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this Democratic Party affiliated member i.e.
considered (with an eye blink)
positing the following blurb
for a very short while
asper the "FAKE" trumpeting
oaf fish shill offal
continuous, indecorous,
and poisonous barbs doth re vile
me, an anonymous middle aged
concerned citizen at thee...reptile
no...no...that, would
unfairly debase creatures such as
snakes, lizards, turtles, or alligators,
whose aggressive acceptable modes,
one expects tubby non servile
thus in my mind hiss non diss incriminating
cruel, fiendish, gallingly jawboning
mawkish philistine (YES,
I MEAN YOU DONALD Quisling TRUMP)
figuratively roasting
respectable people analogous
to rake them over hot coals
then, burn them at the stake,
which witch trial characters assassination
with point blank expletives
found an introspective chap (yours truly)
responds to broadcast
unflattering sentiments,
albeit swiftly tailored harried, yup,
yar...obnoxious fulminations rile,
said brief explanation motive enough
(occurred within a split second)
after gleaning most recent denigrating,
hurtful, lambasting puerile
verbal and/ or twittering outbursts
(MOST DEFINITELY) unstatesmanlike
at least to me: a circumspect enlightened
genteel individual kind nattering
nabob of nativity, who feels alarmed
at venal wickedness by thee ->
President Trump spluttering, smoldering,
slandering gallimaufry
predicated predictable awfully banal,
cringeworthy diurnal,
and fiercely hurt locker ful invective bile
perhaps indicative of dementia praecox
or smother mental illness,
ye would immediately refute,
and be in din aisle.
You ever had bosses out to sack you
tactic of slandering used to attack you
tell mates bent facts made to think that’s true
until your work and personal life collapse through
They think it their duty to bring you to justice
and it a good act as they always know best
protecting others from your ways unnoticed
I use girls was what my boss confessed
She had authority outside of work
out in a club with a girl she lurked
she told that girl I was a jerk
told that girl I’d leave her hurt
No man in her life
no friends either
authority to strike
all beneath her
that means all alive
as she knows better
She was sacked when she got caught
they hid this fact to protect her
give her power she’ll abuse assault
nasty little Sarah
As dawn softly stirs, wistful musings touch my mind.
A balmy morning mist is silently drifting on the air.
It's as though I've left the wretched world behind.
All I'm able to hear are songbirds singing with flair.
Gratefully, I offer thanks in an early morning prayer.
At the cusp of daylight, when my world is aligned,
there's an aura of peace of which I become aware,
as dawn softly stirs, wistful musings touch my mind.
In these meditative moments I am never inclined
to dwell upon anxieties and burdens that I bear.
No threat of harm bothers me, even when I find
a balmy morning mist is silently drifting on the air.
In these tranquil interludes, I perceive no despair.
I'm free from life's fetters without feeling confined.
I don't dwell on traps or those who set the snare.
It's as though I've left the wretched world behind.
I'm cognizant of the dilemmas that thwart mankind,
hardships and wars. From the fate of these, beware.
There's slandering of innocent ones, those maligned.
All I'm able to hear are songbirds singing with flair.
We must not allow ourselves to be labeled or defined
as a conflicted society when we should show we care.
To living with anarchy, we must not become resigned.
Let's reflect on a better way of life that we can share,
as dawn softly stirs.
June 7, 2022
A Rondeau Redouble Contest
Sponsor: Milt Hankins
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NONE OF MY WORK IS WRITTEN IN ARYAN CATEGORY FOR WORLD PEACE BETWEEN CHRISTIANS AND MUSLIMS THIS URDU CATEGORY MEANS ARYAN LANGUAGE I USE ALLAH FOR WORLD PEACE BETWEEN MUSLIMS AND CHRISTIANS I AM A HOLY WOMAN OF GOD I AM CATHOLIC I AM AN INTERNATIONAL AMERICAN POET BEING BULLIED MY THE CRIME BOSSES OF THE AMERICAN MAFIA ATTACKING ME ATTEMPTING TO EXTORT MY AMERICAN POETRY
I AM AMERICAN
GOD BLESS AMERICA
Cling to the last fragments of your credence
Forgetting all mistakes and faults
Forgiving the critics of their impotence
and slandering those the world exalts
They can lock an animal in a cage
Depriving it of its God-given right
However can never take away its rage
So they instead put it in a vexatious plight
Despite this all and control of a tyrant
Driven by a claim of purity
A claim of which he needs to recant
I would have pity for one with such calamity
But for those who hope wrongdoing on another
And receive from it some sick sense of pleasure
I wish for you a long life and pain in which you smother
For they are great and to them you are of no measure
As comforting the song of an angel calming the rage of the caged animal and setting it free
That same angel's song heals the enraged caged animal's wounds inside of me.
Preferably, today will be a day of the reassess.
We, as a whole, work to clear the street of progress.
