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If you hear the sound of rat-tat-a-tat
It's not a woodpecker or a chattering cat
Tis George F. Latulence an aristocrat
Playing ping pong with his gold crested bat.
A competitor and show-off he deems to be
Dresses each day in his noble finery
Pantaloons his normal fancy day wear
His ancestry, finery, regalia, style flair.
He never shares glory or plays with a partner
Winning trophies for himself, what he is after
Agile and swift, rarely points he would miss
The downside came, when you did get that whiff.
To gain advantage, a parp he would do
Clenching bum cheeks, in case he followed through
High class energy foods for his body to sustain
But his parping was every one else's nose bane.
George on first serve, parped, as he hit the ball hard
Swiftly attacking, George butt did bombard
In that spilt second threw off his opponent
Point gain to George, aided by his flatulent moment.
Silent and deadly they all came out fast
Odourous gas from George nuclear fueled ar$e
If one made a noise he'd give a loud grunt
That was his bum burping cover up stunt.
Knew there was trouble when audiences pulled faces
Some even fainted, brave stayed in their seat places
George didn't care, just wanted top podium status
His methods and thinking obnoxiously atrocious.
Audience faces were different shades of green
People were swaying, some even vomiting.
He called it his ping pong, parp-crafty-art farts
Next point to win, final round about to start.
The ball went to and fro like a speeding fast bullet
George, with match point, he was about to secure it
Hitting an ace, made a spark, that caused a boom blast
Left the audience with mix feelings of relief and aghast.
Breaking news of his death headlines did broadcast
Even able to download from what's called a podcast
George F. Latulence died from a blast from his ar$e,
He blew up one too many, too dense and not sparse.
May The Gas Be With You Farts Part 2 Poetry Contest
Sponsor Chantelle Anne Cooke
Written 07.10.21
They can't win the universal power
Material riches are only
But for a few while
It can't make you better
Than who you are
You can't love if you are
In love with materialism
It is not inline with spirituality
It is not a God
So I tell you people
I am talking to the world
Full of betrayed souls
In all you suffer
In all we pass through
In this era of works reset
Do not let fear be your weaknesses
Even the man who is busy
Destroying the world fears
So we can do better
Cos no matter how far
They grow in evil at the end
They can't win the universal power
They can't win the universal power
This is a time of a global challenge
In this time confusion never leaves
Every home with harmony
That is the goal of the devil
When you panics
The devil smiles
When you are dead
He is more powerful
But remember one thing
Your life is precious
Cos this time will surely pass
With a change
This time now is never
The end of the world
But the time of exposing
The time to feel and see
A time for change
The devil don't sleep
It aim will never stop
But I am so happy
cos I know at the end
They can't win the universal power
They can't win the universal power
Our protection comes from God
Not by any man
Our life's are guided by God
Not by the rich few powerful
Our energy comes from
The universal power
And that is a prove of God
Whom the few powerful
Fail to aline their purpose
Of being with
Cos with their powerful evil
Mind
They are to blind to see
The lights of God
What do you expect
From an enemy of nature
If not destruction
But I tell them like the
Small rat at their big mansion
No matter what evil agenda
They got for the world
At the end of their game
They can't win the universal power
Artificial intelligence of technological prevalence
Blessing it is, and beautiful, when beheld for its beneficial presence…
Challenging authentic intellectual quest
Driving and directing tenacious mindfulness-zest…
Elevating real wisdom toward discrete use
Failing to surpass sincerity of earnest poetic muse…
Good is its impact along God-blest economic worth
Hoisting income mobility against financial dearth…
Influencing globally for progress and development
Just let us be consciously aware that such is the trend at the moment…
Kindling authentic prudence along kindness of sincere might
Love of human heart is AI's lack especially if self-interest takes flight.
Many are the flaws of AI; but facing its imperfection with wisdom*
Nurtures beauty in seeing it along perspective of academic freedom.
Proverbs 9:10 The fear of the Lord is the beginning of wisdom: and the knowledge of the holy is understanding.
Let life win for now... when your head sadly down.
Let life win for now... when your chips are down,
Let life win for now... when you can’t speak a sound,
Let life win for now... win when you just getting up off the ground
and life nocks you back down.
Let life win for now, as you standing in free line,
when your gut is light to get a bite
to keep you up right to win the battles of life.
But be poise and patient for those who step in your way, your enemy,
your unknown rival... Let life pave the way
therefore what you had good then and do not have now
Let life win for now, because life knows what comes around.
