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Why oh why do I have to learn
Of poets compelled to leave here – it causes me great concern
There are people who mock us,
Then there are the poets here who block us
I can ignore them - they don’t cause me alarm
But there is a different type of person, they can cause great harm
Hiding behind their keyboard, wearing a veiled disguise
There are those who stalk, victimise and terrorise
They need teaching a lesson and kicking hard right in their flies!
I know it’s not just the ladies who suffer this type of abuse
Guys can get hooked in and trapped like in a noose
These childish idiots need to go home and play with their dolls
Please contact soup admin to get rid of these pathetic trolls
Please, please, please don’t leave our group
We need you here posting your poems on Poetry Soup
3rd June 2015
I am going to Cuba, Susan said at the same time Diane said she was going to Spain.
Elise and I were staring outside; I was reflecting on whether or not it could rain.
I think I will kill my dog this week, Marcia said, testing our hearing, and our attention.
No one was listening to each other, these friends and I, a fact I barely have to mention.
I had a date with a guy on Plenty of fish, Loretta said. He was unkempt, and rather harried.
I told you those idiots are players, Jenny said, and some of the thicker bearded ones are married.
I am going to Cuba, Susan tried again. But no one was listening, so nobody heard.
We were now busy cautioning Loretta about writing and texting to this crazy nerd.
Rain I think, Elise said. I am definitely killing the dog, Marcia offered, her ring glistening.
No one heard, because frankly we have been friends so long, no one is ever truly now listening.
A mast of goodness seen by the entire neighborhood,
even if the whole body stays beneath the waters;
producing rare sweet wine loved by all
as attitude calmly speaks giving more command to words.
Then possesses a temperament
which unleashes comets of mind softeners.
Just one being with similar make up to everyone else
yet covers a large district
with an umbrella of relationship and a shadow of good deeds.
Wildness and adventures begin to attract
and the temptation alone already tasting creamy and sweet.
Guard is let down to accept a rare stain
forgetting that such reputation commands great attention
and nothing can be hidden no matter how abstract its execution.
The juice turns bitter and fruit becomes rocky
that inner-radiating moon with an orbit of innocence
goes blank and dumped in a muddy lake.
The full mane covering an outstanding charisma
then faces the razor of shame to leave an open head to disgrace.
On such a new morality,
flies perch while its moisture stinks;
strong Irons then rust, surrounded by a general decay.
Redemption folds its arms to do nothing
while condemnation’s slaps are continuously in the increase.
Idiots sit and drink beer on this issue
scoffers and undisciplined minds become volunteer witnesses
then a great personality is dragged down by the rope of opportunists
to reversibly equate themselves to be unfit mates
while causing a fuss
through the noisy welcome from the corrupt class.
This is an indication of society’s affection towards wrong.
A proof that the effect of one bad intimidates that of good in millions
giving an exaggerated caption and devastating headline,
putting one in between suicide and strong will
but when calm is exhibited in crisis and strength in weakness;
humility and acceptance poured out to show imperfection is in all,
the forum is then set to bring out that radiance once again.
In a settlement far from barbaric ideologies
and an analogue system of thinking and beliefs,
climbing all the way up to once again possess that status
is achievable and possible because
dresses can’t be condemned by stains especially when washed.
Speak low
Remain Unheard
Still an option
Sound horrible
As Noise
Trickles
Lies within its
Inaudible worth
I wont hear of it
What's said
Remains confident
As confidential
One word single word
Heard aloud
Expect quick
Uproared calamity
Sloppy slightly
Undermining
This rooms
Crowd unprepared
For three guns
Maximum
Before chaos
On tippy toes
ing
Dont start
An eruption
These are not
Intellectuals
Made to be
There purpose
Dull wittles
Idiots wrong
Place wrong
Credentials
Lutenants
At most
Still though
The sure
meaning ignorance
Full cups laid around
Unpredictable
But also
ing quiet
Green boys
hard headed
Think love
Isnt confusion
Understand
As understood
By young
Dull wittles
Idiots
To carry over
Thoughts
Immortal
Make sure
They get it tomorrow
Walking animals
Hunters shot
To crush
As livestock
Before death
For told
They die twice
Before slude
So ing
Whisper or
Best address
Quietly take
Stock sliding
the docket over
Your breath
Stale beer
salmonella
Will end you
Quick like
These kids
Poor decision
Being tossed
A.slow death
Set by
weaker men
Broke agenda
Slow Moment
Just this
People are
Born to die
Going to die
Wait for
A tec is on its way
What is this
Where are we
Wrong brothel
Its 2025
I really should
Try harder
Out of this wall
Im a rodent
Dying inside
A cement wall
Waiting for nothing
is this a wall
Can I get out
From here realistically
Form:
Global Extinction
The fires you start will come back and burn you.
The idiots are in charge and they deny the truth.
Enjoy the sunshine whilst remaining blind to the drought.
We as a species deserve to be dying out, no doubt.
When the waters rise and the lives disappear,
You will turn around and ask to hear,
But it will be too late to make a change.
The end is nigh, if things stay the same.
The sun is nice, until it is not.
The sea’s will rise and the land it will go.
The bats have all died because it is getting too hot.
Welcome to your inferno.
No fossil fuels left for you to dig, you dig?
