sobriety is what it means to breathe life back into the Dead
shame having filled their lungs with toxic fumes
living unalive while the sky is fifty shades of Blue
through self-indulgent deeds the devil let himself into the house without an address
squatters rights in your mind
I'm sorry no I don't get that context
this is the power of economy versus innocence
hurry hurry step right up get your tickets here
obscured unstable thoughts playing out within the furrows and crypts
reflection in the mirror
pupils dilate as I focus
but either way you spin it I'm spun
US GDP
DOWN INFLATION UP, WE SEE
TRUMP ECONOMY
old slag value, as valuable as Value allows it
Then as a valuable secondary source,
the slag resulted from the gold-bearing
electrolytic mud smelting
contains up to 0.8–15 k g t-1
Au and 9–13 kg t-1 Ag, respectively
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Coal Ash experiments
sorted theories and Soughted formulas.
Coal ash pits using sewage,
sawdust, and other
dissuaded organics
to recreate renewable coal.
Leaves, shredded wood chipped
wood ash, tobacco stalks
straw hat manure compose
all will be mixed and allowed to
cure to recreate a renewable
source for energy.
Racheter l'ancien Walmart du comté de McDowell,
en Virginie-Occidentale, pour créer un nouveau
magasin et contribuer à la relance
de l'industrie charbonnière locale.
Musique pour basson et cor d'harmonie
Ce genre de musique « Ooh Baby »
Then what to his wand'ring blund'ring eye should appear
A comely young lass willing to spread dread and fear
Even much better's she married much older
"All the better to see you my Dear and be bolder.
I delight in the fright and things will be dandy.
If it will be spread by some winsome eye candy."
All the while this Grinch swallows and wallows in pardon
While he plays DJ where the roses were gardened
You can hear 'midst the din, hue and cry in the land
But this is the guy who now picks the bands
That will be centering all our attention
There will be no mention of any dissension
Because Sinterclause cows the Press and the Right
"Merry Xmas to all", unless we say, "Good night!"
TRUMP SAYS ALL IS GRAND
IF YOU DO NOT LIKE POUND SAND
NOW STRIKE UP THE BAND
Windows blink.
Someone’s still awake,
counting what never adds up.
The billboard’s face glows through the haze,
selling hope to those who can’t afford it.
Clouds crawl like old memories,
stretching their shadows
across the quiet of the soup line.
Rain begins, soft as loose change.
It never reaches the roots.
The sky eats gold again,
and no one seems surprised.
~Brent R. Grimes
The Sparrow
by Positive Mark
Torch-burnt quills never offer apology.
Scorched earth policies revive a dead polity.
Force fed intellects give rise to economy.
Those who don’t fit, I advise you to follow me.
First, let’s pay homage to walls that were climbed.
Put in the time, and you’ll shine like Coach Prime.
Kill or be killed at the devil’s insistence.
If you lack fortitude, strike from a distance.
Fiery orators once fit the bill.
Now, they’re a hallowed list of confirmed kills.
Dead at the podium.
Dead on the balcony.
Genocide rhymes have become the new alchemy.
Armies of men show their butt on the street.
Reeks of an old auction, selling Black meat.
Honest comedians cancelled for jokes.
This is the new definition of woke.
Now higher frequency thought has been shattered.
Shirts weren’t printed when Black lives still mattered.
No reparations for cultural rape.
Modern day poets ain’t bustin’ a grape.
Torches on quills that were once burning arrows.
Who watches you, when his eye’s on the sparrow?
The rats are running a race,
Keeping their people in place,
Placing opposing forces in action,
Causing a big distraction,
As they watch their plan happen,
The opposite reaction,
Giving them the traction,
A sense of satisfaction,
Adding another faction,
Using inhumane interactions,
Throw in an insurrection,
Some misdirection,
A whole lot of deception,
The recipe for inception,
Once you let them in,
You have an infestation,
An invasion of your soul,
Giving them all the control,
While you thought poles mattered,
They splattered propaganda,
Proper pandemonium,
Created those in command,
Planned as something to fix them,
Directed by a mixed up system,
Affected by another symptom,
Racing around for a bit of income,
Becoming one of the victims,
Slave to a system of depravity,
Their rats in every capitol and city,
Hiding in every cavity,
Overrunning your way to be.
