Simply absurd
Heard the news
Snotty residents
On pedants pews
Clear precedents
Vice do choose
Drive us potty
In arty farty mews
Latte & biscotti
With dotty views
Party always grotty
Spice will lose
A slutty hotty
Putty in her hand
Seedy queues
For smutty totty
Or bit of botty
Plenty of booze
A nutty hinterland
Hear our boos
Us well manned
Against this ruse
So underhand
With their coups
Good times banned
Westminster eschews
In pubs can't stand
Everyone poo poos
That's what's planned
If papers peruse
Chaos canned
Soho's Blues
Hey..' I'm gonna tell ya bout an Aussie gurl
That sheila called Iyah..Who's pummeling
Out hell.' she used a throw away
camera and made (that song; karma-geddon) wow
She sings it out strong, i swear old
satan is quaking..Cause she also found God and
Like a billion followers.? Now with the
Truth she's sure shod.' Shoot'n from
those sweet lips' what the whole world needs
to hear.' Bout
Evil billionaires and scientists..Oh dear oh dear.? About
Wicked actors on smutty screens, the dark side of stardom, that is sick and so obscene, her medicine is
shooting round like lightning, the world is waking up, shes like
The best of our Nation, why don't ya go
look up her stuff? Hear the reality, feel
The answers, as they rise up in you.' As
she shoots it from the lips, giving cover so
You'll make it through!, Get there to her side, and pray for your soul, in this time of
Of proof and testing, just put satan on hold..Tune in to Iyah..Turn to her page she; is to be found
on most information platforms, don't
delay act now, spread this info..
Its a deffo.' Hey just turn her up' AND MAKE IT LOUD !!!!!
At the bus stop was smutty Miss June,
and her guy there was showing his moon,
having PDA fun
as June’s pants came undone.
It was not just the bus coming soon!
poverty's sharp edges cut off the grey beggar tonight.
monsoon rains overpoured, becoming grave floods, sweeping him
from the bridge, where he had often trolled with a fair measure of hope.
between coal-coloured stalactite teeth, his gross breath, wan mouth,
an endangered smile, oily eyes, raisin skin, copper hair;
loose, smutty digits outstretched for some particular solution—
change to spare, a bottle of coke, a hot dog, a lead pipe.
living phantom rattled young children, disquieted air
of the earth, his chamber and bath (ordinarily trivial)
to those beyond stones, cloth huts, the doldrums of the have-nots,
targets of practising mendicants—grateful for temu,
the credit card religions, pseudo-prada, black friday options
I got an idea.? Was it mine though.? It was
A bit risqu'e i'm sure you know.' About schwab and his winker 'being well?? small' and inaproppriate behaviour.' And sliding through a cracked wall..Well I never knew.? I thought I was taking a chance.? Yet he is facing legal charges now, I think he'll have to dance.? So don't
Look at me as smutty.' As I know now I'd
Had the nod..The only One who told me write this down turns out to ( Be God ')
" All the funny jokes are a bit smutty" :( ~~ The poet~~
Such a sunny day, yet the lake was mine, not a soul to be seen.
Too good to be true the place to myself quieter than it had ever been.
Leaving my clothes beside a small bush I decided to go for a swim.
But when I came back everything was gone, left only a hat with a torn brim.
No undies no sox not a thing to put on, I had to cover all with that hat.
On the way home, an old woman laughed, “Oh my goodness what is that?“
“Madam if you were a lady you wouldn’t laugh at the predicament I am at"
She replied “ Well if you were a gentleman you would tip your hat !’’
Eye To Eye Talk
With smutty look, it started .
A look to look again,
Until the love begin.
To every hern of she,
even the nails cudnt be set free.
Tip to toe she had to glow,
to quench his look, he throws.
Till the same look reciprocates.
Appealing to the other, one generates.
When she is no less,
to lure him a step away.
A shy look of acceptance,
Yet, no word of utterance.
Eye to eye they spoke,
without queries to evoke.
To the one very own,
Within sometime,
known through eyes.
Indulged in affinity,
Caring is definitely.
In plain words I say.
It’s love in sight,
where words are dumb,
The eyes speak bright,
Lovers are numb.
When “She” is the universe.
Only “He” in the canvas.
Admitting through looks,
eye to eye they are booked.
Reared in ruins,
& East London brick dust,
lard spread on bread.
My figure daubed
by days of oil and dirt,
a boy by railroad tracks -
wrong side.
Trains clattered past
pumping smutty fumes.
