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When the definition of Democracy
Comes negated at both the cost
and price of freedom of speech
And being told what we can and
can not say or do
That to me then becomes an
overreach and abuse of power
Unless you let it be known to the
voting people and general public
as well
And after doing that so to notify
the editors of the dictionary and Wikipedia
But don't waste your time telling
the so called free press or media
They never let the truth get in the
way of a good story and print and
go to press on behalf of there pay
master's
It's the reason why fake news has
flurished is the scourge , bane
and curse and is so prevalent today
A modern 1st World problem
invading our brains from all
directions with subliminal
messages
Otherwise why would would
corporations make such large
election contributions or feel
the need to advertise
Beceause at the end of the day
they are businesses after all
And who but they expect bang
for there buck and a return on
there investment
There are two side's to every
story and the truth is often
somewhere in the middle
Sadly for all of us we only are
told or given one side's version
of a story
And the truth is buried
middle deep in small print
underbeath the staples
Binded hidden from prying
eye's like a fire extinguisher
encased in a glass red box
With the word's written on it
break incase of emergency
When plausible deniability is
the only excuse that will do
and make any sense at all
When you have just used
up the last of your Nine lies
And it's now a minute to the
bewitching hour of ten
And as the age old saying goes
why on earth should or would
we wish to choose the question
The news and what we have been
told if it wasn't true surely that
would not be allowed
Otherwise that means it must
have been green lit by those we
placed our trust in and voted into positions of power
And who on earth of us would
rather prefer not wish or choose to
believe
When the lines between a lie
and reality have now become so
blurred
We simply no longer can not
distinguish bettween them
I hate you now, you did me wrong
I did you till the cows came home,
My friend called and said, ‘’she was through with you’’,
And I was jealous because, "I was weak, and didn't
Have the wherewithal to walk away.!
Now my best friend is leaving me with you.
Leaving me to crave you all alone.
I should have been gone...
You took away some of my ‘’top of the list folks’’-
With your too sweet facade, and I still held on.
Why did I stay? It was your sweet
Soothing ways, comforting me,
Calling me from out of my sleep to rendezvous with you.
I have lost my taste for you.
I am trying to get away from you.
Large portions, ‘’too much sugar for a dime’’.
Killing myself for the desire of you,
Addicted to the thrills you bring.
Sweet thing, I want to hate you.
Sugar, I am trying to hate you it’s simple
I heard that once I let you into my system, you’ll start to cohort
with the enemy and promote cancer inside of my temple.
Sugar, I am done with you; unlike my friends;
I am not willing to die for your, sugary appeal.
Word is you cheat, you like to sneak around inside,
Of once healthy snacks, and cause heart attacks,
Causing joint inflammation and arthritis pain.
Crippling me as you hide in eatable staples,
Appearing as safe. I will spit you out at the table!
I hate you now sweetie- trick no good ...
Don't care that you’re refined:
Never again “knowingly “will I swallow you:
Only for you to consume me as a killer treat.
Sugar" I am dumping you for honey,
And ‘’ my honey can go in raw’’.
‘’ my honey’’ will keep my company
And I won’t even miss you at all.!
Sweet Thang…
See that shiny package, on the upper row
Its base cardboard shelf mate, is not the way to go
There must be embossed letters, of metallic sheen
And it must be shrink wrapped, so it's always clean
Add a few more staples, and a cute twist tie
You know it should be fancy, if I'm going to buy
Prominent the brand name, in colors no less than eight
The text it must be fancy, never print it straight
Don't forget the bar code, or the warranty card
Packed in lots of peanuts, in case if it gets jarred
To deter the wayward, affix a radio tag
Then place your corporate logo, on the check out bag
Beware the competition, don't be such a slouch
For reuse they have added, a see through zipper pouch
Please sprinkle on some glitter, for a final touch
And get a catchy jingle, to make me pay that much
It's a pre-priced package, and we'll buy it in a snap
It's a pre-priced package, and we'll keep coming back
It's a pre-priced package, and we'll buy it in a snap
It's a pre-priced package, and we'll keep coming back
I'll never forget the date, the nineteenth of November
It's etched firmly in my mind, and I'll always remember
It was the day that I had my spinal decompression surgery
And hopefully it would put an end to over a year of misery.
I was struggling to walk, and it was depressing for me
And it was especially frustrating for all my close family
I couldn't go cycling or for walks in the countryside
I just wanted to stay at home and from the world hide.
My journey started with physio, but exercise caused me pain
And I couldn't help but wonder if I'd ever be the same again
My MRI scan showed trapped nerves at the base of my spine
I opted for surgery and the surgeon reassured me I'd be fine.
I arrived at the hospital and was under the care of a surgeon
A renowned Consultant Spinal Neurosurgeon, Mr Faizul Hassan
They put surgical socks on me, along with a hospital gown
Then a porter arrived at nine o'clock to take me down.
They put a mask on my face and then I went to sleep
And it was a quarter to one when I was woken by a beep
A nurse then asked me if I wanted a drink of water
And I thought I'm having an op, maybe I'll have it later.
But I'd had my operation, and I didn't feel any leg or back pain
I was so relieved I'd had it done and I could live normally again
The porter took me back to ward one and the nurses were there
It is their kindness I'll never forget and their excellent care.
And all the surgeons too who performed my operation
They've given me my life back; for them I'm full of admiration
And all the porters, admin staff and auxiliary nurses too
They all play a vital part in making dreams come true.
I'm recovering at home now and post op I've got slight pain
I'm so glad to have had it done; I have plenty to gain
My three daughters and my wife are now looking after me
And I consider myself lucky to have such a caring family.
