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Poets
Why is it poetry, is a like dirty word and talked of in undertones?
It’s like a naughty postcard, more flesh than there are bones.
Poets tend to deny their art, “I’m not a poet, I’m a rhym-er”
Come on you lot get stuck in don’t be a poetry two-timer.
After a glass of alcohol some may admit-“I like a little verse”
“But no I m not into poetry…” It’s like a speech they did rehearse.
Now poems I’m getting good at, but famous poets I don’t know any
Don’t ask me if I’m a poet, because in wages I don’t earn a penny.
Now rhyme I am not bad at, but at free verse I would stink
As for haiku, senryu, and other forms, I stink I really think…
I listened to some so called poets; decry their art the other day
They denied their art while they listened, to what each other had to say.
Standing there with their poems held high, “I’m not a poet” they all said
Well get down from the microphone and let’s hear a poet instead…
They pass their poems around the table, like some black market currency
Not wanting anyone to see it, but they are at a reading for poetry.
So be loud and proud you poets stand firm for what you believe in
Tell them you are a poet, and just get used to all the teasing
I used to be a shy poet and I write verse with some frivolity
But the definition in my dictionary says “words with a pleasing quality.”
So now I am open to judgement from all of you wonderful poets
You have all commented on my work, but do you really know it?
You all have qualities that scare me, you really seem so clever
So can I finally admit to being a poet, from now on and forever?
~GG~ 27/09/2012
A terrible experience Kelly was to suffer.'
The gestation system of the nhs here is hard to utter, the lack of indepth screening almost
Seems to set the stage.? A mini act of removing humanity.? In a variety of ways.?
This was not i think probable pre twenty
Twenty two.? Three words to indict a decade..To my observation.? Comes through.' Through all the rushed proceedures through much limited medical
Supply..Although black market drugs are
I hear in steady supply.' There seems also a
Strange concurrence with professors and
Junkies and would you beleive it some pharmacutical thugs, a climate train thats lost control and More unneeded septic bugs, there is to be an examination of this
Womans case i hear..' Is she to expect a fair appraisal.? Or just some jargon? Or in
Time you'll be better my dear.?
GONE VIRAL (For Corona virus/ Covid 19 contest)
Don’t splutter, don’t wheeze
Don’t cough and don’t sneeze
Or they’ll lock you up
And they’ll mislay the keys
Don’t tell them you’re hot
Just say that you’re not
And don’t touch your face
Or you could be shot
With those swollen glands
You’d best wash your hands
And stay well away
From where your gran stands
In this world of issues
And black market tissues
Hand gel is gold dust
And loo roll is re-used
For shelves are now bare
No toilet roll there
Somebody said
It’s a media scare
It’s just four weeks on
So many folk gone
The cynics all died
Knowing they got it wrong
In gas masks and visors
The army now spies us
We walk down the street
And a magistrate tries us
But we are survivors
And no law shall tie us
I’m off for a drive
In my Corona virus
19 March 2020
Contest: Covid 19 Contest
Sponsor: Team Poetry Soup
See as she makes her move
Towards the end of the gathering
With this all eyes were on her as one we crave
So creepy the moves were as one so daring
In a minute she stole my heart
For an unreturned everlasting trip
Not to death but that which is called a black market
Yes a black market is it that in love it makes us creep
This love as a lad do lay in my heart
For the honour of the elderly
And to be well cultured in all endeavor
It's a bliss she creeps in that early
But her stay now has no favour
Hear me well you pretty
You've stayed this far in my heart
As you're placing me in the mold
Creepy oh creepy
As you nutshed me to loving you as a lad
Though favourable as lad but a stigma you're now
Stay away from me you pretty devil
You've hooked my heart and tongue to bow
For unknown cause amidst my peers
You're a worker of iniquity be far from me
Unto you I put my trust dear divine
To take the heart of this woman from me
And Grant me a heart of dear
This I pray and hear me dear divine!
Lovely hate crimes spate – trumpeted violent trend
(posthumous playful note to posterity kith unsealed
courtesy yours truly once deceased and cremated.)
Whew...so glad tubby gratefully dead
butta shaw miss dug hid ole days
when violence highly overrated
unlike current rooted locked dread,
aye wax poetically nostalgic when Fred
Rogers friendly persona
already quaintly outdated
mutinous armed militia incessant childish
popgun lawlessness pranks ran amuck
indiscriminately fired
magazine round as bullets sped
whizzing to and fro, hither and yon
slowed then stopped by flesh,
while folks nestled abed
bloody sheets, yupper reckon
shot blew hole head
off, no necks time
no matter innocent victim led
virtuous life kneadlessly,
purposelessly, unfairly...
stole by bullet size Grinch, hmm possibly
just maybe, he felt put off and miss sled
by Whoever, thus mad as hatter his said
color turned fifty shades of gray
mottled with fire engine red
now, no matter such innocent chitty chitty
bang bang ruses by duplicitous
hotheaded hooligans bred,
cuz instead every man, woman and child
blessed, donned, gifted... with atomic warhead
absolutely crazy, but president instead
wanted even Steven playing field to win votes,
no matter constituents begged and pled
naught necessarily in vain
since humanity in short shrift
cleared off terra firmae,
another foreign species immune
to radioactive fallout sprung
out Taj Mahal fountainhead
of atlas shrugged ayn rand dilly read
deed planet Earth proof positive Q.E.D
drafted fiat whereby high
powered weapons packing heated lead
plus scattered nuclear bombs
melted than repurposed material
i.e. former munitions armaments purchased
hoof hull legal black market
into raw bits moon units instead
necessary for android robots to tread
carefully, but carry big stick,
when encountering dreamy eyed electric sheep.
