The Barmy Army still wading among the dung
After Ashes tsunami any new songs now sung
Aussies smarmy but new Harmy..Josh Tongue
Dream of gung ho team does seem far flung
Baz loves betting & forgetting.. took a bung?
Beyond reproach coach on to job has clung
Some fans jest but suggest should be hung
For bish bash bosh tosh Mac attack’s brung
Yep Jacob up his eponymous ladder swung
Radder bowler Josh has climbed many a rung
Cruel BazBull rule made us all madder..stung
Cool fool with incontinent bladder & one lung
New flair heirs did woo with their foo & kung
We coo pair made us gladder.. despair wrung
No longer unsung.. Bet Hell & its fiery Tongue
Those BazBull bro’s kills what they said they'd save
Chill pill drills ho’s cheap thrills all traditions waive
Rave it's their fave the oldest format what they crave
Pretend that cricket lite ..might a bright future pave
Defend rascals debacles in Oz really was a close shave
Righto was sh*te say goodnight barmy tsunami wave
Did cave in hosts through thick & thin everything gave
So goodbye to the superfly lie cheerio the final wave
All a slave to T20 noble sort of this global sport a knave
Can't stave off woes depraved way they did play.. behave
Smarmy army hell bent heaven sent Tests to their grave
I read his name carney, i saw dark clouds gather as as an army.' I hear such black blarney.'
See Canada has maybe gone barmy.dead maple leaves, lay; yet more slippery and smarmy..Under a carney so carney
Doing more harm, than an enemy army..Oh
Prime-sinister (mark carney)
Chorus..
Oh its carney; mark carney..Mark his
Moniker, in alarm alarm be.' Awake
Canada, get real lively..And I'm sure that you
Will see. You need good rid of (mark carney)
Awesome to see the 47th President.
And, soon to be, our new, White House Resident!
Being welcomed, warmly at this game,
Number 47…..elected by popular fame.
The USA chose him to run this nation free.
No longer an ugly weaponinzation tree!
War makers who sucked this nation dry.
Better go find another fish to fry.
No wonder Joy Reid shaved her head.
And smarmy,Don Lemon’s career is about dead!
Joe and Mika, please, go cry in your beer.
Endless negativity and lies, ends in our cheers!
12/14/2024
Merry Christmas
Happy Chanukah
A lady and a pillow
I read about a woman who, when going abroad
takes a pillow from her bedroom, one with printed flowers
and smells of yesterday’s shampoo and rinse
not a silly little heart-shaped pillow was given to
the newlywed with a knowing wink and smarmy smile
so, what do I know about anatomy or the structure
of a skeleton?
The lady with her cushion doesn’t stay in the youth motel
but a proper hotel, where they say: “Does the madam
like a cup of tea? She sweetly smiles, wishing the question
had been of a sultry nature
The roaming woman visits art galleries and museums
dines at a nice restaurant that has white tablecloths
wide chairs and soft music
“Does the madam like dessert?” She sweetly smiles, but
wishes the question had been daring, what she whispers
to the pillow.
Outside the sanctum, clenched teeth, tension,
a sense of being spun slowly, in comical ocean drift
Bobbed cork barely able to rein my orientation.
Luckily, current flux of haphazard happening flapped
a variable vantage.
Blown as though by silk hankie butterfly blessing
launched under lead light detail dragonfly wing
Inside the sluice.
tender seagrass arms greet me, surprise caressed
Silky entry to a tepid tub, a calm community
of smug inner sanctum club members, afloat.
Blind to bedlam, their faces automatically accepting
Smarmy, aloof, knowing the code
Clicked into correct holding pattern
Galvanized now among the longed for,
unlocked passage
Boasts a right angled me, porthole refuge
Catatonic sanctum immune to struggle
Bay of steady abundance
Top step mission for admission somehow granted mine
Spotlight shon on my cloned social demeanor,
Meticulously honed modesty of highbrow gallery.
24th February
Written for Contest: Gateway
Sponsor: Constance La France
Your call is important to us
Says this smarmy bland voice
So please stay on the Line
As if we have any choice
They don’t have many staff now
Just a multi purpose call centre
The logical result of the work
Of that thrice cursed inventor
Whose greatest brainchild was
The automated answer machine
One of the greatest time wasters
This world has sadly ever seen.
How many die of apoplexy
Not having the resolve
To keep on waiting for
Their query to be solved.
