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Tandoori or Tangerine Tan shorts no3

Don't give a jot or 

A sod this lot

On your tod..just nod

Seedier greedier leaders

Stun..Shun the Needier

Not just down trodden

Sodden...run roughshod


Beseech each of those clowns..down 

In the dumps chumps who chose

Plumps for stealthy

Leeches who teaches 

Fools at our schools

Only the wealthy can stay healthy


No education for the nation

Uses...abuses..eschews..media issues..then sues

Argy bargy - sarky malarkey ensues

Bemuses readers…forsake news as fake

It's a Maga Saga ruse for f**ks sake


No immigration...deplore integration

To restore order…close the border

Hardcore race riot diet of denigration

Likes 60's generation segregation 

Damnation not salvation..just devastation

i don't hate you

i don't hate you,
but i want to.
i don't hate you,
after all you put me through.

my memory, 
like a picture frame.
the only time,
i can see your face.

your skin on mine,
between the sheets.
you've turned this in-
-to a sacred place. 

you took my soul,
when you left me.
after promising,
you'd never walk away.

but here i am,
with all the scars.
nothing left,
but a broken heart.

i don't hate you,
but i want to.
no, i don't hate you,
after all you put me through.

i don't hate you,
but i probably should,
just know that i don't hate you,
but i would if i could...

k.s. <3

A Great Lover of Poetry Soup

I have written over 9,000 poems and am in the Top 10.
Obviously, I enjoy writting poetry. Was born in Portsmouth
Naval Hospital on June 26, 1941. Am the oldest of six
children. Was in the USAF Stationed at McConnell AFB,
Wichita, KS. Was a Labor Economist State of Kansas
October, 1970 to August 1976. Moved to Redmond, WA
and was a Unit Administrator for Washington Army
National Guard. Wife was a Certified NICU Nurse at
Evergreen Hospital and Medical Center and graduated
from Wesley School of Nursing, Wichita, KS. We both
retired and currently live in RiverSea Plantation,
Bolivia, NC. Moved here on May 8, 2006. Been here 
longer than anyone else. Graduated from Wichita
State University. MA in Urban Affairs and BA in Sociology.

Accusations

"I'm short
I'm fat
I'm a wh*re 
My a*s is too flat

I b*tch too much
And play too little
I'm nothing but a sl*t 
Who f*ks for crystal

I'm never happy
Always sad
My hair is too nappy
I only make you mad

I suck in bed
Can't give good he*d
I'm not capable of making money
So I'm a thief instead

I'm ugly and disgusting
Nobody can trust me
I'm nothing but a h*e 
Who f*ks for dr*gs and money"

So next time you decide 
You might want to try to touch on me
Remember those words
The ones you've spoke of me
Because lies and accusations
May satisfy your conscience 
But I'm not the one
Harboring skeletons in the closet

Horn Had Taken a Hike to Find Father Farrell

Find Father Farrell and Terrell

when over barrel
while incredible church is imperil
find (call) Father Farrell (Terrell)

Parish which we cherish would scream
when scalded with steam so it did see
when either having been suspectable to sterile
or fond of finding a pleasant parishioner
who has happened to ferociously find 
that his friend was feral
which we knew would be infuriating
while humiliatingly absurd we have heard


Interesting. Old
priest in Wichita, KS
was Father Bob Terrell.

2023 Fifa Womens World Cup - Sweden Vs Usa

Knockout stage 
Women’s World Cup 
Sweden 
versus U. S. 
In regulation 
nil-nil score,
ditto
extra time—
P Ks 
To decide—
U. S. A.
three missed kicks seal fate 
Kudos to Musovic 
and 
The Blue and Yellow!

Wheat Covered Hill

He sat upon a tree stump 
Nestled high on a wheat covered hill
He contemplated life
And if he could find 
More f#$ks to give
Patience is a virtue 
He learns from his mistakes
But now he'll move in silence
With every decision that he makes
Though it feels 
As if reality 
Is tighting like a noose 
The vail may drop a little lower
To reveal the truths he already knew
So his advice to the world
More so, 
A forgotten youth
Perception is the key
Failure, 
Is success, 
That blooms

Start

I love those

Who wait at my window

With perspectives to share

And paint the last leaf glowing green

Upon the dying tree 

In the coldest winter.


