Oh dear sir quyeer, its headed for the weir.' And the keepers
Are changing.' Quite a nuisanse indeed.' ( one must fear?)This body is most
Foul..' the stink shall be intense..Many will desert, and your despair become immense.'
Now let's begin
This tale I'll spin
Took it on the chin
Never thought I'd win
Honeysuckle
Boot belt buckle
Scraped up knuckle
Raspy chuckle
Kicked my ass
Soft green grass
Still I sass
This too shall pass
Knew I'd lose
It was no use
I had to choose
Handpicked noose
Before I fought
Tied a knot
In the rope id brought
For justice sought
But then a sound
Shots rang out loud
Eyes search the crowd
Never been more proud
To my rescue
My only nephew
To my opponent says " I can't let you."
" I should be the one that gets to."
With those words I shut my eyes
Feel the lump in my throat rise
Purse my lips choke back my cries
Really though it's no surprise
See we all had a common flame
All three had tried to stake our claim
Yet all we did was bring her shame
Upon my lips her sweet name...
(Inspired by ‘paranoir’ by Riz Mack)
Reckless Jack and fair Jill, youthful hearts aroused,
did scale that hill, less for water, than illicit thrills.
Atop that perilous height, they began a lover’s fight.
Stolen moments, once sweetly solaced, can prove brief.
Alas, the twisted tryst, turned awkward tumble swift,
with clothes askew and most immodest bruises blue.
Honest folk, share this lesson far and wide, by rhyme and tune -
beware young lovers, less passion's tide prove a bumpy slide to ruin.
07.0620
The strangest act by a loved patron:
Inviting police and his baton
Over missing drinks in a carton
Reported stolen by a matron.
Now, dragging down club Electron.
She shall change her name to Neutron
Or, still nice and as sweet proton;
She might be sued if it's "Citreon".
But this is lesson for Miriam,
Who would into a cellar ram:
Loved for being a workaholic
Disliked for being Alcoholic.
Well if life gets to be,
More than you can handle.
Then visit Coco Beach.
And see the, Spandex scandal.
John Fred had been a nice chairman,
Able to Union's Machine man:
John Fred: Your Excellent Buddy,
For years your preferred study;
Lots of quotes from his speeches
His Firmness Ideas he preaches,
Until David saw Bathsheba
With the glamour of Queen Sheba
Out dashing like a Mad Vandal
After lust and winning scandal...
Yet, raise you not hopeless matter
You shan't Chairman's image batter
His prized life show you could scatter
His as much prized wife's heart clatter.
dog
gets honorary degree
scandal
With a remote control
Everything may be at your fingertips
But not human rights
Man with wisdom is difficult to control
Bribery and scandal will be questioned
A peaceful demonstration may occur
Protesting
For human rights and justice
The country is neither under one person
Nor controlled by the only remote control
Called hegemony
But under the whole people's rights
But under God's protection
But under one's conscience
If any
Besides love and happiness
The world is full of sufferings
Political crisis, economic crisis, epidemics and poverty
Slanders, violations, crimes and trafficking
Politicking, hegemony, disputes and wars
A never ending story of sufferings
Hardly any solutions
But becomes great inspiration for
Story tellers
Art pieces
Poems writers
And
An old grandmother's story for the next generation
Of course an unerasable scandal
I am seeing health specialists over a serious concern,
for a year I've had a sick note which says I can't work,
always paying less benefit than they say I should earn,
and it's now mandatory for me too do a job search
and they'll sanction my benefit, if I don't search I won't earn,
but I'm ill seeing specialists who see a reason to observe
for an entire year Vasculitis has been their word
my blood says I have it but the source is a search
until found they can't treat me and that's why I can't work
paying me less than they state I deserve
and then docking it all because I don't look for work
even though I've a sick note and specialist concern
because Eton doesn't teach what real people learn
Labour just take shots at Tory failure,
they could make a plan that shows me my savour,
and the Lib Dems are who what when where when what who no wa
COME UP WITH A PLAN THAT GOES FORWARD AND BE A PLAYER,
Cameron cut benefits like Boris but before
so you should have a plan as it happens once more
The TORIES want me dead, they don't want me poor,
cutting corners without a clue, as they did once before
Let the ringlets be,
Our amulets are flambé,
Splash the rum in the ocean,
Brash your heart to glean,
Burghal of the stunted inamorato,
Sensational swain knocking the blistering moderato,
Reveal into my arms,
Sheal the harms,
Heal the rainstorm charms,
Predawn our attachment,
Wiredrawn the moment,
Undrawn the maladjustment,
I love you ardently,
You, truelove diffidently.
Ball in the pocket,
Glass eye in the socket,
Ripped abs,
big dabs,
too many fingers in too many pies,
Zac Efron has a glass eye
They wanted the best for their children,
hovering through the toddler years,
giving them what they wanted,
giving more to avoid any tears.
When their kids became teens, they wanted fame,
building an image for their now empty life,
devoid of moral direction and sense of duty,
leading to personal crises and strife.
The university published standards,
too high so they decided to cheat.
They paid a fixer to get their child in,
using money as a bribe to be discreet.
But the scam was discovered, made public
and the greedy parents, now distressed,
listened to lawyers and admitted wrongdoing
and standing before cameras, adroitly confessed.
I'm sad for the children of these parents,
underachievers and misguided, for sure.
Unprepared for an independent future,
with no inner peace and morally immature.
Out, OUT, brief candle!
Stupid rose, wilt for all I care!
Let the children hear the wind's scandal,
and rage with no regard for air.
What will be left, not even their sandals!
Only echoes of devilish dares
that we can hear in the growling vandal:
A fire that knows not what is fair.
She once was young
naïve as they come
long black raven hair
of shiny silken softness
her deep eyes of onyx
that pierce in the night
she learned the ropes
then showed them all
deliberate and provocative
enticing scandals
in shameless gowns
but in the end
she never aged
the goddess phoenix
rising again and again
AP: 1st place 2020
Posted on June 8, 2019
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