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In defence of Donald Trump
How does one write about the indefensible? A person, so vulgar brass and
egocentric lusting for power; Yes, I think of Donald Trump, the impossible.
Why is it after being banned by the press and Twitter, he is now more popular
than ever before, it is, I think, because he speaks the language people understand
He knew his enemy and how to appease them by putting the embassy in Jerusalem
get the Israeli off his back, knowing how much power in America they yielded.
But Israel got a whiff of his thinking of them press betted on another horse,
America first, the Americans living away from Washington Get it and will vote for
him at the first opportunity.
The majority of true Americans are not stupid; they know the reality of being prisoners
of Washingtons Jewish influence, America first, is a rallying call to make people free
of the poisonous influence of Israel.
They know this, the people of the plains, the prairies of America are not free before
the land is free of the occupations of the true America.
Yes, we do share our dreams,
of course we leave out the inadmissible,
the dark alcoves and the flying monkeys.
At breakfast I scratch in a notebook,
doodle questions like
why I feel a duck-billed platypus
is still nibbling my brain?
I remember then the billabong and the ‘jolly swagman’
all of whom party-crashed my REM-sleep.
I ask: did you dream in the night dear?
“Flamingo” she says tersely
as if I were prying too deep.
After a pause,
“You ran over my pet flamingo
with that big stupid truck of yours.”
I thoughtfully buttered some toast.
“It was the flying monkey’s”
I reply weakly.
Black Manta and Jayna sing's
Sexy Mermaids
Written By: Dristter A. Niente
and Lex Luthor
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"because of its inherent qualities
I don't know what to say
the ship in the harbor
follows me
every step of the way
it might sound crazy
maybe I'm insane
I saw blackbeard neath the pelmet
just the other day
I aint got no issues
she replaced theJolly Roger
with a pink and blue pelmet
I saw her blackbeard
I couldn't look away
thar she blows
I know there I go
Neath the pelmet
I saw blackbeard
Dobros get your jolly
she told us all
strangers in the night
a ship big and tall
thar she blows
and there I go
i saw a blackbeard neath her pelmet
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ple growth wood and cured resin
gives it it's sound
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The making of the Scarecrow is a documentary
Narrated by Lex luthor
I hurt at night, in the quiet and dark,
I hurt with the earth, stars and moon,
Alone and empty, torn apart from inside,
I pick at my emotional wound,
And I can’t hide away, pretend it’s OK,
Can’t hide it behind a fake smile,
At night I’m alone to answer to me,
I’m the judge judging over my trial,
“You see, I was in love, your honour, dumb, stupid love,
But ‘Love’, it never loved me back,
So ‘Love’ threw me out, like a small paper doll,
My love was under attack,”
My love made me say some horrible things,
Some things that should never be said,
So now, every night, in this cold silent room,
These thoughts battle inside of my head.
Stinky Stan the dustbin man
Was always less than fragrant
The aroma hung like cattle dung
And he looked like a vagrant
If you saw Stanley at his work
You’d never call him posh
He wore the same clothes everyday
And never seemed to wash
Our Stanley wasn’t stupid though
In every days collection
He’d find some bits worth having
And soon had a fine selection
Then, one day Stan the dustbin man
Decided to retire
Took his dirty working clothes
And tossed them on the fire
Had a haircut had a bath
A nice hot shower, then
Didn’t feel too different
So, he did it all again
He gathered his collection
All neatly catalogued
Took it to the sale room
Where it was promptly flogged
The piece de resistance was
A painting of a man
He didn’t know the artist
But the experts said Cezanne
It made a pretty penny
In fact a lot of money
So Stanley’s leaving Blighty
For somewhere warm and sunny
© John W Fenn 28-08-2009
Form:
Disintegrated
Red Tears , Create a Black Lake
Where my Heart now swims
You may Kiss your Bride : I raise HER veil, see the essence of my universe
Wrapping my arms around Her; drawing Her closer, We kiss our tongues dance
The eyes, ears the depths of my soul ; screaming “Rejoice; our host is Whole
I remember Our Wedding Dance a Rhapsody to Eternity, the rest of the day
A soporiferous trance
I remember the last Beautiful Picture I ever Felt of “ L E N O R E “
My host was standing on the Shuffle-Board Court talking with Mr. Adams
His only “FATHER” - in law : Respectfully my host gazes beyond “TO LENORE”
Standing by the railing on the main deck a few feet below : He glances and catches
THE flash in LENORE’s Green Eyes : the mirrors of HER SOUL a silhouette :
Against the Sun standing upon his own reflection Smiling at His smile : I Smile
Sending LENORE ‘s Heart a whisper : a LOVE Song; Singing of our FOREVER
A Toast to MRS LENORE ELLEN(Adams)JOHNSON The Heartbeat of my SOUL
Her eyes bypass me to her Daddy, I nod my appreciation, He nods Saying call me D A D
OUR eyes revert to LENORE who raises her glass which flies from her hand: I glimps
As a sailing boom sweeps across the main deck Hearing the wails of fear and pain
The boom lifts LENORE up and throws Her over the Railing I glance at DAD “FROZEN
In that second of time” I tore off my cummerbund tie and my shoes “All HANDS on Deck
ALL HANDS ON DECK Man Overboard I start to leap as the arms of a monster puts me in a
Bearhug
I can’t break through “ Let me go YOU stupid M___er - F___er Please LET ME GO I cried
PLEASE
Alpharhymitize
(the first alpharhymized poem – by definition)
By Franklin Price
2/26/2017
Alpharhymitize - I think I've coined a word
Because it is most likely, one that you have never heard
Can you think about it? Have you heard this word or not?