Poetry written by 11/26/10 Author Keith Kadell
The marksmen took their position a century away from the target
The silhouette shape stood defenceless at the far end of the range
A clear sign of an alarmingly unequal contest in difficult times
Fred was unhappy with this situation of involuntary manslaughter
Had objected on conscientious grounds to Armed Forces conscription
But the killers knew his values and morals seemingly better than him
Align eye with sight and with aim breathe out firm grip on the trigger
'Better dead than red' the sergeants had shouted and 'men don’t refuse'
'Hit the bastards right where it counts be kind with a quick speedy death'
His shooting lane was number three and he deemed that good fortune
‘Bang’ and he released the bullet and felt only mild pain in his shoulder
Like a true connoisseur he waited for the results to be transmitted
Tension mounted the drama unfolded and Fred was an unlikely champion
Lane score results: One 48 Two 48 Three 0 Four 48 and 48 Five 48
Fred had a fine subtle point of some opposition and Either Can Win
02nd May 2018
Written for contest: crap shoot
Sponsored by John Lawless
I took the contest description as offering 4 possible sub themes to chose from
I chose 'Either Can Win'
Love will win…in the end.
We are meteors on a collision course with love.
We have seen the hard times and we have had enough.
Golden band promises do not seem to mean a thing,
To those who claim to be in love, whilst in secret they cheat.
We fall apart in each other’s arms;
All in the name of love.
We hope and dream and scream and shout!
All because of love.
I wish it could work out for you, I really do,
But I am exercising my right to say nothing.
I would tell you how to, if only I knew,
But I do not know what it takes to hold onto this love thing.
My radiohead is full of love songs.
They all tell their tale of how love will win…in the end.
Every heart I choose to follow always turns out to be wrong,
But I will keep trying to walk hand in hand,
Even if we are only ever going to be friends.
Love has its hooks in my heart and I cannot resist.
I am constantly tripping over plastic charms, but still I persist.
I am (never) going to fall in love,
Until I do…that time sure does look good.
(C)2019 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
No Win No Fee they call it
And it’s such a cause of shame
In todays strange society where
It’s somebody else to blame.
Nobody wants to accept
Responsibility for any action,
Who can I sue these days
Being the usual reaction.
Burn yourself spilling coffee
Blame yourself not
Just sue the vendor for
Selling it to you too hot.
He should have realised
You’re probably a clumsy fool
And sold you a coffee
That’s more than a little cool.
Somewhere a Legal Advisor
Rubs his hands with glee
Raking in his slice of
Your award, No Win No Fee.
The soldier in combat
In the modern day strife
Reacts as he’s been trained
To save his comrades life.
Many years later
Over passage of time
Can find he’s been accused
Of historic War Crime.
And the past is revisited
As he fights to stay free
From an action that’s funded
Courtesy of No Win No Fee.
The hard eyed legal functionary
In his well tailored business suit
Watches the cash roll in
From his speculative fruit
And cares not a fig about
Any ex squaddie like me
As he continues to exploit
His Golden Apple No Win No Fee
Writing for contests, is often a crapshoot!
Some may be teasers, and others no brainers.
Results often open a new can of worms,
though sponsors with backbones, will stick to their guns!
Plagued by the screams of dissatisfied rhymers
whose dreams of a win may have gone up in smoke!
But a poet's class act, is to take it in stride.
Don't be hung up, keep your eye on prize !
Wearing war-paint is a taint on the pride
Don't have a fit, ... be quick to decide
Stoked by the turn-on of writing excitement
We are caught in the cross-hairs of P. S. enchantment !!
Write with a zest that will stick to the ribs
Write for yourself, and find joy in the race
There is no disgrace if you handle with grace
Hold up your head, whether win, lose or place!
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7/15/15 For the contest "Colloquialisms" sponsored by Laura Leiser
Might make this into a song. Hope you guys like it.
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I want to save your life with this love I bear,
To hold you in my arms and tell you it was always there
All around you, the darkness sways
But inside you the light still stays
I’m sorry my words fail me
I’m sorry I’m so weak
If only you could see me
If only love could speak
I want to take you to the top of the mountain
And let the rain pour down on you
To allow those tears to spurt in fountains
To sooth your core of blue
But you are strong
And words always ring
My heart will pull you along
With every boil and every sting
I’m sorry my words fail me
I’m sorry I’m so weak
If only you could see me
If only love could speak
I want to say that I do love you
But you cannot hear me until the darkness leaves you
So I will wait here with an open hand
Hoping, always hoping to understand
You are strong
Words will always pull you on
And the light inside you from deep within
Tells me love will always win
Forgive my opinion point of view
crude or crass
I do not mean to cause offence
For death I do not fear
As this to me personally I wish
for me and for I alone
Whence I say to thee I see death
As one of this life's very few
win , win situations
For if I die before I wake
And we are not as some believe
destined to ever meet again
And I fall to see you on the
other side
Then alas I will be dead
And none of this will matter in the
slightest anymore anyway
And to me having to spend eternity
apologizing for all of the stupid dumb
mistakes i wish I had never made
Because to me that is my very own
version and definition of hell
No rest or peace for the wicked