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Slewed and screwed by another Farage barrage
No longer a skewed malicious mirage
Stronger imbued with pernicious camouflage
Wronger spewed such vicious sabotage
Doom Monger crude officious collage
Slewed and screwed by another Farage barrage
Rabble rousing by ghoulishly espousing
Nige will oblige and foolishly perform
Leader and feeder of each reader
Preach on every seedier media platform
Separate the wheat from the chaff
Oi Oi hoi polloi hate ploy to annoy
Deform is now somehow the new norm
Just naff spaff for Reform riff raff
Slewed and screwed by another Farage barrage
Public school fool cruel rule at large
Faustian now Trumpian drool tool in charge
Attacking…spits dismal dimwits ransacking
Society in bits because of these gits
The entirety cracking by fracking Farage
Abysmal Brits twits’ backing hacking
Downed & drowned in sewer spewer discharge
Slewed and screwed by another Farage barrage
The agenda to go on a racist rant rampage
Malignant belligerent immigrant bender centre stage
Scary animals lairy trapped in a rage cage
Bashing gender and any woke offender
Views shunt the news take the front page
Bespoke cloak to stoke the healthy wealthy
Choke broke folk...stealthy..slashing
Tax to scratch that rich b***h itch
Poleaxe..abuse the yoke but will still bewitch
Vicarious defender of the nefarious splendour
Of this salacious mendacious joke bloke Pretender
Slewed and screwed by another Farage barrage!
sometimes when you come
and i'm hardly aware of your presence
a warmth that spreads
envelopes me
a well being
in my heart
tranquility transcending
little by little
gentle caresses
bring an awakening
and i know
it's you
i succumb
to your ministrations
feeling the changes
you bring
quiet till you've had you fill
i lie still
feeling your movement inside
content in the knowledge
i will bear fruit
other times you shake me
a forceful wind
you bend and move me and sway
how you play me
want to slay me
i'm helpless in your grip
you rampage and rage
manifesting your power
you make sure i'm aware
you're here
there
your everywhere
you claim as i quiver
all other thoughts cease
as i wait for release
when your done fulfilling your need
and i am left alone
alone to reel, to relive, to reveal
however you come,
inspiration
you leave me...undone
naked
in heightened state of awareness
that only is subdued
when i've fully released
all that's left of you
my life peaks and thrills
with your every visit
be it frenzied or calm
at dusk or at dawn
whenever u come
i live
i live
Eileen Manassian
Fernando Ramone was a Latin lover
Who dazzled the girls with his charm
He could often be seen strolling along
With a gorgeous girl on each arm
It didn't feel much different this night
Though the mood in the bar was uneasy
As he wandered in, all eyes were on him
He was sweating and feeling queasy
Tension was thick, could be cut with a knife
With conviction he strode to the bar
A shot rang out from the back of the room
Ramone dropped, his mouth oddly ajar
Patrons froze as he lay in a heap
Not a single sound could be heard
A man emerged from the back of the room
Strode forward without saying a word
Gasps were heard as he came into the light
Deputy Marshall John Parker by name
Tracking down Ramone for many years
A rampage of mayhem his fame
Ramone was wanted in twenty-three states
For a ten year murderous spree
Asked why he shot him without any warning
Parker mumbled the name Anabellee
Anabellee was one of his victims
And the daughter of Deputy John
Rage and revenge was all he could feel
Then the vengeance was suddenly gone
Deputy Parker is now serving time
For the murder of Fernando Ramone
Some say Parker should really be freed
But killing cannot be condoned
© Jack Ellison 2014
This world of ours is not always a good place
behind closed doors so many terrible things occur.
Hidden from plain sight some suffer endless torture
by the very ones who should love them the most.
Terrible things done sometimes in loves name
horrific beatings handed out, just for the sake of control.
Murders committed simply because one person will not share
killing so no-one else can take their supposed loved one away.
Children living in fear beaten and starved flinching at loud voices
creeping round like little mice hoping praying they are not noticed.
