Long Contortionist Poems
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(Chorus)
You think you've got swagger but really you hobble,
you've got the jet lagger and you're drunk so you wobble,
don't start on me mate 'cus I will bring trouble,
to put it into slang words I'm Barney Rubble.
(Verse)
I will ruffle trouble
'cus I'm on another level
that bombs with the base
and stings with the treble,
I'll strut face to face with any ace rebel,
and put them in their place with their constant bull.
When I rhyme with my contortionist wrist
it expels a mist that sits around my fist,
I spell magic out on paper,
I'm playing with danger,
Mr. Wizardry the word selectionist,
squiggling fiction at speeds that feed friction
into rhymes that are non stop hot and cool,
so flames don't flame on the table top,
journey with me to witness the plot,
the earth shaker creator of perfected hip hop,
starting revolutions so that mumble is forgot,
dislodging the rust and rot it coughs that clots
and instating my Barney Rubble at the top.
(Chorus x2)
(Verse)
That last verse was just a small handful,
a sample of something that you cannot handle,
a scan like a bar code,
so lets open up the road and I'll unload these words,
I can't conceal this skill that rolls like wheels,
a Rolls Royce wearing heels,
in fancy halls doing dancing drills,
with golden walls
to an old skool beat treat.
I wont get signed up by any record label,
but I'm still rhyming better than mumble's able,
just admit you're tapping your feet to the beat
while my rhyme sits on top solid like concrete,
with the dancefloor crammed full,
they're pulling at all angles,
making the memories
that'll last 'til they're O A P's,
they think they've got swagger
and they're like Mick Jagger,
they're more like Sepp Blatter
but a little bit fatter.
(Chorus x2)
(Verse)
You can call me Trimendous and true,
you thought I'd flew crashed and was screwed,
but I took it back to what inspired my act,
an old skool hip hop sick rhyme attack,
I rhymed in flight with this write
and its smile's wild with sublime delight,
there are no poetic rare words
and I don't need swear words
in this dictionary spared verse
with airstream rhythm you can't burst,
I'm wearing this deserved set of words
that pilots and surges to my re-emergence,
a certainty that was never urgent
and not an encore from behind the curtains.
(Chorus x2)
Fortunate failure of fallacy and regret
Contortionist cartoonist illustrating what id like to forget
Proportions of misfortune that I have to measure then reject
Insubordinate illusions of what the deluded ones project
Brandishing bravery as a tool to confront apathy
Vanishing complacency as a fool faces his own pathology
Diminishing returns on an outstretched Hand for mediocracy
Banishing a word in fear of it infiltrating the autocracy
Wealth of a pleasurable sonnet in the afternoon light
Stealth drones hiding under the bonnet of a bomb struck down in mid-flight
Health gnomes on it to prove they won it as they instigate a fight
Shelf philosophy stacked upon it all as we look up to the blazing night
Illumination of discourse as paramount as breathing
Rumination of recourse as they segregate you for dreaming
Communication without force as non violent resistance is beaming
Aspiration for the dark horse underdog winning as its screaming
Collective remiss furrowed brows and a cocophony of injustice throughout the land
Reflective consensus, wearing dentures as the elderly reach out their hands
Introspective observations and elevations of the grand
Non-objective instigations of the weak struggling to take a stand
Voracious curiosity at the passing of a young life too soon
Loquacious luminosity at the exclamations of a full calendar moon
Tenacious furiosity of lamentations upon true doom
Mendacious propaganda that is formed from a silver spoon
A capitalist nightmare in the dark alley of dismay
A conversationalist who doesn’t care out on socialising display
The transformationalist transforming during a military parade
The educationalist performing another game of indiscernible charades
Wonder forming at the dawning of another blistering sunset
Yonder warning as this conforming crowd is whispering political unrest
Ponder the morning as the yawning wind rescinds over the subset
Sunder tawny climate warning as we disregard the youngest
Platonic solids form the basis of physical uniformity of nature
Masonic torrid storm the moment as adolescents think they are mature
Ironic Euclid geometrically far from stupid as we look for another cure
As the rarest of the chosen ones become fewer and fewer
The End
Copyright Elizabeth Moroz 2025
