Long Double meaning Poems

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Itty Bitty Diddy

Created a little ditty about hypocrites and 
double standards, racists with drawing boards. 
Media dinners with dubious 
double meaning placards.
The Spade of hearts. 
The Jack of Swords.
An adversity of diversity, 
assorted stuff for their hating, 
tarot cards, 
racial fits in the music awards, 
and a grammy for 
"sex in the city."
Man who is that dude on the Grammy, Satan? 
Jean Luc Picard with Baphomet itties?
Idols for idols, adverts with priority 
misplacement, Universal standard. 
Mesmerized tazement, 
enter lame-ment. 
Amazement for sheep enslavement under 
black candles.
As the hypnotizing blow is more than 
a psyops experiment. 
But here we go, 
gonna run at it hard while I vent-so.

Everyday I listen to the same old thing
Tune in to VH1 or Mtv, see what I mean 
Only degradation gets attention, is it ADD?
No, they know the words, they are listening intently. 
With a mother****** this and a dead *****dat. Posthumously-
Gangland in the home with a baseball bat.
Un-Just like liberal Congress across the nativity scene.
Is it positive reinforcement?
Or New World Laws Enforcement.
Fasting for lent?
Come get your sisting y'all.
Come and get bent!

 In genre hostage making, 
30 year experiment? 
Yo Mtv raps, yeah I get it 
(about murder $$y & pot leaf sense)
I guess when the airwaves got a monopoly 
from the Lord of the Air and GoogleBerg 
Hall Monitors. 
Not the Right, but the wrong 
afraid of debate, running away, running with impunity, running with devil- the PMRC, the CDC ,FCC, 
FEMA and Columbia University.            
Now you want to talk about Satan, 
check the connection between Crowley and JayZ.
On how you get chicks for free 
and money for nothin, nothin but devil worshipping, 
special sales from wolves making sheep 
clothing and accessories. 
Accessories to many of the things you see.
Form: Rhyme


Concerted Blabbering

Gone to far now
gotta look ahead
like what I'm hearing
like what you said
it's concerning too
maybe thats to far a head
Ijust remember
She said
"Did I bring that up
why you telling me this
fix it yourself
I have no time for this"

" I think you just made that up
tryna be real cute
you are the joke
in this dispute"

From Dirty Joke Monday
a Movie about a Comedy


No matter what it is
it's a comedy to someone
things unexplained
People playing games
No matter what it is

She laughed at me
said I was a clown
One who'll wear a frown
cause she would no
where else around

She laughed at me
Gave double meaning to everything
Made me feel like a King
Just to make a clown of me
Send in the Clowns
make me smile for a while
send in the clown
make me smile a while
She laughed at me
to deperate her facts from fiction
made a joke of me
in every depiction
It's always me
what's going on
Form: Bio

Premium Member The backside of a woolly sheep

Do you have an alias ,diverts from your given name
Or the name you daily usehas it always been the same

At his birthday aged eleven,the boy he was given a brand new gladstone bag
And on it his initials were engraved, Henceforth from that celebratory day,
the high school students always called him DAG

In our Aussie/English language, 
so many words have a double meaning
Here is an example 
of how these thoughts are leaning

The poo that adheres to the backside of a woolly sheep
in the farming community it is commonly referred to as a DAG
When the boy was oft confronted, with the comment , why don;t you drop off
he rued those initials engraved on that gladstone bag

There is always a bright side 
when adversity fills the van
Dag can also mean
that you are a humorous man
It's the second definition 
to which he endow
Which lifted  waning spirits, when sometimes it was
the way that he did bow

So now when immersed in an eager listening crowd
he titillatingly invites them to elicit a loud guffaw
Be it one individual or may be six or ten
if you use his christian name there will always be rapport

And the mans name , coincidentally it is Douglas, he's not dropped off
still hanging around, not as a sheepish kind of DAG
But never now is he referred to,
 as the initials on that gladstone bag


