Alexandra Tolstoy, lost it all, the bamks just
Threw her to the wall, held her funds
Locked her out, her fault?
Her Russian husbannd no doubt.!
Although he'd left for many years she took
The hit, expetienced fear; according to some
Info held she lived in Monaco sone records did
Tell, sh'ed visited twice..is domiciled U K, her
Absent man had alimony not paid.' Despite these
Facts it was claimrd otherwise on the flimsiest of
'False; facts' some company filed, not much of a
Bank of records in truth.' Then She got some air to
Tell her truth, nat-west did a u-turn paid her money
Yet the story morals are hardly funny, so be aware
Of subjective 'truths' watch out your info is not
Fool-proof, fact checking' today? Is as we know.'
Not real kosher, yet why is this so..?
From me the wildest faculty,
Now quite normal,soon satanic
That should leave me the casualty
Of some End-Of-Time Titanic...
Not With Men on really Good Terms,
Indeed,partnering with his germs,
Satan strides in and its lent ears
For his pleading eyes: "Have no fears"
"Satan knows man makes a mistake
And has him tied to a big stake.
Note,for sure the difficulty
Of words finding in Britannic
To capture the Gross Novelty
Of what had become organic
Like in-the-rectum pricking worms
And scrotal-sac-domiciled sperms
I plan to self split into two,
Satan Lion share plus my right shoe:
Glad release of A Champion's three...
Man:One! Let him not hang on tree.
Meant enquires consequent
On ken Sampson The Eloquent
Wishing now to himself acquaint
With the conflicts that were frequent,
Where his people are domiciled,
Currently to odds reconciled,
So that he might about them speak
And The Still-Kept Hidden leak…
In the darkest drain slain body,
Not long traced to B Goodie
By some folks loved for being civil
But by their Union ruled ‘Evil’:
To all Good Remarks had sniveled
And on Grave Issues had driveled
Some see A Demon just vanquished
He wouldn’t have Swipes relinquished
Goodie’s killer is distinguished:
Has Satan’s Fire extinguished!...
Ken has The Final Picture grabbed
Slain Goodie was tortured, first nabbed!
Ken would treat not ‘Emergency
From Juvenile’s Delinquency:
This is about Unsafe District;
Every cop to wear a face strict…
The rains bring forth a blaze of flowers wild:
a royal catch, an iron weed,
a color shower.
Wild blue, the flox; gold ticks from seed,
dainty bluebells ring out the hour.
In winter’s grip no longer domiciled,
arranged according to a plan
unknown to man
that shouts with glee that spring has reconciled.
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for the Spring Rhyme Poetry Contest
sponsored by Tania Kitchin
written on 05/01/2022
No pardoning of graveyard bones;
I have my head been shaking at those of the late Jones.
A sinner falls asleep and God withdraws His interest
Whether in the East domiciled or in the West;
Always disdaining our intercessory prayers
And their supposedly anointed Sayers
The lifeless bundle on a stretched out bier
I myself would look at but still mind my beer;
All supplications before their voicing already meaningless
If the lived life of the late was an emptiness
All requiems on its behalf to bump against heaven’s shut doors:
Every priest a mere comedian while begging God on all fours.
Generally dreads the kitchen:
The incalculable losses it occasions one’s image.
Often with fried, oily chicken:
A company that doesn’t anything damage!
For all early morning jogs promptly ready!
Its healthy rejuvenation of a woman’s waist!
Has resolved not to be domiciled in a periphery,
Wherever seems to suggest a satellite
Eating rice with much stew against Beriberi:
A tradition of treading roads of laterite.
Unparalleled roles of reforms she can play
But sometimes the very driver of a fratricidal truck:
The ultimate prices of natural sacrifices she can pay,
Yet, the chief character behind some municipal ill-luck…
Not infrequently, recipient of cheers of a mammoth crowd,
As much the earner of the first bed in a bedlam.
From time to time a powerful voice on human affairs very loud
Not inconceivably between two hearty friends building a dam:
In some cases, emerging the people’s torchlight and battery,
still in others, the mastermind of a scheduled adultery.
For what the wordly hate
The spiritual would wait
Sexual intercourse after marriage
A fanatical pursuit of Mary's image
At what The Wordly jeer
The spiritual would cheer
The gravelly carriage
Of The Domiciled in village
What the former often waste
The latter oftener preserve with haste
The grossly undervalued chaste
Sometimes ,a soon-to-be-spat-out toothpaste
The Wordly eulogizes not Honesty
Why mess around at all with a coward's modesty?
The untouchable theories about Fate
Religious men's most enduring bait.
The FedEx truck is parked outside,
The boxes being piled,
Awaiting transfer home to
The apartment-domiciled.
Each package hits the lobby first
Where doormen do the sorting,
Relying on the numbers that
The carton’s label’s sporting.
The dwellers get a notice that
Their order has arrived
So no one feels that he or she
From shopping’s been deprived.
Containment days of quarantine
May keep us all indoors
But FedEx helps to bring us
What we’re needing from the stores.
Dogs from fields afar
Persistent in a clamorous debate
The right to eat and mate
Decided by a gesture
Yet far and wide
Observing fratricide in man
The dogs behaving better than the masters
Learn us then observe the love
Within the dogs persistent domiciled
… then you decide who’s wild