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Yenson Jul 2020
Learn the lesson
do not stay chumps all your lives
you've now seen so take it on board and grow
Quality matters, quality counts, its all about quality
not numbers, not fakes and counterfeits, not common-o-garden
wherever you are, whatever you do, go for quality not common types
Yenson Feb 2019
Quick create another identity
he's got to get more for his trolling
He's getting confused now
created so many
he's losing count
can't even remember his tag
is it a or is it p
it is both or one
oh heck
he's such a schmuck

Well he's a coward
unfulfilled and can only get any lift
from trolling
so don't judge him
he's a coward, a sad inadequate bully
nothing better to do
an ape without an e....mail
a troll coward of no importance
that's all
Yenson Apr 2020
Quick, rake up your blazing hate
vent your painful frustrations and low esteems
hang all your inadequacies and all those bad choices
the laziness and entitlements that import others for your chores
as you hide the born poltroons playing Nihilism to mask idle minds

Quick, come blame the blameless
always someone else's fault that made you mindless
your education was useless yet from there Doctors come
while you drink and **** and bully those that study and learn
all know the born poltroons playing Nihilism to mask idle minds

Quick, call up all your 'rent-a-mob'
fashion your gilded lies and misinformation
mire your ignorance and disgraces in ideologues obsolete
campaigns of loonies in mad deluded Stalin neo-paradise of fools
they laugh at born poltroons playing Nihilism masking useless minds

Quick, come invent your deluded illusions
marshal the morons too dumb and frightened to face truths
the followers and haters too sick and damaged needing venting
I am your worst nightmare that Mahogany paragon of excellence
antithesis of born poltroons playing Nihilism masking unused sad minds
Yenson Dec 2020
If intelligence, balance and courage are all comfortably
together in the room
why would we need to go creating multiple accounts
in the house to hide
would we be frightened or ashamed if we have the strength
of our convictions
and our words and deeds are justifiable and can be validated
and we are real and sane
or are we just a bunch of useless cowardly nonentities seeking
to share our inadequacies
because we are self-loathing insecure insignificant vacant nitwits
with no self assurance or value
yes we are and we reserve the right to exhibit our short-comings
and inadequacies
for even as dumb and valueless and cowardly as we are born to be
we know shame and hatred and feel them
we are always last in the peeking order cause we have no talents
so how can we face those that are better than us
that's simply the hows and whys of things, simple as, we're inferior
and we know it
Yenson Aug 2020
The hooded from the hoods
dark minds in primitive backwards pits
pettys' from Petty Central
dumbo descendants from Costa Petty
buried in the white salted lowlands
underground bigoted xenophobic haters wearing lies

in gross pain ripped by envious gales
and drenched in jealous storms
seeing a confident and secured gent of color
not from the usual merchandise
of the neutered and the arrested developers

look, he thinks he's better than us
our lowlifes racists moaned
then come the twists, lies and dark propaganda
its solidarity, its revolution, its fight against greed
he's a pig, he's a monster, he's everything bad
do his head in and lets **** him up
we've gone techno now, no more cross burning

confounded in disquiet the pointy hatters seethe
in crisis of hate ignoramus vent and lament
the paragon stands head and shoulder above nits
for in grand jealouy the lessers are lesser coward shadows
poltroons in white satin never reaching sanity
letters are written never having meaning
just what the truth is simpletons will never know
go burn your crosses, you're yesterday ashes already
what is the worth of anyone with no integrity
written at my fully paid holiday villa, cool and iced hoeur d'oeuvres from a lovely gifted fridge by a classy lovely angel and entertainment provided by some excess wastrels and clowns re-enacting the Boer War in reverse. wish you are here, an iced drench Martini, anyone...chin chin...
Yenson Jul 2019
Perhaps they cull them from Twisters alley
for these types you don't keep in Madhouses
give them anything and watch them put their dross on it
some see reverse psychology, I see aching ignorance flaying
you get that palpable venting, you see the pent-up sadist foaming
that ******* cliche waiting for attention perhaps all day for a bite
then the rage flows as it sees its bait and snap, snap it pours its rage
joke of madness showcasing the contents of a deceased mind aflame
spewing its pains as another barbs hits cowardly nonentity ashamed
and in desperation it seek out in its ****** worthless twisted dome
the meaningless songs of the inadequate maggot crawling in its puke
Yenson Aug 2021
You devote twenty four seven
craving my attention
you're hooked line and sinker
cause I'm worth it
but you all just have to accept
you are of no benefits
I do understand insignificance
crave attention
want it so they can feel a smidgen
of some sort of power
even if its counter-productive
or just an illusion
its the nature of the vain beast
to snarl and bare teeth
its the threatened cat arching
its furry back
its the gorilla beating its chest
letting out a howl
its the bantam cockerel puffing up
coloured feathers
its average Joe clutching ballot
papers at elections
its you and you playing imaginary
chess to hide your fears
you see I do understand your plights
see your pains and angsts
but you do not engage my attention
twenty four seven
you are first world indulgent prats
spoilt vacuous nonentities  
with more idle time than good senses
full of tantrums and fury
signifying nothing but your ignorance
and feeble spines
only when I'm bored and want some
laugh and to take the ****
do I take a peep to see what kidadults
are throwing out of the bathwater
ahh..sob sob, Look its Philips, he called
us lazy lowlife thieves
he told us to go and get jobs and earn
an honest living
but look he has everything we don't have
and he's black with a silver spoon
Ahh,,,big ignorant babies do stop crying
we'll  get Red Big Brother to
smack the hell out of Philips to teach him
a lesson he'll never forget
will that make you stop crying and stamping
your poor little feet....
Yenson Dec 2022
Down in Poplar
near the old bow bells
a quiet man also said something
he told a thieving bullying neighbour
who audaciously without conscience or regard
broke into his house and stole his hard earned property

