Purveyor Poems | Examples

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Premium Member Wrapping a Little Terrorist in Love


              Long before he donned the garb of terror
                  in his twisted mind, ‘no error’
               
              He lay in swaddling clothes in his loving mother’s arms
                  a purveyor of charm ~ tender ~ incapable of harm

Premium Member The Kenopsia of School Halls

Every day we are ushered as the school bells peal
To inaugurate the start of the next school day’s zeal
Everyday we pledge allegiance to our flag
And to our nation, and to our God we appeal

There is teaching and learning going on 
As the custodian passes by each class
Removing black marks from the hallway floors
Cleaning finger smudges from the glass

He knows the goings-on and those coming and those going
He knows what to do in the heat and after every snowing
He is the surveyllerist and purveyor of them
He’s behind the scenes to keep the school year rolling

As soon as the school year starts, there is a period at the end of the sentence
And the adventure of summer cleaning commences
And the kenopsia of a school vacated
Eerily all cries and sighs and laughter as echoes have faded

Talisman of culinary elan could be Japan


Those with a culinary masterplan 

Know go for neon glow talisman 

Spick & span with fancy dan elan

Wooing doing the cooing can-can


Riot on a diet expands my lifespan

Wrinkle free wry mystery Peter Pan

Doorman to sly new world deadpan 


For sushi like John Belushi a madman

Oodles of noodles like silky doodles

Caveman craved calming ramen amen


In a hurry then lasso a curry.. yep Katsu

From svelte purveyor and belt conveyor 

Time to have a durry in the rusty daihatsu


Beg for an egg sandwich from heaven

Palette parsons from Lawsons not 7/11


Stricken saved by nori or yakitori chicken

Remembers glory of flaming embers story

Or ditty of look at me too pretty sashimi


Detect such respect in every single aspect

Mingle & scan no defect full effect scran 

No also ran but our number one suspect

Wasabi touch of ginger..trusty kemo sabe

Culture protect am a fan can only be Japan


Premium Member Shameful cretin; cregan'

There is no justice, in Ireland under such 
Officials as this.' Mountjoy incarceraction no injustice is hid.' Trans-human machinery
Is the purveyor and rule.' Wielded
By such morons.' The emphasis weighted, cruel..A souless pervasion, rabid yet drear,  just; un-just.' This
Is the face, of an authority, that appears the rear..End of all un-reason we observe; in round disgust. At its fecal dis-charges, I protest I must!
Its Labelled lawfull, though yet so awfull '
This proclaims of all insanity.' Nonsense is
Prevelant, the faith is gone; from this system now, that is truly bust.'

Ode to the Sultan of Slights

You are a soligaster of the highest order, held in pristine favor by your court.  A wordsmith after Satan’s own heart. 

Champion of Doublespeak, a demonstrative firebrand with a MAGA-phone.  An artful dodger, complete with chaotic DOGE. 

Delusions more grandiose than Bonaparte, crowned King of Deception you be a celebrated charlatan who follies in the scam. 

Hats off to the Misleader of the Free World, ‘Trumping’ reality in monolith farce filled fallacies, fabulously flaunting fake. 

Protagonists of propaganda.  Promoter of pandemonium. You thrive in ‘Mythomania’ unraveling truths with charismatic flare.

Purveyor of provocation.
Pestilence peddling Prince of  Calamity.  May you find solace  amongst the shameless.

Ode to the Sultan of Slights

You are a soligaster of the highest order, held in pristine favor by your court.  A wordsmith after Satan’s own heart. 

Champion of Doublespeak, a demonstrative firebrand with a MAGA-phone.  An artful dodger, complete with chaotic DOGE. 

Delusions more grandiose than Bonaparte, crowned King of Deception you be a celebrated charlatan who follies in the scam. 

Hats off to the Misleader of the Free World, ‘Trumping’ reality in monolith farce filled fallacies, fabulously flaunting fake. 

