Endearing Ms Eilish not willy nilly a silly Billie got her wish despite the stares
Crys of why guys are there any let alone so many glutton button billionaires?
Not adhering to age old sage adage share if you've enough stuff to spare
Uncouth domineering untruths sold smearing sleuths as society tears
Sneering about profiteering mining shining spiting climate crisis scares
Cheering racketeering careering all about that flocks stocks & shares
Leering snares creatives gold left bereft fearing they're not their flair heirs
Persevering with cold jeering at hearing protests that then fold no one cares
Scold civic critics nearing the facts spearing by acts.. pacts & unfair flares
Cost of disappearing rare species now just pieces of faeces in their lost lairs
Searing temperatures rearing still somehow our despairs never even airs
Gearing up for the veering apocalypse peering as the sun stun gun glares
Must be bold steering pioneering derring do clearing these nightmares
Who dares volunteering to stop the interfering engineering by the billionaires?
Coffee of flop poem
Dear readers,why do I again come to you to share coffee, you know
She left me with the Cup of empty,
Daily My pain of memories of our love
Become a Seed of coffee
She left by giving me silence shock
Ages are brought down with white beard
I am in shock that my mother Durga Kali consoled me to chew the bubble gum of spirituality A smile mother how to spit it off?
Spiting is a bad habit.
You and I in this beautiful world.......
Mother I scold you never ever abuse you secret,
........ dear readers I hope you enjoyed the time
Durga Kali Devi need to call me out of content
New year new poem the coffee of flop poem
With love all
OM jagdish bajantri0
His evil malicious taunting's
Lucifer shifts minions and demons;
Spiting on the womb of the bride;
Embracing her soul windows closed;
The bride groom cometh
Tried and tied in the knots of life;
Desperately seeking wife's;
Separate the rooms, implant shame doom;
Body count concludes;
The head is separated from the main;
The bride groom cometh
The fam is distain;
Calculated divisions;
The bride groom cometh
Dirty broken windows cleanse with maple-syrup;
While little girls still play patty-cake and jump rope;
I can't wait for the Husband of the Church to come;
I can't wait for the parting of the skies;
The bride groom cometh
Catfishing dirty dishes mouths spitting;
Mixed decisions--
I can't wait to see with mine spiritual eyes;
The bride groom comes, The bride groom cometh
5/17/24
written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2024
wife beater
cheater
a man whom commits domestic violence
against his spouse
or long term female partner in house
Physical abuse by husband or male companion No good cheater
Extreme jealousy
Possessiveness unpredictability
spiting hitting baggy pants
lying cheating man
prideful, denying
bounties full of dissentient
misogynist terrorist
hypocrite demonic
Wide brim hat sugar daddy
a spoiled mama's boy anti-feminist
a man whose prejudiced against women
strongly despises and dislikes
a rolling stone, leaving no address he rome
cheater
wife beater
11/13/23
For No 1257 New Poem Only Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
Building a bridge
for others to walk
light burning at the end
It’s never enough
to stand and wait
their crossing must begin
Toeing a path
in another’s steps
fruition comes in view
Toll again paid
in memory script
—to spite the dark eschewed
(Dreamsleep: April, 2023)
They are dead for all eight hours!
They'll rise to wag their fingers!
At that time they will talk big things
That talk to their egos and powers!
They will rise with all their trappings
And recall the last happenings
Including the altercations
And what they told their followings!
While they sleep there are no tensions,
Vindictiveness or contentions!
They sleep soundly, contentedly,
Free of injurious actions!
After eight hours they are surly,
Even spiting all things holy.
They mock even the divine will!
Of course, they reap for their folly!
God, in our heart love please instil
So the cup of wrath we do not fill
In the day hours we are awake,...
That we may not wantonly kill!
WORD IS WEIRD
Word is comparable with medication,
can heal the one with fever and pain
if articulate in passion,
hence you have to be in attention,
when you release to someone,
Yet be careful before make it heard,
Cause word is weird,
Word can be a dangerous poison,
Assassinating someone,
And killing fast than machine gun,
Though keep your thought in,
Before spiting your fellows human,
Though always keep your mouth on guard,
Cause word is weird,
Ali mohammed
[email protected]
Zanzibar Islands
When he took his last breath
he did not know ,his throat was a
slithering snake spiting invisible poison
upon the beloved one's
Before catching the terrible
it crawled towards their soul
and exiled them in the farthest island
of the orient.
Later they all met
in the bay of frozen coffin's.
Mad snake crawled further.
