Must be a chained by now
He said of dancing
She need money he needed money
They called them the pretty people
Care for thoseß who separates and
Culles those of him
That they may regenerates
Due to the conditions of there
Coupling.
Smile sunshine!
The complications of togetherness.
Smile as there are wise
Smile as there are bothered
Smile as ye are be withered
Such coupling seeks warrant of
Togetherness
And ye are happy
Oh ye thyme minds be troubled
That the speaks ye as thyn
For ye to to trouble as thee
Are there's
Might all be wicked
Might all be unsacred
As those who are
Wicked are exposehevwho are wicked
He who nearest thyn voice
Might he be wicked
Not me me!
So sayerh thyn who are
Might others then be
Thyst might those
Of thyn be exposed
Speakers
The Bytch of troubled
That's What gettyth
Donald Trump’s on trial - the first of many.
It’s a cold feeling, being judged
- with your future held in the balance
(Ok, that sounded SO much like college life).
We all hope for greatness, I believe.
As kids, we see ourselves winning Wimbledon,
or standing on the gold medal podium at the olympics.
Donald Trump was a controversial president
I think that’s fair to say - some saw greatness,
others - not so much - but I think Mr. Trump
has what it takes to be a great prisoner.
First, he’ll eat practically anything
and he’s used to both paying for sex
and working with criminals.
I think he’ll have greatness thrust upon him.
.
.
songs for this:
Secrets (Your Fire) by Magdalena
POSE by MICHELLE
Hi-Fidelity by Lava La Rue
Leave it on the Dance Floor by Hope Tala
She loved the fact that she
could use her beauty to
unleash her objectives and goales
upon men who wished to be freind
or kind to her. She flirted with my
wife and ignored me. I felt
uncomfortable.
She "Atta Bouised" my wife
right in front of me. I got fifth-wheel
by this Chic who didn't even recognize my
relationship to my own wife.
Strange and Unnatural
I felt frightened by her treatment of me
The role of the character she became
to make all in attendance wish him strange
that she was indeed strange and meddlesome.
Yet one could say that the two beautiful people
made the fellow the villan who they could say was
strange. Sungsleezer Dancer is a Villanious
a creepy unkind woman.
" Forro, Foorro they dance
together, smiling to kiss
from there warm embrace.
Forro, Forro , Forro,
she must not see me
Here I am
so in love am I
Forro, Forro
she and I are
together
she takes the attention
by acting strange
Reco-Reco
The bedrock of war is the ego of greed.
When flocks of takers swoop down on the meek.
Savage hearted beings are born every second.
Leading their flock to the twin summits of... hopelessness and death.
The masses are groomed to silence.
Too frightened to march or to speak.
Praying for a dormant messiah.
To pluck the light from the dark of the devilish deep.
Powdered men are nothing but harlots for power and control.
Air-kissing the cheek-then go for the throat.
Sipping the blood of the last honest soul.
....an endless cycle of
sipping blood
and
loving destruction
loving destruction
and
Sipping blood...
Soulless hordes savaging all that is cherished.
And all that is loved.
Lonely broken hearts, in stride
Lady Montague ---
She drank to life awaiting death
in runs Majesty's breath
never speaking of where she's been
Hamlet fed up leaves the scene,
as Captain Black bends his knee
for the Queen who embraces Mr.
Beam in Marches ferociously
little Putin -- bombing everyone.
Lenin looks up as a flock o' geese
inspecting the sun and screams,
"Russia's end so soon!"
Spider Man sinks his silk
upon the violent stupid tongue
arising from the ground says
invisible man,
"who tried butting me while I went
down upon wonder woman!"
Humanity's self-demise!
:: 04.12.2022 ::
Caterwauling I had never heard
From brown bowels of the wizard’s herd.
Turned black Satan bat into a nerd.
Enchanted witch asked for a word.
I was being chased by freakish whores.
Pure mischief oozed out of my pores.
I pounded on my grandmother’s doors,
She could not hear over her snores.
I frantically tried others’ door mats.
Whores transmogrified into cats.
I ran straight to Arizona flats.
But uh-oh Satan had more bats.
The caterwauling is here again.
I’m not sure which house it is in.
A door opens; I am pulled inside.
And sadly there’s no place to hide.
