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Ivan Brooks Sr Aug 2018
There are bloggers and selfie-takers,
Know the difference.
There are noisemakers and peacemakers,
I can show you the evidence.
There are admirers and haters.
Be especially mindful.
There are well-wishers and supporters.
Be very careful
The are naysayers and yeasayers
Always be aware. 
There are brothers and brother's keeper,
Always ready to take care.
There are destroyers and fixers,
Separate them.
There are mixers and blenders,
We need them.
There are writers and publishers,
They need each other.

There are readers and proofreader.
Both read for different reasons.
There are bystanders and onlookers.
Both will be watching.
There are movers and shakers,
One of them has the edge.
There are dreams snatches and vision busters,
Be on the lookout.
There are ghost whisperers and Ghostbusters,
Both have connection to a ghost.
There are buyers and sellers,
Each one benefits.
There are singers and there are dancers.
Everyone provides some entertainment.

©IvanBrooksPoetry
21/8/2018
This is proof my brain is badly wired.
Gray Dawson Oct 2019
Intestines twisted into a bow
Skeleton, no skin, all bone
Chased into a grave
By someone "brave"

Head cut off, and hung at the hips
Mouth sewn shut, wires in the lips
Promised a voice
In a place of just "noise"

Ears forced down into the pharnyx
Tongue cut off, and swallowed
Chained to the dark
Left with a "spark"

Wasabi poured into each eye
Needles poked into the iris, to dry
Breathing fractured breaths
In the times of "stress"

Fingers shredded in blenders
Toes were sold by the vendors
Broke the rules
To be reduced to mere "molecules"

Heart frozen in ice
Lungs cracked in slices with a knife
Crawling towards a light
Dipped in "fright"

Genitalia, mutilated
Thighs and chest burned til it was disseminated  
Walking into the darkness
Trying to reach the "conconscious"

Frigida glacies
Allen Wilbert Feb 2014
Interview With Lucifer

Name is Lucifer, come right in,
you count blessings, I count sin.
It says here, you've been a bad man,
an active member of the ku klux ****.
The number of women you ***** is one hundred six,
you help little kids play naked pick up sticks.
You put small animals into blenders,
the class you're in, has only a few members.
You've done every drug in the book,
you're a two timing, back stabbing crook.
Killed your mom, killed your dad,
says here, that it made it you glad.
Killed your sister, killed your brother,
then had *** with your dead mother.
You're more mean than Mr. Grinch,
you're even making me kinda flinch.
You make serial killers, look like angels,
for fun you shoot yourself with staples.
The people you killed is in the hundreds,
you keep the bodies in your two dungeons.
You eat flesh and drink their flood,
you deserve a movie up in Hollywood.
***** a nun and left your *****,
you're over qualified to be a demon.
You once burned an entire town,
you've been a bad, bad man Mr. Brown.
Not even the devil, will be your friend,
you will burn here in hell til the very end.
Michael Bauer Feb 2015
walking through the big flea market

off of highway 19 north of Tampa

looking for whatever and something

curious and kitsch or campy



merchants selling in the parking lot

used blenders and old cameras

burnt out or faulty devices

DVD cases and game cartridges



old rednecks shout out opinions

in a cacophony of drawled signifiers

representing visions of despotic rulers

reigning a tyranny of taxes and decline



old glass containers and windshields shine

scattering high afternoon sunlight in the Sunday sky

sitting and resting used and content waiting

waiting for the wear and reduction of time



the market continues into indoor aisles

criss-crossing within a ramshackle structure

plywood walls supporting sheet metal roofing

an aroma of every greasy food wafting into one



people wrapped in worn fashions

whites in Ts and denim

muslim women in headscarves

a black deputy strapped down in uniform



the deputy enforces commerce laws

around the alternative marketplace

a variety of commodities are still available

bongs and e-cigs and incense and **** ****



parakeets cry out down one aisle

a stack of blue aquariums drone a bubbling hum

the stench of cedar and rat **** and hamsters

reptiles basking in the arid glow of heat lamps



all is right in America’s America

the flea market is the floorboard of that promise

an opportunity for anyone to begin

or start again and over and over



a liberal conservatism can be guarded well

with rifles or tazers at bargain rates

a conservative liberalism is applied openly

in the atmosphere of everyone for anything and everything



the dream of the flea market

a black market and a carnival

all of America’s cheap art on display

its people swirled into one



equal in their struggles and desires

reaching for resources and derivatives

buying low and selling higher

stealing and selling short



walking through the big flea market

on a hot and cloudless Sunday afternoon

looking for whatever or something

it’s a fun thing to do


**originally posted to my blog https://sublimeobscenities.wordpress.com on 4/27/2014
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all eyes,
all on me,
all eyes,
hanging
all over me.

