‘The world is upside down’
‘It’s topsy-turvy’
‘Things will never be the same again’
Lines heard everywhere we turn
Is it really so?
Are their proponents in the know?
Or do they loutish parrot
what on screens we stare at?
Block out the vitriolic noise
Knead the contours of your heart
Soothe and smooth your mind, from the mundane depart
Alive once again ~ for life is art
I stand overwhelmed
By the freshness
of the morning dew
Which surpasses
The fragrance of lavender
Of morning roses.
The screaming winds
A fortiori
The raised curtains
Walls without roofs
‘Entrez’ pandemonium?
‘Je suis levre au regard’
Parabolique trajectoire
The missing golden thread
The shooting star hurtles through the sky
Footpaths to nowhere
Who can toe this line ?
A real pity.
I stand overwhelmed
Ensconced at their wits’ end
Puissant proof of glory
Vitriolic outbursts of misdirected anger
I stand overwhelmed.
Bucolic frolic or supersonic & demonic
Alcoholic demands in the stands vitriolic
Iconic rollick or quite simply HEADonic
England so shambolic at fans’ behest
So chronic plans for a Baz Ball inquest
Ironic still curious why the rest are furious
Spurious contest they know which way’s best
Histrionic tease they jest please don’t be a pest
Scorn who’ve worn the Lions crest on their chest
Suggest fire’s the ire…ferocity of pomposity detest
Tire of dire quagmire but we’re blessed with a zest fest
Everyone complains about the vain inane campaigns
Disdain of the stain of their refrain just won’t restrain
Pain again explain is plain what does pertain to a Test
Ashes conquest no longer a contest our own Everest
We frown they clown around go to town double down
How very dare you review from your pew not impressed
We guessed they quickly confessed only one way remains
We’re profane..they’re insane our hopes down the drains
They insult with this cult as Baz Ball without Brains reigns.
I see in your glaring eyes wide open,
you’ve an inferno of anger burning within.
The tongue splutters words of the vitriolic mind
like the acid rain showering spite.
Your sane senses scorched by the wild fire
turn into ember ashes of malice.
Even then I don’t abandon you
in the simmering cauldron of hatred,
nor do I try to blaze you in return
with the flame of vengeance,
for I know you can’t spew wrath in my soul,
and fire can’t douse another fire.
I inundate you instead in forgiveness,
flowing as the fountain of benevolence.
The spout of affable elements drenches you,
extinguish the fire of disdain.
As you rise from the ashes of composure,
I see you in the shadow of repentance.
I pray to God to give me the strength of mind
and the wisdom of compassionate senses,
to endure the deliberate wrong doing,
so, the spurt of divine forgiveness,
emanating from the fountain of my benign soul,
I can bestow to those pledging sincere penitence.
Hyperbole hubris
Venal penal
Avarice abyss
Bucolic tonic?
Ironic…sardonic
Or
Vitriolic bliss mate!
Mendacious salacious
Algorithm schism
Audacious outrageous
Vicarious or nefarious
Whatever geography
Clever hagiography
Moderate.. no berate
Generate..venerate hate
Casting various sordid spells
Schadenfreude morbid void
Everlasting..well..it sells well (swell)
But
Despotism urges Nepotism
Surges of Plutocracy
Merges with scourges of Kleptocracy
Purges meritocracy...dirges of Democracy
So
Resist narcissists trysts
Reminisces.. enlighten..persists
Sagacious benevolent gracious times
Redolent without malicious vicious
Murky mucky malevolent mists
Did the first creature to crawl
out of the proverbial, primal primordial,
onto the sand,
feel like a fish out of water,
out of its depth,
when high and dry on land?
