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Interpret this - you psychotic, sociopathic snake
I wish everything in your world to crumble and break
You're the most f--king illogical sad excuse for a soul I've ever seen
It would be, "off with his head!" if I were ever a Queen
You don't even try to get out of your f--king box
You and your ex BOTH are as dumb as a box of rocks
You're egotistical, prideful, lustful, fake, and so damn sh--ty
Let's not forget the year of 2019 when you first ever hit me
I hate the way you don't even try S--T
But tonight I think I'm finally over it. I quit. You're so dumb
You have no common sense or logic and refuse to explore another perception
You always think its about right or wrong, and you see it as rejection and negative
You're like a flopped and recalled sedative.
You'll say what you're gonna do - and women - he'll f--k other girls all over you
He's the biggest Hellhound Dog I've ever seen
But he's mostly all bark - and at first he won't seem mean
'Cause he's the one who starts it all
Despite what he says, he'll never catch you when you begin to fall
Hello, ladies and gentlemen you've come to see
This circle jester that can't seem to want you - but refuses to let you be free
We can never fix this - there's no way out
Go bring your incest-ass back to the South
I'm over this s--t, I'm done with it
'Cause his f--king mouth ain't gonna quit - I'm seriously over this s--t
I wanna leave so bad right now - how's he allowed to be alive right now - how?
Ladies from France
Renowned for their glamor
Parade designer dresses
All day long all night long
Like gazelles in stilettos
Looking fit looking fab
It’s a mystery and conundrum
How successful they are
To maintain girlish figures
While we punish ourselves
Trying to lose every pound
It’s not right it’s not fair
I’ve decided to see for myself
Take the next red eye flight
Meet the ladies for breakfast
Spend a day à la parisienne
So here I am ~
Starting off with café au lait
And a big buttery croissant
Rush to this shop and this bakery
One errand then another
What a joy to sit down for a bite
It wouldn’t be a meal without wine
And a baguette s’il vous plaît
Then artful pastries sublime masterpieces
Whew ~
My day is done I’m back crossing the Atlantic
What have I learned from my day with the ladies
They’ll buy one croissant or a chocolate not a box
They love friends to laugh and chat at the table
They’ll nibble their pastry savoring each single bite
They prefer to shop for fashion than for food
Read on air by invitation ~ April 28, 2021 'OPEN POETRY WITH WOLF SPIRIT'
AP: 1st place 2025, 2nd place 2020
Dummying Up
by Odin Roark
Once mannequins rocked.
Utilitarian heroes propped up
Behind steering wheels,
Windows,
Doors,
Even beside display animals.
Such were the iron-hearted
Of atomic testing ground history.
Today, Saks 5th Ave windows
With their sophisticated still-life-reality,
Serve the well-to-do shoppers,
The not so well-to-do looky-loos,
And of course, the anything-will-do bag ladies.
In Washington there resides flesh and blood versions,
Animatronic wonders,
Their brain circuitry void of action voltage,
Their suits, ties, tans
Makeup, coifs and dresses
Never askew.
Yet…
These elected reps continue more immobile
Than their lauded ancestry,
Those once sacrificial creations of purpose,
Now but a desert’s dwindling radio active dust.
Yes…
Dummying up has come a long way
To its glorification as our US Congress,
Where nonsense requires one dummy-up opener
So “I’ll see that and raise your wealthy-class
Pandering with five more tax cuts.”
At which point, they break for another fund raising junket.
Unfortunately…
The game will pick up where it left off on their return,
A mannequin mentality becoming more and more inflexible.
(As a child I loved watching Peter Pan every year on T.V. When I grew, I had some serious questions for him).
A Conversation With Peter Pan
Ladies and gentlemen, this is a special night
I have a guest—Oh, I’m such a fan!
So, let’s give it up for every child’s delight—
The one and only—Peter Pan!
Before we get started, Mr. Pan—
Thank you so much for being here
All my colleagues tell me—You’re the man!
This event will crown your career!
First of all, Rob, call me Peter—please
Mr. Pan was my father—I guess
At any rate, he was likely a sleaze
In face both parents would have made me a mess
So, who they were—You don’t wonder—Really?
Perhaps a DNA sample you might give?