Once, a pretty girl
visited our tenement,
posh clothes,
(I mean, not rough flannel),
clean hands, neatly dressed.
We boys gawped, then
then derided.
we had no way to acknowledge
one so distant from our reality.
I told mother,
she just shrugged not understanding.
She was a lock-in woman
& expressed herself
as a long ignored dog would
when asked about
the meaning of life.
An air sign NOT water surprisingly
Quick witted; it sure applies to me
Unique thinker, happy in my own company
A day dreamer, ideal for writing my poetry
Rebellious, I don’t like folk who are bossy
I love humour, sometimes mine is smutty
Unpredictable, my husband would agree!
Such a free spirit I adore being carefree
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03/31/21
Wildlife 11
Timmy, a cute little shrew,
Wrote limericks smutty and blue,
His rhymes were not 'Chic'
But a bit 'tongue in cheek
That he sent to some poets he knew.
Humor makes everything seem sunny
Though some things can leave our eyes runny
Gonna lighten things up
Tell some off-color smut
Sure gets one's attention especially if smutty
STAINED VIRGIN
They say a virgin is an undefiled maiden
An immaculate vestal
How else could she be,now stained ?
unchaste and smutty
tarnished and blemished
that's humanity !!!
STAINED is our religion
its no longer a personal race
but a raceway of competition
sanctuary has become an institution
for jeopardy to our disgrace
STAINED is our so called just government
Blood of humans lies in their hands
which has landed us in disfigurement
cause of selfish pleasure
blood shed all over homelands
yet no justice to measure
STAINED are our relationships
we prefer gain to true love
trust has turned into a treasure so hard to find
loyalty has turned to hard to equip
yet everyone wants to feel loved
when we're all disinclined
STAINED are our lives
everyone is in a rush to make it
never minding the consequences
we're ready to receive never willing to give
steady to commit,never set to admit
that's why we make accomplices
life is light
but what we see through it,is blood
brutal,reprobate,corrupt
has become the blight
profane and soiled has been the flood
she's too stained to be pure again
- Praise Irawaji
From Grades one to eight,
I attended a private Catholic school,
my fertile father fathered thirteen children,
and begrudgingly, the school board coveted our souls
for the tax revenue alone.
So, they sent a bus to pick us up,
for we were country folks
and it was nine miles to town.
I remember when I was ten
and my teacher sent me to the principal's office,
to explain my egregious behavior.
My teacher claimed I was obtuse
and mischievous,
referencing the matter of my gross graffiti.
It seems she saw the smutty drawings
I drew of her on the men's rooms stalls
and swore I was due for a rude awakening.
The principal, a nun, wasn't having any of it
screaming I must be evil,
or perhaps on drugs.
That was her opinion of every student
attending her strict school,
she had little regard for our souls.
If it were up to her
she'd have a priest consecrate the school,
so that mine and all other demon souls,
would be banished from her holy place forever.
And though I survived the indignity of her strap
that day; and the many more that followed,
the scars of those memories
cost me my faith.
(Free Verse)
08,20,2019
Speech of a drunken sailor,
muttering foul things ...
utterly gutter manure color
Filthy thoughts sent virus airborne,
dirty mind intimations tattooed on
She’s a vulture vulgarian —
Carcass breath
spreads her dead bosom infection
Unrefined manners, coarse habits
Crude behavior ill-defines
her pagan talk, smutty actions
Obscene gestures is this wench heifer’s
favorite, non-verbal expression
Her unclean vocal droppings
is a flirty cow pasture indiscretion
O’ witchy woman, so vulture vulgarian
Your condor exhalation
is cemetery-grade, crypt vapor carrion
Speech of a drunken turn-key,
muttering vile things ...
words detestable, ought not be
Deplorable lip belches sent coldly, nether bound —
a putrid place, wherein is only the hot slug sound
U-turn
poem
Lionel Derbyshire
Death you swath
Out of the dark
You go everywhere
And bluff the hour
Bench your thirst
And slit your
Own throat
So you thirst no more
You horrid hire
Hold your hour
And turn around
Befall you wretch
And summon yourself
In your own smutty desire
Death you die.
Death you are dead
Vain , valid and blameless ..
You do defeat and stop
The pain I cannot.
Boot me ! I am hollow
Turn me into ash or dust
Under lid and handle
I cannot carry.
And never will
I be crowned a king
In a crowded
Stingy and mean
Parody world ..
Nevertheless ..
Death you are
Vain , valid and blameless ..
ll keep alive
Death U-turn away.
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