milk the silence.

fingertips trace the
splintered podium.

clear my throat,
once,
twice.

"We shoulduh' seen this coming."

great opener.

"Our end was scored
by symphonies of sitcoms,
reality television, coffeehouse blenders,
and fanatical braking.

Our pride in resilience was the
spark that lit the powder keg.

Foreigners couldn't stop us,
for we stopped letting 'em in years ago.

Time couldn't stop us,
for our bodies are made of plastic,

and words don't dent us,
for our emotions are backed by
the most stubborn of metals.

We broke love when we were still young.
All us boys were aiming for quick fixes,
and all you girls were aiming for margarita mixes.
Ladies decided they wanted to nest around the
smoking age,
and if they were attractive enough,
us boys bit.

We all got divorced.

We all got into politics.

Some of us died for a country,
but none of us are sure why.

Some of us ran from debt,
some recorded folk songs on laptops,
some sexed their way out,
some drank themselves to death.

We shoulduh' seen this coming.

But we didn't, so that makes you and I, the idiots.

The smart ones had foresight,
and departed us early.

Now we idiots look to the murderous sky,
and wait."


all eyes,
all on me,
all eyes,
hanging
all over me.

milk the silence.

i raise my arms up,
as though the crowd is crucifying me.

they want to finish their burgers.
they want to stroke each other's egos.
they want to pass the blame on some
distant land,
and stick boots up ***** and wave a few flags.

"So civilization doesn't get to rust,
it goes out in a flash and is carried away as dust.

Mankind annihilates itself in a fit of boredom.

Get stoked for the funeral pyre."


all eyes,
all on the ground.
all skin,
all plastic skin did melt.
all forgotten dreams,
all torn from hidden seams.
all the thin, the fat, the republican, the democrat,
all the white, the black, the chinese,
the arabs, the jews, the druggies,
the christians, the monkeys, mtv stars,
toilet seats, pamphlets,
all the newsreels, dvds,
collector's editions, suvs,
all fuse together,
all in one immaculate heat.

no one even got a chance to applaud.
Copyright 2010 by Joshua J. Hutton
It matters not who you are where from
Each entity has and is a soul things to say
What it sees from where its standing
Upon any given night and any given day

Each soul has a voice and every poem too
Is what it wishes us to experience knowing
From wanting us to gather information
Happiness sadness Love from winds blowing

We make it harder for our souls thinking
That we controll our fate destiny and way
Instead of listening to our souls own voice
And what it has us for us to explore any day

Be it love in all forms from lust to simple care
And it gets angry with us ignoring its request
We often give ourselves advice its our ignorance
Not having been there yet not knowing of its test

Convincing ourselves we know when we do not
Telling others of our own ideas how it should be
Reasons why we should listen to it act upon it
Have bodies minds hearts sail that unsailed sea

It comes to us with a thought a wish a need
And we decide oh no thats not for me and so
We miss its requests for us to find out first
Before speaking for it not allowing do it go

Think of all many advise without knowing
Of things we have never known but insist
Of things situations emotions never learned
Feelings we feel not me but still  never kissed

Saving ourselves religious fantasy from equals
Listening to endless advice from pretenders
Who never have been there but know it all
Without lives putting  lives through blenders

Ignoring our own souls requests playing god
Our souls get angry adding karma to awake
Then us blaming others life others unknowing
When its ourselves to blame  our own mistake

Walk those paths never walked befor then advise
Know more of things we ridicule often true
Know what a situation feels like first of all
They might be  way better than we ever knew

Endless reason there are for allowing our souls
To request us to do as it wants us to do
Then after we experience pass its tests
We might like dislike love admire of them true

