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Met what I thought was a fellow poet online
The poet was a she, and things were feeling fine
She complimented my work, I gave it right back
Two minds in the rhythm, staying on the track
But she kept talking ‘bout a student she’d had
Taught him how to sext, taught him how to be bad
She had an interest in "True Crime" and the dark
I played the "bad boy" just to keep that spark.
Is this just an intellectual "Only Fans"?
Built on ghost stories and half-baked plans
A New Jersey girl, smart and confused
Leaving the poets battered and bruised
I told her too much, I let it all out
Now I’m left wondering what it was about.
She complained about an author she used to sponsor
Paid his way, played the role of the monster
She edited his words, she paved his road
Then he dropped her like a red hot coal,
I’m told He found another chick and left her behind
I played her word games, trying to be kind
She never said what she wanted from me
But I was happy for the replies, happy to see.
Then the screen went blank, the page went white
She deleted her soul in the middle of the night
The last words on her profile, a bitter goodbye
Just a "slag off" beneath a digital sky
I guess the men on here are just on the chase
And the women poets are looking for a face.
So here’s a word to those who read what I write
I’m pulling my shadow back into the light
I’m only saying "Thank You" from here on out
I’m clearing the room,
I’m clearing the doubt
I don’t want a groupie,
I don’t want to sext
I don’t want to wonder who’s coming up next.
Don’t sponsor my book, don’t be my muse
I’ve got nothing left that you can use
I’m all full up of crazy,
I’ve had my store
And I don’t need a single drop more.
No, I don't need any more.
GLORIFIED STREET NUISANCE
Fumbling fingers falter, failing to fasten firmly.
Fine fabric falls, flapping feebly for all to see.
Trousers tumble, torn from their trusty tether.
Tumbling to the thighs, they tangledly twirl together.4
In streets where mischief reigns supreme,
A nuisance brews, a sight unseemly extreme.
Young rascals roam, with trousers low,
Exposing more than they ought to show.8
With swag, they claim, they strut and preen,
But sagging pants reveal a lack of sheen.¹°
Like prisoners' garb, a style they embrace,
Yet decency & sense, they discard with grace.
Their antics annoy, their behavior bold,
Disrespectful and rude, their actions unfold.¹4
With each step, they sink in moral decay,
Their future dim, in a world that's gone astray.¹6
Wish for a change, a shift in their stride,
To dress with dignity, and let swag subside.
For true greatness lies in character and might,
Not in sagging pants, and a nuisance in sight.²°
VICK MANUEL POETRY {VMP}
FORM: Alliteration/Rhymes
Copyright ©?7th October 2024.
Male peacock struts his finery all over the yard
Being egotistical is his tiny petard.
The plainer brown females are utterly star struck.
Wanting a little bit of his attention; is that a cluck?
The pristine white hens’ feathers are all fluffed up and preened.
They are peeking at the farmer’s wife through the door that is screened.
Cock-a-doodle doo from chicken house is from their mighty king.
He is a proud orange fluffy rooster, who at dawn does his sing.
He’s so arrogant trills the robin, high up in a mighty oak tree.
She is simple, unassuming as a tiny song bird can be.
A blue jay responds with his terrible sounding ugly blah caw.
Farmer comes out to feed, his throat early morning raw.
The hens are in a frenzy, clucking as they devour the grain.
They are trying to get it all because the day looks like rain.
The peacocks are prissy, they stand back and roll their sweet eyes.
The robins watch carefully. Hens are rude, they finally surmise.
It is hard for me to just write a normal poem
when i have to deal with the
meaning of human beings who stink
who are selfish in every step of the way.
This earth was given to us by mistake
we did not deserve it because we are a waste
there is no good human being
there is only human waste floating
like on top of the water
someone needs to clean all this waste up
including myself including my brother
he is the real human piece of human ass gas
a real piece of fart including my uncle.
Why was i brought here from war to
an even bigger mistake this place
does not deserve me and i don't like it anyways!
Many would disagree but it don't matter
because it is true, this jungle of farts
and rotten lies and stabs who cares
to even get to know us who are we
why all the gods and homeless at the same time?
Because we have become rude to our own
brothers and sisters our families, our mothers
our fathers, where is all the respect
like i said, my father was a great man
but his mistakes have ruined me
from war to an even bigger gore
and horror, this giant toilet of life
i still don't understand why
i was brought here this isn't
the bathroom i want to use!
My two Brothers-In-Law came to my house every day and ate all of my food.
And they kicked my butt when I told them that eating my vittles was rude.
Even though they'd beat me up, I chewed them out and I kept getting louder and louder.
They were eating me out of house and home, those morons even ate my baking powder.
But I got an idea and decided to try it.
I decided to go on an all sushi diet.
The first time that I bought some sushi, I got a visit from my Brothers-In-Law.
They stopped coming over because all I had to eat was fish that was raw.
They were bigger and tougher than me but the sight of raw fish made them sick.
I haven't seen them in over six months, my plan worked, the sushi did the trick.
My wife had to clean up her brothers mess when they tossed their cookies on the floor.