Down in Poplar
near the old bow bells
quiet man shouldn't have said anything
you see, they look after their own in ivory union
and the quiet man is the guilty one for daring to speak out
so as they told me he has now caught the bug forever and ever

Down in Poplar
near the old bow bells
the Macarfettys rule the roost
its gang and mob rule predators and extortionists
and if you're black you get out of the line and shut your gob
else you're erased, gang-stalked, slandered, framed and destroyed







https://www.tiktok.com/@akukoapparel/video/7170204012002692395?isfromwebapp=1&senderdevice=pc&webid=7172186338258880005
Yenson Dec 2023
I never even tried
to know them
only
because I know them
only
too well
Yenson Apr 2020
Cocoa Chocolates should be banned
it gives so so much irresistible pleasure
especially when its big, chunky and smooth
deliciously rich and satisfying in so many ways
white chocolate, not really to my taste, melts too quickly
not really sweet or satisfying and the taste never last long
over in seconds, except if you like slow wet licking and nibbling
and that gets messy and tiresome and not very hygienic these days
Yenson Mar 2020
The gangsters of Crimson
tell us please about this Doubts malarkey
oh you Guvnor of the Eat End Mob

ye Gotcha, come listen..matey

we ain't Crooks, Con-artists and Extortioners for nothing
we are smart cookies, been in this game all our lives
listen matey, hear me
know what we said, slander is the main leveler
That patsy we have the contract on
the man is as straight as dye
innocent as the day is born
never did a thing wrong, no dirt did we find on him
decent nice upright upstanding fellow
as nice as apple pie and iced cream

But he had the gull to diss our trade
yes we are thieves and crooks and all time rotters
but he said he would expose us after we robbed the ******
others don't say ****, just claim insurance and shut their gob
but not this sunshine, the ****** called us out
he din't pay protection money
then moaned when we rob him blind, now he gets the treatment
don't mess with the Guvnor ye Mr Righteous

We have ways, first thing is to discredit the ******
its Character assassination, public humiliation, we ruin his life
so we slandered him from here to Timbuktu or where the darkies are
we told high tales and hyped the hell outta that patsy
you know how good the ******* are in spreading malicious gossips
we paid their leaders and sent them all out
wow! did they do a good job or what. it went down a treat
the punters swallowed every word, every defamation stuck like glue
even his mother would find it hard to love him
hahaha...think he could stand up to us

after all that malarkey and mud throwing
we now have to stalk and hound the ****** and make him loose his mind
Now listen here, you just can't go to the stupid punters
and say, hound that man, they ain't that stupid
so you give em a good story, nice fake news in juicy wrapper
you create a false scenario, nice word eh, got that from the TV
anyways, you sell the dopes some fake scenario
then tell them you are controlling the mud splatter royal star
tell the dopes anytime they see him they must do this or that
you get the demoralising mob trolls to write dirges and *******
till the day is long, tell them they are putting doubts in his mind
planting seeds to haze, hanker and give the ****** grieve
cause they are confusing him, as well as invalidating the c--t

You see bozos, what we are doing is relentlessly mobbing him
getting at him, snipping and chipping away, wearing him down
make him feel the whole world is against him
leave him isolated, friendless, hounded and helpless
we must make him **** himself for he is a non-criminal grass
and that's how we sort those goodie two shoes out
we poison their world till they poison themselves
we use the punters to drive him insane

Ah, clever or what, who says crooks and villains aren't clever
we are manipulating the stupid masses and they are eating outta our hands
we make them believe false scenario, get the numpties to do silliness
watch how they go for it, all convinced they are doing solidarity
listen my son, the only education you need is no ******* university
come learn from us, the people or punters, call em what you will
are as dumb and brainless as jellied eels
You steal their brains and their stupid minds
an tell them you are teaching them how to **** royal mind
they can't wait to cast 'doubts' on fuckall nothing doing

