Before Its Asking
Only a Poet
can grow lilies
in the asphalt
Only a Poet
can dry laundry
in the rain
Only a Poet
can answer a question
before asking
Only a Poet
can cheat death
— from the grave
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The Bravado Of Pander
Self-endowed warriors
skirt the edges of danger
Lost approbation
their instincts to hunt
Dodging slings and arrows
of outraged propriety
The bravado of their pander
— in love with itself
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Lost Aspiration
Freedom
an outrage
to those
in their prisons
Its arrogance
and swagger
threatens
their bars
To wander
a cell
their chosen
vocation
In lost
aspiration
dying forever
— alone
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Everest Measures
The great majority
content to be average
But a few stir their actions
to test limits and law
The difference between
the strongest and weakest
Everest measures
— and Sir Edmond recalled
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Dicere Maximus
Say It Big
Say It Bigger
Say It Biggest
— BUT SAY IT
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Foretelling
The magic portendo
seducing the stillness
Alone in the shadows
— at home in the dark
(The New Room: June, 2026)
Gus the parrot blasted into the treetops
like a feathered firecracker
with zero impulse control,
one eyebrow-feather lifted
with a you-have-got-to-be-kidding attitude.
He clicked his beak in judgment,
ruffled plumage with a flair,
then leaned in like a critic
who’s unimpressed with the air.
A twig snapped.
“!Dios mio… SAY WHAT?!”
A cloud moved.
“!Dios mio… SAY WHAT?!”
His eyes bulged, his crest shot up,
his whole body vibrating
like a tiny, outraged disco ball.
No one knew what he was reacting to.
Possibly nothing.
Possibly everything.
But there he was~
a neon blur of disbelief
shouting “!Dios mio… SAY WHAT?!”
at the entire universe.
Annette Kellerman is famous for an event that may have never happened
There is no record of it, but the story is good
She is famous for wearing a one-piece bathing suit in 1907
Nineteen and assertive, she pooh-poohed the dress-pantaloons of the time
Many were outraged,
but this was the beginning of the end of the cumbersome suits
She paved the way for women to wear “Annette Kellermans”
as the one-piece suits were called.
There was a wide rumor that she had been arrested for wearing a one-piece.
Research has provided no basis for this rumor.
Annette was progressive.
In 1919 she was the first women to appear fully nude in a movie.
It was called A Daughter of the Gods
Don’t look for it
No copies exist
She was a professional swimmer, an actress and a writer.
Doing her Australian heritage proud.
~~ December 7 is Pearl Harbor Day ~~
Pearl Harbor Day is here
‘Day of Infamy’
in American History
And yet, I bet
Most today forget
our Dec. 8 mindset:
Outraged and out for blood
To be Japanese in America
was to be human mud
We showed those Japs
Locked ‘em away
In internment camps
For three years and a day
And now, 84 years later
Are we any better today
There wouldn't be haters if you ignored negative admirers
Are you really expecting honesty from a person who's a liar
Stay positive and expect the unexpected
Ignoring ignorance keeps you unaffected
You leave the house knowing you good in that dress
Yes the insecure are going hate so just ignore that mess
If most of us ignored ignorance road rage wouldn't be a success
Those who do things just for attention would fail in their quest
Ignorant people fuel their fire when they gain the attention of others
Why else does a spoiled child act out in public with it's mother
If you don't like ignorance then why do you stare at it
Listening to a person talking to himself knowing he's a drug addict
Have you seen the way people talk too loud just to be noticed
They would feel like a nobody if you would keep your focus
Ignorance becomes outraged when it doesn't get the attention it wants
Violence can't ignite or escalate if you ignore someone's taunts
Half the ignorant are defeated when you don't show a reaction
I ignore ignorance because i cant stand it with a passion
The untimed snow rushed insulted against the glassed shoulders on the poster,
and they were made of paper, they were bare…
It cried, scalded, on the painted, colorful faces,
and they were made of paper, they were bare…
Its outraged tears transformed into tears of joy,
and through them they were still smiling,
not caring for the bitter cold,
in defiance of the delayed spring,
Because they knew,
It could not wash away their colors,
It could not cover their bare shoulders.
Taking a child from an unmarried mother is shocking, many are shamed and shunned by society with many taking their own lives, sadly
in some parts of the world this vile practise continues.
Quote by poet.
Paul and Suzy fell in love whilst they were both still at school,
They were inseparable and often seen holding hands together,
Suzy found out she was with child; her parents were outraged.
When her son was born her parents gave him up for adoption,
the next morning, she was found dead with a note by her side
and in her hand was a small cuddly toy that Paul had given her.
I wear a poppy every day
And always there’s someone who’ll say,
“You’ve got it wrong! That’s not the way,
My man, you’re disrespectful!”
