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haZionists
cheat and lie
commit genocide then cry
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poetry crimes
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even the bible told you lies
no one is really listening
illusions in the sky

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Love of food

Love of another person’s good,
All others, worth their while to brood,
But I fall for the love 
That lifts me up to prove:
Naught elevates like love of food--
Love yon of any doubt,
That lives all life so stout,
Rare if ever it minds my mood.
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Limerick (tongue-in-cheek) | 09.09.2025 | food, humour, love

Ridiculous

Don’t spread cremation crumble on burnt toast.
Is what the undertaker said about dad’s ashes.
My furrowed brow responds…
Why? Who would do such a thing?

If you were to follow a random person 
from the street, ever wonder, where it might lead?
You just might pick some ordinary schmo.
single?
innocent?
cavalier?
kind?

You may find out something—wishing you hadn’t 
psycho?
shallow?
yokel?
callous?
hapless?
omnicidal?

Would you spread cremation

Moral Contemplations

Must we honor the promises we make in dreams?
The same moral aspects would pertain, it seems, 
and fate would (if the rules of justice still apply), 
a dream's blissful amorous rendezvous, deny.
Must I live my waking life bound by dream pledges?  
It's too much to trim Scarlett Johannson's hedges.

Shadow Tail

Tree top dwellers
Electric line leapers
Garage roof tenants
They seem to live solely
To gather nuts
Be chased by eager canines,
And flaunt their furry tails.

and that's no bull

I knew a bullfighter, he suffered from a severe case of "a-gore-a-phobia"

Q and A monoku-ku

Just because you don’t understand the question
                                                

Traffic Jam Schadenfreude

Every morning, I work from home
I turn on the radio, if I'm unhappy and alone
You hear so much misery when the car jams are told
Make you feel happier, if you're mean and cold

The outbound George has a disabled tractor trailer
Some drivers now are cursing like a sailor.
On the inbound Holland there is police activity
Imagine all

Deuce, says the higher court

Twenty seven years just to putt,
Court still feels it was a short cut.
The white wigs left long back,
We’re still on the same track,
The slow snail courts snore, eyes half-shut.
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Happenings |08.09.2025| humour, justice

Note: A trial court takes 27 years on a murder case. Legal formalities, two years; framing charges, 14 years; and to conduct the

My Michelin-Cook dream

The cheese was felt chewy at lunch,
I found after a long-drawn munch.
What could have been amiss?
I’d left the wrap on cheese,
Reflecting long I had the hunch.
With that ended great whim--
My Michelin-Cook dream,
Collapsed which as if in a bunch.
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Limerick |07.09.2025| humour, dream

break-up Senryus

Quick break-up Senryus.
Pick one to quickly, cut that old
relationship cord:

I'm sorry, say what?
I can't hear you (confused look)
- we’re breaking up.

You’re the guy that
every girl at our school wants
- it's their lucky day.

It's time that we took
our relationship to the
previous level.

I still cherish the
initial misconceptions
I had about you.
.
.
Songs for this:
Lovefool by The Cardigans
Nothing Can Stop

Writing Poetry

Writing poetry is never easy.
Starting has always been hard.
Ideas rarely flow smoothly
Distractions leave the paper marred.

Thoughts confuse the writing
And never let me think.
Contradictions result from this
And drive me to the brink.

Meter and tone must be perfectly right
And rhyme must be even better.
“Proper Form” should be used,
On down to every letter.

The most difficult part of all
As

Trumpfoolery Skullduggery

You can fool some of the people all of the time, and all the people some of the time, but you can’t fool all the people all of the time—Lincoln

Truth’s a slow lumbering giant
As his fools remain compliant
Lies bite and scurry
To a clueless jury
Nurtured to be spoiled and defiant

Consulting an Expert

On a winding path of friendly kegs,
I consumed warm beer and picnic dregs.
Next to me, a little buzzer flied.
I asked, would he help me decide -
potato salad or deviled eggs?

Pie Toss

While I'm the greatest (I and I alone), 
I think of the ignominy I've known,
and ask, "can time erase
the mess upon my face
before another well-aimed pie is thrown?"

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