We know the game, we know the punters
that poor patsy hasn't got a chance
I tell you what though
this contract is the hardest we've ever done
we've put this ****** through the mill for yonks
given the whole nine yards and more to push him over the edge
Yet, the ******* still stands, laugh and even talk back
******* heck, this man must be an alien.......
Yenson Apr 2021
The joke of the century
they propelled you into the grapevine
gave you no option
except their lies of togetherness
or else you are a traitor
then they start writing
a Curriculum vitae for you
without your permission
and sending it off to Businesses
that are not even registered
or offering any positions
they said its the done thing
they said its about togetherness
its a laughing business
for the businesses and me
great joke...hahaha
Yenson Dec 2021
From your ropes on the ropes
watch
how defeating yourselves defeats you
resplendent fears
brazen in pale bankrupted convicts united
unhidden in plain sight
the dregs of dreads
crawl in unison in the gutters of the unhinged
in targeted woes
and puerile franchise they consume their sorrows
in the craven
of the Ichabods' frothing a vendetta of selves loathing
in legacy pains acerbic angsts
they are the base ranting and raging and twisting and twirling
victims of their fears
shackled in the momentum of the embittered prodigal miniate finks
as they stew in rancour and hard labouring
the illuminating light they seek to douse still shines in blessed Grace
Yenson Jul 2020
Was not born with the thieving eyes
or to run the common ground
wanting because others have it too
from youth its earn to have from sweat
deserve the fruits you sowed and tilled
not go wanting what is not yours

Merit  is the message hammered home
for there's dignity in the fruits of your mind
use it well and wisely and know to earn your dues
in honest toil and untroubled dreams you stay
there is calm and peace in the un-offending soul
finding your respect within stainless attainment

Be real and true to yourself and your dealings
to envy is to scold providence and still growth
for the child in you takes governance in indulgence
and will find company with wayward influencers
to chase wants and feed the avaricious demons
thus birthing the night creepers who covert others gain

By Merit you earn and gain to prosper and fare well
in company or crowd you stand and can meet all eyes
a mind buoyed in lifting achievements and job well done
not mired in the fears of thieves and the contempt's of kith
neither hold the dark minds that bleeds pain and guilt
be that person that others wish such qualities they have
Yenson Apr 2022
The Philosopher King
what else is more noble
what else is there to be
Yenson Feb 2020
Had always wondered

why there was never any complaints

in hot sweaty foam its was tightest clinches

racing heartbeats, sweet surrender and flushed smiles

shared joys in warming embraces and touching afterglow

in real affinity we had climbed, floated past fire and reached clouds

Many had never been there, never soared and feel it like they do now

I can see why the snow-drips will haul icy barbs and pale resentments

thorough-bred stallion beyond compare powered by that Arab moor

Nothing beats the best each and every time

Never, ever a single complaint just joy

any wonder you make the lessers

sick with envy and complex hate
move it.....
Yenson Sep 2019
The craven of ***** named the white cliffs of Dover
sat in judgement from Animal farm and in foaming wrath
decided calling Thieves working class **** and lazy workshy yobs
was a hanging offence, coming from a black man that was robbed

so the great union of avenging vigilantes arose in union unjust
ah, we are the salts of the earth they crowed in grand style
thieving goes political and we call it taxing the elites, not theft
we'll show you we have the connections and the democracy

we side with the thieves they are our own in our land and kindred
attack is the best form of defense and we can turn tables on blacks
look at the greedy *******, a parasite and a leech living rich
you never suffered for anything, you have a silver spoon to feed

does not matter you worked hard all your life against great odds
who cares that in our midst you have to do twice to earn like us
we will damage your name, your career, your reputation and more
we will erase you and bring you to your ******* knees cause we can

you don't stand a chance we are devil's spawn and covert racists
we have the garb to fool and corrupt even ******* blacks like you
we say it revolution and you're a chauvinistic greedy fat pig
we slander, defame an demonize your sorry *** and burn you alive

we are senseless racist bullies and we do not care who's to stop us
we're more than you and twisting facts and fabrication is neon light
the momentum is our and the red for danger also means power
the fascist power of mob degenerates in envy, jealousy and ignorant hate
we don't tell people that, we say its revolution and just deserts for greed by a leech and a parasites....its all so simple, yes bad is good...
Yenson Apr 2019
What does a Prince
have in common with some fake stooge
pretending to be an Asian in Mumbai
but for oxygen
Prince doesn't need a Chia Wallah
and they belong to differing caste
stay below as you've always been
you are not important
This is about Rajarandu  Bandirajastan, a poet that attended a poets workshop I was at, who writes the most ridiculus poems and seem to think he makes sense, he was an old colonial servant who was slimy, sly and has pretentiousness in abundance. I have since discovered his brother visits this site and hopes he recognizes his sibling.
Yenson Jun 2020
in your dreams
they are only capable
of seeing opposites

