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Traduce Tis Trademark Trump's Traitorous

transmitted trashy talks
(partially presented pablum pertaining 
     particularly - president ***** (PAC -
     phallic action cum mitt tee)   
     portfolio playboy philandering)

baneful boorish boastful bullheaded 
     Brobdingnagian beastie boy balks.
conspicuously cavalierly crudely curtly 
     cavorts, capitulating, claiming, 
     championing crying chauvinistic 
     concupiscence, coital cupidity caul
     king crooked cowboy cakewalks.

Donald daringly, dastardly, defiantly, 
     demonstrably, deplorably, deprecatingly, 
     devilishly, divinely dumbfounded, 
     duplicitously desultory, debauched, duckwalks.
eccentric effrontery, egregiously enervating, 
     excitedly exculpatory, extremely evil eyestalk.

"fake," faultily fervently fiendishly flagrant 
     fool, frightful. 
gaffe galling, gamesome gawker, generating 
     gerrymandering. 

harboring hectoring heinously hellishly 
     hideously horrendously horrible hulk.
ignominious illicit ilk, imbecilic immodest 
     immoral impetuous, impishly impudent, 

     incarcerate, incinerate indecently, indecorous, 
     iniquitous, intently intolerant, irascible 
     irksome, itching ii incite iv iiiiii ix intercourse izards.
jowly jackass jackdaw jackknifing jaywalking 
     jumping jerk, jilting jinn.

knowingly keeping kryptonite, kinky Kardashian 
     kvetches, kris kringle ken kool, kissing kitty, 
     kosher kumquats kippered, k-nine kooky korps, 
     kowtowing ku klux klan kinsfolk.

legal leafstalk lawlessly locked, lacerated, 
     lambasted, languished lost lively lust, 
     limped, legal levity limited.
menfolk made macho mission. many moons 
     monthly mandate marked maybe mars, 
     mercurial maladroit monkey manumission modified 
modus mystifying maze moonwalk.


I Haint No Recalcitrant Underdog Among Hoi Polloi

Boot juiced abiding
     by ruff dogma, with joie
de vivre, which oft times witnesses
     me being a decoy
occasionally feigning
     tubby an Anchorite, ahoy!

Life in the K9 corps
     aint so ease zee
absolutely daunting, hence
     lemme share with ye
haunting, and unnerving, the whee
kid nasty, short, and brutish

     ways, and truth be told,
     I would rather be outwardly
     hidebound, gagged, and flagellated
     (threatened tubby slowly
     strangled to death by vee
numb muss snakes, me scree

ming bloody murder,
     sans resembling 
     caduceus), or re
     peat head lee bitten
     (till death do me part)
     by vampire bats pre

dominant lee inhabiting
spooky attic, nee
     above cattle crying
abattoir, bovines me
ting grisly demise, cuz prowling
     the murderous gang

     infested mean streets -
of corpse lee
ving shot up desolation
     (think skidrow) role much
     more blood curdling, key
ping adrenaline heart pounding,

    and sweat pouring directive he
ping helplessness 'specially,
     when this gree
gear re: us macho foo fighter,
     accompanied by my greatful
     dead cutting crew - on free

key Friday the 13th
     assigned directive to man
     the most crime ridden, and be
dev filled violent bailiwick,
(donning head to toe
     bullet proof suited vests),

     nonetheless fraught with
     horrendously extreme
difficulty, and more
     challenging, end
     during, and grueling
     than surviving training
     undertaking associated

     with elite military clique,
and attendant rightfully
     earned linkedin prestige
     joining: Raiders of United
     States Marine Corp,
     Green Berets United States Army
     Special Forces, or Navy Seals.

Trick Or Treat

Macabre stairs that creek horrendously beneath her feet 
that creepy little girl descending owns hair as fine as wheat 
Shadows play on the wall like evil puppeteers of old 
they are silhouettes of gloom, exploiters of the underworld I'm told 
With gutterish ***** she calls out to the old Master of defeat 
" Trick or treat give me something good to eat " 
Cognizant of goblins, ghosts and Satan's world now feared  
Halloween is but a darkness seized by living creatures geared.
Hybrid breeds of children well disguised with brawl  
Open doors left ajar walking mongrels staggers call 
"Trick or treat give me something good to eat"
Grap a costume meet the blondie with the gory purple lips 
its Halloween with all its dread, here have a bag of chips! 
"Trick or treat give me something good to eat" 

Oct 29 2022 
Sponsor	Emile Pinet
Contest Name	Halloween
Form: Rhyme

Ignoble Harness Gummed Facebook Ethics

dubious churning benevolent altruism

this anonymous beastie boy boilerplate endeavors: 