In a fortnight I've got to have staples removed from my back
Then my back won't feel so stiff, and I'll soon be back on track
And I've got to take it easy for a few months and watch what I do
No heavy lifting of any kind and in six weeks return for a review.
Written on the 23rd November 2023
Dedicated to all the staff at the Royal Orthopaedic Hospital in Birmingham. UK.
In my conclusion to the jury
I make a final statement
now with the evidence I have
there's no debating just procrastinating
why I haven't left her alone
after all of this heartbrake
In my defense I been faithful
even though she left my heart with staples
I loved her unconditionally
despite her effort time & time again to get rid of me
I cared for her vividly
even though she can't answer when I ask
why she did what she did to me
and all the apologies can't take back the fact
she let another nigga stick his man hood
where my seed was resting at... trifling
you can call me disrespectful to women I'll take that
she cheated on me and there's nothin she can do or say
to try and take that back
I was a needle in a hay stack
how good I treated her
maybe that's why her vision of a good man is reflecting blur
that's what I get with giving my heart & soul to her
I know y'all feel how my emotions boil & stir
I was so faithful she was ungrateful
she got stung by niggas all her life
then I came so sweet something like maple
but maybe I was too nice
just too faithful
but one thing I'll always believe
and that's love has this deep hatred for me
but despite what y'all think about me
I know the truth...
COREY ROSS... NOT GUILTY
Along with cadent rhythms of the day,
night crawlers hum like bees around a hive.
Black shadows stretching longer, curve and blend,
to splinter into shards below the bend
Earth swivels axis arms to catch the sun,
and reaches through the depths of sheer chiffon
In languid dusk, a moment we can trust,
to know it will return another day
The sky creates a rim embossed with gold
colliding where cloth staples red to gray
beyond the shade that drapes across the hills
with purple stardust heavens will unfold
But now is time to let light drift away
Our world with weary voice must say so long,
With great anticipation, heads will rest,
tonight when all the tasks are said and done
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ETERNAL SLUMBER
I'm Serving Savory Sacrifices of Soulful Songs,
Soundly Singing psalms so Sonorously:
So-fa-mi-ra-do,
Sweet Songs on my lips Staples,
So far my radio
Shook so many Tables
Souls Scintillatingly Trembles
As feets, mouths and hands Dabbles
Soul-prayerfully we stand so strong like Jambuls
Making my Mumble Mockers go Bunkers,
Mayhem Magnanimously, Murderously Making More Moaners
Including the Stalkers, Scorners and Spoilers,
Inoculate my jesters into the sleep ocean.
Pollute their Motion & Intention with slumbering Potion
Because no fusion to be awaken in life's institution,
Now look at them in their slumbering execution,
They are even doing choreography sleep!
Lol...Sheepishly taken astray like a Shaded Sheep
To be slaughtered by bounded brainstorming breezes, blowing,
Bellowing, bringing bed-time bruises, bad buddies broken,
Shaken, Sailing Straight into Solitary Severe Sleep instead,
Eternally Entangled into Ephemeral Everlasting End.
VickWizzy
Vick Manuel Poetry {VMP}
Copyright© 31st December, 2019.
three o'clock soap
the edge of night
day off from school
partridge family
traveling band
a tv road show
televised
landing of the moon
reloading cheese plate
warm country feelings
littlest house
on the prairie
star trek
interstellar adventure
before homework
reciting lessons
during carol burnett show
queen of improv
sunday night
with ed sullivan
~ old flannel pj's
columbo
trench coat and cigar
adjusts rabbit ears
the birds vertigo
alfred hitchcock clocks in
creepy shadows
sonny and cher
sassy lip service
do not try at home
bedtime lights out
good night
waltons
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
I must admit that I ain't very handy with hammer and nails,
And am hopelessly at sea when figurin' technical details.
As to fixin' things with fancy tools, I haven't a clue,
But I'm a whiz at usin' duct tape, balin' wire and super glue!
Tho' it's somewhat unwieldly and it sure ain't too ornate,
Balin' wire can be used in an emergency as hinges for a gate!
'Tis perfect for securin' the droopin' bumper on my automobile,
And for supportin' the saggin' muffler, balin' wire is ideal!
No doubt you'll bond at least two fingers together, 'tis true,
But, Oh! The myriad of things to be fixed with super glue!
'Tis good for repairin' artificial teeth when in a pinch,
And for mendin' broken shards and earrings, 'tis a cinch!
How can we ever thank the feller who invented duct tape enough!
It holds the universe together! Life without it would be tough!
It'll patch anything, gag a spouse, keep a man's toupee in place;
Why! It was even used to repair Apollo 13 in outer space!
With these marvels of the modern age I can tackle any situation,
Fixin' things with simple application and heady innovation.
Why should I be thwarted usin' nails, screws, staples and such,
When duct tape, super glue and balin' wire are my sturdy crutch!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired (© All Rights Reserved)
It's halloween I'm babysitting, little horrors crawl from their cradles
I'm not a happy chaperone, these kids are becoming quiet unstable
Frankenstein's unscrewed some bolt, his head's hanging by a cable
Dracula drank five Bloody Marys, now he's talking complete babel
Wolf-boy's climbing walls, I nailed his paws rendering him incapable
Wicked witch's making potions, with soiled diapers and sugar maple
The crazed Mummy's eating bandaids, he looks even more disabled
Evil twins are slashing each other's faces, I'm running out of staples
Skinny skeleton kid's choking to death, stuffing his face with bagels
The exorcist cannot stay still, keeps spinning her head on the table
Johnny's home! chopping doors, I'm outta here my heart's not able
Halloween Monorhyme Contest Poetry Contest
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10/30/2021