Long Worst Poems
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There is a silent visitor in the garden whispered the roses.
Watch out! She’ll nibble on your fingers, your feet and your toeses.
The other flowers laughed at the funny thing lily of the valley said.
She always brought out worst scenario and made fun of people’s dead.
I think it’s a fox, the daffodils and tulips whispered to the lily.
I don’t think she’ll be eating us; the roses can be so silly!
The roses were still warning the daffodils, herbs and carrots too.
The sky was ominous today, a lovely azure rainbow blue.
The fox sat quietly, alone in her thoughts, completely still on the chair.
She did not seem to mind the lingering dew in the summertime air.
She is a meat eater, and probably violent, the bushes said with a shake.
She’s harmless, said the sunrise. No scarier than a garden snake.
The silent visitor in the garden listened to all of this with a lovely smile.
Enjoying the meandering garden path and the sweet compost pile.
Her heart was loving the quiet, excited to be sitting on this chair.
Most of all she was loving the warmth of the summer time air.
T Thumb-sucking children while they are sleeping.
H Hematophagous animals, which means blood-seeking.
I Insects like those in the worm family.
N Newborns that just do it naturally.
G Guys who love guys and who do it with ease.
S Sump pumps and sippers and gals that don’t tease!
T Ticks and devises that vacuum up slime.
H Habits we all have that suck away time.
A Animal feeders they use on the farms.
T Topsiders* sucking out oil from cars.
S Snot-sucking “Nose Clear;” machines for the ill.
U Under the sea, pumps for oil spills.
C ******** pumps; yes, they’ve got those too.
K Karma, the worst. . . When she’s out to get YOU!
*Topsider is a product name
for the Acrostic Time #1 Free Poetry Contest of PD
Ralph Waldo Emerson: “A woodland walk, a quest for river-grapes, a mocking thrush, a wild rose or rock-living columbine, salve my worst wounds.”
SUFFERING SEASON
broken…
the sediment — a deposition seed,
of what meaning, this scrawl?
splinters splayed, suffering season
comforted by a columbine.
pressed into the carnivorous cranny
of melancholic chords, phantom phenom
appears from sunless shadows,
felicitous with numb heartstrings.
pretense of petals pierced,
potent poison’d creative mind.
woman in white, welded to hatchery,
sings wisdom and solitude —
shy flower cranes its head to listen.
rebirth croons in crannied space,
cramps of convalescence released.
a lonely boy. . . the florid dove lands
on two fingers, he’s mesmerized —
the apparition strokes his hair.
2/21/2020
Flower in the Crannied Wall Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Craig Cornish
My neighbor's son used to be cool but not anymore.
He stopped being cool because he loves Superman 64.
He actually loves the fact that Superman has to fly through rings all day.
He used to have a lot of friends but that lame game drove them all away.
He has become an outcast just as his family feared.
He doesn't understand that anybody who loves Superman 64 is weird.
He keeps playing this game even though the N64 is outdated.
He was once quite popular but now that popularity has faded.
Girls refuse to date him, he has lost all hope of ever getting laid.
And it's all because he loves the worst game that has ever been made.
If I said you had a beautiful body
Would you hold it against me, sweet lady
What an opening line that would be
Guarantees you a slap, there matey
Why is it so hard for women to find men
That are sensitive, caring, and good-looking?
Because they usually already have boyfriends
Specially if they're also good at cooking
The difference between a husband and a dog
The dog still gets excited to see you
Sometimes I have to reintroduce myself
To my wife, “hi, we're married, we two!”
My birth certificate was a letter of apology
Dad got from the condom company
Let my mind wander and it didn't come back
That's no reason to get all uppity
The very worst time to have a heart attack
Is during a game of charades
Gotta hope you're really good at the game
And they call 911 before you fade
Okay here's one last giggle, hope you like it
Finally had to stop drinking because
Got tired of waking up in my car driving 90
Followed close behind by the fuzz
© Jack Ellison 2015
What If
You live in a Matrix that you don't know, what is really happening around you.
That there are people that wish to control you through fear, lies, and manipulation and deception, but you don't realize it's happening.
That these people have been planning this a long time and they are incredibly smart, evil, rich and powerful.
That they are the people that you trust, listen to, appreciate, and admire.
That they are many years ahead of you in technology and they have gathered so much information on you, that your privacy doesn't exist.
That they control the economy, your food, your water, your money, and through the false narratives on television your mind.
That they are so evil that you in your worst thoughts, could not fathom their evilness.
That their goal is to depopulate the world from 7.8 Billion people to 5 hundred million.
How you might ask? Through your food, vaccinations, chemtrails, your water, medications, lack of health care, and many other ways.
That they want a data bank on everyone on earth through your dna and tracking, and tracing devices.
There are many of us and few of them, so they want to monitor us at all times so we can't retaliate when we realize what they are doing to us.