With no wish to carp or cock a snook
I won't leave you in the lurch
but oh my cod take a look
what a plaice to perch
as just for the halibut
putting seahorses out to paddock
is enough to give one
a severely bad haddock
so no red herring I don't flounder around
take a peeled eel flake of baked hake
plus a pinch of pickled pilchard
and an ichthyic sandwich make
but if my words are vitriolic
you may grunt and kiss my bass
as it's all a load of pollock(s)
What foul wind has blown them shut
Let shadowed fingers seize a heart
Silence the drumming beat of truth
Closed the doors betwixt age and youth
How has the acrid stench of doubt
Cauterized once open minds
Denying all but what they fear
Rebut with silence all they hear
Then tout with words of dueling gods
The evils of each others words
Unleashing with vitriolic breath
A love of life now steeped in death
The Wizards world a dream uncertain
Controlled by those behind the curtain
watered down soup has lost its flavor ~ the broth is not one to savor
it's over peppered and there's too much garlic ~ sometimes vitriolic
nothing wrong with a little pinch of salt ~ but don't use words to assault
those who post AI should be put in detention ~ maybe suspension
don't ladle me a bowl of soup ~ if it's been tainted, and that's the scoop
It is a Flame so brilliant I dare not grow close
But still, I fear it may Burn me
So I Smother it. I throw upon it layers of hatred, isolation, vitriolic disgust. I Curse its name to anyone who will listen and I Curse even louder to the ones that don't. I Douse the Flame with wave after wave, watching in glee as it its glow diminishes.
The Flame is Gone, and I have killed it, and I feel no remorse, no shame, no regret.
The Flame is Gone and I have killed it, and I'll continue to kill whatever spark comes next.
hail Andramelech
ominous overseer ~
hefty cover charge
seductive sinning
alluring Asmodeus ~
raunchy romantic
black Beelzebub
infamous instigator ~
a fly incarnate
unholy Vetis
devious rhymer of speech ~
master manipulator
treacherous tempter
seditious sadist Satan ~
seducer of souls
wicked Abbadon
the angel of the abyss ~
annihilator
malevolent motives
sanguinary sacrifice ~
Moloch demands youth
vile vitriolic
conglomerate essences ~
demonic Legion
mythic Cerberus
guardian of the River ~
no soul survivor
demagoguery
tiptoeing on burnt brimstone ~
pandemonium
Downright nasty
abrasive was she
Hostile to friends
vitriolic to enemies
Raised on the streets
she learned their dark ways
Focus on your target
and set it ablaze
Who knew underneath
was a little girl crying
Scared-to-death of the life
she devoted to dying
When I wrote a poetry with superb rhymes in a site,
One fellow poet spit on me vitriolic words angrily,
He was hating my way of rhyming as utter nonsense,
I answered him by using blank verse to justify my act,
Immediately the owner of the site sent me his remarks,
By observing that my blank verse was excellent to read
And the poet who cursed me lauded my great efforts
And requested me to write in that superlative manner,
But, I remembered the words of a 99 year old poet,
"Please carry on to follow your way of writing poetry.
Never give up your originality even a bit my friend,
Others may upset you in all possible ways to change,
But, only your originality will give you great laurels"
He was the friend of Kalam, India's former President!
Vitriolic stances generate vicious marks.
Sweltering, an irritating swamp of sadness.
The bold spirit is infused with pitiful dark.
Levied by cruel words exuding madness.
Each genius suffers fools that ruin their harks.
Parades of enormous egos in the sky.
Thinking, they are clever in their eyes.
If you follow the fool, you will run dry.
This sense of pride links the beat to the rise.
The patient’s head horn was extremely high.
If you seek fame, they shun the white feathers.
Going by water and fire pulls you near.
Stiff work is vital for raising bright ethers.
Each step takes us closer, great or mere.
Bear you via a mirror and dispel your pressure.
Written: October 10, 2022
EMBRACE the things I hate. Let go of these disturbing issues
and find a way to relate! I am a lost soul.
RESET, turn back time and wrestle through this bad karma of mine
reinvent me and be a...
GOOD INFLUENCE on the grandchildren, their husbands, and wives
and teach them about heroes in our lives.
SWITCH OFF hate radio! Since The Fairness Act left the
scene—It’s no longer entertainment—It’s vitriolic and obscene.
ACCEPTENCE is key. Without love it's empty insanity,
I want to be whole.
most of the time she’s animated,
hands and arms flailing
talking constantly and loudly
maybe a little paranoid
“everyone’s out to get me”
she will explode
with little provocation
but that day,
that day she was quiet
no one questioned why
it was as though everyone
was relieved the noise
and drama had subsided
she sat, staring, calm
normal for most people
but it wasn’t normal
where’s the wide eyes
where’s the panic
vitriolic attacks
she seemed at peace
like she found the answer
no one saw her leave
no one saw her again
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