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For those residents in MAGAville,
That can't seem to pull their heads out of Trumps' ass.
Take a minute away from those affectionate kisses, and
For that moment, you might not be without class.
I know it must be difficult for you,
To honestly think and even act for yourself.
But what the hell, take a break from your ignorance,
And raise your mind above that bottom shelf.
Maybe then you can show some independence,
Since you don't always have to follow the crowd.
While those keepers of oaths and stupidity,
Can look elsewhere to make their boys proud.
Because honestly, you've been missing the boat of reality,
While sailing on a junket to an island of fantasy.
And pardon me against all truth that's social,
But that gibberish is quite simply, lunacy!
So stand tall, pull your big-boy pants on,
Take a deep breath, then swallow hard.
Take a look in the mirror with clear eyes,
Find the truth behind the lies, and what remains is a canard.
She is a Battle Babe
make you mouth her as a FAV. ,
all her work an automatic save, a rage'n rave,
getcha cravin the ultimate poetic shave
makin demons a quick grave and enticin angels to misbehave,
She's a Battle Babe, no chance her style fades, she got genius in spades,
covert clout leavin you shamed with sheer doubt, livin to learn her upshot ways,
offend ya with a biting wit, pen ya witha whip whetted on the blood of your best days,
love ya like a lionized legionare, waste ya like a puny prisoner pinned against her spiked legs,
wicked wrath and affectionate genuflection the perfection of the Battle Babe's barbarous pathways,
the Patron Poetess of the Lady Ink Crew not fearin you, not hatin you,
she's just beatin every ounce of you
You say she's crazy, lazy and hastey
some sort of Prima Donna in distress lost in lunacy pastey,
but this is simply a rumor reflected from your own filthy and phony majesty,
she prepares for battle settled and seasoned
like a lioness in love with the last hour of hunger
quiet and confident, instincts infallible in Society's saddistic scramble,
pupils green aglow, piercing the pale lies of this business' infatuation with profit's ramble,
the salt of twilight stings her senses, your stunted reaction she will savor
thoughts of your company falling from her K-9's kill of what was once friendship once reasoned,
she will annihilate facts in the false traffic of your tabulated fantasy,
she will destroy you for assuming truth in sunshine made from touted travesty -
J.A.B.
Love is
Label Labor Labyrinth
Lacking Lagging Lame Lamenting
Large Lasting Late Lazy Leading Learning
Letdown Lethal Less Lewd Liberating
Lie Life Limited Lingering Literal
Literal Lively Livid Logical
Lonely Long Lord Loss
Loyal Luck Lunacy
Luring Lust
Love is many differnt things to people!
I’m rapt, yet sad those times I see
that boy who means the world to me.
When he walks in, I cannot take
my eyes off him, nor can I break
the spell he weaves so seamlessly!
How can I ever be set free
from eyes as azure as the sea?
I’m dreaming, yet I dream awake
I’m rapt, yet sad.
With him I’d know felicity.
However, it is lunacy
to think that I could ever make
him mine! My heart will ever ache,
for he’s with HER, so it can't be!
I'm rapt, yet sad.
June 29, 2017 for the Form R Contest of Broken Wings
My choice of words: #2 Rapt. Poetry form choice: Rondeau
Throughout the history of human kind spirituality
has been the vehicle that leads us to a new modality
As breath is linked to life, it is the transient carnality
of the spirit, the one forever flow of wholesome chi
To breathe is to live, to live is to exist with extensity
born to take our first breath with lung flexibility,
we learn to appreciate our duration and existentiality
as we be breathed and speeded, into infancy
We live and have our moments in expectancy
honoring each other with loyalty and compliancy
The breath is the life and the life our determinacy
to exist, in a world of utter lunacy and discrepancy .
August 16, 2021
Form Used: Rhyme Royale
The breeze passed through me as I held a dream for you,
The constant chill reminded me of our last goodbye,
I felt a release of energy as I recall your eyes so blue,
Now is the night in which acceptance I shall try.
The constant chill reminded me of our last goodbye,
Forever I am bound to the memory of death’s air,
Now is the night in which acceptance I shall try,
Maybe I’ll relinquish all the blackness of despair.
Forever I am bound to the memory of death’s air,
Is it whispers of your soft voice in which I hear?
Maybe I’ll relinquish all the blackness of despair,
Throw out all the lunacy full of fury and fear.
Is it whispers of your soft voice in which I hear?
Can you taste my tears when kissed in my dreams?
Throw out all the lunacy full of fury and fear,
Erase my poor memories and flashes of screams.
Can you taste my tears when kissed in my dreams?
Oh, death isn’t fair when it’s done tragically,
Erase my poor memories and flashes of screams,
Maybe bring back your spirit, my love...magically.
