Long Spiting Poems
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Endearing Ms Eilish not willy nilly a silly Billie got her wish despite the stares
Crys of why guys are there any let alone so many glutton button billionaires?
Not adhering to age old sage adage share if you've enough stuff to spare
Uncouth domineering untruths sold smearing sleuths as society tears
Sneering about profiteering mining shining spiting climate crisis scares
Cheering racketeering careering all about that flocks stocks & shares
Leering snares creatives gold left bereft fearing they're not their flair heirs
Persevering with cold jeering at hearing protests that then fold no one cares
Scold civic critics nearing the facts spearing by acts.. pacts & unfair flares
Cost of disappearing rare species now just pieces of faeces in their lost lairs
Searing temperatures rearing still somehow our despairs never even airs
Gearing up for the veering apocalypse peering as the sun stun gun glares
Must be bold steering pioneering derring do clearing these nightmares
Who dares volunteering to stop the interfering engineering by the billionaires?
wife beater
cheater
a man whom commits domestic violence
against his spouse
or long term female partner in house
Physical abuse by husband or male companion No good cheater
Extreme jealousy
Possessiveness unpredictability
spiting hitting baggy pants
lying cheating man
prideful, denying
bounties full of dissentient
misogynist terrorist
hypocrite demonic
Wide brim hat sugar daddy
a spoiled mama's boy anti-feminist
a man whose prejudiced against women
strongly despises and dislikes
a rolling stone, leaving no address he rome
cheater
wife beater
11/13/23
For No 1257 New Poem Only Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
If you want to talk smack
Best bring your , A - Game Jack
I know everyone hate's to see a grown man cry
But you have chosen to do battle with Mr Fly
Sorry Standard rules don't apply to me
I have been spiting since the age of 3
And boy are the ladies into me
They wont let me be
If I was in 1 Direction
My nickname would be Mr Heaven
I have been dating since I was 11
And old enough to Diss
Young pretenders such a you
You may have seen 8 miles over a thousand times
But you are about to be schooled
I don't tolerate fools lightly
My suits fit tightly
I bath in my enemies tear's fortnightly
I play golf for fun
I have a suntan but not from the sun
My surname is a trademarked Brand
I own swathes of public land
1 , 2 , 3
Listen very carefully to me
I am the Donald
I eat Salad at Mcdonald's
I fill Paper Columns
My hair is wavy
I am popular with the ladies
I only travel on Air Force 1
And I spit on Twitter
I am the F-American President
How do you like me now ?
Look who is laughing now ?
Mic Drop
Dr. P.D. Feel Good vs.' Doc the Poet (#2
Doc, you can keep wearing my CROWN.
It goes perfect with your pink hospital gown.
I am the one that damaged and demolished all your goods
Now you’re like a tr@mp roaming the hoods
Diagnose your poetry under a form of drug abuse.
If you want to be a real princess, cover up them bruise.
Step into my office, -I'm the Dr. Feel Good of abuse.
My assistant will stamp and shave you like a sheep.
With the consumption, you’re not for human use.
Doc, I will be your worst nightmare.
My ambush of words will leave you in fear.
My assistant Nathan will leave you babbling,
As he gives you a PAP SMEAR.
You cannot escape my mental destruction gear.
STUTTERING as you get donkey punched in the rear.
You will cry for mercy as I hammer in your head.
Begging my assistant to put you out of misery.
Screwing with your mind, laughing at your history.
Cooking your words like chicken cacciatore.
Forgetting to add herbs to your so-called poetry.
Now who is the one with the ALZHEIMER'S poetry disease?
Now I have you on your knees.
Making you suffer while you foam at the teeth.
Spiting my speech disorder all over your face.
Your slam has no speed to continue with this race.
You’re nothing but a rat, running thru my maze
My assistant is setting traps in your house
Starving and making you trip like an experimental mouse.
Crushing your amphetamines high thread.
I'm going to take your poetic head,
Cram it into the hospital bed.
Awe Doc, All them tears I will make you shed.
Doc, your poetry will be crying for mercy instead.
My pen will inject you a poetic black and blue full of lead.
Refusing you Penicillin, for your infection, over bled.
Adding salt to your wounds, screaming (DR. P.oetic D.read!)
All in time Doc, you will fear me until you go brain dead
Asking for an over dose wishing you were dead.
Knowing that Dr. P.D. Feel Good~is laughing in her head.
By the time, you snap to, I am still way ahead of you.
by;p.d.
You hear it on the TV these days,
and sadly in the classroom,
fools running down America,
proclaiming that we deserve doom.
Ignoring that all their rantings
in other lands would get them shot,
so determined to play victim
they’re all forgotten what they’ve got.
They very nation they despise
is what protects their lambasting,
you won’t find such freedom elsewhere,
America is the brass ring.
You see it in foolish children
who say everything’s about race,
it’s not entirely their fault,
iheir professors taught them to hate.
Thinking that their ‘identity’
is defined for them by their birth,
falling into the same damn trap
that has ravaged so much of Earth.
The whole point of America
is to free you from such stupid things,
don't squander the chance to be you,
the great blessing of the brass ring.
