Long Filth Poems
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A young man stabbed, runs for police,
but his attacker was a Sikh,
who claimed ‘racism,’ and these cops
cuffed the poor victim as he dropped,
much more concerned with brownish skin
than murder, the quite worst of sins,
more fearful of the word ‘racist’
than life which no longer exists,
and then try to hide their disgrace,
let killers walk just to save face,
stopped only by a loud outcry,
not the fact they let a man die,
as leftist filth fear ‘the backlash,’
when the die is already cast.
The same scum who excused rape gangs,
their own daughters in vile hands,
ravaged by cruel Mohammedans…
rapists should swing from the tree limbs.
Another attack in Belfast,
we all know it won’t be the last,
the leftists despise their own kind,
think foreigners can’t be malign,
think they can bring in failed cultures,
and from them somehow be inured,
wrapped in their lazy, Marxist faith,
that only teaches to self-hate,
arrest folks for having wrong thoughts,
a tyranny wrapped up in rot,
all loyalty to you they spurned…
perhaps it’s right to make it burn.
Tortured for years by the filth of his hand
I was a child scared and afraid
Threatened to be killed if I spoke his demand
Tortured for years by the filth of his hand
I am thankful for being dead, to him- you do understand
Frightened to death by the threats that he made
Tortured for years by the filth of his hand
I was a child scared and afraid
Threatened to be killed if I spoke his demand
Tortured for years by the filth of his hand
I am thankful for being dead, to him- you do understand
Frightened to death by the threats that he made
I was a child scared and afraid
I will never forgive him- it's the price that he's paid
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6/20/2021
If you judge it AI-written,
that ache is yours, not mine.
I need no borrowed wisdom—
I craft my own masterpieces.
Your indulgence cannot impugn my intelligence;
my poems shine with brilliance.
Think like a machine if you want to—
I care less.
The machine itself bows to my wisdom,
knowing I am what it is not.
Without programming,
I write beyond its best.
Next time you call my poem machine-made,
know this: you too are programmed,
unable to discern the spark
of human intelligence
from artificial mimicry.
You are, more or less,
a machine in training.
Use not your filthy mouth to brand my poem as garbage;
rather, it is you who must cleanse your brain
of the trash you let deceive you.
Like a pig, you cannot escape your stench;
even when washed clean,
the reek remains ingrained.
And you will always return
to wallow in the filth
of your artificiality.
God made human beings into man and woman
And adorned them - gems into a gorgeous garden;
Never coloring them into white, black, or brown
His image, he poured into them, in-mold golden...
Humans created all casts, colors, creeds, and sects,
Filled the earth with injurious impurities;
Each looking another as suspicious objects,
Thus marring the beauty of God's priorities...
Realizing - sin against each one - ugliest
Human beings need to remove the filth in them;
Outlooks on persons and events must be honest,
Each human as precious as the Kohinoor gem...
When the law and the legal system is racist,
Who would citizens ever approach for justice?
Having not condemned the legal system fascist,
Could the system not ever care for the rustics?
People who oppressed are uniquely qualified,
Speak on behalf of other oppressed of the group;
Victims of racism and cruelties that abide,
Need exclusive interference of legal troupe...
And thus, may inequalities be wiped away,
May everywhere human cause and humanism thrive!
Everything that hinders human growth may give way,
To love, fraternity, and liberty to live...
11 July 2021
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Sponsored by: Anthony Biaanco
*Reserata Carcerem LXI*
Yore lived a sage b' bounty brook pining;
dainty daffodils, his keen kins.
Oft would tumbling tide whisper 'ts tune
'n' sewn sage bewitched, ajar would croon.
ñ longer was h' humane - beards' blitzkrieg.
Crushed cowl tantamount t' gaunt grime's spree.
Rustic ravens 'nly pricked his gay,
'n' t' nocturnal nature was he slave.
ñ a nosy noon perchanced a deed -
that which wanky winds' wings oft gleam;
A pious nymph tottered t' his eyry;
banished was sh' b' quaking queen 'neath th' rill.
Ergo, sage's life plied new nook;
h' b' love travelled with nymph - jilted brook.
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Note:
a) Of sewn sage.
b) Written apace Middle English lexis:
i) Yore - long ago
ii) oft - often
iii) ajar - out of harmony
iv) cowl - Monk's hood
v) Perchanced - happened
vi) Eyry - abode
vii) gleam (obsolete) - to disgorge filth.
c) The following are used with no syllabic consequences:
i) b' - by
ii) 'n' - and
iii) ñ - no
iv) t' - to
v) 'nly - only
vi) 'neath - beneath
vii) th' - the
viii) h' - he
One of them
I managed to avoid this existence
For quite some time
I alleviated freedom from the
Comeuppance no one cared to explain
I placed my soul into the
Bosom of filth and grind
All for the fulfillment of
Those who care not
All for the preservation of
All that cannot
Yet this rote-flavored chivalry
Confounds all light that
Dares to pierce the shaven meadow
Blankets warm from certainty
Bubbling over into stranded froth
Means
The mechanical standard bearers
Which uplift us against the will of men
This man
And chortle, they will, in the end
Because there's nothing left to say.
(5/3/10)
Laying prone..Eyes pinpoints bright pink'
ya-kno pupils 'must look and'
cant ever blink.' Mind overcome now what
Has been done.? So laid the infants
Under callous ones, in deepest trauma then
Comes the flash!!! Snap of light press of
Desires..Media circles something to
snatch.' Witnesses speaking are the backround
Sound-track. noises's from ' pam bondi ' up-on the rack..'
