Any-
one's sane inven-
tory contains exact-
ly seven hundred and thirty one ax-
felonious monkeys waving hatchet faced playing cards around
as if
they had a good
vocational training
spool of massive yarn bards stacked with fun brain
splatter at their wastefully
toxic
disposal.
‘Parsimonious’ is
not necessarily odious
Though not considered felonious
it certainly is not melodious
Call it what it is ~ inharmonious
I think, AI can fool the surface eye,
the sun of everyday common day --
the night of charming only twinkle glitter
night --
But, what it can’t fool~ is, complex
soul spectrum; what it can’t step away
from is, its own deceitful presence –
the blight of laziness -- felonious poetic
fixes.
Technology has its place and purpose --
let it not be, to dope one's own creative sense
of Fair-play.
God, perhaps, considering an AI earth --
populated with robotic integers, squiggles
of AI digital worth. Both heaven and hell
could be a lot smaller – an entire civilization
on one memory stick. Don’t be a shallowly
composing programmed dick.
Day One... Chapter Two... of
Political turmoil throughout the land.
Where Felonious Trump takes to his throne,
Right along with the rest of his MAGA band.
It's still hard to believe for some,
That millions of Americans voted him in.
As if the first time wasn't enough,
So his convictions can start again.
Yet for millions of others there's
Only fear, that guides the countries way.
Since the art of his deals knows few brush-
Strokes, just finger-painting to play.
With bullying and intimidation as the favorite
Colors, the divide will surely only grow.
Such that the wealthy will prosper and
Concentrate, while the poor can only slow.
The next four years, for some will be dramatic,
While many others will feel only despair.
Because the scales of righteousness are unbalanced,
And the moral compass spins wildly in the air.
My greatest wish is that I am wrong in this preview,
And I can continue to easily laugh and sing.
But this history has taught a lesson to be skeptical,
From a man who sees himself ... as a King.
Not one poet here, should be assumed a poetic jerk!
So when you become Shakespeare overnight, it makes my body twerk!
Nor, have another poet write a poem for you..
Trying to fool us- double shame on you two!
Some here, do it on a regular, shameless basis~
Do you realize, it makes you so very faceless?
And I know, without a doubt, you do not write like that!
Better to write your own style, take off the felonious hat!
And please, do not try to pull that trick on me!
As obvius as an oak tree, growing out of your knee!
If you need help, ask people you trust…to help you with that.
Do not use AI to create your poetry and then expect us, to believe that??
Furthermore, you who do this, need to confess it and make a public apology!
Or if you can’t do that, at least erase the phony poem, restore your integrity!
Maybe other poets on this site, do not care at all?
But I would like to encourage you to return to the Honor Role, of a poet’s
true,creative call!
Pangie
1/7/2027
The real issue is not that Kamala is a typical politician
But that she is not a man
And has some blood of Indian/African
The real issue is not that she is so wrong
Despite her education and experience
But that she was not wrong enough
No need to grab anyone by the p
She has her own
The real issue is not that she is fake phony
All politicians feed us some baloney
The issue is she is elevating women
In a man’s world and some hate that
Some would rather see a felonious racist
Than another person of color win the presidency
And it is very telling of your own heart
alabaster aardvark allows
banished blue booby
cobblestone cracks
during Dubuque’s disastrous date
effervescent egrets
feel felonious and free
giving giant giraffe gratitude
high-fiving hilarious hyenas
illustrious indigo iguana
jokily justifies
kangaroo’s curious kindness
luxurious llama laughs
mangy monkey mimics
noisy next-door neighbor
ornery oustanding ostrich of Oz
provokes prissy persnickety peacock
querulously quarrels with quick quail
resident rodent rushes
sassily sure-footed and serious
temperate tarantula turns
under universal udder
variegated villainous veins
willingly walk weirdly
‘xciting ‘xacting ‘xtraordinary
yellow yang yaks
zing in zigzag zones, zeroing alabaster aardvarks
Let's get this out front
I think I'm in love
With an angel who flies
In the sky high above
My protector, she guides
Or calls down when required
When the future gets tangled
Or perception gets mired
In the thicket of doubt
With it's grey spikey temptress
Angel gently release me;
From unnecessary distress
For my wandering life
Or my future, corrupted
With a laser like focus
Evil plans you've disrupted
Those mysterious voices
With felonious intent
Propaganda or fear
On distraction are bent
A dangerous flight-path
Is neutralised quickly
You're healing my heart
When it's troubled or sickly
Destiny Angel -
Here's my heart, you can keep it
I rely on your power to discern
As you see fit
Let me trust in the future
In you, I believe
As high in the heavens
You dance and you weave
A light laden tapestry
An angelic balm
Such heavenly presence
Of colour and calm
Oh restorative angel
You release me from fear
With a gentle persuasion
And your fore-sight so clear
As I wander unfettered
Through this life; go before me
My affection is clear, yet
Can I trust you'll adore me?
