Spiteful words spoken can never be unheard.
AP: 1st place 2026
Zionism is blue malicious cancer in humanity's body
If malevolent roses
were blue passioned red
And malicious violets
were red pleasing blue
Then contentious autocracy
would have a whole lot less
malgovernance to do.
Lurking behind false identities
And faceless names
They launch a venomous attack
Pulling you down the road to defame
Their malicious intent to vilify your name
Is a vicious and preposterous game
Shameless trolls are a sadistic ploy
Often media houses deploy
Circumstances controlling the cauldron
stirred through with malicious content
and yet that is the path that was forced upon you.
That was the path you never chosen,
but there you are.
Its filled with pits that make you simply cry
but no one is there to wipe your tears.
Its filled with traps that enrage the core of your soul,
but yet there is no hammer for you to throw at your rage.
In your mind you hear the voice telling you to press your way through
and you just keep going and going.
Time passes and seasons change
and as you look back you see
your muscles are bigger,
your strength has grown.
Yes, you still cry its just now you can
now your tears seem to help.
You are stronger than you knew,
because you went through hell,
then you grew.
Strangely stronger.
Loving family members gather around the
bed of a dying soul, awaiting transformation
Fiftieth wedding anniversary, twists and turns
A marriage ceremony in a quaint town
A college degree conferred upon the star athlete
Homecoming queen
Cheerleading team
Marching band
Dark or light tan
Youthful angst navigating a treacherous world
Trying to find meaning amongst cruel jabs and
Malicious blows
Innocence stolen as fast as the rising wind
As swift as an eagle
Jubilant Cries
Truthful lies
Fall leaves
Evergreen trees
A nightly visitor in the form of a train drowns the screams and
cries of a helpless soul looking for solace, for peace
No one comes
No help arrives
Painful moments
usher in a new dawn
The soul of an undiscovered love
Looming on
The horizon
Loving family members gather around the bed of a woman, pregnant
with hope, waiting to be born.
Methinks I'll spread some malicious gossip
Like ya'know what's hidden in the Prez's pocket
Juicy naughty stuff
Holds meetings in the buff
No males allowed, just girlies with sockets
“LIKE A MADMAN THINKS HE'S GOD, WE THINK WE'RE MORTAL”. Delaland, Speech on Shadows
Transparency is the key to the social harmony. Transparent people pass through each other like light through water. No one blocks out the sunshine, no one bars the way, no one stands in line in front of the other. The content of pockets, stomachs and minds are all in plain view. Mutual permeability, politeness, indifference. The see through popeyed souls, as sleepy as fish in an aquarium, come alive only at the sight of you, poet. You're opaque and therefore dangerous. You're a poet and therefore guilty. Alas, there is nothing more impenetrable than the walls in a transparent prison. But soon, from the height of your scaffold, you will see the world as opaque as you that awaits you on the other side of life.
get him grab his legs
hold him down I'll chop it off…
where'd you go poet
Dedicated to Cincinnatus C., the protagonist of the novel "Invitation to a Beheading" by Vladimir Nabokov
21.11.2019
Opaque Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Anthony Slausin
Methinks I'll spread some malicious gossip
Like ya'know what's hidden in the Prez's pocket
Juicy naughty stuff
Holds meetings in the buff
No males allowed, just girlies with sockets
Methinks I'll spread some malicious gossip
Like ya'know what's hidden in the Prez's pocket
Juicy naughty stuff
Holds meetings in the buff
No males allowed, just girlies with sockets
Suspicious of Being Malicious
About Trump had become so suspicious,
Deciding that his attempts are malicious;
He will wilt,
Due to guilt;
His obstruction of justice is conspicuous.
Jim Horn
After seeing Ari show on March 18, 2018.
frail and innocent
she let her defences down
enticed by glib words...
now, like a crypto virus,
he holds her heart to ransom.
______________________
One or Two Tanka Contest
Hosted by Rick Parise
With neither head nor tail
Sans any begin or end
Disliked as barren desert land
Despised as a misborn child
Tasteless wine
Scentless perfume
Ignorance in disguise
Wisdom in distress
Fortune of fools
Scorn of sages
Save me, O Most Wise
From these malicious Clips
A darkening scene, backlit with a glow.
The fading horizon, quick-melting so slow.
Gut twisting clouds that circle the sky,
Entrance and amaze with power inside.
Wrath up above, yet calm down below.
Encasing the sight, a bomb set to blow.
Watching intently, inspiring strikes'.
Furious lightning - a pillow of spikes
Bellowing booms - the natural bass.
Thunder consumes with slow-rolling grace.
Funneling storms rip trees from their roots.
Wind swirling madness - a project of Zeus.
Heavenly hell- the beautiful pains.
Tornados foretell, disastrous plains.
- Yours Truly
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