if ninety fine
slightly mounted mint
chipmunks can sub-
sist on tiny yin
fins tied togeth-
er like some jamba-
laya snort cakes
zen can you imag-
ine all of the Vandals that would be sacking those very
same cakes when in Rome?
Wardrobe malfunction…circus seamstress needs sacking ~ Quick … send in the clowns!
Bare breasts are on show ~ cheeks match her red hair ~snow white steed to the rescue!
Still of weeping rank
At Blood Bank
And a Monster to tackle
In Transfusion circle;
Donors to save their pints
Or get ready to be clients
For the fiercest legal battle
That could The Bones rattle
Of their counsels: Baker or Sawyer
Widely judged “The Best Lawyer!”
Still oiling The Aids chainsaw
Whose savagery is sure:
A body violating its symmetry
And flying it to the cemetery …
Ever, The Forerunner of Wrecked Gum
That never helps a tuneful hum,
The body of victims a Leopard’s
Whereas they’re rather bipeds …
Yet to send prostitution packing
But much of its thrill sacking.
Everybody is responsible for their own behaviour
Being drunk or drugged should not be in your favour
And look up to our hero’s each and everyone one
Think of them often as a light leading us on and on
Violent protests with people killed loses the point
You should earn fame and immortality as the world would anoint
Some wrongs need to be righted it is plain to see
But sacking the police will not make it better for the whole country
Truth should be told as a matter of fact
And conclusions from evidence gathered should be your pact
Let’s get together and have as our final plea
To live in peace and harmony so happily.
© Paul Warren Poetry
‘Listen. The shed door’s banging in the wind.’
‘I heard it. I was just going down to fix it.’
‘You were not.’
‘I was. I was just thinking about it.’
‘You were not. God, listen to that wind, will you?’
‘I’ll go.’
‘No, I’ll go. You stay there.’
(Pause)
‘Have you fastened the door?’
‘I have.’
‘Was everything alright?’
‘It was not.’
‘Why, what was wrong?’
‘That cat.'
'What cat?'
'The one that doesn’t belong to us.’
‘The wild one?’
‘That’s the one. She was in the shed.’
‘It’s a rough night.’
‘She’s made herself real comfortable. On the sacking someone left in the corner.’
‘Who could blame her? On a night like this?’
‘And she’s produced a little family all of her own.’
‘Oh.’
‘Hmm.’
(Silence)
‘It’s my belief...'
'Yes?'
'It's my belief you left the door open. Deliberate.’
‘I did not.’
‘Knowing full well she had a bellyful of kits.’
‘I did not.’
(Silence)
‘Well, it’s a rough night, alright.’
‘It is.’
‘I fastened the door up, anyways.’
(Quietly)
‘Thank you.’
Our lives can take so many turns
And some quite unexpected,
But one thing everybody learns
Is that we're not protected
From heartaches, losses, tears and grief.
If luck is in our favor,
Their visits will be swift and brief
And leave no bitter flavor.
So therefore we can then rejoice
When smiles make an appearance
And by our actions, make the choice
To run some interference
And gain some yardage for the good
And give the bad a sacking,
Advice that if it's followed would
Not let our joy be lacking.
We cannot plan for what's ahead.
The future that we're facing
Will be much better if instead
Of dread there is embracing.
We are at war.
Though, no sound of cannon
To announce its trauma
No blind bullets
Sacking the preyed places
No lifeless bodies
Littering the silent streets
No flying fires
Sending smokes to rule the sky,
When you stare us in the eyes
You'd see we are at war.
(Note: This poem is a Sonnet with Alliteration.)
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Be beyond borrow, sensuous soaring sights;
Move motive mind map, leapfrog lusty looks;
Apt applause arrows, lovely lasting light;
Settle succinct sap, browse blossoming book.
Carve crystal crazy, prime preying puzzle;
Lively learning lifts, creamy comfort clowns;
Heap hindsight hazy, dream drowsy dazzle;
Glimpse good grandeur's gift, discerning drips down.
Seize sexy story, flooding funny feel;
Justice joins jolly, muzzle mouthing more;
Madness mines muddy, groaning glimmers grill;
Choice charades calmly, slumber sacking store.
Courteous calm conceives, ripe risking receives;
Brilliant bum believes, attention achieves.
Leon Enriquez
05 May 2014
Singapore
The world welcomes a newborn baby boy.
To the mother and father, he is a bundle of joy.
Right now of course, he is so small.
It won't be long before he is big and tall.
As a defensive lineman, he will hone his attack.
The boy will have no trouble sacking the quarterback.
He will control the boards, slam dunk, and grab every rebound.
I'm sure a sports superstar will be found.
Inspired by another member's poem
Ill lay here day and night,feeling weak and sad,not even knowing why,all I want to do is cry.
I want more,I feel trapped and ignored.No one seeing what's going on in my mind cause I hide all my feelings bottled up inside.
To tell you all the truth,I can't even find the right words to start,but its true.
When I start to write these feelings I hide ,it flows on this paper where I can describe what's on my mind with no judgement in anyone's eyes.
When I write I feel like a whole new person ,like this is what I was meant to do,but something seems to keep stoping me from what I want to do.
I love to write,it opens my mind when it's a rough time.when I'm sad it helps cheers me up ,writing these feelings down.
All these papers are just going to wast as they keep sacking up each day,I want to show the world,who I am and what I went through.
For my words are true.that I won't deny,each line you read is part of my life line.
I just hope one day I can be the writer I want to be.
With no one holding me back .I just get this feeling that I need to do this for me.i just hope you can see..
I just need to do this for me.
Please comment
Mean Joe Greene number seventy-five
kept the Pittsburgh Steelers alive
was a solid wall on that frontline
and sacking the quarterback was fine
the Steel Curtain was solid back then
in the seventies they’d always win
that was the decade of the Steelers
take your rookie card to a dealer
and maybe it is worth some green
never forgetting mean Joe Greene
Queensland hero
Vain-glorious, evil too,
Little Hitler is it you,
Sacking thousands for a lie,
Poor as Spain is his cry,
But Spain owes 50 billion blue?
(We owe twenty seven and sixpenceJ)
Secret watchers dob you in,
Informers tell of your sin,
If you stop for lunch, you do,
Pimp on a Public servant, do you,
Bosses crawler, is your due!
The crawler never wins!
Legal aid gone by decree,
Pay the judge now,
money comes from thee,
Win or lose, dearer for,
The often sacked, poor bloody poor,
What will become of me…
Retarded me, pushed down the tube,
Walked all over, bloody rude,
Caravan parks sold, people dumped,
Handicapped cast out gazumped,
The homeless I include…
A thousand police he does want,
His army to fight the union,
Liberal voters to applyJ
For government or miner grooming,
Better well kept the lie?
Of peaceful time is all we need,
Persecution from the grinning weed,
Evil is as evil do,
Eye 4 eye will get you 2,
YHYW judges the deed…
Don Johnson
Trite foot soldier status lacking
Pedigree earned by under stress not cracking
Anonymous ward of the state with little backing
Nameless face sent into the infernal abyss hacking
On unstated mission sent packing
In an unknown, unfamiliar field bivouacing
An amorphous, invisible foe tracking
Without reserve an unidentified conscript attacking
On an obscure plain flailing and whacking
Unseen rifles and cannons above the tumult clacking
Unnoticed, soldier falls during the shellacking
Body hurriedly pushed into unmarked grave after the sacking
Unacclaimed minion; no metals racking
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