I hope that inventor met
An excruciating painful death
Lingering hour after hour
Before taking his last breath
All the time hearing
Over and over again
Your death is important to us
We just don’t know when
At water break, a wail for dust –
Fate sighs, for jest, has mused a blight,
And gamers throb, in bliss of lust,
Cast brawn and sweat to stoke a plight.
The devil’s kiss, the angel’s tear -
In raging muse, to conform dread,
In caring weep, to rescue drear,
In dance of life to dirge of death.
A throne, to seat the villain heart -
A pad, to ease the saintly knee -
In midst, feet stomp in chaotic march,
To play the mind, to cause folly.
Space, time and rotting starch –
Smarmy! The lucid platitude –
Heaven and hell, wait post the purge,
Sharing, man’s … inexactitude.
This fact discerned
is wisdom hard-earned:
Behind a quick, smarmy smile
may lurk artful guile.
April 23, 2021
April 23, 2021
entered in Brian Strand's All Yours (April 24) Contest placed 1st
June 2, 2021
Contest: Bite Size Poem no. 4
Sponsor: Line Gauthier
I once met a lady from Killarney
Her tendencies leaned toward the smarmy
Wore the briefest of shorts
Couldn’t hide her big warts
But, she could handle the Irish army.
Written April 5, 2021
Wildlife 22
A bug-eyed and smarmy young rat,
Was eating a big lump of fat,
A guy that he knew,
Said "You can't! You're a Jew!"
He replied "It's not bacon you pratt!"
Possessing pure skepticism
allows me
to carry an air of longevity
Having to breathe in
false utterances,
the words of mendacious men
I could never trust
If you be at the opposite end
on the thought spectrum
of visible dust
Then persuade yourself
if you must
That everything is peachy keen;
because an oval echo,
from a yellow enamel orifice,
placebo grin said so
Keep pulse listening
to the dunce reverberations
that smarmy gloat
Si, I do verily distrust that locust sound
every grimy vocal whit
As the green devouring wheeze abound,
grim reaper facts exist
So, Covid yourself
if you must
That none of the dying coughing is truly real,
because an ivory pair of coffin eyes
opaque hide behind a green curtain shade ill
There’s 19 different wavy versions:
Flagellated ear-rant vials of vapor duplicity
Inhale the infectious bah humbug,
give a callous shrug with an air of morbidity
Convince yourself
to believe a lie
of paper sawdust,
if you must
As for me,
the leper words of lecherous men,
I will always
contagiously distrust
When smarmy folks I KNOW dislike me
come to me with phony stuff
and nonsense they spread on so thick,
their hugs I surely will rebuff.
I-love-you hugs from sincere people—
bring ‘em on! Can’t get enough.
I’m-sorry hugs from those who mean them
never leave me in a huff.
I-GET-you hugs of understanding
build me up and bless my soul.
I’ve-missed-you hugs from friends and grandkids
thrill me, heal me, make me whole.
Date Posted: May 31, 2020
received NA in Hugs Poetry Contest judged on June 14, 2020
placed 3rd in John Hamilton's re-run contest June 16, 2020
I like to start my day with a hot cup of coffee
I pound down the coffee
First thing I do every day
as the dawning sun
Lights up my lonesome room
Yeah, but not just a simple cup of java Joe, but a God damn snarling sarcastic smarmy cup of coffee
I mean, - we are talking about an alcoholic, all speed ahead, always hot, always fresh, always there when I need it, angry, attitude talk to the hand Ztude, bad, bad assed, beats breaking, beatnik, bluesy, bitter, y, bombs away, capitalistic, caffeinated up the ass, cinematic, communistic, Colombian grown, Costa Rican inspired, Cowabunga to the max, crazy assed, devilishly angelic, divine, divinely inspired, dyslexic, epic, extreme vetting, evil eye, expensive, erotic vision inducing, Ethiopian coffee house brewed, euphoric, freaky, freazoid, foxy, Frenched kissed, French brewed, funkified, foxy lady, graphic, GOD in my coffee, with Allah, Ganesh, Jesus, Kali, Buddha, Christians, Durga, Hindus, Mohamed, Jesus and Mo and their friend, the cosmic bar maid, Sai Babai, Shiva, Taoists,
When BoJo and Donald first met
Donald treated BoJo as his pet
They resembled daft twins
Both with fixed smarmy grins
It’s a moment I will not forget
*BoJo is short for Boris Johnson the new British Prime Minister
8/8/19
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