from SELL OUT
Nick Armbrister
New Planes
They say peace will reign but in America/they build many new warplanes/the new B-21 Raider bomber/what a nightmare dream for enemies/plus the superb V-280 Valor tilt rotor/moving troops twice as fast/what will be revealed next?/state of the art lethal aircraft/utterly the best beyond compare/Red China and Putin's Russia has cool birds/but nothing to compare to America/peace does not and never will sell/prepare for war with new planes
Land of gold
Glorious Pearl of the Orient
There's a story untold
About warriors of valiance
They snatched victory
From the hands that prey
To conserve liberty
And preserve autonomy
The raiders of foray
Armed with guns and steel blades
Pounced forward in a hurry
On their way from their ships
But the brave warriors stood
They were willing to fight
No one could have thought
They'd triumph with their might
Armed with their wooden blades
They pounced through the waves
They assailed the surging tides
With the courage in their hearts
When the minds that invade
Met the hearts with courage
The mighty raider laid to rest
On the shore far from crest
Yes, they were the brave
Who fortified the gate
So the feet of foray
Could not land on the way
His chieftain's shine
Was engraved in his shrine
Where his glorious divine
Would be honored through time
In commemoration of my country's national heroes' day
August 29
A Florida man and home raider,
hid from cops in a lake; met a gator.
He came to real harm
when it bit off his arm,
and he died not very much later.
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Actual headline: "Florida man killed by alligator while hiding from cops"
Matthew Riggins, 22, was fatally chomped by an 11-foot gator after allegedly breaking into a home then hiding from cops in Barefoot Bay lake. When police found him, the 22-year-old was missing part of his arm.
Brown bear
raids convenience store
beats picnic basket
There’s a squirrel in the vending machine,
I’ll bet that he thinks he is very keen.
He’s eating up all of the jelly beans!
He’s the worst irritant that I have seen.
He’s devoured all the animal crackers,
pretzels and banana chips, that slacker;
a thieving fur ball of a nut cracker,
who has become a snack machine hacker.
Such a formidable machine invader,
an uninvited and loathsome raider.
I wish I had baby alligator,
to fix him good for stealing my ‘taters!
But as I gaze upon his chomping snoot,
my heart melts because he is very cute.
I suppose my anger is really moot;
perhaps he’d like a bite of Kiwi fruit.
A Conservative View
Written: by Tom Wright
1/23/2014
Congress leaves me worn and at times acerbic,
Their unfettered activity runs wild and free.
It seems to the truth most have become allergic,
Finding no common ground in which they agree.
They believe it’s irresponsible if laws aren’t passing,
And taxing the working, the name of the game;
Each yearly budget will be last year’s surpassing,
While finger pointing and placing unjust blame;
They invest in securities like an inside trader,
Uncovering knowledge of preferred stock shares;
Their lifestyle resembles some corporate raider,
Finding each year more became millionaires.
Their primary concern slants to the status quo,
Helping the slothful thus perpetuating dependency;
The slothful has an addiction to untaxed dough,
When this state occurs ruination is the tendency.
illuminated elevator
rainbow deflator
raindrops
smoking
piano keys
flutes been blown through me
what pauper never seen a dream
lesson drawn by shallow stream
sinking sinking sunk in themes
flesh drawn mind blown ink
systems faliure blinks
rating perfection
hygiene lesson
dirty minds
go
blind
feel room elated
spell a mind raider
illuminated elevator
?
Even to the realm of silence
I follow.
To primordial chaos
The specious zany follows.
Seemingly myopic,
my sepulchral glare.
Beware! Of conning eyes
you raider of fulfilled rapture.
I hound the hooded hound
for my demi-soul.
Adonis for Aphrophone
walks plutonian deeps.
Though, I come,
futility behind
scourges with strikes
of dejection.
Yet, on void grounds
I push to limbo
being met by wan faces,
wry creatures.
I fear that perchance
the blazing pecan
is ripe for reaping
Will you succumb?