K.S. Lakshmi

Heartbreak

how many times can a heart break?
how many times before the pieces don't fit together?
does time truly heal all wounds?
does it ever get better?

I don't think I could do this again,
don't think I could bear this type of agony.
I hate that this is what I've become,
an endless cycle of tragedy

the weight is all-consuming
a pressure that even substances can't shake
it's present even while I'm sleeping
borderline unbearable when I wake 

I miss the life I used to have,
the one where I didn't care.
if a higher power does exist,
what made them think that this is fair?

honestly, how many times can a heart break?
how many times before the pieces don't fit together?
does time truly heal all wounds?
please tell me it gets better...

k.s. <3

Pain Like This

no one told me it would hurt like this.
like sandpaper scraping through my veins.
head pounding, body aching,
tied and bound with chains.

they never explained the pain I'd feel
or the way my body would shut down.
straining against a sea full of destructive things
and I fear that I might drown.

I don't think I can continue 
this is far too much to bear 
I crave the habits that numbed the pain
that pulled me out of this despair.

the pills used to set me free,
and I'd drink until I slept
now reality beats me down 
the title of sobriety is the only thing I've kept

I miss the times I couldn't feel 
the times I can't remember
I don't want to feel this way
just a blink away from a bender

being sober feels like torture 
I need the drug-induced bliss
I know this is what's best for me 
but no one told me it would hurt like this.
k.s.<3

Name

FIRST NAME

Te  T  tered experiences that stem within our being
Va  R iating interest accordingly links us, implying accomplishment
Br  U sh up of our trades supports us to encourage one another
Ch  E ss diversions intensify our maneuvering

Ca  F  feine keeps us sculptured to be at our utmost best
Fo  R  bearers are distinct from us, as we share kindred souls
Co  I  nhered universal characters demonstrate our mirth
St  E  llar so-called quality of us remains immeasurable
Ha N  dshakes transpires being extremely numerous to calculate
Me D  als, trophies and other embellishments match our cases

LAST NAME

Al  T ogether, we intertwine as a class
Bo O ks on bookshelves standing tightly in a row

Ar B  oretums unifies the similarity of the spores
Sc O rpions collectively as a group is called a nest or bed
An N alists combine events of any particular year
Ba D men are those who do evil tied to a gang

2020 January 07     *1st Place*
What's In A Name Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Juliet Ligon

This All Could Be

This All Could Be
AtTractions of the urban surfer,
ExHibits at the shored enclaves,
AbIde the faithful their sole journey,
BaSking rays of summer's retreat,

CoAstal clutter of crowds roll on,
CeLebrities of the day made true,
LuLled breaks in surf even the tide,

NeCks swivels as eyes scouts the beach,
GoOd times are roaring inland,
MoUnting waves indulges the brave,
DeLving surfs stirs the underwater sands,
DaD's and mom's diligently relaxed a tad,

InBounds revitalize the distracted weary,
EvE set in submission of the day's exchange.

2019 September 04

*3rd Place*

Pick A Title, Vol 8 - Acrostic
~~Edward Ibeh
3. This All Could Be

No One

I'm not a race you'd dare to run, 
Love no one's creed, God knows whose son, 
Is life roulette or dominos?
Cross "T's," dot "I's, and slash zeros,
Improvements brought to Burning Bush?
I'm Rampant Straight, a Royal Flush! 
Bloodsucker's victims love their stakes,
Don't ever learn from fortune's breaks,
Who loves the North when trouble's South!!
I flow, more river than a mouth
That swallows hope then spits remorse,
My droppings? Flagrant intercourse,
Won't beg for quarter, court no f**ks, 
Capacitance? Magnetic flux!
Exploding vacuum - here and gone! 
Content! Some call me Satan's spawn!

Brian Johnston
10th of May in 2019

Honeymoon At Dodge City

Honeymoon At Dodge City


Our honeymoon were on first day;
Overnight in Dodge City  did stay;
Supper digested;
Then we rested;
Headed to Colorado without delay.

Jim Horn

That was on Augusy 27th, 1966.
We started out in Wichita, KS.
Garden City is on other side of
Dodge City. They both ar on the
Arkansas River. Dodge City is
having voting problems.

Mick Jagger

Mick Jagger

Mick Jagger has two rubber lips,
His body is made of elastic,
Swivel and swerve those ageing hips,
Replaced from recycled plastic.



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