Oh, death isn’t fair when it’s done tragically,
The scent of your smile lingers when I close my eyes,
Maybe bring back your spirit, my love...magically,
Wake up a new woman, you with me, as a surprise.
The scent of your smile lingers when I close my eyes,
I felt a release of energy as I recall your eyes so blue,
Wake up a new woman, you with me, as a surprise,
The breeze passed through me as I held a dream for you.
Date Written: June 8, 2016
The champions of flatness,
stand alongside the rotating lunacy,
assert to protect the earth’s edges
from the domination of roundness.
They congregate paradoxically in rings,
proclaim that the curvature is a delusion,
gravity is a hearsay in critical conspiracy
of circular minds caged within a sphere.
The horizon stretches along horizontal line,
marks the perimeter of the planar world,
beyond which the clouds disappear into abyss,
the basin holding the contained oceans.
At the frozen fringes of the flat atlas
lies the great ring of the ice walls,
the boundary keeping the world from falling
into the celestial silent nothingness.
"I'm hearing images, I'm seeing songs no poet has ever painted
Voices call out to me, straight to my heart"
Cold, emotionless, and her nature, defiant
Hard to connect with as well as unreliant
A boarding school for outcasts such as Wednesday
Revenge for brother, brings on her sinister way
Dysfunctional families—ivory towers make wagers
Enrolled are lost souls and morbid teenagers
Like Arkham Asylum, a long and brutal history
Medieval mayhem come to life again in her story
Nevermore Island, Romania’s Nevermore Academy
Unconventional practices become their enemy
Designed for students with extreme personalities
Who don’t think their practices convey abnormalities
Is an all American coming-of-age supernatural
Tangled in spider silk or it’s web, which is factual?
And there it is the unscrupulous psycho-therapist
A principal’s shapeshifter and her sorceress rapist
Forcing thoughts back into some semblance of order
Werewolves, vampires, gorgons, and sirens who boarder
Are the architectural texts with applications ubiquitous
And the requisite archaic desperate mass exodus
Dark long tresses, paints it black in gothic dresses
Many who are romantic interests she addresses
Rises to an ovation with a most clever shadow dance
Sanity, reason, balance, rationality, and much arrogance
Behind the smiling facade of normality where lie derelicts
There lurks a psychopathic serial killer, and other convicts
Beyond their control, declined their world of decadence
Insanity, lunacy, madness, the outcasts show no evidence
Highly severe psychological and physical illnesses?
Or real paranormal abominations and alien devises
Guiding her are messages from the beyond with passion
Her lecture combined intellectual lucidity and compassion
There are waves in the air and also in my empty room
Amid the dance in the veins, looming up an aching gloom
I toss and turn in sleepless night of sparkling stars in sky
Starlight in the passionate March wind, I miss your perfume
Hidden behind all others, you call me enchantingly
I am electrified and to no end, should I presume?
Like the ocean are your eyes leading me to lunacy
You look lovely as you walk in the cap of coloured plume
I’ll wait for you my darling looking at the full moon night
I’ll go down holding your face at the time of ending doom
Until the end let me look at your eyes from my bare room
The deep azure eyes are sort of balm for my aching gloom
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March 14, 2016
Syllables: 14 in each line: 6 couplets, 12 lines: Total syllables 168
Checked at: www.howmanysyllables.com
Written: September 29, 2023
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In this brazen society, lunacy thrives.
In an era led by narcissism, no one lives.
Covetousness and desultoriness sit on the throne.
While sympathy and devotion are left alone.
We become absorbed in the anarchy of life.
Consumed with the desire to rule and strife.
But in our fervent pursuit of power and gain,
We lose sight of all that keeps us sane.
As an inferno that destroys all in its path.
Our thoughtless behavior fuels a fiery wrath.
Without guilt, we sever ties and ruin hearts.
Spreading a trail of despondency in its darts.
In this frenzied dash for fortune and fame,
We dump those we stomp on in shame.
What do we gain from this ravenous hunger?
A brief rush of pleasure followed by wonder
Is this the reason for our existence?
To sustain our pride with such resilience?
However, an inner voice murmurs quietly.
Alerting us to the real splendor we foresee
When we let go of our greed and vanity,
When we embrace love and humanity.
In the finale, what do we truly need?
Is it riches and power, or passion, indeed?
To find true happiness, we must learn to give.
To show compassion and learn to forgive.
The vanishing sanity can be restored.
If we select to let pass off what we hoard,
So let us extinguish the burning flame.
That feeds our selfishness and vanity claims.
And let empathy and kindness guide our way.
To create a world where sanity can stay.
For in this cruel world, we have the power,
To pick love over greed every hour.
Let's build bridges and mend shattered hearts.
And heal the wounds caused by our darts.