Still hope we can cope
With the nope
Don’t give a damn plan
From that Tandoori tan
Obscene Tangerine dope
Jackanory Mandarin Man
That trope..like to be Pope
Go out on a limb..got the vim..scope
To make him of the grim...dim..whim..mope
Just give Mr Grope enough Rope
Opined women..a frump
If they mind.. some bump & grind
Half inching while pinching their rump
The darkness descends
Besotted with anything cosseted
Rotted or garrotted by design
But sign on the dotted line
Raise a 'Stein" of wine
Knaves..slaves.. saved
From the craze & blaze
Of this moral maze & haze
Extinguished by depraved waves
From distinguished graves
Denies his demise is nigh
Popularity sky high he lies
Bliss as the remiss abyss
Of hiss and diss ends
Thanks to a sly bit of
Wry Fab Four rapport
No not you say hello...but yes I say goodbye
Off with his head the French might have said
Cos we've read we'll get by instead
With a little help from his (dead) friends
Cohorts of suits distort
Court the last resort
Damnation of immigration
Onslaught in cahoots cavort
Pander to propaganda slander
Escort darker fraught faces
From other races caught
To starker places.. shunted
Hunted like a sort of sport
History debunked
“Before” skunked & kerplunked
Lore of Yore junked
Fossil fuel full sumps
Well More is More
Trees flump become clumps
Of gnarly snarly stumps
Petrol pumps pour
Sheriffs thumps any grumps
Tariffs Gazumps…prices soar
Ready for the final encore?
Don't give a jot or
A sod this lot
On your tod..just nod
Seedier greedier leaders
Stun..Shun the Needier
Not just down trodden
Sodden...run roughshod
Beseech each of those clowns..down
In the dumps chumps who chose
Plumps for stealthy
Leeches who teaches
Fools at our schools
Only the wealthy can stay healthy
No education for the nation
Uses...abuses..eschews..media issues..then sues
Argy bargy - sarky malarkey ensues
Bemuses readers…forsake news as fake
It's a Maga Saga ruse for f**ks sake
No immigration...deplore integration
To restore order…close the border
Hardcore race riot diet of denigration
Likes 60's generation segregation
Damnation not salvation..just devastation
Satsuma Tumour
Sense of Humour?
That Groomer Rumour
Cometh the Hour
Cometh the TAN!
People Power Glower should Flower
Grassy brassy knolls
But proles at the polls
Sold their Souls
To joust like Faust
Ignore Marcel Proust
Cower before the Ivory Tower
Odd bod elite’s law
Tweets of Sod and God
No Enlightening
Repeats the prism
Or algorithm beats
Every criticism schism
“Ism”..a frightening..lightning rod
Pot..black..kettle knack
Debauched cheats pedal to the metal
Out of whack flak attack
Unsettle our mettle
Plot to settle that score
Scorched and torched serfs
Any petal in fine fettle
& the earth's core
Tandoori or Tangerine Tan?
Mister rich lister Blister
Sinister Mandarin Minister
Sin..Spin & Chagrin Talisman
Jaundice scrotum prejudice totem
Prime time Pantomime
Podium pandemonium
Needs Imodium...clearly feeds Opprobrium
As this git dearly did his bit
No boom just bust
To ensure the sh*t really hit the fan
Just one more time!
TANGERINE PEAKS
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above tangerine peaks
the sun whispers soft—
clouds drift in shoals,
a dance of blue and grey hues,
a heady blush made by the sun.
Lost and floundering in an unwholesome fog,
time stood still as if in a freeze-framed mental log;
roiling clouds swirled and hovered beneath the sun,
tangerine streaks sketched on the horizon.
Amazing was this view, and it calmed my fear.
Watching in slow motion, all became so clear;
it was the scribbling of an angel child,
one whose imagination ran wild.
Melting heavenly crayons were streaked and blotched;
they began to take on depth as I stood and watched.
Oh, how they lit up the landscape so!
I love this child, don't want him to go!
Simplicity's wonder all aglow in style,
I think I shall stay here and just watch for a while.
Perhaps there's a lesson here for me,
if I open my eyes to beauty.
"A spoonful of fantasy is often the best medicine for reality." - Poet
Somedays I'm a pale apple wishing to be a tangerine.
Fantasy focused fulfillment fondles contentment dreams.
Enthrall me free amid emerald enthused energy,
wrapped snug-complete in scented sachet sheets -
let gleaming threads golden-gloss this glorious bed.
May lyrical lilacs air link, lift and softly dance while
harmony twists and peace dips to dazzle me.
I shiver, smile and sigh sensing the sheen of sky -
an ebony-onyx symphony sympathizing with me
and the ground, a gushing-grass generous scene.
Somedays I'm a pale apple wishing to be a tangerine.
This poem is not a contest entry
It’s easy to see why
No romance, flowers, adorable pets
or tangerine skies...
No clever quips or double-takes
My funny-bone breaks when they up the stakes
It’s just a poem with a simple message
Stay away from politicians and snakes
Pumpkin pie pumpkin spice
Under black stars or blue skies
Melting mouths in cheesecake
Patches in the south where we play
Kisses from your tangerine tongue
In the pumpkin patch where sun
Neon glows like holy soul
Every night after I've eaten my tea,
I treat myself to a little tangerine,
I eat the fruit and keep the seeds,
and save a plot from the weeds,
I peel, I soak, I sow, I joke,
that this time, I'll grow a grove,
the kind where lovers toil,
and brothers' bloods boil,
where he could finally propose,
or where your mate Mickey broke his nose,
the kind where the memories of my grove,
outlive the land where it'll grow,
but for now if you'll excuse me please,
I'm off to eat another tangerine.
A yellowish orange color
It's like gold
That sparkles in the rain.
Remember when we walked to school?
Remember when we thought we were cool?
We were good friends in those years
Our laughter overcame any fears
We were young, we were pure
We were safe, we were sure
Nothing could hurt us
No one there to alert us
We thought it funny at first
But our bubble soon burst
When he drove up beside us
Offered to ride us . . .
Home in his tangerine Chevy.
Written: Apri 26, 2024 For Joseph May Contest
2. Tangerine sunsets composing chrysanthemum hymns
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Immersed in the saffron hues of twilight,
I roar out in gloom unsure what to write.
A colorful drape and tangerine light,
With nook of day and serenade of night.
As the wind blusters chrysanthemums swing,
Stems capture the final ray of the wing.
A hallelujah chant fulfills the sky,
Hibiscus awe, soothing hues fade away.
Wisteria warmth waits as leading hint,
Clad in the melody of the song, splint.
Amid whirling dragonflies, stars impede,
Junction of neat pearls in ivory bead.
Bathed in orange dawn crafted poet light,
Chrysanthemums bloom and lyrics glow bright.
I love the end of the day,
when the sun wants to climb into bed.
The moon will be rising soon,
showing off it's big bright face.
The white clouds,
are turning a dark gray.
Some flying so high,
as if to say good-by.
I feel the cool night air,
as it arrives as a soft breeze.
This day is almost over,
as the sky brings out it's paints.
Tangerine sunsets composing,
chrysanthemum hymns.
The sky colors match my flowers,
listen the garden will start to hum.
Look the first diamond star,
turn around to see more.
The black velvet night,
with dancing stars as far as one can see.
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