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America Needs a Reprieve

Posted on Christmas Eve, happy cuz Trump soon leaves
America finally gets a reprieve from the lies he weaves
Well, pardon ME if you disagree, but he's one and done
He's been pardoning crooks, murderers, daughter & son
giving the phrase, "Who let the dogs out?"  the answer
It's the narcissist who infected the country with cancer

It's time for a celebration and Happy New Year to cheer
A new President will reside in the White House next year 
Trump will have to vacate his throne. It's been conferred.
No fraud took place or election rigging. That was absurd! 
Joe Biden will be moving into 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue
Uniting our country without Trump's drama and ballyhoo

What a poor example he's been as a leader; head of state
America was better off before he said he'd make it great.
Move along with your counterfeit tan and puckered mouth
Take your cocky kids with you as you putt your way South.
Let's hope once he's gone, out great nation will soon heal
with a commander who can keep our ship on an even keel

"Trump's descended into madness," "He's lost his mind"
Recent headlines that his supporters will claim are unkind
but considering the mess he's made of many vital issues,
the only sympathy I can offer them is a box of tissues
The oval office will need steam cleaning and fumigation
No portrait of him to hang. Let him take that to litigation!

It's reported Trump is headed South, to his Florida estate
His new slogan, just released: "Trump 2024 ~ DONATE!"
He's spent more time golfing than acting like a President
His Mar-a-Lago neighbors don't want him as a resident!
The worst possible fraud committed in the last four years
is the fake role he played, condoned by Republican peers

It won't be smooth waters for a while because of the scum
he's left behind; that shameful man, that do-nothing bum
America has been stumbled from each inept Trump blunder
pitting brother against brother; he's ravaged us all asunder
He once said the world was laughing at our great nation
The truth is they laugh at him; a presidential abomination
Form: Rhyme


Premium Member The Narcissist

Steely eyed long and lean
Manscaped and squeaky clean
Ambitious with tunnel vision
Never made a wrong decision

Strong willed and never weak
Not afraid to stomp the meek
All the ladders that I climb
I do it better every time

The alpha male in the crowd
When I speak I'm talking loud
A lady killer through and through
I bed them all two by two

Piss me off then watch your back
You'll never see my planned attack
You're bleeding from my first assault
If you go down it's not my fault

Test my will you're gonna lose
Not a soul can fill my shoes
An Angel right before your eyes
A Devil in a dark disguise

King for life I'm here to tell
The rest of you can go to Hell
A Narcissist can't you see
No one gets the best of me
Form: Rhyme

Dreamer, Look At Reality

Dreamer, look at reality...
put all dreams away;
trying to convince me
is speaking to walls:
no, don't annoy me! 

If your wish is too unrealistic,
I assume you're a narcissist;
now, get off that cloud nine,
or you won't share my wine! 

Dreamer, look at reality...
taste disappointment
and some bitterness;
we spent wild nights,
drowned in kisses,
burned with passion,
loved the insanity!
Lust wasn't devotion, 
it put love to the test!

I do as I wish, because no tricks
or false promises can restore trust;
no tears can move me to allow breaks:
it'd be best to leave to avoid the worst!

Dreamer, look at reality...
fate in not in your favor,
you show bad behavior;
I don't give in so easily!
Form: Lyric

Premium Member A Picasso President

I have claimed to be apolitical but there are times 
when the crop is ready for harvesting, so I put fuel 
in the John Deere, ink in my pen and wrote...


He'll get millions of votes for that nicked ear
The vengeful narcissist people should fear
Picasso President
With malicious intent
He should be given the famous Bronx Cheer!

