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Believing Covid has to be
a plan hatched by humanity
hoaxing a deadly disease
To which we've no immunity
One to see our freedoms cease
or fraud shaping economies
controlling all within a peace
One rule for all in all countries
Means you think it is mans creation
A vast fictitious fabrication
toward desired destination
benefiting every nation
A theory of simplicity
controlling all submissively
abiding voluntarily
united in a unity
But in its practicality
A paradox of boundaries
to have planned actualities
Bound for eventualities
This simplistic conspiracy
a variable complex mystery
Which in all probability
a near impossibility
Covid's true seems much more likely
when conspiracies weigh lightly
and the truth shines logic brightly
whilst conspiracies end blindly
A peaceful dawn in a verdant rainforest
Stretching and lowering their head submissively
Two tiger cubs in a fun frolic play and kittens yowl
Actively under trees, limbs, and leaf brushes passivity
Hugs, scratches, bites, and tiger growls
Along comes a black heart face gibbon
Swinging from branch to branch in high-speed
No tail, arms as long as his body like ribbons
Teasing he joins in “You can’t catch me! Yes indeed!”
Swinging from branch to branch in high- speed
Reaching for the cubs as fast as he could
He pulls their ears and pulls their tail to take heed
Can't seem to get enough of play since he began
The cubs jump and stretch and extended their claws
With all their efforts falling back to the ground with no avail
They suck and draw breath playing hide-seek to get their jaws
on the gibbon. From behind, the gibbon stood on the ground
and pulled their tails
They turned and chased as fast as they could and failed
Worn out conveying a lack of interest they walked away
Swinging from branch to branch in high-speed he stopped and inhaled,
“Where are you going? He wailed.
I’m not done playing?
Come back to play another day. “
3/13/2020
9/9/2016 added top line
Very rarely will you ever see,
anyone who hates money more than yours truly.
"Well, If you don't want your money,"
they say to me constantly,
"you can always give it to me."
They don't even hear themselves sadly,
not realizing that money, are the chains that enslave everybody.
Consider this;
You and I are captives, shackled at our feet,
secured to a solid steel post buried 100 feet deep,
with only 10 feet of chain to wander our way,
fed a glass of water and slice of bread only once each day,
while just out of our reach lies an amazing buffet,
of a great variety of food and beverage unattended everyday.
Delirious I scream out, "I wish I didn't have these chains!"
and that's when the other captive generally would exclaim,
"If you don't want your chains, you can always give them to me,
then I could get to that buffet just out of reach."
The guard on patrol appears suddenly,
approaching both of us very menacingly,
and walks directly to yours truly,
and asked rather demandingly,
"Do you want this one to have your chains? Answer Me!"
"Yes, please," I begged sheepishly,
so he removed my chains and added them securely,
to the other captive that had accompanied me.
You reach that buffet and consume with great gluttony.
"That buffet will all be gone inevitably,"
said the guard to the already petrified yours truly,
"and once it's gone this one is going to die horribly,
because this is the last meal this one will ever see."
Afraid, I ask submissively,
"What now is to become of me?"
The guard looked me in the eye and said sternly,
"You have been released from your chains. You are free."
I guess I was in shock initially,
but the guard snapped me out of it immediately.
"What's the matter!? Do you not want to leave!?
Get The Hell Out Of Here! GO, You're Free!"
.. maybe this isn't the greatest analogy,
to express my true contempt for money,
and how stupid people sound when they say to me,
"If you don't want your money you can give it to me."
I’m out to reel in the limelight
as I rhyme tight with sublime might,
filling each line each time without decline
as I climb to a blinding height,
a magical skill of a mastermind shining bright
with dynamite scaling up til miniscule and out of sight,
this is a mystical tale of frightless fight to feisty flight.
Before this I lived in the shadows,
born to be worn hopeless like a saddo,
wearing a beard in bed buried in a burrow,
each today, each yesterday and each tomorrow.
I was stuck in a bubble
contaminated by sorrow,
self destructive in trouble
encapsulated and narrow,
under impact I stumbled
collapsed and fell low,
fractured and crumbled
to be an isolated fellow.
I was falling at speeds that feed friction,
ingredients fire needs in ignition,
sparked into a fireball in free fall,
and out darted a need for survival,
these incidents the mind's designed for,
in a spiral my instincts went primal.
I went from deprived of a drive that life should provide,
to the arrival of survive with no thought to thrive.
Admittedly a little bit of me
could see I had an ability
that was missing ambition to mission
so it lived submissively
in submission.
I started to mine my mind and be mindful,
dug up strength deemed unfindable.
As I exposed my core a force sped forth,
a desire to war poured forward to dwarf
what rivals and install a sure feel of reward,
after I stop this soaring fall to the floor.
