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I got fired
For being awarded Most Desired
The truth got liared
I got tired by the fact that you are wired
A different way than me
Why can't they clearly see
That I'll make a difference in this world of labels?
This world is like a wifi that has been running on a ticking bomb of jacked up cables
Going thru a relapse of suicidal thots before and after
I hand you flowers of forgive-me-please after a disaster
After a rainstorm comes a rainbow of radiance,
A tragedy in reverse...a miracle cure, a prance dance - enhance my joy with Royal elegance
Loyal me up as soon as I give in to my old ways (that's what's up)
Cuz I've been unfaithful...mhm, truth sincerely hurts
To You, him, and her and I feel like giving up...I'm a filthy cup in the dishwasher, but I will be a spic-and-span cup (it shocks me to know many have given up so easily...I'm a whimpering pup)
I've been acting ungrateful...I'm inside out shirts...
I'm in my doom-gloom dorm,
Keeping warm through it all...I've crashed due to an epic fall or an accidental fantastic fail
I'm an weird, empty Earth worm
Seeping through the wooden floors that are as tough as a well-built wall...you're a tough trail to tread...I'm a message never sent by mail
Got crazy
A lil lazy
Got naturally hazy
Off of hyper wild-child
Inside me - so not mild
For a while, my mind has been piled
With nonsensical, fickle desire of my elevating empire
I am home with my cheesy nachos on my lap while singing "Girl on Fire"
I'm higher than the clouds cuz I'm high off of laughter and bliss...something I cherish and admire
It's cool to be real
It's not legit to be fake
Ah yeah, it's not a big deal
Hit the brake for my sake
Regret nothing
Quit that fussing
You're my everything
Carry on, do your thang
Off you trot
Don't let me Rot
On the spotlight...
Tonight...despite your black and white ways of sparkling spite and under-your-spell might that shines so bright and it's wrong when it's right
I'm a kid without his kite
Stab me with love-me-not loathe - I can take it without throwing a childish fit with a mature kit with freezing fire foolwit
I'm sorry - I feel like shite
I know I broke the friendship oath - I still luv u a bit, I must admit
"Referencing an old poetic imagism sort of poem I wrote some four years ago--almost to the day---wherein lies a paradox," ... by The Poet.
MIRROR, MIRROR
I was in a room,
there, I saw a mirror,
and then I saw him,
I told him to get out,
and he did,
and he took the mirror,
and I was no more.
--The End--
Part III of what ascribed
was written four years ago
these were words, phrases
loose ends scattered about
to be used for that created
poem that resulted in that
"Mirror Mirror" of which none
of those extraneous "Helter
Skelter" <--(minus this aspect
for the religious reflection) do
not exist anywhere on Mirror. All
hanging, brought together--not
yesterday, again, I reiterate, not
too long ago, loose words of four
years ago brought together with
a minute few added to make sense
of it--and voila, the consequence.
Hence, I am
the last of four bloodlines
all these words I've consign
to benefit others, and be wary
of the slightest that you do,
you turn left--a car accident to
the right, you don't go to work--
there's an office with fatalities.
For me, I'm resigned
to this paradigm
of mine
four years
nonsensical
... hoping it stays so, now that I know.
Assailed, maligned, hounded and betrayed
And all for why, simply for the game I played,
My aim to win but of course the lefties don't agree,
Their views alone are all they ever want to see.
Control and power their only final goal,
That's why I say it was they that really stole
All those elections across our glorious land,
They and the Media, such a sordid little band.
But that didn’t suffice, so why not start an inquisition,
From which to shout their nonsensical position,
Naming me for causing all that mayhem,
Their fear so clear, but can you truly blame them.
Little they know their knife is blunt and brittle,
Their constant jabs hurting me so little,
Look at the polls, Americans know better,
A few drops may hit but I assure you they'll get wetter.
As they saying goes 'What doesn't kill me makes me stronger'
In Biden’s state he won’t go that much longer,
And then Kamala, do you really want that Dame
Sitting in the White House when all she wants is fame?
Let them try for what possibly might stick,
Not recalling that my tongue is equal to my kick,
If you don't believe it just listen every day,
For their only news is everything I say.
The media froths at every twist and turn,
The stake well-lit awaiting me to burn,
And yet I soar above their shrill and deranged noise,
Watching them cringe is one of life's unending joys.
As everyone knows, the moon is really hollow,
inside that satellite is a matrix projecting engine
of great power.
It has created our reality on earth since
they found the aliens in Roswell
and now it's all hush hush.
Once they tried to convince us that the moon
was made of blue cheese, but its Cheddar,
strong cheddar!
Don't ever be fooled by facts,
they are not our 'facts'
they are nonsensical theories,
lullaby's used to drug our minds
to the real facts that are so obvious
we have become blind to them.
The world really is flat - where do you think
all the dead people go? They fall off the edge
of a cheese cracker, yes
crackers, and this world we know
is merely a snack between now
and infinity.
Check your fridge
the cream cheese disappears late at night
when the digital white mice
raid your stuff.
Open your eyes!
Don't tell me the President is not a Hologram.