Frugality with economy of words
hoping you will read between the lines
silence dishing out the obvious
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: 3rd place 2025
Come on! Let them do, let them pass
Today is not time
To shoot people anymore!
Don’t you know is November the 9th 1989?
Today there is not time
To stop goods anymore!
Come on! Only one thousand dollars
Will cost you a plenty full track!
At 9 past 21 p.m.
The wall is falling down!
Laissez faire, laissez passer!
There are bound to be changes
For our lives further on!
It’s crashing down
Together with our illusions
Their false promises
The wrong secular hope!
Come on!
The wall is not hiding anymore
The totems of progress!
Let’s go worshipping
The glittering gods
Bounding ahead!!
Words much like coins
find their value in their quality
their rarity and worth
in gold silver and every
other precious metal
Poetry may as well be
the economic activity
of juggling assets
where trading and
appraising sets
its market price
AP: 1st place 2025
Submitted on April 9, 2025 for contest YOUR CHOICE L sponsored by BRIAN STRAND - Honorable Mention
bootlicking idolatry
He’s a peculiar star
he comes from TV
ambition is his sphere
and his every line is a trick
all know him a notorious liar
whose business is schadenfreude
but many curry his sweet favour
for he has the cowards furry
and an actors need to be flatter'd
He has no quality worthy of entertainment
but we must see him every hour
for he is an hourly promise-breaker
for rashness, superfluous folly and thievery
the world has noted, he has no historical equal
In moral retreat, he outruns any jockey
the treasures of his idolatrous worshipers
he straightway began to strip away, by tariff
too late their despair they will proclaim
but the misery will be well earned
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Fool by bôa
TROUBLE (feat. Nikki Williams) by Parov Stelar
Who Let the Scat out of the Bag by Tape Five
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Webster: Schadenfreude = enjoyment at the troubles of others.
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Money is all I need
It is the root of greed
Always need to be in the lead
The devil has planted his seed
Fancy Clothes
Sparkling in jewels
Stylist furniture and grand homes
Expensive cars to show their wealth
Charity is not their concern
Not sharing in their reserves
Business and the market are their religion
Some end up in prison
Heaven is not their concern
Don’t care if they burn
Go to universities to learn
Which way will they turn
Will they choose self-glory
Will they choose business over family
Will they choose honesty
Will they choose loyalty
Greed leads to lust and deceit
For money causes their family retreat
Blessed are those that stay at home
Enjoying their children as they grow
Greed leads to bad choices
Causes those to loss focus
It is all about what they can achieve
Leaving others in pieces as they leave
When the tree bears its fruit
It produces rare resources
Should I start counting?
When capital is accumulated
It manufactures wealth
Should I start saving?
The wonders of the world,
As money falls into your pocket
An accomplishment has been made
Is this money enough?
As the knowledge becomes noticeable
An achievement has occurred
Is it what I deserve?
Secrecy of the world,
When the grass becomes greener
It produces rare opportunities
Should I count?
When capital is invested
It manufactures interests
Should I save?
The mystery of the world.
It is stored resources that are not used
It is money that is being utilized daily
Not seen by the naked eye
It is investments that are growing
It is wealth that is being created
Ignored by the world
Move over,
As pennies fall into a pocket
And the counting has started
May you see it
As the wealth grows into a secluded area
And the interest has been a secret
May you know it
Stay there,
It is stored tools that are not utilized
It is monetary values that are used daily
Not recognized by the assessor
It is assets that are created
It is land that is being matured
Ignored by the owner
Move in.
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