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The Poison, our kind seeks but rarely finds
We try to escape its consequences yet
We are always beguiled by its strong essence and state of mind
Protected by laws and rules set by Society
Atrocious, wicked Society concealed under principles and convention
Watching every step with a keen eye like a lion watching a feeble fawn
Waiting for the right moment to strike
Society is yet another quadruped, a toxic weapon, an envious bully
Annihilating anyone that dares to cross its Constitution
Despite this, rises upon us the Bold with lethal sword
Bloodily assassinating any contractions… and declares himself leader
Only then Society bows to the victorious
It’s a conspiracy; it’s a Fantasy, or perhaps a delusion
All which I know I’m Poisoned with no antidote
Sorry Ciro Gargano Boss of
corruption your latest scare
tactics representing queen pin
gangster disciples leaders
is it Man Die wisconsin
woman's prison blood was
everywhere after she stabbed
five persons again man die
female gangster disciples
leaders Ciro Gargano and
my abusive ex husband two
arson murders sharing the
same female violent offenders
looking for early release from
prison by intimidating threatening
fbi confidential human sources
your latest threat ciro low for
even you M17 mounted let's be
honest here are you planning
another assassination attempt
on my life because of arson
murder of 9 your murders yours
and my ex emco chemicals employee
I GOT YOUR INTIMADATION
TERRORISTS THREATS M17 BUSHMASTER
GOOD CHOICE FOR ASSASSINATING ME
SINCE THE LAST ATTEMPT 9mm IN
TAMPA FAILED UNAFRAID OF YOUR
QUEEN PIN VIOLENT OFFENDERS
LEADERS IN WISCONSIN WOMAN’S
PRISON SENDING THREATS
CIRO GARGANO ARSON MURDERERS
OF 9 MY PRAYERS ARE WITH THESE
EVIL HITMEN HIRED TO THREATENED
ME OVER MY AMERICAN
POETRY OVER MY WEARING WIRES
PREGNANT BUYING WEAPONS AND DRUGS
FOR THE FBI FROM JUNK SICK COPS SADLY
CIRO GARGANO BELIEVE MY WEARING WIRES
PREGNANT BUYING WEAPONS AND DRUGS
FOR THE FBI WOULD ACTUALLY
CONTINUE GETTING HIS PRISON TIME
CUT HENCE ALLOWING HUNDREDS OF
SEVERE VIOLENT OFFENDERS EARLY
RELEASE SHAME ON YOU
GOD BLESS AMERICA
Thinking about enthusiasm, I can not stop myself from writing about two things!
Two different 'subjects'!
Still trying to connect!
When two ladies……...
Whose husbands work with the same employer.
Both at same parallel level and none of them inferior.
No chance of competing with one another.
Exceling at every step of success ladder.
…………. pretend to be friends with one another.
Words sailing from cribbing to assassinating character.
AND another lady, who lends her ear to both the liars.
Every day news and fresh gossips keeps her on fire.
Their enthusiasm I really enjoy and admire.
They won't stop even if it misfires!
Enthusiasm might entertain us!
Enthusiam might annoy!
Just remember the day when.........
You are eating a mango and you hear a buzzing gadfly:
Looking around, you witness a greedy green bottle fly.
With up to six thousand ommatidia.
Trying to sting it like an ophidia.
A persistent annoyer.
Perfect, mood destroyer.
You swipe, you slap, you slash or swoosh.
What ever you may do to ambush.
You just can’t leave, just can't swat,
It is difficult to kill the flying beast.
Your mango slips out of your hand,
But it would still demand.
Huh! It still flies with enthusiasm,
Even when you get painful spasm.
ENTHUSIASM POETRY CONTEST
Sponsored by: Caren Krutsinger
Date: 18th June; 2020
Countless instances submitting poems
finds me racking
quite a hefty collection of rejections,
the responses lacking
disappointing voluminous vicious
venomous vitriolic backing
quite the contrary,
the prefabricated responses
unsuccessful at hijacking
my "FAKE" toothy gumption
(since I wear dentures) lip smacking
bite size packing
not exceptionally appetizing,
but definitely wanting
with more pungent acidity stinging
(albeit figuratively) painfully digging
into the essence of all bone marrow,
asper this humble,
who will brazenly continue entering
competitions until scathing
character ridiculed of course including
unsolicited yet denigrating
words clearly, definitively,
and flagrantly insinuating
this prolific entity among
basket of deplorables wasting
his precious energy and time crafting
ambiguous, horrendous, and
nebulous word mangling
poetic endeavors attempting
to garner plaudits generating
infamous, notorious, and
sanctimonious renown diluting
the medium, which
August pantheon replete
with posthumous scriveners
reputations eternally outshining
any facile, infantile,
and juvenile laboring
in my unbiased opinion
far more deserving
of a simple bland communique
devoid of any ripsnorting
flagitious, malicious, and
unscrupulous character assassinating
(mine), which continuously insipid sending
(to yours truly) said
tactfully gentle turning
down efforts requiring
nose to the grindstone painstaking
efforts, which witness shuttering
myself within this
mancave, barely surviving
on thin gruel necessitating
copious blood, sweat, and tears with
nary even a shopworn reprehensible glint
bombarding, condemning, and defaming,
hence such determination bedeviling diligence
to espy acceptably blistering
excoriating, and insulting
nauseating mean opprobrium
meted out to me
until such outpouring
of vindictiveness acquired,
I will continue logic bending writing.