in jealous throes
their despair fages
fighting uselessly

in mediocre minds
ignorance flourishes
the bane of simpletons

in frustrations
they seek solace
making it up as they go along

changing wine into water
sing trailer concrete blues
wishing to trade places
or do serious damage

cause all they have is dreams
to be what they can never be
notable and important
worthy befitting glory
but they come from nothing
and they live in hate
for themselves and their lives
and for this they want others to pay

their stories their sorrows
their emptiness seeking revenge
in their dreams hate is their lover
all they can find comfort with

oh how the crave attention
validate the journey man life
never to really matter
so hate is better
it gives purpose to them
to those revolting plebs
Yenson Mar 2019
Hey, he's gotta buck up
that hombre's bucking the trend
ain't got no dime just a buck to my name
so buck down hombre, mosey on down to the OK corral
you ain't going buck naked, but dude, don't buck the system

Ain't horsing around old timer
don't look a gift horse in the mouth
saddle up and forget that **** ***** fit
time for some horse trading, gotta play it smart
and that's straight from the horse's mouth, hear me dudes

Oh doggone it, it's a dog's life
but the hombre ain't dog tired just yet
just barking up those **** huskies, time for feeds
before the English Terriers start howling in pain
already as sick as dog, animal farm, animal crackers

Hey, he's gotta buck up
straight on down to the Bucking Bronco
See that black Stallion chilling with a buck fizz
word is, he comes from Buck House with some big bucks
look closely, you'll see he's laughing at us
So buck up your ideas, Red ***, save a buck or two
or its bang for your buck

Hahaha.....hahaha.....haha
hombre stirs the vipers in their nest
pokes the rattlesnakes, wants them to shake their rattles
cobras must hiss and spit, rearing up aggressively on cue
for life in the wild west must not be dull
The lions shakes their full red manes and roars
   'The buck doesn't stop here'
Have a nice Sunday...plebs.......
Yenson May 2019
Them afflicted psychologists from La Mancha
in white stolen designer overalls from Prada
struck by sick voyeurism and in obsessive gala
spend morning, noon and night in frenzied plasma
leaving their rotted brains only able to produce miasma

These afflicted shamologists from La Mancha
deluded terrorists of psychological warfare schema
they plant seeds and sow doubts in continuous mantra
totally consumed by a man that riles their minds with rancor
and mocks their juvenile ignorance showing their pathetic strata
Yenson Oct 2021
Hubble bubble
stir and mix
rake it up
and dish the dirt
ain't no buyer in regal flair
the wise know the spell
that kills it all
one word
'CONTRIVED'
deliberately created rather than arising
naturally or spontaneously
your drama is
from the crisis in your heads
your drama is
from the crisis in your minds
your drama is
from the crisis of your incompleteness
and pitifully all these
ain't
'CONTRIVED'
Yenson Apr 2020
And I showed them whatever
         and they are still battling whatever
                          Yeah.......whatever!!!
Yenson May 2020
With deleted expletives she smirked
" at least I wash myself daily, a proper shower
and I do not carry all kinds of STI's like they do,
I'm a woman, live among them in close quarters
and see only very few have daily morning baths,
the majority of them have or has had some STI's,
honestly, I'm not saying this to be nasty.. and ***
the men are even worse."
Really...?
"Yes...really, they've taken so much antibiotics, its
lost its effectiveness, STI's are so so rampant among
them, all kinds, I am not kidding you"
" Of-course, they'll say all the 'expletive deleted' *******
they sprout, we all  know what their stance is "
We both bust out laughing as we jointly uttered
" Attack is the best form of defense "
Hahaha hahaha hahaha
" The unwashed " she spat out
hahaha hahaha hahaha
Yenson Apr 2022
We discourage laughter here
on account
the little people will think you are laughing at them.....
Yenson Sep 2020
Where is ignominy
in the birthright of stallions
where heads leads as solid as hearts
in sinews grace shines the hegemony of form
see multitude of dullards sharing feds of abasement
ebbing in the swamp of pierced hubris mongrels
angered at their vain and negligent gods
as endowed talents were unbestowed
to the children of the lesser gods
in regressed cerebrums
owning ignominy
they hate thoroughbreds
and hail vengeance
from their pits of
despair and pain
angst of common furies
steeped in bitter words
obsess with dousing
the lights and flights
of prized Stallions
Yenson Dec 2021
Seven thousand mile away
I studied Shakespeare by candlelight
due to long and constant power cut
yet I still made A1 grade in English Literature

My friends grew up in Shakespeare country
they have electricity twenty-four sevenRed
all they can write is diss poetry
and act as useful idiots for thieves and loonies
they tell me I am suffering
and cancelled
I say
“You starvelling, you eel-skin, you dried neat’s-tongue,
you bull’s-pizzle, you stock-fish
O for breath to utter what is like thee!-you tailor’s-yard,
you sheath, you bow-case, you vile standing tuck!”

