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‘T wasn’t long before we nestled
In the belly of the beast
And we might not all have fit
If it wasn’t for some grease
Demetre was disturbed
By the prodding of a sword
So he said to Val discreetly
You’re not the only one who’s bored
There’s no time to horse around
Or for gaiety of sorts
Until we win this town
There’ll be no more water sports
I had to be very firm
For these men sure like to play
And focus on the reason
We were all crammed in this way
Achilles’ please stop shoving
There’s no room to give you more
And , Philo please wake up
For, I loath to hear you snore
The others on the beach
Have set sail, and left in mass
As I could see so very well
From a crack found in the ass
Page 11 You're Just Busting My Walls
Then just as we expected
The large Gates opened wide
And all those crazy Trojans
Came out, who were inside
Some looked upon my ass
With glee and adoration
While others sot to burn it down
Without investigation
Their highest Priest, now stepped forth
To speak the voice of reason
Don’t you see it is a "Horse"
A gift we should find pleasing
Still others shouted out, awful words
Not worth repeating
And our ass seem in some trouble
As their tempers started heating
It wasn’t long, till it began
The eclipse was right on time
It convinced the unbelievers
That my big ass was divine
They all bowed down to kiss it
It was a spectacle to see
And I’m glad I didn’t miss it
For it was, personal to me
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My men until this day
Claimed a tear, formed by my eye
And I quickly turned away
So they wouldn’t see me cry
But the moment didn’t last
As we found we were in motion
They tied ropes around my ass
And applied a slippery lotion
Now the wheels had proper grease
And the lines where taunt and tight
They started pulling on my ass
And were using all their might
We were really rolling now
As we headed for the gate
The men got so elated
That they hardly couldn’t wait
When we finally reached the gates
We had to stop a bit
Our structure was too tall
And this big ass, wouldn’t fit
But one of their members
A fricken genus, if I may
Said, lets tear down that portion
Of the wall that’s in the way
The winds hands rush through the only standing blades; already scared and weak from the
dazed brains that trampled them. And where do these wandered heads bop up and down too?
gliding through cutting wind that only pierce their skin, but the hallucinogen sounds they
make, crack their minds enough were if you were to peer in, you could view the innocence
that was once made long ago slowly growing more into fear. Why does youth yell bliss of
ignorance? Because all the little children playing gleefully on the hill, don't know under
is decomposing creatures that were once their neighbors dog, uncles cat, or teachers
lonely love bird...Yet laughter escalates with every soft felt earth, beneath those
unscathed chubby toes. But oh no, let there not be a sharp edge of unknown ready to
scalpel that young flesh; see how quickly how innocence bliss; ignorance, for not knowing
the causes of pain; turns into fear. Fear, fear, fear...to be blind could be very
comfortable or very scary. So scary that you turn to something that is not visible to your
family or yourself. Turns you, that the person that gleefully lays next to you on a towel
on a tile floor( because you didn't have enough for the bed quite yet), would rather stand
out and stare to figure more of nothing of the inner loath of self that has collapsed in
view around you. Powerful is ignorance. Ignorance is powerful. Like these heads with empty
minds that tread these hollowed darkened nights, they know that they could be surrounded
by black velvet knives, but ignorance keeps them marching. Not knowing that death could be
a strands reach, keeps them bliss....but also not knowing when will they ever return to
the drunken fathers that they left, the smoking mothers that they warned, the young lover
that they shared or the younger brother that they smacked...gives them fear. The wind will
be the only one to guide 'em, driving them slowly, caressing their hand with soft gusts,
whispering about the day might bring if they trust. And like a lady of the night
disappear; as she walks away in her seductive sway, leave them already paying her without
agreement on their behalf, but once again, they shall band. They shall ignore. And they
shall keep on walking.
You want to know what annoyeth me? Let me count the ways!
I could weave a veritable tapestry of all my aggravations, mostly in
light and deep crimson hues which signify the violence in my Heart.
Easily I could write a novel that reads like a laundry list of everything that
vex me to no fathomable End.
Pretentiousness, which is the ultimate Sin of Sins, maddens me more
than mere meager words can describe or accurately articulate. An example, perhaps?
Someone who claims to be a better poet than Shakespeare! Such heinous poetic heresy and blatant blasphemy! ONE WORD: HA!
Let's see...what else? Oh, how I loath- despise! an unannounced and
unexpected visitor, a "knock, knock" that sends shivers, like shards of glass,
down my disturbed spine. Yes, I know all about Jesus. No, I don't want to come to your church but I'll smile, be polite and friendly as I decline the invitation, then send you off on your merry way to pester someone else with your nonsense and throw your "literature" in the trash. I wish I lived in an impregnable fortress surrounded by a moat and guarded by ten-thousand Pinkerton Guards. They never sleep.
