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Yenson Jun 2022
So little old me won first prize
at an intercollegiate Literary Competition
it was quite a big deal
and I was the bee's knee for quite a while
shortly after there's me at a Girls College
attending a Fun and Social Evening
a live Band was dishing the tunes
***** teenagers were raging with hormones
I was sorted
my sweetheart's sister was at the school
my sweetheart could not attend
but I was to be chaperoned so that's that
anyway halfway into the evening
I'm outside the hall cooling down
up came this rather fetching girl
my chaperon was throwing shapes to James Brown
whose Papa has got a brand new bag ( whatever for) I wonder
anyways the fetching girl sidled up
who are you, she ventured
well if you must know, do you know who won the Literary 1st prize, I asked
of course I do, she replied instantly
and if you must know he happens to be my boyfriend, she added
before I could close my wide opened mouth
she told me my name
I gulped
yes, she smiled
we've been dating for quite some time
actually we were at the Cinema last Saturday
oh he's such a darling and so clever and cute too
do you know him she continued as she pointed to the College badge on my blazer
he's from your College
Oh yes, I know him very well, I replied, while wondering
what is this!
what's your name, she continued, I'm seeing him tomorrow, I'll tell him I met you, and ask if he knows you
So have you done the did with him I asked, now feeling mischievous
This ***** flashed me a knowing look, loads of time but don't tell anyone, she replied huskily
What! screams I
ssshhush, loudly whispered her
Then it happened
footsteps clattered hurriedly out of the hall
my chaperon had had enough of James brown and his Papa's bag
and remembered her duty
she yelled my name and asked what I was doing
I will never forget the look on Miss *****, my imaginary 'girlfriend's' face
have you ever seen surprise horror and floor-open-up-and-swallow
me-up-please, all on a face before, I did that evening.
Miss ***** flashed a last look at my smiling face and beat a hasty retreat
as chaperon dragged me back in, in a firm wristlock.

This story came to mind because later in adult life, I was to discover I have loads of clones doing or having done things I know
nothing about. I will not be surprised if one of them is an ageing
broken hearted silver fox in love with a black yellow sunflower who is now withered yet a battalion of flying monkeys have devoted their lives to preventing this clone and the orange or pink or yellow or grey or black or muslim or whatever colour sunflower,
who they say is now withered, ever meeting. Its a strange world!
Women tell tales, and knowingly or unknowingly it can sometimes have devasting consequences. People have died, been killed, damaged because of malicious or flippant tongues.
Yenson Apr 2021
chip away
with your blunt axe
and even blunter minds
Yenson Apr 2021
Nothing occupies the small tool
than constant vigil of a bigger tool
its a reflected glory kinda thing
though some might say
its crippling envy
while others say No!
we all know small tools
are not usually the sharpest tools in the box
the smart ones are kept in proper kits
and used delicately
and they do not begrude the larger tools
Yenson Aug 2022
In fantastical smoke and haze
they pitch them against each other
lit fuses
poured petrol on fire
and sat back
to watch their entertainment
Yenson Feb 2019
Rabid wolf in white fur
why do you hide in the arctic wilderness
Is it because you are a coward
Afraid to show yourself without camouflage

You're not real or true
just another odious scavenger
with no valour or skill
Just an affront to the tribe

Your red eyes weeps blood
for cowards die many times a day
your cover is your only strength
strength in invincibility no
just a rancid white *****
that's all you are
Yenson Apr 2021
see my conquest of past splendours
worthy dignitaries of days and nights of willing beauties
oiled in delight and loving glazes
sincere throes in truly giving pageants
sharing acceptance from real depths and passions unmatched
we did well and kept it real
so bear with me
when I say I have tasted the sweetest wines
I miss nothing and left little undone
in the most glorious manner
so what is now
what is to hanker and miss
when I have walked with the bests of my times
I was there and they were
and would all remember that one
that is like no other
because this was one that had the feelings
and shines in sweetness and truths
I miss nothing
I am grateful
I can die happy
Yenson Apr 2021
Its the recognized profession for the losers
word has it there are over five million members
no qualifications required cause they are already tossers
just bring your sick minds and all the filth of your inner chambers

Its the recognized profession for the putrid cowards
talentless sour inadequates who are remarkably unworthy
those sad nobodies with inward visions and thought backwards
who hide in big shame and anonymity deriding betters praiseworthy

Its the recognized profession for the psychos
pathetic narcissists resenting able qualities and successes
vitiated miscreants who feeds their neurosis's by making pathos
for the pains of wounded dark souls needs to share its fired miseries