Many reasons are there for its voice being poetry
Try to read others writes between lines that be
Think deep then write of how you imagine was
If not known then go sail that unknown sea

https://sep.yimg.com/ay/yhst-13927681880659/bronze-the-thinker-sculpture-2.jpg

terrence michael sutton
copyright 2018
Francie Lynch Nov 2023
To begin with,
We have YOU,
And we have Me.
And we also have THEM, THEY, THEIRS THOSE, WE AND US.
As well, we have:
SOGIES
Asexuals
Allies
Intersexes
Bisexuals
Lesbians
Gays
H­omosexuals
Pansexuals
Queers
Straights
Heterosexuals
Gender Binaries
Afabs
Amabs
Agenders
Androgynes
Gender Blenders
Bigenders
Cisgenders
Cross-dressers
Drag Queens
Drag Kings
Enbies
Gender Dysphoria
Gender fluids
Gender Non-conformists
Gender Queers
Gender Variants
Non-Binaries
Questioners
Transgenders
Transitions
Transs­exuals
Two-Sprits... and
LGBTQIA+
(Flora and Fauna?)

Does Genesis have anything right?
Got a brochure outlining the above and saw a "found poem" in it.
RW Dennen Sep 2014
Forward one, back two, forward one,
back two
A turtle's toil, progress is a distant memory
The collapse of civilizations,
we struggle to struggle
Fortitude bends like willow branches;
encampment of silenced voices

Encumbered by greed-swine
sitting in high places savagely
devouring tax-*****
Their everyday grinding
flesh and bone into greed-blenders

We look at each other, shrug our shoulders,
do giddy little side glances, lower them
And just say, " another day, just another day."
Sam Irons Feb 2015
#7
We are possibility.
Nothing undone:
the red key swung,
the pins aligned.
     Spite and Malice -
you won in Burque;
in Buffalo, in April,
I'll be writing in coffee shops.

Cage made fake acrostics
and clamoured more than us.
He watered himself in blenders
tacked his piano like stigmata.

But really, he just put the right letter
on the correct line (if he
ever wrote a line),
but our house was a mess
of books and skulls
and everywhere you looked
too perfect a nest,

so we tore ourselves apart.
Why don't we stop?
Someone will spend graduate school
anthologizing our correspondence,
analyzing the details we missed,
et al., hic et nunc.

The girls dancing in Budapest
and the guys making passes at you in the snow
reduce us to baser instincts
by counting how we
could, might, tentatively
hurt again
on our second-class driver's test.

Fortunately, I am with you
when you look at computer screens
and you're with me at the bar
when television commercials
show off their bras and the beer hits
harder than libretto
and snus drips down the candle wax
making arcs like the Scott Monument.

The imperfection is bliss,
the knots loosen and move
up our spines. We'll soak
the tub and swell
our glands with menthe
and tumble
     further down the mud,
until we either love or ****
what makes us whole.
SøułSurvivør Dec 2015
... or, who took the MAN out?

Who took the MAN out of romance?
Who plucked the peacock of quill?
Was it a private performance?
Was it by sheer force of will?

Who took the MAN out of manners?
Did it take magical powers?
Who threw in the nails and spanners?
Perhaps they emulate ours.

Who took the FEM out of feminine?
Was it a trial? A test?
Is it SO cool to be masculine?
***inine's what we have left!

Do we all need to lose gender?
Do all the answers lie there?
Should we all be as the blenders?
Is that decree really fair?

I'm for the lady. The gentleman.
SORRY. It's been building a while.
I just came to air out the sentiment
I love the ol' fashion styles!

Who took the MAN from romantic?
I'm guessing. It's only a hunch.
It may be the one who's got plastic
And insists upon

BUYING HER LUNCH!