Driving, what a bedeviling task! Anyone remember the old video game "Spy Hunter" where your vehicle was equipped with bombs and lasers and such? How I wish my car had a machine gun or rocket-launcher turret to get everyone out of my way! Going too slow? KABOOM! Didn't use your turn signal? Ratta-tat-tat-tat-tat-t-a-t-t...-a...-t. So long, buster!
Bad hair-do's are ALMOST as sinful and unforgivable as pretentiousness. I cannot abide a bad hair-do. It's a good thing I'm not a socio/psychopathic autocrat or I would have anyone with an offensive coif shot on sight. When I was in school and big, poofy Aqua-Net shellac soaked , giant crunchy big bangs were all the rage, I took great delight in smashing those immense, granite-like monstrous and monumental mega-pompadours. Some of those do's were hard as bricks, like they were surrounded and protected by some kind of hair force-field. I demolished many a poof in my youth!
This diatribe is just the tip of the proverbial iceberg. I could on and on and on and on and on and on...but I'll trail off here...
*What Annoys You Contest Entry*
JustThatArchaicPoet
Written: May 13, 2025, for contest by Robert James Liguori
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On the golden steed, dreams catch flight,
In the sunny flame, rings of final sigh ignite.
A pale horse and rider fit through the haze,
Echoes of silence amid the shadow maze.
A raven melody on the burial ground,
Listen to the spooky melody where souls abound.
No sights emerge from Earth's frigid embrace,
Wind slashes across ashes in an endless chase.
However, haunting tunes excite my soul,
Your voice is an echo, drawing me whole.
Beyond life's veil, we interact with grace,
With God on our side, age shields its face.
I trek into the freezing mist in quest of light,
Mourning darkness hugs humanity tight.
Sunless days drag back dreams of the dead,
Demons sans souls laugh in mindless stead.
Focus on the raven call and pray for Earth's life,
Must humans explain everything for throe strife
Find a wayward child and follow the wild north,
Fear the black raven and adhere to the wise forth.
He spent an obedient portion of his life on Earth,
Dancing to the sound of the elderly man's mirth.
The dread felt by those who bear an oath,
In the text, he authored the screenplay for loath.
Be honest and ask them the right requests,
An outcry for liberation, a prayer for a life quest.
Despite the events, lives have come to a halt,
Ended before it started when the crowd exalt.
I hear all waking dads crying as a crow flies distort,
Life of the firstborn of mankind will be cut short.
Cruelly facing risk is the panacea for each dilemma,
As we hold in nonviolence, some are clear to edema.
Every man's heart from the dawn of time,
Having to live with seduction and crime.
Ascending in the valley of demise, shadow,
Knowing that I will bear my final air arrow.
Embrace the Valley of Death with dignity,
Despite the effects, we will act with divinity.
Join me as I lead you into the depths of death,
Yield me your soul and I will sip my last breath.
O, be honest and ask them the right requests,
An outcry for liberation, a prayer for a life quest.
Despite the events, lives have come to a halt
Ended before it started when the crowd exalt.
Every morning, an overview of death’s tombstones is perched outside my window taunting
and haunting me with the scent of a hollow kiss. The worst case is not this thing called death
but the abuse of love that my parents fill into my bruised soul, a child I am no more but I
can still remember the time I cried as one and cried and cried until the face of a frustrated
mother came to ease my pain, and her own unease mind. Disorder clouded my mind but as
a child I did not fully understand what these emotions where, for is a mother not there to
ease her Childs pains, and is a mother not there also to ease her children’s emotional pains.
I can vouch that my physical pain was eased but spiritually my emotions ran wild like a pack
of wolfs searching for the hunter who wielded with him the ax grief. I respect my parents
like any child should, and I disobey them like any child shouldn’t, but what I feel towards
them is different than disobedient and anger. It feels as if loath itself is creeping up into my
heart then into my head like the words of a woman who clouds all sense of reasoning. I
laugh but I cannot truly feel happy even when they do try to appease me in the way I want
to be appeased or so they do think for we never truly speak. I love them; I loathe them, for
I am an outcast even amongst outcasts for they say they know pain but not all pain is
physical for trauma has kissed and slept inside my heart but has it done the same in theirs
also. I shall never know for trauma has chained us into the comfort of its hellish bed and
sealed our lips like everything that is true in life. I am loath now, I am pain now, I am evil
incarnate, but I am an evil whose pain and loath seek nothing but the comfort of peace.
