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Everything I've touched has turned to gold, A feeling that never gets too worn or old, I savor every moment, every win, With my opponents stuck in their unsightly bin. The more they shout and flail their arms, The more my inner soul it calms, Their din is music to my ears, It gives me pep; it takes off years. My aims are clear, my skills well-honed, As to their mob, they seem half ****** Supporting goals that folks don't like, Wishing they would all just take a hike. I've only started, the road is long To fix our country, make it strong, Instill a sense of pride and worth, A gleaming beacon for this Earth. Some complain I act the King, With subjects kissing my eternal ring. Do I care, not in a word, But I do find the concept touchingly absurd. Kings don't have the power I do, Most don't even have the slightest thought or clue, I instead can say and act, Forgoing any nod to grace and tact. I get things done, stir up the *** Turn detractors’ faces crimson hot, Hire my friends, cull the wokes, With a flourish of the pen and practiced strokes. Next to Putin, now that's a blast To try and make a peace that lasts. Get it done with strength and charm, End this war, curtail the harm. Then who knows - that Gaza thing, What a headache with a sting. Two thousand years of pain and strife, Where constant bickering is rife. But if a deal is to be done I'm the go to, I’m the man. The Nobel thing will be my prize This will cut Obama down to size. And after that may you well ask, What shall be my next enticing task? Greenland’s there, Panama for sure, Forget the catch, it’s the chase that’s the allure.
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Aug 17, 2025
Aug 17, 2025 at 2:35 PM UTC
I'm just starting - in Trump's own words
Everything I've touched has turned to gold, A feeling that never gets too worn or old, I savor every moment, every win, With my opponents stuck in their unsightly bin. The more they shout and flail their arms, The more my inner soul it calms, Their din is music to my ears, It gives me pep; it takes off years. My aims are clear, my skills well-honed, As to their mob, they seem half ****** Supporting goals that folks don't like, Wishing they would all just take a hike. I've only started, the road is long To fix our country, make it strong, Instill a sense of pride and worth, A gleaming beacon for this Earth. Some complain I act the King, With subjects kissing my eternal ring. Do I care, not in a word, But I do find the concept touchingly absurd. Kings don't have the power I do, Most don't even have the slightest thought or clue, I instead can say and act, Forgoing any nod to grace and tact. I get things done, stir up the *** Turn detractors’ faces crimson hot, Hire my friends, cull the wokes, With a flourish of the pen and practiced strokes. Next to Putin, now that's a blast To try and make a peace that lasts. Get it done with strength and charm, End this war, curtail the harm. Then who knows - that Gaza thing, What a headache with a sting. Two thousand years of pain and strife, Where constant bickering is rife. But if a deal is to be done I'm the go to, I’m the man. The Nobel thing will be my prize This will cut Obama down to size. And after that may you well ask, What shall be my next enticing task? Greenland’s there, Panama for sure, Forget the catch, it’s the chase that’s the allure.
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Istanbul   of friend and foe Spinning on their dime Sanctions are all waiting Legitimacy waning Hegemony on the line
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May 29, 2025
May 29, 2025 at 7:08 PM UTC
The Memoranda
When is enough enough, When is the going just too tough. Why do people have to die Forever in the ground to lie. Are the spoils worth all the pain When the path is **** and maim. Is barren land worth just so much Now deprived of human touch. Do fatherless children justify the cost Memories of a generation lost. Weeping mothers by the score Adding every day far more. Politicians acting blind To the misery resigned, Just numbers on a sheet Conscious only of defeat. Pride and hubris win the day Reason not allowed to sway. Yet solutions need be found Striving to be clear and sound. Calmer voices must assist For further slaughter to desist. The way forward won't be fast Searching for a peace to last. Neither side will win outright Time for discourse not brute might. Russia needs restore prosperity Ukrainians live without temerity.