You know the type. They take delight,
Dictating what is wrong, what’s right.
But really I don’t give a sh*te.
I’m not at all regretful.
“Not on your hat! It’s all askew!
The leaf at eleven, not six or two!”
What a ridiculous, pointless to-do!
Really? Does it matter?
So my poppy’s on a shirt, a tie
Low on my coat or pinned up high
I really do not understand why,
There’s so much outraged chatter.
You see, it’s not the way it’s worn;
What piece of clothing you adorn,
Smart as a guardsman or tattered and torn.
What matters is, it’s there.
I wear my poppy how I like.
The haters? They can take a hike!
You wanna moan? Get on yer bike!
My tribute’s my affair.
I amm incensed apalled; outraged as an intended blanket Un-law approaches its final stage.' where is the backbone?
Oh Victoria fair.' Is it truly lacking? What are you allowing?
Down there.' You seem only to loose.' And give away.? Yet
You have come to the point.' As to whats the point? All must say? Your lives are next.' And the very soul of a (once
Famous state) now WAKE UP BE BOLD!! treat this as you
Did ' the voice' just stand together its a simple choice.'
Stand for your elders who in con-vid died for your chidrden
Harmed.' Search for some hestro-pride.' Support the warriors there are many still 'dig in diggers' and hold your
Hill.! Speak the truth and honour all your brave fallen.!
Show the country and the world. That you are all; going
All in!
The fearless soldier with a glowing and youthful look
aims his rifle toward his enemy behind the barrack,
while thoughts are focused on practical and clever survival;
the concept of horrifying death is as distant as imminent hell!
The voluptuous gal with artful fingers massages his client's body,
to her wishes are paid in hefty sums to satisfy her corporal desires;
morality has been replaced by want, nothing will deny her pleasures:
does incurable disease make her worry and go back to a life of purity?
The peachy-cheeked girl gently picks up the fragile petals of blue lilies
dispersed by gusty blows of rageful wind swooping above and around her;
she should be outraged and find a calmer meadow amid the lively hills:
no whim smears with anger her charming smile adorned by hair so fair!
The newborn baby, pulled from his mom womb, emits a scream into light,
there's no happier mother caressing him, nurturing him with sweetness;
life offers joys and awful moments, while death offers pervasive fears:
between these two stands immortality as conceived by religion, not fact!
In the resonant noise of continual commotion,
as the voice of hysteria feels quietened
by the tender touch of consummate calmness,
the serene sheath of sentiments sinks slow
with uniquely unexpressed notion
in the unreachable forsaken depth of the mute mind.
When the cacophony outside finally subsides,
the unsaid becomes the sound of silence,
that vibrates where it finds the desired niche,
strikes softly the unknown chord of harmony.
The expression enunciates what isn’t conveyed yet
from the placid depth of quietude.
In the chaotic space of crumbled relationships
the squally sentiments spiral outraged
in the whirlwind of invasive indignation,
where they once grew in the eye of resentment storm.
Many hues of sensitivity act in the kaleidoscopic show
in the frozen depth of the heart unfeelingly hollow.
When the tempest stops after the apocalypse,
the designed perceptual shroud of stalled silence
spreads in the psychic pathway paved by cogent essence,
where the fragrant wind of seraphic spring blows
with floral emotions that walk the dormant desires
in the desolate streets of solitude.
Let the sleeping beast lie
For the sleep means peace
But there’s always one to try
To awake the beast
Outraged, it can’t be stopped
For the beast is wild
There’s one moral in its job
Any fool that tries
To awake the beast, will get
Lots of trouble in return
Then pretend they didn’t expect
Such a high concern
But you can’t improve the beast
Leave it where it lies
For a sleeping beast at least
Doesn’t need your lives.
The votes casted
President selected
A lot of angry voters sad
Quarrelsome.
You were outraged, although you smiled
You felt that you could hardly care
You see me as an orphan child
Too often, more than you can bear
Say it ain’t so, confute my words
I much prefer them to be wrong
But I just wanted to be heard
Not isolated for so long
This shallow life is getting deep
Truth split in halves, as I have seen
You’re calm and silent, when you sleep
With your remote, beside the screen
I came to kiss you, but you thought
I’ve had enough, and maybe more
Than I deserved, so you have got
A little extra time, what for?
Non-performing AI and EV’s now center stage
customers rightly outraged
Unleash your primal scream
Transgender men destroying women’s sports
dominating arenas and courts
Unleash your primal scream
Immigration at the border’s a nightmare
Let ‘em all in, give ‘em welfare
Unleash your primal scream
If we all scream loud enough
the D.C. elites will have to get tough
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