Every morning I wake, and an overview of death’s tombstones is perched outside my
window taunting and haunting me with the scent of a hollow kiss and I wonder when is the
day that I will fall prey under the temptation of its kiss. Death is literally around the corner
for I live by a cemetery’s condo.
* Just a story but i have put SOME of my feelings and my own life experience in there.
My scares are deep but rarely seen
My heart bleeds for the petty and the mean
In a world of beauty I see so much pain
But will show kindness time and again
I refuse to give in an be one of those that take
Instead through kindness I chose to try and wake
The souls that lost their way drowned in sorrow
Only through kindness can we make a better tomorrow
Through the grit in their eyes they see only spite
I try to wipe it away and make everything right
Motives are questioned and they begin to make fun
Because for them kindness is weakness to do be done
They find the hidden scares and rip them open wide
But I stay strong with kindness and positivity at my side
Trying to awaken the souls that are lost in hate
Showing them the beauty of the world and I wait
Hoping their eyes and heart clear from their illusion of life
That they will see they don’t have to create trouble and strife
Negative emotions are always deeper and so strong
Than the positive emotions that show it’s so wrong
So let them drag me to hell and back I will not fall
If I can open their hearts there’s a better life for them all
I sit patiently and watch doing what I can
Realising against a world of spite I am only one man
From their cocoon of self-loathing I hope they emerge
Seeing a helping hand seems to make their anger surge
Self destructive and spiteful they seem happy to be
I seem to be their object to loath but they wont change me
Happiness and caring is the heart of how I live and who I am
Trying to show the world a better way even if they don’t give a dam
Their destructive power drags me down and in their bitterness I drown
I claw myself back out and with a new skin wear my kindness like a crown
My new skin grows allowing me the protection I need
To stop the spiteful ones having their daily feed
Now I sit and wait for karma to reveal their fate
Knowing I did my best to turn them around from hate
With love and kindness I let them hit the ground
In the hope that from this they will wake and come around
Knowing for the world I have done my very best
Now its their decision to do the rest
Form:
Written: December 19, 2023
"His style has the desperate jauntiness of an orchestra fiddling away for dear life on a sinking ship. Edmund Wilson"
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With each fresh day, leaves on trees grew dry.
Stream flow had ceased in the vast waterway.
Enormous boulders collapsed to dust!
Perched on lonesome island of my life fust
I tasted the bitterness of shattered dreams.
Walls stood in my path, hindering laud gleams.
Depart from my delicate and feeble universe!
My nightmares shattered all hope, into a curse.
Departing with daunting sadness and failure.
Wallowing in self-pity, longing for a torn sailor.
I am seriously suffering through my fate!
I was startled when I heard a faint whisper sate.
Optimism is a belief that can lead to success.
Even if roses are cut, spring will still progress.
Shift focus toward kindness, not dwell on pain.
Twiddle to the glorious sky to rise once again.
There are no desperate situations, they say.
Only desperate people endure; they convey.
In the pits of anguish, hope might dwindle.
We mimic inner force to rise without a swindle.
There, within the deepest recesses of our minds.
In a land where shadows hover and dismay binds.
A faint glimmer of light starts to flicker.
We will strive for perseverance and vigor.
Who are these people, you might ask?
Ones who will fit any extent for their task.
They are those who are eager for success.
Steadfast in their quest, they never digress.
They are the skeptics, rebels, and bold.
Who is loath to be tethered by societal mold?
They overstep limits and breach walls.
Unabatedly, their tenacity never stalls.
Ready to accomplish a wide range of things.
They have no fear of spreading their wings.
No snag is too vast, or argue that is too tough.
They are keen on any cost, even if it is rough.
Grace flows, twists, turns, renewing spun gold.
Heaven's enduring doors continue to enfold.
Wistful soul is overtaken by delight scope.
Phoenix emerges from the ashes of lost hope.
What happened to us?
Now I fear you, hate you, loath you
Really want to kill you
You disgust me
Distract me
Distrust me, hate me
Really want to kill me.
Always forever
Remember forever and ever?
Marriage vows
Exchanged in glee
Baby you and me made three.
Love we made twice a day
Exciting full filling
We both have to say
Time moved on-on we went
kids happened
Deaths, birthdays
Illness, PTA and job promotions.
Travel too much
Yes you did
Warn to much
Yes I did
Now my unhappiness
From you I hid.
Pay our bills
Build that house
Need new cars
And more charge cards.
Love we made
Now once a week
Some hand jobs
But still lots of heat.
On we went, time moved on
How your money I did spent.