Let me introduce
David Dennison - wealthy,
dirty-minded man.
Credit card in hand
and his pornographic plans,
for sex on demand.
Little girls attract
him - his daughter's body
teases and distracts him.
Of course Jeff Epstein
knew the way of it - the pay
& get away with it.
David’s lawyers
smoothed the way - and he’s the
President today.
*David Dennison is Donald Trump's alias in non-disclosure agreements with prostitutes*
I Tank Yer
I tank yer fer da guitar ’an an empty bottle o’ booze,
‘An I tank yer fer hav’n run out on me ‘an ma.
I tank yer fer run’n real fa,
‘An I tank yer fer giv’n us nutt’n to loose.
I tank yer fer ruin’n my life thru ‘an thru,
‘An tank yer fer makn’ me fight many a folk.
I tank yer fer makn’ my life a run’n joke,
‘An I tank yer fer nam’n me Sue.
I tank Johnny Cash for his dang song and fer mak'n my dad too dang dumb ‘an too wrong.
I tank all the bars,
‘An all the whisky, ‘an all the ha’ars.
‘An I tank that this poem is too dang long.
Good night!
by, Martin Braun
11/29/2018
Around the world people will find
Life is best where people are kind
Find a kind way
You can say, "Neigh"
Horse sense thrives in a stable mind!
The pessimist argued that all women are whores,
He spoke with a tear, with a unconcealed pain.
The optimist listen to him with a hidden fain,
He rubbed his hands with a wish to explore!
The Whores of La Rive Gauche
To talk of love, in such a time as now
is letting loose the devil in his day
for what is love is what life will allow
in search of feeling good in any way;
in sweet temptation of the heart and mind
we jump into what love has come to mean
then wrap our lives in what there is to find
and swear that it's the best there's ever been;
too late, discovery makes our hearts to see
we've let our beds to whores who want to stay,
and love, the joke, has layed so casually
where we have slept the night, and thru the day;
it's easy to be here in loves embrace
and so we never look love in the face.
© ron wilson
aka Vee Bdosa the Doylestown Poet
Cleanliness and Whores
The ship was old once it had been a big ship now it was small
it had been overtaking by time, its shower system had sea water
which was nice enough to cool off when it was hot.
After having a shower, you needed a bucket of fresh water to rinse
the salt away if not you would scratch all night have irritated skin
For month we did not have a proper wash when our ship docked in
Bremerhaven for repairs and we got fresh water found I had
an extra pair of socks I didn’t know about
it was wonderful having a hot shower I stayed under it til someone
complained I was using all the warm water, even today the sense
of cleanliness makes me shudder with delight.
Whatever I had done in my youth the night before it helped
to have a shower and wash the sin away the smell of “life buoy.”
the only soap we knew about, made the difference the whores
loved it they knew you were clean seamen
Love me,
want me,
read my songs,
if not for words I don't belong.
I've opened up stretched my soul flat,
poem whores are sure of that.
Give me,
feed me,
wanting more,
searching out for whats in store.
Innocent with guilt for lore,
judgement on the poem whores.
Sarajevo - WHORES OF BABYLON
To talk of love, in such a time as now
is letting loose the devil in his day
for what is love is what life will allow
in search of feeling good in any way;
in sweet temptation of the heart and mind
they jump into what love has come to mean
then wrap theirr lives in what there is to find
and Sarajevo feels what's never seen.
Too late, discovery makes all hearts to see
They've let their beds to whores who want to stay,
and love, the joke, has layed so casually
where they have slept the night, and thru the day;
it's easy to be there in loves embrace
and so they never look love in the face.
© Ron Wilson aka vee bdosa the doylestown poet
THE WHORES OF La Rive Gauche
To talk of love, in such a time as now
is letting loose the devil in his day
for what is love is what life will allow
in search of feeling good in any way;
in sweet temptation of the heart and mind
we jump into what love has come to mean
then wrap our lives in what there is to find
and swear that it's the best there's ever been;
too late, discovery makes our hearts to see
we've let our beds to whores who want to stay,
and love, the joke, has layed so casually
where we have slept the night, and thru the day;
it's easy to be here in loves embrace
and so we never look love in the face.
© ron wilson arbuthnot
aka Vee Bdosa the Doylestown Poet
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