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First Ashes Test BazBall Inquest


Bucolic frolic or supersonic & demonic

Alcoholic demands in the stands vitriolic

Iconic rollick or quite simply HEADonic


England so shambolic at fans’ behest

So chronic plans for a Baz Ball inquest

Ironic still curious why the rest are furious

Spurious contest they know which way’s best


Histrionic tease they jest please don’t be a pest

Scorn who’ve worn the Lions crest on their chest

 Suggest fire’s the ire…ferocity of pomposity detest

Tire of dire quagmire but we’re blessed with a zest fest


Everyone complains about the vain inane campaigns

Disdain of the stain of their refrain just won’t restrain

Pain again explain is plain what does pertain to a Test


Ashes conquest no longer a contest our own Everest

We frown they clown around go to town double down

How very dare you review from your pew not impressed


We guessed they quickly confessed only one way remains

We’re profane..they’re insane our hopes down the drains

They insult with this cult as Baz Ball without Brains reigns.


Magnanimous Man My Papa Ha

Magnanimous Man My Papa – Ha!

Flagrant red hot poker rage
lacerated upon the head of this sole
male offspring, sans he who did
help to sire me, his vitriolic baggage
inflicted like graped shot,

and deployed barrage
also akin to inflicting searing,
menacing, and branding iron wrath
left indelible psychological blockage
insufferable emotional constipation,

wrought wretched state of human bondage
resultant outcome witnessed breakage
of spirit, when hateful scathing verbal damage
invoked, exploded, and bombed mine psyche,
especially during mein late

adolescent, and into latter adult stage,
particularly cuz this anxiety riddled Harris
exhibited no ambition to earn a living wage,
nor maximize on any inherent strengths
thus this then much younger body electric

oscillated with zero voltaic amperage,
which family of origin assemblage
dynamic ratched tension nsync
on par with hotly contesting arbitrage
additionally compounded by

indifference toward parents, a disadvantage
living under their same roof,
mama's and papa's patience
wore thin, second progeny they did disparage
punctuated with ultimatums toward me,

which did nothing to assuage
intolerable passive resistance stance,
thus expletive laced
"midnight lectures" dosage
occurred a bajillion

times per week on average
annihilating my self esteem,
wherein this native son felt
less worthy than bacteriophage
analogous to useless atrophied appendage

yours truly emotional detachment
heck, I may as well have been
ice sill hated in Anchorage,
cuz me negligible care and/or concern
amplified palpable uneasiness, a drainage
in tandem with estrangement fueled umbrage.
Form: Bio

The Dark Obsession- For Contest

The Dark Obsession - for contest



Horrendous thunderstorm of explosions
Dark clouds of the noxious obsessions....,
that we have more weapons; we fight for a cause
Malefic causes so senseless and baseless...
But paradox is, it appears noble for the offenders
Large-scale indoctrination of the young minds
for  violence and ruthless destruction
Obsession of supremacy so dreadfully corrosive
Mad spree to hoard guns and WMDs,
Innocents or criminals, men or animals,
shudder with fear all that has life!
Collossal apocalypse of terror-waves ...
Atrocious erosion of moral and social fabric
Grotesque grimace at the principle of 
universal brotherhood that underlies all our
holy scriptures!
Oppressed n' suppressed are the weak n' unequipped
Belligerent, pugnacious mindset mobilisation to bring
vitriolic ripping n' decaying of global peace
Peaceful waters turned filthy black with terror,
boils in the furnace to give to the globe a 
shower of  hot flowing blood!
Amicable contemplation to assassin this obsession
would bring no wars, no terrorism but peace!
Sustainable peace assured for the eternity!



          © Anulaxmi Nayak, 2015



glossary:
WMD- Weapons of Mass Destruction

For contest: The tragedy of black
sponsored by: Bev Smith
Submitted by: Anulaxmi Nayak
Written on: 18th August 2015
© Anu Nayak  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member Dragon

Denizen of abyssal labyrinth,
legendary ancient Wyrm seeks succour
within prodigious sepulchral cavern:
her domicile for an ageless lifetime.

Ethereal shafts cascade through ceiling's
stochastic rifts, piercing tenebrous tomb;
vicious viscous scarlet smears juxtapose
against shimmering iridescent scales.

