Slow down, Democrat!
Another Trump Bump;
speed again controlled --
your downhill throttle,
your Radical in a green
bottle...corked, the lessen:
Don't Drink and fanatically
drive --
All US gears back in Thrive!
Our Nation having had full,
of your screwy, Woke Jive --
You've been overwhelmingly
voted out, to unclog the Nation's
impacted, suffering Republic Orifice;
The People have loudly spoken~
showing the exit-corridors,
to Left Politicians lacking acceptable,
sane, moral borders --
American has taken a huge laxative dump
Bowel corrected, clear for freshly discharging
those newly elected given firm, purging orders!
Near the edge of democracy’s garden
sprouted the Tree of Misinformation,
quickly growing into the largest tree
with leafy branches broad and long and tall.
Though toxic was its eye-catching fruit,
many ate the deceptive apples
that clouded their minds
and blinded their eyes.
They could not even perceive
the clear, self-evident truth
that a deceitful serpent
had slyly seduced them.
Fanatically following the swindler,
angrily amplifying audacious lies,
they spread wide more tainted seeds
throughout the lush fertile garden.
Will the garden wither into wastelands
littered in reeking, rotting fruit and minds,
while the people perish
not understanding why?
(This poem was inspired by the not-nearly-so-dark Oct. 8, 2024 Frank & Earnest cartoon by Bob Thaves as well as the equally dark Garden of Eden story in Genesis 2 and darker-still political events. See also my poems “How Would Jesus Vote?” and “The 2023rd Psalm.”
The moon causes
The sea to wave
The earth it rotates
The tides they roll
Nature it's grand
Fanatically fantastic
Furiously formed
The sun is not to be ignored when
In full glory, but in winter it seems
Weakest in its morning story
It just only lays Lazily in its
Lurid sky
My mind hungered the untimeliness
of shattered existence above all grave
battered thoughts sullen whispers quiet
hushes I employed to write to empty
oneself into an invisible crowded realm
ecstasy of the soul craving my hearts
glow the brilliant hue that send signals
down my spine as if I'd swallowed the sun
capturing necessity illuminating fields
of joy my bones cringed beneath my flesh
holding my pen I'd write of sadness madness
courage and mirth a rapture awaiting newness
fanatically so the meeting of the minds shall
gather in spite my absence an yet I invited
myself deep inside criticism once again
vaguely I'd remember a time of calm
creating prose and song shaking off
writers block like a bad poisoning
chiseling away at a masterpiece hidden
within the braising wall I'd cleverly built
around myself protecting my craft my work
exposing my scars revealing emptiness
very closely dancing with insanity uncertainty
merely unfolding leaf's binderies of truth of love
Written by Mrs Yolanda Joy Nicholsen
Squirrely squiggly
Toughly Triggly
Whirly Wiggily
Girly Giggily
Laughingly happy
Graphing her Gaffy
Draffingly Draffy
Slappily slappy
Nonsensical verse
Comically inverse
Maniacally reverse
Fanatically converse
Piggily pig
Jiggily jig
Miggily mig
Squiggily squig
I would have less surprised if they had chased down religious mothers
And murdered them in their carpeted hymn singing churches
They were frenzied, fanatically incensed, a revved up mob
Brains had been overturned by the whip tongue of the outgoing czar.
Blood splatters on the pristine building left a fleshy carnage.
Who has the noose?
Where is the vice president?
Steal and loot. Plunder. Pillage.
An insurrection no one can be proud of, making it a weirdy cat week.
by Wayne Wysocki
There once was a banker from Kent
Whose life was fanatically bent
On saving each quid
Like no other did
And moaning with each pound he spent
At least,he selected his ambitions from unavailable list,
And forcefully,had himself climbing the ladder with haste,
Facing the reality involved in it was dramatically a frist,
Until what's needed was clearly seen in the day's mist,
They weren't siding with him over that sheet,
"Do this before our efforts offer you a seat",
It was hard to crash that parental yeet,
They expected him to cling to what they see as a frim,
"You people have dead generational mentality",
In a close mouth,he defendend himself with fractuality,
Evidently,refuses to disclose his potentials in order to prevent failing dream,
Years after,he became that which was the parents need,
Aside the sacrifices he vested fanatically in his all time meat,
He is consistently thriving in superrealist wing,
And that's the spirit in a diademed King.