It looks like the graffiti on the wall
Four more years and America will fall
Trump will blow his own horn
Guilty of loving p.o.r.n.
And the rape of all the women he's mauled

There's another Trump, Junior's daughter, Kai
Brought a tear or two to dear grandpa's eye
It was her intention
During the convention
To convince people that he's a good guy

Melania was there but just for show
Since he paid off Stormy... well uh, you know
She has kept her distance
Abhors his existence
She can't be with him since he's had a ho

His Trumpeters may be humbled one day
Those who will vote for him and have their say
Those who are so headstrong
Thinking he's done no wrong
The beast who led America astray

He hasn't made the US great again
He's torn the nation apart... friend from friend
Time will tell the story
But there'll be no glory
Picasso President is no Godsend.

Trump toadies must be in a state of bliss
When his venom spews like a snake, hiss, hiss
They praise the dictator
The alienator
His villainy too baleful to dismiss

I've never liked saying, "I told you so"
But D J Trump is a jerk and a schmo
He's a divisor of men
When he's elected again
His tyranny will reign like a deathblow

I've read a few posts about Trump and yet
Not one comment did I write to upset
Another poet's view
I expect that from you
Without hostility or epithet
© Lin Lane  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Limerick

Premium Member Spirit Brightness Rising

Spirit light gleams upward the same as a sunbeam,
Limbs lifted in praise as dark succumbs to light,
The splendid burden of glazed sheets, as we resume,
Dissolving bitterness induces serenity and blight.

Limbs lifted in praise as dark succumbs to light,
Swap you up in lovely ecstasy and glorious bliss,
Dissolving bitterness induces serenity and blight,
Stage of life's grip on the concept is a weakness.

Swap you up in lovely ecstasy and glorious bliss,
No spot survives, and all-outer turmoils expire,
Stage of life's grip on the concept is a weakness,
Everyone in this wood is thrilled around the fire.

No spot survives, and all-outer turmoils expire,
We adore the moral realm and board a vast void,
Everyone in this wood is thrilled around the fire,
An impressive narcissist with a heavenly enjoyed.

We adore the moral realm and live in a vast void,
The splendid burden of glazed sheets, as we resume,
An impressive narcissist with a heavenly enjoyed,
Spirit light gleams upward the same as a sunbeam. 

Written: May 24, 2022
© Sotto Poet  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Pantoum


Right back where I found you

You wanted your world to change
You wanted a life with a family 
Somewhere you could feel safe
Feel the love you so dearly desired 

In your mind you felt that this family 
Could replace the one you had lost 
You wanted a child to show to the world
The loving parent you wanted to be 

Experiences in life develop our minds
Our values are locked in and fixed
In your situation this didn't start well
And a narcissist was born and bred 

What this meant for the world was no empathy
You would take whatever you wanted 
Prison life only further detached you
From societies norms and conditions 

When I first met you that evening 
I felt I could give you that life
The one that you chased and repeatedly lost
With the patience and love that I gave 

The process was gruelling with little reward
Like trying to tame a wild animal
Things would be calm for a period of time 
Then my heart and my home would be savaged 

It took a long time to realise that this never would work 
For try as you might and hope as he did
A lion can never be a domesticated cat
Their brain is hardwired to kill prey

The final blow was life changing 
We'd come to the end of the line
Now you're right back where I found you
The only place you'll ever be

Two Types of Idiots

The first type are vulgars.
They think they are different from others.
They are pretty disrespectful.
They think not, but their humour is dreadful.
They are narcissist, who are so full of themselves.
They live in a blur of media,ans think they are superior than everybody else.
They badmouth their friends behind their back.
They want to be accepted and that's their lack.

The second type are the purest and most innocent soups on the earth.
First of all, your act is absurd.
What's the point of pretending to be nice?
I bet this masquerade will cost a heavy price.
Do you think sacrificing makes you look cool?
Let me make this clear, you're just a stupid fool.
You think this is how you were born?
Darling, you're completely wrong.