Sometimes, it’s hard to find a way
to keep on fighting
with all the windows of the world
no longer lighting
the road ahead in shadowed bend
and only spiting
any chance I seem to hold on happiness
Sometimes, It’s hard to really say
what I’ve been thinking
with all the chaos of the world
forever shrinking
determination with frustration
only sinking
any chance that I can hold on to my dreams
And then again, sometimes, I find myself
encouraged
when I can feel the sun and see the life
it’s nourished
it’s then, that I can once again
let flourish
every thought that what I need will come to me
If you want to talk smack
Best bring your , A - Game Jack
I know everyone hate's to see a grown man cry
But you have chosen to do battle with Mr Fly
Sorry Standard rules don't apply to me
I have been spiting since the age of 3
And boy are the ladies into me
They wont let me be
If I was in 1 Direction
My nickname would be Mr Heaven
I have been dating since I was 11
And old enough to Diss
Young pretenders such a you
You may have seen 8 miles over a thousand times
But you are about to be schooled
I don't tolerate fools lightly
My suits fit tightly
I bath in my enemies tear's fortnightly
I play golf for fun
I have a suntan but not from the sun
My surname is a trademarked Brand
I own swathes of public land
1 , 2 , 3
Listen very carefully to me
I am the Donald
I eat Salad at Mcdonald's
I fill Paper Columns
My hair is wavy
I am popular with the ladies
I only travel on Air Force 1
And I spit on Twitter
I am the F-American President
How do you like me now ?
Look who is laughing now ?
Mic Drop
Life is strife
But strife is life
Pain lingers in my core
I can feel it evermore
Who wouldn’t will a cry,
Rather than demand to die?
Life is strife
But strife is life
I only stalk the night
With a knife in my right
Spiting curses and fear
Gripping my shadow near
Life is strife
But strife is life
I am only a corpse
Living on others’ crops
Like a standing skeleton
Charged to build a guillotine
mumma's trynna get my head
out of the mainstream
She said you gotta come on out
despite what you believe
make sense of all these sounds
the screaming while you sleep
can lead you to the ground
to stand on your own feet
you're not too thick to turn around
from sickled shortened feats
the future's happening now
and the reality you breathe
hasn't got the air needed
so you'll see
black untended spots
that haunt your sense of being
but mom the underground is cold
and the warmth is comforting
you're right the future's still untold
but from under this you'll see
the wonder i behold is
light enough to see
light enough to hold
without splitting from the seams.
my direction is adjusting
and i'm definitely running faster
i can tell you're scared of trends
because after all you are my mother
but i'm almost at the end
where i can send most of this away
climb up to the top
and stop just playing games
learn to gently wake the night
without spiting coming days
before we all surely fade on out
from the crowds that fill the space
Click in an instance the human volcano erupts
From a distance, feel the sudden switch of countenance
So hot the magma boils
from inside it wont wait to spill over
Looking with intensity yet blind with rage
The feeling on stage acting as salvage
The entire sense of reasoning caged
Unreasonably out of gauge
Just then if not controlled
Boooommm!!!
Bloody lava flows out spiting wildfire
so fast mistakes happen
leaving evidence of ashes
sssshhhhhh!!!!!
it cools, and beclouding smokes disappear
the senses awake and the eyes brighten.
Never say it was the work of the devil cus he may be asleep.
Spiting over the sky
Fell on the face
Hardly won franchise lost in the air
The cross on the paper turning like pepper
From the front,from the back
From the right and from the left
Everywhere,every moment
Surprises surround
Freedom is grabbed,distancing justice
Where?Tracing the whereabouts of peace,
Awakening eyes in threatening nights
Neglected bellies bonding the bones
Digging the bottoms of the planted mountains
Aiming to collapse breaking the summits!
I solicit, can I be
your man, man of
dreams,
She smiled and
responds with
nihilism,
I startle with
embarrassment,
Nevertheless, she
kept on spiting with
criticism,
I lost and tears
bulged out from the
eyes,
Expel not this time
with pessimism,
In wonder and in
dilemma of bewilder
ness,
Fell down from edge
of optimism,
And truly I can only
yearn and pine,
Can’t I fetch her
with the power of
magnetism,
Here the word and
world lives, the
status,
Before which I can’t
stand with equalism,
Alas here a man live
with the loss of
hope,
Saying this love is,
“the theory of
illusionism,
And to beginning
alarmed of your
ways,
Not more than
pretension and
fusionism,
Quit this all plays
and leave a solace,
Can’t I bear your
yoke of fascism,
Of thy oppression
and cruelty,
So Shahid, be in the
shadow of
bachelorism.
Shahid Hussain
Chouhdry
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