Aeons past, Faustian pact formed with Man:
vow of harmonious co-existence
exchanged for fulgurant falchion forged in
the heart of dragonflame's conflagration.

Sacred covenant shattered this night by
myriad ironclad interlopers;
ruination's harbinger was strident
warrior wielding token of treaty.

Last vestiges of cacophonous roar
dissipate into the Stygian depths;
acrid stench of brimstone clogs the air as
remnants of vitriolic pyres linger.

Twin gargantuan fibrous wings contract
behind enormous muscular torso;
fulgurating talons sluggishly sheaved
as serpentine tail shudders and falls limp.

Priceless metals and prismatic gemstones
intersperse with charred and twisted corpses;
amongst detritus of mortal conflict,
majestic titan finally crumples.

Massive lurid yellow orbs exhibit
an unfathomable intelligence;
succumbing to the inevitable,
moribund colossus bows forlorn head.

Lifemate butchered by zealous paladin;
remains of final clutch just motes on breeze.
Burden borne by solitary relict:
regal behemoth was last of her kind...

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(C) John C Michaels, 25th April 2017

Free verse, no meter, no rhymes - as per contest rules.
10 syllables on every line (howmanysyllables.com)

For the contest entitled "A Mythical Creature" sponsored by Julia Ward.

Battle Axe and Her Republican Trumpeting Waze - Part 2

No sooner than we set foot within said domicile
attestation to so called gentleman’s’ agreement with guile
initially infrequently, but incessantly as time elapsed Isle 
never forget (nor will spouse forgive) with rancor and rile 
ceaselessly besieging, bruiting bare-knuckle skirmishes 
for us to remove ourselves and personal belonging with vile
lent vitriolic wrath from the day we decamped 
within hoity -toity Mainline – 
our matted unwelcome would endure for quite a white. 
*          I          *          S          *          I         *          N          *          G                  
With hindsight and accumulative less cloudy fifty shades of gray, 
an irrevocable clear er voyance viz summoning forth would lay
an irreconcilable rift (rivaling the Mariana), and constant nay 
saying presaged an emotional price to pay 
whereat we deterred sale of vintage crystal balls – our stay
purported prevented sale of precious heirlooms – oye vay
in tandem to estate sale divvied up, cuz we whar in the way.
*          I          *          S          *          I         *          N          *          G                  
Analogous to Little Red Riding Hood, we could not see 
blitzkrieg, cannonading, incessant strafe carpet bombing re:
bloody onslaught from the generation of elder vipers que
endured feeling trapped by memorabilia meant nothing to me
*          I          *          S          *          I         *          N          *          G                  
Warfare found us hunkering down within said tract housing unit, 
a fusillade fired off re: porting volleys of character assassination 
bombarded this unfortunate civilian clearly implicated to whit
for being a non jewish schlemiel inducing endless economic         
denigrating calumniations – fulminating against this “twit”
we decried wicked, vicious, unwarranted abuse would not quit 
with no defense against slings and arrows, a plague round
of ceaseless, ferocious, and insidious pilloried that pit 
pendulous injustices for each of our **** (emphatic branding 
per diem me own scrawny gluteus maximus  to git 
the hell out – eventually hiring a lawyer with eviction edict!
Form:


Premium Member Transformation

Love is the only force capable of transforming an enemy into a friend - 
Martin Luther King Jr.

In your eyes I see you burn inside in the fire of anger,
the tongue spitting out the dirt of the vitriolic mind, 
the sense of sanity turning into soaring ashes of rage,
shrouded in smoke you lose the threads of reason.

I don’t run away from you, seeking a safe seclusion,
nor do I retaliate igniting another flame to sear,
for fire can’t extinguish nor can it contain any fire.
I embrace you with my soul, you can’t incinerate.

I emanate from my heart the fervent fountain of love,
drenching you with the cool shower of compassion.
From the edge of mental wreck you emerge composed,
rise from the debris of repentance, wisely transformed.

