Long Proles Poems

Midtone grey surrounds what’s left of a man’s soul
Scenes of biblical abominations troll
Inky are the hellish horizons appalled 
An okay is needed for anything at all 
Manipulating truth determines your life
Erasing individuality is part of...

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Come join the unraveling circus
quite soon to be passing our way,
with the clowns in a clamor to twerk us -
line up as they lead us astray!

Arriving, the elephant trumpets
agendas of aberrant acts
while the donkeys drool,...

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Tandoori or Tangerine Tan?

Mister rich lister Blister

Sinister Mandarin Minister


Sin..Spin & Chagrin Talisman

Jaundice scrotum prejudice totem

Podium pandemonium
 
Needs Imodium...feeds Opprobrium 

As this git did his bit 

To ensure the sh*t hit the fan



Satsuma Tumour

Sense of Humour?

That...

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We see them sitting in towers
carved from ‘learned’ ivory,
insulated by their tenure
from the world of reality,
poisoning their students minds,
putting bad ideas in their heads,
the kind that in a century
left one hundred million souls dead.
They know...

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Written: June 08, 2025, contest Sponsored by: Anoucheka Gangabissoon.

Quote "Raise your words, not your voice. It is rain that grows flowers, not thunder." By RUMI

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Which way leads to the 
land of green white 
green?
Which way are we 
heading?
   A country the wicked 
bears the rulership, and 
the people sighing 
continuously.
   A terrible thing sprouts 
beneath...

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Mr Dennis...grimace..what the Dickens is going on...the menace 

Inevitability of a celebrity on every terrace at the tennis..

The profanity and insanity of rampant vanity..

The gist..a D list tryst to bathe in the narcissist mist.. 

Blame.....

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to be free,
is between,
the metal and ink,
the multitude and the one,
where match has found powder, 
where ideas have found guns.

Between foe and friend, 
the rise and descend, 
a new beginning,
born from violent end.

Between the dreams...

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After Big Brother, and the Party had gone, the telescreens remained. No longer though did they remain solely in former Party member’s quarters. Telescreens had spread to the realm of the Proles. They no longer...

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My office window as no bars 
and the doors are sometimes  left ajar. 
I earned no trip   in the back of a police car 
And no judge and jury pondered long and...

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France is now ruled by Macroniens,
A species of urban boboniens,
Passably bright,
Not too far Right,
But perhaps just the latest d….d phonyens.

To keep France in order, the PoF
Must avoid moves might put them off :
An appeal to the...

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Though Canton claims it’s communist, it’s not.
Beijing, like Belarus, breeds oligarchs.
There’s nobody alive who’s heard of Marx:
a rickshaw ride’s the only kind of trot.

Seek Mensheviks in Minsk, you’ll end with squat.
In Kursk are cadres countable...

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Satsuma Tumour

Sense of Humour?

That Groomer Rumour


Cometh the Hour

Cometh the TAN!


People Power Glower should Flower

Grassy brassy knolls

But proles at the polls

Sold their Souls


To joust like Faust

Ignore Marcel Proust

Cower before the Ivory Tower


Odd bod elite’s law 

Tweets...

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"Four"

Four
With that word, the world came to an end
In flames of nuclear power
That man did send
Death 
Swept through Eastasia and Eurasia
The scale was tipped by one last breath 
Oceania’s 
Pride 

Three
Three giants threw spears at...

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