Protagonists of propaganda.  Promoter of pandemonium. You thrive in ‘Mythomania’ unraveling truths with charismatic flare.

Purveyor of provocation.
Pestilence peddling Prince of  Calamity.  May you find solace  amongst the shameless.


They Wanted an A-Bomb

For 46 years - prideful and hateful 
Wrath, envy, spreading the net
Building an A-Bomb, a decision fateful
A sword to be held, like eternal threat

Destruction, murder, elimination
Iran, to wipe Israel off the map
A sordid task for the whole nation
Stubborn threats, boasts, contempt

It was their purpose, the goal, the aim
To end every Jew on planet Earth
Fanned hot Middle Eastern flame
To Hamas and Hezbollah, they gave birth

Spread the tentacles, to suffocate
To build an Islamic Republic empire
Never learned from the old caliphates
They are all gone, purged by fire

Lusted for bomb, to be held as a club
Over every fearful head, forever
Wanted to enter the atomic club
By picking the locks and feeling clever 

The last mile, they were almost there
To grip the victory with the jaws
Removing all stops, and didn’t care
Moving forward without pause

But no, those dreams never came to pass
Atomic Persia, the purveyor of dread
Where are you now, evil top brass?
Someplace unfound, unburied and dead

June 16, 2025

Premium Member It Is To Be

the choir chimed in 
a chorus of rebuke 
or stones we'd hurl
abusing the adulteress's skin 
shoot your pocket rocks 
passing judgment comes down 
like diluvial rains splashing
gory-red upon your frocks 

it was to be...  

her luggage, some water-jars
Samaritan's soles cooked &
cured by partiality &
cancel culture, burying stars 
Desert Rose Parchment Gazette 
circulated the dame's tragedies 
watering-hole purists rebuffed her
like Hester of Scarlet 

it was to be... 

but five (4+1) days late 
the state of death 
arose, rank and proud  
with results beyond debate 
Brother Lazarus' fate sealed 
in the tacit tombs
there for the world 
and his women appealed 

none was to be 
ne'er was to be  

Oh, Creator of Earth,
& Heavens outweighs the 
chains of men's destinies 
enters seas of dearth 
that i should gain 
Your cherubic fiddling surceased:
extemporizing treatises in sands
divining springs quenching pain 
How impossibly the author
of Tomorrow and hero
of souls and spine 
of faith, the purveyor
of Paradise and mercy
of the made, despoils
death's feats & fervor.
Selah. Let it be.

The Book of Beelzebub

Forever, I lurk within shadowy wings
Betraying my friends for the silver it brings
Once I was the shepherd, 'n' leading the flock
Now I am the warden, 'n' guarding the lock.

Those who besmirch me, a'drown in the flood
The sweat from your nightmares, sustaining my blood
I, the creator of thousand-year rains
And I am the master of all that remains.

Unleashing a plague that none would believe
Commanding my armies to rise from the seas
For I am the Devil. Turn'd men into mice
And I am the lord of both fire and ice.

For I can be gentle, both charming and kind
To those whom the reaper has sent me to find
I am the 'darling' who hides in plain sight
But I am the cold 'n' the darkness of night.

The world is a crystal, the lines are unblurr'd
The rapture, delay'd until I give the word
I am the monster who smiles at your pain
Yet I am the mercy to heal you again.

Purveyor of sin and of poisonous wealth
Who drank from the grail of Jesus himself
I am the daemon who preys on the weak
And I am the keeper of all that you seek.

the open mind

the mind is open for a change

Headless embrace an easy life a lift down the seventh floor to a foyer and doors that open automatically a café serves one from cooking peeling potatoes and ready-made salads
a walk in the avenue of shops that have empty words while expensive cars drive driven by owners whose sense of beauty is a Musk truck dead steel against the greening grass
then you know there will never be dog hair on the sofa, and there will be no happy, friendly dog you're here and she is content
You plan your escape from the trivial, how fast a lift takes to ground level, but meet an obstacle called old age and the maidens have gone
Finally, you see yourself in the bathroom mirror the ultimate purveyor of truth, the loss is
absolute, but despite that dreams are bigger than you whisper and tell you of a way out