October 18, 2020
Contest : Quotable
Sponsor : Regina McIntosh

Premium Member hell

hail Andramelech
	ominous overseer ~
		hefty cover charge

seductive sinning
	alluring Asmodeus ~
		raunchy romantic

black Beelzebub
	infamous instigator ~
		a fly incarnate 

unholy Vetis
	devious rhymer of speech ~
		master manipulator

treacherous tempter
	seditious sadist Satan ~
		seducer of souls

wicked Abbadon
	the angel of the abyss ~
		annihilator

malevolent motives
	sanguinary sacrifice ~
		Moloch demands youth 

vile vitriolic
	conglomerate essences ~
		demonic Legion 

mythic Cerberus 
	guardian of the River ~
		no soul survivor   

demagoguery
	tiptoeing on burnt brimstone ~
		pandemonium
Form: Haiku

Hated T and Silly D

Hated T. and silly D

I will lose many friends when declaring I root for Trump a train load of muck is sprayed his way; a frugal woman, democratic and with long unadorned hair accused Trump of rape, she lost the case, but for some unknown reason, Trump had to pay a fine for, one assumes, hurting her feelings.
Trump's name rhymes with trumpet, the man is loud and brash, uses fake tan and a mysterious hairstyle, all of 
The above is criticized relentlessly by those who harbor
vitriolic hatred of the man.
We mock him the why he holds a bottle when drinking water, he's a non-smoker and doesn't drink alcohol This remarkable fact appears to be viewed as suspicious behavior.
I think it might be true that Trump tried to upset the election, but the evidence against him is circumstantial at best, consisting of he said and they said.
The Election he lost, was due to immense propaganda 
of lies and skulduggery by the leaders of a party that 
has lost its direction given us a president too aged and, we learn, a corrupt man who has bought and sold his
services his whole career as a politician. 
Let a new election commence with Trump as a runner
Let the American people speak, If lucky, we the rest of the world, might see a president who stops the stupid 
the slaughter caused by NATO and smaller countries, like puny Denmark, flexing anemic hands, like a bully who hides behind a bigger brother and says;
Up yours, Putin!
© Jan Hansen  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member This New Year's Five Resolutions

 EMBRACE the things I hate.  Let go of these disturbing issues 
    and find a way to relate!  I am a lost soul.

RESET, turn back time and wrestle through this bad karma of mine 
                              reinvent me and be a...

GOOD INFLUENCE on the grandchildren, their husbands, and wives 
    and teach them about heroes in our lives.

SWITCH OFF hate radio!  Since The Fairness Act left the 
    scene—It’s no longer entertainment—It’s vitriolic and obscene.

ACCEPTENCE is key.  Without love it's empty insanity, 
                                      I want to be whole.
© I Am Anaya  Create an image from this poem.
Form: List

Metamorphoses Into Poignant Womanhood

Immeasurable maturation profoundly
transformed thy Shana Punim
within whose corporeal femininity
gravitas resonates and doth hum
whose unbelievable transition, now
follows the beat of her own drum

approximately four years ago,
thee second and youngest born
daughter didst squawk and crow
aforementioned fledging eagerly,
instinctively, and naturally clamoring ergo
summoning unbendable biological 

propensity to grow
which, she recognized
to this papa, a regular Joe
who realized, he did not know,
the painful necessity Brexiting

"FAKE" moors whar 
family cows did low
aforementioned hyperbolic fabrication,
albeit this poe
whit did cavalierly usurp license to show,

(within the third eye blind mind's)
pace of autonomy a father cannot slow
as call of the wild for kinder
(progeny) chomps at figurative bit lest...
regret (like this papa), she will

like an albatross around her neck,
thus our twittering youngest
offspring experienced beck,
and call (declaration) of independence
from being shielded
(more so sunken) within dreck,
an abysmal living situation

(with me and the missus),
whose own respective impetus
to get away from hen peck
king parents, which crimped,
cost, and castrated, or effect
similar stunted growth on mine
body, mind and spirit thereof

until ultimatums got hurled at me
extremely unpleasant twee
mend us vitriolic bile lashed out hee
ping loathsome spittle at this free

damned sole Harris son, who overstayed,
and wore out welcome Matt, now re
vile ling forsaken opportunities
forever leaving my mental, psychological
social, et cetera state to atrophy!
Form: Elegy

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