My appearance now
did not care
Shorter skirts I would not wear
roots came in
Dull dark grey hair.
All my love
Hot to you
Instead to our child
Ok, I admit its true.
But I remember well
Your mistress tale
This deep pain for me
Never did heal.
Time moved on- on we went
All my love frozen cold
Because you said I’m
Getting to old
Love we made
Once a month
Probably less, its hard to guess.
So divorce papers you did file
I felt free
At first
Many new possibilities!
Thought I, maybe now love
I’ll find
Greater wealth
And peace of mind.
Lies we tell
Around about
Divorce is good
This we should
Therapists and
Friends do too-
Yes divorce
Is right for you!
So time moved on, on we went
And all our money
Our attorneys spent
Love we made
Not once this year
This replaced
With grief and fear
Now I despise you, loath you
Hate you
Midnight plots
Of you to rape you.
Win I will
And win I must
For now I know
What happened to us
Our love was planted
Yet left unattended
Rot to earth
Can’t be mended.
I alone this
Garden tended.
So why of why
Did you fail to tell
No gardener are you
Our love to fell.
Our garden of love
Rot and weeds
Hate, desert
Now you sow
These seeds.
Ironic yes.
I’m afraid it’s true.
Long at last
A gardener
I’ve made of you.
Form:
I'm scared and riddled with insecurities being thrown at me by an unknown hand above.
I cut you open and instinctively say I'm sorry, I didn't mean to, but I'm scared because I did.
I knew exactly what I was doing before I did it. I usually do.
You don't know me completely and thoroughly. Maybe one day you will, but not yet.
I cut you open and slit your wrist and let the blood flow out of my own because it hurt me too.
I cried tears of triumph as they spilled over the rims of eyes filled with remorse.
I opened you up and shut you down with just the snap of the rope keeping my brain together as killer thoughts caused it to unravel.
I loath myself for allowing that to happen.
I try to be strong and keep my composure, but it's so incredibly hard when my feelings are magnified.
I ruined it all. Broke a trust. Broke the femur of a bridge's foundation linking two foreign lands together.
Maybe it wasn't that big of a deal to you.
It really shouldn't have been, but it ended up being that way.
Don't ask me why because I couldn't say.
I get scared because I can hurt you, equally scared because you can hurt me too.
I can hurt myself, and you can hurt me too.
I don't want to be in a situation like before.
I want to be loved by someone who feels the same, at the same level.
I don't want to place my heart in your hands and have it beat so fast yours can't keep up, and you just let it drop on the floor, plop, and you leave.
Would you rather be with someone else if you came across that person.
Would you rather be with the beautiful red head with a physic closer to your wildest dreams.
Would you rather be with someone with a stable mind who doesn't think these things all the time? Annoyance at its best for you I'm sure.
I don't want to feel like I'm just your best option for the time being, when I see you as a perfect being to the point where I don't want to, don't need to, search anymore.
The blinders have already been placed over me. I see no one else.
But I wish I could see what you see.
The colors of life have all run together creating a darkness, becoming a void. Attaching its self to and slowly removing every moment in life I've ever enjoyed.
I stop to smell the flowers. Only to find them left wilted by the heat. So i walk away unfulfilled, crushing thier brittle stems beneath my feet.
Forevermore the reason i turned my back and walked away. **** regret and sorrow, even if there's hell to pay! Im sick and tired of waiting while everything else remains the same, and what have i to show for patience, but misery and pain?
Im sick of this endless struggle. Im tired of holding back. I refuse to turn the other cheek, just to have it smacked. Don't shrug it off, tear it down. Let nothing stand in your way. Justification and reason both fall as you do and together the three of you may lay.
Ive grown cold like the world around me. I held a fire but its died. To keep me company in the darkness i hold on to hate and pride. I fight no more this loosing battle, I'll accept my fate. Love elludes my grasp and i no longer care to wait. There is no lesson to be learned, no grand prize to be won in the end. Life is nothing more than time, regardless of how its spent.
**** this world i want nothing from it, on the contrary i want far from it. I have nothing left to give it either, its already taken the best of me. **** this world and the people in it, let them have it and slowly kill it. I wont try to stop them either, its already done far worse to me.
I can no longer just grin and bare it, my patience is gone and heart gone with it. I wont try to find them either, they were the last of me. There once was a time i would try to save it. But that time has long passed, now i blame it. I wont look back and mourn its passing either. Not a single tear shall be shed by me.
Im just glad i didnt create it. Oh how much more would i loath and hate it? I wouldn't let the sands of time forgive it either.
The eternal flames of hell would BURN...
LIKE ME!