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She walked unawre on sinking sands.
Thinking, ah..the world was so grand.
What a huge mistake!
Her trust of fellow poets!Too great!
Defaming her name in a poem??
The sea's foam urged her to roam.
Bullying her was simply not enough.
"Let's insult her,let's get real rough!"
Have at it poets, it shows your soul.
Cancel her, quilled brutally is your goal!
This site is dear poets, for all views!
How low you crawled, the two of you!
I feel no brotherhood nor freedom
here!
Just vicious poets out to hurt and smear...
You taught me a lesson, not to trust!
Sweetness here....is a total bust
I will treasure the few friends I have
here forever.
"Freedom" is the worst, poets here think.
Preferring lies in black, shiny Gestapo ink.
I don't think Admin encourages such
treacherous action.
Alas, destruction of a fellow poet brings
to you, savage, bloody satisfaction?
And so, good night,I wish you the best.
We shall see if you pass God's final test.
How we weep over the dead in history
so long ago!
But bury living poets here,eyes blind
but our hearts, full of joy and aglow!
This is the saddest moment, this Poetess
had in years.
On her nightgown, rivers of moonlit,
salty, tears.
8/14/2021
1:30a.m.
Young Soul
Dear young soul who stole your smile that you go around stone faced like one who wears the weight of the world holding you down. Where is the joy that once filled you when you chose to incarnate yourself in a form of this melanin thin body and heart that aims to please everyone accept you but for every insult, rejection, disappointment fear insecurity, humiliation and tease; bars in the form of labels were encased around you rules and expectations were given to you where you slowly began to forget what it truly meant to be free. Your eyes were replaced with blurry vision so you have no sight of the greatness and potential you truly possess. Self-doubt and uncertainty slowly began to invade every crack and crevice of your being so you appear in the eyes of them as unsure of your self. Dear strong soul who silenced your voice that you believe what you have to say is of no importance that the mere sound of every word that comes forth from the core of your inner parts fades out in the distance scattered by the wind. That the opinions of others confrontational assertiveness causes you to hesitate shrink back and cringe. Young soul who mislead you that you feel like you have lost your way to finding fulfillment in every moment, who wrote the blueprint for the way you are suppose to live, who was there to give you direction through every path in life’s system requires you to navigate
The dilapidated building wavers the hindsight
In a single city
Hidden conformity owns?
A previous creation of economy
Current currency in ink creates no mad article
One must adhere in the thick heat while justice witnesses change
The current volume of water "allowed" from water station
From station to station the ear is clipped in interest if reported earnings.
In this fashion panic has created itself a source of retired journal timing.
Cycle of labor markets itself
Not a new nor another
Speak easy
Speak easiest
Differing reason in seasonal appearance
In the space a forgotten person is left to entertain
The remainder of civilization has been acquired
The unfinished civilized area per "your" affront, complaint, insult
Inflammatory remarks is creation of code
Creating colony
Demanding colonization by war
More Info for Email Admins
Status code: 550 5.7.1_ETR
Codified routing policy organization chart
Competent exam
He saw several loving what they heard and it bothered him.
They were dancing and having a grand ole
thyme. People clapping, dancing, getting along and singing along with the music.
It bothered him , I mean it really really bothered him.
See he had been a musician; he had albums, the were musical master peices. Some even were remixed to be dance songs. But one day people just stopped requesting his songs. They bought some albums : but ales were low and remained low even when his releases were new and fresh. He never changed his style, instead he'd tag-up with different people to intro interest in his sound. The did do some culturally different things, like fusing genres and sounds ,but keeping it collectively interesting using, tones, grooves, harmonic interludes, never being depressed alway optimistic. One reporter told his I love your style: because I never hear anything gossipy in the lyrics, they are one point directed right to the audience it's catering to. I do like those universal groove that compliments the beauty of love. I reaches ever audience with out insult or tease. I love your music!"Allegro to adagio and even the andante!" I really love your sound, creativity and songs!" All I could do was say thanks! But not being included in the place I wanted to be: at the time I wanted to be there: just bothered me!
Written by:
Sonata Fugue Aria
Toggy Journalistic Groover
Me Sore Parts of Monday
Dancing Friday night
music Extraordinaire
The Cattle Coat Diplomate
They say that good or bad, things happen in 3's, are best.
