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Oi Oi Hoi Polloi

All aboard the bizarre Farage barge.. 

Unless of course you are from abroad..
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Narcissist catalyst.. old school fraud..discord twist..

Can't resist.. staging the raging red mist.. 

Fist of Mob rule tryst does persist..  


Depraved raves..insist..craved faves..

Won't save slaves & knaves..

Hellbent they are sent..

To graves under the waves…

Foolish votes for ghoulish gloats..

Seedier media leaders lying..

Defying the dying..


Folks crying..ghastly ghostly boats..

Crude jokes delude..lewd masterstrokes denude..

Corporate rascal castle debacle floats..

On dank murky murderous moats..

Scuffles.. muffles ruffles & kerfuffles

Pokes & provokes just for bank notes..


The ubiquity of inequity

This poem or tome..

Every face…race should be.

Free to roam..

In this place..

We all call home..

tongue melts evokes bliss

old gold chocolate egg unwrapped from foil melts in mouth provokes pure bliss

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Evil thrust

So many times I visit sorrow.
I gave you my heart to borrow.
I've walked this path too much.
Evil as such.

Horrifying to grasp this love.
Blood covers the sin on my glove.
I feast a lot on pain,
Nothing but rejection to gain.

I love, but not love that should be.
I hide from that evil I so often see.
So innocent from the start.
Too stupid, too smart...

I cry for souls that are lost, mostly my own.
Love hurts, I should have known.
I fear the power of unity. 
I crave sweet serenity.

The Heart of Lust, struggling to offer trust.
It conquers good,
Provokes evil, 
creating a sensuous mood.

Why hide from power?
We are not the innocent flower.
Love is what I'm striving for.
Yet, the tunnel is dark towards that mystical door.

Sources of evil lusting for my soul.
Destruction their only goal.
Surrender to the unknown presence,
Feel it's dark essence.

Total destruction of body and mind.
Leave love behind. 
Envision inner peace. 
Embrace lust and ignore the desire to cease.

The truth is, we live a lie.
We must enjoy life, for we all will die.

Secondhand Smoke

"Long has My grace been proffered
Long has intercession been offered
Short is My space for repentance
'On my terms!' frames their resistance

'Tis not I who needs to change
Defying My terms will estrange
Worship Me in spirit and truth
Stop treating My words as uncouth

My Vineyard I designed to produce
But not all of My grapes have juice
These are destined for destruction
They refuse to obey My instruction

Secondhand smoke provokes My eyes
Their sacrifices only antagonize
Their outcome has been decreed
Curses will pursue their seed

Their toxic smoke is spreading
The effects of it - upsetting
False gods mislead and blind 
Fulfilling the devil's design

Blowing immoral smoke in My face
Masking deceit without disgrace
They have earned My displeasure
I'll punish them in full measure

But My good grapes will inherit
As joint-heirs, they'll share it
They truly love and obey Me
Becoming My priority

I'll restore the Universe for them
New Jerusalem from every kind of gem
Justice and righteousness prevail
Secondhand smoke is a devil's tale"

Abcedarian Poem for Kicks and Giggles

alabaster aardvark allows
banished blue booby
cobblestone cracks
during Dubuque’s disastrous date
effervescent egrets
feel felonious and free
giving giant giraffe gratitude
high-fiving hilarious hyenas
illustrious indigo iguana
jokily justifies
kangaroo’s curious kindness
luxurious llama laughs
mangy monkey mimics
noisy next-door neighbor
ornery oustanding ostrich of Oz
provokes prissy persnickety peacock
querulously quarrels with quick quail
resident rodent rushes
sassily sure-footed and serious
temperate tarantula turns
under universal udder
variegated villainous veins
willingly walk weirdly
‘xciting ‘xacting ‘xtraordinary
yellow yang yaks
zing in zigzag zones, zeroing alabaster aardvarks

The Heatwave is Over

The heatwave is over, the skies are pale grey
The pouring rain hit the leaves 
This morning provokes not to think, but to say
Something about the green trees
While they are still green, summer hasn’t yet gone 
But there’s not much time left to hear
The hissing of summer rains, canaries song
With autumn it all disappears
And there will be new rains, much colder than this
Green leaves will turn yellow and brown
To be carried away with the wind from abyss
That lays the first snow on the ground.