SoulSurvivor
(C) 12/29/2015
All rights protected
'Nuf said.
Mitch Nihilist Jan 2016
years of negativity
like seeing your
reflection on the other
side of the glass barrier,
I never looked both ways
when crossing the road
because of years
of being blind
to anything that
came close,
waking up
felt like finding
a new strand of
cancer somewhere
every day,
I heard nothing but
voices, I knew I
was hurting myself
but I never stopped to
look both ways,
I realized it wasn’t
just me that I was
impaling with sadness,
sometimes darkness
shines light on life
more than light itself
ever will,
at the bottom of
every bottle my heart
would sit and drown until
I ended up swallowing it
back into my chest,
slowly the whisky
is veering from
being stained red,
every mirror
reflects more than just
a face,
it shows a past
so dark the
background
is the focus,
instead of looking
at the rocks beneath
my feet crumbling
I’ve been taking steps back,
hands like blenders
left on too long
are reaching towards
pulling the plug,
looking both ways
has always been
a problem for me,
but I  finally
caught a glimpse
at what happens
to the left and realized
that change is right.
Samantha Shaw Jul 2014
My insecurities often scream louder
than the little voice inside of me.
Broadcasting and blasting out of stylish speakers
for all the boys and girls to see.
I've been held down,
by demons with travelling cloaks,
woven with invisible tapestry
clutched about their throats.
So to remove the words
I have so carefully purged
out my enigmatic system,
the ones caught and stuck inside my chest
with unusual strength and mysticism.
I took my hand,
jammed it deep down through my mouth
gagged on my fore fingers a second longer
in order to drag them out.
The vile words,
drowning in biled verse,
I drug them out through dreary space
and hung them with my shirts
I aired out days before.
The score of the fight
lies not in the aired out and forgotten,
but in the formations of tones
and phonetic clones
tangled in my web of rotten
sceptical insinuations.
Indelible infractions,
and taking back my sinful actions
are recanting hate, dispelling fate
burning holes within my reactions.
They've altered my vision,
long blurring scenes of scattered days
glass nails shattered in iron blenders
banishing frantic forays.

I've found it easier, less chaotic
to accept instances where I've felt at home.
I've come to enjoy devilish voices when I've lost it
because at least then, I'm not alone.
Minuscule Ego Jan 2016
Liberians, US blenders
Always known to portray the best things
Yet are nothing like those other big lenders
But are always assume to hold the worst things
Is that the reason why they are always the big spenders
Always the ones to portrayed the best of the worst things.

"Liberians portray nothing to hold the big things."
Liberia- Tis not much, but tis wholeheartedly true.
Andrew Aug 2010
Locks for locks
and chicken pox,
a childish fit
for childish thoughts

Left for dead
left, right, red,
confused with age
but young in head

Youth will yield to age.
Truth will tell all rage,
hidden in a heart,
hidden in your art.

Expressed without much thought,
emotion caught off guard.
Perhaps your mask needs healing,
facades that must be peeling.

And still I'm feeling lost
Myself, my own, my frost
My cold demeanor falls.
They say, "Just grow some *****."

For gender dictates most,
and blenders will play host
to mixing and to matching
pretending I am acting,
pretending I exist.
Written in red ink, so it's supposed be "read in red," if you will...
Christian Nov 2010
There was once a man,
he was short and had freckles and he had hands,
hands that crushed apples,
he'd joke and say
"I don't need blenders"
we'd laugh,
but I always thought he wasted an apple,
this man was rough,
like concrete cinder blocks,
imagine rubbing your knuckles on those,
I saw this man fly once,
his eyes were wild,
I could see his chest burning as he said
"Never let it die"
I never knew you fell as you flew.
There was once a man,
this man knew that life held you by the toes whispering
"this little piggy"
a man who told life he didn't like pigs.
He was friends with Death,
He told Death to die and Death just laughed.
There was once a man,
and this man died,
with one finger in the air and a smile on his face,
I think he said more in death than he ever said in life,
he said...
there was once a man
(Creative input always welcome. Critique, please with honesty tell me what I could improve. I want to learn to become better. Thanks)
Patricia Drake Jul 2013
Carassius auratius auratius
exhibited
live
in live blenders
for our sake