Its recognized profession for the frustrated never-do-wells
beaten senselessly by envy and jealousy they fume in outrages
blunt minds plunge into vociferous taunts and torments of hells bells
raining bile's, ranting, lying, venting and recording like the city savages they are
the pitiful cripples hidden in caves without a Messiah to help them
but keyboards and numerous anonymous aliases
Yenson Jul 2022
Ugly thoughts comes from the ugly minds of ugly people
who see beauty all around and know they are not one
they hate themselves as much as they hate the beautiful
its sad for them and a sad fact of the beautiful world we live in
had they known its possible to be beautiful in mind heart and soul
and those that are soon see how attractive they are to others
perhaps the ugly ones with ugly minds and ugly thoughts
would genuinely know that beauty is only skin deep
and its how kind caring considerate positive and loving you are
that really means something enriching fulfilling and worthy
and in that honesty comes an inner glow that glistens and shines
with an unperturbed vibe that resonates lyrical calmness
Yenson Apr 2020
Oh dear!
now you've gone and upset the bullies
don't you know they are such sensitive lot
insecure and under-confident, dumb and wet
that's why they are bullies, don't you see
You just went and told them the harsh truth
now they are hurt and hiding away in shame
you made them cry and stop reading poetry
they live in a deluded world where they make things up
but you confronted them with the truth as shown on the TV advert
so its confirmation of what they know and now its nationally true
their gripe is all about those seconds timed and mention
You should know that cowardly bullies can only dish it out
they can't take it




https://youtu.be/1aXIRrryQGo
https://youtu.be/1aXIRrryQGo
Yenson Jan 2022
the nameless come to scatter words
in the fantasia of no names
where in malaise they toil
hunting haunts in vapour and mists
hungry fluffs in anguish
lancing nothings for not
tangle scammers mongering soot
bequest of mindless fogs
caved lesser cry an weep
in lament of no status and no names
safe the mantle of cowards
shame of ***** porcelains
vaporous cracked unworthy and unsigned
Yenson Jul 2021
highest rate of illiteracy
highest rate of divorces
highest rate of ***** mothers
highest rate of One parents family
7.3 million people (17% of the adult population)
on anti-depressants
mad dogs and yadda yadda go out in the mid-day sun
we understand your problems and know misery seeks company
we know it seeks to vent, to rage rile rant simmer and pour out bile
and we know all these ills are particularly prevalent in  lower classes
so please know its not only you lot suffering they're seven millions plus
its not something in the water or in fish and chips its all in your heads
and projecting your pains and insecurities to others isn't going to cure you
it will just occupy your weak beings and make you even more crazy
and wittering professional and obsessive dumb dumb woe-mongers
you won't get to be rich cool smart sharp and drive a Merc that way...
We are what our thinking makes us.
Supposing doesn’t fill the grain basket ‘if’ doesn’t fill the larder.
Knowledge without wisdom is like water in the sand.
If you're not part of the solution, you're part of the problem
and that means you have owned problems.
Yenson Jul 2019
Your demonstrations
are indications of my exaltation's
your asinine molestation's
are confirmations of my valuation
your cowardly confrontations
is a sure signs of your deep frustrations
that even in numbers you are still in damnation
puerile and insignificant in dire mindless infestations
serfs and drones struggling stakes-less in foolish protestations
the opaques and transparents burning in hate and sad destitution
Yenson May 2022
Elementary! my dear flotsams
much ado about nothing
far from the road to Wigan Pier
wasted energy on the road less travelled
let them eat cakes
or go down the mines to dig up another name
after all you have nothing to loose but your chains
a nightingale will sing in Berkeley Square
and Hampstead will never be your homestead
so drag your feet and sport your flat caps
down the Old Kent road
where your Old Man's a Dustman
the home of the Gentry is not your castle to loot
your gripe of wrath is actually very boring
hop it and go meet your man on Clapham Omnibus
and if you want to read
the works of scholars
you have to sign your monikers many times
and by jove man
make sure you use the Service entrance
Revolution my iced Bollinger
like Che Guevara was at Margate supping Ales
at the Red Lion ******
Yenson Sep 2021
When you finally see
your finely intricately crafted cages
you will realize
your so called freedom
actually means
free but dumb
go figure
Yenson Jan 2021
The gallant decent man
saves and spares the blushes and emotional pains
of the compromised hapless lady
coerced into skulduggeries and murkiness
manipulated, intimidated, unable to protest
she will do as bided
for murky contrived machinations is their game
what can she do but play along with things

