He rammed his basket
Into the busy isle
Customers looking on
Clearing a path for the angry mile
...blind as a bat
Her face was withered
Hardened by life's trials
Raging with sharp, cutting words
Projectile vomit burning in bile
...missing the target
They line up outside the windows
With signs blazing with cause
Innocent souls passing by
Bombarded in the wrath of pause
...aware, unwilling to change
Worlds looking on the surface
Telling inhabitants how things should be
Believing enlightened consciousness
Is superior to being able to SEE
...WISDOM as necessary
...ahhh...yes, the blind can't see
Written by Trudy Schrader on 09-05-2026
I like her, but I don't know if she likes me
It's hard to tell honestly
She talked and texted me platonically
Then she ghosted me for a while
She's like a projectile
Soars through the air then slowly falls
Loses interest, doesn't answer my calls
But now it's different, it's like I've picked up the arrow
And she's been waiting alot
She's more talkative, less narrow
I think it's time for me to pick up my bow and shoot my shot
Australia I shake my head..Are there no better choices.??
Has all reason fled?? To elect a truly ghastly crew.' Elbow??And his ci-horts.' Oh what a bilious slew.' They projectile
Vomit.. Such gilobbdy-gook' glib enough only for entitled sooks'
Can't you see? Haven't you heard? In order to get a good life (you need to loose) these nerds.' Safe and effective
As i've heard it said..' btw hows the median death rate.??
Well it needs to be said.' What great talents have been taken from our sunkissed land.?? Ya know upon reflection
It could all be planned?? I think on government helping
Over the last five years..' I leave all to think.? I leave all to
Ponder how albo's held onto power? The big gutless wonder! I'm just waiting...Yet hoping our country wont go
Under.!
Tying stone in a shaft to crack a nut there must have been cheer
Now,hitting by projectile thousands mile apart in ambience of fear
Imagine the warmth in skin when they sewed two pieces together
Now we grief over burnt skin through grinades and trigger pulled over
There must have been alliance among beings when they first articulated words
Heart bleeds when disparity in language is causing people to pull swords
How happy they must be when seeds sprouted in organized farming
Mother earth struggling to feed her childrens situation is alarming.
The despair among mothers waving farewell when there was pernicious plague
As if diseases are not enough to annihilate there are piles of uranium on sell.
Spent yesterday projectile
So violently I believe
Once or twice
It turned me inside out
It was not purty
What idigestable morsel
Was I seeking to dislodge ?
Indonesian folklore and Brazilian god An Puch are in agreement
moldavite, a vitreous silica projectile glass is the remnant of an invasion.
sky people from the Tyraxious Galaxy
left it as a clue when they took the Mayans
dispelling beliefs that Mayans were killed out by disease or an earthquake.
emerald tablet which is here today has mystical powers understood by….
a seventh daughter of the seventh daughter of the seventh daughter
this crucial tablet fell from alien space ship as it left with the Mayans
if we are to transform into the kindest, purest humans we can be.
until we unlock the secrets and memories of the moldavite tablet
the earth will continue to have a struggle with strife, disease and war.
spiritual beings are unlocking our minds all the time, to elicit change.
knowing when we understand, we will all become one.
because one equals won.
i want to go back to a time where i felt pretty
a time where i felt
something.
where slam poetry about brittle bones and bottles spoke to me
where sharp pieces of metal and sexy, seducing, sad songs spoke for me
and scars whispered what could’ve never been said
projectile vomiting diet coke and sugar-free bubblegum
choking on what i didn’t eat and the secrets eating me alive.
what a beautiful way to rot
i am a pesticide covered flower
a beautiful being crumbling slowly
right in front of your eyes.
you picked me to try and brighten your already dull life,
unknowing of my dullness
placed me in a dirty glass
what else could you have done?
i felt.
I felt pretty.
something.
something i wasn’t used to
like i was meant for more than rotting in this flower bed.
Oh emotional
projectile vomit!
