The trolling of the iron bell
brought the pair together
in sickness and in health
through all kinds of weather
he a macho manly male
anticipating his marital right
she a timorous maiden frail
awaiting her wedding night
no more lingering at the church
or languishing left in the lurch
no more cake or champagne
someone left it out in the rain
and that which is to come
he acceding to her every plea
she submitting to his every wish
a happy couple for all the world to see
Do you think you can win?
Do you even think you can contend?
When the tempestuous trolls come out to play...
1, 2, 3 to infinity with the vitriol they spew your way
These keyboard assassins will peck you into oblivion.
So, why bother? They know neither where you're going nor where you've been
They scroll incessantly in search of their next victim
It doesn't matter what the pronoun is: her, him, they, or them
The exorbitant amount of shade that's thrown while you bask in the sun.
Shade! So much shade that's meant to dim your light in your season
So, jumping into the ring for an online battle is futile
Because online hits come from all angles and the blows can be brutal
A prudent man knows to stay clear of this ring
He knows it is a place where many revel in sordid, tittle-tattle, and mindless things
So why enter a ring where it's impossible to win?
It shouldn't even be a second thought because you can't even contend.
When you were paid to recite a script,
do it well, but don't overdo what you were paid to do.
When you hate someone for a pay, just do it,
but don't take it too seriously.
Remember, there were others who came before you
and there are others who will come after you.
Don't do their job at once,
leave something for them to do.
Bad things they tell you may not be true,
find time to know the real truth.
But most of all, find a real job
Where you don't need to put down someone for a pay.
January 5, 2024, PST, BC
The battle continues for the very soul,
Among the PGA golfing elite.
Causing many to once again question,
'Just how much is enough' to compete?
The knife creating this divide, is of
Course, the almighty buck.
Where we're not talking about a minimal
Wage; but amounts that need a Brink's truck.
With surgical precision the scalpel has
Severed, both friendships & associations alike.
Creating voids that appear like a vacuum,
Swallowing debris from a leaking dyke.
This greed goes beyond one's compensation,
Because these amounts will care for generations to come.
All it takes is a compromise with integrity,
While you LIV with luxury, albeit numb.
The idea I’d been trolling for
was hooked just short of the shore.
As soon as I could see
the grey beast from the deep
just beneath the last line
of the breaking surf,
the thing broke free
along a different ledge of thought.
Too little lip I’d caught.
O I had plenty of words--
curses, epithets, adjectives, verbs--
both for myself and the grey shape
gone back to the dark sea,
leaving me unbalanced
with no upright tug on the line.
I’d been tied to thought’s pull,
then flaked from the wall
like the cheapest paint.
I know that too much lip defines
a dictator posed in profile
on a Roman balcony;
but too little lip left me short
of dancing in the sun
with the coveted catch held up
from the dark womb of thought,
an alive and wriggling thing
pendant from
an invisible string
Here is a public service warning:
Don’t go cyber strolling after dark!
Reliable sources say
there’s a lot of trolls lurking in the digital park
Anti-social beasts
who don’t have a real life
So they go virtual to release their latent anger,
often late at night
They mass communicate
with the purpose to intimidate or obfuscate
Their favorite activity is trolling,
hateful cat fishing gets their juices flowing
Personal data streams
is where they like to dip their malware toes in
Trolling with every unsavory unfriend
Ain’t nothing ever sociable about their calls,
they only got weird, irksome point of views
Cyber dating a troll is always bad news
When the only life you’re living
is inside a virtual world
And the base obsession you’re giving
is to an avatar girl
Then you’re a lonely troll
lurking underneath the terabyte bridge
Hiding in the deep end of the cyber watering hole,
hoping to catch a chatty guppy unaware
Trolls dwell in the dark net ... user beware!
I'm floatin in a boat,
in the middle of the sea,
and I've got my trusty fishing rod with me.
I'm trolling for love,
sweet, soft and demure,
so I cast our my line,
and my heart is the lure.
come on precious mermaid,
come hither sweet girl,
hop into my boat,
and lets give it a whirl,
with our wing tips igniting,
and our eyes brightly glowing,
deep passion pulsating,
sweet liquid love flowing.
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