Watch me try and live a commital life of social norms, mores, manners, domestication, that tired ritual of boring sexual for the times at hande, which are still at least 30 yrs B e h i n d, if u know what I mean. Sex sells is everywhere we look, listen and remember and partake, but not in school. School says AbStInANcE, PARENTS say Never. Yea and do the math on your birth sonny or sweetie. HMMMMMMM, the month thing doesn't quite add up. Go to your room, none of yr business, yr to young to know about things like this. Instead of saying, I was an idiot and didn't use protection and I was a moron, because I let him. We love u just the same, and same, and same. We never learned our fluid lession. Thank God most cars today either don't have a back seat or u have to be a gymnast/contortionist to get anything done! Stay away from circus people and gypsys. No, just stupid would be parents, with no intuition as to the real, "pleasure" savers on the market. Been there, saw it aplenty, never happened to me as I kept in my pants, read, pictured, analyzed all other precautions that were ****** oriented withput cuming up with "that" surprise. My ode to my local pharmacy, their tight book collection, and the privacy for me to read how to pleasure a woman with all of my body parts except, oh wait, my nickname from my work patrons is Dirty Dave.Too bad they will never know the lenghts I took to make sure no little Collins' were walking the planet, unfathered. Someday we may get it right. But it must be-come from the parents; this is not a school measure- get clinical, get smart, get educated outside yr loin addiction and make unparalleled education at home happen. Not my job. You produced them from your own wanton, unplanned knowledge, unsuredness, mistakeness, or sexual stupidity. Your job is to sacrifice all to make them WAY better than you. Hence they don't beguile the same human life errors. Our planet is full of counter humans without love/affection compassion/empathy that act as infinite guideposts toour all future. Ignorance begets ignorance and ignorance is bliss,...and so on...,
Elsie the cow was slower than molasses,
that's why they finally decided to put her out to pasture.
With Stormin' Norman around you'd tremble with fear,
because all around him was lightning and thunder in the atmosphere.
I try not to get into too much of a habit, of trying to figure out
what nuns wear at the abbot.
It doesn't matter to me if I get burned, especially since I'm ashes in an urn.
Debby couldn't figure out why people's smiles would suddenly flounder,
till one day her new nickname was Ms. Debby Downer.
My dog is generally nice; his bark being much worse than his bite.
After cleaning up the elephant poop, I finally admitted that my life was a zoo.
Two's company and three's a crowd, but not after a polygamists vows.
My stomach would almost always get into a knot, till I stopped being a contortionist.
One hand always washes the other, especially if you always bathe with your lover.
I almost always kill two birds with one stone, that is why they don't fly in pairs by my home.
A penny saved is a penny earned, that's why I always have Dollar Tree money to burn.
The early bird always catches the worm, I know because when I do I've seen them squirm.
Money doesn't grow on trees, if it did then there would be no more leaves.
I try not to wear my heart on my sleeve, especially if there's no tissues around and I have to sneeze.
Well I guess its that time once again to hit the hay as I keep reminding the bales not to misbehave.
I try not to cry over spilt almond milk, especially if its an off brand and not the expensive Silk.
I want to remodel my kitchen I think, everything that is but the kitchen sink.
They alway's claim that Elvis has left the building, then why do I always still see impersonators making a living.
I walk around with a big chip on my shoulder, which is great because I sometimes forget to eat now that I'm older.
And finally, I hope one day when I kick the bucket, that it'll travel far enough to go into the Guiness World Book of Records.
The theme park was crowded. Elephants on roller coasters, mosquitos bracing the water slide, ferrets enjoying the ferris wheel and leopards shooting crack in the gallery. A myriad of personification and abundance of fairy tailed suggestions. ‘Its a small, small world’ blared from Magic Mountain as Cinderella dressed up as an indentured laborer in a fancy shoe shop. A comedy of terror ensued in the ghost train, conducted by a retired wall street banking giant resuming the corporate identity of a demon slayer. seemingly seeking redemption, but of course, he had another ace in his sleeve.