Regurgitation
spewing all over,
sick to my stomach;
It makes no sense
feeling angry;
Nothing I did,
it’s not on me;
May the weight
you carry
reveal all;
Giving
nothing
shows.
now i know the details of the creatures
who walked around the Earth department
I always acted with them in this movie
until the projectile I sent split the base of the pavement
and the shards mark this end
what is human inside them bids farewell
they sadly greet their fate and goodbye
yes, i'm here assuming i could have been better
if I had pointed out what is hostile and said this is it
let's root out what consumes stability
before they sink into all life puddles
because if I carried them in me without words
I know that the love of my silence would be enough
to create a golden age and forgiveness
but I only seriously look to the end of the sky
and comets do their part in swarms
soon everything ceases, look how beautiful this darkness is
The world isn’t a haven anymore,
It’s not safe as the days of before,
At least the fuzz has made sure of that.
Youths are on the verge of extinction,
They are maimed, tortured, and killed,
By the very hands of the law,
That’s supposed to protect them.
We are all secured by insecurity,
What a life!
Police are everywhere,
Yet nowhere is safe,
Certainly not on their reach.
The authority taking an early lead,
On eradicating the future of hereafter,
Innocent youngsters are caught in between sides,
Where there is no right or wrong,
Just a projectile on the head,
As they struggle to make a life for themselves.
Parents all over the nation are wailing,
Crying for the survival of their children,
Sadly, their cries fall to deaf ears,
As a pertinent community cares not.
Did the arm of justice change its course?
Is it’s hand too tired to pick a fight?
Or is it too short to reach the right people?
Maybe it needs an offering to lend a hand.
©?såmsly_kenya???
like the feel of wood swooning to seas touch
the scrape of knife on plate
slow mo clouds on breeze unsure
hushing trees
gargled chuckles of seagull pass
acetically addictive
glass alps projectile vomit
from misunderstood sand
sea murmurs of deeps untook
plastic bag schooners
seaweed popping pimples
and tears
i remember the tears
the kids are going nuts
one almost keeled over
one inquires about the whereabouts
of the large-caliber pipe pistol
one gives the spheroid
a handshake and hug
the arm like an tartarean
eclipse with a surreptitious
star-nosed mourning
mole on the end of it
one gives the projectile
a high five, invented by a
basketball player with
four fingers
but what about him?
who is he under the
cycloidal velvet? how did
he get this gig?
did he expect models
draped over vintage tanks?
rubenesque ladies straddling
the missiles?
can he take the costume home?
who is responsible for it's wash?
does he put a cancer stick
in his touch hole in the car park?
does his lady-indoors
own a rammer?
he wishes the day would end
go home for a grapeshot
that he could be elevated
at forty-five degrees
and sent airborne towards
the automatic doors
Project underway; major milestones reached
Sweating the small stuff, as the Pastor preached
Eyes on the destination, not the journey tough
Braving dust, heat and storm in the rough
Thank God for blessings and talents given
Use them like you’re properly goal driven
Treasure will follow later on the road long
Till then I pray that you will stay strong
Life is like that; you win a few
Lose a few and start anew
A marriage of faith and hope
The stuff that will help you cope
this drunk man had fun
zigzags into the restroom...
projectile vomits
Submitted for...
''I'' Contest New Or Old Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Constance La France
Theme: Intoxicated
Original title: The Party's Over
Date written: 01/19/2021
Dilated time extends shuttle to projectile velocity
Accelerated approach shatters tachometer
Forcecul thrust spurs blob star pulp blur galaxies
Taken to religion's reason, infinity honourer
Surveying never discover wonder, God's audacity
Latent edges beckon an awakened explorer
Unbound compounds cast carbon vast possiblity
Timorous molecules amplify into emporium
Glimmer of pierced distance with quicker impulse
Emptying Earth certainty, pours fervid chaos
Ten-dimensional matrix comprises dots illustrious
Strings' swollen muster brings forth obvious
13th December
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