Long Derail Poems
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And now it starts,
And yes, I'm back at last,
Four years of trials and tribulations,
Capped off by this raucous jubilation.
I fought and won,
Proved them all wrong,
The denigrators,
The fake media perpetrators.
Now watch them squirm
As I storm into my term,
So much to do,
A solemn promise made to you.
I ask why was I spared,
When into death's eyes I clearly stared,
But when that moment I re-live,
This is what I’m here to now achieve:
Stop the woke,
Don't call a girl, a bloke.
Make us safe,
In this our home, our sacred place.
Make us strong,
So that bad actors do no wrong,
Aim to win,
Proving we are made of steel not puny tin.
Stem the divide,
For racism I simply shan't abide.
Democrats so played this ruse,
Our democracy to harness and abuse.
Let law and order thrive,
Reclaim our streets - our cities to revive,
Where children learn that doing right,
Is what gave our nation majesty and might.
For merit alone to be the glue,
So that we build and not undo,
Step up and take the strain,
Choose sunshine over rain.
Vet the folks that we let in
Ones that work and help us win;
Stop the thugs that sow despair,
See how much they truly dare.
My time may however prove too short,
But no promise made will I abort,
I’ll fight for you with all my might
To make our future prosperous and bright.
So thank-you America and watch this tale,
As the train to Woke I thoroughly derail,
No time to waste, I’m working fast,
Ensuring all that’s bad we quickly blast!
‘Three ghosts Mr Scrooge? I find that so hard to believe,
That they might simply visit, to give you a reprieve!’
‘And the ghost of Jacob Marley, who’s been dead these past seven years
Transformed into a door knob, merely to add to your fears!’
‘I don’t expect you, good sir, to understand or comprehend,
Other than there is no earthly reason, why I should pretend
Or put my reputation on the line, with such a sorry tale
But I assure you the new Scrooge, no soul shall derail’.
‘They say you’ve quite the benefactor, in the case of Tiny Tim
But is that to be ongoing or merely just a whim?
And It seems rather convenient that it should be Christmas time
That you positively decide to put your morals on the line!!
‘I wish you well good sir, I only ask that you be good
And help this dithering old gentleman who never understood
Go about the important business of respecting festive cheer
That the ghosts bestowed upon me, to keep throughout the year!
(Inspired by the book ‘A Christmas Carol’ written by Charles Dickens).
A conversation with a fictional character Poetry Contest
Date - 14th February
Sponsored by - Natasha L Scragg
I change my mind dear valentine
I can’t be sure that you are mine
Or that we’re pure purple passion divine
That we will last beyond thrills in time
Was a lot of fun to rehearse
Vows of love to the universe
Images of us at quaint little church
Ending all doubt quenching loves thirst
But I have notice little things
Like I support you in your dreams
While you forget don’t recall my dreams
It’s not on purpose but still it means
I am more thoughtful you are not
Could this be an important part
Of how marriages fail and derail
For one to care and mostly bear
The little things like recalling a date
Celebrating my worth on my birthday
Far apart a challenge yes makes
Sent your gift despite the holiday
I am not sure what this is to be
Weirdly you call as I am writing
We could be winning in loves lottery
If only I could trust this distance and little things
Electroconvulsive therapy,
a last ditch avail
able effort optioned, aye bewail
as desperation if standard
psychological measures peter
out leave ving paul tree
(paltry) choice, and blackmail
ling Doctor Frankenstein
out of the question, cuz
accidental discover re:
visa vis could yield (ahem) grave
zero APR, hence bad
(bon jovian) medicine
sought as precautionary
measure to countervail
undesirable repercussions
hoop fully curtail
ling any unexpected derail
ment, thus every nitty gritty detail,
asper my treatment plan
made purposely intractable
courtesy Matthew Scott Harris,
to flummox decrypting
this daunting task, whose
hair brained scheme didst entail
hatching with Sam I am
(of Doctor Zeus fame)...Oh...My...G___
egg gads no fail-
safe recourse, should shell shock
Electroconvulsive – formerly electric shock
therapy even slip an infinitesimal jot
offsetting requisite
exactly predicted results
yes, even if precision errs
by a mere clipped fingernail...
the sought after outcome
(devised on the fly - by night
Reddit writer above named author)
must absolutely dovetail
with The Elements of Style
or very close
facsimile thereof, anyway
strict requirements quality controlled
with results tubby
sent as email
to Strunk and White,
who will flail
like some GMO gone awry
(if patient accidentally electrocuted)
finding them to become
instantaneously petrified and frail
looking analogous to
witnessing the Holy Grail
shattering into a bajillion pieces,
whereby the heavens,
would reign hail
scaring every last man,
woman, and child to hightail
donned in heavy duty boots
studded with many a hobnail
with duff feet, sans long arm of
law and order on their heels,
and if any scapegoats nabbed
definitely consigned to jail
without chance of parole to prevail
no matter guilty might sail
to some tropical island awash
with countless carbon copies
of Euell Gibbons doppelganger,
and Swiss Alpine like mountains to scale.
Written: June 26, 2023
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In the realm of creation, where forces collide,
There is a phenomenon that cannot hide.
Shrinkage, a word that holds power untold,
Affects all things, both young and old.
In the dance of shrinkage, cracks appear.
Random patterns, spreading fear.
As materials contract, their strength is tested.
And in their wake, a trail of cracks is manifested.
Skipping lading, a delicate art,
To prevent shrinkage from tearing things apart.
With careful precision, we peen the weld.