Now, Robert—Just stop being silly
I just like to live and let live
Are you afraid they were both deadbeat louses?
Were they jerks you might deplore?
Well, I’ve heard my mom was a lush cleaning houses
and my dad was a nine-to-five bore
You’re a living legend, my friend,
Loved by children from shore to shore
Good lord, Rob, when does this interview end?
You’re beginning to be a real bore!
I see. So, let’s get on with the show
and forgive me if I’m prying
but there’s something the whole world wants to know
and it deals with where you’ve been flying
Now, Peter, we know you swoop down into rooms
To fly vulnerably young children away
Once that was innocent fun, one assumes
but it’s called kidnapping today!
Really, Rob? I can see you’re just jealous
Am I right? Or—am I right?
You would give anything to be a child again
So, you could fly off with me tonight.
Peter—If right now charges were to be pressed
you’d be facing life without parole
And it wouldn’t take long for you to confess
With clemency your only goal!
You’re just jealous! Jealous Rob—That’s It!
Peter, just grow up! You sound like a twit!
Grow up, Rob? Never! Never! Never! No!
But it’s all been real. No lie!
Uh-oh, it’s getting really late
It’s time for me to fly!
A Conversation With A Fictional Character Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Natasha L SCRAGG
1/31/22
As the telling of the tale should go ~
lonely old ladies always have a cat
but I don't consider myself an old crow
so I'll ignore the tale ~ and that's that!
My Bella was a little homeless kitty
and I'd just left my home of four years.
I was sad, angry, and filled with pity
for myself and her so I ruffled her ears.
Green eyes that look into the depths of mine
a sweet meow that wakens me each morn.
She plays catch like a dog, and that's fine
until she wants to keep playing...Oh Darn!
She warms my feet at night like he used to do,
but she never yells and walks off in a huff.
She never makes me cry or even feel blue.
Since I found her our lives are not so rough.
Shades of burnt umber, grays and soft brown,
she's watching me as I describe her fur coat.
She makes me smile when I'm feeling down.
It's no wonder upon my sweet Bella, I dote.
A jump to the window sill then into my lap,
she snuggles for want of love and attention.
It's become her favorite place to take a nap
although for me it presents a distraction.
Sashay La Femme is my French name for her
because she casually struts in a feminine way.
Upon my chest she's stroked to make her purr.
If I don't shoo her off she'll stay there all day!
Bella Lane will soon reach the age of four.
She's quite the social butterfly with everyone.
A homeless baby kitten she is no more.
Come and meet her. She's ready to have fun.
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January 20th, 2016
I Love My Pet Contest
Sponsor: Laura Loo
If you find this verse slightly apocalyptic, don't despair. We are not there yet. But the trend has started
Mankind, on the brink of change
We're at the cusp, robotics age
Lives, work and love be re-arranged
The world stares down a yet blank page
No, nothing will be as we used to
Computer brains solving all
Insert itself our minds into
Not like a breeze but as a squall
This automation will be scary
When fix your car and buy the food
The changeover rather hairy
"It will be for your own good"
A.I. knows all of your demeanor
More than you're knowing of yourself
To act as guard, assistant, screener
But also master in itself
The jobs be lost. Don't need as many
Good working skills - A.I. is king
They will be gone like U.S. penny
The change is what new age shall bring
Controlled by phones and computers
No longer conscious what we see
Hey, women, men're no longer suitors
As if all guys are swept to sea
Robotics ends the "loving troubles"
Those wanting sex will find it cheap
While marriage heads to utter rubbles
Girls shall be left alone, to weep
The feminism shall be finished
Good wives, be clinging to thy men!
Deranged dames be diminished
Caprice, delusion equals ban
"The intellect grows kids in vitro"
Oh, ladies, time to change your mind
Be meek and loyal, as in retro
Or find yourselves be left behind
Men opt for freedom, solace, money
Them choosing peace is way to go
Build fewer families, unfunny
And populations shrink, not grow
A pension doled to all the living
No jobs be left in one's old field
Expect no longer earn a living
Perhaps a fate to be unsealed
Computers write software and verses
The actors dead to play again
Gene mods avail age reverses
And there will be no more pain
My verse describes the thinnest sliver
Of what is coming down the pike
The Earth beneath our feet shall quiver
Choose to accept it or dislike
January 18, 2026
Sowing seeds of kindness, We shall come rejoicing, bringing in the sheaves
– Knowles Shaw (1874)
My mind wanders as we bring in the sheaves.