After they give us our freedom back with conditions, they will bring us back to our prisons at home with another plandemic.
Then they will tell us that if we want our freedom we have to first be tested and then vaccinated.
Later they will say that your money carries the virus and they will bring in the cashless society. Why? If you don't go along with the program, they shut off your funds.
That they want to disarm us, take our weapons so we can't fight back. Canada just banned assault weapons, U S A will follow.
Henry Kissinger said, You want to control the masses, you control their food and their money, and they will do anything you ask.
My friends welcome to, THE NEW WORLD ORDER.
Go to YouTube. Everyday they take down their videos to censor them. Warn others like I have warned you.
Off The Grid With Doug and Stacy
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Dr Sherri Tenpenny Brighteon.com
Tell all that you love and tell them to tell ten others. So forth and so on. God bless you all we are in this together...
Michael Tor
What is the greatest treasure we can give our children?
It’s a question all parents wrestle with…
many think it’s wealth and money…but I think that’s a myth.
It could stem from the fact I didn’t make a lot of money wearing a teacher’s hat….
but we had enough and I’ve come to believe…it is much more than that.
I was home when my children were home.
If there was trouble…I was there to help them through.
I never missed a game or a concert…we had the same vacations too.
I was there to teach them things they’d never learn in school.
I was there to laugh and sing and dance with them…
I was not afraid to look like a fool…
I saw them at their best and worst behavior…
brimming with joy…or feeling sad and blue…
They saw me the same…and learned how I was human too.
When it comes to the life we have created…
when I think of each individual family member…
In the end…will it be the money…or the time spent…they’ll remember.
When my final days on earth are over…
When I’ve reached the end of my climb…
Will our final wish together be we had more money…
or will we wish for a little more time.
Yes, it’s a question all parent wrestle with…
sometimes it continues non-stop…
I'm just thankful when they wrestled in my life…
time came out on top.
The Valise
The brief case has edges and mystery surrounds it
Accompanied by men on the periphery of law disordered
Perhaps the economy there is equal to Greece and Spain combined
Fiduciary responsibilities and pride at stake
If the case is as empty as their souls
We must surmise the worst
But we continue with the game
The shady characters begin a string of lies
Inventing skeleton keys and ghost diversions
No way to open it, is peppered in their pleadings
Gone missing mysteriously at the moment of our need
To everyone’s surprise, theatrics come alive with animated cries
In this instance though, no brief or key to show
The loss serves only to close what is or was the deal
As dirty as that might be
Another nuance, wrinkle, bump comes on the road of reason
These so called bankers, strangers, entrusted, vetted by themselves
Some squirrels and dogs along the trail jumped in to vouch for them
According to the tale
Gave oaths to their integrity by barking and squirreling very loud
Their keepers also vindicated them, validated their misdeeds
And the missing mysterious key
Promising solid facts against the fiction
Still the valise remained unopened
More than just delicious is the hysteria at hand
Creating ample bait and reason to proceed
In what is at best a transient transaction from some bums
A nice warm bath to wash the brain and drain it through a sieve
Clean the mind to make it clear
Fiduciary responsibilities run well-oiled like machines
With money and an ample supply of greed in sight
Visual acuity falls in favor of fovea decline
If we turn our heads fixated on another place and time
This all would fall within the parameters of an acceptable crime
And relegated as a focus faded to the blind pretending all is fine
The brief case opens up with a screw driver magically divined
From the filthy pockets of the hobo guys
To find our fantasies and nothing more inside
It was just before the war's midnight, He stood by himself on the border line, Drones and missiles moved like light, The warzone was seen by lightning's shine, He heard the sound of a tank and a gun fight, Unfortunately , there was no solution or sign.
His walkie -talkie went off continuously, The bomb's noise forced him to be alert,
He stood on the spot for a month feeling lonely,
Loneliness and darkness made him feel hurt, The brutal war affected the individual bluntly, Thunder and lightning drove the earth into dirt.
The life of a soldier was a living hell, No one was ready to quench his thirst, The machine gun make his neck ache well, well , The tactical boots made him feel the worst, For him, every second was a personal, final farewell, His sacrifice and valour should be honoured first.
"Time is the thief you cannot banish."
Phyllis McGinley, Writer, 1905 - 1978
The end of my time will come in winter.
Or so I’ve been told.
The wind blows and rattles
the loose louvers of my windows.
Occasional thunder rumbles,
and rain floods my garden.
How quiet is the house today,
despite the crackles of burning wood.
I remember the past which exists no more.
The present is now solitude.
All is deadly silence,
a moment of peace.
So I sit alone and ponder.
Like a clock, life is ticking
towards my destiny.
I know too well about life.
It is not the here that is important,
but the eternal after.
And I am prepared for the journey.
Let winter do its infinite worst.
I fear it not.
10 November 2020
Placed 1
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