I'm no grump
nor one to dump
let alone mock
but I can't like or lump
a pudgy frump
in a frock
who my world don't shock
yet here's the kicker
as a chick
she'd be slicker
and not to deride
but if she'd lose a few
a pound or two
the sooner the quicker
on either side
she'd be bodacious
I'd be flirtatious
and we'd roll and rock
around the clock
Listen up, people of the town.
Hear what I am putting down.
Do not look down, do not deride
me when I fall on my fat backside.
Don't judge me by my polka-dot clothes,
my flappy shoes or my bulbous nose.
See now, a man of some renown,
where once, you saw a clown.
A universal income worldwide, said to lift
Millions out of poverty.' There however? Is
A possibiliy i detest and deride.' The cost to
The administrators billionaires themselves
Will engender mass population reductions
Or just plain murder? Or genocide i'll leave
You to work out the best description all by
Yourselves.'
There is fullness in emptiness from self
While cravings of ego are negated
Freeing us against our boastfulness-shelf
Since bliss makes drenched heart remain elated.
With victory* for reaching-out terrain
Fullness is gained as emptiness from pride
Subdues despair of futility-pain
Caused by covetousness that does deride.
Keeping spirit toward gratitude light
Midst sharing, giving, caring, loving-glow
Fullness blooms in emptiness from greed’s blight
For God grants joy along helpfulness-flow.
Let us continue in our kindness’ spree
Blest emptiness yields good-works’ fullness glee.
*1 Corinthians 15:57 But thanks be to God, which giveth us the victory through our Lord Jesus Christ.
April 23, 2026
5th place, "Best 2026" Poetry Writing Premiere Contest
Sponsored by Sotto Poet; judged on 7/10/2026.
352.
My Abomination to Archdemon Lucifer
Oh Archdemon Lucifer, accept my abomination!
You who are popular as “Prince of Pride”
I do not want the way you confide!
You like to be worship from God aside
I do not need the light at your side!
You shame yourself with the outlook you can't hide
I deride your ascension, descend like a tide!
-07/08/2015
(Dumarao)
*My Demons Collection
Not wishing to deride but
unable to make up her mind
let alone decide
my every question
elicited the response of
a definite maybe
a positive perhaps
a certain perchance
or a possible mayhaps
and if it weren't for her bed
being next to the wall
she'd never know
which side to get out of at all
and as for which shoe
to step into first
it's probably the perfect example of
indecision at her worst
Our comedy shows are political discourse. The funniest are those of hypocritical nations- those elders that tell us what to do and deride us when we're not looking.We are certain that we will live long because the world is such a happy place. There are many things to laugh about. For example, people carve utopias on this earth by —forgive my laughter — by forgetting our history, absorbing propaganda and theorising on the best system of government; the "-isms." Isn't that hilarious?
We look to ourselves
and God alone . We're islands
that push wheel barrows
while carrying our cross.
Who cares about our backs?
You scorn the work my chisel made,
Yet you have never held the blade.
You see the flaws, call them mistakes,
But you have no idea what it takes.
It’s easy to point the finger with empty hand,
To stand high ashore and sound so grand.
But the sea never hears from those aground,
Only from those swimming safe and sound.
I won’t explain the things I’ve done.
For you have no idea why it's so fine-spun.
Instead, I'll hand the control over to you,
Hiding the hurt and pain that I'm going through.
Let’s see if you can match your claim.
When no one else will share your blame.
Because flipping the game your way,
Is the only way you'll beg me to stay.
I won’t confront and fight your claims.
Because I know you enjoy those games,
Where you deride my skills and learning,
With phony debates that are so undiscerning.
Don’t judge my journey; you've not trod that way.
Step aside, let me continue; get out of the way.
If you think it’s so simple; I'll let you try and fail.
Don’t mock the captain, 'til you've faced the gale.