Would you
out of curiosity
or simply
if you had the chance
push the button
and destroy
lesser life?
f Apr 24
bearing the world upon your shoulders
crippling to grasp and smothering to your soul
is this world even worth it
when there is so much darkness
atlas telamon, enduring atlas
the fates born and fostered by you
past, present, and future are
within your arms
the weight is magnificent
the torments and sins of this world displayed so glaringly to you
the pains of humanity are your pains
dread of uncertainty haunt your mind
regrets are
everflowing
yearning for past love in present time with the future a fog, but known too well
as history repeats itself over and over and over
right before your very eyes
you see a glimpse of light
effervescent
fleeting moments of light in this world do occur
but this
this light is strong, it is powerful, but as imposing as
dandelion tufts in a field of grass
like nothing you’ve ever seen before
it takes your breath away
this light is welcoming, like a laugh, but
dare you look?
dare you entertain something more?
you let yourself gaze and behold
a familiar beauty
distant memories and uncoordinated thoughts rush in
the screams of this world
the moans of your own soul
and you realize there is no darkness without light and no light without darkness
it never was and never will be
for all the magnificence this world has to offer
this light was the most beautiful you’ve ever seen
and you look
you really look
for more than a millennia you’ve shouldered the world
the inhabitant’s sins growing to become almost unbearable
the horrors manifested in such barbaric ways
in fact in many ways, you saw the earth was simply
a manifestation of your own inner self
you had become something different in carrying the weight of this world upon your shoulders
or were you always this way?
you are almost blinded with the light
and you falter
you shrug
you feel your shoulders lower, ever so slightly
this small shift in your stance causes the entire earth to quake
earth’s oceans thrown into a multitude of hurricanes
glaciers fall and cause cataclysms of avalanches
earth is no longer recognizable
and yet your soul remains intact
thunderstorms and lightning light up the heavens
dark clouds resemble thick smoke
a battle of the gods
giant gusts of wind rush over entire bodies of earth in the time it takes to whisper your name
violent tornados whisk the contents of the landscapes away
turning shards of ice into lethal weapons
and jungles into something akin to what was once the oceans
deserts into blenders where sand is more like billions of bullets
and swamps into sinkholes the size of continents
and through this all, happening in only a matter of moments, you worry you’ll blink
and the light will dim, or vanish entirely
what if the light was a dream?
but if felt like the realest thing you’d ever known
so unabashedly existing, almost in spite
darkness made this light stronger
this light gave darkness its origin
and as the flames of this world flood your peripheral vision
the light in your pupils
you inhale
and you blink
as your eyes open, you sigh out huge relief
the light is still there
and in breathing, your shrug becomes full
the world inferno crashes from your shoulders
the poles of the earth leaving your grasp
plummeting into the cosmos of eternity
embraced into the arms of another orbit unknown to you
out of your vision and off of your shoulders
your soul remains intact
and with great effort, and patience, you place your hands upon your knees
and you stand
to see the light in its full glory is to know that this world never meant anything at all
and you inch forward
for the first time since almost even you could remember, you’re not stagnant
and as you get closer, you marvel at how the light shines the exact same, not darker
not even brighter
you had wondered if you would see the light more clearly once you were closer
but no
this light existed in spite of you, in spite of the heavens, or hell, or the conception of this world
and your arms reach out, trembling
your breath shuddering
your skin is on fire, and covered from head to toe in goosebumps, you feel the winds of time breathe on your neck
suddenly the light envelops you
your eyes well into tears and your body quakes from your sobs
as did the earth
silly earth
no truer joy could you imagine
no stronger ecstasy could one feel
your body relaxes, and you breathe in sync with this light
you vow never to leave the safety of this light
if you had to carry this on your shoulders forevermore, you would
and you would not falter
and you would not shrug
your eyes already covenanted to never look away from the light, but to marvel together at the universe
in harmony, you move as one
your breaths and laughter creating a symphony of sound and light
a rose nebula
amongst many, yours and the lights story would be a sacred teaching, passed through the ages of humanity
written in stone
carved into the rocks of our planet
told through ritualistic dances by shamans
shouted before the battles of vikings
transcribed by the poets of all time
made into lullabies for the offspring to come
your very own song of solomon
eventually this story, your story, would turn into fable and myth
the earth so far removed from your presence
galaxies away
no matter who believed your story, or thought of it as a simple bedtime fable
it was always told as
the epoch genesis of love

4 - 24 - 2024
The woman on the bus was delirious with headache. "*** burn! *** burn!" She moaned. "If it burns that bad stick it out the window!" The helpful driver commanded, ordered, and otherwise instructed.
Big Virge Aug 2021
Now When It Comes To Weapons...
... That TRULY Threaten... !!!

