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Let's Learn Humanities!
Let's learn a Social Science subject called Humanities
Come and engage in artistic skills & hobbies
Indulge with the colors & shapes of Painting
The forms & figures of Architecture & Sculpting
Let us Sing & Dance to the Music
In Literature, Theater & Film, experience the magic
In Fashion, let us all dress up like models
Arts are both for pure breeds & mongrels!
-04/29/2017
(Dumarao)
*SSN Poems
She is a sop to insanity, a foreign minister that sounds off like a gong.' With such alien love
She is imbued, of all things strange.' And imported shoes..' all the time she's been around, we've watched living Aussies driven into the ground' hope assailed and
Men denigrated, women disenfranchised
My nerves; are by now raw grated, i've known cross-eyed mongrels, with a better view; of
Aussie values, ya-know? just things true blue..Like safe streets. And parks' like beaches and lakes, instead its
The chop-suey
Only; menu..Or an empty plate, I'll swear she trading noodles, for spaghetti sticks
As albo, creams of millions..
Its sick sick sick.' And things really won't
get better.' All the time this
Wong one, keeps.' Sending off; all
those loaded red letters.'
Perhaps dawn; night will be strikethrough —
perhaps even my solitary nights.
Who knows, perhaps the sun —
though inevitable,a smile will defy its gold.
Perhaps twilight dawns are beautiful,
But even brightest dawns signal the dark.
Perhaps you will notice, a bankrupt smile.
Even night-birds chatter,
Even crickets, even in silent midnights,
Many a mongrels howl, perhaps —
a song, perhaps hope,
Perhaps you will notice.
Perhaps a golden dawn ray
will tap my shoulder,
and I will wake to bliss.
Perhaps the lark will sing,
or perhaps the clouds —
will be bright with rain,
The weatherman might be in error.
Perhaps I will finally dance; in peace
Perhaps…
Pepper the pink and red poodle with her nose in the air
Walked down the runway without a concern or care
She knew the peons were watching her swag
But barely gave them even the hint of a wag
These dogs are beneath me, I am the great one, she thought
Pepper the Perfect did what she needed, did what she ought
She marched down that runway in an elegant way.
Not caring about the mongrels who were watching that day
Her reds and her pinks were made by famous fashion designer Glee.
He only designed for a few actresses and film stars as important as she.
Pepper had given him his start, and she did this as a favor to him.
He had asked her to smile, but that would have cost extra with vim.
Where it is sold mongrels you meet!
You should guess: venues not too neat
But man shuns not gladdening meat:
Pork buyers do storm in my street…
Children who neared meat mum would beat,
Not like biscuit that spares kids heat.
Quite often mothers such case treat,
Child thief keeps standing, no seat…
Buyer to Butchers “You’re a cheat!”
Except he’d weighed meat to doubts beat;
Next time, butcher one might not greet
From his stand distancing one’s feet…
In most meals men hope to meat meet
Women for ice-cream love more meat,
In their lives meat ahead of wheat;
Nipple never makes it to teat…
Meat’s biggest challenge from sea fish,
In Japan, meat less a food wish.
Having known scoundrels, like these up close,
Happily using your monies on which to dine
Family coffers stuffed, be they duly accursed!
High cost yes,your money buys them fine wine.
Why stand you chairlesss,at graveside service,
As these pretentious mongrels at you,widely smile.
Are you not aware of their most greedy malice?
You, the mourning,blind,unaware of their unholy guile.
Let serving all the grieving, be their primary practice.
4/15/2023
Pepper the pink and red poodle with her nose in the air
Walked down the runway without a concern or care
She knew the peons were watching her swag
But barely gave them even the hint of a wag
These dogs are beneath me, I am the great one, she thought
Pepper the Perfect did what she needed, did what she ought
She marched down that runway in an elegant way.
Not caring about the mongrels who were watching that day
Her reds and her pinks were made by famous fashion designer Glee.
He only designed for a few actresses and film stars as important as she.
Pepper had given him his start, and she did this as a favor to him.
He had asked her to smile, but that would have cost extra with vim.
His eyes with salty tears wet
Over needless reckless bet
On some spacious rooms to let,
Whose owner Nick Dick had met
And was told “Time for it not set.”
Not the same as “Not for let”
Rather meaning “Not quite yet”.
Then, just like that, rooms got set,
Nick Dick to this not forget
Like one cannot a ruined pet;
Mongrels: The Injecting Vet…
Where might he now thousands get
To good make an entered bet?
Twenty thousand grand not yet…
Nick has walked into a net.
Macabre stairs that creek horrendously beneath her feet
that creepy little girl descending owns hair as fine as wheat
Shadows play on the wall like evil puppeteers of old
they are silhouettes of gloom, exploiters of the underworld I'm told
With gutterish ***** she calls out to the old Master of defeat
" Trick or treat give me something good to eat "
Cognizant of goblins, ghosts and Satan's world now feared
Halloween is but a darkness seized by living creatures geared.