Don't believe it is a thing, thought I'd give this word a shot
Each word has an origin, thought I'd give this one a go
For you to make one also, just think and make it so
Get in your mind, a thought or two, a new word you can make
Have a definition also, to make some sense, for goodness sake
I don't really give a crap if it's stupid or it's quaint
Just don't present it as a new word, if you know it really ain't
Kangaroo is taken, so is aboriginal digeridoo
Look elsewhere to find another, to find something that is new
May find it as a new name for a plant or element
Not always found on purpose, some are found by accident
Only by trial and error, can you make a word that's new
Preposterous or simple, it is something you can do
Quit trying hard and slow down, you will find it in your head
Remembering is very hard, you should write it down instead
Simple words or hard ones, are for you to perceive
Then go and find some other folks, whom you can make believe
Unless you bring the word up front, and bring it to the fore,
Very unlikely, it will be used, that you will make the score
When you have coined a brand new word and put it on the page
Xerox some copies, send them out, tweet to make it all the rage
You will never know, unless you see how it will fit
Zero will always happen, if you don't get down to it
Alpharhymitize – to compose a rhyming poem beginning the first line with “A” and each subsequent line with the next letter of the alphabet until “Z” begins the last line. Poem must rhyme in couplets.
Fat Freddie was a farmer, his favourite food was beans
He’d eat them morning, noon and night - they featured in his dreams
His friends were always wary as Freddie produced so much gas
Freddie would fart furtively then claim it wasn’t from HIS ass
Five friends of his were furious and called Freddie a stupid dork
To stop his farting issue they fitted Freddie with a huge cork
Fat Freddie’s tum grew larger, he looked like he’d explode
But his wind was put to good use... he’d pop the cork whenever it snowed
Fat Freddie was employed in winter to help to clear the roads
The reward for his work was paid in beans - the road sweeper gave him loads!
My Tongue Twister is...
Fat farmer Freddie farted furtively in front of five furious friends!
Tongue Twister time Contest
Sponsored by Mystic Rose
10~31~16
How do I acquire a place where I can forgive?
How can I stop blaming myself for my mistakes?
I can't recall the version of "Intrinsic", but it's conflictive,
None can quash them If you can't forgive rattlesnakes.
It's difficult to forgive wrongdoers who won't swage,
It's cruel to excuse inner suffering from a rapist's rage,
It's difficult to grace louts who have killed your family,
Spirits will not retaliate but can whip you clearly.
No, I'm not a saint; failure is not the same as forgiveness.,
That doesn't refer I must trust or favor the chorus,
He seems angel but he throws his seat through the window,
He is tiled with a shabby female tattoo on his elbow.
I felt vulgar, stupid, and useless,
Close to the leech and slimy worm, that's sageness,
Every smile contains a malicious chart, so I lack faith,
I endure on wobbly legs, wiping away tears and scathe.
How can I resist the urge to do things right?
Some people mind me a skeptic. My kids guess I'm bright,
In fact, they suppose I'm an incredible winner,
If they view suffering, it will improve my manner.
No one understands what I endure,
I am not in a position to reveal such rancor,
I'm tired of seeing and living a shabby life,
I wanted a widely used headline in some rife.
The tombs of our ancestors are everywhere,
Earth's soil is the body's dust, walk lento, and care,
The suffering of death is greater than the joy of birth,
O cooing doves bestow to the weeping, some mirth.
Some actions are held liable, but none are shrewd,
Every devout soul has a past, and every deceiver is lewd,
Who can you forgive if not the toughest opponent?
You are fully ungrown with this Atonement.
The blast radius of your grief can harm the soul,
What if the people around you are shown a rays hole?
What if you cling to someone else's roots to be injured?
It all begins with a runic visceral fear of the biohazard.
I select my destiny and discover myself,
Say farewell to my harsh youth with purity and pelf,
Today I saw the opposite of what you taught me,
I also forgive you for everything before I flee.
1st Place Contest Win.
Written: June 25, 2022
Forgiveness Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Anoucheka Gangabissoon
(“Citadel of Light Merit Badge”, 2016, original pen and ink)
Have you noticed
How it’s become a thing
To expect others to be as stupid as you
And then when they aren’t
Label them with whatever moniker
Of hatred their unvirtue deserves,
Like “racist”, “fascist”, “whateveraphobe”?
The virtue of fools
Is that whatever they think and say and do
Must be virtuous
Because of course, they are virtuous
Simply by being,
Which is, of course, simply
Why they are fools.
The stupid, like the dead, have two things in common
Neither know they are,
And neither know what they are missing.
What is virtue you say?
Whatever it is that fulfills your purpose
The fulfillment of which
Separates the foolish from the wise.
(6/30/26)