“Your brain is as dry as the remainder biscuit after voyage.”

“Villain, I have done thy mother”

“Heaven truly knows that thou art false as hell”

So we know why anarchists are dripping with envy and jealousy
about the man who read Shakespeare by candlelight
and yet bettered them all
so I say again

“You scullion! You rampallian! You fustilarian! I’ll tickle your catastrophe!”
Yenson Feb 2020
Vermilion hordes cannot help their bile and hatred
its a birthmark from cradle to grave

Forged in crude mindsets of penned sheep herded
how they bayed for what they crave

No appetite for aspiration or independence unaided
just a penchant for all matters deprave

Askance to millions kith toiling earnestly in fields yielded
in lies, deceit and muck scarlet hues enslave

Yesterdays poltroons unfurling banners at paths unbarricaded
contemptible gluttons screaming they are stave

Odious deflections of thieves charlatans freeloaders unbridled
white-faced guilt's pointing fingers from their hidden cave

Greedy leeches the scums bayed mouths gorged and bloodied
distractions of the ****** magicians and knaves
Yenson Aug 2020
Come yonder aryans of the isles
cooked in sycophant lineages to muck and merry
do come running for the stag hunt with twisted heads
bring your hammers of Damocles and your forked tongues
come celebrate in red the Orders of guttersnipes and dance in blood
satiating your sadism and masochism to feel alive and find importance
as in nature you are born in spirit with the cuckoo and magpie
to usurp and steal attired in the cloak garments of the barbarians
get the horns out an blow the rallying call
the mists descend and the seasons of muck raking is yet to go
come wound the scarb and set chaos free
do  Come yonder aryans of the isles
you cannot deny your nature
Loki has no use for peace and harmony and neither do brother aryans
Jerusalem awaits
Yenson May 2021
The winds of May blows chills in sway
and voices talk of choices to be made
who sits as Mayor and who is to be trade

the summer skies disowns a red moon
time to blow away errant blood at high noon
no more hate and crimes in cities by loons and goons

mothers loose sons in senseless knifing
corrupted minds shaped in puerile envying
to want what we have without working and earning

eat the rich spits the mantra of mindless reds
hate success and ***** the sensibilities of blues
stay in the ghettos and war each other for your few  

take hearts and minds for the poisoned banquets
feed them ugly promises and lies to lay them in caskets
**** truths and cover honest endeavours in smeared blankets

The winds of sixth of May bows chills in sway
throw out corruption crimes knifing and fantasists in gainsay
the hornets nest of liars bullies haters and dividers have had its day
Yenson Sep 2019
Let them of the anti-semite, anti-monarchist and anti-progressive tans
concentrate on that lone man to show the anodyne bullying of theirs
for an election coming soon and sure as hell they are going to lose it
so better have your fun showing peoples power against one lone man
that's far as your power reaches for whats more important is beyond
they say the leader is a superannuated student good at basic rabble
the common room politician saving the world on impossible dreams
tax the rich till revenues fall to nothing as they all flee city and towns
spend money we don't have till we twin with Venezuela and frown
sow discords and division and call it peoples power while you stink
full of ***** tricks and murky deeds is not grown up politics for many
many means all not the neons of momentum that bully and discredits
its about fairness, justice, cooperation not hating and discriminating
do as you like, call it power the people know you're just sad jokers
cheating lying incompetent paranoid agitators incapables unfit to rule
calling your childish immatured envy and jealousy revolution it is not
so better stick to what you're good at helping scums and pond-lives
live on state hand-outs , welfare rather than encourage them to work
blame the wealth creators and the successful s for everything wrong
pick on progressive tans and call them traitors because they're woke
spread your poisons all over the communities and call Tories enemies
better enjoy your networking and destroying the life of a single man
whose crime was to believe in hard work and earning not stealing
For another Election is coming soon and sure as hell you gonna lose
and because of me most people have seen your evil spiteful under-belly and they have seen how you twist and lie and they don't like
what you stand for
Better gather the momentum now for you sure as hell are losing
Yenson Oct 2022
In pitying mirth
find the fables of the rabbles in gabbles
in deranged discontents they babble in torments
squirming in turmoil and jiving in envy
pathos à la pathetic

See absent gumption
wild in pale volitions of limitations
basking in bitter ecstasies of fantasies in lunacies
the dances of the outers in tatters
engrossed in morose