Hybrid breeds of children well disguised with brawl
Open doors left ajar walking mongrels staggers call
"Trick or treat give me something good to eat"
Grap a costume meet the blondie with the gory purple lips
its Halloween with all its dread, here have a bag of chips!
"Trick or treat give me something good to eat"
Oct 29 2022
Sponsor Emile Pinet
Contest Name Halloween
Mixed Messages
One last ticket.
One last seat on the train.
Running fast,
to make it, before there is
no chance to escape,
the fate of the ages.
Stone statues,
frozen in time...
put up, taken down,
pulled apart and destroyed.
Toys to the elites,
making sweeping decisions...
that effect us all.
Shooting rays at the sun,
that warms our world.
There... there is life bleeding out,
in torrents of colors,
red, gold, blue, and even green.
Soon there will be
no living thing...
left.
The rich man buys up acres,
and lets the land go fallow.
The homeless starve in their tents
downtown.
Food lines, and riots by pirates,
a caravan of the starving
mongrels, zombies,
and the lost.
The journey coming to an end,
the roller skates stopped on the concrete...
signs that say go home,
but there is nowhere to go.
Hark!
It’s getting dark!
Long gone to nest, the lark…
But for the mongrels
Good nominees for Satan’s laurels,
Just for their vicious teeth that spark,
Time to interminably bark
And liberties take
With canines; uncanny mark
That resilient flesh break,
On their victims in amusement parks
Producing un-amusing facsimile of shark’s.
Night guard dogs,
Forever, I have cancelled night jogs.
For the sake of ratings. We've been played again
Media mongrels, rewinding the worst of mankind
in the bowels of primetime
24/7/365 (hog)feed.
Leaving us ununited and completely cleaved and bloodied.
We've been played again by big pharma (those lords of greed).
Poisoning the sheep for short-term profit.
Pushing corrosive chemicals and vague vaccines.
We've been played again by ogre-run governments.
Infesting districts and house seats one by one
with grabbers -never givers,
Anti-American haters and Master race baiters
flag-burning bottom feeders...
Pursuers not of happiness but of mayhem and anarchy.
Godless creatures of the anti-everything.
We've been played again.
Deed beseeches with no passion,
Ruled like a peasant,
By cussing, language was weaken,
Rationality overruled by emotion,
Ignorance detests reason,
These mongrels play chicken.
What a trick!
SPIDER SILLY CRAWLINGS UP AND DOWN A WEBBED WALL
THERE ARE GOBBLINS AND MONSTERS & MEOWLINGS TOO
JUMPING JACKS THAT POP AND LITTLE SLY FOXES THAT RUN
FOR GOODNESS SAKE BE SAFE, SAYS THE EVE OF GOOD WILL
SCARY DOLLIES WITH EYEBALLS THAT JIGGLE AND WIGGLE
A PORCUPINE CHILD WITH A PRICKLY DEMEANOR, OH MY !
HAUNTINGS & MUDDLINGS, SCATTERINGS & SCARINGS
THE KIDS IN THEIR GARMENTS ARE WILDER THEN RODENTS
HERE COMES THE STICKLIEST WITCH OF THE YEAR
FLYING ON A BROOMSTICK BEWARE, SHE DRAWS NEAR
SHE HACKLES AND CACKLES WITH DROOPY NOSE QUACKLES
MY KIDDIES BE CAREFUL, DON'T EAT FROM HER CASTLE
SHE'S GOT MONGRELS AND HYBRIDS AND ALL KINDS OF BREEDS
AND EVEN THE GOBBLINS ARE AFRAID OF HER GREED
SHE'LL TRICK YOU SHE'LL TREAT YOU, BUT DON'T YOU BELIEVE HER
HER CAULDRON IS READY AND SOON SHE'LL BE FETCHIN'
SPIDERS AND GOBBLINS , LITTLE ONES TOO, EYEBALLS AND TOES,
AND MAYBE , .... EVEN YOU !
Golly, this day could be my very
last!
So no, I am not going to organize
my house really fast.
I will sit with my cat, her calico
fur, a love drape upon me.
With warm cup of Joe and yes,
writing poetry that sings of life,
not strife!
Not one ear of mine for doomsday
sayers.
Who love predicting our coming end.
Go look out your window, do!
Do you see millions of dead?
Is an iceberg in your yard, over
your head?
That's the vision the media wants
you to retain.
A planet filled with floods, fires
and incurable pain.
Their latest is the pandemic scare,
hello?
Get your flu shot, the drug
companies see you are a cash cow.
"Come down to the pharmacy,get your
flu shot," they hawk now!
Ah, media, I love your theatrics!
As evil as the snake in Eden was.
How crazy are your prancing antics!
Such pitiful, feigned hypocrisy.
Negative, overpaid, lying donkeys!
Methinks Panagiota dislikes phony
news.
Very true, very true!
News should be on one night a year.
Imagine how free your mind would be.
Not overloaded by the mongrels of
flotsom and jetson chicanery.
September 20, 2019
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