Many Are DRAWN...
But What Can Be Called...

To Be The...

... GREATEST of Them All... !!!

But To Apply The Word... “ GREAT “...

ISN’T Quite What Relates...
To Weapons Displayed...
That Cause HURT And Give PAIN... !!!

So This Piece of Wordplay...
Will Look Into Weapons...
That Employ The BRAIN... !!!
And Others That STRENGTHEN...

How POWERFUL Folks...
Now Keep People CONTROLLED... !!!

So That Weapons Like These...
RESTRICT Our Human Breed... !!!

Just Like Technology...
Is Doing... CURRENTLY... !!!

And How People Who Lead...
Use These Weapons To KEEP...

The Masses In Zones...
Where Their Weapons Take Hold...
Like A... Viral Disease...
That Locks Down The Streets... !!!

WITHOUT Using Armies...
UNTIL It Is Deemed...
That We All NEED VACCINES... !!!

Do You See What I Mean... ???

Some Weapons Are CLEVER...
And Hit Like BAD Weather... !!!!

Or Dodge Like Mayweather...
When Facing Vendettas...
Brought By Boxing Fellas... !!!

And Then There’s Agendas...
That SPIN Just Like Blenders...
With Weapons CONTENTIOUS...
Like... VICIOUS Contenders... !!!

And What About Gender... ?

When It’s USED Like A Weapon...
That Nowadays THREATENS...
... Freedom of Expression... ?!?

A Weapon That’s Spreading...
Like GLOBAL INFECTIONS... !!!!!!

You SEE There Are Themes...
That Infuse Poetry...
With Thinking That’s DEEP... !!!

A WEAPON I USE...
To Speak On Issues... !!!

But Now See That Views...
That Deal In The TRUTH...

THREATENS And Lessens...
Your Chance To Get Through...
To Feed Masses Who...
Are Constantly Fuelled...
By Media Tools And Industry Crews...

Whose Weapons Are FOOLS...
Who’ll... Distribute Tunes...

That... AREN’T All That Good... !?!

But Are Given A PUSH...
By MARKETING CROOKS...
So The Masses Get HOOKED...
And Concerts Are Booked...

Because of The Way...
That Their Songs Get REPLAYED...
Day After DAY...
On Mainstream Airwaves... !!!

You See NOTHING'S As Straight...
As People... Like To CLAIM... !!!

When It Comes To The Names...
Who Are Constantly Seen...
Because They... ENTERTAIN... !!!

RATHER Than CHALLENGE Brains...
Through The Art That They Make...

CONTROL Is The Weapon...
That REALLY DICTATES... !!!

What It Is People Say...
In... Various Frames...

It’s A POWERFUL Tool...
That A Gun CAN Reduce... !!!

But CANNOT Take Down...
When CONTROL Is What’s Used...
To Give People CROWNS...
Or To RULE In Courtrooms... !!!

Which Now Leads Me To Courts...
A Weapon That Breeds...
... Many CONTROVERSIES... !!!

When People Walk FREE...
Or RIG... PRESIDENCIES... !!!

Because of Whose Given...
Supreme Court Positions... !!!
A Weapon That Meddles...
On... MULTIPLE Levels... !!!

When POWER Is Used...
To Distort And ABUSE... !!!

The Truth To Confuse...
Or To Change A Decision...
Like... WHO Gets To RULE... ?!?

And WHO Gets Positioned...
To SET The Conditions...
of How This World Runs... !!!

A Weapon That’s HUNGRY...
And Feeds OFF of MONEY... !!!
That... CONTROLS BILLIONS... !!!

A POWER That’s GREATER...
Than... ANY BIG GUN... !!!!!!

Or Bomb That Is Dropped...
To Aid An INVASION...
To CORRUPT Governments... !!!

Its QUITE An EQUATION...
That FUELS THIS Question...
When It Comes To Weapons... !?!

Because MANY Are Drawn...
And Leave People Forlorn...
But The Power of Thought...
And Sway In The Courts...
Like... MASS Distribution...
Breeds POWERFUL Movements... !!!

