I'm no grump
nor one to dump
let alone mock
but I can't like or lump
a pudgy frump
in a frock
who my world don't shock
yet here's the kicker
as a chick
she'd be slicker
and not to deride
but if she'd lose a few
a pound or two
the sooner the quicker
on either side
she'd be bodacious
I'd be flirtatious
and we'd roll and rock
around the clock
A while ago you all might recall, I requested
Justice from the Lord.? No faith in lawfare I
Asked He take away the parasites, that destroyed
Much faith, I hear now that many are
deceased.' Of those who hung with epstein
And on innocence did feast.' I'll recall here a saying
I learned it when young..God settles debts without
Money, always remember that my son.)
Superlatives are my mean, my methods my mode the moony mock-Ra glass marble fables untold, the story fair, the hair golden, a new golden thread, bursts from the olden, like streams of pasturesque villages that trickle in the floods of which inundate the past, such a surly hub.
I wanted to eat with you.
You moved your plate away.
I took a different seat.
You looked at me with disgust.
Traitor.
You haven’t allowed me to live beside you.
And when I found a corner to exist.
Traitor
You asked me to speak your language.
When I learned, you mocked. Go learn yours.
Traitor.
You laughed at my clothes.
When I dressed like you
I was blamed for copying.
Traitor.
You asked me to fit in.
When I tried, got blamed for no identity.
Traitor.
I want to know
Which version of me is allowed to belong?
mockingbird
ice skates on birdbath.....
february
I thought at your fiftieth we would make up,
I saved every drop to buy you a new Ford.
Your Royce is still sweet, but it needs a backup—
Not a Lincoln, a Mustang I could afford.
But you threw the keys back at me in fury,
You let your friends mock me with horrid laughter.
On our disputes, you turned them to our jury—
They reveled, munching on our private matter.
You called me names you'd never used before them,
You left me unanchored in a wave of shame—
An abyss where you left my pleasance's scum,
Then heaped on me a full load of scorn and blame.
Is dating a prettier lady a sin?
Drown me in more shame—it quenches not the flame.
The more you dump me in your emotive bin,
The more she lifts me back into her love-frame.
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Contest: Pick-A-Title, Vol 52
Contest Judged: June 14th, 2025 4:11:00 PM
Sponsor: Edward Ibeh
Placement: Third
Blaring lights of glaring savauge,
Gaudy surmise ceased to suprise
Light of darkness, sun to the sky,
In sight to sanitise the tear of thy eye
Unswept and wept 'pon broken bodice,
Wept and kept and hounded the goddess
Fanned the fawn of cauterised fallace,
Hell of cold, unearthly palace
Chaste and torn chest of satis,
Man to maid and hound of malice
Seam to see unravel of ravage,
Goddess to test the fondest of savage.
I haven’t left my house in days
With everything else I’ve tried the anxiety still lingers
My dreams wound me and my nightmares mock me
Was it never meant to be?
My friends stopped asking for me when I disappeared for months on end
It’s too late now
My supplies are running out
I’ll need to face the sun
The colour of your skin
Does not determine the colour of your blood
Red is what you need
So don’t allow yourself to feed off the hatred
That many have for Jesus
They mock His Blood
Not realizing that a flood of deceit overshadows them!
Movies try to alter the reality of His Blood
They use His Name in Vain
Not knowing that one day they will
Not be able to maintain their insults!
Everything has a season
Let me give you a reason why
The Blood of Jesus cannot be Silenced!
The Blood destroys what separated us and
Even though each soul becomes prey
Be sure that when they lay you down that
You understand that your blood will dry up
But the Blood of Jesus still flows
Because He is alive forevermore!
Do not mock the blood of Jesus
Do not flock with others who despise His Name
This is not a game
Reach out and call His Name
Because there is Power in the Blood of Jesus!
Mark Frank
Copyright 2023
You forget who you are
Amidst the chaos of this journey
You ignore your true purpose
Trying to chase your problems
You lose your identity
As you suck into the society's labels
Before you even realise
You're engulfed by the worries of this world
You've lost track of time chasing hard cash
You're a reflection of what you wished not to be
Many years ago when you'd judge your formers
Who am I? What have I become?
You ask yourself
Unable to recognize the person you see
Little did you notice
While you were trying to make amends in others
You lost a part of you to them
Until there was nothing left of you
That truly belonged to you
Now you're just like others
An automaton, a label, a status, a cash cow
My head turned like the hands of a clock
But making not at all its tick tock…
I rather was white with singular shock
At collecting from behind a knock
That could have neatly jolted a block
And even embarrassed more solid rock
Perhaps, cold-shivered a wearer of frock;
Or the more reddened the crest of a cock…
A blazing threat to put my attacker in the dock
And thence to a cell with good lock…
Or a fight give him that watchers flock
To both parties heartily cheer or mock.
In a limerick what does a man seek
Depends: At what does it give him to peek? --
A flash of bare thigh
Or knockers, Oh my! --
More than that mocks the feminine mystique
It nearly was a rude shock,
When I cursorily checked the lock,
Looking beyond the first block
And saw not a sheep in a once stampeding flock:
The security there by many judged “A Rock”,
That would the painstaking efforts of robbers mock
And rather produce them in some dock,
If not that day, after the crow of the Earliest Cock
,,, All in a matter of repeated Tick Tock!
Which shepherd could bear a disappeared flock?
But, Alas! Looking back at me is a disappeared flock!
They meet, eat and drink, flutter and make merry.
Smiles flying from face to face, laughter airy.
They share a party of the soul and spirit;
their portrayal of mere humans satiric.
Laughing at our silly, paranoid folly
they point and guffaw, “Oh gosh, oh golly!”
They mimic us; watch as fear takes our good senses;
cover faces with gossamer, hide behind fences.
They laugh, sing and flit until time to sleep –
dreaming of foolish humans being led as sheep
neither caring nor daring thoughts of their own,
their leaders controlling – independence flown.
They awake and wonder, “What does this day bring?
A new year party with bright baubles and bling!”
Faeries, nymphs and sylphs plan a gala with friends
to last through the year – their party never ends.
I know I must cover half the land
in my reseda green blades.
I know I came first, to enrich the earth's dry sands,
and to prepare for the beginnings of man.
I watched the trees grow giant, all alone
watched them stretch, heard them die and groan.
All this past I have lived, and I am tramped on, ignored,
"Outdone" by boastful blooms
that have over time been planted around me, a-top me.
That have stolen the sunlight that dapples my plains
And have quenched their thirst with what was supposed to be,
my rain.
Stargazers, lilies, irises
Bleeding heart, columbine, Hyacinths.
Gaining second, third views
and careful tending to.
When I am merely watched by lazy clouds.
Humans dig their sharp heels under my long blades,
And even then! They mow me flat every few days.
Further still, I endure their picnics
suffocating my soft fields.
Watch as he hands her a bouquet.
Ah! what a pitiful charade!
Then I silently mock the flowers that close every night to moonshine
while my strong green grasses dance all the time.
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