Everything changes; life rearranges
The way that, for years, things would be.
We go with the flow, for what we used to know
Is no longer the world we can see.
It isn’t just age, for when people engage
With each other, the way that they act
Seems more crude and imbued with a mean attitude
That is lacking in manners and tact.
Such negative views, like I read in the news,
Filters down from the leader in charge
And the toadies, like sheep, scared of making a peep,
Think their boot-licking helps them loom large.
While we wait and debate, all this free-floating hate
Forms a coating that makes us all numb.
Though I won’t be around, maybe hope will abound
In the years and elections to come.
Categories:
toadies, america, change,
Form: Rhyme
I’m tired of the newspaper,
Defeated and ashamed,
For story after story features
He-who-can’t-be-named.
But even worse, the toadies
Who bow down and kiss his toes
Are gloating with their power
Which nobody will oppose.
We’re headed for disaster
Yet it’s difficult to care
Because the news assures us
That, already, we are there.
Our nation once was mighty,
Opportunity did shine,
But that’s the case no longer
Since nobody has a spine.
Categories:
toadies, america,
Form: Rhyme
Midst anger fester the fox's concerns
infecting every breathing room
with pique and plaint in brilliance painted
ensconced in virtue, truth untainted
Whilst swirls the mud, a sewer's worth
from which a sample oozes forth
to tempt the toadies of our times
who lip and tongue their fonts of rhyme
Unity's preached midst raw dissension
clarity abuts miscomprehension
Categories:
toadies, allegory, anger, hyperbole, satire,
Form: Couplet
Those with time to the brink are on the irk.
Sincere toadies do not cast magic shirk.
People who have also been hugely hurt.
People tranced with the act of a flirt.
Firmly, it isn't the genial people who I denied.
They're apt as crucial as the things they hide.
This dreadful wrath has taken over my heart.
If I grasp them, chew the cud; my hair grows a dart.
You appreciate them, yet they overlook you.
It's tuff to fathom folks who love but fade too.
People who beget anguish and sadness.
People who say they care but flee in darkness.
I deplore slugging, furious, proud, and slander people.
People fear honesty; therefore, I sprawl the treacle.
Written: January 08, 2022
King-Size Bull Crap Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Charles Messina
Categories:
toadies, analogy, anti bullying, anxiety,
Form: Rhyme
Webbed lip toadies,
their tongues do do stink of lies
As they leapfrog from excrement places
that do do attract flies
Brown tongue toadies,
their sticky web of dysentery deceit
stinks of foul breath duplicity
For they do do double dip in
toilet ponds of diaphragm dishonesty
Croak manure truth be 100-proof landfill speech
Categories:
toadies, imagery, parody, perspective, truth,
Form: Burlesque
The league of toadies
Abound
Proffering info to all
Kind
Of revenue streams
Cloaked in a meme
Of free
Domination
Press
Where you want
The pressure
REBUKE
Exploitation
That divides a nation
With white lies
On a dark net
Categories:
toadies, political,
Form: Acrostic
Backdoor sound byte diarrhea hurls
Sticky tongue bowel overflow
Little green froggies say the Apollo man from Mars
ain’t gonna fighter plane land
in a nuclear day or so
Sphincter hole toilet bowl saliva swirls
got an oven baked brownie glow
Little kyrptonite toadies say the Venus-born superwoman
wanna lead Pilate the flyby band,
be a peace hawk sis bro’
Such lyrical lying done on a mythical scale ...
it reeks of,
you don’t wanna know
Lying kings and queens —
Roaring eagles of the blue sky
are on a soaring, white cloud predator prowl
Flying below the radar;
dropping constipated truth bombs,
which nay palm skin burn
with strategic flush, royal greed accuracy
Lying low bow silo, with uranium stealth arrows,
in the waste land dead zone
Noxious fear vapors on a vulture mushroom blow
Fiery serpent wing plume shadows
give more territory to own
Much lying done on a global kill scale ...