I dream of pretty dresses with puffed sleeves.
Of pearl white shoes, and jewelry to wear.
Lace gloves and emerald combs for my hair.
A young man to escort me to a fair.
We would hold hands and enjoy fun while there.
He would invite me to a fancy ball.
We would dine and dance right through past night fall.
I know others have dreams almost the same.
We accept our work, in dreams there’s no shame.
I doubt ladies in mansions dream of more.
They don’t think of working or being poor.
A gentle breeze stirs, I wake from my dream.
I see my fine clothes gone, all that did gleam.
The wind stronger blowing hard, tossing leaves.
Hurry, before the storm, bring in the sheaves.
Its only 4-2
and with nothing else to do
I pen you a poem from my new temporary home
I am in Grants Pass Oregon for 5 days a week
And it's the temp home of which I speak
I put up a Facebook friends looking to hang
but ran into a bunch of dudes who wanted to bang... ah yeah
So I modified my post, made it clear it's karaoke or a meal
and not a come on for sexual appeal
lets be friends hey, well opened it up to ladies too
and bam, I got a slew of... women wanting to date ( and a few who want a sugar mamma...
So ... My days have been spent reading mostly
And a bit of naps, this radiation is frightening
And I hung out with a local friend for a day
and I am watching webinars to educate my ways
And I am working out to get fit
and I am eating well, home made
last night was salad and shrimp.. scampi (yeah)
And I am only 10 more days in the bug zapper YAHOO
and then its recover my mojo a bit and take stock too
And life begins again in 10. - Artimus (C) Susan Manley 4/2/2024
I met them once I landed in a place,
they called it haven, a soiree place.
Where people are nice,kind and cool.
Some are young, some are....never mind.
They're awesome people!
I first met this blonde lady,thought she's only twenty.
She did refused, said she's almost a mother to me.
I beg to disagree,'cos she's more than just a mom.
She's a bestfriend, she's wonderwoman.
She lives in Norway,Anne Lise Andresen was her name.
There goes a new avatar,who came to visit on my land.
She's wearring sunglasses,but can't hide the beauty from behind.
Then I found out lately, she doesn't just own a pretty face.
She is the sexiest and hottest momsie,rockin' up poetry.
She's a real poet master,SkAT A.,that's her name!
One day I sat down and read some poetries,
So delightful,inspiring, and awesome pieces.
I got struck to what I've found.
A Filipina who's writing with charms,
Her poems are incredibly great,
She's Nette Onclaud, the goddess poet!
I came to land another page, thought at first that's a cage.
Of a tigress with full of angst and strength.
I must admit, though I was afraid, I admire all the pieces she had made.
She left the table and threw the soup,and think tha'ts the last time I'll see her poem.
But with revenge she went back home, and send me greetings that I treasured.
With friendly comment I came to know, this tigress is tame and a sweet person.
Who is she?...the everbody's love and favorite, Poet Destroyer!
As time goes by, and my journey went long.
I had to passed in different stations.
I came to know so many beautiful people,
So kind and thoughtful, their arts are treasures.
There came to visit my poem one day,
Though full of greiving,they cheered me so well.
They are Mary Jo ,Eileen, F.J. ,Vie and Shadow.
The women who are pride of this site.
The pretty ladies who always been there to lift you high.
Above all these awesome experience,
Is to know the people from my own motherland.
My country fellas, so sweet,cool and nice.
They are the crystal flowers glisten brightly like a star.
They are Leonora, Maria Paz, Nikko and Carole...
My day became brighter, you light the path I walk.
Everytime your greetings knock on my door.
Allow me to do the honor to thank you guys.
And let you all know how thankful I am.
My dream has came true, because of this site.
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speck, not a smudge or spot nub to detect, and it is, oh, so sweet
walking that floor in your bare feet - - -SUDDENLY A DUTY
is stuck to your foot, some wretched crumb of vagrant soot,
a speck intruder you would gladly, madly shoot!
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PROSE!!
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