Whilst the wanton selfish spineless cad
will seek companionship aside him
afraid and guised in cowardice in the arena
a gallant decent and brave real man
reads the play and removes all collateral damages
what gains the brave to see another suffer  
the fight is not yours he says, go find your peace

the lady sees the courage and decency of a real brave
the muted cordial accord speaks volume
the unspoken decency of a class act
for had it been a brazen compatriot of anodyne fervour
would not she say, let me go again to lure and daze
but so, was the edict, I have done what I was made to do
let me be

while senseless idiots huff and puff in piffles and tattles
and dopes and halfwits galvanizes in irrationalities
where lesser beings lose their heads and hearts
and sensibilities becomes evasive illusions
with grievous envies ingrained in the mindless
Fools rush in where Angels fear to tread.....
Name a new Play, and he's the Poet's Friend,
Nay show'd his Faults—but when wou'd Poets mend?
No Place so Sacred from such Fops is barr'd,
Nor is Paul's Church more safe than Paul's Church-yard:
Nay, fly to Altars; there they'll talk you dead;
For Fools rush in where Angels fear to tread.
Yenson Aug 2018
Bony small fingers wrapped round the cup and lifted it to pale dry lips
she took a sip and lowered cup
Sat opposite I looked at a face that was once to me the most
beautiful face ever
Now for the first time in my life I had undoubted confirmation
that beauty does fade
And those that say 'beauty is only skin deep were right all along

I was never in love with her, I liked her, liked her a lot, but right
now I sat broken hearted
Heartbroken because to me God's magnificence has been defaced,
the Divine work of The Most Divine has been destroyed
How could this be, how can this happen
Is evil such a powerful force, powerful enough to obliterate the face
of an Angel.

Yes, I know the prettiest Rose will one day wither and die
Yes I know nothing last for ever in our world
Yes I know we will all grow old and die
Yes I know night turns to daylight
Yes I know we all return to dust

It hurt, it hurt, it hurt, for how can Aphrodite turn into Medussa
within the course of a year
To twist the dagger in me more, it seem as if all the changes were by her deliberate design and welcomed by her
How can one blessed as such decide I want to alter myself and look
the most unattractive I can be
It was as if Lucifer stood there, saying 'you see my power, anything
you consider worthy, proper, Holy or beautiful, I can *******, mess up or destroy'...

Small bony claws put down the cup after the final sip, internally I was in stunned disbelief, how cruel is evil, how can an Angel be
thus disfigured. Where is God, why allow this.

I was never in love with her, I liked her but never had any reason
to think we could be an item. But her beauty always reminded me of God's magnificence and induced praise to God anytime I saw her. Now the hurts burnt so deeply into my soul, that I don't believe in the beauty of humans anymore. I was shallow somewhat
Now I know only Inner Beauty matters and everything happens for a reason
Ashes to Ashes
Dust to Dust
Yenson Feb 2022
And I did and will always do
and the devil be ******
I am a pure and virtuous Advocate
unlike
those dumb amoral miscreants
farted by the devil
and tortured and roasted into his
devils advocates
Even the devil knows they are
disposable wastage
trying to impress him
like its not the easiest thing to work
for the devil
but these are the devil's advocates that are too dumb
to know they are too dumb
for even the devil holds them in contempt....
Yenson Apr 2020
As if I give a flying *******
or can be donkeyed by assorted mixed nuts
a disrepute of unqualified labourers working desconstruction
going nowhere slowly in the fools' errand championship of losers
since when do the blinds fly fighter jets and butchers are Surgeons
As if I give a rusty **** dime
Yenson Apr 2019
His mind is all over the place
emotions up and down
he's confused
he's mixed up
he's having nightmares
he's crying and raining
he's brokenhearted
he's twisting
he's spinning
yeah
he's a kiwi-fruit
with three legs
and lives in
the minds
of idiots
with
colourless
brains full
of fish and chips
Egalitarians please note:  “No one else has access to the world you carry around within yourself; you are its custodian and entrance. No one else can see the world the way you see it. No one else can feel your life the way you feel it. Thus it is impossible to ever compare two people because each stands on such different ground. When you compare yourself to others, you are inviting envy into your consciousness; it can be a dangerous and destructive guest.”
Yenson Sep 2018
The clone walks and enjoys such wrongful adulation,
Urban myths, falsehoods, lies, such awful fabrications
Knowledge is power make sure its transmogrification
Smears and stench is vital to put our clone in isolation
Defamation and slander in abundance not in moderation

The real man looks awestruck at this nefarious transformation
Sees truth murdered and honesty and decency held in toxic strangulation
Humans have a greater propensity for lies, its has much richer fascination
Lower minds desires basic mental gratification not tedious logical education
They want no news about joy and do-gooders, more about sick disfiguration

The Real Man sees his unblemished life soiled and tainted to sorrowful extinction
To look innocently becomes wantonly ******* women and gals, a ridiculous insinuation
Innocent speech to primed recipients takes on salacious unintended
bent and corrosive modifications
His just and precise actions mangled and their gross interpretations begets their erroneous  illustrations
Clone now walks with character traits and form  far from nothing like The Real Man's true disposition

Then news by lovers now state the Man is the best ever ***** passions without constatation
Not one or two or three ex loves now talks of a smooth hard soft Dolphin and swimming in hot magical elation
Passion, style, rhythm, rock and roll unsurpassed in lustful cool sexxy celebrations
Alas, We can't damage this real prowess so just demonize and ******* and ruin his physical reputation
Talk dirt, turds, talk stupidly about water and no *****, angry little men scream  and stomped in exasperations