Lord Have Mercy (@ Mercer & Broome)
I feel richer already
Says my lungs to my brain
The tactile orgasms and inquisitive Asians
Both ample yet directionally challenged
Growing with each thrust and lunge
My pearl is at Purl
Descending into fiber heaven
As poignant observations
Play hide and seek
Across this fanatically tethered cobble street
The runways play under everyone's feet
Each movement and stride
Gaining reason, style and raconteur
As winds slightly tremble
Kissing all the naked faces
Beauty comes as beauty seeks and gets
Welcome home, haute ones.
(10/12/16)
A fragrant flower left by the glamorous gods
For me to praise and panoramically ponder
A monolithic maiden rising from the pods
As each day my hopes grow fanatically fonder
Within the day she is the shimmering summer sun
Within the night she is the mated magnetic moon
Oh the wishful web that I have spontaneously spun
So I may wakefully wallow in my candescent cocoon
A congenial carnivorous Venus fly trap
Feverously floating toward her fallacious fumes
Euphorically embracing as her wings begin to flap
As I find myself in one of her tenebrous tombs
Left to rootly rot as I rapturously retire
For I shall be known as a disciple of desire.
July.12.2016
Limerence - Poetry Contest
By Nayda Ivette Negron
*
Female sexuality
Fanatically robbed
Fraught with violation
Forever left in shame.
Folds of indignity
Forceful invasiveness
Fulfilling love denied.
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*I feel very strongly about this topic.
Have been meaning to bring it up.
This Pleiades is short but meaningful.
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Contest: Any Poem#29
Sponsor: Poet Destroyer A.
Placing: 2nd
I'd like to be your daffodil
and kiss you with my petals
beneath the golden sun,
where four leaf clovers grow
lush
and lucky and fanatically green
I'd like to paint my poem a meadow
where her words could roam freely
as a butterfly flittering gracefully
through the trails of
hope
and rain and forgotten dreams
I'd like to call you my wild rose
and press you gently
against my belly
until your thorns grab ahold
two flowers becoming
one
and sweet and simply complete
I'd like to live life unafraid
and laugh through the madness
that makes blond hair turn gray,
sometimes it's tough growing older
alone
without a proper chest to call
home
and familiar and perfectly whole
This morning I wrote a poem
about a yellow heart
pining for red fusion,
in a desperate attempt
to shake the fruit
that never
falls
And tonight I am alone
without tangerine lips
or the temptation of apple,
carefully watching familiar verses
unravel themselves
and fanatically dance around
like a final punctuation mark
or an overused cliche,
while my hands whittle metaphors
into a quick-witted instrument
sharp enough to scrape
the smeared imagery
off the sidewalk of poem,
Still I am not sorry
the fruit has not
fallen
to kiss my weary head,
it takes an overly cautious yellow
to see the perfect shade of red
My mind is
Moving rolling
Soaring
Moving faster
Slower to my thoughts
My mind is on this
Winding track that is…
Link by kink
Growing faster
Slower to my thoughts
My mind is on fast-forward
While my heart is on rewind
My mind
Fanatically oppressed
Dramatic to heart
Systematic to life
And this track is…
Bar by bar
Swelling faster
Slower to my thoughts
Drawing a circle
Stroke by stroke
It closes in
Bringing my mind
To this…
Word by word
Flowing faster
Slower to my thoughts
My speech is jagged
Thick and cracked
Lacking the smooth continuity
Melodic
Symbolic message
Because my mind is getting away
On this…
Running faster slower to my thoughts
I can’t function
Because my brain
Is filled with the essence of the world, me, you, me
I can’t function
Because my mind, forever
Moving
Rolling
Soaring
Is on this…
Friendly Fall Follows
Fretfully Finding Fulsome
Frolicking Fellows Frantic For
Fraternal Fiendish Favors
Full From Fallow Flavored Fancies
Fitting Free Falling Follies
Fallaciously Fanatically Fuller
Fine Frocks Forwardly Flatly
Forever Fatter Fettered Fools
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