Magazine madness of fashion obtuse,
Scantly clad teen’s covert abuse,
Circumvent moral by calling her model,
Grey line law’s favourite excuse.
Tick it and tock it,
And snappily chat,
Or X book of faces,
To summon the rat.
Where all indignation is vehemently expressed, where righteousness of self is digitally pressed, a mirror without flaw from which to throw stones, a facade without face or flesh or bones.
Artificial intelligence,
Artificial incantation,
Artificial infection,
Artificial indignation,
Artificial incandescence,
Artificial imagination,
Artificially incarcerates;
The innocents of nations.
Forgiven by your convenience,
Your need to gadget consume,
So yes their abuse is all your fault;
The fault of all in this room.
Illegal but one click away,
Ai can undress us all,
Immoral but here to play,
Yay for all our lovely tech,
What more can I say…
by David Nickle Read©2026
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secretly
surrender'in
scantly shod (sylph's suggestive)
sun screen'd she
sweat soak'd she
screech'd
sizzling
soundz
synopsis'n
such sweet seks
surely slights
surreal
so
stoic
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As I scream out your name I fall
In darkness I have labored scantly clad in sack cloth and ashes
Wait for me I won't be long
My time is nearly up
Crimson moons in rivers by the shore break my silence
I scream out your name alone in empty rooms
Hold me in my dreams
Arenas of wild killers all fell before my might
In your name I breathe
Juniper with my tea
Mint cookies delight me much
Her name is forgotten all this time lost chasing shadows in the dark
Chained to the whispers of the lost skulls now long since dust
Do their whispers still sing out to you?
Wake me when the king has arrived is he nearly here now?
I am sworn to listen for the Lambs horn calling us up
Quake with fear when the trump sounds the end has arrived
Autumn and my Buddy will they meet me there on The Mount Of Olives by the Masters side? Questioning the reason to wait 2,000 years for a wedding feast.
Almost time for the third day to begin and the rising of The Son of Man. Lamb gets ready to break that seal and let our kingdom be revealed.
Written: November 11, 2023
"Everywhere we look, complex magic of nature blazes before our eyes". Quote by Vincent Van Gogh
Fragmented form created by Poetess Constance la France
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A breeze kissed trees, laying in a bucolic trance,
Whilst a sunny curtain hived from prying eyes.
Praising comely love, sparrows spurred stance,
In a cynosure spotlight of vivid crimson skies.
Leaves rustled and wiggled in a dulcet tone,
An elixir, as magical as jade rolls, is shown.
The lake sighed as he saw him flush alone,
Swans scantly snuffed the spur to stare.
As they hear the news, the skies are aware,
Happiness spilled in furtive floods of dare.
Fetching flowers fiercely feast with a glance,
Soothing the forlorn grass as it flops in size.
For them, butterflies burst busily into the zone,
To quell their anguish, blot out the blare.
Summer in the Park
Under the sky the lovers know.
Long gone the cold of winters snow.
The children’s laughter is so gay.
In the sun they sing and play.
On a summer breeze, the flowers blow.
Beneath the sun they spread and grow.
And in the park they spend the day.
Warm breezes chase their cares away.
On the beach they lie in the sun.
And splash in the water just for fun.
Scantly clad they spend the day.
As the hours while away.
By
Josehf Lloyd Murchison
Whisper this in your baby's ear
science poses little fear.
Though still primitive and childlike,
it finds first tracks on which to strike.
Billions spent on science research
scantly more than a stumbling lurch.
Bright babies will topple toy towers
as Mom picks pieces up and glowers.
Twisted forces tempt to abuse
having doubts, deny and confuse -
truths used as toys, science as tools.
So the rest can be played for fools.
With all we know of life and earth,
clues about our universe's birth;
each new truth reveals another,
there's so much more to discover.
Few children dare to stare away
while others sit and play all day.
Babies do grow and take the veil;
when they learn, science shall prevail.
122 words couplets 10/2022
Reframing and encouraging the young and old
expectations of science for future advancements.
Albert Einstein quote: "... that all our science,
measured against reality, is primitive and childlike.."
Tom Hofmann, Ben Ferencz Nuremberg Prosecutor
and Peace Advocate quote: "Death was their tool
and life was their toy".
