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Poets

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
Form: Quatrain


Premium Member Kelly Readhead 2023

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.?

Premium Member Gone Viral

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
Form: Rhyme

Creepy Damsel

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

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.


Vox Populi

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!

Parallel Selves, Part Ii

...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.
Form: Narrative

Premium Member Black Market

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

Premium Member Broken Bodies - Broken Bones

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 . . .
Form: Couplet

What are these effects

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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
Form: Ballad

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