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"barratry" poems
He’s trick, like enrapturing Wherein lies the paradox of his pantheism parapet’s paragon Extraversion embezzlements and euthanasia extortions Diction’s enunciation echoes of opaque opulence Its redolence a savory waft The evolution of psychic clarity’s élan vital Bizarre dichotomous augur the singer’s aural austerity Gypsy Queen, his guitar’s moniker, romanced aimed intention Elaborate elliptical empathy endeavors for posterity’s predication Pandemically  phatic  propriety venerations Their apex crux axis beyond finite solution Carousel ceaselessly ceremony chaos character charisma Cerebral cortex’s ****** matrix The individual must remain sacrosanct Traipsing through the fallow furrows of assimilation’s xenobiotic barratry Like capillaries' capricious and intravenous intrepid Incalculably sensual beyond emotion’s expression Impetus intrigue's intuitional verve Ethology’s entelechy, theosophy’s theophany Zoomorphic zoolatry's social contiguities Futurity's corporeally preternatural fatidic
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Jul 20, 2015
Jul 20, 2015 at 7:13 AM UTC
Salacious mesmerism's endemic impromptu
This is no love poem No love, no art work, no poem No music nor rhythm But of images Of farmers exultant Though they break their backs, Or their bones creak, With every slash of their sickles, The heavy strokes Wounding light in the fiery heat of noon, The gaunt-faced sons of earth, Bringing home harvests of gold To the people's granary, Where no greedy landlords are in sight. For centuries, the land robbers Had squeezed their souls dry In constant toil. It may be that their time is up. But this is no love poem No love, no art work, no poem But of history Of workers milling around a lingering twilight. Pounding their hammers with their might, Ecstatic at the thought of freedom, Yet battling still, long dreaded ills Of feudal ******* barratry, Imperialism Storing up for the people’s cause, Building a new commune in the new place Freed from the landlord-minded President From the imperialist ogres Of IMF-World Bank and Uncle Sam, The warmongers, From oppression And poverty and wretchedness That, like a python, had wound Around them to the end. But this is no love poem No love, no art work, no poem No fictive tale but of radiant truth. As throngs of men And women march Out of their homes With new-found hope, Gathering strength As from a blasting storm, Defiant now of lying saints or heroes Or of murderer Presidents Who speak with forked tongues, As the throng march out into the streets Flooding the cities, Ready to offer their lives for freedom To them would come such happiness, Such love No poem would express, No art suffice to render. This is no love poem No piece of art, no song Only a sense Of how it is to tell of battles won, Of folding in to feel the surge of triumph Though brief perhaps, Within this flashpoint moment Of the people's war.
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Aug 12, 2015
Aug 12, 2015 at 6:24 AM UTC
This Is No Love Poem
This is no love poem No love, no art work, no poem No music nor rhythm But of images Of farmers exultant Though they break their backs, Or their bones creak, With every slash of their sickles, The heavy strokes Wounding light in the fiery heat of noon, The gaunt-faced sons of earth, Bringing home harvests of gold To the people's granary, Where no greedy landlords are in sight. For centuries, the land robbers Had squeezed their souls dry In constant toil. It may be that their time is up. But this is no love poem No love, no art work, no poem But of history Of workers milling around a lingering twilight. Pounding their hammers with their might, Ecstatic at the thought of freedom, Yet battling still, long dreaded ills Of feudal ******* barratry, Imperialism Storing up for the people’s cause, Building a new commune in the new place Freed from the landlord-minded President From the imperialist ogres Of IMF-World Bank and Uncle Sam, The warmongers, From oppression And poverty and wretchedness That, like a python, had wound Around them to the end. But this is no love poem No love, no art work, no poem No fictive tale but of radiant truth. As throngs of men And women march Out of their homes With new-found hope, Gathering strength As from a blasting storm, Defiant now of lying saints or heroes Or of murderer Presidents Who speak with forked tongues, As the throng march out into the streets Flooding the cities, Ready to offer their lives for freedom To them would come such happiness, Such love No poem would express, No art suffice to render. This is no love poem No piece of art, no song Only a sense Of how it is to tell of battles won, Of folding in to feel the surge of triumph Though brief perhaps, Within this flashpoint moment Of the people's war.
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Cataclysmically holocaustal catastrophic cacophony.  Spurious staunch succinct stymie tacit, irate tirade treatise vehement escapade tedium.  Belligerent barbarian of a berserker bodacious katzenjammer.  Ostensibly deterrent savage vicious violence.  Ghastly gruesome grotesque gristly groaty gnarly, awfully terrible hideously horrible heinously horrendous.  Inundate liable culprit, assay relay's convey, inveigh irrefragably inevitable inure.  Tercel theocracy, anticipate angary amentia.  Attenuating arbitration accidence ambiance acoustics.  Diction's enunciation execrating eventuation evocative expletives.  Reconnaissance reconnoiter rectilinear recrimination.  Incessant barratry Bailiff's rake-ness rails.  Détente, demarcate delirious destitute demiurge.  Diabolically maniacal dementia brusque macabre abrupt, annex annul's edifice ******** Spiritual apercu pneuma's palatial estates!!!!
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Oct 10, 2022
Oct 10, 2022 at 3:16 PM UTC
Catatonic Phonics
Paradoxical dichotomy greaves, gauntlets gamut catalyst abstracts.  Ostensible incursion inevitably irrefragable.  Execrating eventuation evocative expletives detente, diction's enunciation executant orotund sonorous.  Anticipate angary amentia, tercel theocracy.  Categorical imperative hubris, invertible investiture objectified manifest.  Capitol appreciation annuities equity.  Argufy philanthropic's panacea, incessant barratry's preterite renditions, retrospectively retroactive's vicarious recalcitrance, futurity's fatidic, oneiromancy's apotropaic.   Elan vital's apotheosis.  Virile fertility's fecundity, mesomerism's resilience estranged ensemble orchestration!!!........let us pray!!!
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Sep 17, 2021
Sep 17, 2021 at 1:28 PM UTC
Ravel reave-y riveness rave it raw, fa ha za....wa la, paw flaw law craw, claws!!!