Tell the blind minds
the eyes sees nowt in land or seas
and thumping is merely razzle- dazzle farting
the crude inane gases of the vacuous
demeaned flow of the lowly

In pitying jest we see
haters will hate for its what they do
whence no gifts or talents to grade or loftily parade
those distinguished are not anguished
dregs always sink while cream rises
Satire about the war in Russia and the Ukraine. We pray for Peace in our world.
Western fire power is awesome....don't mess with them...haha
Yenson Oct 2019
Give them minds, don't leave them bereft
aspirations murdered by inherent arrogance
cossetted indulgences in thoughtless frames
the tragedies of their lives celebrated in vacuous pits

You are nothing when resentments are your spurs
because in emptiness only envy and jealousy owns you
ignorance in deprived and depraved guises your domiciles
in such mires you thrive behind the closed doors of your minds

Your worth is the sum total of the negativism of you
confused minds spewing the fears and turmoils of feral legacies
as begging opportunities are snapped by browns and blacks
yous in supreme ailments and doltishness claims status fools
the dumb short changed albinos grandstanding your ***** for *****
Yenson Mar 2021
Little minds
little tricks
trying to split an atom
as they vaporize in negative eons
Yenson Dec 2021
How poetic
that we can only see
up to the length of our noses
but the depth of field is near yet far
its filled with tainted imagination in hazed focus
and our pictures are as we want to see
but who stops to consider
picture has x-rayed you
your soul exposed
how poetic
Yenson Apr 2022
Devilish
miscreant
heinous
machiavellian
plunderer
licentious
arr­ogant
jingoistic
ideologue
vainglorious
Yenson Aug 2019
Did your fathers ever said
" Familiarity breeds Contempt"
No! Ah, that explains a lot, now please continue
Ignorance is always bliss, ......but remember fools
never amount to much
Yenson Mar 2022
She held her son's hand
for the Mother of democracy to see
oh all voices of nothings
avail yourselves of your rights to gob
majority carries the votes
and I carry the Totalitarianism of one
One is not even amused
where better to remind Divine Ordination
One says, you all can go do one
you are all mouths no trousers with little *****

haha......................................................­........Contempt
Yenson Oct 2019
sorry about your curse
a miserable burden to bear and pain in the ***
know you can't stop the blood-letting and warring pains
regular timely unstoppable the constant drabs and drips to paper
but its your curse and you've gotta do what you've gotta do
your need for distraction and relief is quite evident and understood
yet its winds you up like a red rag to a bull and you the busy matador
what a curse bestowed for blood-letting is such an onerous act
and the bleeding blue-blood do not seem to care
that you're innocent yet suffer a curse
the red of the reds languishing
in ground hog days
opposing peace
just a mean
wet drip
in pain
Yenson Jan 2023
They are victims of their environment
our precious nanny State lot
and the sheep are going bar bar bar
hey! should it not be baa baa baa ask the watcher
No, came the reply
we mean Bar
drinking is our favourite to do things
and anyway, we also like barring the clever clogs
and the pigs lead the mob
going, oik oik oiks oiks oiks
hey! pigs, should you not be honking oink oink oink
asks the watcher
No, came the reply
we may be Town pigs, but we know what we are
who are you to tell us otherwise
And in calamitous unison they all march along
beasts of no pen, beasts of little means
Beasts of land and sea and skies!
Come join us in our Silicon Valley
where no dark Knight shall rise and show any talents
we will unite and march to the Bar to bar
Put the rings on our noses
seize the prizes,
Wheat and barley, oats and hay,
we need them to make more *****
bar! bar! bar! screams sheep and oiks, oiks oiks
power to the majority
Hey! I thought Old Major is dead, beeps a sheep
Shut up! oinks a pig
We are the majority
And this shinning cages of ours
Shall be trod by us beasts alone.
Bar, either Man or Prince
Modern satire.......hahaha.....hahaha....hahaha, has anybody ever tried writing poetry while convulsed in laughter. I recommend it but one has to experience something really ridiculously hilarious, like a bunch of half-baked
millenniums who decides they are now psyche-warriors...whatever that means!!!   ( Methinks too much bacon-butties has serious questions to answer, as far as they're concerned) hahaha hahaha hahaha

By the way, apologies to George Orwell and Animal Farm..
Yenson Jan 2020
Maybe you missed this first time round
maybe minds were disengaged and delusions rules
maybe you hear No for Yes and Yes for No
Maybe you're just mindless and you imagine others are too
so read again the remembrance of things past
Nothing has changed...