So Now In CONCLUSION...

Now Corona Has Called...
For Freedoms’ DOWNFALL...

Could BIO WARFARE...
Be What People Declare... ???

To Be The WEAPON...

That’s....

“ The GREATEST of Them All ? “
Now that humanity has, SO MANY, it's an interesting question, that asks, which one is the most powerful, or dangerous !?!
Steven L Herring Nov 2016
Chicken Littles coming out of the wood work
Like maggots out of a dead deer dangling
From Santa's sleigh ride

Got a devil in the white house
What's new?
You can't recycle old news
You can't put dead bodies in church pews

Pockets full of politics
Heads stuck in blenders
We'll all become activists
As long as Samsung and Zuckerberg can make it happen
On eight inch screens!

Never lifted a finger for a cause past a ballot box
Never gave a fork full of ***** for bums sleeping in parking lots

All of a sudden,
Everyman was stuck apologizing to a female
For an offhand comment
To an off brand television host

Meanwhile, it's still cool to walk up to a reporter
From the five o'clock news
And **** her right in the *****
While she's recording the neighborhood's on going blues!

But hey!  As long as he's not running for office,
He can say what he wants in front of cameras
About any jive female's orifice
Right?

Hmm...

I'm sorry,
Maybe I'm just confused
I don't know what's right anymore
When everything's wrong....
I'd rather just crawl back into my 20 something hole
And take hits from some ****.

I need a good body guy
My ride is a wreck
The engine just sputters
All of the passengers are *****

I give up hope
I think it's a total loss
No one wants to listen anymore
and everyone's the boss.
Anais Vionet Apr 21
(inspired by ‘Dusty Rose Dreaming’ by vb)

We’re powdered city girls heading into a club,
bright orchids entering the hothouse,
spreading fun with noblesse oblige,
qua somethings suited for silver screens.

Our attention’s as uncertain as the stock market.

Experts at mixing trickery and disguise,
we’re but vague summations of nature,
as we sparkling preen, like excited atoms.

Rouged and kohled to unnatural colors,
dressed in silk-whispers to tease and entice,
in neon-light, broken by par-cans, scanners
and champagne flutes, we’re superhero-like
immune to societal judgment and aghast rebuke.

In our few, fleeting nights of youth
let our voices chorus in laughter.
What’s it to you? Tell the truth.
.
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Songs for this piece:
Baby You’re a Superstar by NuDisco
Love Land by the Blenders
Nostalgie Du Voyage by Nightflight
BLT Merriam Webster word of the day challenge:
Noblesse oblige: those with high social rank or wealth being generous to the lower ranks.
qua:  a substitute preposition for ‘as’
Dada Olowo Eyo Aug 2018
Suddenly blenders have become kit and kin,
But we forget our elders made do without,
Modern men and women too fat to lift a finger,
Take shortcuts in blended greens, reds and yellows.
Nigerians have suddenly discovered that they can blend all sorts of fruits in an attempt to keep weight down but they forget the real reason is leading a couch potato life - our forebears lived longer because they moved about more
Spelz Aug 16
We were embers of danger embedded in
plight

We threw gender to blenders and begun a new fight

We surrendered our splendor to sleep for the
night

But our nightmares still tendered their souls for
The light
Big Virge Jan 2021
Well I Guess It’s Time For Heads...
To Now... “ REASSESS”...

What Will Serve Them Best...
Now Corona Has Sent...

A WHOLE NEW NORMAL...
... Into Human Portals... !?!?!

of... Future Existence...
Where ALL These PM’s...
And... PRESIDENTS...

Set... PRECEDENTS...
That Create D I S T A N C E...
That Will Make Humans...
Defend Against Corona’s Spread... !!!

So... As Jobs GO... !!!
Reassessments Now Roll... !!!

WITHOUT Drums In Tow...
Because... For Now...
There Are NO SHOWS... !!!

Well UNLESS They're From Homes... !!!
Because of Futures UNKNOWN... ?!?

EXCEPT... Technology’s GROWTH...

But... Loss of Hope...
Is ALARMINGLY CLOSE... !!!