Well, Clone shares same as the Man's famed ding ****, and even though hated lives in some females imaginations
And became a guilty secrets and fantasy lover for some knowing ladies when in relaxations
Think of that Charismatic clone with that  magnificent hard pole close and tight in amourous actions
All ready a bone of envy and dread for their menfolk, their worst fears now lives in their women's vivid minds realisations
My clone now makes sweet passionate love with my tool to different moisty **** ladies with my deft cool moves in delightful motions.
While the real Man is banned to loneliness and sentenced to involuntary abstention
My lucky clone is rampantly *******, licking and ******* in fantasy lands from imaginations to vivid imaginations

There you go Clone..Yeah!..move it..darling, yah! move it!....that's it! Wow!!...Oh..Oh...Oh.....,!
Throw me to the wolves and I will return leading the pack.

The world breaks everyone and afterward many are strong at the broken places.

It’s not the strength of the body that counts, but the strength of the spirit.

You have power over your mind, not outside events. Realize this, and you will find strength.
Yenson Feb 2020
White thieves, Extortionists and Gangsters
declare me a grass for standing up to them
they said they were going to ruin and destroy me
I refused to be intimidated
Do your worst I replied I've done nothing wrong
Now I'm jobless and a pariah
isolated, harassed and hounded
made untouchable like a *****
they tell me gleefully
A criminal grass will be killed
A non criminal Grass will be made to **** himself
They said they'll make my life hell
We will wreck your mind with terrors and nightmares
make you a void of nothing but emotional pain and sorrow
each and every hour of each and every day
No help or support, no progress no joy
Just absolute miseries till you top yourself
We rule this manor they said, we have connections
No one will dare come to your aid or rescue
We are the gods and goddesses in this Nation
If anyone help you they become like you
we can find secrets to make offers they daren't refuse
We know the pedos, the secret thieves and the adulterers
We know the sins they all hide from their neighbours
from the Preachers to the Politicians to the man on the Square
And if by chance we can't find any dirt, we'll make it up
and cake you in mud like a Michelangelo's David
and make it stick, like we do with you, innocent stainless man
Your days are numbers, just go top yourself
In dire straits, alone and without support anywhere
No I say, I am not frighten of you ad stand in truth
I know and have someone more powerful than you all
He is called GOD.....come do your worst......
Yenson Aug 2022
you would think rulers of clone and fantasies
would forego their tanning the bleached
to satiate their narcissistic desires
in impressment and besieged
of black crown signifiers
and in minds diseased
turn envious criers
thieves peeved
now fryers
bacons in the sun
lummoxes and wraiths
in remote control to use a pun
the the flying monkeys are the slaves
in malaise the blanched are having fun
come join war of illusions et delusions for lames
mad dogs and you know who go out in the midday sun
and our republican new world revolution is our only call to fame
Do people still take the mickey in this heat...some do I suppose!!
Yenson Oct 2020
Oh you
Son of kings
one like none
lauded Regent
Rarefied and pure
Esteemed ordained
In Divine grace I bow
I honour the edifice within
emboldened by talent sublime
governed by a mind refined et cultured
encased in robust hue and hugely adorned

as it is it attracts the pestilence of the lesser
the gifted knows the price of renowned
as the lesser know the price of nada
so the rages of vapid insignificance
in violent tumult toils and turns
dancing with shabby shame
for in unreachable grasps
no dignity in disgrace
mere limpid ghosts
vaporizing terror
in ghost-speak
meaningless
nothings
from
who
“You cannot hate other people without hating yourself. "Love me or hate me, both are in my favour. If you love me, I will always be in your heart, and if you hate me, I will be in your mind.
Yenson May 2019
A dense fog
hangs overhead in clammy sooty mass
turgid polluted disparaging, insipid cloudy irrelevance
harbinger of hails and storms and those muck seeps in drains

A diamond peers from its granite home
from it emits dazzling rays of pristine brightness
multifaceted hues of amazing colors in lustrous splendor
in quiet dominance its radiates the wonders of a creator divine

Look, says the dense fog hung in languid bleak recess
there's a diamond high on that mountain pinnacle peering through
Diamond, says dense fog, you don't look so well, I can see from here
you are burning, you're ablaze, you have a very high temperature
you look so pale and appear to be changing colours by the seconds
you must be jaundiced as I can now see you turning yellow and green
My, my, you must be in the most awful pain, you really are blazing
you really must go seek help immediately, you are dying!