it reeks of death,
and you don’t wanna know that smell
Extinction level pyre inhale
W2 Three trust me,
you don’t ever wanna nostril feel
that rotting, bone ash exhale
Categories:
toadies, dark, death, imagery, visionary,
Form: Elegy
Dangerous is presence of the feeling
called Power
The notorious fist that clenched the
sun
An abominable eye that bridled the
dark
The pride when blended with ego is
sour
And so dangerous is the presence of
the feeling called POWER
The gift of respect is wrapped with
fear
As the meagre mortal not accustom
to that touch
This simply classifies the Hut and
the tower
And so Dangerous is the presence of
the feeling called power!!
The dirt u dust beats the yellow
metal
Toadies besetting like the laughing
beasts
Affection denied, only lie left to
shower
And so Dangerous is the presence of
feeling called POWER
Categories:
toadies, addiction, analogy, anger, poetry,
Form: I do not know?
Don of Trivia Sir Floccinaucinihilipilification
Popped forty triangular antidepressants for annihilation
But Coagulable antibodies
Made his two Trypophobia toadies
To bounce the castle of Tuffrut in choreomaniac titillation
Categories:
toadies, fun, nonsense,
Form: Limerick
Dangerous is presence of the feeling
called Power!!
The notorious fist that clenched the
sun
An abominable eye that bridled the
dark
The pride when blended with ego is
sour
And so dangerous is the presence of
the feeling called POWER
The gift of respect is wrapped with
fear
As the meagre mortal not accustom
to that touch
This simply classifies the Hut and
the tower
And so Dangerous is the presence of
the feeling called power!!
The dirt u dust beats the yellow
metal
Toadies besetting like the laughing
beasts
Affection denied, only lie left to
shower
And so Dangerous is the presence of
feeling called POWER
Categories:
toadies, growing up
Form: Free verse
.
On the cyber-stallion
of military might,
against the backdrop
of missiles, a fearsome sight,
Commander-in-Chief,
malevolently looming,
stares at charred corpses,
then gazes around, smirking.
There, the wounded crawl and drag
their dead through debris;
yonder, ashes of home
and heart, maimed memory.
The old, the children,
they may be blasted away
as burnt offerings
on the altar of peace, he'd say.
Hark the chanting of his
lackeys, dogs and toadies:
"Hail, the Commander-in-Chief,
brave champion of peace!"
That lion lionized by those
with envy and fear,
wish he were this drunk
lizard drowning in my beer !
.
Categories:
toadies, political
Form: Tail-rhyme
Astride his cyber-stallion of hi-tech military might,
against the backdrop of missile silos, he's a fearsome sight,
the Commander-in-Chief, so huge, malevolently looming,
smirking at seared carcasses, grinning and preening
as the wounded crawl and drag their corpses through debris,
embers and ashes of home and heart, maimed memory;
the old, the children, if he says so, must be blasted away,
as bloody burnt offerings on the altar of peace, he'd say.
"Hail, the Commander-in-Chief! brave champion of peace!"
nervously chant his lackeys, clowns, toadies and cronies;
a power-dazed lion lionized by those trembling with fear,
how I wish, he were this drunk lizard drowning in my beer!
Categories:
toadies, peace, people, social,
Form: Rhyme
Astride his cyber-stallion of awesome
hi-tech military might,
Against the backdrop of missile silos,
a fearsome sight,
The Commander-in-Chief, huge,
malevolently looming,
Smirks at the seared carcasses,
moves about, preening.
As the wounded crawl and drag
their corpses through debris,
Embers and ashes of home and
heart, maimed memory,
The old, the children, if he says
so, must be blasted away,
Mere bloody burnt offerings on
the altar of peace, he'd say.
"Hail, the Commander-in-Chief,
brave champion of peace!"
Nervously chant his lackeys,
goons, dogs and toadies,
A power-dazed lion so lionized
by the envious with fear,
How I wish he were this drunken
lizard drowning in my beer !
Categories:
toadies, death, life, people, sympathy,
Form: Tail-rhyme