Pen illustration by G. Gaul
"Within the scorn of death's hands you fell, through memories you rise again..."
memories never fade away
embosomed on a summer day
mind recalls the ocean's sway
over dunes where children play
reminiscent thoughts now honed away
in depths of mind, they'll always stay
etched upon my soul they'll lay
scantly rising by the quay
September 8, 2019
Acrostic/Monorhyme
Staring at the Universe a speck of decaying dust, roaming like restless rust
A sovereign statue underrated & unjust, searching solitudes of trust
With a mirage of mirrors in my view, steering my soul to scantly skew
Meticulously moving quizzically on cue, banished beneath the blue
We are Nomads of the rising Sun, surviving the fields of oblivion as one
First, we crawl, walk then run…exiting the earth when we are done
We are but a tear in the oceans of time, drowning in a downhill climb
A speck of lamented light or sublime, a phantom peripheral pantomime
Dormant death encroaches with remorse, only to silence and enforce
Invader of dreams like a Trojan-Horse, never deviating from its course
Stay awake from this slaving sleep, taking away your breath with a sweep
Does the lion lie with the sheep, when we cross the abyss of the deep?
March.01.2019
Dance of Death
Sponsored by:
Chantelle Anne Cooke
Placed 6'th...Thank You
Seldom blue
Tangent grays covered in orange blossoms
Scantly covered branches leaves left open
Scarlet velvet jasmine dew suspended in mid flair
The aroma of latent summer breeze
Lemon lily lilac treasures
Up high caught up in cotton wood trees
Roses thorns pricks the hands that feed me
Array displayed ever so colorful
Purple dandelions
Gray lavenders blacks
Varies brown orange hues
I've given you many flowers, my love
This is true
Seldom blue
11/14/17
by James Edward Lee Sr.
All life, he wanted to know himself
like a sea, which drowns itself
in the boat.
In your own turf, time had beaten
you again and again. Still you will
not become a fodder,
on the dirt ramp.
Many things you did not say for
the sake of a pause in the learning.
The absolute versus scantly clad version,
always hurt you.
A city breaks up in small quarters
of anguish, rubbing on the future?
behind the glass
for a relative truth.
Satish Verma
“Scantly-published in life, JD Salinger is set to become prolific in death”.
This is Tuesday
and a day of short poems.
Salinger spoke to me
and said that it is better
to not be so prolific.
He should know,
having set the pace,
and attained a measured glory
with a certain story.
She is scantly dressed as she twirls and dances
she dances on a raised platform with eyes staring
Her clients mostly male partaking lagers and beers
Her job involves dancing and teasing these clients
In her eyes lies a dazed look like shes high on drugs
She told her mama she had found work in the city
After many years of empty searches she is working
After many nights of sleeping on an empty stomach
A friend introduced her to this and the money is good
On the good nights some clients are very generous
She recalls the way her Godly mother thanked God
She hadn't given her mother the specifics of this job
She knows this isn't what she ought to be doing
She is trapped in a job she is really unwilling to do
Her clients offer her money tucking it in her bikini
She recalls her childhood as she swings on that pole
Never in her childhood could she ever have dreamed
She would end up becoming an exotic pole dancer
Dancing as she was born as gentlemen cheered her on
Never in her wildest dreams had she seen this coming
Were you an airborne fire-fly
Exuding sparkle through its skin...
Mesmerising our keen eye
With daze would not be a sin.
Then, it would be sin to blink
Colour captivating fascination...
Yet, colour cannot stop us to think
And then lead our imagination.
Would your brain scantly bury
In the thin layer of your skin
To coruscate bright not blurry
Through the hide white and thin?
Human skin does not think
Or, will it ever win in a race...
When, with age, it can shrink
No matter what tint on the face?
When God colours conceived
Dominance was not in His mind
What is now being perceived
Colour seems to qualify mankind!
JM
05th January 2014
America Gentleman II
His long stripped Hat is a storey thing
Yet his head scantly fills it to the brim
His Brain being below the first floor
Floats in the scar sprinkled Skyscraper
Vaunted as “Most Sublime!”
His Coat flows so long and so bright
A frayed notorious Cat O’ Nine Tails
Only that he’s the Cat of Nine Lives
Coaxing a scary plague back in Town!
Racy colours of Pied Piper!
Arriving at the Port from land abroad
“Hero’s in Town”, RED carpet rolled.
Frowning: “Been into too much blood,
“I wouldn’t desire that kind of stuff
“Flag you raise to honour me must be
“A Scar Spangled Banner!”
Then on tow, kid captive from abroad
Chained and destined for some Zoo...
A stage was set for a Hero’s welcome-
To lavish with fun and raucous praise
“I need no dough with no hologram
“Of Pirates on eye-hoods!”
JM
04th Nov’ 2013
Rippling Wit
My mind is not that grey
I know it all when I say;
"He's not of royal birth
"Let me toil for his mirth!"
*
As I lend much time to writ
And to its rippling wit,
Niceties... this endeavour
Will it make him savour?
And lackadaisical as I trail
Would I elude to fail
In peddling this name
While Peers bask in fame?
*
In Ballad and in Sonnet
Wide I cast wit's net-
In "silent" songs also
Am I not creative Calypso!
Though' scantly educated
By wit I'm inundated-
Lo! Out of murk so deep,
Pretty mermaids do creep!
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