You see it in politicos
who endlessly rant, and deplore;
any who don’t fit their ideals,
they demonize loud, or ignore.
So convinced they own history,
they cannot admit that they’re wrong,
that no ideal solves all problems,
that the counter-voices belong.
Spiting on the Consitution,
endless in their damn meddling,
so hungry for power and fame
that some would destroy the brass ring.
You see it in the tech-fascists
and assorted media twits,
who can’t look at a new idea
without trying to censor it.
Thinking they can force us to
accept all of their strange ideals,
believing that their very words
can alter everything that’s real.
Not seeing any problem with
the vicious act of censoring,
thinking that they’re ‘beyond’ free speech,
they’d love to silence the brass ring...
CONCLUDES IN PART II.
So many voices, justice yelling a me;
Cussing me out, men still shooting man
They just keep on, shooting at me;
Yet spiting in my face, men still shooting man
I said halt, the brother says what's UP
Bang I got shot, Cussing me out, men still shooting man
Maybe I didn't hear ya!
He says louder, what it is man
Yet urinating at my feet,
that's not the way to greet me
men still shooting man
HappenN to be no enemy.
My judgement have none
Got no hell for them
Veins in contact bleeding on my glasses
Bloody eyes can't see
They just keep on, shooting at me;
Yet spiting in my face, men still shooting man
I said halt, the brother says what's UP
Bang I got shot, Cussing me out, men still shooting man
Finally a bullet takes me out
I stop breathing I am dean
Eyes closed open them
I'm now in the presents of Jesus
He say's your vacations over son you're going back home
Maybe I didn't hear ya!
He says louder, what it is man
Yet crying at my feet,
Wiping my tears off with their hair
that's not the way to greet me
At the golden gates I am celebrate
As the Father and Angels greet me
Welcome back home Son
Hallelujah
written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2022
Sometimes, it’s hard to find a way
to keep on fighting
with all the windows of the world
no longer lighting
the road ahead in shadowed bend
and only spiting
any chance I seem to hold on happiness
Sometimes, It’s hard to really say
what I’ve been thinking
with all the chaos of the world
forever shrinking
determination with frustration
only sinking
any chance that I can hold on to my dreams
And then again, sometimes, I find myself
encouraged
when I can feel the sun and see the life
it’s nourished
it’s then, that I can once again
let flourish
every thought that what I need will come to me
Coffee of flop poem
Dear readers,why do I again come to you to share coffee, you know
She left me with the Cup of empty,
Daily My pain of memories of our love
Become a Seed of coffee
She left by giving me silence shock
Ages are brought down with white beard
I am in shock that my mother Durga Kali consoled me to chew the bubble gum of spirituality A smile mother how to spit it off?
Spiting is a bad habit.
You and I in this beautiful world.......
Mother I scold you never ever abuse you secret,
........ dear readers I hope you enjoyed the time
Durga Kali Devi need to call me out of content
New year new poem the coffee of flop poem
With love all
OM jagdish bajantri0
Cast out the beast
The beast is on the throne
While it breath out
too many troubles in the world
But Who is to save the world
With all this calamities
Of the beast in form of men
For Our freedom is so far
Far away from our souls
As the beast rules
With it iron hand
So disaster will
Always dwell among human
Cast out the beast
The beast is on the throne
On the throne controlling
every ways Of our life's
It created a high wall
So we could be below
It evil powers all the time
It created ignorance
So we could kill each other
It build alot aggressive possession of wealth
So the weak could be a
Slave forever to money
The beast is every where
Where there is no justice
Is the comfort of the beast
Cast out the beast
The beast is on the throne
On the throne of it wickedness
destroying humanity
With the fire of hate
Killing the peace in us
With the fear of the unknown
Spiting out flames of isolation
With it out comes of wars
In africa
As it marks world wide
It been too long
Humans have ever seated
On the throne of humanity
As we desire to look upon
Them that are supreme
Is ovious human are never
found any longer
If there is one
Is a beast in disguise
Cast out the beast
The beast sit on the throne
On the throne of our desire
For peace justice and freedom
the beast sits upon
No wonder love is so scars
Everywhere today
The beast dont love
Either does it rule to protect it
The beast is every where
I know it lives in those
Living in high place's
It lives in killers, greedy paparazzi's
Corrupt mongo's
and in every evil people
Everywhere
The throne of the beast
Is not far from human
The throne of the beast
Lives in humans mind
And soul
So when you see us
Chanting and screaming
Of justice
We are just tired of the beast
So we need to recover our
Hopes back to it destiny
We need change the beast back to human
And if that could be achieve
All we need do is in every high places
We oath to
Cast out the beast
Click in an instance the human volcano erupts
From a distance, feel the sudden switch of countenance
So hot the magma boils
from inside it wont wait to spill over
Looking with intensity yet blind with rage
The feeling on stage acting as salvage
The entire sense of reasoning caged
Unreasonably out of gauge
Just then if not controlled
Boooommm!!!
Bloody lava flows out spiting wildfire
so fast mistakes happen
leaving evidence of ashes
sssshhhhhh!!!!!
it cools, and beclouding smokes disappear
the senses awake and the eyes brighten.
Never say it was the work of the devil cus he may be asleep.