(instagramming literary maven) questing user yawps 

critically griping knowing personal tidbits xeroxed blithely, 

freely jeopardized nuggets (revealed vital), zealously doled 

heftily linkedin private treasure trove, (Xfiles breached 

flagrant junction mandating righteous validating zero 

divulgence heaves lamentable ploy, tellingly xing bald 

felonious figurative joyriding, nonchalantly revealing 

valuable (Ziegfeld bomb crackling) debacle, heralding 

litigious proven, X-rated, basic foolhardy (Laurel) jack

knifed, networked, rapaciously villainous, zealously dubious, 

horrendously lowball practices, thru (Cambridge Analytica) 

xy zealots, asininely execrable, intolerantly malignant, 

quintessentially ugly, yawningly dastardly, horrendously 

lamentable, pathetically treasonous, xtra blameworthy, 

fiendishly jawboning, mindlessly paradigm quaking, 

unethical yahoo careless gross injustice jangling kow

towing, pleasing the Xmen, banefully Facebook friggin 

jerky maliciously narcissistically opprobrious predacious 

quisling underhandedly yo-yoing cello glomming kik off

preachiness spar!

Premium Member The Bell Witch Legend

    
        It's told John Bell, North Carolinian
        shot dead a brutish scoundrel he employed,
        got off scot-free, and went his merry way.
        Life as he knew it soon would be destroyed.

        His crops all failed, and Bell lost all his wealth.
        He packed his family off to Tennessee.
        The place they settled in was then named Bell.
        This honor wouldn't help him, as he'd see.
        
        Strange things occurred--kids tumbling from their beds,
        their poor slave woman whipped by unseen hands,
        food floating off as they watched, terrified;
        farm animals ignoring Bell's commands.

        A witch maligned those folks horrendously.
        They bolted Bell town--Mississippi bound.
        The overseer's ghost was close behind,
        the chosen family to haunt and hound.
        
        The witch had said, "You'll wish you hadn't moved!"
        In Tennessee he wanted them to stay.
        New tortures were then heaped upon the old.
        The Bells were not to see one peaceful day.

        Their wagons floated; wheels just flew right off.
        Again crops failed and animals went wild.
        Then came the worst; young Mary Bell fell ill.
        The doctor said, "I cannot help this child!"

        How does this story end? One tale asserts
        the evil entity took Mary's life
        because he'd fallen hard for her and knew
        the living cannot be a dead man's wife.

        It's said that after poor sick Mary died,
        the Bells were free of hauntings, death, and dearth,
        but only after years of pain and loss.
        The haint had turned their lives to hell on earth.


        Source:
             Norfleet, Phil (historian, genealogist)
             bellwitch02.tripod.com
Form: Quatrain


Aftermath of Hurricane Florence Eye One

Florence hydra logical might -
tee pseudo tentacles, monstrous sight
didst bring watery plight,
deluge rivaling Noah - bliss oblige
     epic flood of biblical
     proportions, downright
terrible, re:, a drowning egregious fright
ten ning (in contest

     able uber catastrophe) - Don know why
     das trumpeting spare none, tossing,
     pitching, and lap
     ping blithely alight
ting across geography of thee
     Old North State leaving affright
full trail of destruction, (envied by
     the ghost of General

     William Tecumseh Sherman),
     he no match, where battling
     mortal men didst bite
the bullet outflanked,
     sans doodling Yankees topflight
capstone march to the sea,
     then touted as outright
masterful stroke, asper,

     turning tide of historical Civil war,
     which swath of indiscriminate overnight
destruction in tandem
     followed his Georgia quick step,
     successful Atlanta battle, fight
     ten, which campaign
     rendered victory in sight
Union accorded devastated country

     as winning booty, viz prizefight
ting champions clearly, grimly,
     and lamentably plunged
     once promisingly emergent
     then vanquished Confederacy
     with defeat written
     in figurative bombsight,
qua Rebels surrendering

     at lanced armstrong
     rapier pointed to Appomattox Court House
     original United States territory
     initially indigenous copyright,
stolen, whence ark enemy
     routed, killed, and decimated
     blood brethren human kind -
versus present natural disaster

     no matter meteorologists foresight,
nonetheless horrendously cruel debacle
     crushing The Tar Heel state
     trouncing analogously
     as aqueous blight
damn hellacious sight
tropical storm forcibly reclaiming
     visa vis re...

I Haint No Recalcitrant Underdog Among Hoi Polloi

Just a garden variety generic wordsmith 
teasing out reasonable rhyme courtesy ploy;
self plagiarizing boot juiced barely abiding
by ruff dogma, with enigmatic joie
de vivre charisma, 
which oft times witnessed
gentle green giant gentile goy
essentially me being a decoy
occasionally rocketing, outsourcing, 
kickstarting, feigning
tubby an Anchorite, ahoy!

