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Verlecia F Nov 2024
a stalking, we will go
a stalking, we will go

Hi **, the scenario
the stalking, we will go

the spying, we will go
the spying, we will go

Hi **, the scenario
the spying, we will go

Hi **, don't you know
this song is made for, lost weirdos
hi **, screaming, we will go

a screaming, we will go
a screaming, we will go

Hi **, the scenario
let's, all run for the door
Run for the door
run for the door

Hi **, the scenario
lets run for the door

and Now
all sing
a stalking we will go
Hi **, the scenario
lets all run for the door
aka: lyricvixen
by: Verlecia f.
with https://www.rhymezone.com/  it seem i have  stalking from all genders/races and disability. 10/28/2024 so i wrote a rap
Hebert Logerie Nov 2024
A human being needs to be educated
In order to make the world a better place
An uneducated politician or bully is a serious menace
To our vulnerable society. Ignorance is deeply rooted
In racism, violence, greed, crimes, frauds, lies and deceits
Banning or ending the department of Education
Will cause irreparable harms to the Nation
Most convicted criminals have no advance degrees
Most recidivists and racists behave like animals on the streets
Like wild tigers in the jungles, like sneaky foxes in the prairies
Most pathological liars are hardened criminals
A good or high-quality education can turn devils into angels
Choosing educated leaders are indeed paramount
Well-educated politicians are smart and benevolent
A brain needs the seeds of instruction and education
A tactless or illiterate mind can easily desolate a great Nation.

Copyright © October 2024, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of numerous collections of poetry.
Zywa Nov 2024
If only you could

take hold of the world and shake --


the whole into place...
Novel "Requiem voor een vriend" ("Requiem for a friend", 2002, Han Voskuil), chapter 1961-1964, January 15th, 1961 - The Hague, letter from Jan Bruggeman ('Breugelman')

Collection "Not too bad"
VeinsOfInk Oct 2024
It all started with a musician,
He said he had a big ambition.

So we just let him play,
As he did, night and day.

The people began to join,
But no one gave him a coin.

He was mad and looked away,
But still, he wanted to play.

He tried out a new song;
Suddenly, people danced along.

They danced and danced,
He played and played,
Fully entranced,
With him they stayed.

Soon the entire town was there;
You could hear some muscles tear.

It went on for so long,
He stood there laughing really strong.

The people started to collapse,
They should have spared a coin, perhaps.
Would love any Feedback
Maria Etre Oct 2024
What ***** is that
poets don't ghost
because they
can't
un-write
Maria Etre Oct 2024
Maybe this war
is teaching
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TR3F1LD Jul 2020
you'd be PUT INto confinement
in a lunatic asylum
for posting a pic. some view as being spiteful
[for some info, check the notes]
doing what Navalny
does, you'd pick up a fine in
the sum of a few tens of mills of rubles &, aside from
that, your bank account would wind up frozen
[not to mention later things happened to him]
that's that nutless power-overdosed fiend
being put out sim. to a bone when
you fell down during drunk strolling
better to block up your front door with
something, 'cause for some content getting posted
you'd get it chainsawed by ******* special forces
in the dead of night; after the unwanted guests have stormed in
you'd get toppled to the floor, then
you'd be submitted to beating
the whole picture's having your little kids screaming
then some of your stuff becomes forfeit
later, it turns out you're not the right person
they've left with your property stolen
that's the rotten syst. working
autocracy's growing
US Eng

The picture's Russian-language caption translates as
"get an axe, meet mountain guests".
People of the Caucasus - that's what thought those lead the case and taken the posted picture as offensive.
Moreover, the picture was posted by tens of other users, but those lead the case don't care about that fact.

The source (a Russian language article): echo.msk.ru/blog/atanor/1166002-echo
Emery Feine Oct 2024
do you hear the sizzle of my lungs
as they slowly burn to ashes?
my head is an anchor, weighing down
bringing me to the floor
i cannot breathe
i am aching
the doctor said i was fine
but the moment i left
and breathed in the poisonous fresh air
i wheezed
i could not breathe
my lungs were on fire
some people pretend im fine
but i see it in their eyes
how they’re pretending
some people avoid me
as to not get sick
to save their freezing lungs
the fire is spreading throughout my body
my face is red
my throat is burning
im fading out
my lungs are on fire
i cannot breathe.
this is my 130th poem, written on 10/28/24.
Verlecia F Oct 2024
First: it about Morning and  still dark

second : There was a man hiding behind a  telephone pole drinking coffee
and across the street on the corn of the church

now this at the mobile pantry

3rd  A lady in all black, covered from head to toe
comes and stands right next to me
i did not want to be rude
so i just was nice
and stay sitting in the  chair
i brought with me


then man starts taking pictures with
his phone like
i was there with this lady and four boys

i am thinking
there trying to set me up

so no will help me ?

am I just being paranoid?

Saturday 10/26/2024
i do not know this lady it a SET-Up
it is a set-up . i do not know her or anybody!
am I just being paranoid


i would never , be her friend
because she didn't speak English?
“Birds of a feather flock together”
and we are not the same! ©
This very real and true!
Robert Ippaso Oct 2024
If in the basket of deplorables must I be,
To quote a term most used by sweetest Hilary,
Then let me state this best I can,
I'm voting for our country, not the man.

A country where race and gender aren't the bait,
But where everyone is open to debate,
United by a sense of common pride
Holding back divisions’ surging tide.

Where knowledge of our strength is used for good,
And our intent for peace is not misunderstood;
Making clear to tyrants our firm resolve,
So that by dialogue not war may they
squabbles solve.

A nation where our people are first in line
And not succumb to disadvantages or imported crime,
From open borders with illegals pouring through,
With misguided politicians caring more for them than you.

Where doctrine is replaced by common sense,
From the fringes seeking dominance hell-bent.
Boys competing fully in girls sport,
No reasoned thought for when children to abort.

Politicians’ vanity projects not worth
Squandering our money with intent and
unrequited mirth;
While millions live in poverty and need,
Ignored by legislators craving fame and intellectual greed.

I want our leaders to respect our flag,
And not applaud when to the ground protestors stomp and drag;
And for why, but to score a series of cheap shots,
Empowering radicals to ferment those never ending plots.

So yes, my vote goes to just my country,
And if a name must I choose, I say this humbly,
My selection won't be for one that's woke,
Or that will seek to send our country broke.

Politicians convince themselves they're special,
They are in fact a wallowing empty vessel,
Using their guile and mimic to impress,
When truth be told, they almost invariably depress.
To make us think
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