Ruin of the nations.' Runs as innocent as the blood.' Some turn away..No wish to stem the flood, of filth thats waiting behind
'The watergate?' Above is its castle holding
Imprints of horrid fates..I recall many echoes from the past..Brothers Grim created stories of dark fantasy some wicked blasts
Returned to my consciousness.' Of trolls; ogres and kings witches druids sorcery and murder of children ( quite bad things.!) Happen to be old tales.? Contained some truth.?
Gets me thinking? And thats for-sooth..'
And andrew???
Well he's it seems now; gone away.! Sleeping in
Some cat a comb might we say.? He has the cold blue blood, shared with some others and a familiy
history..Quite gory.! just go ask his brothers.?
"The 'Israel of God' is finished!
We have inflicted horrific wounds,
And we terrorize them further.
Their bodies are weak and brittle.
They are useless, broken jars,
Caught in the net we hid from them.
They wail like abandoned children,
Soon death will silence them.
May they lay silent in their graves,
May their god go down with them,
May their thoughts die with them,
Like those who never lived at all!
Poisoned by their Headwaters,
Their filth dumps into the Sea,
Proving toxic to the Nations,
Defiling all that they touch.
Let us rejoice in their distress,
Let us stoke their pain and groans,
Let us wipe them from the earth,
Abolished without a second thought."
"I hear your rebellious blather!
Words of arrogance and contempt.
Your tongues of strife are hasty,
Your confidence is like spittle.
Who causes My promises to fail?
Who cuts Me off from My people?
Who surpasses My works in Creation?
Who can thwart My loyal love?!
You have stumbled into My trap!
Like Pharaoh tossed in the Red Sea,
Like Sennacherib invading Judah,
Like Satan crucifying the Christ.
I told you things before they happened,
I warned you to turn and repent,
You refused and hardened your hearts,
So My recompense will burst forth.
From every corner of the Universe,
I have summoned My retribution.
I will repay you for what you have done.
Your blood will bathe their feet!
Come and experience My vengeance,
While the faithful enjoy My salvation.
You will be held accountable,
On the day I terrorize the ungodly.
For I am angry at all the nations,
And furious with all their armies.
I will annihilate and slaughter them.
My adversaries are reduced to nothing!
Do I worry about your rebellious plans?
'I AM' is laughing at your futility.
Repent! Receive My salvation and joy.
For My loyal love endures forever."
Success in my hand
The power and the glory
On top of the world
I am invincible; me
The little ones left
by the wayside without care
I take what I want
and to hell with their despair
for my life is mine
and I do not care for them
they raised me up high
and now there's no need of them.
their pitiful cries
as they ask for my help; no
they are beneath me
I'm on top of my game; go
they should work harder
for I have attained it all
their jealous actions
they can't wait to see me fall
And fall I did for...
I discarded my support
there was no one left
to encourage through nought
I was abandoned
and fury; my demeanour
for once I had all
but my loss is now keener
struggling to rise up
cannot bear to look, to start
reclusive I am
the world I knew fell apart
avoiding my life
as I sit in the darkness
squandering choices
hiding from my own smartness
and do nothing but
nothing for that catharsis
depression my friend
the filth it stacks up; a mess
I cannot clean it
the will has left, I have stress
no need to arise
There is no appointment set
lay here, die in shame
for a prouder time frames bet
energised to sloth
I have become the mundane
through lust; greed attained
I kept it all, unshared, vain
And wallow in self
My shame defined - reality
To those I have hurt
discarded and used, malady
I need you all now
If only you'd forgive me
but here I sit; spent
I'm denied all connections
and life passes by alone.
25/10/2018 - Edward Ibeh
My Child,
I Need You to Realize, When the Storms of Life Threaten Security
Like A Predator Stalking it's Prey
Unpredictable Devastation May Occur
But Storms are not Here to Stay
When Peace is Plundered, Security Shattered In Disarray
Scattered and Tossed In The Tornadic Stormy Rapture
To Redirect, To Renew, To Wash Away Decay
I Offer You A Parasol of Faith for the Rainy Days
It May not Hold Up Against Strong Winds
But It Will Shelter Hope, Like Elder Folks Often Say;
"The Storm May Rage for A Season, but It Isn't Here to Stay".
Storms are Necessary Obstacles Strategically Placed in Our Way
Wetting Stones Planted Props For Life's Orchestrated Ballet
Restless Child, I Know You Long to Run Wild Outside, Tumble, Scream and Play
But Rain Is Wet For Both Meek And Wise, The Weather Forbids Today!
When The Tempest Rage, Thunder Bellows the Jagged Bolts of Light Display
Selfish, Careless, Ungrateful Vices of Your Inner Judas
Ourselves We Oft Sabotage, Ourselves We Oft Betray
Storms Amidst to Keep Us Alert, Fragility of Our Frames Becomes Primal Concern
Gather Around, Clutched Hands on Bended Knees To Pray
Falsehood, Crookedness, Cultivated Resentments Designed to Separate and Lead Innocent Souls Astray
Come Oh Come Stormy Winds, Drive the Filth Away!
Shambled Communities Crippled By Storm Devastated Debris,
Weather Beaten Mothers Drenched In Sullen Dismay
Overcoming Rubbles, Barely, With Tear Streaked Faces
Vulnerability on Nude Display,
Forlorn and Haggard, Denying Defeat, Just Another Leak To Keep Her Focus and Grounded on Her Feet, To Nurture and Comfort Innocence Who Will One Day Lead the Way
Let Not your Confidence Be Swayed
The Winds Will Calm
The Rains Will Cease
The Covenant Renewed, Gifting Hope and A Stormless Day!