These were the two types of idiots.
They think their reality is too hideous.
Of course it is, but not as their fake personality.
Stop trying to fit in, and don't hide your bad qualities.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member A Weird Woman

she pips in fear for lateness like her peers,

hauteur cloaked with reticence,

her-boo-boo-vague, though walled around and palpable

official Narcissist disguised in rude affronts

Bravado of naughtiness in candor yet tacit

 

“Free me free me”, rants in melancholy

as  ignorance upsets sorts of sort

Insensibility of differentiate as angels often tastes the gall

By routines of cataract long glare

Sends nostalgia down their spines

 

Though forgetting the milk and candies of supposed rivals

Doubling as friends in conning angst beggarly in their nature

Nagging and ganging a gang of gossipers

Finding Mutual grounds for their victims

Causing higgledy where there exist no war

 

For a suspected compromise of morals

Or a hunting taint of a past paints on Z walls

Where decorum is not a schoolmaster

As official time wastes in visits to motels at un-break break time

With holy bible at desk view to mask hypocrisy

 

First venerable “Etis” Migrants tasted buds of vinegary as noised by witnessing chauffeur

And guilt cautioned not her thigh with avalanche of showy attire of a seductress

advertorials of “buried innocence”jagged in curved carbuncle front and back

Banging shoes in unending visits secreted in kitchen

 

 double faced, loud calls to clients for managerial gratitude

as empty office fill vacuums of fast quickie (sharp-shap) appointments arranged or rearranged

Ill mannered, bad tempered not marriageable, never listen, never patient making enemies

Commandeering, verbose, self-conceited, presumptuous, stout and arrogant
Form:

Premium Member Humpty Dumpty

Humpty Dumpty was in fact a selfish king. A narcissist with a harem of women, many who were under the age of sixteen. He was quite large and disfigured, due to his royal ancestors marrying siblings to preserve their blood.  His mum was also his aunt and his dad was also his uncle in relation. He was a hunchback and could hardly walk.  He was bold and had a pale complexion with a very small neck and drooping cheeks.  He spoke with a lisp and stuttered, always dribbling.  He was very cruel and treated his servants very bad.  One small mistake like too much sugar in his tea would result in having their heads chopped off.  Despite having many wives, he was unable to have children, so he executed six of his sisters, but one remained.  Was she the one who pushed him?

King Humpty Dumpty
was a bit of a prat.
A narcissist numpty,
really ugly and fat.
An evil psychopath,
who loved a good bloodbath.
Those afraid of his wrath,
would stay clear from his path.
He was such a rotten egg -
put a foot wrong and you're dead.
Loved to see his servants beg,
all he gave them was some bread.
Unable to have a kid.
He was empty down below.
All fun he would forbid,
or a tantrum we would throw.
His mum felt so much shame,
his behaviour was insane.
In dishonouring their name,
she wanted to end his reign.
Murdered six of his siblings,
but failed to kill the last one.
She was sick of his quibblings,
so she went on the run.
Humpty was a bit small,
servants had to move him around.
Loved to sit on that wall,
to watch kids in the playground,
but no witness would tell,
about that fateful day,
when he stumbled and fell,
nothing - no one would say.
Now Humpty did not die,
but the damage was severe.
He couldn't speak nor cry,
braindead he would appear.
His sister now returned,
to rule the land as queen.
With all the lessons learned,
she promised to never be obscene.
© Silent One  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme

Cost of Zionism

The whole world
is being sacrificed
by Israel and America
in the war of choice on Iran.

Why should Israel
decide the future
of the world?

Israel has become
a burden
on the conscience
of the world.

Israel has become
the narcissist
of the world.

Today,
the world is in pain
because of Israel.

To Israel,
genocide is called
self-defense.

Land theft
is called going home.

And those
who speak against genocide
are called antisemitic.

The world is moving
into recession
because of war
and instability.

Fuel prices
are skyrocketing.

Food prices
grow higher every day.

And the poor
suffer the most.

Israel has become
a calamity
to humanity.

Its appetite
for evil
has become greater
than its desire
to do good.

But Israel,
tell me this—

After the war,
who will you become
when much of the world
looks upon you
with hatred?

For power alone
cannot protect
the soul
of a nation.

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