Politics
It's not really real
It's not even fantasy
More of a circus
Full of conjurers tricks
Slip of the hand
Slight of the wrist
Clowns in expensive suits
Ring master, right wing master
Corporate fool
Is a capitalist tool
Politricks
It's not really real
And it aint even fantasy
False reality in a failed society
Failed by design society
What society?
More like anxiety and notoriety
Wakey wakey to modern slavery
1% slave master, 99% the other
Jester and buffoon
Free world leaders
Politics
It's not really real
It's just an illusion
Magic money tree
Collusion and confusion
Act of treacherous delusion
Fake normality, no civility
Faux actuality
Hypocrisy in democracy
Leader of autocracy
Deceptive Twatt
Politricks
It's not really real
We're all being played
In a game of psychology
Cognitive thuggery
Betray and dupe
Muggins and chump
Baffle and beguile
By all that's vile
Welcome to modern slavery
1% slave master, 99% the other
Politics
Had I been a lout I could have married the princess;
My wife's brother has married a banker's daughter.
My neighbor Jacob's wife Megan is a curio-shop owner.
My friend Lucas is blessed with Annabel a Google CEO.
My brother is honeymooning in Hawaii with Grace Kelly.
But fate..I know his status.
Poor, bankrupt, will soon end up in jail.
Fate, I ain't a goddamn muggins like you.
Eight lines of fate, when you wonder if it is too late Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Silent One
06/27/2018
My old firm now seemed to have an African address,
I wondered how much of it was just a mess,
Green Lane had become No. 1 Moffat Ave., Kwazulu,
now I could hear the locals muttering:
'Oogu poogu poogu! ( you are a fool)
I had visions of an asegai shuddering into the door,
Rorke's Drift really happened in the time of the Boer;
I used to draw charts, we had an African employee,
I wondered why he couldn't do them instead of me.
Because he wasn't good enough, muggins was in line,
client's requirements - don't forget the rack for the wine;
the symbols on the columns said: 'You must enjoy -
whether you like it or not, please don't call me 'boy.'
They buried Winnie, ironic name as she was a loser,
after 'necklaces,' killing boys, we shouldn't excuse her.
Believe me I speak of no falsehood,
But of sincerity my heart aches for you;
Yangdey! The enchanting divine soul,
Let no tear fall and fear of denial rule,
Cause in you I find comfort to my gloom;
Appeasing just to look at and to be with,
No sorrow my heart knows but the delight
Even in precarious unsolicited plight;
So pious and angelic, Yangdey you’re!
Merely a word or a second span of discourse,
Enormous glee you surge me with;
Gracious you! Adorable and alluring,
Do you spare a second for muggins here?
Brooding upon the endearments delivered
And pleased at the word of untainted soul;
Beautiful Yangdey, the reason I so smile!
Hear the amorous soul that yearns for you
And feel the warmth my heart radiates for you-
‘Cause you’re, the most beautiful thing ever
That makes my heart flutter!
Lady Helen
Yes I was on a train you see,
Talking to an old traveler on the train,
A blond lady came aboard sweetly,
Old fellow said “it might rain,”
So muggins me I said “I’d try,”
To catch this pretty lass,
“No chance” said the old timer,
So Johnson had no chance?
So I sat beside her and we talked,
Helen was going to the city,
She had broke up with her boyfriend,
I was sympathetic, and half of witty,
So like in the movies, I flopped my head,
Upon her ample lap,
She didn’t toss me off, instead,
Said come to my sleeper, perhaps,
Slightly shocked, I did as I was asked,
In her sleeper we kissed, and sensual laughed,
Her lovely shape did not escape ,
the burning fever mine,
we made sweet loving all the night,
till the sun to heaven climbed.
But then I lost her phone number?
Don Johnson 23-sep-11
nette onclaud
Contest Name SOFT SENSUALITY
First date
My first date was on a steaming train, really
Blonde strange lady, no not plain, nice,
A fellow followed from station to station, yes he did.
Wanted to marry her, loves creation, and the rest.
An old man on the train then he said, he did.
“You won’t catch her, no chance Ned”
So muggins me I had to try, had to.
To show just him, the older guy?
Heather told me all about herself, the lot.
With no idea, I moved with stealth. got to smile.
I lay upon her green skirt, lap, good fun.
Played the part of the movie chap, so I thought.
The old guy was in speechless shock, perhaps.
Sleeper bound at 3 oclock,
“What now” I thought, “what do I do,” virgin hey.
First time was hers, first was me too.
Ah yes the fire still burns, and lovers yearn,
the thoughts of stolen kisses,
do we from life a lesson learn,
first love is surely blissss
for Carol Brown's First date contest
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