Gangs that bully and terrorise neighbourhoods while selling drugs
slashing up rival gangs purely for more territory to increase their strangle hold
to continue their evil crimes. Young girls and boys sold into sexual slavery,
victims each and everyone and all for profit. War torn countries
full of horrendous abuse, dead and injured cast aside like trash.
Yet for each who deals out these horrible crimes once they were
different, once they were loved. Can all be explained away by the fact
that they were taught by those that reared them in these horrific circumstances?
Or is it true that some were born monsters who enjoy other's pain and grief?
Practicing their craft on helpless victims as they grow up pulling wings of birds
slicing and dicing up beloved pets. Always attacking the weak and helpless.
Plain bullies that carry out their crimes in secret afraid to face those of strength.
One never really knows what goes on behind those closed doors. Yet when a
victim finally snaps and turns the tables oft times they are the ones our systems
punish and lock away behind bars while their tormentor is left free to continue
their rampage. Who I ask is the beast? Mankind surely deserves this name not animals.
Floral motifs
Nature glows;
Scented space
~~~~~~~~~
By the quay
Noisy seagulls;
Crazy chatter
~~~~~~~~~
Seaside tryst
Lovers serenade;
Sunset hurls dark
~~~~~~~~~
Wayside flowers
Beauty unnoticed;
Violet miniatures
~~~~~~~~~
Old man
Miniature dog lost;
Sad eyes moist
~~~~~~~~~
Playground children
Frolic plunders;
Touch of magic
~~~~~~~~~
New book here
So much to read;
Happy pleasure
~~~~~~~~~
Journal page
So much happening;
Bullet points enough
~~~~~~~~~
Words assemble
Unfurl new cites;
Why write?
~~~~~~~~~
Plain odd draft
Craft to credit;
Merits stern edit
~~~~~~~~~
Allusion speaks
Much more than hints;
Subtle allegory
~~~~~~~~~
Night shadows
Dance with light;
Midnight wind howls
~~~~~~~~~
Day is done
Late night snooze;
Dreams on rampage
~~~~~~~~~
Sleep talking again:
Clash confronts
Pleading mercy
~~~~~~~~~
Wise words wade
Tough times trade;
Meek moods made
~~~~~~~~~
Odd patterns here
Lewd lines laze;
Pungent posture
~~~~~~~~~
Leon Enriquez
28 July 2017
Singapore
I long for the end of perverse MAGA malice
Led by the immoral, they are cold and callous
They have caused such disdain
Since Trump's menacing reign
While he sits inside his Mar A Lago palace
How daft the man to assume he owns everything
Documents and White House dishes he chose to sling
Ketchup thrown against the wall,
Trumpty is ready to fall
Shot down by his arrogance. Ow, how that must sting
He's such a libertine, and wickedly corrupt
When not getting his way, his temper will erupt
But now he's gone too far
According to Bill Barr
But Dumpy Trumpty will never ever fess up
I hope he won't have need to don that damned red tie
An orange suit he may not wear, and I'll decry
He should be an inmate
Enemy of each state
And more loathsome than the insect, we call 'fruit fly'
Some of you make fun of Biden's slips due to age
I prefer that man to an ogre filled with rage
One who defies the law
has a deep-seated flaw...
The Republican elephant on a rampage
Oh say, people, please tell me why you cannot see
how politician's lies have become so beastly
Don't bite Trump's baited hook
Stop believing that crook
He's the cause of conflicts on a family tree
Fernando Ramone was a Latin lover
Who dazzled the girls with his charm
He could often be seen strolling along
With a gorgeous girl on his arm
It didn't feel much different this night
Though the mood in the bar was uneasy
As he wandered in, all eyes were on him
He was sweating and feeling queasy
Tension was thick, could be cut with a knife
With conviction he strode to the bar
A shot rang out from the back of the room
Ramone dropped, his mouth oddly ajar
Patrons did freeze as he lay in a heap
Not a single sound could be heard
A man emerged from the back of the room
Strode forward without saying a word
Gasps were heard as he came into the light
Deputy Marshall John Parker by name
Tracking down Ramone for many long years
A rampage of mayhem his fame
Ramone was wanted in twenty-three states
For a ten year murderous spree
Asked why he shot him without any warning
Parker mumbled the name Anabellee
Anabellee was one of his victims
And the daughter of Deputy John
Rage and revenge was all he could feel
Then the vengeance was suddenly gone
Deputy Parker is now serving time
For the murder of Fernando Ramone
Some say Parker should really be freed
But killing cannot be condoned
PD reporting live on the soup, with Worlds most wanted criminal poets.