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Feb 18, 2025
Feb 18, 2025 at 9:30 AM UTC
The War must end - Ukraine & Russia
It’s the billionaire’s coup–Trump, Putin and Musk. They’re bleeding us out, from dawn until dusk. Consumer protections, arts, farms, forestry– the billionaires say they’re not necessary. From the money they save, the tax cuts will come to the billionaires, the millionaires, their daughters and sons. Balance the budget, so they can all have some. So many workers deemed useless and lazy, such as nuclear engineers–whoops! Are they crazy? Shredding all of Congress’s appropriations and thumbing their noses at all other nations. Except Putin’s, because, he’s one of them-- the billionaire’s club of rich white old men, who share dreams of ransacking the whole world, entire, until all of it ends in storms, floods and fire. Then off via SpaceX past the Milky Way’s limits. No, that’s not possible. But deep down they’re dimwits. You can fool some of us, all of the time, You can’t fool us all, and I’ll end this rhyme: We’ll protest, we’ll sue, we’ll go out on strikes. And if the time comes–their heads stuck on pikes.
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Feb 15, 2025
Feb 15, 2025 at 12:50 AM UTC
The Billionaire's Coup
Verbal Activism The man went for a hair cut The barber told him He had a friend from Ukraine A female pal not a lover Married to a guy Both were of fighting age She was a house wife That really needed to be there Making bullets or missiles Or tending wounded soldiers Does she have Russian citizenship? Plus Ukrainian like many does She lived in his country Far from home right now The man getting a trim Told the barber He wants Putin And all his inner circle To be assassinated **** them all dead The only way for it to stop No more Putin's war When he's a ******* corpse All told while getting a trim In some places those views are bad The Ukrainian gal now has an ally
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Jan 8, 2024
Jan 8, 2024 at 12:34 AM UTC
Verbal Activism
Mother pricked her index on a holly bush. A trickle of blood succumbed to the crater, crossing the lines of her palm. She sanctioned a frown. On her hand now lay a staining scarlet winter berry.
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Mar 23, 2022
Mar 23, 2022 at 7:02 PM UTC
Mother’s Lust for Uzvar
What did I do, Quite the disaster, but if only they knew The depth of the hole I find myself in, Thank goodness ambition is no mortal sin. I seriously thought this thing would be fast, A simple invasion, a side show, a blast, Over by dinner then pop the Champagne, Ukraine by name only, Russia’s domain. Never the thought came into my head That a little B actor would play me instead, Tenacious and cunning he's proven to be But if chess is the game, good luck playing me. The West struts its stuff, more noise than effect, A mish mash of junk all easily wrecked, Perhaps they forget the Russian resolve, Stay tuned for a while and watch it evolve. Ukraine is no match for what we can do, Time our best friend and that's always been true, We're patient and hardy, impervious to pain, We'll suffer and bleed for what's ours to gain. Don't read me wrong I want this to end, I'm just very careful which message I send, At the end of the day I'll make a tough deal, And a big swath of land I'll invariably steal. Ukraine won't be happy, the West will cry foul, But don't be impressed, it's merely a howl, A little play acting for show and effect, As for this to continue they clearly all dread. Ignore the odd glitches it's the outcome that counts, This hasn't been pretty, a truth with few doubts, But often what shines is merely fool’s gold, Land is the key and Ukraine’s I will hold.
