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Season of Anomie

Here I am my compatriot 
Do not bore me with inanity 
Stay in your lane dear friend 
And let me stay in mine
For this is the season of anomie
Tempers are high and boiling over
Do not try to teach me good manners 
Cause my patience has run out
And I can no longer listen to lies
Spewed from

Categories: inanity, allusion, anger, anti bullying,
Form: Free verse

Give Me Clarity, Not Parody

Its a conundrum to me.? In Ukraine i see; farmers
Complaining they can't farm' because of wars harm
The E U did help, droppling tariffs no stealth.'
In Holland its different..There the farmers are punished
Net zero ' and soundbytes don't encourage' the rulers
Are hostile.' yet eye the farmers lands in ernest.' again
I hear of shortage of foodstuffs, because

Categories: inanity, allusion, change, conflict, confusion,
Form: Rhyme

Contention Intentions

Idris Elba speaks out '
Heirachy isn't democracy
Truth Is. No; yeller..?

Categories: inanity, addiction, baptism, confidence, courage,
Form: Senryu

Book: Radiant Verses: A Journey Through Inspiring Poetry

Virtual Inanity

Can’t touch the holographic Xmas tree
no carols play amid the on-line crowd
no greetings – lest offense be taken
the “money changers” temple rules again.

No Red Faced Santa rings a call to Alms
just pop-up ads that beckon further debt
the sleighs replaced by  Mr. Bezos’s vans
no milk and cookies, all that stuffs been banned.

But we will host

Categories: inanity, change, christmas, culture,
Form: Verse

Quaint Inanity

Quaint Inanity. 

Sometimes ago I'd thought of the idiosyncratic Shenanigans our politicians  employed  in declaring their manifesto. They're  quite rapscallions. 

Exhibiting hoity-toities during their declarations of flapdoodle, they 
Tune their cozenage to the rhythm 
Of rascality. 

And you see kaleidoscopic legs picking
The nimbus of the elfin music. 

And they're swayed into cotillion

Categories: inanity, political, power,
Form: Free verse

Midnight Inanity

The hour is late and my mind has been spent
my head is hollow, filled with spider’s fluff…
No, no that’s not exactly what I meant,
but I’ve used up my word ration on… stuff.
I wrote all day long, I’m thinking in song
and poetic forms are coming out wrong.
Morpheus, I believe I need some sleep.
Tell me, where do

Categories: inanity, confusion, funny, on writing
Form: Rhyme