Melting the metal and ensuring it's held.
But alas, shrinkage cannot be tamed.
Even in old age, memory is maimed.
Brain Shrinkage, a tragic tale,
Where memories fade and thoughts derail.
As I grow older, I fear the loss.
The shrinking of my mind at such a cost
But in this dance, there may be hope.
To slow the shrinkage, and avail me to cope.
Warpage, a consequence of shrinkage might,
Bends and distorts a worrisome sight.
But with knowledge and skill, we can prevail.
Strengthening our creations and making them avail.
Weight is a factor. In the dance of shrinkage, it plays a role.
Adding pressure, taking its toll.
But with careful consideration, we can find
A balance where strength and weight align.
Shrinkage, a force that cannot be denied,
But with knowledge and skill, we can confide.
In the realm of creation, we must embrace
The dance of shrinkage with grace
So let us not fear the cracks that appear.
In their wake, fresh paths may be clear.
And with each intervene the dance of shrinkage, we learn:
To adapt and grow, to find recent ways to yearn.
A cocktail waitress named Abigail
Moonlighting as a barmaid serving pale ale
Wore her hair in a pigtail or sometimes in a ponytail
All night long drinking naught but ginger ale
With patrons complaining she was slow as a snail
Her life was far from a fairy tale
She posted bail for a sorry male
Who to no avail, did his best to stay out of jail
When caught again for blackmail with a note in braille
Their affair she finally did curtail
Yesterday she broke a fingernail
Today she suffers from a hangnail
Happened while feeding her pet nightingale
Obviously she’s not fit for work, being so frail
After coffee and picking up her mail
Abigail took a trip on a monorail
Cut her ride short for fear it might derail
Jumped off with retail dreams to shop wholesale
Taking advantage of every Black Friday sale
All day long pleasure over guilt did prevail
AP: 3rd place 2020, Honorable Mention 2025, Front Page Pick 2025
Let love forever flow like a river.
Let its tone echo roughly louder so.
Let pride sink like an earthquake; deliver.
Let its seismic never forsake pure soul.
Let repentance gain control of the heart.
Let the mind focus on its goal to grow.
Let envy be secured by credit's chart.
Let aim's glut be not of recurring blow.
Let happiness sing aloud real lyrics.
Let all dance its rhythm, avowed in trance.
Let faith be for heart's joy within critics.
Let doubt not derail us off thought by chance.
Let virus not kill us, both old and young.
Let fate seal destined fortune yet unsung.
Here it comes
For i to feel.
Though it matters
But i seem to count it less.
Here it comes again
Just as a reminder,
For me to weigh its departure.
Same i did to push away.
I thought it would leave with time
But here it comes again.
Never knew it was for a cause.
That i may keep reverencing its departed presence.
Though she means a lot,
More than you could think of.
Six-feets below she lies.
Her presence i strongly feel,
Just as it were you reading me.
Here it comes again
Not to disturb me.
She loves to make me happy and focused
That i might not derail.
Here it comes again
Coz, she loves to see me again.
To nurture and care
Just as she did do then.
A place in my heart
You definitely would find her.
For she lives as though
Dead she is.
I love to meet with her again
Not so quick in a bargain
For life's purpose i sustain
To obtain before i seize to reign
Do i pray to attain.
Broken Society
I identify as a spiritual entity an unknown identity blending into the background of a backwards society.
I am a universal being lurking in the shadows I am often heard yet never seen.
You will never see inside of me
The noose is tightening around my neck I am struggling to breathe.
When was this world taken over by a bunch of
corrupt, cowards, criminals, traitors, liars and thieves
We all live inside a fabricated existence weaved inside a web full of lies
How can 1 truely live.
If 1 believes he can never die
The stars across my sky’s have being etched into my eyes
I have lived 1000 lives
I have died 1000 times.
I am a universal soldier
I am the enforcer.
Society is nothing more than a heard of sheep being led to slaughter.
The monsters of the deep hidden in the depths of the holly waters.
I have an no tolerance for
Ignorance, Arrogance negligence, violence or incompetence.
Vampires drinking the blood of the innocent out of the holly grail
We are a freight about to derail
We are all products of a system that was built to fail.
Written by
Adrian Bogdal 28/9/2025
“No matter how low we fall, God holds our hand ~
All’s enabled, if this truth we understand”
~ quote by poet
Both Adam and Eve were tempted
To eat the forbidden fruit
Perhaps their fall could be preempted
If they weren't so resolute
To take the devil's route
Let us together attempt to reconstruct
This metaphorical tale
Why did Adam and Eve self-destruct
Drinking not from the holy grail
Thus their soul growth derail
Eating the apple brought about shame
Of their naked body
Aroused lower mind no doubt to blame
Making them a limited somebody
Entertaining thoughts shoddy
Made in God's image man was complete
Essence of divine light
From head to toe at all times bliss replete
Temptation became the blight
Denuding spherical sight
Male and female being our polarities within
Apple representing animal lust
Negating God's love and light the original sin
Succumbing to ego cravings unjust
Thus doomed to ensoul organic dust
The serpent is our ego; the devil in disguise
Cajoling man to act on his own
Indulging in desires, stifling soul's bliss rise
Head over heart, love dethrone
A dark destiny, we now bemoan
Fortunately, we can reverse the error made
Simply by giving love a nod
We then enter God's heavenly blissful glade
Tip toeing into heart unshod
By His boundless grace overawed
15-February-2023
Writing Challenge -F Words poetry contest
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