Aphrophone!
i was a pest on the wall
i was an electricity aardvark
i was a refrigerator raider
i was a bumby bill increaser
then the door left a mark
the locks became cunning chameleons
the reality became a badly bitter truth serum
time card growth became forever tattooed in my mind over time
Looking back on time
Remembering laughter,
joy and happiness
when you came around
Never understanding what
it meant for me to be your
Grand Daughter
how much of a impact you have
done to my life
with tears i cry and pain i feel
you was always the father that a
grand daughter could ever ask for
I love you more then
life itself
you have been my Dad
from the time I could breath
you ever never left my side or
judge me for my imperfections
or anything
from your raider zone to
me falling into a catus tree for you
plucking the thorn so that i could stop crying
I was born on July 30 and you was the 31st and if
you never know nothing just know
I love you from the heavens to the ground and
then all the way back up
Grand Father
oh what a joy
you bring.
3/20/16
Damn you haters
And the rude behaviors
Always upset when another is able to do greater
Must just be in your true nature
You wouldn't last against a Tomb Raider
Or any kind of crusader
You'd quickly be soon in danger
And meet your doom later
As a matter of fact,
Speaking of that
If you didn't, you'd probably want to crawl off with all of the loot traitor
But that wouldn't fly, and would get you tossed out into waters filled with more than a few gators
And if that doesn't work, take you out with toxic fumes and vapors
During the dark of the night, while so very far away from anyone of the moon's craters
In the newspapers
And over the horizon always lies a new danger
Some of which were tooth breakers
And youth takers
Others faded away and grew fainter
Over the heads of shoemakers
Shroom takers
Midnight and afternoon bakers
And several soothsayers
By: Dalton Ogletree
Well Raider fans our season was going great
Winning many games in the 4th quarter late
We were ready for a playoff run to go really far
We had the best QB in the league our man Derek Carr
Next thing you know our guy takes a fall
All of a sudden Mc Gloin has the ball
With one play we knew our hopes were in despair
While #4 sits at home with his leg in the air
So now its up to our coach pirate captain jack
To get us in the game with a passing attack
In comes third string Quarterback Conner
It looks like our season is now just a gonner
Hard to believe we fell so fast
We were the team to beat before that cast
My fellow Raider Nation we sit crying in our beer
Already thinking .................just wait til next year!!
Weighted calls drift across the morning
sky and cats begin to stretch their licking legs.
The milkman's horse sloths its way
up Prospect Lane.
And birds turn off their alarms and tune up
their vocals whilst getting breakfast on for the kids.
Distant dogs shout out 'What's all the noise?',
boxing ear drums and shocking babies
into crying out 'what's all the noise?'
A fox skirts the hedgerows, bringing home
night raider conversation in stoccato
barks across frosted fallow fields.
Badgers run the black-strip gauntlet
as the day becomes a work in progress.
The new sun challenges darkened corners
and pavements full of night sweat
that hold sway over no man's land.
Farmers wives curse early morning
spitting bacon, soothed by adding fresh eggs.
The day raises a cheer for being one day closer
to the privacy of darker mornings and
one day closer to a change of early
morning calls.
Old Poets
Poem
Lionel Derbyshire
Old poet word's never die
They keep us going
All the time
Stirring up the mind
We refer their chaste
Clerk people who
Keep their trademark
Mentoring accross a divide
Slapped on plain paper
Without blog and android
Penmen who keep the world going
Giving inspiration in ode or sonnet
Their verses strikes the chords
Which rules this universe
To invent new thoughts
And made us all the enterprise
How great they are saving
Wretch and raider all the time.
They tell us how to mint a dime
And the value of the honeybee.
They periscope deep in our souls
So we can talk of horoscopes
They wind us up when in dispair
To look out for a breaking wave
And make us happy in a shallow cave.
These are seers of the crystal ball
Who let us plan another day
Old poet's never die ..
We read them all the time
They are hardworking wordsmiths
Improving a berserk world all the time.
Hillary Has It In the Bag
To understand things often has been hard
So what is all of this about a Woman's Card
We find that causes every female to suffer
And getting through life making it tougher.
Maybe a Constitution Card we really need
Or a men's one causing them to stampede
That will then try to seal their final doom
When refusing to create transgender room.
Men's and Women's are currently in style
And voting lines that are as long as a mile
For voters for Trump which are unanimous
Most are either a misfit or an ignoramus.
Of delegates can campaigners be a raider
Or could they be known as a Trump traitor
How horrible women he has been treating
And by Hillary hope he will be badly beaten.
People started voting for Trump on purpose
After all he is now part of a three ring circus
And on him us women must be sure to rag
For President, Hillary surely has it in the bag.
James Thesarious Hilarious Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
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