Long Rapacity Poems
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While I pretty much opined for this impeachment
my fellow Americans voted for this guy and they could be right
I’ve been wrong before, stuck as we are with a system
that generates some perplexful leaders, democracy being the worst form
of government—
except for all the others.
Anyone can be president, that’s been proven time and time again.
Wars can start for no discernible reason other than
radical purity, avarice, cupidity, gluttony, rapacity, even affluenza—
meanwhile life goes on outside all around you
perhaps you identify as Jewish, Latino, Muslim, Indian or Filipino
asexual, cybersexual, somasexual, hypersexual, homosexual, pentasexual
it doesn’t really matter, nothing butt matter matters, matter
content of life (serious, love it) hate death for the hell of it
to see what it’s like inside the heart of darkness.
Not that I accept their god, their void, I accepted humanity as a natural part
of nature
demisexual, downsexual, ecosexual, Eurosexual, eversexual, exsexual,
extrasexual, femtosexual, Francosexual, geosexual, gigasexual,
Grecosexual, Indosexual, intersexual, kilosexual, macrosexual,
malsexual, megasexual, metasexual, microsexual, missexual,
medisexual, mocksexual, monosexual, muchsexual, multisexual,
mustsexual, nearsexual, neosexual, nonsexual, oftsexual,
omnisexual, oversexual, pansexual, parasexual, partsexual,
photosexual, polysexual, postsexual, presexual, pseudosexual,
psychosexual, quasisexual, rentasexual, selfsexual, semisexual,
Sinosexual, subsexual, supersexual, telesexual, terrasexual,
ubersexual, ursexual, ultrasexual, undersexual, vicesexual,
weresexual, wikisexual, zoosexual.
When I did that I had to pay the rent and get a job, too.
They’ll thieve from you your money
Your shoes that you just brought,
They do it with a notion
That they’ll never get caught.
Though I state this very clearly and
With much integrity
I’m proud and loud with no shroud for
Thievings not for me.
They’ll thieve what they think they deserve
They thieve what they just want,
Is a fact- a dirty act
To pull a thieving stunt.
They thieve in the name of love
They thieve behind your back,
They think they are entitled
For things that they do lack.
They’ll thieve your words and twist the verbs
Your designs, plans, ideas,
Then they’ll act almighty from
Stealing time and years.
They’ll thieve your light when shining bright
Your heart and curly locks,
They’ll thieve your garden hose out front and
Your letter box.
They are not fair they do not care
To steal what is not theirs,
Their in a class of their own and some
are billionaires.
The greediness, the avarice
rapacity, extortion,
Be careful of corruption
for this can cause distortion.
Instead of percieving that the universe is conspiring against us, belief that the universe is working in our favor, brightens our perception
~Quote by Poet
We can transform rapacity by changing our beliefs and perceptions
Exploring our mind and body and by letting ourselves go—for instance
A room without books is like a body without a soul—positive words blanket
Keeping us covered with comfort, love, and hope, and teaches us to
Never stop from searching deeper on the path toward our better selves.
Each morning, I open my eyes, say to myself I have the power to make me
Stronger or weaker, this is because we are smarter than we think we are
Shusaku Endo said that every weakness contains within itself a strength
I can't believe your audacity
Well actually!
Your so consumed with rapcisty
The bling life has blinded you
You can't even see what's Infront of you
Who even are you?
I don't even know you!
You've become a stranger,
The money's changed ya,
Are you even any happier?
Because you seem snappier,
crabbier and on occasion angrier,
So it seems you're more unhappier,
Than happier
Money talks apparently,
And we know all about your currency,
That's your hot topic your money
Money money, Ain't it funny.
Not!
Its really not interesting,
Listening
Again and again as you boast,
No one's remotely engrossed,
About your latest big spend,
Or your new rich friend,
How's the air up there?
On that high horse, ne'er
Even the horse can't bear it,
It would appear I'm now a misfit,
I no longer fit, Your new adylic life
I'm unfit, oh dear god the strife!
Unfortunate isn't it,
Because if we rewind just a bit,
Once upon a time we were close
We were tight knit as apposed
To now!
You were my hero pow,
I aspired to be just like you!
I worked so hard to,
Just to get your approval,
Yet all I received was disapproval
But when I really needed you,
You didn't care, it's true
You weren't there
I'm still suprised,
That I was surprised,
But What did I expect,
Mr Scrooge
Too swop in and interject,
Yeah right that's funny in hindsight,
But!
I soon realized and saw the light,
And I guess that's just how money,
Talks! money money money
Apparently
In a rich man's world, only money talks
therefore you only talk,
You guessed it About your money
Hunny! Ain't it funny,
Not!
But that's how it goes,
In a rich man's world! I suppose
#1
Building a
cat's
cradle from
simple
dimpled
spheres only
reinforces the
necessity of
de-
signing se-
cure
multifarty
symptoms to
en-
sure stealth-
care rapacity with
min-
imal ex-
posure.
#2
Drastic baggy
hags in spew-colored double
schlock wastelands are
even now sporting un-
even tooth alignment
and con-
genital blight po-
sitioning for more dead
products with patriotic
names such as
"Poke Her in the Crypt" and
"Wicked Slim Pickings".
