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Premium Member The Instigator

I woke up feeling great today,
alive with joy and energy
Then at the park, to my dismay,
an old She-Devil I did see!

She’s back in town. I’ve got the blues!
Again, I’ll see her smarmy smile.
“It’s great to see you, Hon!” she’ll ooze.
Behind her grin lurk gall and guile.

My friends and I must watch our backs,
where daggers she once plunged in deep.
It’s difficult to foil attacks
by evil. Does it ever sleep?

At sabotage, she’s skilled and slick.
No reputation’s safe with her.
This woman’s warped; she really sick.
If you should meet her, you’d concur!


 
entered in John Hamilton's NA Re-run Contest June 22, 2019

revised for Tania Kitchin's contest It Was a Good Morning Until--
February 11, 2021

March 23, 2021
entered in the It Only Seems That Way contest     placed 7th of 10
Sponsor: Kai Michael Neumann

December 18, 2021
entered in the King-Size Bull Crap Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Charles Messina
Form: Rhyme


Snarling Cup of Coffee Lastest Version

I like to start my day with a hot cup of coffee
I pound down the coffee
First thing I do every day
as the dawning sun
Lights up my lonesome room

Yeah, but not just a simple cup of java Joe, but a God damn snarling sarcastic smarmy cup of coffee

I mean, - we are talking about an alcoholic, all speed ahead, always hot, always fresh, always there when I need it, angry, attitude talk to the hand Ztude, bad, bad assed, beats breaking, beatnik, bluesy, bitter, y, bombs away, capitalistic, caffeinated up the ass, cinematic, communistic, Colombian grown, Costa Rican inspired, Cowabunga to the max, crazy assed, devilishly angelic, divine, divinely inspired, dyslexic, epic, extreme vetting, evil eye, expensive, erotic vision inducing, Ethiopian coffee house brewed, euphoric, freaky, freazoid, foxy, Frenched kissed, French brewed, funkified, foxy lady, graphic, GOD in my coffee, with Allah, Ganesh, Jesus, Kali, Buddha, Christians, Durga, Hindus, Mohamed, Jesus and Mo and their friend, the cosmic bar maid, Sai Babai, Shiva, Taoists,
© Jake Aller  Create an image from this poem.

BazBull killed Test Cricket


Those BazBull bro’s kills what they said they'd save

Chill pill drills ho’s cheap thrills all traditions waive

Rave it's their fave the oldest format what they crave

Pretend that cricket lite ..might a bright future pave

Defend rascals debacles in Oz really was a close shave

Righto was sh*te say goodnight barmy tsunami wave

Did cave in hosts through thick & thin everything gave 

So goodbye to the superfly lie cheerio the final wave 

All a slave to T20 noble sort of this global sport a knave

Can't stave off woes depraved way they did play.. behave

Smarmy army hell bent heaven sent Tests to their grave
Form: Monorhyme

Election, What Election ???

What's the point in voting
it really dosn't count, 
I thought the highest scorer
knocked the others out.
But no,no, no............
I hear you shout
We are the people
we do not count.
Polititians rule the country
that is really true
They really do not listen
to the likes of me and you.
All this,' let the people have a say'
it's a load of rubbish
We all line up in the rain,
to place our'X' to vote and wish....
But it is all in vain I tell you
they won't let us have our say,
they get us in debt,.. we're up to our neck
they promise us this
And give a smarmy smile
and they promise us that
telling more lies, all the while 
when it comes to delivering, huh.......
I dont think they know how the truth is told
they come out with the same excuses
to come clean with truth,...... they're not that bold
Hung parliment...huh
I know who we'd like to hang
Guy Faulks had the right idea
send Parliament up with a 'Bang'
© Jacque Lee  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Yahoo Army Navy Football Game

Awesome to see the 47th President.
And, soon to be, our new, White House Resident!
Being welcomed, warmly at this game,
Number 47…..elected by popular fame.

The USA chose him to run this nation free.
No longer an ugly weaponinzation tree!
War makers who sucked this nation dry.
Better go find another fish to fry.

No wonder Joy Reid shaved her head.
And smarmy,Don Lemon’s career is about dead!
Joe and Mika, please, go cry in your beer.
Endless negativity and lies, ends in our cheers!

                             12/14/2024
    
                          Merry Christmas 
                          Happy Chanukah
Form: Rhyme


First Amendment In Jeopardy

Lifeblood of democracy hemorrhaging
ousting the "FAKE" president only recourse
to staunch impending grim demise,
since forefathers drafted
United States Constitution
ratified more'n two centuries ago

hoi polloi must take to the streets
denouncing severe curtailment
impinging sacred freedom of speech
linkedin with paramount bedrock provision
accessing unvarnished flint stoned "truth,"
nonetheless commander in chief

he quakingly, staunchly, vociferously...
excoriates, lacerates, repudiates...
one damning hermetically sealed,
iniquitous airtight, vacuum packed
flagrant misuse of power,
(not to mention nepotism)

invidious, insidious, injurious... infractions
incontestable, incontrovertible, contemptible...
significant melange in führer
re: hating deplorably
crooked basely barren
factual exposé after another,

deft correspondents all not quiet
along western front
(I heard Maria - mull remark)
bring "to light" execrable,
lamentable reprehensible...
gross transgressions

