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When Hillary Clinton lost on election night, she went wild.
She screamed obscenities, she was like a demented child.
She started throwing objects that weren't nailed down.
Instead of accepting defeat, she acted like a clown.
On election day, Hillary and her family prematurely celebrated.
Bill jumped up and down like a school girl but when Trump won, Hillary became exceptionally irritated.
She thought that she had the Presidency in the bag, she didn't know she would fail.
Now she's screaming "RECOUNT!" even though she has a snowball's chance in hell.
Bill went on Twitter and he posted an angry Tweet.
The Clintons are sore losers, they can't handle defeat.
(This is a true poem about the Clintons behavior when Hillary lost.)
My daily drive; today through pouring rain,
Behind road fog snaking towards me from the truck ahead,
Slowly approaching the cloud-shrouded glass and metal,
Framed by downtown's bustling highways.
Graffiti on walls and overpasses define the city climate
Testimony of a divided space and time
Obscenities litter the viaducts and road signs
Racial slurs and sexual innuendos graphically apparent.
Beggars crowd each corner light.
Wheel chaired homeless; missing limbs and teeth,
Huddled beneath layers of sweaters and tattered jackets,
Mumbling into their private cyberspace of unreality.
Parking lots crowded with brown skinned men,
Waiting for one day's employment to wander by,
Speaking a language that is becoming the norm,
Twelve deep clustered in one room flats.
Sirens wail as the babies cry,
Crack head infants abandoned to a depleted system,
Children birthing children into a burdened structure,
Seams bursting in the waistcoat of mankind.
This is not what we were taught in school
Fights, mayhems, police arrests and brutalities
In the soiled streets. Compatriots, it's never cool
To see so much blood and so many fatalities.
Competing banners are everywhere. A ticker-
Tape parade has gone wrong. Terror and horror
Got together for the wrong reasons, at the wrong
Place. There are too many obscenities in the song.
I am so stunned that I don't want to say too much
The images are absolutely nefarious and repugnant
This is unbelievable. America does not deserve such
A ferocious slap in the face. This is lewd and aberrant.
Copyright © October 2020, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poetry.
Curse words are used by the educated and the ignorant without shame,
and they often appear in lyrics and movies;
what's the scope to divulge such obscenities?
On buses, trains and other public places mouths shout them with rage.
Most parents blame their kids' behavior on bad company,
they admit that if they are taught respect early, they will be the champions
that our society will praise immensely with eloquent words;
some will question, " What have they accomplished to have won a trophy? "
Speak respectfully whether you are a Moslim, Jewish or Christian;
be the model that they should highly admire and imitate by all means,
to be lenient and allow them to cuss is to offer them a venom that kills....
don't hush and let them abuse and demoralize you: fight and win!
Copyright ( c ) 2015 by Andrew Crisci
Snowflakes Escape
At the crack of dawn shots rang out
Ducks scattered at the sound
Obscenities quacked back from every beak
Hunters were not there for them
They came to capture fox
Snow fell with cartridges as hunters froze in thought
In perfect orchestration with the day and perfect aim
Focused on the games in nature
Bringing down their prey with rifles
Setting traps along the way
Men bundled in pillow white disguise
Running with their dogs and guns through narrow paths
Towering trees held green along the way
Held their ground below the mountain
Hunters settled
Looking for some warmth after the captures
Campfires blazed
Storms rolled in on bitter winds
Enter the calm
Large swirling flakes continued on the quiet
Each one avoiding warmth to hold their form
Away from creatures clad in natures white, like fox
Away from bundled men disguised in white
Snowflakes made their escape into the silence
"Plumage"
We are the iridescent gems
kicked like rubble
gifts to give
we walk souls
in dead bodies
all colours, plumage to be free
accepted our truth,
is shunned by the better ones
we are viewed obscenities
integrity takes courage
honesty by the beautiful ones
broken down by frowning whispers
bits of us shine
put together again macrami shame
hung around our necks
we are
a puzzle
considered feigned
by the holier than thous
discouraged
we are love that is hidden, pain
Love is Love
Life is Life
inside comes out
eventually
different coloured feathers
freely given flight
brighter than ordinary
what is expected tries
so many times, tears cry
windows open
credence to be seen
uncovered jewels that glisten
soulfully divine
in Divinity’s eyes
Heaven listens
(LadyLabyrinth/ 2021)
“The Village” / Wrabel
https://youtu.be/tilsrO-3gcQ
"Whispering that same prayer
half a million times
It's a lie, though
buried in disciples
One page of the Bible
isn't worth a life
There's something wrong
in the village,
In the village..."
