Long Reprobate Poems
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Ronald Rump reasonably roasted
Remarkable – recourse retaining rickety
rambling reverence regarding “r.”
Ronald Rump
repugnant racist republican reviled -
rickettsia re:itch ruler.
Rapaciously ravaged
revered reverential rubric.
Radical ruthless renegade
rapidly riotously ripped rigged ramparts.
Refrained retaining remnant
redolent regal, resplendent rafters.
Riches rudely ruptured rooted rectified rights.
Ruckus ricocheted revenant reign.
Ratified rattlebrained rules roil reductionism.
Rambunctious rapscallions rollicked;
rendered ruinous ramifications.
Rusty razor razing revenge rented reprisal.
Rabid rectal rictus rotten
rebranded re-calibrated redoubt.
Rambunctious revolutionaries rejoiced.
Ruffians rode roughshod
routing reigning royalty.
Reiterated revetting robust recidivist rationality.
Rode Rolls Royce relentlessly
rendering rock ribbing.
Riffraff raconteur raised reactionary response.
Revisited rancorous restrictive
redlined realigned rightward rivets.
Robocop ridiculously
rubber-stamped reorganization.
Recalcitrant reactors released rapture.
Rash Russian roulette
reconnaissance raconteurs racked rubles.
Red room reflected Republican RNA.
Rap risible rheumy ratiocinated rug-rats
revoked righteous refulgent repertory.
Rapier robed robbers ransacked
reliquary resounding retaliation.
Retaliatory redcoat regnum
reformation remembered.
Rudy robotically recoiled rapprochement
raison d'être rosily revered
rifled relics raffled.
Rookie raves ripe rackful
rubenesque reliably ranked.
Refulgent rotundity requisite
requirement re: reappointment.
Road-tested, roadworthy
redeem reapportion routed role.
Reprehensible reassignment
rapidly recognizes response.
Rife rampage removed respectability – respect.
Responsible roused restitution refuted.
Risky resultant reconnoitering
runaway railroad reverberated rivalry.
Reflexive ramrod reaction reconfirmed
redoubling ridding revitalization.
Reconfiguration realpolitik reinstated repudiation
rebooting Roosevelt regime reconsidered.
Requisition required resilient reseeding republic.
Regrettable riley roars remorseless ribbing.
Rare recount restoring recondite
renown reprobate Rapunzel.
Republican representatives
rejoice reclaiming reins.
No one in this world would ever be your friend.
You don't deserve any good.
I hope you suffer to death.
You deserve a slow death.
If you go with, you'll disappear.
You don't know what pain is yet.
You're better off cutting yourself.
Go cut yourself.
If you're nicer to your food, it tastes better.
I don't know if he would rape you.
Not everyone is going to like you.
This world will never stop spinning for you.
Sometimes love is just not enough.
You need to repent.
You're about to have a reprobate mind.
You're my sacrificial lamb.
You're crazy.
You need help.
God damn it, Katlin.
Do you trust me?
Busses, cars, and airplanes, time flies so fast
minutes accelerates through the dial, small things lost to the past.
The world’s fragile treasures beg to be seen in a slower light,
simple things are fleeting indeed, when seen through the bug speckled glass.
The world is ever changing, clamoring to welcome defeat,
like a motorcycle running wild with the devil in the seat.
The earth spines through the cosmic winds, life is on a speeding course.
My view is slower, looking between the ears of a horse.
I see the madness and loss of freedom; the Bible reveals that’s the way it’ll go
when God is pushed away, rot takes his place, can’t be any clearer. I suppose.
They say, It’s better to close the eye and not see things so clear,
let it slip into shades of gray, like the shadow cast by a horse’s ear.
But what about the soldiers who fought the wars, so many paid the price.
What of a country that truants Christ’s blood and laughs at his sacrifice?
Concerning the little children, Jesus’s word rings clear
“He who harms one of these little ones there’s hell’s fire to fear.”
What goes into a man does not defile him but what comes out.
When the blind leads the blind, both fall into the ditch, that’s without doubt.
The downfall of a once blessed nation, like fools she leaves her borders porous.
I’m swaying away in ignorance, looking between the ears of a horse.
Romans 1:22 -Professing themselves to be wise, they became fools.
Romans1:28 And even as they did not like to retain God in their knowledge,
God gave them over to a reprobate mind, to do that which is not natural.
Grandpa Francesco Proia,
from Caserta, Italia,
a clever stowaway
in the bowels of the ship
bringing him to Ellis Island,
Feb. 4, 1905.
Gruff ways,
often snarling a guttural “Huh,”
a lack of English,
never-ending hand gestures,
made me fearful of him.
But awestruck I was
with the romantic notion
of his stowing away.
Bootlegging homemade vino
during Prohibition – another
plus as he captured my imagination as
un farabutto – a scoundrel, a reprobate.
Add in his being a coal mine boss
in Marianna, Pennsylvania,
and I had a genuine hero.
