I sold my brother's coin collection for a fix/
Police and thieves/
Coke n smack, synth riffs and puffs
Jack McDuff, Sure ’Nuff ’n funk for you/
My life is on freeze, please don't tease
Pop the beat, heroin junkies down the street
Hookers trickin' where we used to meet/
Jazz horn and the abstract truth
The cross is afraid of women's rights/
Stay on the fight, the truth is right
Lo-fi delights while eating shrooms/
Mojave Desert eagle walk
While wearing peyote buttons round my neck
As we talked, a raven's feather flew in her hair
She was high on acid and said
I looked like a shaman dancing with a bear/
An
airy successful glow is
always filled with
hay road springy
goof balls prior to
green gang-
resurgence to con-
trol pesty
in-crap greedheads.
'Sales Pitch' Contest
By Margarita Lillico
Story is fiction.061026
It's not always a sin,
But every now and then,
Some things happen
That makes no sense.
He was a buyer;
I was a seller.
His summers were hot
Like an oven.
His winters felt a lot
Like a freezer.
The land was flat
And looked like pain.
No hills, no mountains,
And it seldom rained.
Encircled by trees,
There were neither
Dames, lakes, or rivers.
Best scenery was Autumn leaves.
He didn't fish
But shot fowls
And hunted dear,
Year after year.
There was no politicing there.
He had nothing for
Or against to vote.
Even though he had nothing
In those parts on which to float,
I found a way to selll him a boat.
They tell me the bruise is a blessing.
They bottle the dark and label it dawn.
Poison gets poured in crystal glasses,
and everyone clinks like it’s holy.
I stand there tasting the lie on my tongue,
wondering when we forgot what light feels like
A quick glance sideways
He shoplifts a little speck of gold
~ The weight of a man
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
He was whimpering
Again and again
Repeatedly pleading for love
And it was me
Who was ruthlessly counting
Its price.
Kid was innocent
And knew nothing
That
He loved so much me
From the first day of his life
But
I invested in him
From the date of his birth .
( A true event that shocked me
When I saw a farmer sold the kid of a goat.)
car shed
weathered and worn
thinks while empty
vulnerable, anxious awaits news
new truck?
Born in a barn raised on a farm
makin' hay come what may
won't do what I'm told
can't be bought or sold
with a mind of my own
don't need politicians
prophets or priests
deciding my decisions
drink from the bottle
drive full throttle
don't get me wrong
know where I belong
ain't got no social graces
know where my place is
do what nature taught me
down in the lower forty
where rattling the bars of their cage
'til the cattle come home
chickens from afar were induced
and returned to roost
while at day's end
the scarecrow he an' me
we be best of friends
The yard sale was great.
Sold everything in my place.
Now to start over new.
Influencers tell me what to do.
Have a need for food, shelter, and clothes.
They say that's not the way to go.
Buy products online,
Thats cheap and refined.
Use a credit card,
Get whatever you want.
Paying the bill is just an affront,
Go to thrift stores for a better jump.
What you want and need,
May be different indeed.
I can't fry my eye lashes to eat,
Hair products can't keep me warm.
Tattoos won't make a room for you.
No place to keep all my stuff that was cheap,
Live in a car with no place to sleep!
Spine chilling velocity
Willing feverish ferocity
Pollution spilling atrocity
Pushes our buttons
Top billing forging
Fiendish drilling pomposity
Gluttons gorging in the isles of muttons
Coining the term “purloining”
Plunder even here down under
Cast asunder..can hear the thunder
In the proud land of
The long white cloud
Scold from the fold to heal
But won’t listen..do a deal
Gaudy gems appeal..glisten
History sold for pieces of gold
Cower to phoney crony power
Dour Parasites roll the dice
Show pony baloney hour
Off their heads...now divining
Mining our whining sea beds..
Palaver of scour..devour and sour
Splice our shining slice of paradise
Vice rather than stories of glories told
Voraciously gobbling veracity
Audaciously hobbling precocity
Generosity wobbling even in the home
Of lengthy Cumulus Curiosity…
Not being funny
In this Land of Milk & Honey
Won’t kowtow to the cash cow
Getting out of hand
Because the answer forever
Whatever will never ever
Be just money!
We've sold the White House
to the highest cash bidder ~
just pawns in the game
A spacious office was big and bold
Now it is an unused space, painted bold
There is a hut-like cubbyhole with mold
To get in there, your legs have to fold
The air is on high, so this space is cold
Hoarder-messy, it has never sold
Walking to the film in tandem,
sold it out for opening night.
Fanboys and girls define fandom
walking to the film in tandem.
That iconic phrase 'Rebel Scum'
meant to be under marquee light.
Walking to the film in tandem,
sold it out for opening night.
Food thats good i beleive you'll find? raw milk
Not the usual, therm-ed out kind.
Link up with farmers, you can volunteer!!
Supply some spirit, spread more cheer
The bowler hatted farmer knows' his
Onions along with dear old Vobes'
And Brooks no nonsense Chris is in.'
That people power is starting to spin.!
A couple of million will do for starters
You can now show the world..
Who are? the real'
Useless farters.)
Caged Dreams
1.
You keep us in cages,
Thinking we are slaves,
But a day will come,
When we will escape.
2.
We look up from our cages,
Longing to be free—
As free as the birds
That soar through the skies.
3.
You think us foolish,
You think us weak,
But a day will come
When you will regret—
Regret every cruel word
That spills from your lips.
4.
You sold us like cattle,
Took us from our homes.
We look up from our cages,
Dreaming of freedom,
Yearning to live our lives.
5.
You clip our wings,
Lock us away,
So we cannot fly,
Cannot touch the sky.
6.
We live in despair,
We live in pain,
We live in fear,
Of what comes next.
Some of us even pray
For death to come.
7.
You took our children,
Our lands, our resources,
Leaving us with nowhere
To call home.
8.
You fear what we'll do,
Once freed from these cages.
We may be bound,
But our hope still burns—
Like a flame, untamed.
9.
We will reclaim our lands,
We will reclaim our freedom,
We will take back all
That was stolen from us.
10.
We are strong,
We are bold,
We will fight on—
Until the very end.
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