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Jul 14, 2023
Jul 14, 2023 at 3:47 PM UTC
What did I do - in Putin’s own words
Lorded The mad writer licked the crystal To get a sale This he got oh yes Bought an atomic And sent it to Putin By 1st class post
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May 7, 2023
May 7, 2023 at 10:42 PM UTC
Lorded
Cesspit The **** shovelling soldiers are sent off to war To dig latrines so their soldier brethren can **** Not in peace but to empty their guts between fights Ukrainians have other ideas they want to **** them all Dead soldiers and ******** diggers means more Russians Who can no longer fight or hurt innocent Ukrainians How many Ivan cesspit ***** men have been eradicated? **** them all so the soldiers **** their pants before dying From Ukrainian bullets and high tech Allied weapons The more the better in this video game war
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May 7, 2023
May 7, 2023 at 10:38 PM UTC
Cesspit
UKRAINE WAR Enchained by his own creation in Ukraine Zilensky now counts his wounds and sees a spectacle of ravage before extinction Joe Biden couldn’t help the avalanche of night now wrapped in rubble none left to shed tears keep memories of the sun now steeped in darkness --R K Singh
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Dec 3, 2022
Dec 3, 2022 at 5:39 AM UTC
UKRAINE WAR
Place To Be The best place to be right now Is not in Europe over Russia's issues A ****** off nation with 7,500 nukes Of different types and classes As set ready to use on Putin's order Ukraine started it after NATO grew Right up to Russia's borders Now they want to turn back the clock 1997 when Russia wasn't threatened This isn't possible so they all Sleepwalk to Armageddon This year or the next It's coming soon...
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May 28, 2022
May 28, 2022 at 4:24 PM UTC
Place To Be
May Putin be crushed and his nuclear threat exposed an empty bluff May Russians see themselves the true Nazis And in true need of salvation than Ukrainians ever were May the shattered save the mighty and the mighty serve the victor
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Apr 25, 2022
Apr 25, 2022 at 11:39 PM UTC
Prayer for Ukraine
They were human once, it is said. Now they torture the living and abandon their dead. Like their predecessors of the same name, killing is their pleasure and destruction their game. Their Dark Lord sits upon his throne in Sochi, where his mind dwells alone. To unite all, under his dark reign, as subjects, or slaves—to Him, all the same. No longer in Thangorodrim does He dwell. He rules now from Moscow, and seeks an Empire of Hell. Hell is created by the ORCS whom he orders. Their blood lust to be sated far beyond  Russia’s borders. Destruction they rain from the skies above on people who flee from all that they love. They were human once, and perhaps even Him. Now they are beyond the world’s Creation and we call on Varda to vanquish him.
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Apr 2, 2022
Apr 2, 2022 at 1:00 AM UTC
The Dark Lord
All Putin’s Fault The man cries No more wife No more child No more family No more home No more Ukraine No more happiness Huge bomb craters All Putin’s fault
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Mar 20, 2022
Mar 20, 2022 at 5:51 PM UTC
All Putin’s Fault
Ongoing The pretty lady screams **** ME NOW!!! Putin’s bombs just murdered her baby What life will the young mum have now? In a shattered country war death hate killing The ******* waited decades for this And acted not caring the cost Of Russia’s neighbouring nation Plus thousands of dead Russian soldiers Let the traumatised lady be an example Of what it’s like to be in Putin’s war Like the husband’s family also killed By Putin’s mortar bombs while waiting To flee their devastated homeland Remember them all make him pay For every single death and injury And ruined town and city…
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Mar 20, 2022
Mar 20, 2022 at 5:48 PM UTC
Ongoing
By Sixes With this book we have to make a difference The weight of worry and seriousness is huge This has not happened before not this way And very soon all things could happen They try to control it but can they? How do you control so many soldiers? Along with the other shooters Planes ships launchers tanks and more Myself I've never felt this way Except briefly in the early 80s The world moved on in most ways But not in Putin's head for him He alone wants his empire back And will ruin the world to get it This is why we all must not fail And stop him from winning Even if the unthinkable happens It has already started the walk Sleep walking to Armageddon NATO and Russia and the rest This is really it...