Apply my whole mind to try
and stop this nose dive
of a fireball in the sky,
if I couldn’t fly I’d glide
until control was verified
and my wings opened wide.
Dashing out the ashes the Phoenix Rise,
detached from what crashes into land from the skies,
I’m out of this world, The Phoenix Lights,
a marvellous presence with presents for eyes.
I’m Nick Trim they called me a thicky,
I seemed dim they took the mickey,
they made me look silly, it wasn’t tricky,
but I learnt tricks at risk conflict me.
Now I’m the trickster that’s off the Rictar,
flicking the switch to be the victor.
I'm Nicholas Trim and I'm stupendous,
the way I rhyme is just Trimendous.
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2025.04.28
It takes two to tango.
It is very true, if you believe otherwise,
You are naive and a simple minded soul.
It applied to all the keeping promises too.
I made so many on my own will,
Devotedly to someone I loved, adored or idolatry
Ended up breaking my promises frivolously and painfully.
That was because I wanted the very best,
Of the life for the person I liked.
Unfortunately, they could not imagine what I could.
They didn't appreciate what I prepared for them.
It takes two to tango, I believe so.
One person in full control to navigate gently,
The other submissively respect the guide through partnership.
They should appreciate the wonderful and melancholy moment.
The music and the rhymth in the background.
The twirls, arches, kicks and the lifts
The choreography may include hug, groove and sweep,
Be authentic, exotic, seductive of contacts or gestures.
All nicely sashayed by the two devoted dancers.
My late friend AP, accordingly to his word,
He loved music, singing and ballroom dance floor.
Where he picked up beautiful single young girls.
He and I had huge gaps in age,
Impossible to do tango or any other moves.
We had the serious wish in our mind,
But different in height and the physical fitness.
Deter our dream to be dancing partners.
BB has two left feet, good with fingers,
Constantly sit at the desk surf on internet.
I loved to have one dance with him,
Swayed to the sound of the drum's beats.
That could only happened in my wildest dream.
Last but not least, came along Mr Vanish
Who could have been quite a suitable candidate.
Possessed perfect figure in height, build, and appearances,
But I couldn't afford with his vanishing proclivity,
Despite there might have mutual passions and desires,
He couldn't be trusted in any dancing styles.
Therefore, inarguably, it really takes two to tango,
It requires the two could act as one,
Whether with full body contact or partially embracing,
The body, mind and movements together as one.
It takes both body and mind to perform.
Simple and or complicated dance patterns.
I awkwardly, ineptly, and submissively fumbled thru life...,
whereat purposefulness rarely gained traction
Fatherhood (half my life time ago)
bolstered reasonable rhyme
manifesting itself before
these myopic bespectacled eyes.
Infancy, babyhood, and Childhood
evidenced, noticed, and witnessed
adequate basic provisions,
and no shortage of food
engendered dynamic cohesion
allowed, enabled, and provided
"mama's boy" imbued,
and attempted to compensate
being socially withdrawn
posting and answering
personal classified advertisements,
(while marital vows
long since pledged),
now in hindsight such risqué
communiqués juvenile and lewd
sense and sensibility
of healthy emotional, mental
and physical natural maturation
social withdrawal did occlude
invariably classmates found
lack of responsiveness rude.
Additionally, yours truly
never field tested
self reliance skill sets,
but rather overstayed his welcome
livingsocial with parents
at 324 Level Road,
whose patience he sorely tested
ofttimes giving rise
since hashtagged as
dad's infamous midnight lectures
heavily referencing expletives
which vituperative ultimatums
extemporaneously delivered courtesy
paternal linkedin progenitor of mine
when the doomsday clock struck twelve
allowing, enabling, providing
standing room only
promising colorful denunciatory epithets
assaulting, cannonading, firing...
exploding character assassination
verbal thermonuclear bombs squarely
lobbed at unemployed sole son,
his/him offspring afflicted then (three
plus decades ago and now)
with debilitating anxiety/
social panic, palmar hyperhidrosis,
body dysmorphia, and
irritable bowel for starters.
I (a rather meek individual)
stood still as a statue
silently weathering such
blistering, calumniating, excoriating,
fulminating, haranguing brickbats
upon a rather docile doodler with words,
who essentially internalized
torturous barrage vacuous warnings
to shape up or ship out,
which mother and father dearest
doled out their version
of abusive traumatic boot camp
survival mode qualified
as invisible contusions, fractures,
infarctions, lesions, obstructions
and ruinations upon psyche.