Life in the K9 corps
ain't so doggone ease zee
absolutely daunting, hence
lemme share with ye
haunting, and unnerving, the whee
kid nasty, short, and brutish
ways, and truth be told,
I would rather be outwardly
hidebound, gagged, and flagellated
(threatened tubby slowly

strangled to death by bonafide vee
numb muss snakes, yours truly 
screaming bloody murder,
viper esse scent chilly resembling 
caduceus), and/or re:
peat head lee bitten
(till death do us part)
by vampire (weekend) bats pre
dominant lee inhabiting
spooky attic, nee

above cattle crying
abattoir, bovines bull heave - 
meeting grisly demise, where prowling
hoodlums - vicious murderous electric 
kool aid acid tested gang
infesting mean streets -
viz hit head hay be us corpse lee
ving shot up desolation
(think skidrow) role much
more blood curdling, key
ping adrenaline heart pounding,

and sweat pouring directive hee
ping helplessness 'specially,
when this gree
gear re: us macho foo fighter,
accompanied by my grateful
dead cutting crew - on free
key Friday the 13th
assigned directive to man
the most crime ridden, and be
dev filled violent bailiwick,
donning head to toe
bulletproof suit vests.

Nevertheless, yours truly fraught with
horrendously extreme
difficulty, and more
challenging, enduring, and grueling 
than surviving training
undertaking associated
with elite military clique,
and attendant rightfully
earned linkedin prestige
joining: Raiders of United
States Marine Corp,
Green Berets United States Army
Special Forces, or Navy Seals.
Form: Rhyme

Genuine Apologia Bequeathed

Genuine Apologia Bequeathed...
Kickstarting Expungement Father Incurred

Within a sea futility aye wallow
riptides exemplifies sorrows
drowning me into undertow
bitter aftertaste hogties ability
to make headway, and shuck off tow

warring internal strife at this stage
of my life mein kampf,
a failed one man show
so many instances, I didst wade
into abortive oarless row
well nigh impossible to affect

equitable fair family status quo,
nonetheless an opportunity to wax po'
whet tick, sans saturated
noggin of this primate
doth horrendously overflow
wing with yesterday's

defiant spite gives no
mercy now as looming grim reaper
ready to scythe,
and unforgivingly mow
soul of this sole sun,
doth somberly bell low

mine hounded conscience
comeuppance in the know
suctioning all oxygen vacuums
the being of this generic joe
king pawn's ability
to breathe with every inflow

and exhalation of air analogous
to tsunami of sentiments
blindsiding every hello
jaggedly relentlessly shearing,
punishing, and cleaving
nocturnally visible dayglow

mine conscience rip
snorting to and fro
upon psyches of
parents, siblings emo
ting tender loving

care, and in exchange
courtesy of this (doughless) bro
two sisters, (who twisted
with frustration), decades ago
grown daughters and self!
Form: Bio

Premium Member History of the bike in five volumes

Five hundred years Giovanni Fontana had the notion
To rope gears to wheels and put it in motion.

One hundred years ago an idea came to Baron von Drais
Horses had been killed, ploughing required other ways.

Two wheels, no pedals, all made of wood
You had to push through the field, but still did some good.

A Scotsman added pedals, to the rear wheel
Maybe to celebrate, his friends danced a reel.

A Frenchman made the "boneshaker", which lived up to its name.
Ahead of its time, though reasons to complain.

It vibrated horrendously on the bumpy roads
Rattling teeth, rattling nerves, rattling loads.

Then England's "Penny Farthing" led the attack:
A five foot wheel in front, tiny wheel in back.

It was hard to climb on, and to keep a balance.
Every mount was a test of acrobatic talents

If you fell off without a helmet, it was hard on the brain.
Inventors went back to the drawing board again.

Radial spokes came in 1870, ball bearings 2 years later.
Progress is a goddess, love her or hate her.

Caliper brakes, multiple gears, shifters came fast.
Still too bumpy to have a blast.

Societies of bicyclists lobbied for roads paved and smooth.
Women started riding, old attitudes moved.

Across the pond Thomas Stevens rode a trans-U.S. ride.
With that kind of bike, a reason for pride.

Then pedals to gears got linked with a chain.
Derailleur was the next step, and a drive train.

The Italian Army used a foldable during World War I.
Between incoming bullets, they might have had fun.

Like the future Mountain bike, it handled rough terrain.
But for that, California cyclists tinkered, got the fame.

So that brings me to the day that I was cycling on a country road
composing verses, humming, reciting an ode.

Overtaken by two cyclists on electric bikes from Preston
Were batteries cheating?  I glumly asked the question.

I concede it's liberation, more folks in fresh air
Their efforts assisted, but still mostly fair

Causality doesn't focus on me, of course
I'm just a convergence, a bike over a horse.

But all this history made it possible, on a rural lane
To move on my own power, through really nice terrain.
Form: Couplet

Aliens

Aliens in school are lavishly staring at me,

It feels like they really know more about me.

Aliens in school are secretly talking about me,

It feels like I’m a sweet chill music of anybody.

 

Aliens in school don’t like me that much,

It feels like I can’t please them because I can’t be so such.

Aliens in school are horrendously dissing me in brash.

It feels like I can’t make good things in just a single brush.

 

But whatever those aliens say about me,

I just love how these things run supposed to be.

And whatever those aliens talk something about my life,

I’m still happy to stand though they are like my creepy knife.

 

I can’t be so sorry because this is me,

I just love how I show things in reality.

I can’t be so sorry because I can’t please them,

I just so love myself because I’m not as weirdo as them.
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