" I am fine " says the Diamond quietly.............
A foggy dense cloud is always a foggy dense cloud, thank God for the sun and beautiful blue clouds. Some never quite know how to handle reality or confront what is real under their noses.  A polluted brain never sees the light. What a pitiful way to be...
Yenson Feb 2022
Go study work and make a life in another nation
you must be joking
without my mum dad and all my mates
you definitely are joking
what do you mean out of my comfort zone
what do you mean broaden my horizon
you are joking mate
me speak another language when I can hardly manage my own
haha you're a joker
what you mean maturity and adaptability
what do you mean learn about other places and cultures
what you mean study live and work among foreigners
haha you great jester
you can keep your intelligence, your drive and ambition
you can keep your courage bravery and taking on great odds
no no no no mate do not make me laugh
I can stay right here and steal and bully the foreigners
I am the man
watch me shoot of my cakehole and duck and dive
watch my ignorance and how low I can reach
I ain't even joking mate
it is my birth right
Yenson Apr 2019
A maelstrom of the fiercest
pitiless, uncompromising and heinous in extreme
a rampage of the most calamitous wickedness
the extreme annihilation begging a hanging extermination
But where, oh where did that calmness in midst traverse from
when bigger mortals would have chosen a rope or a leap from high
knowing God's man was not so designed to **** air in radioactivity
yet he stood where all would've have solaced to sleep till judgement
But where, oh where did that calmness in midst traverse from
the warm blooded are adverse to grotesque horrors and pain
the cushioned mind is not immune to Hades dissembling
or stand in duel with the wrath with a thousand guns
or watched unmoved as sinews are brutally hatched
and ****** is poured on glorious builds and deeds
scorched and grounded like microbes to worms
while hideous subhumans laugh in grave glee
oh where did that calmness stem from
he stood and looked within deeply
dug deep to very core
where Adam resided
and saw clearly
Nothing there
resembled
remotely
all that
was
happening around him
his soul had no
receptacles
to link
dark
ness
Yenson Apr 2022
I don't care
I haven't stolen nothing
from anyone
I haven't gone begging
and borrowing
Have no secret hidden life
or stolen goods
so invade away all you like
I am nowt
but a shinning bright honest star
ahoy! invade away
into the deep blinding black paragon
and behold
that you can never ever even hope to be
Yenson Dec 2020
The lilies will dance all night
the thimbles not quite so much
for thimble do get tired and the strength
moreover they have errands to run
they've got to go pick on a niga
its the cancel culture in acute action
on the contract to cancel and check
check this, check that, check it all around
check that crow, check that Raven
no oats for mating is not allowed
and how they talk of love and write of love
the cold blooded kind of love
in and out thank you ma'am
exploded in ninety seconds that's the limit
got things to do, got things to distract us
get a crow and clip its wings
that better fun than dancing around
its the Leninist manifesto for us
we've got the gifts that keeps on giving
we are the tops in Europe, we are super
come join the party and our revolution
come love and have fun but not that one
we have cancel him out without reprieve
but you know what mates
I do not miss being disallowed at your party
I ain't crying hurting or pining
hurray to the great unwashed
hurray to the slimes with gifts
but no thank you
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Yenson Jul 2020
Why is it that all things mass produced
are cheap. ******, inferior, staple and uninteresting
shoddy mass produced fake nonsense in copious amounts
only fit for those low-skilled who produced them in the first place
somebody should teach them about quality so they stop being so banal
Yenson Aug 2020
Life is never a hardship
in a centered core
for in knowing well the self
the vagaries of the external are mere plasma
the inner eyes seek not to find
the meaningless but contentment
and acceptance of the living god within
Go gently among-st the hustle and bustle
feathers may blow high and low in the twirling winds
but gods make feathers they have no need to wear feathers
Yenson Jul 2020
Wasted words from wasted places
idle red visions from minds in idle trances
empty pictures strewn-ed on blank canvasses
opaque musings of malicious judgement in unknown cases
balanced strength offers no testimony other than its true edifices
that which in honor vaporizes the ***** minds laden-ed in diseases
Yenson Nov 2020
A wonderful fable the hussies told
laying velvets over their heinous felonies
in gainsay somersault and agile twists
the innocents become the villains
and The Wigan Piers Boys rode into town
the **** came riding in too
pulling alongside the blinded and the dumb
it were the age of treasons and discontent

"It was the best of times, it was the worst of times,
it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness,
it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity,
it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness,
it was the death of hope and progress,
it was the seasons of lies and slander

It is the time of the mocking birds vengeance
the vendetta of rogues, knave, charlatan and the twofaced
and the vixens and the serpents whispered eulogies
meant for their fathers, their men their brothers and their sons
but it was never meant for the blameless man now in their gallows
they danced and smiled at the kangaroo court and cast their verdict
The Wigan Piers Boys and cahoots then consulted the unions
and the return to Wigan Pier with no parole and hard labour
It is the age of Revolution when faultless innocent man is hanged