How many other children
claimed such details about their grandpas?
Never telling anyone
of my naïve admiration for him,
family loyalty prevented me
from bragging about him.
Living to just a few days short
of his “hunnert” birthday,
I loved and admired him to the end.
Even when the ship’s manifest
I discovered for La Lorraine
listed him as a passenger
in steerage, not a stowaway.
Why will He sit back and watch me go wrong?
Gamble on choices yet remain on the villainous path.
Why will my thoughts of being perfect melt sour?
When He has a plan He wishes I follow.
I am left to flesh to argue, Left to self to embrace.
He wants me in the right, yet turn blind to my flaws.
He stands distances away and let me err,
Gives an apportioned missile to my discretion,
Leaves me in the mystery of the yet to be,
While in time He promised my boat He will paddle.
I am the apple of His eyes and never the less He chose to watch me fail,
Classed me reprobate when He can force righteousness on my chest.
Why do I have to make a mistake first to be learned?
Whilst He in superiority can stamp me in appropriation.
But then, He said life and death He has placed before me.
The essence of common sense He has dignified to my appraisal.
While He ushers me to life, He cast me an agent of self-will.
In His image am I created, The weight of His perfection I am to carry.
As He called Heaven to witness in His favor,
The wheels to my destiny He placed in my hands to wield.
Can't I event stand up to my wrongs and robe them right?
Can't I prove to Him that His breath in me isn't a waste?
I am faced to worth the life I will live as a proof of an existence,
Therefore I will throw sentiments away and risk all in expedition.
(not that ye wondered,
but simply tubby like totally tubularly clear
The Epic of Gilgamesh will not be extolled here).
Though thoroughly well mapped, parsed,
scrutinized vibrant wonders zoom
plethora, sans newly discovered life forms
cradled with fecund Gaia's womb
abound within unlikely places
such as mossy bearded faces
nestling, pronouncing,
and regaling pharaohs sarcophagus tomb
oceanographers also find organic entities
adorning, kickstarting,
and thriving within extremely
remote temperature zones,
where just enough telly tubby wiggle room
prevails for microscopic
Verizon patronizing Grand Poobah
barking orders unicellular viziers heed,
while latter bedecked
with itty bitty plume
invisible to the naked eye, yet within
subatomic world wide web
bit players air heir loom
appearing larger
then cereal grain re: life,
an arrogant, bumptious, and conceited Don
doth trump his young
unbridled, reprobate, and ornery baron as groom
material to check mate
distracted checkered populace,
where raucous, rebellious, riotous
majority lumpenproletariat fuss and fume
cuz gaudy Mar-a-Lago hiss poe tate
tow headed (faux towering
Taj Mahal doppelganger),
via slow vac didst suck socialist rowdy
bot tinny Rajah,
whose apprenticeship to exhume
(pro bone know) spy bots
miserably condemned from the get go
as president erupted rabidly trying to doom
rousing, scenting, and trawling
non-convincing "witch hunt,"
yet incontrovertible evidence carelessly
swept hurriedly under the rug
(by Russ Shins) via broom,
thus a sudden spike
visa vis master card er...
comeuppance will bring ringleader down
with strep away poison
nano trumps all abloom.
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Now in summer re:
this Dom minion doth attest
intention to write
a boot equinox got out best
head, although pleasurable
to loose imagination off chest
so thank you for
letting me be a cerebral guest
and now...no dilly dallying,
cuz another writing assign
requires responding
to Matthew Scott Harris's behest!
This letter arrived this morning..
"Dear Sir, it is with great honour to inform you
That with the perspicuity of realistic narrative art
And the diversity and universality of myth
Your work illuminates the human condition in the world of today
You have therefore been awarded the Nobel Prize for Literature
Cheers, you're the man."
What audacity
To disturb this idiosyncratic taste bubble
This stun and cut bluestocking
My 35 second play
My mango tango d drops
My surgical quality
I ain't getting on a horizontal float wheel
Stockholm can screw themselves
When reprobate blackguards are inferring
I'll stay here
If there's a need for shooting to start
I'll start shooting
Fun bags and polluted cities
Round off my morning, honey
Time for a tea
Medieval queens used to drink pints
I'll 'ave two for breakfast
I am not for sale Stockholm
Captain Hook went to Eton
I've got my bachelors
Leave this knack mental giant alone by-blows
Society seems hellbent to chuck,
the moral codes that hold it fast
so why are we so thunderstruck,
when cruel crimes the tube broadcast?
Once Adam sinned, man’s heart turned bad.
Cain killed Abel for being good.
Sin displeased God and made him sad,
and ruined Eden’s neighborhood.
New Agers teach that man is good
the god in him he can evoke.
If he would try, he surely could
transform himself, cast off sin’s yoke.
God declares that man at his core
a sinner is, and wicked too
the depraved deeds that from him pour
confirm that what God says is true.