commander in chief
significantly overstepped
Pulitzer prize winning
prestigious storied publications
scathingly trounced, pillaried,
lambasted, insulted, denounced,

butchered, critiqued, demonized,
fricassed, gored, humiliated,...
pummeled, quartered, reviled
courageously expounding fiend
ensconced within his Taj Mahal

impregnable donjon, whereat he trumpets
laurels asper, nonpareil administration
laying groundless accusations
baring his white fangs,
twittering, naysaying, mocking.. supreme
renown gifted by "honest Abe"

recalcitrant commander in chief,
who refutes objectionable
dogged investigative journalism
every step of the way,
where dedicated news gatherers
risk life and limb

firing line reportage troopers
ferreting (foxlike) he/she
doth gopher precious nuggets
uncover alarming undisputable details
impossible to refute raw bits
agent provocateur freely colluding

immediately hashtashed poppycock
smarmy, snooty, snappy
beastly capital one ogre
blatantly castigating diligent endeavors
oblivious pie in sky
delusional egotistic haughtiness
bobblehead vilified by silent majority.
Form: Ode

Vengeance

Your call is important to us
Says this smarmy bland voice
So please stay on the Line
As if we have any choice
They don’t have many staff now
Just a multi purpose call centre
The logical result of the work
Of that thrice  cursed inventor
Whose greatest brainchild was 
The automated answer machine
One of the greatest time wasters
This world has sadly ever seen.
How many die of apoplexy 
Not having  the resolve
To keep on waiting for
Their query to be solved.
I hope that inventor met 
An excruciating painful death
Lingering  hour after hour
Before taking his last breath
All the time hearing
Over and over again
Your death is important to us
We just don’t know when
Form: Rhyme

Petty Arguments

HER
No matter what I try to do
Things are never right for you
You always make me feel so blue
Even after, what we went through


HIM
Things will never be the same
Till you stop this silly game
You can’t deny, I’ve tried so hard
But you know, you played that card


HER
What about the time you lied
I saw the cheating in your eyes
That stupid grin, with disgrace
I want to punch your smarmy face


HIM
It wasn’t me you stupid ***** 
I watched you fall and get hitched
You flirted with him, all night long
It was you that was in the wrong


HER
Remember that you, threw me out
So don’t you start, you crying lout
Maybe you should sit and think
Cause your attitude, it stinks

HIM
Don’t you talk to me like that!
I knew that you’ll come crawling back
And I didn’t mean to hurt you so
But you crushed my ego!



© Copyright 10th August 2013  K.C.Leake

[email protected]
Form: Rhyme

The Showing of the Ankle

The Showing of The Ankle

Now dashing Sir Giles was a smarmy old geezer
Bold with the women, he knew how to please ‘em
Money no probs and endowed with good looks
It was easy to get into ladies good books
He cast his sights on one such maiden
Her fair curly hair was heavily laden 
Her cheeks were like rose petals, soft and pink
Lips like moist cherries ready to pick
He decided to ask if she fancied a stroll
She nodded assent and put on her shawl
The day was windy, her dress was billowy 
She succumbed to his charm with tresses flyaway
A look of coyness encouraged his ardor
He couldn’t wait to get her back to his parlor
The path was uneven and hard to traverse
Poor Nancy wore shoes unfit for the course
With fine strong hands he steadied her gait
A freak gust of wind caused her frock to inflate
She shrieked and screamed but it was much too late 
To keep the dress in check, instead it flew up
Her rosy cheeks now a reddish pulp
He gasped in horror, she looked a real sight
His beautiful Nancy now not a delight
The hem of the skirt was right round her waist
Her frilly bloomers were not to his taste
But worse he saw her ankles and legs 
Mottled with veins, ungainly old pegs
Like trunks and all covered with hair
Nancy looked down and started to stare
At the feet of Sir Giles which made him glare
He’d forgotten his socks, it was plain to see
She started to titter with excited glee
At the finest ankles she had ever beheld
Eyes affixed she continued to marvel
The man with (not from) fine ankle in view
To show one’s ankle was indeed taboo
Form: Rhyme

Another Sex Scandal Hits the Party of Family Values

Another sex scandal hits the party of family values

Another fall from imperial grace
Another pastor 
Caught in a red hot sex scandal

He claims that his wife 
Had an affair with a pool boy
Who tried to black mail him

The pool boy denies it
Says the man liked to watch
And it was a consensual affair
No black mail at all

But the damage was set
The man 
Was the president
Of a prominent university
An close allay of the President

Who led the evangelical support
For the President
And remains one of his close allay

Preaching that the Republicans
Are the party of family values
But in the end 
People are people
And sometimes
They engage in inappropriate 
Wrongful actions

Sinful actions indeed
Contrary to the teachings 
Of the Christian faith


While preaching the opposite
In their smarmy snarky 
Hollier than thou Attitude 

they are hypocrites
Not following the tenants 
Of the Christian faith
That they so proudly proclaim

In fact not doing what Jesus
 would have done 
Yet another family values preacher
Caught up in a tawdry sex scandal

Now do doubt the president
Will deny that he even knows him
Just the way it is 
It is what it is after all
© Jake Aller  Create an image from this poem.

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