Lets learn a little

https://youtu.be/l5baKXjdSjg
https://youtu.be/l5baKXjdSjg
Yenson Jun 2022
Have a chillax
do take seats on yon Yew benches
so Messrs Tolpuddle and collectives
though some say a fitting label should be Narcissists-r-us
I say nothing
but pray do tell us what's your problem
methinks to inquire
what exactly are we all trying to prove
is it perchance
that you have enough members to count cows udders
or maybe show us
that despite all your advancing years
you all have still not vacated the kindergarten playground
for you've all been having tantrums and apoplexies
sporting red faces
smearing mud and bullying cause someone
has what you haven't got
or should we just know
you all are merely compensating for feeble small horns
for you see storms in teacups
and at once you're mind-readers then chess grandmasters
then marriage brokers who also moonlights as cockblockers
you scream equal rights for all yet deny the rights of another
its obvious you all crave attention
and you are aggrieved to the point of senselessness
its the twenty first century now
we've all grown up and put away childish things
so please excuse me if I state
this don't impress me much and I'm not interested
kidadults is not a thing
maturity dignity integrity peace love justice and fair play are
some people need to do some serious growing up
just saying
Yenson Nov 2020
please know
not to challenge or educate
the assumptions of a
vain egotist
as history will do that for you

neither
should you expect from pretend confidence
an apology in the event such
a person errs
for that is merely a reminder
to a weak person
that they are indeed weak

it takes strength and confidence
to apologise sincerely
for errors and omissions
and most do not have
that strength  

walk tall amongst them
head and shoulder above
they do not know that tallness
is not always about height
the little minds only
sees little things
Yenson Feb 2022
Unfortunately for many
its only when in the padded white room
strapped securely in a straitjacket
that they realize their ******* was their reality
and their reality
was ******* by the many for the most
Yenson Aug 2020
Dwell not on recriminations

leave vengeance to the vengeful

for harbinger arrived long time passing

and to each it brings its gifts and wrath in measures

ripe in the fallacy of the standing fallen with debts accrued

in Faust's capes they rejoice their discontents before the ferryman

their living testimonies are requiems that wears selves in indentures

they will pay the unaffordable karmic outlays

it is a Natural Law written in stone
Yenson Sep 2021
And they dither so ardently
hope fervently that I am impacted
for their masters have given them orders
and blind faith is a prize they are reared to pay
but I ask myself in all fairness
what is the impact of consummate silliness
I am still to know what the answer to that is
perhaps though
the question should be
why do their masters humiliate them in a game of
pin the tail on the donkey
when a donkey is not there
is it just to prove how easy it is to manipulate the masses
or how you can create a condition
where supposedly adult people become mere puppets
who will do as told without thinking about what they are doing
Yenson Mar 2020
The woman from the All seeing Eyes
did not drive a hundred miles
rather in throbbing obsessions
Freudian slip and all that jazz
she just parked up close and personal
for in the facade of gentility book thumping
lies a ***** with ***** thoughts and needs
a hot body craving defilement and abandon
fantasies of a ******* snake in juicy apex
bored of same ole same ole in starched drill

In moistured thrill she did once devised a plan
I've got a key and the Teacher is away
come meet me here and lets make fantasies
To get a full flowing fill and memories to twerk
off course its all for research I'll never do such
but l'agent never did took the bait as expected
no ***** mind or inappropriate ways in heart
twice calls were made for presence here
come to my swaying hips in exotic hues
twice No for alas he is not  that sort of man

The woman from the  All seeing Eyes
in wounded pride and bruised ego
in cult warfare drives close and personal
lurid thoughts save for solo performances
in dark with black oh for a right regal stuffing
for its well known the Praises hides a molten pit
behind closed doors hides a multitude of sins
the obsession rages and flutters and leaks
but of course to all its nothing of the sort
she's just playing chess and reading the good books

They wear masks on white painted faces
hypocrisy and superficiality is colorless and opaque
while actions screams out a million tales
do not talk of the fishers of men in two-faced smiles
for when it came to casting stones some wanted wood
when in truth they could state, enough, show mercy here
alas the world is black and white and falsehood must
in reasons lies the unreasonings as in bodies lies urges
look closely and see the fleet of hands that wants the Ace
lady from the All seeing Eyes can drive close and undercover
carrying unknown stimuli in service of darkness within

valleys will always feel better with a big oak at base
methinks all these maidens doth protest too much
go read your books and white wash the dutiful spouse
keep your Sundays holy and hide yours sins all week days
the Leader says love your neighbour as you love yourself
loading parked messages in errands of disturbance denounces
for pure, loving giving hearts will not find errors in innocence
selective prayers selective deeds, Satyr does not rule in half measure
an innocent man was crucified and in your hands lay blood
yet in pretentious zeal you sing Hallelujah to the Son
your deeds betray you, you have soiled the Living Truth
Yenson Aug 2018
So it came to pass at last and sad to know a Timber has fallen
It stood in strength tall and strong for over seven decades
Resplendently toned it spread an uncompromising foliage
Masterly in domain magical in reach attaining untold grades
Humble in origins yet grew with endeavour and knowledge
Distinguishably it cut sway in tundra and in lush green glades