Standing here with the POETS. MOST. WANTED. Tipsters Host John (What ?)
With an exclusive update on criminal poets, captured and on the run.
Switching over to you John,
"Thank you, Sid, let us give thanks to all the P.M.W. tipsters." alerting the poet authority.
Here we have our lovely F.B.I. agent Andrea Dietrich (Andy) & U.S. Marshal Shirley Harrison
(S.H.)
P.W. Tipsters helped the capture of one infamous fugitive Nikko Palmario, a poetess going
contest crazy.
F.B.I. Agent (Andy) ended the manhunt tracking her down in the Philippines.
(Andy), says" this convicted poet addict and comment crusader, gave us a fun run"
Christopher Brantley, still at large U.S. Marshall (S.H.) says, "This brilliant fugitive leaves no
trace."
A dangerous poet posting comments longer than his poetry. Leaving a distinction of
excellence
in any short form. PW. tipsters Demand him to be brought down to poetic justice.
A tip led Marshall (S.H.) to the most notorious blond bombshell on the soup.
Captured on her vacation Linda Marie Bariana, lost control of her blond moment.
Paralyzing her laptop with sand. Covering to other crimes with too much poetry rhyme.
Her # 1 crime, entering a dark poet contest, too bad for this SWEETHEART who has too much
shine.
Wanted in all nations Lynette Chachere a realistic poetic criminal against reality & dreams.
F.B.I.(Andy) Says"Our sweet Lynn, carries a weapon against all Enigma wonders."
A shameful crime to bring down a poet's spirit with an intervening of her intense poetry.
F.B.I. Most wanted poetic lunatics, Billy the Kidder, with a Mental Poet Disorder.
A maniac on the rampage, a poet who lost it, with a crime slamming himself.
The human creatures dancing
To the rhythms of blood and flesh
Shrieks and sobs of soft babies
Pain, agony and misery
Years yell the same story
Written in tears and ruins
Hearts turned in to stones
Homes turned in to smoke
Hitting the candid souls
Bitten by chill and hunger
Destined to live in
Desolation and buried hope
The cruel laugh of booming guns
Turning breath in to blaze
The rampage and destruction
Mocking the innocent masses
Falling on deaf ears
Of political lords and masters
Years come and go
Pain, agony and doom continues
Injustice and endless wait
Is the order of the day
But the world reels as usual
Leaving the distressed to destiny
Where is “Happy New Year”?
My heart weeps
The cruel demons and brutes
Celebrating their success of
Shedding the blood for nothing
Turning the years in to tyranny
Determined not to learn
From the buds, bees and breeze
The art of harmony and peace
The hoards of heartless beasts
Thriving on human suffering
But, the Father sleeps
The familiar face looked grotesque.
Indelible imprints of blood stains,
scarred the contour of his body.
His skull had crushed on the windshield..
A rampage had ripped his nerves naked...
Kinetic ardour of the car, exiled him to static rust
in a vegetative state... bereft of cognition.
But his mind still addled... in lucid ambition.
His skin could still touch rain..
His eyes could still see lightning..
His ears could still hear thunder..
His heart could still feel pain.
Glint of two black marbles looked at the window..
Is it dusk or dawn?..
Searching for cognitive crutches....
Interim thoughts grope his head.....
Is he alive or dead?
29th December,2018
PLACED FIRST IN Brian Strand Jan Wk 2 contest
Originally submitted to the Brainy Brevity Poetry Contest of Maureen McGreavy
The theme of contest : "BRAIN INJURY"