Long Ingrates Poems

“You meddling mechanical moron,
you’ve ruined everything,
the thingamabob is running amok,
can’t you hear the alarm bells ring?
You clinking, clanking cretin,
you demented digital dunce,
you never do what I tell you,
and I’ve warned you more than once.
You’re a...

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The year ends on saddest notes
of crying, dying babies in Palestine 
and obstructed efforts 
to throw them a lifeline 

They ought to have long halted
this ethnic cleansing 
of the indigenous inhabitants
Stop the cruel bombardment
of their...

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OFFENSIVE !!


Gus Ferenski had a problem. It was a beautiful day outside. The rebel sun gazing down 
like a peeping Tom. 
The factory air, fresh and clean 
as a San Francisco hippie. 
The leaves were...

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Yukon just coon sitter me a copacetic, energetic, ironic language lover (English is ma lingua franca late mother tongue), who waxes poetic, but tall so one babbling, creaking, and dabbling dis arming marine naval (gazing)...

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Arriving from unknown somewhere
He set up clinic in the market square
Declared he could cure any disease
Using herbal drugs of plants and trees
Townsfolk being credulous
Soon to his shop began to rush
Diabetics, rheumatics, asthmatics flooded
None over his...

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A SPECIAL CHRISTMAS PRESENT

A special present came one day to earth,
Not in the sleigh with Santa and his elves,
Laid in a manger, through a virgin birth,
Not laid upon a store’s vast, crowded shelves.
It was a...

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There’s a fury on the waves
A madness taking place
Fueled by the blood
Of weary wage slaves

And they taught us how to hate
In a hi tech kind of way 
Made us meat puppets 
For the wars they...

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speaking severe nasal sounds, 
   when exhalation boyhood memory draws
obvious twang – another ace in the hole for bullies – 
   gnashing identityguard where gauze
superfluous, and those hurtful ingrates lobbed words,...

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Poems, prose and roses
Poets hate politicians
Poets prefer poking pens at people
P-words, power and paupers
Poets love writing about love
Tears, the sky and meadows

Poets are prostitutes
They are sex vendors
They expose their naked thoughts
To the world
They talk dirt...

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I've been gone for a while, off to a lonely place. 
Had to do some thinking, I needed some space. 
   Not sure if it helped make the man I wanted to create....

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Yes, Let's Do it. Election Insanity.
....................

Yes! Let us have all felons vote!
Better yet, let's muddy the "Swamp"
Have known killers run for Congress.
Perhaps, even be our President.
Indeed, the Americans have gone looney.

Must be chugging down really...

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They Be The Descendants Of The Confederacy
By Roy Merritt

Way down here in the land of cotton
A great many people are mean and rotten
A great many of them are foul you see
They be descendants of the...

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The Holy Spirit shows me Jesus in the Old Testament
Most followers of Jesus connect Passover and communion ...
But did you notice the Cross and its healing power?
Already in Shur (Ayun Musa?), less than a month...

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Homeless in The Sun


And still the concrete shells march
Stomp across the wastelands
With empty shuttered windows
Reflecting landscapes torn apart

Still the scab swells in its white washed walls
Filled with stainless steel
Empty rooms and unused washing machines
Furnishings baking...

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With a world increasing in knowledge, not discernment,
science expands its universe in space;
you will encounter a few whom the Lord will send...
to seek a safe,monastery life! 
The Middle Ages were a great escape
from the vandals...

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Just yesterday this patriarch
sat on the beach to watch the larks,
parents and grandkids digging sand
a warm sun, stranger in the land.

No breeze to sap the gentle heat,
the sea far off with the tides neap
absorbing there...

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Untroubled Dwelling Place......


So blessed by all its peaceful walls.
They do not speak nonsense either, do they?
Yet,we never, thank them, come what may.

What about your lovely home?
The snow, the rain, the sweltering heat.
Ah, but your home...

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I reckon the empty nest syndrome hits all at one time or another,
When youngsters flee the nest leaving dear old Dad and Mother!
This morning on the patio I witnessed this situation at its best,
When two...

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       We scowl at this great country we live in?
       Such ingrates we can be…….almost a sin!


     ...

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NO GOOD DEED GOES UNPUNISHED
by
JOHN M. ARRIBAS


SAY ADIEU TO EUROPE AS IT EDDIES TO THE DRAIN
THE DEMISE WILL BE SLOW  WITH BLOOD WITH PAIN
THERE IS AN INVASION ALL EUROPE IS UNDER SIEGE
BY DEDICATED JIHADISTS...

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Poets: Paciolo Pen Saint Ft Poet Em Em Ft Sebastian Jnr

I'm a flying bird but I'm broken
My wings are cupped & shackled
I'm a choir but my voice is gone
Still I can hum the horrors in...

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A Peace Poem for Jim Link and Word Hobo:
This close to CHRISTmas what may I say
You two have seen so much, fought so well ...
And for the underdog, Prof. Jim Link, you and I
Travelled the...

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The natives are restless
They’re storming the gates
The jury is back:
All wretched ingrates!
The votes have been cast,
The dice have been thrown.
The calculus broken,
They’re starting to moan.
Incredulous, wakening,
They realize they’re slaves
Not to their own brilliance
But each other’s...

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From the bottom of my heart
I thank you honey bee
for all that liquid gold
that's bought and sold
Your precious honey from your tiny womb
Yes God bless thy fine honeycomb.
But sorry for stealing
your liquid of healing!

And thankyou...

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Lives a poet in the United States
Who's sick and tired of insolent ingrates
She went on a diet
And thinks you should try it
It doesn't involve the food on your plates

You're not allowed to talk of politics
Can't...

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