Son of sons of the Land held roots countenancing no crawling
It reached for the stars and danced reasons with every shades
Ran with the sun and sat with owls and vipers for tutelage
Sweeping the very highs and the lows in communal trades
In the jungle of sharks and vipers it be known who's in Charge
A Timber has fallen while the rains falls and blue clouds fades

There's now a mighty hole in the earth and rivers are swollen
Leaves scatter and branches beckon hundreds of onward bridges
Leaving best Princess, flowers and saplings for love and largesse
A notable trunk laid supine free to roam without worldly cages
Odes will enter dancing in guises and tears flow without finesse
A Timber has fallen and dirges will ring out for a man of all ages

Yemessia bows and says Adieu My Senior, we will meet again.....


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Yenson Jul 2018
Be it not me to tell a fool he is a fool

Does he know he dances naked in Red square

Caked in white ochre he twirls around like in a weaving spool

Spouting delusions nonsensically, he lays his befuddled simple mind bare

As he jumps up then he spins, sways, bends, twists, then pirouette like its cool



Be it not me to say he has a stub for a tool

For many are crazed by this affliction of what's down there

Becoming tin gods, tyrants and oppressors, in a cruel merciless rule

Heaven helps the gifted, for the thimble oppressor becomes riddled with fear

Hurling anger and loathing, envy and jealousy, whilst enraptured with the mind of a ghoul



Be it not me to give credence to the antics of a fool

Plainly, we do not dance to same tune, nor have similar tunics to wear

For even in our world of plenty, many hapless lives are shut down by a little tool

Be it with wicked slander or iron sharpened or blazing fire, smallness knows little cheer

Clothed, naked or dancing in white ochre, a stub can cause insanity not taught in Medical school.
Yenson Oct 2018
“Ordinarily, people are anxious to test their theories in practice, to learn from experience, but those who wield power are so anxious to establish the myth of their own infallibility that they turn back on truth as squarely as they can. Politics mean nothing to me. I don't like people who are indifferent to the truth.”

“People think that a liar gains a victory over his victim. What I’ve learned is that a lie is an act of self-abdication, because one surrenders one’s reality to the person to whom one lies, making that person one’s master, condemning oneself from then on to faking the sort of reality that person’s view requires to be faked…The man who lies to the world, is the world’s slave from then on…There are no white lies, there is only the blackest of destruction, and a white lie is the blackest of all.”
― Ayn Rand,

― Boris Pasternak
If you tell the truth, you don't have to remember anything.”
― Mark Twain

“When I despair, I remember that all through history the way of truth and love have always won. There have been tyrants and murderers, and for a time, they can seem invincible, but in the end, they always fall. Think of it--always.”
― Mahatma Gandhi

“Above all, don't lie to yourself. The man who lies to himself and listens to his own lie comes to a point that he cannot distinguish the truth within him, or around him, and so loses all respect for himself and for others. And having no respect he ceases to love.”
― Fyodor Dostoevsky,

“Never be afraid to raise your voice for honesty and truth and compassion against injustice and lying and greed. If people all over the world...would do this, it would change the earth.”
― William Faulkner

“In a time of deceit telling the truth is a revolutionary act.”
― George Orwell

“I'm for truth, no matter who tells it. I'm for justice, no matter who it is for or against. I'm a human being, first and foremost, and as such I'm for whoever and whatever benefits humanity as a whole.”
― Malcolm X

“Be mindful. Be grateful. Be positive. Be true. Be kind.”
― Roy T. Bennett, The Light in the Heart
“Do what is right, not what is easy nor what is popular.”
“Whenever you find yourself on the side of the majority, it is time to reform (or pause and reflect).”
― Mark Twain
Yenson Jun 2020
To the goons who ruled the lagoons
and ***** and plundered in every shores
and built hotels to rob some more on their shores
then witlessly in red rage and devoid of history centuries
when even humans become commodities to trade and batter
and all the juices were ****** into the gleaming porcelain bowls
copiously from the north west east and south with tricksters straws
and the king was in his counting house counting all his money
while tabled coffee tea and cocoa arrived with spices for all
bring sugar and smoke us tobacco with *** from Indies
but sell ***** to the China seas and send the money
today's mercantile ghosts are degenerate Hoteliers
workshy stipends amiss they ape tax collectors
we're taking arms and legs as cost they shrill
renowned takers who takes from all corners
its take or steal or trick or cheat them all
shameless Hoteliers claims birthrights
birthrights built on the spoils of thefts
on the sweat and blood of others
on sorrow and tears of the torn
on languages of chicanery
on heartless inhumanity
on dividing to rule
on leaving them
breathless
Yenson Apr 2022
so they knelt at the starting blocks
waiting for the gun to go off
it appears they can't tell the race
was not a scheduled event
they would stretch skip and jump
and kneel on the blocks again
they said they were sowing doubts
in the Race marshal's mind
and anyway its all  about perceptions
Yenson Aug 2019
Go teach your papas to **** eggs
tell your mamas where babies come from
for if they had told you how the winds blows
you won't sing tuneless songs or copy ostriches
for that big bird hides by burying its head in sands

