Short Regimes Poems

to obtain slippery truth 
and feel happy, not betrayed
from regimes of earthly men
wait till it is fallen...

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Beauty regimes at my age are enough to
Overwhelm most passionate fashionistas
I’ll just sport a big smile as big as can be
And hope for the best ~



AP: 2nd place 2021

Posted on July 26, 2020...

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Rabid, renegade ravens, rise.
Relishing rancid refuse; repugnant.
'Round rural relics, resounding ruthless retorts.
Retrieving realm revelations.
Rival reckonings; regimes ruptured.
Repent! Release. Repeat..
Reconcile. Rejoice. Retreat....

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In the ascendancy, authoritarians
    their regimes, totalitarian
  Their world a joyless place to be
    so take a page from history

  Like Noah did, build your ark
    a shelter in which you'll park
  to ride out the era's stormy seas
    'til dawns a new day's breeze...

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Beauty regimes at my age are enough to
Overwhelm most passionate fashionistas
I’ll just sport a big smile as big as can be
And hope for the best



AP: Honorable Mention 2020

Submitted on February 7, 2019 for contest SAPPHIC STANZA WITH A JUX sponsored by CRAIG CORNISH...

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Blatant display 
of weaponry
on Republic day,
perhaps tradition,
invoking pride
and patriotism 
but somehow I feel,
such muscle flexing,
crass and vulgar,
is best avoided
by all regimes
who so flaunt
aggressive intent
but there’s a vote bank,
that looks forward 
to fanning fires
and so the monarch 
goes with the script
which is proven
to keep him
and his cronies
in power....

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You’re scaling an invisible wall
Dissolving statues in desert sands
Please catch me before I fall
Iron grip slowly slips from my hands

Breaching steel barricades
Toppling false regimes I've built
Grounding moors in afternoon shades
Trample on my blooming guilt

Toppling false regimes I've built
Please catch me before I fall
Trample on my blooming guilt
You’re scaling an invisible wall...

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With constitution of a lioness-
her hope- to echo loud sad roars for dreams
that still abode inside her consciousness-
with strong dissociation of regimes
where capture killed her sensual success.


July 11, 2019

Premiere Contest: Another Eight-Word Challenge 
Sponsor: Kai Michael Neumann

Required words in order of appearance: 
constitution, lioness, hope, echo, 
dreams abode, dissociation, sensual...

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Overrun, overcome, overthrow
Victory is living out the day
Ethnic cleansing the result as
Reign of terror is the product of

Terrorism that spawns within dictatorship
Human annihilation by rebel armies in control
Extreme measures employed to halt third-world
Regimes acquiring a foothold in democracies, the
Enemy is looking in from over there my fellow
                   Countrymen, the enemy is at our gates....

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How fast life goes! How slow we feel! 
When someone dear leaves us for real.
How hard it gets! How tough the deal! 
If they're sublime and have ideals. 
They pay so much and beat ordeals.
Their names spread and shake regimes.
They shine so bright and join sunbeams.
They soar so high no one can reach.
They speak a tongue no one can teach.
Such is Sarout, a martyred icon; 
A free Syria on the horizon. 

11/06/2019...

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Mother's cry
Children sigh
Refugees
Soldiers bleed.

Stomachs empty
Jobless plenty
Crime so high
People's lies.

Life is tough
Not enough
Look for more
Nothing in store.

Corrupt regimes
Sponge the cream
Death abounds
Sickness hounds.

Earthquakes rattle
Empty chapels 
Fires and floods
Gangs with thugs.

There is no devil, 
There is no evil
There is no sin nature, therefore 
It's all God's fault.

Blame Him....

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    Here’s an extra-large thank you to Israel and Ukraine
       who have fought the West’s wars for them
    holding Iran and its proxies, and Putin’s Russia at bay

    Imagine if Putin was now attacking the Baltics or Poland
       or if Jerusalem and Israel, Iran had overrun

    Of course, then the West could stop obsessing about gender and race
       as criminal regimes spat missiles and drones in her soft, fleshy face
...

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You come into my eyes 
Like a dream of angels
You drop from my eyelids
Like the leaves of orchids

You come into my lips
Like the song of chirps
You drop from my rhymes
Like the tyranny’s regimes

You bacon me from the horizon
Like the voice of a baby falcon
You steal me of my deep breath
Like an earthquake’s hot wrath

What you do is beyond limits
Like the sun ray’s gold splits
What you create is out of reach
Like a wise man’s new preach...

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Powerful tyrannic regimes, lovely sky, thunder
Eating doritos, ignoring culture
I'iz fat, I'iz lazy
Yet I previal, for power, wealth and fame.
I grow like a sunflower, flying through a Maserati.
Parked $20,000 luxury, beat'nic
$150k salary, a traditional rampage
What'O I say, it is funny, I can envision but breath like a pro.
Jump-shoot, aye, to my basket for basketball
I am evident to live with ...
Jump start skid, it is a lactose and tolarant premis...

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"After Gandhi there are left anyone for speaking honestly"
                                  V. Putin  

Yes, I know, 
how help you
and save yours teflon image
of steep national leader
in eternity.

You must start reforms 
immediately
in all post-soviet area 
where you so busy and artfully
have kept stagnant regimes
for own benefits and glory.

If you could not do that, 
people told about you tomorrow: 
he was certainly steep old boy, 
but better not born and our time borrowed....

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They do not hear the silent screams,
or see the dead eyes vacant stare;
It happens far away, elsewhere.
Just victims of corrupt regimes
or new planetary extremes,
self-evident, you think. I swear
they do not hear.

To me, a simple chap, it seems;
some listen to the party scare,
reality of truth foreswear,
to not upset their own sweet dreams;
they do not hear.




Rousing Rondine Poetry Contest; placed 2nd
Sponsored by: Jeff Kyser  
Date written: 7th November 2022...

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Why Would Anyone Buy A Tesla And A MAGA Hat

Why would anyone patronize Elon Muck?
Muck rode the coattails of his friend Donald Duck
Muck and Duck went up the hill
To serve us a bitter pill
Their fascism has left the country horror-struck

Muck's shaking of the tree, and kills the forest
His cleaning of the house affects the poorest
He's slashing a sword at regimes
And sending our country downstream
Muck pulls puppets strings, and Duck's the daffiest

connie pachecho

2/16/25...

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