Indoctrination courtesy pledge of allegiance
occurred every morning soon after I arrived
at grade school, a little boy namely Matthew
Scott Harris remembers obligatory recitation
mindful to keep right hand over left breast to
experience the beating heart, not knowing re:
son nor rhyme, neither giving a fig, but meekly,
passively, and submissively heeding parochial
ideology, fidelity, civility to an abstract principle
to honor symbolic representation of life, liberty,
and pursuit of happiness and though grateful
to live in a country with intimations of democracy,
I now recognize absolute zero equality (one
hundred percent hypocrisy – admitted hyperbole)
prevails concerning, kickstarting, underscoring
inalienable rights towards marginalized people:
such as those of color (endowed by their creator
because their melanocytes produce different
amount and kinds of melanin), differently abled
people (once again gifted courtesy procreative
powers) favored by chance distribution of genetic
traits to acquire aptitudes, dispositions, headstrong
manifestations, skills, (albeit academic, anarchistic,
artistic, atavistic, athletic, autistic...), and those
individuals defying gender stereotypes, (which
generalizations mainly long foster discrimination.
Eerily, I seem to wake
At the droning dusk
To feed my hate
To quench my lust
To salvage the young
And drink them clear of their sweet rum.
Hauntingly, I approach.
As quiet as a rodents burst
Danger sends its shuddering calls
But a new victim still responds
He arrives in all uncertainty
Every step revealing an immaculate beauty.
The steady rhythm of his heart
Soars gloriously as the distance departs
How entranced he seems at the sight
Of this dainty maiden lost on this deep dark night
He smirks finally in victory
As he lifts her head to calm her imploringly
The sound of the wine
She hears within
Her thirst commands her to begin
Summoning the demon to arise again
And in her haste she embraces him
His musky scent mingling with her skin
In control he smirks again
Obliviously sinking closer to her chin
Ah! How perfect it all seems
He moves so enthusiastically
Ah kiss that rests between her breasts
In rapture she moans his sweet success
How naïve my child you have been
To fall for this beauties charms, such a sin.
Her fangs revealed in all luminosity
Kissing his neck she groans pleadingly
Swift as a cat she sinks them in
Drinking this wine, that’s so sweetly divine
In fear he screams, so diligently
Like every other victim, so obediently
Finally submitting to this sweet end
He is charmed much more, and he starts to soar
She holds him closer presuming it best
And devours his existence so full of zest.
As death opens to him her inviting gates
He pleads with this beauty to reconsider his state
“Take me alluring beauty, take me with you
I sell my soul submissively to you
Take me sweet princess, oh princess of death
Make me like you, ever so gently I beg.”
Alarmed yet unfocused
She cries once again
“I shan’t my sweet child, this I must forbid.
For a life till eternity, is something I do not wish
So lonely and vile, an existence it is
So addictive and filthy and sickeningly dismissed.”
“Forgive thee, my child.
I render not this
But, kiss ye goodbye
So thou can attain endless bliss.”
With those words, death claims her mesmerizing win
Once again victorious she returns to her inn.
So still with sorrow, but radiant with her feed
She is swept away by the dawn
As it arrives so steadily
Come sleep my ravenous one, rest your demonic self
Sleep ever so peacefully,
So you may rise to feed once again.
By
Amanda.M.Miller
I love your dramatic days
your arms around my waist
Ballad upon my legs
Succulent vapor breath now breath
with me
Turn schemes with me
Dry CPR ambulance light scene with me
Dream with me
Spirit seemed to be
Intertwine together deep connected seas to be
back to deep dive diving keep to me
embrace with me lyrical pat down ecstasy
Is to be speak things suppose to be
Loving me
Characterizing bed breaks submissively
It will be a journey galaxy
Stars gaze my eyes look at me
Stare to be like one whole bodies comically
make love to me just a reminder of what love to be
no static see smooth sailing romancing dancing without wolves will be
destiny
dig deeper you will find your legacy
Living in a society with high and grounded morals
I chose to break the rule and be single
Scandalous! For a girl
After all, the religious laws I do follow do be clear
A girl shall be seen as a sinner and shall be denied Heaven
If she chooses not to serve faithfully and submissively, her husband
But a rule I broke, the familial
When I did impose my choice to keep on being single
Why, mind you, even as a single, I do engage not in the taboo
I do love my religion, I do believe in it blindly
I do love the promises it offers, the promises of liberation
Of it keeping track of our actions for they do bear reactions
But I do wish to assert my individuality
I do wish to be acknowledged as a lover of poetry
Of stories and of words
In my duty, I do wish to even make my voice heard
Pray, getting married out of love is for me impossible
Love, once, on my heart beats did trample
Getting married would be out of compulsion
A mere consequence of a societal regulation
But should I please this society
Should I forsake my free time, should I sacrifice myself
Should I, out of compulsion, serve a man and bear him children
And let it all engrave on my body, scars, meant to remain?