the leaders of tomorrow bravely take to the dais
justified their precious life,
liberty and pursuit of happiness -
stolen under their figurative nose)
asper an unparalleled heist
recouping quintessential basic human rights,
and will NOT yield an inch
(or any other minuscule amount),
if for no other reason
(and many more valid claims prevail)
such inalienable American birthrights
(codified decrees endowing freedoms -
tattered to shreds via frenzy of bullets)
guaranteeing harm inviolable unjustly out priced
sacrificed by lax second amendment spiced
within wanton murderous sprees wherein assassin
literally calls the shots (supplanting
assigned storied halls with din
of fire arms (acquired
from pennies on the dollar,
or bartered for a bottle of gin
within the underbelly (viz black market)
of society, where trigger happy jinn nee
as slaughter sans killing fields mount
with resignation vis a vis
tocollective shrugging shoulders prithee
and upend safe havens i.e. storied academic re:
deuce sing self preservation (UNFAIRLY)
to activist minded students tree
ting each day as a survivalist course, thus WE
as coined on legal tender (E Pluribus Unum)
MUST unite against love affair with pistols, no matter
one or more mere mortals
think Matthew Scott cray ZEE!
...No longer could they blame it on others,
or chock it all up to society,
their losses, their failings, due to their choices,
a hard truth, and many were not ready.
Some would see what parallel selves had done,
then find a gun, take a handful of pills,
others would set out to remake their lives,
convinced it was all a question of will.
Most of those too would eventually fail,
and join the others in departing this world,
people found loved ones lying in their homes,
deprived forever of their precious pearls.
I myself lost an aunt who had seen
a parallel self was a CEO.
She was a stock clerk, the sight hurt so much
that from this life, by her hand, she did go.
A cousin of mine is, somehow, still alive,
though so depressed he might as well be dead,
after seeing a life with the little boy
his ex-girlfriend in college aborted.
I guess I am one of those people too,
as I struggle with it every day,
versions of me, successful and happy,
writing best-sellers, blazing my own way.
In the end so many people had died
that the technology was seen as bad,
government banned it to stop the bleeding,
but that cat can’t be put back in the bag.
It’s estimated twenty-two percent
of my Earth’s populations is deceased,
nearly two billion, dead by their own hands,
thanks to the ‘wonders’ of technology.
The dyings have slowed, but they still occur,
it proliferates though black-market tech.
Hell, I am breaking those very same laws,
warning you about how our world was wrecked!
But seeing where you are in your research,
I feared that you were running out of time,
and even a small glimpse of the multiverse
is more than enough to destroy your mind.
Don’t do it.
to rich gold is to taste gold
to rich gold is to rich the black market
gold is a taste of gold
gold is a rich of gold
gold is a black market rich of gold
gold is a taste of a rich black market
gold is a rich taste
the black market is a rich taste of the black market
fame is a walk of fame
fame is a walk of gold
fame is a rich gold of fame
a walk of fame is a walk of gold
a walk of fame is a walk of a black market
taste is tasting fame
taste is tasting the riches of fame
the riches of fame is the riches of gold
the riches of fame is the walk of fame
the riches of fame is the riches of a black market
riches is fame of riches
the black market is the riches of fame
the black market is the riches of gold
All the Broken bodies - all the broken bones
All lying dead bloodied within the war zones
The heat unbearable - the stench even more
As the smell of death seeps from every pore
No respect is given so we can bury the dead
So we are left to sleeping with them instead
Children as all crying they do not understand
Just what's happening in their promised land
People no longer have trust in their very own
Whispered words, relayed on their cell phone
Who has sold them out, to who is the enemy
Black market men come, with their remedies
Possessions sold so we can sneak out by night
No thoughts at all given, to our frighten plight
Camping out on the borders of our loved land
All of us at the mercy of our own “God’s” plan
Our children are starving as women are raped
We cannot go back there is no forward escape
Nobody wants us, it has all been heard before
And people getting sick of hearing of your war
Broken bodies, broken bones, as broken minds
Reminds us all of a unjust life that is so unkind
The ethnics, the minority, and indigenous ones
Whether it is the bulldozers or someone's guns
It may take a life time, but you will feel my pain
Wake up one morning, with nothing else to gain
Your life worthless, as that pile of broken bones
Then left to ponder on your very own war zones
It may take a life time, but you will feel my pain
Broken bodies, broken bones . . .
Indiana Shaw . . .
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THE OUGHTUMIBLIUM COMPLOMIMOIUS.....laSvargh
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Written by:A Blare
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Sickness refers to a state of ill health,
a device that creates sickness is
dangerous to all life wherever it is.
disease, or nausea, characterized by
symptoms like vomiting, fever, fatigue,
and pain. A Pernicious device created for a purpose of
destroying and obliterating life.
A portable, backpack-sized device emits
pulsed radio frequency energy and
contains various Russian components,
according to intelligence and defense
sources. Acquired in a 2024 undercover
operation, this technology is believed to
be capable of producing the neurological
symptoms. such as vertigo, headaches,
and cognitive impairment.
The plausible cause for the symptoms
is the device. A device which utilizes pulsed
radio frequency energy. Detailed information
regarding the device speaks to it's size
and portability The apparatus is designed to be
moblie which contain foreign components of
Russian origin, with possible rogue actors
involvement.: Such devices are capable of
directing energy through walls or air over
significant distances.
The black market, potentially linked to a
foreign adversary, with Russian components
suggesting potential state involvement.
Words and terms aren't designed to create
panic they are usually directed to prepare for
something that has aprodibilty of happening.
Admonition, cautionary, and alert.
These terms represent communication
aimed at advising against danger