Wherefore art thou to find (even trumped) critique?
Tuning the radio
Everyone stay tuned
Constant drawing attention
Nothing but void, empty sounds
Yelling words without reasoning
Some times what you see can be deceiving
An attacker is a hater
Leaving the victim in distress
Talk! Talk!! Talk!!!
Talkative, feed the brain
Before you open your mouth
Saying things unaware of, cost a lot
Story! Story!! Story!!!
Story-line, how the things goes
A lion showing love, is still a lion
Awareness your acts, my reaction
Aware that you need attention
Without detection, dilute facts
Spiting on the less, thy prey
Portraying to be their KING
Self gratification over all
The songs tuned, while radioing
Came face to face with a lion
Lion ruining into skeeter
Unaware of reaping others Lion's nature
Not unknowing some lion are breeds of love
Others furiously, relentlessly
Wrath unbearable, roared the lions
Hunting the hunters for it's story
Hypocrisy he posses, ignorant followers
Times changes all but never changes
From ages to ages, stage by stage
Ranges war, hunters can't wedge
Coming face to face, multiple lions
Right in the dark, at the night he birthed
Feeding his prey, Bulling and blackmailing
Even amidst the silence of a lion.
Claiming to be the king of the kingdom
When the next of kin, is worthy and ready
How long do this endure, roaring furiously
A hunted lion, by the packs of hyenas
Unaware of another lions, within thy territory
What a history, about to emerged
For it's the lion's feasts, wording weapons
With pen filling every void, noises
From the packs of dogs, Don't leads
They back and follow with love
Unaware of the destruction, endangering lives
Embarking on, mission impossible, penned
Assassinating the lion right at it's den
But they never find a lion, rather a monkey
To dance with in the dark, nuisance the agendas
Wake up, justice is here... The lions don't bark
I roar knowledge, dedication to liberate.
Unrelenting blitzkrieg deadly
assault upon psyche
pounded defenseless
vulnerable mindscape accustomed
to shelter within aproned crease
mama proffered manna, especially
when untethered meek docile lad
subjected to blistering hellfire
infamous hoodlums wantonly unleashed
verbal bombardments lobbing poison
spear tipped invisible blackened barbs
manifold times more agonizing
piercing, targeting, xraying...
guaranteed fatal skull and crossbones
unseen insignia wrought utmost damage
one hundred percent accuracy
ferociously besieging, jackknifing, pummeling...
successfully character assassinating,
a diminutive boy cursed with ideal traits
strongly tempted, delectably savored,
violently bullied (short of physical
stature violated, though seditious)
emotional violation wrought lifelong
oppressive worthlessness complimented
amply by absolute zero self confidence
distilled thru conception in utero
until parturition on a bitterly cold
January thirteenth (apparently small,
medium forces at large, sans right
buffalo wing conspiracy) instigating
ear splitting wailing testing threshold
of tolerance, no crying game, but
palpable anatomical and physiological
dislocations afflicting yours truly
with breathing difficulty courtesy
submucous cleft palate pronouncing
strong nasality, when acquiring speaking
ability more cause to ridicule upon
commencing attendance within Lower
Providence School District, where kids
said nastiest, meanest, foulest, cruelest...
unsolicited comments pointedly jabbing air
mocking severe twang plus pigeon toed gait
the latter rectified with custom made
contrivance crafted by papa that forced
little feet turned outward during sleep,
which less significant aberration became
corrected as I got older, but self shaming
and blaming assimilated thru incessant
intimidation, inundation, invitation...
passive personality tacitly allowed,
provided, and enabled entire classroom
to assail helpless looking human creature
'pon entering home burst into tears!
“This poetry. I never know what I'm going to say.
I don't plan it.
When I'm outside the saying of it,
I get very quiet and rarely speak at all.”
Rumi
Poetry,
sometimes you can be cruel,
manipulating me to express thoughts
which I've secretly suppressed.
You poach pieces of my soul,
massacring my masculinity,
revealing my vulnerabilities -
you make me look like a fool.
Have you become the definition of my silence?
Poetry,
your introduction intoxicated my muse,
bursting drunken lyrics through my veins,
confusing my grammatical accuracy,
acting like an angry alpha autocrat artist,
assassinating my adverse alternative alliterations.
My vocabulary is helpless against your stubbornness.
Poetry,
Sometimes I hate you,
when you are erratic and brutal,
bleeding unfairly against my will,
causing pain through vicious verses,
but, sometimes I love you,
when you bring soothing serenity,
flowing sweetly from my calming quill.
Poetry,
You are a restless rebellious catharsis.
I don't know if you are a blessing or a curse.
My life is repression on repeat,
I'm somewhat an expert,
yet you create a pathway to open doors,
creating a balance in an unstable world.
Poetry,
I remember when I forgot you.
In your unwritten absence,
my heart resembled a blank canvas,
but then you returned like a snowstorm in June,
reminding me of Rumi's beloved spirit.
Now you consume my mind,
my speech and my tone -
overtaking a tongue's desires to remain mute.
Poetry,
I never cared for rhymes,
until you found me at a time of soul searching,
blooming evergreen words to leave a legacy behind.
I was lost without you.