The Christians know of the Trinity, Father, Son, and Holy Spirit, there is also the 3 wise men. 3 Monastic Vows (Poverty, Chastity, and Obedience), 3 Feet in a Yard, 3 Books in Lord of the Rings, 3 Ring Circus, 3 Ships of Christopher Columbus, 3 Wheeled Tricycle, 3 Legged Race, 3 Ring Circus, 3 Strikes and You're Out, 3 Is A Crowd, 3 Mile Island, 3 Trimesters in a Pregnancy, 3 Flavors in Neapolitan Ice Cream, 3 To Get Ready (and four to go), 3 Parts To An Atom: protons, neutrons, and electrons, 3 Caloric Sources: Fats, Carbohydrates, Proteins, 3 Primary hues red, green, and blue, 3 Parts to the Personality: Id. Ego, super-ego, 3 Earth Divisions: Core, Mantle, Crust, 3 Rock Formations: Igneous- Metamorphic- Sedimentary, 3 Times A Lady, 3 Minute Egg, 3 Point Basket, 3 Holes in a Bowling Ball, 3 Colors in a Traffic light, 3 Minutes in a Boxing Round, 3 Teaspoons in a Tablespoon--The Truth, The Whole Truth and Nothing but the Truth--Of the People, By the People, For the People--Life, Liberty and the Pursuit of Happiness--Hear no Evil, See no Evil, Speak no Evil--Paper, Rock, Scissors--The Good, the Bad and the Ugly--Small, Medium and Large--Ready, Aim, Fire--On Your Mark, Get Set, Go--Stop, Look and Listen--3 Little Pigs, The 3 Bears, 3 Course Meals, Appetizer, Main Course, Dessert--3 Blind Mice, 3 clover leaves, Beginning, Middle and Ending, Tripod, Troubles Comes In 3, Trident, Bermuda Triangle, Triplets, Trios--Stop, Drop and Roll--Veni, vidi, vici "I came, I saw, I conquered"-- The Ghost of Christmas Past, The Ghost of Christmas Present, and The Ghost of Christmas Future--Insult, Injustice, and Exploitation--segregation now, segregation tomorrow, segregation forever--blood, sweat, and tear--In a Will, I Give, Devise and Bequeath--Leave them laughing, and them hoping, and them wanting for more--Love All, Trust A Few, Do Wrong To None,
..."So, I will conclude, for I've lost you since from the third word in."
Date 09/08/2019
I SEE TRUE YOUR EYES
You look, you look, you
look me, in the eye,
But your gaze carries
on, into infinity,
No other reason,
except it’s all lies,
Unable to make contact,
you stare through me.
You see, you see,
you don’t see at all,
Give nothing away,
that’s your weakness,
Extremely clever,
a Scrooge to befall,
Greed’s all consuming,
brings only bleakness.
I know, I know, I know,
what you are,
Obsessed about money,
yet unable to spend,
I’m not jealous,
have my own happy sum,
Don’t insult me, by
acting poor, it offends.
You want, you want,
you want, but don’t need,
This avarice inside,
knows no bounds,
It’s a cancer,
spreading like a disease,
When speaking, your
bleeding heart sounds.
I strive, I strive,
I strive, to survive,
But my soul,
Is full of vagaries,
You’ll always be rich,
but never can thrive,
Only get thrills,
by saving and Chicanery.
You are, you are,
you are a cheapskate,
A miser a skinflint,
sell out your own family,
And for what, only to
have a niggard’s trait,
bank account you’ll never
touch, is pathological fantasy.
By
David Kavanagh.
You expect you expect “You
expected more from a (paddy)?
Self-serving nonsense,”
a trap by design,
Hits a raw nerve,
penny-pinchers unhappy,
This ones on me,
didn’t cost you a dime.
Seventeen thousand special K
vanished into thin air
in one fell swoop life savings
fraudulent fiend did clear
yours truly duped
courtesy scammer with consummate flair
rowdies in peanut gallery doth jeer
raucous insult to injury outware
any remaining shred,
where peace of mind concerned
unraveling threads feeling victimized
Harvey Specter's lobbed hand grenades
fractured, exploded, destroyed... psyche
how mean spirited and unfair.
Amidst din in noggin
analogous to tower of Babel
meaningless mysterious cable
enclosed holding key
to deliver remuneration
bringing tears of joy
and Hollywood ending
to torturous surreal fable
decrypted applying
following conversion table
7.15 6.21.14.4 13.5
fiasco from fraudster
(fiendish) frazzles father
would elicit flickering salvation.
I still haint reckoned with reality
and shake me head in disbelief
mourning forsaken legal tender
while yours truly merrily
strolling along information superhighway
unexpected encountering grief
sorely missing nest egg
linkedin with devilish scheme hatched
when computer hacker
impersonating Apple technician
lured me into a virtual net.
He (who spoke
with a clipped English affect)
his trust earned,
though no questions I asked him,
thus never double checked
truthfulness of authenticity
regarding his being credentialed
by Apple Computer Company
only after the fact painfully learning
checking and savings accounts wrecked.