Yeah! it goes as it goes
it is as it is
sing my songs in the market square
and write your fables as sages and scribes
open my soul with blunt sabres and dance in split blood
give me names and titles tied in rags and camphor *****
laugh gaily and follow the trails to the guillotine awaiting
Yeah!
I take the blame though blameless for these sins
but know that an innocent sacrifice begets retribution
as malice cuts in gashing gores and words drip with hemlock
my hue of coal only but readily attracts the flaming fire angst
thus take this blood and if it be my end I will require no blindfold
but permit me a word dear foes
Please know
None here has been a friend
no one held out a hand or a few kind words
see from my eyes how a blameless man is cursed
and held in rack and ruins
see how he called out to a neighbor posing as a friend
hear me, see my plight for I am forlorn and foreign to all this
only to be mocked and insulted
only to be shouted down and betrayed
all these from one shown  nothing but kindness and care
So be my days be extended, be my time reconsidered
in torrential rains or warming radiant sunshine
Please know I say now earnestly open and true
you may write  infinite words
and plant a forest of seeds
swing it here and fling it there
twirl and twist and spin in endless revolves
take it as you may - I hitherto declare in full senses and sanity
I have no friends for none but none had the heart and grace
and to that I reached for in hurting throes
tossed me garbage and sought with aplomb to belittle me
hence, for as dishonorable as it may be
there's no forgiveness in this heart of mine
for that friend that never was
for a deeper cut is yet to be found
So be it the gallows or live another day
I am done,
I am done
I am done.........
Yenson Jul 2020
Group think in unison disarray
morons looking for Camelot in mob's dive
we spoil for mind war but pray lend us our minds
in cloudy storms of magical red rains our brains were washed
to pristine white

Our masters tell us
its a remote affair so show us the moat
we will swim float and jump
masters says its a revolution
we are revved up but spare us the elocution

Some are saying this is mindless but we could not care less
though those wenches were careless
when they stole from the Moor
who was not from the moors in North York

A bright spark said its a vendetta of thieves
they cut of his tongue and said his brains had not
been washed proper
that he was calling a ***** a *****
yet the masters had taken our pitchforks and cudgels away
them dumb masters keeps on saying remote remote
and then control, control, then, power, power

now if you ask me fellow hicks in unison
this really is no time for **** roll
neither is it a time to go to the moat, what's it with this re moat
then they say its tower, tower
in Cromwells' name
are we being told to go via the moat for a **** roll in the tower
don't blame me they washed my brains a while ago.....
SATIRE.....What's wrong with you, have you lost your sense of humour, When asinine s say they are doing heads in, does that not make you roll on the floor in helpless mirth. Lighten up man, this is serious stuff we're talking about. Though I find it all incredibly hilarious,  people hang themselves when they are given this treatment, this is heavy stuff I have you know!
Yenson Dec 2018
The Rent-a-Mob loonies, the gangsters and the Racists
damaged scums of society and contemporary politics
Ignorant arrogant sociopaths who want it all for nothing
Indulgent wasters in nation awashed with opportunities
In idle union they scream, feed us poor and **** the Rich

Strangers come Poland, Bulgaria, India and all over
to work in farms, hospitals, hotels and Constructions
Building futures and faring in endeavours with sweat
Crimson gangs and Renta Mobs states we serve nobody
**** the wealth makers, **** the parasites and let's drink

Our shyster gangs of Revo-comrades and malcontents
See killing fields, whereas strangers toil and find rich pickings
Our Revos Distract, confuse, sow seeds of dissent, make strife
Blame all others, lie and decieve, fling indulgent political turds
Rent brainwashed Mobs,into ***** bridgard to do their ***** work

We all know life is unfair and even roses have imperfections
Some are born to riches in spades and some born to beggars in dusts
Those with time, sit and ask God why, just a fact of life to accept
But from dust has risen billionaires, whilst riches have made duds
Insane Crimson sits in spurious guise and odious fallacy playing God

Yeh, **** the Rich and feed the poor, why hide and use Rent a mob
Why not air your case in broad daylight and stand your conviction
The coward you are knows it hold no sanity for those with sense
Except for thieves, the workshy and wasters who cheat to survive
In your city of merits aplenty, Revo-crimson is beneath contempt
Rahim Sterling - Nothing annoys the Racists more than a successful Blackman or a black male with potential. The sick of the Society will all rise up in arms to Destroy them. They can only abide the subjugated and oppressed black male, the ones they can use in Rent-a-Mob...
Yenson Feb 2021
Gestapo of things......