I am a philosopher
Of great mental acumen
I like to blow my own trumpet
As nobody seems to mention
While enlightening people
Of all hues, I think not twice
Morning to noon and noon to night
I love when people seek advice
Questions myriad on one's
life, future, and future wife
If their foreseen future is bad
Will better halves manage their life
Questions keep getting sillier
Till they get nonsensical
My thoughts are philosophical
But my answers turn whimsical
I love work, people love me
Results don't count, it's a game
All goes well the credit is mine
Nothing goes well, they get the blame
It's late gotta close my shop
Need food and a good night's sleep
'Morrow will be a busy day
So expect not I will come cheap
She__wearing a shroud of depression
Left each visitor with gloomy feelings
Which they then carried away in succession
In all their life, never having such dealings
She was withdrawn, grim, and gloomy
Born with a melancholy personality
Then her mother died leaving her life roomy
For the pit of depression to swallow her in totality
Wistful thinking could not draw her into a good mood
Nor any action the staff had performed so far
Each word she said was totally rude
Then someone came up with the bazaar
A trip to the space station could do the trick
Out where her life would come into perspective
Where she could see earth and life click
Just what was needed to be a mood corrective
All in all I must say, life has trouble
If on earth you cannot win, space has a Hubbell
Just for fun/ silly/ nonsensical
Date written: 05/08/23
Contest: Eight Word Challenge
Sponsor: Emile Pinet
Words used in order used: shroud, depression, gloomy, feelings, withdrawn, grim, gloomy, melancholy, depression,wistful
Exceptionally average
on every known scale
My life story’s such
a nonsensical tale
Striving for apathy
with passionate zeal
all of my flaws
I boldly conceal
I loudly proclaim
my feelings to none
and when there is trouble
bravely I run
No coward am I
unless there’s a need
and quickly I set forth
to slowly proceed
My virtues are many
just see how they rhyme
I’ll get to my bad points
at some other time
Not easily frightened
when already scared
And I shall go on
as if anyone cared
With scissors in hand
I cut my own lawn
I worked through the night
and straight up to Dawn
But Dawn couldn’t stand it
and packed all her things
and unicycled down
the road to Palm Springs
There’s just one more item
I almost forgot
that’s very important
until it is not
I hereby declare
before I should die
that my favorite cake
is blueberry pie
© Mike Wise
1/8/19
AMERICA NEEDS AN INTELLECTUAL GANGSTER AT THE CONTROLS
His father, and his rogue friends were keeping him a
Float. He is a sucker and a lame for
Russia and Putin can sink his boat,
His goofy American followers. Don’t know doo-doo.
Democrats are baffled, and so is his wife...
Good america needs a gangster granny in their life.
Fight fire with fire stop being so nice.
You can’t put your kitten in a dog fight.
Americans,are in a gunfight and brought a knife .
They give you nonsensical riddles and watch
you try n make sense out nonsense.
First, if the gig was rigged it means he’s illegit,
so your goofballs let him sit.!?!!
Only one-side is playing by the rules.
Yall talking bobbleheads are yapping,
When you should be GANGSTA RAPPIN’.
Sometime you have send for that retired
''UNCLE’’from the hood- the hood law-LAWYER,
to be understood.
HOODLUM CUM LAUDY.
NO MORE MR. N MISSES NICE GUY.
American’s, you need an OG ,in your life.
Stop WORSHIPPING the one ...that rhymes with ditch,
that you think is rich,
who’ll not throw you a bone.
KEEP'N you distracted til ’
America’s gains are gone.
SEE IT CLEARLY, OR MERELY CLEAR,
We need our OGs at the control or;
WATCH AMERICA DISAPPEARED.
Quiet quibbles with silence and hushed wind’s quackery.
Have nonsensical need for an ice cold daiquiri.
Chicanery of leafy season, coursing slowly,
before its blustery countermand uplifts wholly.
Monotonous quarrel needs a quaff of arctic air,
an unquestioning brisk of maple burning its flare,
Like brandy, in quiescent afterglow’s flirtation,
ho hum’s quadrant equips me for intoxication.
I’ll not be a crone, with quaking bones, beneath a pad
of sunset quilt. I’ll be cold. I’ll brave it. I’ll go mad
with cacophonous joy, kick the crispy depth of leaves.
Removal of sequacious grin. Broad smile Fall retrieves.
Jabberwocky, unknown talk for vogon,
Thingamajig, a comparable jargon,
If you get confused
When it has been used
Don't be afraid to conjure the Gorgon.
1. Jabberwocky is a nonsensical poem written by Lewis Carroll about the killing of a ferocious creature named "the Jabberwock".
2. Vogon is a fictional alien who comes from the planet Vogsphere to tear down the Earth to build an intergalactic highway express route in its place.
3. Thingamajig something that is hard to classify
4. Jargon special words or expressions that are used by a particular profession or group and are difficult for others to understand
5. Gorgon Greek mythology three sisters, Stheno, Euryale, and Medusa, with snakes for hair, who had the power to turn anyone who looked at them to stone, a repulsive woman.
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