Footnote: named after prime minister gladstone england
Form: Rhyme

Im Back

Hello, I’ve untangled the hell, I say hello I’ve abandoned the fail made sense of the past at long long last understand the collapse I’ve remembered the cracks the water weighed down from taps I’ve turned them back no trickle to kickle no threat I’ll drown in fact I’m running naked through town chanting loud made sense of what pulled me down gave me a frown naked where’s my gown oh sod it I’ll let it all hang out swing around I’m a happy man with a direction a perfection foundation e reck shon eruption stand proud what caused the depression no longer a mystery set me free I’m nude I’m happy and yes this is me growing bigger bulky and long good I figure double meaning innuendo but who cares my friendo invento words a very strange verse I was in trouble now it’s meet its end though bad English bad grammar so happy it doesn’t matter 13 years I'll talk cow pat I’m now back!!!
© Nick Trim  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme

Socratic Platoisms

he taught simple terms.
simple word usage. he also taught
what was referred to as controversial.
words that had double meaning, and
 words that spelled backward
were precursors to debate.
They called this session of teaching
Word Artricle or References to Wrong
These were the teachings of Platonic Order
a reference to Socrates
not the actual teachings of Socrates but
it was derived from the Fifth Century scholar.
because people who love music
might not think about what
a word spelling might signal or has
 potential to cause, it is rightfully sound to show
and or teach an individual what might
be causing him trouble.
the word drum is an middle eastern word
derived from the
Low German word Tromme. But in english
when spelling the word backwards 
the word is murd.
A violin has a beautiful sound, but does
 a violin come from. Violin comes from
 the Italian word viola or Violin
which also describes the sun.
the word violence.
Some people believe both the violin
 and drum means that violence is being
 referred to in the music the person is describing.
the meaning of the exercise is to warn those
 partake in musical exercise or those who think
 that people use music to set a mood are talking 
to you trying to convey a message.
Does one need to refer to his lack of Urban
 sense or Urban Etiquette when
it comes to the music of choose.
Those country evenings with a fiddle and a band are warnings?
or are they engaging evenings of collabarted enjoyments?
The mocking Seriously or a Platonic Dialog?
Whist than is either:
that the latter is most appealing.


Trefoil

In the quiet hush of dawn’s first light, hussily strewn, 
as oil painting life,
exactly whispers secrets of easy night, 
spreading open dews, slappy cold earthy maw, 
bubbling crude, trefoil in the raw.

Clovers of hope in emer_hold,
holding dreams in a tender fold, unspoiled cocoon.
Starlust, fermented, hits the floor,
ambrosia meets eco-saloon.  

Wetted sheen of eye- in life’s fleeting dye, 
chasteful chase meadow chased down 
with purples and rye.

Crystal lover, in your gaze so clear, mirrored,
reflections of truth that draws us nearer,
to nigh, vulnerability, fragile as glass, 
yet fierce with grace, graceful as undeniability.
                 Alas, lass 
A chrysalis, evolution, symbol of luck, thine nature’s art, chosen- art thou set, app art plucked.
A gentle reminder, four leaf lover 
touches over 
the heart, of matters,
and in the shards of broken algor, 
Maddest Hatter, 
Petrichaste portis trigger.  

Guarded by the fae, a watchful eye,
protection beneath the open marillion sky.
Yet within the crystal’s shimmering gleam de opulence, wined, dined.
Here lies a yearning to dream, to believe, 
to redeem our vigil-stance tangled de vine.

So hold your trefoil, your crystal’s stencils and spoils, pixels, spaded in bubbling soil, toil and trouble.
In a world that’s often fast and low, 
bones to be measured,
tones, symbols, thusly tethered- tethered thusly, 
double meaning, ingested subtly.