SUTURECALIFRAGILISTICEXPIALIDOSES

BREAKING: [WEALTHY VENTURE CAPITALIST] BUYS 
[PLOT OF LAND] FOR [INDUSTRIAL EXPANSION]

[CIGARETTES] AND [TYLENOL]
[TORNIQUETES] AND [ALCOHOL]
LOOPY DOOPY [LAUGHING GAS]
[COLORS] [FLAVORS] [SASSAFRAS]

FOR [FALSE SENSE OF FULFILLMENT], TRY 
[ARTIFICIAL PRODUCT MARKETED TO MASSES]

[HOUSE FIRES] AND [CAR COLLISIONS]
[BURNING TIRES] [FIRST INCISION]
POKING AT YOUR [LUNGS] AND [HEART]
[PURVEYOR] TO SELL YOUR [PARTS]

[SELF MUTILATION] AND [SHEDDING SKIN] 
IS ALL THE RAGE

[RUBBER HOSES] [PLASTIC GUMS]
[POWER DRILLS] AND [OIL DRUMS]
[SYNTHETIC SOLES] AND [FAT PAYCHECKS]
[POLYESTER] AND [LATEX]

LIMITED TIME SALE ON [INORGANIC BODY PARTS] 
AND [FAKE IDENTITIES]

[PROSTHETICS] AND [FACTORIES]
[GASOLINE] AND [BATTERIES]
[CRACKS] AND [FISSURES] IN YOUR [SKIN]
DOUSED IN [DIRTY MEDICINE]

Death of will power

Death is destined to end life
Yet, it's death that brought eternal life
When man had a worthless life,
Death conceived significances to life

The one who created wealth and life for human
The purveyor of life, the holder of plan
Descended lowly to man like a ram to die for man
Whipped and reviled only to reimburse debt for man

The Rose of Sharon was trampled to the ground
Perfect in nature, pure seed thronged into the ground
Being the lion of Judah, he assented into the ground
With a purpose meant to rise and subdue the ground

A crown of thorns was placed on his head
Just to purchase my privilege to a sound mind
He carried his cross on his shoulders
Only to take away the burdens on my shoulders

The death of willpower transpired by the cross,
Consigned existence of superiority and purpose
The mockery, drudgery and death intended for me
Was swapped with his sufferings and death for me

Premium Member Ye of Little Faith

No prisoner of faith was he

No member of religious ties

No hypocrite for all to see

No purveyor of ancient lies

No prayers spouted forth day by day

No sheep to be branded a fool

No collector of tithes to pay

No credo but the golden rule

Premium Member The Sound of Freedom, To the Heavens Roars

Hear the heavans roar..Yet not disney thats clear.'
Clear as shattererd wind-screens; as about faced is
The purveyor of dreams '
Nightmare solving clear and clean,  not for kids
Or even adults consideration its seen.! seen through
Lifes two way mirror, heavily polished, and outlined'
With glitter.' By prancing people important types!
That thrive on publicity and plenty of hype.' They'll
Not stoop down to gritty takes.! Or so wer'e inforned
They'll not forsake, the moral highs? Or should I put
Disguuse? I'm sure we'll try them out then for size!
So  no surprise ?

Premium Member As Twilight Falls

Oh ye of weathered withered soul,
Worry not of final curtain calls.
Though this stage has taken its toll,
Your life replete as twilight falls.

Memories once long forgotten,
Creep to the forefront of your mind.
Your past deeds are ne'er ill-gotten,
On a narrow path you did find.

A purveyor of riches vast,
Wrought by honor and fortitude.
Assembled with no aspersions cast,
On those who bore feckless attitude.

So when you reach the bitter end,
Fear not, there's no use in crying.
For those who knew you best my friend,
Will shed warm tears at your dying.

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