it’s been decades since i’ve seen you last.
the fighting was better than this
dull silence from you.
it has stretched between us
like those years we spent together.
the love that transcends the death
you brought upon me.
why do you deny yourself heaven?
the touch of my skin?
the taste of my love when you suck it out of me?
it is still inside of you,
your love is not lost on me.
for our hearts to dance one more time,
i would let you do it all again.
stab my heart, drag it five blocks
down the street
to the park in paris where our ghosts would meet.
we could act like lovers,
deception where there was once devotion.
take these decaying pieces inside of me
and show me what i can become at your hand.
i love you like i never left.
TRUMP ON NBC
LOSES HIS TEMPER, BIGLY
ACTING LIKE BABY
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Prof: Welcome, Lady Metaphor—thank you for joining my podcast today.
Lady M: Sorry, I arrived early; I have a tendency to appear unannounced. Ask me what you like.
Prof: You haunt our sentences—where do you live?
Lady M: In the space between is and is like.
Prof: Your favorite hiding spot?
Lady M: Behind as if, inside a liar’s pause.
Prof: Some say you’re overused.
Lady M: So is oxygen. Try living without me.
Prof: Any advice for new poets?
Lady M:Don’t chase me. Stand still. I’ll find you.
The poet John Keats
ran a hash-joint named, "John's Eats".
A Greek girl sought work. Disinclined to spurn,
he asked, "What does a Grecian earn?"
The man in the elevator pushed button number eight.
The car lurched; then it wouldn’t budge. He griped, “Oh, I’ll be late!”
One babbling freak, two clueless girls who smacked gum and played rap,
two men with body odor, and two hoodlums shared the trap.
He wished he had air freshener, nerve pills, earplugs, handcuffs.
He had to quell the urge to knock all seven on their duffs.
At last, the captives were set free. He raced to the eighth floor.
He’d missed the interview, and he was bummed out to the core.
He thought the day could get no worse; then back at home he saw
a beast relaxing in his chair, AKA mother-in-law.
His wife said, “Mama’s moving in, Dear. Isn’t that good news?”
He forced a tiny smile but wisely didn’t share his views.
Disguising Interview
“Tell me what happened”, said Satan.
Hmm. I went to an interview at a company.
“Where?” In the Park Royal Industrial Park.
“What company is it?” I'll tell you later.
“So, what happened?” Asked Master Satan.
I rang the bell. A man was let into the building.
A worker. Warehouse worker. Middle-aged man.
He took me into the canteen. He sat me down.
He sat me down at a table. There was only one chair
Positioned in front of the door of the toilet, beside the table
One table. One chair. “Interview with one chair??
I arrived earlier. Ten minutes. I sat there for more than twenty
Nobody came. “Continue, please.” During this time, I was monitored
“From the camera?” Also. During this time, men walked in and out of the toilet
And all of them watched me. All of them were… “I understand.”
How these men look like?” Manly. Aggressive. And other…
“Did someone talk to you?” No. Nobody. I left the building.
“This was a psychological test. In the UK. You are a victim.”
Of English Psychology. “Yes.”
I don’t need
Psychological
Auschwitcz
In my life
“That’s
Right”
You thought the application was the hardest part
Without actions you have to share your heart
While your talking you're wishing to read their mind
Are their thoughts of you nice, pleasant or unkind
Why do we have to be interrogated just for a job
By looking at me you can't tell if I'm a lazy slob
Yes I'm nervous and shaking trying to impress you
My words and experience is all what's going to make do
Don't judge my past actions and mistakes
Please i was young then, give me a break
Your chance is in their hands no matter what you say or do
I think we all have felt this way when going on an interview.
Hello Goldie,
why are you hiding my sweet girl ?
I am afraid that I am an orange freak,
afraid to whirl and twirl.
Oh Goldie you are beautiful and so unique,
so, swim and swirl with celestial mystique !
Yes, though a baby goldfish,
in this aquariam I am going to gleefully swish !
"Tell me, Purple, do you envy your sisters?
Do they envy you in the shy morning mist? "
“Pink-Dawn and Day-Blue, both cheerful and pretty,
paint the wide sky in sunlit visions.
I bruise the clouds and make them weep
with rain - to turn the grasses green.
I envy them not, nor they me.
We each take turns to paint the scene.
And sometimes, at the edge of days,
see us together: Purple, Pink and Blue and Gray!”
Written By: D. Collins 5/7/25
Mr. President, you have a bitcoin run by your family.
Wouldn’t that be the definition of selling prestige?
You went at Hunter Biden claiming that’s what he did.
But you’re putting dollars in the pockets of all your kids?
You want Canada and Greenland to be your accomplishment.
Yet, rundown and deport those not of Caucasian descent.
The World has color which shines so beautifully bright.
That means this country will never again be Lilly White.
Mr. President, are you there? Are you hearing me out?
This ain’t about red states down in the Dirty South.
I step to you because of my bewilderment.
As to why I pay more for drinking Heineken.
I met a streak across the night,
a blaze of breath, a flash of flight.
A shooting star with silver flare
descended near, through whispered air.
I asked, “You fall so fast and bright—
what secrets do you steal from night?”
It flickered once, then shaped a voice
as if my soul had been its choice.
"I carry wishes, hopes unspoken,
tokens of hearts that remain broken.
Each trail I burn, a soul’s demand—
a silent prayer not made by hand."
“Do you regret the paths you take,
so brief your flame, then you forsake
the sky, the stars, your cosmic kin—
for just one flash to spark within?”
It laughed—a sound like chiming glass—
"Regret is for the ones who pass
through time without a burst or flare.
I live in sparks, I scorch the air."
"You interview me as I fade,
but do you live the life you’ve made?
Or wait like dust in twilight’s seam,
hoping I’ll grant your dormant dream?"
I tried to speak, but it was gone,
a sizzle swept the dark to dawn.
Yet in my chest, a burning scar—
left by the words of that bold star.
Place: Honourable mention
“Oh, my dear mirror!
You show the queerer,
The beautiful and the ugly,
As they are!
Everything on the left
Stays on the left;
Everything on the right
Stays on the right.
What you see, you show,
Neither less nor more!
You’re the best judge,
That we all know!
Even for the sake of fun
Against none,
You never show
An iota of grudge!”
When I ask, if it has anything
to say on the contrary, it humbly says,
“If I’m curved inwardly or outwardly,
I show you the things quite differently!
If I’m broken into many pieces,
A shattered image you get from me!
I’m impartial to the core when I’m flat,
And reflect exactly what is before me!”
You are portrayed altogether differently
By the people with crooked minds!
People with plain minds portray you as you’re!
A great lesson from the mirror, we’ve to learn!!
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Indomitable
Indefatigable
Impenetrable
Immovable
Immense
Incomparable
Interior Lineman
~ Quoted, “Hi, Mom’
Hey, why are you copying me?
Every word I say you just repeat.
Lose the mocking attitude, please?!
Look at you, you're even trying to be me!
Overy and out, you're only just a tease.
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