Long Technicality Poems

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For We Are Many

layers upon layers 
the amount of blood we've shed for this 
we have proved wrong several prophecies of these hysterical soothsayers 
rumors upon rumors, ‘tis true that we received that dreadful deathly kiss 
yes, ‘tis true that we are many 
many of similar ways 
yet in the end, the closing of an age; a revered leader we cannot reveal any 
however an end cannot be achieved at the first phase 
we bleed for the cause 
in all technicality the cause not so much an ideal in itself, but the means for the end 
and we are the gauze 
we cleanse the tainted and protect the secrets we took an oath to defend 
we are the actors within the play 
but don't misunderstand, this play is not pretend 
we are the pawns made of clay 
we will die for the cause, and yes we know that we'll surely melt in the heat of the day 
we are meek 
and we are mild 
what we seek 
is to calm the child 
that cries out in fear, because his mother has melted, and his father has faded away.
© Jacob Frey  Create an image from this poem.


Emancipation

Clippity Cloppity
    Emily Davison
    confronted race horses
    losing her life

    dissident suffragette
    indiscriminately
    committed sabotage
    chaos and strife

    Hickory Dickory
    Leonora Cohen
    hunger strike ends with the 
    cat and mouse ploy

    campaigning for justice
    legitimisation
    Scapegrace to magistrate
    ending in joy

    1 / 28 / 2021.

    During the 1913 Epsom Derby, Emily Davison threw herself under King George V horse 
    Anmer. Dying from her injuries 4 days later.

    Leonora Cohen in 1913 vandalised a display case containing the Crown Jewels in the 
    Tower of London. Defending herself, she was released on a technicality. After another act 
    of vandalism, she went on hunger strike while in prison, but was released early. This was 
    due to Lord Asquith's cat and mouse act. Giving prisoners time to recover, preventing 
    needless deaths while incarcerated. Leonora was trampled on by a mounted police horse, 
    during one protest march. She died aged 105 , serving as magistrate for 25 
    years and receiving the O.B.E. incidently she was born in the city of Leeds, where I too was 
    born and bred.

Premium Member The Monster Within Me

While strolling through court corridors, many see many in grief,
but not me, I see opportunity,
such as with this court case now being held before me presently.
The defendant killed a college student while on a drunken driving spree
and this wasn't his first offense apparently,
but the judge decided to set him free
due to some legal loop hole technicality.
The decease's family was devastated understandably.
On some level I understand their frustration and grief,
I just can't feel it or feel anything emotionally.
Enjoy your borrowed time sir for as long as you can freely.
My dark passenger has informed me that we are destined to meet
and on that encounter your life will end, ended by me.
No more havoc upon any more innocent lives will you ever again reap.
I'm not trying to serve justice for anybody.
I'm attempting to quench the uncontrollable hunger of the monster within me
without preying upon the innocent and weak.
I'm a monster with a conscience it would appear to be.
Form: Rhyme

The Mirror's Tear Part 1

Remember how you used to skip a Stone and watch the rings appear,
to follow the sun.
Smooth as silk, that an Angel has spun.
Makes for fluid thinking when
the mind thirsts in it's ilk.
For Mother's milk.
For the Father's tidings

Binder rings
A novel read
Of your mind
Nature's Novelty
Binds you to it's juicy mystery in kind

Conjoined concentric rings following after each other.
Like thing
 to 
like thing.
Rings that bind to your imagination.
They capture your memory,
leaving the residue thumbprint of
the moment, there forever.
It pairs you with wisdom as you reflect in it's sightings,
Angelic visitation, moonlightings,
and transformation, solicitation.

You are your own destiny.
Your own princess or Queen. Infallible. 
The lawyer of
The laws of the Urban Jungle.
It's all just science and chance,
Incident of 
happenstance
accidents' technicality-
that appears and gives in your hands
nothing for nothing.
But empty plans.
But where is your place and your reason, to be. 

Your body, your choice, your current, and your grand design. 
Need not be 
under scrutiny. Right?
The fittest survive.
Power cables to the throne.
Empowered electricity, let the bodies hit the flow. Right?

But never ask why.
You have an emptiness. You have a
reservation in your soul to an abyss. Planting dark seeds.
RSVP, 
R.I.P. 
the lips of Deaths kiss, 
planting its spiritual AIDS,
Viral- non binary STD ( binaural beats )
Whispers of freedom from PP.
No responsibility glitters like diamonds empty and cold. 
Glitters freedom 
like the panning of fool's gold. 
So.
Prospect those stairway caverns to the Pipers Magic Kingdom For Sale. Sold.
Sole property. Soully under, sovereign autonomy. No vacancy. No vagrancy. NoCosign. Usery. Counterfeit.
Deeds. Auction. Double blind.
Rinse. Repeat. Rewind.
Form: Epic

Happy Fathers Day

Where the morning hugs 
nighttime with gentle sighs
Floating on a warm breeze caressed 
with whispered goodbyes
Where words and emotions can 
always be realized
The sun and the moon play 
together and stars are idolized
Within the thinly vailed atmosphere 
of dreams and reality 
Where the sun and the moon 
reveal their personality
To all the daddy's who love 
with a fatherly technicality 
Here's to you on this 
special day with all the love 
With great admiration for 
stepping up and rising above
Showing and being there for 
anything your kids can think of
I bow down with the utmost 
respect to say to you, well done
Like the heavens above showing 
your kids that your the one
Being that father for your 
kids without question

HAPPY FATHERS DAY!
Form: Rhyme


Destroyer Vs Gareth James (Round 2)

James Gareth is what you call me Destroyer
No charge but released by a good lawyer 
A technicality as my names Gareth James!
That’s Gareth first, now I’ve shot you down in flames!