11/4/2023
~~Be quiet now, stir not a single soul~~
Though your hot tears fall hard as boulders,
We are deaf, we give you the coldest shoulder.
Your screams for humanity and justice, we don’t care.
We cover our faces, are out to march,you had best beware!
Of felonious climate change, yes, do write of and sing.
But of actual violence,don’t you even dare say one thing!
Were you under an allusion,that you had no enemies here?
Wake up…we slew you long ago, too bad, you just didn’t hear!
"The Real World"
what you gonna do
when your world
is wrapped up in love
and all you've loved
taken away from you,
a hollow heart remains
an empty vacuum
the implosion,
of all you've loved
taken down the
black rabbit hole;
we were never the same
species, you and I,
we never were;
the smaller truth stolen
by the fallen, poisonouS;
Spider transfigures
into Snake,
boxing gloves on,
the soft satin punched
blue bird inside, wrong;
riding quills caged -
yet the true convicted,
now free ride takes
all of the memories
and time that should
have been yours;
another felonious
story written,
dreams buried
dreams tortured,
the real truth unseen,
bruised, rots away poetically;
what you gonna do
when your world
is wrapped up in love
and your eyes
are blind from all
the false light
hissing out,
around you
deflated corporeality
sucked up
in the endless
nightmare
of the real world,
no longer loving
the real lie
that is a fellon’s
camouflaged
world
(LadyLabyrinth / 2023)
Halloween approaches ...
S.
-
g.
Are you so callous?
Twining thorns around my arms
Hoping to do me harm
Blood drips from my fingertips
My eyes blackened
Feelings forsaken
Are you so brazen?
Chaining my heart to your
Felonious feelings
Tears drip from my eyes
My fingers broken
Feelings forgotten
Are you so evil?
Breaking my back
To climb higher
Sweat drips from my forehead
My soul beaten
Feelings forgiven
In the abbey lived Friar McFunk,
Who pounded piano while drunk,
But to pay for his rye,
Was caught robbing the tythe,
Now they call him Felonious Monk.
She was a hearty lady
Who sailed the silent seas
Born to drift across the deep
Always alive with sails set to brave
The stormiest waters
The sapphire sprays that wet her sails
And promised to dispel all dread
From Blackbeard’s plans
She was strong and sailed
On waves both tumultuous and rough
Abiding her time in the depths
Of a sea alive with fresh dreams
And feelings of courage and extreme
Anguish felt by the broken seafarers
Blackbeard would take all his trophies
With this beauty named Queen Anne’s Revenge
Giving into the forces of a nature packed
With absolute evil it would seem
In the heart of Blackbeard, there would be
No remorse or regret
Only the assurance that he was
Felonious on the high seas
A wicked villain who only knew
The way of the lawless
A pirate notorious for his ways
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He was a raised hand,
Striking down his past.
Delivering sutures
To each of the futures
He touched.
Braying of donkeys
Echoing in his background.
A passing cloud,
Thundering loud
Smatterings of thought,
Like intermittent rain
On corrugated tin.
Ridges of grey matter
Rising, then falling
To the beat
Of felonious assault
,
Hard, soft meeting
Life, entering death
Arm in arm,
With rage.
In this lifetime full of yearning;
through which came wishing and dreaming;
within many splendid, unquiet flairs;
a voice murmured the word, ‘prayer!’
I was needy and you were solicitous,
my mind strayed to the felonious.
Instead I uncovered brazen devotion,
a perkiness brought such an inner commotion.
I screamed out in misery, 'Is that a blessing?'
Mattering, assaultive and mindful distressing;
Urging and purging within my slyness,
my shyness, my outright otherness.
My mind could not or would not awaken.
Tossing the ghost into all forsaken,
'It's that barrenness,' I muttered.
Queryingly back into memories, now cluttered
I craved an eclectic, or electric luminescence
the yearning, was an essential evanescence
the evolutionists laughed at us in retort.
'It's that piety,' I whispered before the court.
The Judge looked on, a bit beguiled,
as the Saintliness beamed and simply smiled.
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