Tell a looker one and one is twenty-four
and it is so because you know its just so possible
garb a barb and spit in the wind you defer gravity
folklore and lies banter in the muds of urban myths
the spirit-leveler of the lost orphans in parental loses

Been there and seen the lessons taught
while the moves to commotions via in motion aghast
save your references for that cheetar's been and gone
and basement dormitory rearing traumatizes puppies
the incessant barking reflects the unwell unhappy pups

Papas never ****** eggs as granny did
mamas had babies before they knew what canal was
now the dogs run ravage seeking handlers and grub
fleas infected and cosy mange in city suits and genes
I hear poor dogs  bawling, barking and shrieking in angst
But I do not lay with dogs,
Yenson Feb 2022
Equation simple
do what the mob says
or be classed as a traitor
what choice has a conflicted
but to hope in hammer and sickle
even when every pores screams No No
longing and guilt is masked by esprit de corps
when the mind is blinded fallen tears are unseen
the cage with no bars cradle heartaches with gainsays
sadness is hidden in the tricolour before the masters calls
in wrong is the right to belong to the wrong pretending right
a sacrifice forced in homage to foolishness and small blind mice
hail heart pangs despair an pain and farewell to the dawn of promise
Yenson Apr 2021
The man said repetition
either evolves or devalues
this has neither credence with me
I hear parrots squeaking
pretending speech and meanings
but I know that parrots have no
real understanding
all they do is just mimic words and sounds
and the gabbles matter very little to me
Yenson Nov 2021
Crystal lit six to nine
charmed evenings gliding cool breeze
tender fervent hearts entwined in warmest glows
you remember the park
our love spoke for us in whispers our hearts voiced unfettered
and I loved you so
and the moon swept waves tinkled in hush echoes
on those halcyon eves dancing with starlight's magic
reflecting the within
telling
and she loves you so
when you know you know and our young hearts knew
did we not pen true passions with our souls
and read enchanted lyrics  with honeyed kisses
and watched time stand still in our Eden of two
where we become one
and kindest fortune brought me the perfect maiden
with everything I could ever ask for
and the Hibiscus in restful poses
swayed in the gentle drift of gentle winds
in silent agreements
you have the best for the first
I said I would love you forever
you said
eight fingers
the park is no more my love
but it remains as we do
in our hearts
my eight for your eight and all that was so so true
Yenson Sep 2021
Without me
the simpletons pines
and the vapidity overwhelms them
and in tantrums they become deluded poets
writing about life as only primed dullards can
semi-illiteracy and mediocrity are ******* who breed
crazed *******
and
crazed ******* cannot live without my oxygen and *******
Yenson Mar 2021
Just know us
as the common-o-garden ones
Joe Blogs or plain Jane or even John Doe
and if you like our generic tag is the great Unwashed
of which we are proud as we save the planet by not wasting water

we don't have much
but why worry when we can steal
neither do we go for higher education
that's too much hard work when life is so short
so we put fun first and we drink smoke and make babies

we don't matter much, ahh....
so we crave attention all the time
we demand validation and fight bully and troll to feel alive
lashing out and puffing and huffing all to feel noticed and relevant
its all we can do to mask our feelings of worthlessness and untalented

we are envious haters
cause we have no self esteem or confidence
we hate all those who are assured, confident and successful
should we not when we are riddled with doubts and negativity
causing mayhem being vile and obnoxious hides our pain and anguish
Yenson Dec 2018
You see dearie
When you want to show imbeciles the moon
and you point a finger upwards
Our imbeciles will look at your finger

So don't bother wasting your time
Let them look at the finger
Let them see their moon on your finger
that's Auntie Mona Kists for you

They say life is full of questions
and idiots are full of answers
So they know the law of Diminishing returns
means anodyne harassments is yielding great rewards
Is thirty years of Blackpool a happy life in Whitehaven
Ask Auntie Mona Kists and our persistent gaggle of imbeciles

Alexandre Dumas says " I prefer rogues to imbeciles,
because they sometimes take a rest"
I forget who said "My very existence seems to offend and upset imbeciles. Which thrills me."…
Imagine the laughter induced to know they where on point
even on Xmas day, talk about dedication of the stupefied

Of all human weakness Obsession is the most dangerous
And the silliest.
East end Criminals and the lunatics fringe in cohorts have
infected vigilante mob and demented Racists.
That's Auntie Mona Kists for you.........

More, more, more please!
Hahaha....Hahaha


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