Like currents pulsing through the veins of time/
A dance of opposites so grand, so prime/
Light and shadow, day and night,
One cannot live without the other's might/
Like a battery charged with two-fold grace/
Positive hums, negative keeps pace/
Push and pull, give and take/
A cosmic rhythm none can break/
In forces unseen, in whispers divine/
God's glow, the darkness aligns/
Not in war, but in perfect decree/
A balance ordained so life may be/
We stand at the fulcrum, swayed by tide/
Yet neither force may we deride/
For love needs loss, and joy knows pain/
Sunrise must follow night's refrain/
Electric souls, tethered tight/
Charged by struggle, bathed in light/
Each spark a lesson, each burn a brand/
Forged in contrast, we understand/
So, fear not the dark, nor curse the bright/
Both must exist to give us sight/
For without the push, without the strain/
Life stands still, a hollow plane/
Let the circuit hum, let the current fly/
Embrace the balance, question why/
In paradox we thrive, in conflict we grow/
Energy flows where wisdom knows/
Let’s cut right through
the bombast ...
your camouflage of words
And redefine
the essence ...
of what you’ve never learned
Your double-talk
pontificates ...
to lure and to distract
Whose lies deride
wherein you hide ...
from what the truth exacts
(The New Room: February, 2025)
The people come to laugh.
They come to forget themselves,
even for a mere instant.
And in that instant,
nevermore shall they sleep;
they arise and face themselves
unable to turn their heads away
until the last Matryoshka doll
has been unraveled, leaving
a hollow porcelain string
frozen in its place
What soul shall remain untouched?
who will be left to deride the great clown,
when they can only face themselves
without one spark of imminent cachinnation?
Ridi, rid thee of your silent tears,
the greatest clown has come to
alleviate your fears
Rome burns alive,
pick up the harp and the horn
and dance, dance along!
Beneath the stars, where galaxies align,
A pathway hums with vibrant, pulsing light,
The echoes call, as if the night's design.
Where cosmic winds weave tales of fire and flight,
The avenues of wonder stretch and twist,
A tapestry of dreams that sparks the night.
With every step, the shadows gently kissed,
Electric whispers surge through veins of air,
Each heartbeat dances, caught in blissful mist.
Neon constellations twinkle, bold and rare,
As comets kiss the pavement with a glow,
And time, suspended, hangs without a care.
In vivid strokes, the universe will show
A harmony of colors painted wide,
Where hopes and fears converge and ebb and flow.
The heartbeat of the cosmos as our guide,
Through Electric Avenue, we make our stand,
An astral journey never to deride.
In every pulse, the threads of fate are planned,
With every turn, the infinite unfolds,
A beacon bright, a bridge to all that's grand.
So walk this path where mysteries are told,
And feel the charge that lights our deepest dreams,
In cosmic realms, our stories yet untold.
Through vivid nights, we sip on starlit streams,
On Electric Avenue, the cosmos gleams.
Benji practices genocide
Brave new Isreal has sick laws
Is Isreal thinking rectified .
Benji thinks he is glorified
Death is a singletree- the kill nods
Benji practices genocide .
Harris loves Isreal -verified
Harris on housing I applause
Is Isreal thinking rectified.
Trump supports Benji -clarified
He think he does that for a cause
Benji practices genocide .
Stop electric car laws-petrified !
Stop outsourcing I give applause.
Is Isreal thinking rectified?
Many more not identified,
They think that their laws have no flaws,
These leaders rulings I deride ,
If they change-I am satisfied .
When you are too cool,
And we are dangerously fool!
When you are too good,
And we are mistakenly rude!
When you are going to forgive,
And we are going to dive in the ocean of deceitful bliss!
When you erroneously allow us to speak,
And we are going to attack you at your peak!
You call us "the collaborators",
You kill us by the disgraceful gladiators,
You keep us safe by biased words,
You provide us bliss with the disguised curse.
Until you live long in the blissful hell,
Until you confine us in the glorious jail,
Until you can be refined in your guilty conscience,
Until you rebuke us for our misguided sense.
We are united as your crown is denied,
We are guilty as you are still our guide.
We are ashamed that we didn't know our mind,
That is why you can still rule us and deride.
This English legend, don't stand reall tall.' Yet he's the
Peoples champion well thats my call.' He's out of the
Corner they pushed him too; this hero Bridgnd fights
For you.! Hes the English Mongoose lets be real.' the snakes
Are slithering; right out the doors, they steal! ( parl lie mental ) their only mode.! Bloated on the twisted houses benefit
Overload.' If you like Andrew want some change.? Just get
Active don't only, lay blame.' Be part of the answer, make
Some plans, join his colony it could get to a fifty span.?
Support this warrior for the snakes are few.' Gather in your
Numbers to build something new.' A land united agaist
Any enemy threat? wether without or within? Why accept?
Any vex.? Or false teaching.? Just set it aside.if its not
Positive don't even deride.! just state good practice is what
Is needed.! support the mongoose, untill these snakes are all just superceeded.!
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