make with the miracle of freewill.
So I choose the train of thought of love.
And begin to question, how does one make love?
If one starts with kisses as the first base.
Would the process of applying lipstick be considered a kiss?
In that case my mouth would have missed the chance to be first.
What about eating a fruit of life with its sweet nectar?
In that case I would be last since mothers milk comes first.
If kisses produce love in my veins.
I would go for that over sour wine.
But what happens to love if it is over fermented?
Would I be overdosing on the bitter taste of medicines ?
Words "can" cure blindness
When my eyes deceived
One word of kindness
Relaxed and relieved
So close to blindness
Your words weren't in vain
One "dose" of kindness
Soon eases the pain
One fact reminds us
Works better than "pills"
One "drop" of kindness
Can "cure" the world's ills
Please cure "our" blindness
Our "death" so it seems
One "act" of kindness
God's "breath" fills our dreams
Let loose the "insanity!"...and let loose your "humanity!"
Remember...kindness is "contagious!"
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