Oh No! There went the Bell...and I'm LATE!
NO! There's that Hall Monitor I HATE!
First, he Knocked off my HAT...
Then, Clocked me with a BAT!
Oh, why did his his Parents have to MATE!
Next day, Slapped me and Spit in my FACE!
Then he Pepper Sprayed my Eyes with MACE!
With Burning, RAGE FILLED TEARS!!
And Prior SOCCER YEARS!!
I Kicked his JACK JOHNSTON into SPACE!!!
a hooligan cat homeless& t a t t e r e d
hungry&lurking on my porch quite b a t t e r e d
a bitten ear&one closed eye
the other so blue that it made me- sigh !
I brought him in& soon my home was s h a t t e r e d
but in time he loved me&I loved him too - sigh !
You may notice someone in power
Wealthy in either financial fortune
Or social freedom, or popularity
That makes you feel inferior to keen
Thereafter, you wonder the reason
Underlying all the distinction between
You and them, and effort for alteration
But for whatever reason, you fail to gain
Thereafter, you turn to loose hands
And show obedience by pretending
No jealous of others luck and setting in
And forcing yourself hypocritically
Obey and flirt them by forbidding your mind
Of being dignitaries and persistence in truths
To be in cavity alike pets and tools
Without selfness and auto dominance
The doings you act are biologically right
Aside from being morally wrong
As evolution says , the doctrines are urged:
The finner you adopted to the environment
The greater chance you win the competition
But where are the moralities then?
Come on! they are hiding in your soul
Wondering when you are going" to be"
Charitable person, otherwise, hooligan!
Then tell me, what's your confidence
As a human who is morally sound
While also biologically win?
Vroom vroom! The car stops to a halt.
Ooh! Dad’s home carrying him varieties of groceries.
Broom Broom! I sweep my room,
Collecting trash using a dustpan. Alas! The place is clean.
Vroom! The driver sped,
Crash! The boy was run over. Blood gutted out of his throat as he bled to death, helpless, while the heartless hooligan sped off to a neck breaking speed. All that remains is the indelible mark, now a blackspot as well as a death spot.
Vroom vroom! The mechanic tries the engine,
So old it is after it is drained its oil, after the previous race.
Tick tok as the team tries to reinstate it back to its performance so as to win the piston cup that he so craves it like the next breath.
Vroom vroom! The motorcycle halts.
The cyclist drops off a passenger at the crucial destination.
The latter, who is also a taxpayer, makes her way into the compound regarded a religious ground.
After six days of toiling the Sabbath is sure the best day for her to give thanks to god after a tough week.
Why lies?
Why truth?
Why loving lies?
What do you gain
To endure in hypocrisy?
Hypocrites are secret liars
Who keep speaking what
They don't really understand
And don't have courage to do them.
Most times
Hypocrites
Sound good than liars
But hypocrites
Are the most dangerous
People to watch out
The most
Because of hiding their true colours.
Foundation of a hypocrite lies
On strong and deep lies.
You can try to cooperate and
Opparate with a liar that you know well
But it hard to deal with a hypocrite.
A hypocrite can keep speaking
About love and peace from morning
To evening
And turn to be
A Killer,
Or robber,
Or rapist,
Or hooligan
A discriminator
During night.
God hates hypocrisy
Continue doing what God
Does not like ,
You turn to be his Enemy.
Can you come out of hypocritical life today?
Turn your focus
To believing the Word of God
And applying it to your own heart.
God will be so happy with you.
I love you.
May 19/2023
By Alfonso Warally Ngengethe
Mussabwa Chris
Scanter hours of daylight during fall.
Without your grace, I’d not be here at all.
Lilies can smell dew in the countryside.
Sitting on the green and resting side-by-side.
The Quahog calm has a clear few worries.
For so long, a rock amid the din or hurries
He gets his thrills by screening krill.
One gram daily is his sinful thrill.
If nature calls, one must jump on the phone.
You can lose everything you own.
If you do not, you will miss your chance.
Or you will wet your pants from the circumstance.
The beauty of nature is publicly available.
Most men shun it solely, as it's predictable.
trees that were plunged and ridden.
Daily fauna injuries stay hidden.
Despite my wishes, I could not reach the moon.
Smoke over the sea rose too soon.
I must swap roses for weeds.
How love burns by planting seeds.
Our plates float and collide.
My failure threads tremble and chide.
making my shoulders shrug in unison.
While my oceans churn like a hooligan.