The shrinks tell us there is no sin
they blame the space that man lives in.
Move him to a more favored place
and good deeds will the bad erase.
Improve the ways we educate
our children’s minds, and over time
they will improve, their wild ways shed,
and up the social ladder climb.
Man’s heart is so full of deceit
he knows not of its true extent.
Reprobate, with evil replete,
to wickedness and wildness bent.
New laws cannot man’s nature tame
laws make men blush, then find new ways
to break the rules, dispense with shame.
Men hate what’s right, the wrong they praise.
All human schemes to reform men
are doomed to fail if we refuse
to heed God’s Word but follow Zen
and hold on to our foolish views.
God has a plan to rescue man
from Satan’s grip, to set him free.
He told us from the very start
sin is a problem of the heart.
So, heed God’s word and to him turn
His righteous will, no longer spurn.
Ask Him to free you from sin’s strife
and give to you eternal life.
Reprobate fictional schnorrer...
Who never did a lick of work
gifted lifelong entitlement,
yet possessed webbed wide world reputation
actually humble contemplative earthling
jump/kick started cosmic consciousness
as modest (née supreme)
unrivaled spiritual leader
with natural born talent
to resolve conflicts
without uttering a word,
he merely presented unspoken charisma,
when his bonafide dogma stirred
madding crowd awash
with conservative and liberal
unflagging political stripes
plus token long haired pencil necked nerd
anarchistic disruption (holy cow) seldom heard
except during amber alert
contrary to violence prone
human nature, how
out of simian character and absurd.
Honest to goodness effort witnessed
courtesy eyes of big brother,
which affected shout and twist
in life and hard times rendered tragic
of one odd longfellow
surname of Mister Quist,
who once upon a time esteemed
as hotshot dejure at NIST
(National Institute of Standards
and Technology at U.S.
Department of Commerce.
The NIST Cybersecurity Framework
helps businesses of all sizes
better understand, manage,
and reduce their cybersecurity risk
and protect their networks and data.
The voluntary Framework kissed
(figurative kosher blessing
fingers to mouth non verbal communication
to hush quiet riot
unrecognizable protagonist aforementioned -
convincingly disguised Rabbi)
despite blatant underlying anti semitism,
which unpleasant vulgar sound hissed
out the indecorous maw
of zealous white supremacist(s)
across the room of ornate Synagogue,
whereby security details
quickly silenced and ushered
unnamed, unhinged, uncivil...
evil incarnate odious louts,
who did unfortunately own right to exist.
Any resemblance between said divine mortal
(an avuncular good fella,
a handy dandy bare knuckle pacifist,
albeit harmless individual)
and living persons purely coincidental.
Morbid fascination (mine) as covid-19 pandemic...
foments rampant monopoly on bedlam
Wreaking ball (his stick) havoc (think ostensible
civil war scale not seen since Vietnam),
whereby microorganisms jamb
*****sapiens immunity system
complements of gook
resembling green eggs and ham
necessitating Doctor Seuss
to stoke bram
bullying cat in the hat
on a hot tin roof damn
senseless cant be understood
Matthew Scott Harris argot sham
bulls (red dilly), and sallies forth
with neither reason only rhyming flimflam.
All Joe King aside - at any rate,
yours truly, (a generic garden variety reprobate),
not hell bent to receive nasty hate
male courtesy vexatious reader to berate,
cuz unwelcome chide and chime
prompts gnome mad tick versifier
to test (ease silly) to provoke ye to fulminate.
Humanity now fishtails helter skelter
across oblate spheroid courtesy coronavirus
global pandemonium unleashed
expletive maniacal tsunami
(think) metaphorical groundswell
primates hurry scurry to and fro,
hither and yon frenziedly
pell-mell housing random erratic
discombobulated, bobble headed
(simulating) quasi Brownian movements
at warp speed embarked
upon impossible mission.
Here I paraphrase (er... rather plagiarize)
President John F. Kennedy,
whereby he delivered on January 20, 1961
his inaugural address in which he announced
"we shall pay any price, bear any burden,
meet any hardship, support any friend,
oppose any foe to assure the survival
and success of liberty."
Though the then USSR
(Union of Soviet Socialist Republics),
now identified as
union of Soviet socialist republics
helped cook who nurse (and ratchet)
state of political hostility
existed between Soviet bloc countries
and US-led Western powers
from 1945 to 1990.
Our present crisis I aim(ed) to show touché
(pardon mum oddest tee) culinary poetic entree,
how bajillions of people mercilessly
unfairly subjected to influenza like agony
exhibiting following symptoms:
cough, fever, tiredness, difficulty breathing
(severe cases), yet
many met their untimely demise
with prompt care, nonetheless minimal delay
ferried them to awaiting quay
where Charon doth ferry
dead souls across Rivers Styx and Acheron
resignedly where forced to abandon treasures they
must relinquish all trapping he/she did parlay.