We the fervent devotees
of the Cult of The Latter Day Che Guevara
ask for your support in our present struggles
in this our civilised democracy, our green and pleasant land
to drive one germ man mad
pity us. all your people in chains and on Welfare benefits
and all you people with nothing better to do
and all you people who are covert racists like us
for an elitist parasite dares to **** our blood dry
and take our birth right from us
Please come join us
or make donations like all the oligarchs
generously make to Putin,
that magnificent champion of the masses
Do not let this parasitic oppressor
this greedy germ man take our Taxes
we need to **** this germ up
do his head in, frustrate him and wipe him out
its yours and my money
ok, some was made during the Slave Trade
and from all our foreign Territories
and ok, the germ man worked and paid taxes
but ignore facts here, that's all history
and who cares anyway, those darkies were asking for it
what would they do with gold, diamond, silver anyway
its not like they are civilised, they don't even have different coloured eyes
So, come join our cult, let us show how powerful we are
Join us today
and like our Hero V. Putin
lets have a thriving State of Crooks and Thieves
and the simplistic politics of liars and bullies
Join up, you have nothing to lose but your chains!
Yenson Jun 2020
The quakes of a thousand cuts
rumblings and grumbling of disaffected core
injured shadows dance with sprinting lies
partying sorrowfully in sounds without melodies
they who faceless-ly stare to blank faces
at the commune of futile promises and egg shells
in with the tears drinkers and the fades
the oracle sees the gnarled storms feeders
hawking their innards and selling their offspring
t'is the myth of the mettle less emporium
where dead ends meet unpromising seasons
for for them its the guileless journey
the stories of their birth in laboured confusion
in union-ed illusions and falsities of truth
life as they know it is daggers drawn
riders of the shadows the highwayman and the buccaneers
Yenson May 2020
As we drove in through the gates
she opened pale cold dry lips and spoke
"So what's the name of the Counselor"
she asked dead casual
"Priya", I said without a pause
and they couldn't see I was moves ahead, even then
So arrogant or just plain dumb
they just didn't envisioned
you have to have an emotional connection
to impact on emotions
and initiate the daft plans they had imagined
they were hoping to hook me into a toxic affair
a mindfuck of frustration and woes
a fish on a bait to be played and reeled around dead-ended
I stayed possum and gave it slack
I toyed a little awhile
read her and them easily
it was a sad reflection of their standards
and of most of their men,
of which they imagined I was similar
hey!  he's a man, isn't he
don't they all carry their brains in their trousers
but, the're men and then there are men
They were later to realize this
anyways, I was bored with nonsensicals
simpletons aiming to play mind games
from this particular brain-washed invader
I pulled the rug and walked away
the other tools are still deluding themselves
bitterly disappointed there were no
plays or stories to decimate
no juicy bits about bbc
that alone, drives them nuts
I am lodged in their heads and blood
they remain fixated and aroused
raving mad like scorned *******
they can't just let me be
its my charisma
mom said I had it
I've always shone
Yenson Mar 2021
I have been hoping
that the visible invisibles
of Keystone Solidarity Republican
Militants
will soon come and tether a black horse
in front of my front door
to put their famous Doubt in my mind
that I am actually a horse
and not a human being
Why this simple act is taking so long
baffles me given they are specialists
in formatting doubts
perhaps they doubt horses have our legs
as I have three legs myself
though the middle leg
is not usually used for trotting
Yenson Aug 2019
Are we bovvered
ending with a happy heart
is better than being a pathetic ******
dance say G. Kelly, mark my noise
says I, I've got rhythm in my career.
markminoise
Yenson Mar 2019
“Reeking pile of popularity ****** and bullies”
5/11/18

First off, the site manager, E Y, is about as useful as **** on a bull as a webmaster. He does not respond to member issues. He does not enforce his own guidelines and he allows bullies and popularity seeking trolls to run roughshod over the site... the key antagonists call themselves "the home guard" when , in fact, they are the most vile, wicked and spiteful group of self loving maggots on the poetry internet.

These so called "real poets of Hello Poetry" maintain control over the site by using multiple accounts (some of them have up to a dozen different personae) to grant themselves popularity and to gang up on those whom they choose to chastise and humiliate and , eventually, run off the site. It boils down to sociopaths with narcissistic personality disorder, who envision themselves as elitists and gifted writers, while they are basically poem repeaters , plagiarists and drunks and drug addicts with failed lives and a grandiose sense of self esteem and importance.

Should you question them, or get too popular, they will create lies to convince E to remove you from the site. They pay him quite nicely for his "troubles"..and they maintain their reign of terror through attrition and inboxed harassment and death threats..including blackmail...and willful defamation of character.

They would rather be tadpoles in a mudhole than be fish in a potentially much larger pond. If you value your reputation and your writings, do not taint them with the indelible stain which Hello Poetry will leave upon you...
Yenson Oct 2019
Royalty inherent nobility
set aside from the common
so what's the difference without common touches
Hahaha...hahaha....hahaha...hahaha...our friend should be taken to the tower and publically hung with his trousers off and all his crown jewels hanging loose. At least we can see the size of his *****. The twit is still laughing, come on people the revolution is not some Kafkaesque **** and writing inane prose, while dangling our little bits about about playing paper warriors.
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