Long Gullibility Poems

Part 1: Catalyst
I recently read a blog that purported to report news
Of extraordinary import to us all,
That the Catholic Pope, with a new encyclical letter,
Announced to the world his conviction that there is no Hell
And...

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Dead Man Tales
shards of glass pearl the emperor's rise,
his arms embracing upon our sins and lies, 

do not deceive yourself , my friend.
in the twilight of our beings our corruption merges and blends.

there is no...

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POTD 21 November 2017

So professional in his lies - So ruthless in his ambition
Feeding lies to the simple folk - convincing in his deception
Telling them they live on toxic farm land - succeeds in striking...

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I crowned the write full missus "champ paean practical joker"

The following moniker “innocent prankster” 
awarded, hashtagged, and qualified wife
as trickster de jure appended 
to alluded spouse 
(then of twenty five plus years),
when she pulled a...

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Why did you come to see me?
Asked the witch,
In a nasal tone!
Are you yourself not made of magic?

I looked at her in silence,
Wondering if she could feel the pain
Dancing all over me
Running through my bloodstream
Pulsating...

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Now the enemy is a vague foggy ghost
brought so readily and intimately to the forefront
those well-known unknown faceless pernicious enough
a hidden host in a wanted posters photograph
come they have to invade your homes
to run their...

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The Atlantic ocean...,an unrelenting mistress

More'n ten thousand leagues under the sea
next to an octopus's garden in the shade.

OceanGate manufacturer
of the Titan Submersible,
which vessel that set out to reach
Titanic shipwreck with five passengers
officials believe the suffered
a...

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The Cinematic Film Treatment as poetic element 
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Snickering Bastards     

Two chattering ravens narrate a tale of blind revolution and seedy redemption, as we follow a Raisinseed V9.003, the latest hermaphrodite...

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Mister money bags no more

Ah..., how I idolize the days of yore
before June twentieth, and twenty first
two thousand twenty three
when utter senselessness wore,
a trail of woe brutally
ravaging and savaging mine psyche,
yours truly attests gullibility tore
and...

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What's true these days? This world we live in has so much lies we can't even 
tell the truth anymore. Real eyes, realise, real lies. If only people could see with 
the eyes they were...

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More'n nine months on...

and still I feel infuriated at myself
concerning squandered funds
passively, senselessly, and willingly
surrendered nest egg
to computer hackers
(imposters, jackknifing, and liquidating)
coercing me to forfeit funds,
whereby yours truly (me) blindsided
thru convincing telephonic dialogue
witnessing unquestioned trust

I...

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Do you even bother to wonder anymore,
When you look at the news,
Or do you just chuckle to yourself,
About the gullibility of some.

Have you stopped asking yourself,
Now you know getting the answer,
Could take years, 
And lots...

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Things might just turn out alright...

Long as we own the ability to see through political "solutions" and recognize 
propaganda. 
 
Things might not be so bad...

With so many people waking up to see that following...

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Heart of mine

Cry and feel again, 
oh thou heart of mine heart.
Afford me peace of mind, 
be moved and beat once again in my depths; 
for a dream within me, that happiness will yet save...

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In my life, narrow margins matter
Opening my eyes wide
To better perspectives which don’t flatter
Dispensable pride riding on the tide 

Where populism portrays norms
To which I don’t subscribe
Despite unusual forms and storms
I ride although I can’t...

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IN  MODERATION
By: William S. Labtis

Anything….taken
in excess is wrong! 
Physically, morally or legally!
What may cause or uncaused  you
Un-ending  indigestion, detestation
 protestation , exhaustion or exhumation!
After that condemnation…is a word of caution!

We may take...

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I’ve written enough small poetry
to start a nuclear war.
Do you want to die in traffic
behind the wheel of your car? Or in yr rodeer camp next fall.

Control eludes us. The hero
loses urinary control, the unified...

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Across the board are my bishops and pawns opening a battling door!
And my castles corner your kings well-planned out bonjour.
Holding sturdy ground, my queen gets caught in between your most brilliant liaisons.
Strategically bound expected as...

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scientists claim climate change is inevitable
the world is changing
way too fast
and some can't handle the strain
the entitled millennial me generation
are sculpting society
embracing artificial intelligence
and cybernetics in their pursuit of immortality
sometimes sheep put their trust in...

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Oh yes, the college girls
come and go
speaking of Ani De Franco.
And yes, I too
measure out my days
with coffee spoons,
a hundred years later
and nothing has changed,
only the numbers of the dead
and the deranged
have increased exponentially
with deadly...

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Writing my dieing languagereading continually  aloud
within Brokenwhat sexual mirror
5th line 3rd stanza
critique Nazis(poetry game)
to become
whatever you wanted
No simplistic change causing desired left
crooked crooks
babbling brook
between the lines
Empty replaces nothing
translation of your last poem
Liberate fate to...

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Speaking altruistic tortures 
forbidden overthrown planes 
secrets, tests, enterprise 
suspense tricking souls 

Light focus unintelligence 
rediscovered, maybe sane 
obsessing away, curing 
selfless sees locked 

Continually dieing language 
time subconscious hate 
works dividing innocent 
fear manipulated...

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The Medieval vampire Blacksmith worked into the night
     Printing counterfeit money.
     Blacksmith, only one with metal safe
     To hold in storage town people's...

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Zeros to tens cruisin', hustlin' and bustlin' on Ocean Drive,
Mustangs, Ferraris and Lamborghinis slowly cruise by,
humidity glistens the skin of the scantily clad,
with hedonistic intentions good and bad,

rooftop bars, rope lines and tight one way...

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The shaggy prophet scrambles up his pine soapbox
with purpose of penitence direct in words, begging
the Christmas crowd to open their glassy eyeballs
     away from the dance and clamor of control
sweeping the light away from every human...

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