Ripsnorting depravity cavity of sporting gravity
Severity of the brevity cheekily courting levity
Hilarity distorting polarity Tests aren’t a charity
Unpopularity resorting to double downed vulgarity
Clarity for sorting parity then humility not a rarity
Some austerity can feed & lead to prosperity
Precarity due to the complete lack of dexterity
Asperity at temerity & totality of Bazball brutality
Banality of celebrity vanity caused the disparity
Mendacity that red ball is just all about audacity
In reality plans need adaptability or fans profanity
Rapacity of elan talismans fatality simply insanity
Rage is the revolution, the revolt, the uprising,
Rage is the mother of freedom,
The sprouting seed of change,
The raging wildfire, the upheaval,
The conflagration, the burning souls,
The injustice forced on any group,
Community, nation, faith, belief,
Rage is Jihad, the Crusade, the Inquisition,
The conflict between ideals, the mores and the morals,
Rage is Apartheid, Rage is Slavery, Rage is the Exodus,
Rage is the wrath of God
upon Sodom and Gomorrah,
Rage is the expulsion of Adam & Eve
from the Garden of Eden,
Rage is God’s Ten Commandments.
Rage is the fall of mighty Empires,
The fall of despots and dictators,
Their crimes against humanity and the genocide,
Rage is the campaign against their killings,
Raping, torturing, nepotism, corruption,
Rapacity, political repression, ethnic persecution,
Their tyranny and their extravagance—
Rage is the voice of a common man raising
the storm whenever bereft of all hopes and peace!
~03/02/15
~Subject: Rage
~"Pick a Subject" contest by Shadow Hamilton
Back in the mists of time
Were stories sung
Where minds in thrall by minstrels
Were held
With tales revealing
Viscerality and viciousness
The currency of glory and shame.
Who does not marvel at
Achilles's pride
A ruthless killing machine
Unforgiving
In his revenge
For his beloved Patroclus
And shrink
At the terrible price paid
By brave Hector
Before the sorrowing eyes
Of his aged parents
Therein we see the splendour
As well as the grimness
When foes collide
With his wiles does daredevil Odysseus
Charm us
And inventive ruses.
Yet what horrors,hardship
And heartache
Were his
As homecoming was in his heart
With Poseidon vowing vengeance
Pain,pleasure and punishment
He met
In equal measure
Before rescuing
His priceless pearl
Penelope
From the rapacity and greed
Of the craven suitors.
These were the gifts
To posterity
Handed down
By Homer.
From these twin tales
There grew
The exploits of pius Aeneas
Driven from his homeland
War stricken
Driven by destiny
To seek a new home.
At the behest of Caesar
Did Virgil fashion his verse
Plundering Homer
That his hero
Would personal glory
and pleasure abjure
In a self -denying ordinance
To meet duty's demands.
Such self-denial cost him
Dido
Deserted and distraught
And brought him
Into the depths of Hades
From where he rose
A new man
With a deeper mission
To grace the world
With its master race,
That destiny ordained from above.
And we as readers must choose
The tale that to our soul sings
Touching our humanity
Both starkly
And with the tight tenderness
Of truth.
President Olusegun Obasanjo- Atiku Abubakar
Promises of pardoned traitors
Reek like ancient regrets.
Exhibitions,
Steeped in rapacity.
Inured to light, they
Dominate blindly
Evoking the same air of oppression
Noteworthy of the days of yore.
Traitors in transit, trampling as they go.
Over us, they bellow.
Lording it, they rule
Under the guise of foreign dogmas,
Silence all demanding.
Egocentric beasts with rotund bellies
Gloats with our reserves.
Unaffected by the groaning of a people
Nestled in penury.
Our Overseers,
Behemoths, disguised,
Assiduously make us the
Shame of the whole world while
At perfect ease with themselves.
Neglecting the many sufferers about, they
Jostle for private vaults in Zurich as
Our poverty became their riches.
And the bespectacled gargoyle
Trenched in the prison called Rock.
Impervious to all wisdom,
Kept an unholy vigil as
Undertakers beckoned suddenly.
Archetypical simpletons, they
Bask in gaudy wealth
Untouched by the miseries surrounding them
Building high walls to keep prying eyes away.
Atop Hills, perched like Vultures,
Kleptocrat searching for new honour.
Aglow in oily garbs, they
Regale themselves, as the world looks on in amazement!
Ex pat Pom loving aplomb & many a flickering F bomb of the OG.. GC at the G
No spin larking bickering barking larrikins clearly hear the din of fans chagrin
The culprits the ex players pundits in their pampered and champered pulpits
I want baggie green spleen to be vent outside the oh so privileged pro tent
Your spectacular curvy vernacular is the quip fillip in times so topsy turvy
Cricket’s pervy badgers nervy starved of nuanced narratives..like Test scurvy
The game increasingly nihilistic your ballistic bants & rants..holistic chants
Sycophantic semantic antic relishing & cherishing your loquacity, audacity..
Bodacity & sagacity…got them by the gizzards with your verbal blizzards..
Rapacity of skits & gambits..tenacity of wits...our own proverbial Oz Wizards..
Coz boys your ploys are the everyman not fancy dan talisman of fan elan….
Joy envoys of odd bod sod the cricketing Gods run roughshod pod masterplan..
Your reffing gift wrapped in effing & jeffing.. a bucolic vitriolic frolic & tonic!
No fibs his nibs is loving the cut of your jibs….this old timer rhymer pondered
Wondered does cricket's ultimate bastard..The GC.. like Lord Kitchener.. need me..
Saluting a highfalutin cultural calling card.. your own Bard as two become three?