The rage prevails
On nights like these
When reason fails
And anger breeds
It matters not
The efforts made
The tension’s hot
Foundation laid
The venom spews
From your mouth
You leave no clues
Of what went south
We all must guess
On what, the cause
To start this mess
And prime your claws
And even when
We challenge you
You twist a spin
Deny your blues
You’ll cease to claim
Where you’re at fault
Won’t taint your name
You won’t be caught
Terrorism Explained
Nazis
KKK
Epsteinists
Zionists
common denominator
white men
who professed superiority
Nelson Mandela de bunked them all
a little man in front of Fox news
laughs at the truth
spews illusions
who could possibly be
attracted
to such monsters of hate
Archie Bunkers still exist!
Written: July 28, 2025, for contest sponsored by: Nette Onclaud
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Salted lips confect rust melt,
In my mouth hangs mango smoke.
Bread with oil seeps bitter gloom,
citrus spews on copper tongues.
Vanilla beats in the haze,
ash stays like razed molasses.
The lamp spills sweets on your chin,
my thirst croons of gold and grit.
Your breath spews poison,
your words like hail
storm the night.
You're toxic and
your truth is blackness
doused with venom.
There is no room for compromise.
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
She's like a puff adder
Pure poison spews from her mouth
Please bite your tongue!
With skateboard tight in hand, his hair cut to the skull,
he takes long drags on cigarettes, flinging each butt
with an easy flick of fingers.
At five feet, slim, in sockless sneakers large for a boy
his size and age, lost in oversized cloths new to his
adolescence, his trousers barely hang on his half
exposed rear, (the latest fad), he moves impatiently
back and forth, spuming cigarette smoke like whale spews
mist from its blow hole, waiting for an older boy, his clone.
Darkness soon smoothers the park and the boy’s clone
appears and they vanish into the night puffing away on
a stronger sweet-scented smoke, laughing, leaving a trail
of quickly fading obscenities. About to leave, my nostrils
catch a whiff of a sweet but unknown drug mixed with
the scent of newly blossomed lilacs, and I quickly snort
and cough it out, recalling something from my boy days
not unlike an odor of premature fruit gone rotten.
Hot Breath
excited crowd waits impatiently
earthquakes shake the ground
lava heated boiling water
pushes towards the surface
hot steam spews from the vent
anticipation grows, ready for the eruption
a mighty whoosh and the vented steam
reaches for the blue sky
for a duration of ninety seconds
the crowd is awed by natures power
with a gurgle the steam cloud
settles back into the earth to await
another cycle
Hitchhiking by blurred station generic
Gypsy Flora slips anonymous, gravel
Grinds her heart of garbage, barbaric
Buried skeleton stirred, further travel
Ticket to Keep It Secret
Scarred in fish guts grubby, harbour
Heaves its putrid out to sea, amnesia
Avails an arbour over bleak macabre
Mutineer hurled ragdoll dumb, seizure
Saline dreams Dali delirium
Draped clock face, Flora's flailing coma
Collides with shore, format felicitous
Ferocious ocean spews sweet soma
Segued fortunate Flora duplicitous
Digs over fingers scratching
Sea sparks zesty spirit, crystal clairvoyant
Clavicle thrummed during tumble turquoise
Touched pitching ceiling, delight buoyant
Blackened flotsam, frivolous foam destroys
Destined to nest content
29th March
Redefined
Around me I see stupidity,
but up in the sky what do I see?
Cute fluffy figures float through the blue.
I think in the clouds I’d choose to be.
Hatred spews forth from the mouths of some.
Will they one day be attacking me?
Not just with words – perhaps bodily?
I think in the clouds I’d choose to be.
Bad luck too comes more often than not.
From misery I can’t seem to flee.
Perhaps I should try to get a bit high.
I think in the clouds I’d choose to be.
The Lord for sure dwells beyond the clouds.
He’s nearer up there. Would you agree?
I don’t think Calmay will take me away!