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Mar 20, 2022
Mar 20, 2022 at 5:42 PM UTC
By Sixes
Vivid Orange Sky black burnt like sack cloth by the fires Endless fires vivid orange flames Always orange as is the screams Now invisible for they are dead Bodies black ash blown about Wind whipped up by the flames Orange wind this way and that Like the war win lose win lose On and on till it simply ended All dead nobody left to fight Pull the trigger drop the bomb Only orange remains so vivid Like the old sports cars burnt orange Part of the new world free of humans Putin went mad NATO stopped him The rest joined in so the world ceased Just orange fires burning the skies Little is now here from before
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Mar 20, 2022
Mar 20, 2022 at 5:37 PM UTC
Vivid Orange
Until the knife is removed the wound will never heal
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Mar 15, 2022
Mar 15, 2022 at 5:58 PM UTC
Ukraine
Where have all the assassins gone, I'm just asking, Where have all the hit-men gone, It wasn't long ago. Where have all the psychos gone, Ones like Sirhan Sirhan, Or a crazy red Russian, Lining crosshairs for Vlad Putin. Where have all the agencies gone, I'm just asking, The MI5, the CIA, KGB, Mossad; Where have covert actions gone, When there's guys like crazed Kim Jong; Or a crazed Red Russian, A narcissistic Vlad Putin. Where have all our heroes gone, I'm just asking; Where have all our leaders gone, Not so long ago. Where have all fine Russians gone; Boris was their last good one; When will we ever learn, Ego-maniacs can't govern.
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Mar 2, 2022
Mar 2, 2022 at 10:34 AM UTC
Where Have All the Assassins Gone
The Loneliest Man in the World Lawrence Hall [email protected]   https://hellopoetry.com/lawrence-hall/ poeticdrivel.blogspot.com                               The Loneliest Man in the world           Those he commands move only in command,           Nothing in love: now does he feel his title           Hang loose about him, like a giant’s robe           Upon a dwarfish thief                                          -Macbeth 5:2 His palaces and dachas are Dunsinanes With polished floors and television maps With whining voices in empty uniforms With woods that come against him in the night His life, his dreams are sere and crumbling leaves Waiting only for the broom to sweep them away Waiting only for the dead to summon them Waiting only for the final hour to come He does not hang his banners on reality He only pushes buttons on remote controls
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Feb 28, 2022
Feb 28, 2022 at 8:44 AM UTC
The Loneliest Man in the World - 3rd attempt at posting
Nobody thought it possible In a world now more aware It needed to be shown to us Wladimir Putin ain't all there The matter is so serious I need to say things as they are Don't care for it to rhyme or not Important is it comes out clear You are a little so and so Mean, nasty, wicked and most vile Your mother can't be proud of you She might turn in her grave and cry There is nobody who likes you Just go away and eat some worms The big fat and juicier ones And feel how they wiggle and squirm!
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Feb 28, 2022
Feb 28, 2022 at 6:07 AM UTC
Not All There
Lawrence Hall [email protected]   https://hellopoetry.com/lawrence-hall/ poeticdrivel.blogspot.com                               The Loneliest Man in the world           Those he commands move only in command,           Nothing in love: now does he feel his title           Hang loose about him, like a giant’s robe           Upon a dwarfish thief                                          -Macbeth 5:2 His palaces and dachas are Dunsinanes With polished floors and television maps With whining voices in empty uniforms With woods that come against him in the night His life, his dreams are sere and crumbling leaves Waiting only for the broom to sweep them away Waiting only for the dead to summon them Waiting only for the final hour to come He does not hang his banners on reality He only pushes buttons on remote controls
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Feb 27, 2022
Feb 27, 2022 at 8:23 AM UTC
The Loneliest Man in the World
Aaaaah! Understand that every thought you had about adults knowing what they’re doing rapidly disappears when you become one So even the plush ****** sat at the Romanesque desk preaching complex reasons and threats …because? is hideously full of **** When the best toy is being threatened in kindergarten, the fattest egos flex and either with aggression or diseased crocodile tears will appeal or impel. Well. Here we are. Men get old, even me. But unlike cheese or wine, it is not fine, virile, or true.
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Feb 26, 2022
Feb 26, 2022 at 8:23 AM UTC
Incursion