Mock Poems

Humiliation

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

A Goddess to Ravage

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

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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

Do Not Mock the Blood of Jesus

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

Mocking the Dead

Mocking the dead, 
A man passed by kidjaga cemetery and 
saw some folks praying for the dead. 
He was so astonished and mocked
the living ones as they seemed
to be unintelligent in his eyes. 
"How do they pray for cadavers 
who cannot see and  listen? " 
He asked a woman who passed 
near by him, 
"they

To Mock Butterflies

My existence seems like a timeless tragedy,
ticking away in the harmony of misophonia and me.
I've been reluctantly raised in the arms of trauma,
hiding from the darkness looking over my shoulder.
I place a metaphorical knife under my pillow,
as I fear the biggest bully in my mind's playground.

Sound is like a sadistic samurai slashing at my sanity,
as

Mock-Bot

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

An Attack From Behind and Reaction

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

Don'T Mock Her Knockers

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

A Disappeared Flock

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

Elemental Wingding

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

Wonderland VI: The Sailor's Tale

Morning

The doctor called the next man in 
And offered him a chair
Observing him in silence 
As he wrestled with despair.

A minute passed before they spoke 
And when he raised his head
With tearful eyes he whispered that 
He wished that he was dead.

"Those tides wave back and beckon me 
When I walk along the sand.
I gave

I Am Grass

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

Mock On, Or Repent

When the serpent in the garden said to Eve, “You shall not surely die,”
He knew to his breast that he was telling her a lie,
But this was his way to get even with God for casting him out, 
From the courts of heaven to earth during their first bout.

He wanted to mock God by undermining

Hemlock Or the Power To Mock

What killed Socrates.
a weed or Aristophanes?
What caused an end so dire?
The law or just satire?
The cries of ignorant crowds.
or something in 'The Clouds'?

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