O beyond the lies, lies the whispered — hope, 
though green and out of the blue, 
emerald of dopamines— treasures true,
three lock boxed,
laid in womb, purity— born anew.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Jan Allison Has a Fan

JAN HAS A FAN


Jan Has no Tan

I once saw a gal called Jan
So sexy she made me ran
Straight to the vicar
Said marry us quicker
Whilst she drank her tea on the can


She is as White as pure Sand

I once met a gal in white dress
I fell straight in love I must confess
She was drinking her tea
While I stared at her knee
Surely my intentions she guessed


She Sips Her Tea Daily

I once met a gal drinking Tea
My heart was pumping in glee
From her nose to her toes
When she smiled I froze
So charming I become a devotee

While I Admire Her so Gayly

When I saw the lady in the white dress
My thoughts she I did undress
As she gazed out the window
She caught peeking Jimbo
Who was in quite the state of distress


I am a fan of the great poet Jan

There once was a gal who could fart
She refined it into an art
Her white dress in a breeze
Would lift till you sneeze
But she’ll always be my sweetheart




Notes: I just realized the title, as far as Jan is concerned , well could have a double meaning!
Form: Limerick

Premium Member unintended innuendo

As a slip of tongue whip-lashed a pun,
The hurt begun, could not be undone. 
The room hushed, smiles withdrew,
As sarcastic pathos turned its screw.

A simple phrase — at first glace plain,
Was en-wrapped in a double-meaning chain,
It landed soft, then bit deep to crush.
Its brush on cheeks, drew a crimson flush.

Though we laughed at the unintended.
The joke offended, the defiled lay un-mended.
With any apology and explanation upended,
By what was clearly needlessly intended.

Your smile and laughter were betrayed
By eyes that glanced away and strayed
To look down, downcast at the ground.
The joy, once flowing to astound, drowned.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Save the Words

Save the Words

shut the virtual world down and cut the words from your heart
oh they're just waiting to be found- a brook with double meaning
take solace in the peace radiating from your mind
a pacifist's gift of eternal slumber
save the words, save the words

don't be afraid to accept the change coming on the horizon
there's time to change the train you're riding
and switch from tracks of copper to tracks of gold
because what's worth feeling is worth finding
oh please save the words, just save the words

a beautiful mind is in the eye of a child
the view of a bird is a beautiful scene
two hearts beating as one is the greatest drum solo
the world is the hand that feeds

and these days some don't know what to fight for
when what is right today is wrong tomorrow
and sometimes we shelter ourselves in our own beliefs
shielding our hearts to the beliefs of others
and these days we don't know what to fight for

save the words, save the words
place them in a golden basket of wheat
and watch flowers burst forth
wild and free
from the golden serenity

a beautiful mind is in the eye of a child
 the view of a bird is a beautiful scene
two hearts beating as one is the greatest drum solo
the world is the hand that feeds

and one day we shall find the meaning in love
so shut the virtual world down and cut the words from your heart
oh they're just waiting to be found- a brook with double meaning
take solace in the peace radiating from your mind
a pacifist's gift of eternal slumber
save the words, save the words
oh save the words, please save the words

and united the world stands to revolve in gold
on the hinges of a traumatic yesterday wrapped in plastic
because with joy we can swing forth
with the gift of a smiling world
just save the words, save the words:

understanding, acceptance, and tranquility

This is Riddle

What do you do
when you’re riddled with riddles,
swallowed whole
right down the middle?

Music blares,
but it’s not me.
’Twas a toot or two

from a fiddle.

What do you do
when your riddles get riddled?

When you’re all alone
and you fiddle your diddle.
Nothing comes out
but a little

piddle.

Compulsively arranged
and out of control,

thought after thought
has swallowed me whole.

Riddled with feelings,
I pick at my mind,
looking for answers
that no one can find.

Can you connect the dots?

I’m trying to justify
whatever still rots.

Riddled with riddles,
discarded

like an afterthought.

Something’s not right here.
Something became

a knot.
Form: Rhyme

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