ILLEGITIMI NON CARBORUNDUM
My poetry book
"Liberation From This Fraudulent Farce"
is now available from the website below -:)
Fingers crossed that it works .... lol -:)
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YOU Ignore the weeping wounded As they wallow in the mire
YOU Fear contamination Of your heart's desire
Kudos Respect Acceptance
YOUR Palatable poison of the day
Knock Knock Knock
"Have you seen my courage?" "Is it coming out to play?"
"Not today *Poet For your words are all but dead Maybe ... Next time Stick to your principles Instead of rolling over .... playing dead!"
"You have a voice Use it Stand tall Walk tall Walk proud Believe what YOU Believe in
Not the needs of this faux crowd!
"I thought you were a Warrior A God amongst mere men But ... When the push Came to The shove
Divorced yourself from Zen
"So here is my dilemma The knot tight inside my soul Was this just a one off? Or will YOU Always roll
Always roll on with the 'in crowd' Irrespective of the THOUGHT Or will
Stand by .... what you believe in? Stand by .... what you've been taught?"
"Fakes & Phonies Two a penny Cut no ice with me But ... For the record I will state My name is MARIE-LOUISE Bathsheba was just a bit of fun It held me in good stead But now ... I feel the time is right To lie her down to bed"
"And as I lay her down to sleep Silently close the door I know she was a lot of things
But never a poet *****!
She always held her principles In highest of esteem She was an individual But still part of the team Can you my friend Say the same With your hand held on your heart Or will
Stick your head in the sand then try to pass it of as
Dedicated to the countless fakes and phonies on Hello Poetry
You make me ***** with your pathetic and puerile *******
Perusing poet’s pandemic prose A question in my mind arose Angst aside what have they got Ill tell you friend It’s not a lot Excuses for the lives they lead Plant the idea Nurture the seed
Willing victims succumb to their charm Understandingly Unerringly Blind to the harm The harm of a contrived reality Dressed up as spirituality Pretence of a world that doesn’t exist Sensibility shrouded in gullible mist
Hurt worn as a badge of pride Careful it’s not misapplied Lest they see your Jekyll and Hyde Wary what’s put out in rhyme Slowly ******* you in One at a time
Once the carrot is gobbled up Once they drunkest from the cup No holds barred The game is on Universally singing the same old song
This life I lead has ****** me dry Left me often wondering why Life lived only on the edge Carefully honouring the kudos pledge Passion intense is Their line of defence Bruised and battered Tattered and torn Eternally waiting for life to return
So…Readers beware of the poets lure Their chosen words are not the cure This Forum is their new aged lair In shadows waiting to ensnare Whilst drowning in narcissistic despair
You’re a fragile soul With a fragile life And they will wield their pen Like a well butchered knife
So please… do not believe that you are The One You are merely a chapter in a story that’s already begun
Be very careful of all fakes and fraudsters who operate on Poetry Sites !!!
If you need to be the object of manly gratification If you have no interest in the freedom or the liberation Then your life will now be governed by the exploitation A vessel pure and simple for man’s *******
As you can see I have been coerced into presenting this eulogy to you on behalf of the family because quite frankly nobody else was prepared to do it!
It is impossible to mourn the man that you were as everyone in this church will bear witness to.
So after careful consideration, I have decided to mourn the man that you should have been.
The husband that you should have been to your wife.
The father that you should have been for your children.
The man that you should have been to the world in which we live.
YOU failed on all three points.
How does that feel Father?
Not too good eh?
Well … That pleases me …. Yes …. Pleases me.
Look around you …. Look at the fruit of your ***** …. Open your ******* eyes.
What do you feel?
What do you feel when you look at us?
When you look at us …. Sat here in God’s waiting room …. In our Sunday Best and all.
Stuck for words eh Father?
What’s that ….
Well well well …. If a little bit of reality …. Isn’t finally seeping through.
It’s a start ….. I suppose!
Let’s start with your wife.
Yes, that’s her …. The one with the look of an animal just released from captivity.
OOOOH ….. She is going to have some fun …. Now that her captor is dead.
She could have had the look of a woman in mourning.
Why Father … Can I detect the merest hint of malice on her lips …. Hhmmm …. Interesting!
Are we just the teeniest weeniest bit concerned now that she has been unleashed?
She could have drawn comfort from the love of her children.
If only things had been different.
We would have cared for her.
Soothed her troubled soul.
Kept her safe within the warmth of the family.
But alas …. There was never any ******* warmth ….. Was there Father?
So do you know what …..
When she is caught dancing ***** in the apple orchards whilst defecating on the delightful meadow daisies ….. I’ll be laughing my ******* head off as they cart her away to the nearest loony bin.
Did you really believe your pathetic suicide pact would be honoured?
You created her.
Made her what you thought that she should be.
So ….. Reap the ******* benefits Father.
Let’s look into the eyes of your children.
Oh ….. You see it too.
What a turn up eh?
Is it …..
Is it …..
Dare I say it?
Jesus ******* Christ.
Oozing out of the pores of each and every one.
And who ….. Prey tell ….. Are all these little ones?
Why …. They are your grandchildren.
But you never got to see them …. Did you Father?
They could have mourned your passing too?
But alas yet another generation denied.
By YOU! …
And your unhinged madness!
If only once you stopped yourself swimming against the tide and gone with the flow.
The fun that we all could have had.
Things could have been so different Father.
So different …..
Can you see how close your children are?
Off course you can’t.
Because YOU destroyed that too!
What exactly was wrong with us getting on?
Why did it cause such fear in you?
Why was there always pleasure in pain?
Pure evil you were Father!
And you can wipe away those ******* crocodile tears because they cut no ice with me Father.
CUT NO ICE!
I know what you are about.
I have your score.
YOU can never touch me.
I hold my own.
YOU needed to control and conquer in order to feel like a man.
To validate your own pointless existence.
Stop ******* crying.
You worthless *******.
We could have gone to the ….. Zoo!
We could have had …. Dinner!
We could have …. Holidayed!
We could have ….. Laughed!
We could have ….. Cried!
WE COULD HAVE BEEN ******* NORMAL !!!
You stone walled every opportunity.
Look closely at the world in which you lived.
Look carefully at the prison that you created.
No outside influences.
No one ever knocking at the door.
Except Mr James ….. PC plod …. Lived three doors down …. He hated YOU too!
You refused to even work.
Such was your level of jealousy.
She wasn’t ******* the:
She wasn’t ….
But you were ….. Remember eh Father.
Remember that gypsy girl that you took a fancy too.
You strutted around town, fit as a fiddle, but refused to leave your wife alone.
And you wondered why folk looked down their noses at us.
You were more than capable of working.
You were fitter than men twice your age.
Such was the level of your obsessive fitness regime.
Shame on you Father!
Shame on you!
So …. Now we come to close.
And in summing up, I would like to say ….
Father …. I will miss you so much …. You have been so important to me …. You have guided me …. throughout the toils and troubles of this here life …. Always there by my side ….. I love you dearly ….. but alas …. It would all be a lie …. One great big ******* lie! ….. The truth of the matter is this ….. I hope that you rot in **** ….. and hopefully that dumb mute ***** of a wife will follow shortly …. If it’s not locked up first !