You will be left on your little island, surrounded by what you did.
Emptying the ground for oil and gas.
The life they have, the life they must have.
The gas has taken the future and all the president can do is laugh.
I guess he knows that money talks.
The silent majority will rise and tear down your new wall.
Protest against the murderers, they kill the planet while I write verse,
To tell a tale of man-kinds fail; the words will never be heard.
Extinction Rebellion;
Our future wails.
No more extinction! No more contradictions.
No more self-punctured nails.
Once upon a time a clean air act was written as a promise.
No take backs, set in stone, the lies beat the Hell out of being honest.
The Earth is empty, it’s elementary. If you eat until it is all gone,
You will get a nice tan from a hundred degree sun.
Speaking like a hurricane, tornado range,
It’s climate change.
The amazon is nearly gone, because Mr. Amazon is number 1.
The Earth is first, humanity thirsts,
I see no saviour fighting for our Earth.
All that remains is a scorched planet.
Just one more degree and we have all had it.
Polar bears drown, forest fires.
When the power ends and the planes are all downed,
We will be climbing the trees to get higher.
The tsunami will set us free,
By wiping out man’s technology.
Welcome to another ice age.
Man will walk alone one day.
The last man on Earth will have his say,
But nobody will ever hear him again.
For too long now we have all stood still,
By driving pollution through our hearts.
We have all become so ill.
This is how the evil starts…
(C)2019 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Form:
The applause
I had a drink before going to a poetry reading
since I was nervous
drank a few whiskeys and spoke dramatically about the plight of the Palestinians
I needed help to get down from the stage since my glasses were at the hotel.
The next day, we went to a meeting where the top of
The educated class go, I thought they were idiots
they had erudition but no
learning, So I got up and spoke for fifteen minutes.
The silence was colossal
think of a needle falling from the galaxy
and landing at the Himalayas, I had sinned
said the global warming was a natural disaster and had nothing to do
with global warming.
The meeting was unreported in the local paper
but what do
I do not speak this Roman soldier’s language.
Oh, venerable mask on high!
You have replaced, my God, so do come nigh.
Of hand-sanitizers do I religiously sing.
No church, no God, I adore social distancing!
I will make wrong, all who wear no mask!
Label them as idiots or freaks ~is my latest task.
The government is my Higher Power now.
I have no time for you God, so take your leave and bow.
I gleefully forgot you already know the day I will die.
So media fear colors my rivulet of days, like sixties tie-dye.
Maybe I will trust you when this is over?
I doubt it though, since I let science and government
I adore, even more than my dog, Rover!
April 14, 2020
11am PST
I watched the blood flow
poetry dripping
coagulating in pools of misery
How could a genius be so careless?
Shaving away our humanity
filtering it through an inebriated brain
Poems in the thousands
orchestrated in the ordinary
Crushing
Truthful
yet not quite right
Genius exacts a toll
Somewhere beyond mirrored ideology
flashes the broken image of man
the smell of whiskey
loose women
one night lays
Lonely is as lonely does
Sticks poked into blind eyes
bones cracking like porcelain vases
adorning the altar of an enigmatic fool
Are we trapped?
Are we idiots?
Do we drink from the well of insignificance?
He sits alone in an empty room
Thinking
Yes Thinking
Until he thinks us out of existance
Yet somehow
Thankfuly
We are still here
Not so Genius
Brilliant none the less. His story is sad but his poetry is riviting.
I enjoyed this contest, facinating person of whom I was not familiar.
Menage et Trois
On the farm, I was sent to when my mother was at home for tuberculosis,
I was quite happy, the people on the farm consisted of a middle-aged couple
The sister of the wife and two mentally deficient women did the work
The farm got payment from the state keeping them; they didn´t liven the house,
but in the barn sleeping on straw mattresses. At the time I saw nothing wrong
in this but they were cruelly exploited doing all the dirty work which farms produce.
As usual, I walked around in my own world milked five cows In the morning and
fed the beasts, the cleaning I left for the two idiots to do.
In the house the two sisters argued a lot, the farmers sometimes slept in one bedroom,
his wife’s sister and at times with his wife.
It appears I saw a manage et Trois were one part was an unwilling participant,
which only stopped when the unmarried sister moved out.
When my mother was coming home from the sanatorium, I told her and there
was much laughter in the family.
Three convenience store employees thought what they did was funny but I think it was cruel.
Those three people said that I won a thirty million dollar lottery and then yelled "April Fool".
They sold me a fake lottery ticket with the winning numbers.
They started laughing and said that a person couldn't be any dumber.
For a few minutes, they tricked me into thinking that I was a rich man.
I thought that I could drive a Rolls Royce and throw away my minivan.
When those idiots yelled "April Fool", all hell broke loose.
They thought it was funny and didn't expect such abuse.
I beat the hell out of all three of them and they made loud thuds when they fell.
I'm as poor as I ever was and now I will be spending the next year or two in jail.
I'm in a lot of trouble, I also broke some other things in addition to breaking the law.
When I repeatedly punched those convenience store clerks, I broke their ribs and jaws.
My obese mother-in-law just yelled "April Fool" after saying that she was going to pay my bail.
I just knocked her on her bloated butt so now I guess I'll be spending even more time in jail.