Expertise with fleecing
sheepish folks like me
most likely found him laughing
all the way to the bank
donning poised demeanor ernest and frank
allowed, enabled, and provided
being emboldened, empowered
to pull off heist,
which legerdemain possibly refined
playing many a boyhood prank
pull the wool over my eyes
and extracting legal tender
he slyly, knowingly,
and deftly did yank
key personal information
compromising willpower to remain alive,
whereat suicidal ideation
(via prescription medication overdose)
teases as modus operandi to escape
death by a thousand cuts
unsure how I can weather insolvency,
a bitter battle to survive
and bear witness to monies thrive.
You call me mad and I call you boring
and you get upset cus I’ve insulted you
and everyone thinks what I said is an insult....
you just called me mad ffs,
You must be stupid as well as boring
and everyone in agreement with you is stupid too,
then they all get upset with me
even though they’ve just openly implied I’m mad
as a fact I should allow
whilst at the same time sitting ignorant to the insult
and waiting expectantly for me to apologise...…
And then I stop and think,
being mad is better than being insulting yet sensitive,
ignorantly bigoted whilst demanding others be liberal
and as well as that
have narcissistic selective traits
as to how I’m tuned into the world so it suits only my perspective....
So I’ll take being mad as you should have boring,
because you’re all absolutely clucking barmy mate!!!!
Rats can have over a million descendants
In eighteen months, talk about prolific
Don't know about all youse guys out there
But this guy finds that quite horrific
You'd produce enough gas for an atomic bomb
If you farted for 6 years and 9 months
Know a guy that could produce enough gas
For an atomic bomb by farting just once
Tipping in Iceland is considered an insult
Sounds really civilized to me
The longest flight of a chicken is 13 seconds
It crash landed and broke a knee
Ribbon worms eat themselves if they can't find food
Now that's pretty desperate to me
Guess they start at the bum and work their way up
Don't think I've ever felt THAT hungry
Bob Hope and Billy Joel were both once boxers
Now I don't mean the doggy type
Chained dogs are 3 times more likely to bite us
Guess they have a reason to gripe
Clocks made before 1660 had only an hour hand
The world didn't have seconds back then
A jiffy is the time it takes for light to travel
One centimetre in a vacuum, I'm overwhelmed
Mahatma Gandhi wrote for advice on diet and exercise
To strongman Charles Atlas, I kid you not
Whoopi Goldberg's real name is Caryn Johnson
That can't be, we all love Whoopi a lot
Who said "I’ve watched a lot of baseball on the radio"
Yup! Good old President Gerald Ford
Way back, people threw eggs at the bride and groom
A custom that today would be deplored
SUGAR, SPICE, SOUL
Oh, yes~ my friends, that is what poet friends are made of!!
Givers, in the main, not takers. You can count on their constancy.
They read you more than once a year. Not…run over your poem
like a speed bump with no feelings!! They even soupmail you, to ask,
“How’s it going, my friend?” And you really should do the same!
If they really are your friends, they do not, like ghost-ships…disappear
into the foggy night! Nor worse, have the rule…
” I only read, who reads me!” This really would limit my world!
Just pretty words and form-acumen, nor cleverness, a poet,do not make.
It takes a true, warm soul. Whether simple or complex the poem, it is still great artistry! It is sugar and spice for the soul!
Find some soul poet friends, you can trust.Not rare, but you may find
some out to harm you. They haven’t the courage to tell you what is wrong.
So they sneak under other poet’s comments to insult you. It’s painful to
find oneself being shredded. But for me, simply confusing.
The ones with fangs work behind the scenes,actively, working to get you removed from the site. Yes, no kidding. So be forewarned! There are poets with backbone who do stop this infantile and malicious behavior.
God bless them! Hugs to such genteel poets.
I have poets alert me to any evil going on. Hugs to them all. Their numbers
are few, but such poets with high integrity!
Such chutzpah, they have and will back you to eternity.
There are excellent poets on site with over fifty years experience writing
poetry.
Then those who just began. Like myself! Be patient with yourself. Learn the
classical forms. It helps control your thoughts gets your message across clearly.
I wish you all sincere, long friendships here and the joy of writing your best
poetry. An acclaimed poet told me, “The number of poems you write is highly
insignificant. The quality of the poem, is far more important.” I
I do miss Connie Wong as many of you still do. She was the poet’s poet!! Unafraid to pen more than four words in a comment. Never a cookie
cutter comment from her. One felt embraced by her. Remember that?
No “drive-by” comments from that angel. Now in heaven.
Wishing you all sugar, spice and soul! Not only in poetry, but in life!
Panagiota Romios
10/7/2022