My wife hates having to eat sushi but at least I don't have to see her brothers anymore.
(This is a fictional poem.)
Hunger is worldwide; I don't understand why
Trash cans are filled with untouched food
Starvation is real; why must another die?
We can feed the homeless from our food supply;
Or help food banks, it can brighten their mood,
Hunger is worldwide; I don't understand why.
Wasting food is a major issue, we mustn't deny,
We should help if we can and stop being rude
Starvation is real; why must another die?
It's affecting us all; do you hear the earth’s cry?
Not just a “them” problem, I must conclude
Hunger is worldwide; I don't understand why.
We fill our belly with everything that we buy,
And see someone in need and are often shrewd
Starvation is real; why must another die?
Restaurant plates have a ton of uneaten food; sigh,
Our waste can be a lifeline to the homeless dude.
Hunger is worldwide; I don’t understand why,
Starvation is real; why must another die?
there are people on
this earth that you
just cant show love
,
you know the evil
hearten ones to
which i am speaking
of,
the ones that think
everything just
suppose to go their
way ,
they wake up every
morning having a bad
day .
they feel as if
everyone is just
intruding in on
their space ,
cant even stand to
smile in fear that
it might harm the
other face
they always give the
feeling as if
someone is bothering
them
their heart is so
full of hatred that
their soul is already
condemned.
despite a friendly
gesture they pose an
attitude
and the only gesture
they can make is one
that's seemingly
rude.
they cant seem to
take suggestions due
to losing their cool
,
acting like they are
running things and
left looking like a
fool
then they try to
explain themselves
and its nothing we
have not heard
before,
that they have
already been hurt
once and refuse to
be hurt anymore.
but they can keep
that crap to
themselves although
its a lovely speech
here is one that i
have for them (WHAT
YOU SOW YOU SHALL
REAP)
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Lost are we, if we think poetry is about a world,
that must be pretty.
Or, must make us laugh, sorry or be soft as a child’s ditty?
Where are our poetic heads?
Don”t we know freedom is not free?
Have we no sense of literature or history?
This world is greater than crying about personal losses.
We are not here to be any poet’s father, mother or nor a
a righteous head of bosses.
This is a free place, and if we don’t get it, such a loss,and
a disgrace!
To insult, belittle and demean another poet?
With a righteos smile on your face?
Those old words, “These are the times that try mens’ souls.
Carve them onto your heart, let that be your glowing, loving goal.
Be kind, let us all follow Poetry Soup rules!
Positive comments ONLY, being rude is not
cool.
If you can’t say anything nice to a poet,
Best to say nothing at all.
Give each his space and freedom, that is
a mature, delightful and higher call.
8/20/2022
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Here’s to all the negative people
You know how the story goes
If brains were freakin’ dynamite
You couldn’t blow your nose
When people make rude comments
They act without common sense
If you’re negative and reading this
I hope you take offense
When I hear about my friends put down
Every bone in my body cries
If you rub yourself with Preparation H
You’ll probably shrink in size
So if this makes you pout and cry
I didn’t mean to put you down
Besides someone already wrote a song
About the tears of a clown
I’ve changed my ways in recent days
And try to act with class
If I had run into you twenty years ago
You would have been laying on your @ss
So take your sarcasm somewhere else
And leave our poets alone
And try to find your self-esteem
In a place called the twilight zone.
Dedicated to those who need to
Make negative comments.
Spoken words are what I hear
That sinks into the depth of my ear
What's reflected and brought up later in time
Are the spoken words buried within my mind
Some spoken words really should go far away
Spoken words I don't wanna deal with you today
Spoken words at times can be such a lie
They are said to make you happy, then at moments make you cry
Spoken words, spoken words, you are just so mean
You call me fat and ugly, then use curse words in between
Spoken words are a reminder of what was said back then
If spoken harsh the spoken words are hard for you to mend
Spoken words you stood there directly in my face
You said you'll never leave me, now we're distant with this space
Spoken words can be misused and often times leave you confused
Spoken words, spoken words, I just don't get
Spoken words, spoken words, so full of it
Just to remind you here are a few
Of the spoken words I thought to me was oh so true
"Call me if you need me, I'll be here for you"
But my calls went unanswered, what now am I to do?
Spoken words you said that you were on your way
Spoken words you still haven't made it to this day
Spoken words you said that I would always be your friend
Until my money I decided not to you I want to lend
Spoken words you said at the altar, "I do"
But spoken words I must ask, "Where now are you?"
Spoken words don't know the damage that was done
What was once two for years has now become just one
You said, "I love you, I got you, yeah baby we good"
Could the spoken words you said may have been misunderstood?
Spoken words said, "I'mma change, I'll try"
Spoken words can leave without even saying good-bye
Spoken out of character, out of content, out of text
Spoken words can alter what you will say next
Spoken words can tear you down and even build you up
Spoken words can strengthen you and make you oh so tough
Spoken words should be positive and to do that shouldn't be hard
Spoken words used negative you should totally disregard
Let's be mindful of the words we choose to use today
So spoken words can be remembered in a good and happy way
I love you!