All animals were equal but of course the apocalypse had struck in 1984 and the Lord of the Flies was buzzing disguised as an orange clock, collected tickets and sold strawberry ice cream.
An English patient from a nearby lunatic asylum, thought he was a beetle, but Kafka had married Mary Antoinette and was sipping champagne from her braw. She, for once was not eating cake and was thus unveiling the myth of leavened bread at her altar. A merry go round of deception in the snake pit in which a contortionist was trapped in limbo and loin cloth from hell. Mary Magdalene teased him with with a vile of anti venomous serum and soothed his wavering agony in anticipation of saving the world.
Hot cross buns offered cold comfort, but the world was on withdrawal after management had banned coke as a sugar substitute. Sweet dreams were made of lactose free roach skin and the party dwellers reveled in aspirations and nightmares, elevated to prime position in the national canon. A truly amazing ode to joy and poignant distraction from the pawn shop of modern living.
But when the bell struck midnight and Dali melted his digital clock, all went back to the nothingness of the human condition. ‘Your shift starts in eight hours, nothing has moved because of a little fun in paradise’s ante chambers.’ Thanks God the crowd were already wearing their flannel night gowns. ‘Gotta live life to the full and heaven can’t wait.
Anguish in the Rain
A dream coming towards true manifestation
A scream from the north of my past life commiserations
My spleen venting forth through my expressive incantations
A green man distorts the inter-planetary visitations
Capitalist nightmares and human rights violations
Contortionist cartoonists and contrite salutations
An eccentric hot air balloonist with too many invitations
An inventive scientist marooned on the edges of an opium plantation
Vaccinations that cure, protect, paralyse and maim
How can this be a world where it’s possible to stay sane ?
Who at the very core and top will stand up and take the blame?
When it comes time to admit it and call out their names
Proof of the burdened a heavy load to carry
Sleuth of the words and the age you see fit to marry
Truth that’s absurd that encourages one to not tarry
A prince that’s disturbed- let’s not mention Harry
Fortune requiring a kingdom of heaven waiting
More tunes acquiring the excitement of children anticipating
White full moons desiring into astronomy participating
A bride at high noon retiring before the groom starts celebrating
ThetMongolian Empire conquering all that you know
A sure remand of prisoners waiting on death row
A crude demand on limitations of perspectives of the masses
A blatant reprimand on an adolescent out of place like a fascist
Retribution for a heinous crime
Institutions of grief and melancholy and time
Constitutions of relief and the universal mind
Elocutions of belief that express the divine
An utterance of regret as the pain becomes unbearable
A stutter I’d forget if my jacket was wearable
The nuclear aftermath of life in Chernobyl
The sum of the whole of the parts all in total
Dear Mr president
I seem to be in a spot of bother,
Would you please grant me a pardon
before you depart the oval room,
Seeking a change of reality
I ran away and joined the circus
well actually it was more a sideshow
Ringmaster said I’d fit in better with the midget contortionist,
however I was drawn towards the Siamese triplets,
joined together at their knees and elbows since birth
We got up to all sorts of hi jinx and Shenanigans life was great,
til the one in the middle decided to leave our troupe,
Me being their best friend they asked would I do the separation,
eager to help them I agreed to perform the operation
Not having a clue about surgery
I decided to knock them out with a sledgehammer
borrowed from the strongman,
and use the knife throwers sharpest blades,
I butchered them remorselessly for hours,
was a very difficult operation,
but wholly satisfying for me anyway,
Unfortunately but not unexpectedly,
the middle one suffered the most cuts and bled out pretty quick,
the other two died days later in multiple beds,
I was put in some hospital for the criminally insane,
and doped up to my eyeballs on potent medication,
actually settled in quite nicely here,
Worse part though is I had a fantastic combover like yours
now they shave my head every other day
Some say they’ll never let me out,
only occasionally do I think of going on killing rampages,
I’m not getting on to well with the parole board, “mostly democrats”
but hope to marry the midget contortionist, on our next imaginary visit,
The circus was disbanded, shortly after,
and they all live on welfare now,
bunch of really great guys.