Written: October 31, 2022
Awam kay sir par ochalnay wala badmash
Logon kay bal par ochalnay wala gunda.....
A hooligan cat homeless and tattered,
hungry, and lurking on my porch battered;
a bitten ear and one eye,
so blue that it made me- sigh !
Brought him in and soon my home was shattered . . .
______________________
May 29, 2022
Poetry/Limerick/Curly Whiskers and Long Nails
Copyright Protected, ID 05-1460-383-29
All Rights Reserved, 2022, Constance La France
Written for the Standard contest, A Funny Limerick - Any Theme
sponsor, Tania Kitchin, Judged 06/19/2022
Third Place
I'm gonna spank Frank and then I'll whip Pip
Before I slug Bug, I'm gonna slap Cap.
I wanna hit Kit; I wanna smack Mac
I'll never like Ike, and I'll destroy Roy.
So I could lick Mick before I kick Rick
Why don't you die Sly, and say goodbye Guy.
When our flag on Red-fort flew first,
Elders felt no hunger or thirst;
They stood as sure as very hell,
That everything is going well!
They saw, thenceforth, like freedom plays,
This game got assumed many ways;
Leaders, like prophets, seemed so sure,
The gift of freedom to ensure!
Wheels, like bullock-carts, rolled on long,
Change, like tortoises, did prolong;
They felt as though in safer hands,
No fear of hard hooligan bands!
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Do we see the same now, I doubt,
Here exist now much flood and drought;
Longings of poor, here, daily die,
No poor here! To the world, we lie…
Flag, each year, we hoist, as a rule,
I stand as a devoted fool;
Of all colors, saffron shines more,
Have other matters gone so sour?
27 October 2021
rough
coarse, harsh,
creasing, wrinkling, crumpling
vandal, hooligan, uniformity, evenness,
furbishing, steamrolling, ironing
creamy, effortless
smooth
Date posted: 07/28/2021
The fearsome Bulldog strolls
as a robust reminder
to those exhibiting various traits
of hooligan grinder.
He keeps a close watch
for surreptitious acts of malice
from those who sneak a peek
then retreat to their palace.
Kings and Queens
who flaunt their gargantuan pride.
Be careful where you trod
the dog hears every lie.
Blocked by most of the sugar crowd
with their game.
The level of hypocrisy wielded
just adds to the shame.
My neighbor is importing kids!
Broken arms and ankles are sure to follow.
The ragamuffin’s ruckus drowns out the gibbons
totally smashing my morning sit.
The cars arrived, a funeral procession,
each dropping off a hooligan to spoil the day.
I was the only soldier left at post;
refusing to sulk by hiding in my own home.
Determined nothing would move me from my peace.
The hollering became so immense
it seeped through the cracks of neighborhood doors
until peace was an unknown quality.
The skateboards with handles littered the lawns,
pray mantis’s with long arms reaching.
Re-homing sounds like a sound idea
until I’m the recipient
of all your garish garbage that you call kids.
Such a sweet name for these little monsters
and the squalor they leave in their wake.
Since I was just a little girl
With my red hair done in a braid
My face was full of “polka dots”
And a point to tease and degrade.
Handing out snack, my pre-school teach
Seemed so very pretty and kind
‘Til she said dots, I threw my milk,
Ending with smacks on my behind!
But this polka dot hooligan
Was so far from being reformed
Talk of my many “sun’s kisses”
And the sun ran just as I stormed!
Of course now I’m a grown woman
And should have much better control
Unfortunately, that’s not true
I hospitalized the last troll!
Today I sit in custody
But there ain’t no tears that I wipes
‘Cuz I really HATE polka dots
But I don’t mind these prison stripes!
January 9, 2019
Contest Sponsor: Edward Ibeh
Police state, time of hate, council estate, life scar, stolen car, no fun, drug run, hard to sleep, cider cheap, benefits cut, sexy ****, home alone, methadone, gang culture, vulture, mountain bike, no do like, pit bull dog, road hog, bobbly hat, two time ****, gypsy fight, scared at night, hooligan, bad man, fool, game of pool, alcohol pop, community cop, do not point, smoke joint, up the tub, youth club, dirty stop out, trout, five high, do not cry, destitute, prostitute, bad luck, facebook, training shoe, no clue, perplex, free sex, baseball bat, teapot hat, no cash, good laugh, bling blang, fight in gang. Unclean, do ya know what a mean
MUM, just going out for a while to talk to my friends, have you got some money
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