I think in the clouds I’d choose to be.
I tire of the all the B.S
Thats spews from the mouths of mankind
Spoken with false sincerity
Good intentions undermined
No decency , no conscience
Souls darkened by deceit
Void of compassion and kindness
Hearts of solid concrete
Good, kind ,caring humans
Are the saving grace
To still have belief in mankind
To keep and maintain faith
Do you know what to do
Can you stay true
When your life’s falling apart
And yet I try to open my heart
Wishes are fading
I always seem to be waiting
And even after ranting
Do I know what to do?
Does this answer your question,
Because every time someone seems to mention,
Legends always seem to make a mark,
But last time I checked I didn’t have to share that spark
You talk to my friends
You come without ends
And when its said and done
I guess I want to be number one
Because when they ask this question
I start to feel tension
But when I look around
Everyone else is also on the ground
Do you know what to do
When your feet are stuck in glue
Because there’s someone inside that chews and then spews and then skews,
Until you finally get that clue
That you’ve become quite blue
I got pried,
And then I just cried,
Cause when you’re stuck in the middle,
You just start to shrivel
I suddenly start to swivel
As you suddenly start to drizzle
Into the cracks of my life
Where there’s about to be a whole lot of strife
But now I have to be true,
And simply admit to you
That I just don’t know what to do
Molten lava spews from my eyes
My mouth feels dry like the scorching desert
Fear, like a heavy boulder, sits on my chest
My heart seeks where the Chimera dwells
A pit is forming in my stomach
My head is riding upon a vortex
Conflicting thoughts swirling through my mind
forming a surrealistic whirlpool,
And I stand rooted
to the ground like an Ancient Oak.
A sense of emptiness mushrooms within me
like the morning miasma obscuring the visibility.
My past carried off into the oblivion,
Every moment henceforth is
pregnant with some novel challenges,
tackling a new task overwhelms me
despair overwhelms my soul undeterred—
Bogged down by fate
Tethered to my faith
I am mired in a spiritual quagmire
unable to claw my way up to the Mount Calvary.
---unconscious bias
I crawl as my tongue slither back
forth lies and untruths,
my rock heart, my mouth spews
-out disproportionately facts
represented or excluded from certain roles
my verbal statement of reform mine associations we hold
I and my friends (I mean fiends) be a sign of
---unconscious bias
Who are we as I and we snap judgments?
Assessments, who whom are I and we to past testaments
Them there whom they be negative attitude,
We in ourselves outside of self can’t let them be
Of which one is not consciously aware,
Against a specific social group none of which we I care
Eternal hatred, jealousy and slander
Why? Must I (we) inside those hearts speak aloud ill of
--Oh? What wroth,
Such a lot
Is this unconscious prejudice
Human resources do they measure this
--- Those whom internally thinking unconscious bias
9/11/24
For This or That, Vol 27 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Edward Ibeh
Back and forth
The words shoot across
Slicing through my pale quivering skin
Sometimes there’s no pause for air
As the hate spews from both sides
I’m torn between the love I created
And the love that I have chosen
There’s no winning tonight
And it’s only just begun
March 16, 2024
The Spews of Erebus
Our desire unites us
that our greed and ambitions
might be heard as prays
to a concerning and considerate God
Might the Spoils of discovery
find sceince as profitible
as it is interesting
they cheered and toasted him
not knowing what was before them. Said one
in full opposition of the others. He sheilded his
lanterns at night
might the greed of men
need light to undo there promises.
Gold makes even the sanist man satan
that the poorest of the poor
wish to be as wealthy as
he who pay's him;
must he be vain and willing to risk
it all to prosper.
Or shall God makest him humble enough
to be concerned and bless the
expedition that they might
all equally share ach fortune.
Doctor kestler Anartic Expedition
There is Environmental Protocol against mineral extraction in Antarctica
The story is of a bunch of time traveler willing to extract from the past to have a Profitable future.
They are faced witha Challenge from The Superfreinds.
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