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/LGBT_rights_in_Australia
https://humanrights.gov.au/our-work/education/face-facts-lesbian-gay-bisexual-trans-and-intersex-people
https://www.beyondblue.org.au/who-does-it-affect/lesbian-gay-bi-trans-and-intersex-lgbti-people
https://www.cfr.org/article/changing-landscape-global-lgbtq-rights
https://ilga.org/about-us
LYRICS/ The Village, by Wrabel
https://genius.com/Wrabel-the-village-lyrics
Does an eager hand feel a throbbing heartbeat truly divine
making a lover's promise under a swaying, balmy pine?
Why look at blinking stars that aren't amazingly crystalline?
Isn't your wish another dream sparkling with starshine?
Cross those hands and embody the fidelity of a Caroline,
mix reality with dreams and all failures to divide dwine;
think how sweet was the fleeting kiss of that young Roseline,
her body was seductive, but her mouth was a real landmine.
Brides seem happy when their mates play Frankenstein,
but their jealousy hushes the faint voice of a thirty-nine
old girl on the other line shouting obscenities at Evangeline;
most wives won't excuse their husbands with a witty punchline!
Affairs don't last when commitment is shunned after drinking a strong wine,
a drunken person can't make a distinction between a dog and a feline;
here comes Kataline with her rolling pin with the angry look of a Delphyne:
" You've sworn your fidelity to me, not to a tramp you've found on Loveline! "
I fell down the rabbit hole and was shocked when I saw
The old vial with the faded label that said “lah dee dah dah”
Eat me or drink me, but good luck, you little creep.
Because I am up here, and you are down there so deep.
So this was Alice’s place, where her adventure had begun.
I thought it was going to be delightful, a whole bunch of fun.
I heard a door click and I knew I was locked into this place.
My chin began to quiver, and my heart started to race.
It is moldy and musty and smells like last month’s limburger cheese.
I knew immediately I had hit my head hard, and could not do what I please.
I struggled to get up on that table with the vial that was so far away.
Get real! Yelled a voice. Open the door, idiot, if you are going to stay!
I opened the door and the Mad Hatter’s tea part was going on strong.
He was yelling obscenities at Dweedle Dew and Dweedle You, this was wrong.
Is this Alice’s hole? I asked and there was ridiculous loud laughter from the throng.
The queen of hearts bent over and let me get a good peek at her thong.
I am in hell I thought, not Carroll’s dream or adventure book at all.
They were crazy here. I agree said the Cheshire Cat who was big and tall.
So get out of this dream, just open your eyes, and go quickly away.
But then they began to play scrabble, so I decided to stay.
You stood in the dock when the guilty verdict was read out …
Just a spotty youth with a cocky look in your eyes
Now sentenced to five years in prison, I hope you rot in hell!
The defence team tried to make out that YOU were the victim
You had drug and alcohol issues, which catapulted you into a life of crime
I had to sit there and hear about your past
Was I supposed to feel sorry for you?
What about me, the real victim…
You’d entered my house, hell bent on stealing what little I had
I handed over my widow's pension but you weren’t satisfied
Demanding more, you began shouting obscenities at me
You started trashing my house trying to find my jewellery
High on drugs - you were like a wild animal
Your fists rained down like bullets … you beat me senseless
My daughter found me unconscious, lying in a pool of blood
I spent weeks in hospital
Now I’m terrified of being on my own and have moved in with my daughter
I couldn’t go back into the house I so loved
You will be out of prison in a few years…
I have a life sentence
Through their eyes 2 – Sponsored by Shadow Hamilton
08~12~16
Is karma, fate, or even healthy food
the secret to my longevity?
I'm totally, or partly convinced
of these enough to obsess me;
I owe myself for the care I take of myself,
to whom should I be grateful...
if not to the Eternal God
who has seen in me no greed, envy, or bluff!
I can rest assured that no harm will come to me,
giving concrete credence to His existence and dispute
the illusory credibility that others impose on me;
my integrity remains intact, I don't turn into a brute!
I'm driven by faith the way a chariot is driven by horses
that won't halt unless an imminent danger looms ahead;
the angelic realm is very real: I was spared numerous times,
I felt angels' arms pick me up safely and my body was shielded!
To whom should I be grateful,
if not to the Eternal God
who has been my armor and shield,
when menacing mouths shouted threats and obscenities;
and tried to inflict pain and sling spears...
ah, they failed because I had the same strategy as Saul!