Some wanted a mock monarchy
most were in favour of democracy
those who liked lawless preferred anarchy
few voted authoritarian
all with shifting goals, tipsy objectives
too many hands holding too many spoons
clashing in a hot soup pot, like blot bots
veggies ended in rotting heaped up coup !
FIRST PLACING : STANDARD CONTEST
Contest: Drop the Cliche
sponsor : Nette Onclaud
13.12.25
My kitchen will hold the key,
love like warm oven brie.
Too many cooks here so flee,
this is my holiday plea.
Only one needed cook bee,
with dinner and hot tea.
The broth must not taste like the sea,
but with a touch of glee.
Too many voices cloud the clear design,
A single vision holds a better line.
When all attempt to steer the simple dish,
It fails to satisfy the hungry wish.
Adds a spice, a pinch, brings new ideas,
Until the true intention disappears.
The pot becomes a muddled, failed affair,
A consequence that no one wants to bear.
SPILLEGE SPOIL SYBER SIST-- Vogon Unofficial Anthem Poetry
Infused intensity of immense ignorant
Boils of blast feme burbling
Crackle and gilling clump coils
Of filament retardants…..coverings
Egos frost bitten frozen bumps
Cabbage patch dolls provocateur
Running ruins caveating wretch
Worldly scum virgate arresting…..whose
Developing deepen darts of daze
Daring divorced deities
Spillage spoil syber sist
Rope gatherings of responsive reeps…..what?
Tweet twik ti tork
Tweet twik ti tork
Tork twik ti Tweet
Wailing walls worship waters sung-songs
Of open offensives offerings
Spillage spoil syber sist
Vested virtues very vast
Undermining unfixed unumerously…..anthem
Spillage spoil syber sist
1/17/25
For Vogon Poetry Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Sotto Poet
They never made Charlie work for anything, no doubt.
He never did a chore or helped his parents out.
When he reached sixteen, he wanted a Porsche.
They gave him one the day his mom got a dishwasher, a Borsche.
Charlie rode it around faster than a speedway racecar.
Thought he was all that and more, a spoilt basketball star.
Wrecked it in a week, and complained he wanted another.
Let’s not spoil our other boys, suggested Charley’s mother.
In the countryside I found a poppy
Hints of romance, I felt a bit soppy
I thoughts of my lover
Then watched a cow smother
That poppy in stuff warm and sloppy
I could spoil the name of the sun:
Call it 'oven' before my son
'Furnace' brand it to change the fun
Make kids meet it and long to run;
Fall down and claim it did them stun;
Stop its warm praises by a nun,
Telling her the sun's faults a tonner.
Dislike I the blaze of the sun
Struck by it I would, sometimes, run
My stares at the sun: pointed gun.
I d simply hoped to down the sun.
Detest I the cruel whips of the sun:
Something it has done more than once,
In its opinion a fight won
And the deed as good as done....
On this tortuous path called life
I go harvesting and drinking the storms
without having too much calm...
Sometimes with the chase
of men with blind sights
I proceed staggering, among staggering...
Sad is the spoil of this life
little time of virtues
and an arsenal of mistakes...!
If words could dig deep
Mine will cause an earth quake,
Soil every tear to an ocean
Search the face of happiness
And wrath good in it's season.
If food was not costly,
I would feed the nations,
Put smiles and bring heaven down
But what does a pauper do!
Healing through memories,
Fighting the spoils to face the day
Oh the dawn comes
Terrifying my confidence,
Shattering my hopes
Who will cook this earth to betterness!
Why is lack trendy!!!
I might be small, may have no voice
But that doesn’t mean that my life is your choice
Conceived, a babe, I’m not a sin
I’d show you myself but you can’t come in here
Now I love cats don’t get me wrong
But something just ain’t right here
Where a nation vows justice for all
Still we spare the child and spoil the cat
I’m not a life I heard them say
But I had a heartbeat from the very first day
Deceived your mind, your mother knew
Just because nine people say it doesn’t mean that it’s true
Now I love cats don’t get me wrong
But something just ain’t right here
Where a nation vows justice for all
Still we spare the child and spoil the cat
So it’s privacy, a fundamental right?
Thank God Mary didn’t know that in Bethlehem that night
Believe the Word, it’ll save the day
Your son or your daughter wouldn’t want it this way
Now I love cats don’t get me wrong
But something just ain’t right here
Where a nation vows justice for all
Still we spare the child and spoil the cat
Spare the rod, spoil the child;
We should take care of our children now;
Just as God does for us...
The Lord is...
The Lord is like a father;
A father to His children;
We are His children;
Father tender and compassionate you those who fear Him;
God, I'm your child an adult now, share not your rod,
like a father
Reprimand me Father I'm your child
written word by James Edward Lee Sr. 2019©
Psalm 103:13
Someone They Did Spoil
He acted like someone they did spoil;
Is mad and behavior over would boil;
Never persevered,
While acting weird,
And life had been in constant turmoil.
Jim Horn
Sound familiar?
When you praise a man
You spoil his humble heart
When you hate a good man
Stubborn as a mule he becomes
in all race
of corlor and face
some good some bad
its sad
one make it bad for all
don't you fall
its many like that
heres way it at
the card or stack
over bad oil
ITS ONE BAD APPLE
THAT SPOIL
you must know
am the star of the show
where ever i go
i'am like the wind blow
don't get my way
musis say i boil
I,MA SPOIL
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