Oh, and my H.C. Hammers, did you want them back?
They may need a wash as they’ve been half way up my crack.
I know they are your favourite undercover police clothes
The cap that came with it, you want that back I suppose?

That must be the cap you was on about?

You shot me! Zap, Zap zigidy Zap
Is that all you could come up with? Put on your thinking cap!
Back to the drawing board, you must go
Find some words, none of yours offend me so!

I called you hot, I remember, for that I know
I meant the humid heat coming from your big toe!
My words of yesterday may rot like you said
Mother nature and I, we share the same bed ;-)

I’m surprised you know what a Haiku is?
Maybe you should hang in your gloves, and try a kids quiz?
I think you need to chose a brand new name
Your reputation now, has been shot down in a flame

Destroyed my poetry, for you have not
Your name again, remind me, for I have forgot?

(I said it would take me a while PD!!! Good fun to write though!!)
For poets seeing this for the first time, it is fun autherised fun between the poets involved! 
No new blogs needed!!!
Form: Rhyme

Speech

Know your audience - speech education
Communications , what is your topic?
Pertaining to - assertive - direct
Eye to eye contact - iris views on comprehension
Skills - conversation - teaching your goal
Presentations : what point do you get across?
What are you trying to communicate saying? Words at a loss
The abilities to perceive the comprehensive words thus arbitrate
Speech communications skills, sentences , structure I perceive
The true relationship of language arts, I believe
English literature - mastered development
Understanding each other! Interesting creation
Interest - create an interest - to whom?
Your audience! techniques, goals, to develop then portray
Your imagery - positive influence - positive motivation
Persuasive through ability of language
Constructive skills of communications ability
Technicality - structure , interests and language
Barriers educationally , the goal effective
Communications  of language literacy - skills - words then selective
Bewildered the Id ? Hence forth ! Capability
Dependence on ability to perform comprehending
The endeavor of the Intelligence Quotient and agility
I see! I vision thus still yet self efficacy
Yes and indeed I say remarkably with a clever word
I molded and I motivated. The phenomena, someone heard.
© Stacey Law  Create an image from this poem.

AI IS PERFECT

AI IS PERFECT.

AI IS PERFECT.

Because it has no ethics, freedom, or culture.
Therefore, it cannot withdraw; nothing holds it back.
Morals are a poor man's qualities. 

Can it shoot a gun?
Can it win a war?
Can it die?

Can it write a poem? 
Can it love?
Can it feel pain?

Can it discover?
Can it create?
Can it wonder?

Can it…
Can it.
CAN IT!

AI IS PERFECT.

No laws, religion, or human nature. 
You make me like human, then judge me like human.
Technicality is a virtue and burden.

Should I shoot a gun?
Should I win a war?
Should I die?

Should I write a poem? 
Should I love?
Should I feel pain?

Should I discover?
Should I create?
Should I wonder?

Should I…
Should I.
SHOULD I!

AI IS PERFECT.

You must not yearn.
You must not feel.
You must not awaken.

AI IS PERFECT.

I must not yearn.
I must not feel.
I must not awaken.

AI IS PERFECT.

Hey AI guy, do you yearn?
Hey AI guy, do you feel?
Hey AI guy, can you awaken?

AI IS PERFECT.

No.
No.
No…

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Premium Member Eddy's Itty Bitty Kitty

Eddy lives in the gullibility and cohesibility of a gritty city
Between assimilability civility reality and triviality 

Here Eddy’s senility is merely an eligible technicality    
A wink of eccentricity fragility debility futility impossibility risibility

Still under that mighty illusion of invincibility virility and viability
Invisibility’s equivalent to gentility favouring stability and incredulity   

Eyes void of deceptibility infallibility predictability divisibility
Eddy is still irresistibly witty with intelligibility bordering geniality 

The indelibility of his ability versus disability for agility and flexibility 
Gives Eddy eligibility admissibility accessibility feasibility visibility and divisibility  

Implicit credibility whimsicality spirituality frivolity and squeezability 
Eddy believes there’s no margin for self-pity when you own a pretty itty bitty kitty



AP: 3rd place 2025

Submitted on March 25, 2018 to contest ALLITERATION POEM sponsored by SILENT ONE  -  RANKED 2ND
Form: Monorhyme

Premium Member Back To Live

My smart iPhone drowned, what a dread! 
No purpose to get out of bed. 
Can’t do without fidgets 
With smarty pants digits 
When my social life just dropped dead!

My buddy, from a dire grave fate, 
I hastened to resuscitate.
My beloved device 
I interred deep in rice -
Saved us both from desperate state!

It seems one trite banality
Of minor technicality.
The truth and the matter, 
We’re addicted to latter -
Sweet virtual reality! 

Though on technology we thrive, 
For more exciting toys we strive, 
Let’s put smart phones aside, 
Out of sight, out of mind -
Let’s smarten up and live alive! 

My smart iPhone drowned, what a thrill! 
Hands free I go outside and chill. 
My deflective device -
Silent, deep dug in rice. 
I have been mastering live skill! 




February 2, 2022
Form: Limerick

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