I’m a republican
PARDON GRANTED
By David Kavanagh
I stand in awe.
I watch in amazement.
You're a cirque du soleil performer,
A contortionist.
I watch you bend and twist,
Until you turn into this brute.
This beast.
This monster before me.
You warp your words until all trace of love has crumbled and fallen through the cracks in the foundation.
This love feels empty.
You say I'm horrible, I'm a b*tch all the time.
You don't understand that you have changed me.
You have broken me down until the shards of who I was end up cutting you when you press your hands against me to push me around.
I stand in awe,
That I let this happen.
That I allowed myself to believe I deserved this.
And it amazes me,
That I truly love you.
I have stood the test of this abuse,
And the love I always felt for you remains.
I hurt when you hurt.
I want nothing more than for you to be happy.
I am full of love and forgiveness for you;
But you never offered me the same.
I love you so unconditionally that I allowed this to be my life for more than half a decade.
However;
I learned that I didn't deserve this.
I never deserved to be called names.
I never deserved to have to hide from you.
I never deserved the rejection,
I never deserved to feel you strike me.
I never deserved the bruises.
I never deserved the tears.
I never deserved to be so confused.
I never deserved to live in fear.
I do not know why I love you.
I don't need to know right now.
What I have to do,
Is learn to love myself the way I love you.
I want to be in awe of how far I've come,
But I know I cannot.
Not if I am traveling with you.
gluteus maximus left and right half moon cheek
re: byte size buttock attached via usb
(uniform firm behind) to this freak
with bowel movement
incontinence + gas filled gut evoking contortionist
frown stretching to lowest peak
perched upon porcelain goddess
where elimination did jut held captive hostage
atop toilet seat for many a week
exertion to expel rock solid turd required utmost effort
to force jammed bowel movement free
inducing excruciating abdominal cramps really hurt
plus sharp jabbing spasms within high knee
innards rent asunder
obstruction as canon gun size BALLS did spurt
lodged fecal matter refusing to budge from me
caused by severe constipation
whereby prayer a waste delivered only increased
sphincter muscle to scream
for rectal relief this mortal man faced
a worse fate than death, he would deem
since demise would allow alimentary misery to cease
versus remaining in this impasse for what might be years
unless perchance **** lubricant or special grease
would bust loose abominable
constriction in arrears finding me unable
to pay rent or renew lease
best prospect of remaining stationary
with words to wax
poetic found a glimmer of luck
when a kind wildebeest
delivered this message via fax
to help this male in dire per situation getting
pam purred poop unstuck with outsize mug of exlax
to help unclog rectal muck
access to get expunged to the max
but once expulsion occurs
DO DO PLEASE DUCK!
DRESS FOR DREADFUL DURESS
The lady’s largesse did not this gent impress
Nor did the dress she donned with damnable disgrace
A woman whose embrace embodies deception’s face
While her grievous grace invades an otherwise sanctified space
With speciousness as a specialty to which she is inclined
A figure defined by the divine and the unceremoniously unkind
Beauty that makes a beleaguered beau beg to become blessedly
blind
That her loveliness should not lengthily linger within his sight
For cursed was my every negligible negligee night
As doomed was I to the distinction and distraction of undiluted delight
A body blighted by the misery of a misbegotten romance bound
And a chance at forever finally found
But summarily and so sorrowfully lost
At an extremely exorbitant and exclusively excessive cost
Because the woman is an exquisite extortionist,
contortionist
and abortionist
Coercing me with consternation,
contorting the facts with falsification
and aborting what I believed was begotten by the blessing of her being
a woman who was unreceptive to the aggrandizement of her ever agreeing
and the damnation her deceptiveness was decreeing
the lady’s largesse was a casual caress and a careless disregard
for the comfort of her escort
with my concept of continual calm as a consequence of cohabitation to abort
while she treated my concerns as some kind of senseless sport
Yet and still I continued the game only under undeniable duress
and still I insist that the lady’s largesse did not this gent impress
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