To protect our quiet from disdain and slandering,
The ailment appears as a refusal to swing.
I'm trusting that there would be a propensity.
However long we stick to the appropriate strategy.
It is the thrill of faith and the feeling of adhering
Family is something that makes one's heart sing.
May today be loaded up with a lot of approval.
Sharing of realities and insight will be feasible.
We are delighted with the spawn of our avidity.
Seeing family stashes joy and warmth internally.
I pray that God bestows you peace today.
And not let our spurious deeds lead us astray
May we, as a civilization, be blessed beings.
Run and start soaring as if on Eagle's wings.
Written: November 26, 2021
I see the world around me fueled by negativity
Every ant crawls along, hopelessly addicted to something or another
One ant says to me
"We're better than the addicts."
I respond.
"You and I are no different."
We're all addicted
Though our fixes are different
So go on, my closest friends
Condemn them all!
Condemn the alcoholics!
Condemn the junkies!
Condemn the cutters!
Condemn the abuser and the victim!
I see it how it is.
None of us are different
Let me show you through unbiased eyes
Your hypocrisy.
My closest friend, fueled by hate
Using a traumatic experience as an excuse to never advance
Couldn't make it a day without reliving it
Addicted, condemned!
Day after day, slandering junkies
Smoking and snorting and shooting up
You're no different with emotions sustaining you
Addicted, condemned!
My lover, the light of my life, hooked up to the wall
Staring at a screen and condemning the world outside
Cursing all who tear you away
Addicted, condemned!
Alcohol angers you, you call them fools
Forgetting the world outside through nectar in a bottle
You're no different with your electronic soul
Addicted, condemned!
I'm just as bad
Living life after life inside my head
Outside is cold, my worlds are so warm
Addicted, condemned!
I can admit I can't live without my addiction
I can see the beauty in suffering
So go on, you two!
Go on, everyone!
Condemn all you disagree with!
And forget you're just as bad as they are!
The VP Debate
By Franklin Price
10/5/2016
The VP elects were on TV
As a debate it wasn't right
Was a farcical imitation
Might as well have been a fight
Could have been a boxing match
With refereeing quite a botch
Many low blows being thrown
Not to the head but to the crotch
So busy with the slandering
Never heard just where they stood
The only thing I say of note
“ did neither party any good”
Must admit we channel changed
And did not watch it all
We only watched a round or two
Then we made the only call
The worst of all the bad debates
Wasn't hard to say a draw
This entire race for president
Is the worst I ever saw
My English use is questionable
Might say it's even bad
But not as bad as this debate
Now that's off my chest; I'm glad
Written: May 9th 2024
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Opacity prevails in the chasm of my mind,
A subtle maze of torture and straps behind.
Hallucinations waltz within my sight flails,
Whispers of delusions—weave lying tales.
Lost in a world where truth fades away,
Bound by madness, if sanity might sway.
Creeping and crawling—archaic shards seep,
In a recess of gloom—where dreams sleep.
Smooth whispers reverberate, roles unseen,
Taunting, slandering —and sounding obscene.
I grasp onto the shards of an eroded soul,
Elusive, they dodge my grasp and bear control.
Is this an existence or just a heartless game?
Lost in an era of chaos—ingested by shame.
Aspects morph into masks of grief and despair,
I'm drowning in madness, desperate for air.
Paranoia icy grip tightens all around me,
A world of shadows, where danger plea.
I perished in a labyrinth of my proper creation,
Beset by life forms—by nefarious sedation.
A swirling vortex engulfs me in a thrilling haze,
Lost in the winding labyrinth embrace maze.
My plea for relief is ignored and hurled into air,
A whisper of madness—a prayer unheard there.
I'm struck with terror within the gloom,
Enticed by colors large and close, loom.
Reality slips from my trembling grasp,
Fragmented ideas—perhaps the final clasp.
Thus, lost and alone—I drift in amiss,
Madness enslaves me dragging me into abyss.
To grasp of insanity, to gloom I am prone,
As I delve into insanity, I find an ethos to disown.
When war is all there is,
peace doesn't have a chance.
When soldiers are just pawns,
in his diabolical plan.
Who laughs at their suffering,
rejoicing in the game?
He's the tycoon of torment,
the king of pain.
When humans are inhumane,
inflicting torture and shame,
being pleasured by the insane.
Who is happy wounding souls,
who feels their loss is his gain?
He's the magnate of misery,
the king of pain.
When disaster strikes the innocent,
lives go down in flames.
Who hides behind God throwing stones,
slandering his holy Name?
Revelling in the game.
He's the baron of broken hearts,
the king of pain.
Know his name?
S ultan of suffering
A ffliction Emperor
T ycoon of Torment
A che King
N oxious substance
Now you know who is behind all the suffering in the world, the King of Pain!
John Derek Hamilton November 18, 2015