P U P P E T E E R

prevents his victim from having friends
undermines her relationship with her family
provokes her into isolating from all other people
pressures her into pleasing him with disappointed looks
exercises his will through pouts and jeers
teases her into seeing things his way
excessive propaganda to brainwash her to his will
excited about his power over his victim
rigorously pulling her strings

Swaying Sensibilities

Swaying Sensibilities

In the sultry summer nights, wistful waves weave a seductive spell, wet and wild, while whispering winds waltz with wistful wonders, writing tales of tantalizing temptations, tip-toeing towards a torrent of tormented desires.

Scintillating sensations serenade the soul’s sensuous sanctuary, stirring subtle symphonies of sultry seduction, swaying sexy sensibilities.

Climactic contractions culminate and course through our corporal connection,
Pent-up passions pour into your pulsating pelvis,
Powerful primal prowess, pervasive pain, provokes penetrating pleasures,
Our hearts pounding, peak pulse pressures, panting and perspiring; covered in coveted carnal contentment.

-Edward

Smoking

A lit cigarette 
provokes beginning of thoughts 
rising emotions 

burning sensation 
relieves all worries and doubt 
the rest up in smoke

Resilient Re-Scenting

I thought I had grasped it once, like the Arabian myrrh.
Then it started fading like dew before the morning sun.
Legends say that the musk of a deer dwells within its fur.
Ignorant knowing or knowing ignorance is soul-spun.

A tinge of infidelity is pleasantly blended.
Though it provokes the spirit, its toxin brings dizziness.
Our inquisitive questions, like childhood tales, ended
Our feeble thoughts, words, and deeds have been filmed with flimsiness.

Those little surprises with which we won each other's hearts
Those syllables of sensitivity that we uttered
Those thrill-filled waits to share our meals with flavours of all sorts
Have quietly demised as in slow death, mind gets fluttered.

Come, love. It's not late yet. Let's leave those nightmare memories.
Let's set new goals. Share. Care. Let's fill our hearts with mysteries.

ENGLAND

I want to write about peace!
I want to write about multiculturalism!
I want to write about fairness!
I want to write about love!

                   BUT…

If it’s not good enough the verse that I say?
If it provokes no thought, then please walk away.

If they’re not good enough the thoughts spoken from my mouth?
Then please return to the MADNESS and drown out the sound.

A Streetcar Named G Major

Clang, clang, clang, toots a trolley: X-s-teams,
though it's not the same San Fran by the Bay,
remembrance connects, perspective redeems,
sound stirs, 'Mathis', "It's Not For Me To Say".

Maintained posture as my observance probes,
heedless complacency, schemed convenience, 
the prate news reader provokes our earlobes, 
heroines chat as a girl grasps missed-chance.

Tram's next stop, the conductor ring updates,
abides fixed whiles, a life away smokes forth,
traffic noise flowing, like manmade primates,
shrieks giving birth...streetcar desired...part.

Ding, ding, ding, went the bell; attuned Judy,
"Voices of Spring", scratched slippers of ruby.

Smug

Smugness in human behaviour
Is such an unappealing trait
A smug word ,a smug smile
Only provokes hate

If a smug superior attitude 
Is all you offer and deliver
Zip your mouth and lock it
And throw the key in the river!!

Question

"The quality of a question is not judged by its complexity, 
but by the complexity of the thinking it provokes."
                                                        ~ Joseph O'Connor

I question why the sun seems to sink in the sea
when after his laborious work day is done
And why does the moon fade like a reverie
when her golden light has all been spun

I query why stars die in great bursts of glory
and I wonder where their twinkling bits go
Flowers withering quickly, I question the story
and how some can live buried 'neath the snow

Why do beautiful blooms live only for days
then begin to die as petals fall to the ground
but their progeny lives on, their substance stays
alive from seeds left behind, and will abound

I'd inquire of the sun himself, if it's surprising
that he wakes to embrace the Earth at dawn
and if he's sad not to witness the moon rising
Why do I start weeping when I see a lone swan

How beautiful things perish before their time
I question the reasons why and so many more
Such glorious things we think are truly sublime
These wondrous things that we cannot restore

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