To... LOTS of FOLKS... !!!

Who’ve Had ENOUGH of Being BROKE... !!!
And Being Told To... STAY HOME... !!!

When... Those In The KNOW...
Will Make You Reassess...
... Talk From GOVERNMENTS... !!!

When Hospital Zones...
Might As Well of Been Closed... ?!?
Because There WEREN’T Droves... !!!
Or A Constant Flow of SICKLY Folks...?!?

And That’s NO JOKE... !!!
Or... Conspiracy Quote... !!!

Believe It If You Like...
Or If You Choose To DON’T... !!!

But Here’s A Line...
To Reassess Rocked Boats... !!!
How Many Do You KNOW...
Who’ve Died From This FOE... !?!

THINK About Your Response...
Cos' It MIGHT BELONG...

In A World of NONSENSE... !!!

Now I May Be Wrong... ?!?
But My Logic Is STRONG... !!!

Reassessments Now...
As Well As DOUBT... !!!

Are Now Floating Around...
In The Hearts of Mouths...

of... Young And Old...
Who Now DON’T KNOW...
Which Way To Go... !?!?!

And NO I’m Not Talking...
of... New Gender Folk... !!!!!

Who’ve Made A Lot Of Heads...
Have To... REASSESS...
What They Choose To Express...
When Speaking On Them... !!!

Because They Have A PROBLEM... !!!
With Being Treated Like The Rest... ?!?

Yes I Mean... HUMANS... !!!!
Who Have To Hear Things Said...
... EVERY Day That OFFEND... !!!

From... Various Heads...
Whether White Or Black...
Child Woman Or Man... !!!!!

And THOSE WORDS THERE...
Are Words of... FACT... !!!

They’ve NEVER REASSESSED THAT... !!!

How Racism Hurts Blacks...
Until We’re On Our Backs...
Lying... DEAD And Flat... !!!

It’s Incredible To See...
These Reassessments Be...
Causing Protest Scenes...

In The Midst of Seeing...
A DEADLY Global Disease... !!!

NOT My Words Folks... !!!

I’m Just ASSESSING The Quotes...
That Are... NO JOKE... !!!

When It Comes To Deaths...
And New Future Trends... !!!

From Tech On The Web...
To Drones In The Air...
To... How New Genders...
Are Filling Up Blenders... !!!

And Of Course WE CAN’T FORGET...
The... CORONA Effect... !!!

That’s Causing REAL STRESS...
To A Lot of... HEADS... !!!

Who Seem To Be THE POOREST... !!!

I Guess It’s Me...
And WILD CONSPIRACIES... ?!?

But When You REALLY CHECK...
And REALLY USE YOUR HEAD.... !!!
And Then Apply BASIC Common Sense... !!!

There’s A Lot Out There...
That Now Doesn’t Make Sense... ?!?

So My Word To The WISE...

Is... SIMPLY...

........... “ REASSESS “.........
There's much in the world now, that as the poems suggests, has forced a great many to reassess !
Walter Alter Aug 2023
Act 2
both sides use conscience for a hook
it's a con artist's suitcase
fill your cup in the Ocean of Tears
there's enough of everything in there
toasters glowing blenders humming
dogs ******* on lawns across the land
in a cloying oppressive sweetness
that could diverge and go anywhere
Club Med’s Oracle Island for example
blind sibyls eyelids fluttering
hissing spitting twitching babbling
it was the wisdom of the ages incarnate
but Bobby was miles from all this
making that fox up a tree deduction
consumed by a lingering half lit dread
of discovering at the moment of death
that his life was an in-flight movie
only with less captivity and more wandering
unsure of coming up with an airtight alibi
he suddenly mobilized his only shield
the lid off the dustbin of history
held against his approaching doom
they give you anything you want at first
the customer can do no wrong
then the high pressure hose
and subsequent foxhole autopsy
great 3 color graphics
they even have a screen saver
yet Fate had a trick up her ****
plucky LeMona it suddenly turns out
as the machinery of Zeus grinds us skyward
has been a spy for the forces of ambivalence
disguised as a bushwhacking retromaniac
gone undercover and surfing the channels
that were woven into the Swami's beard
from the first instant that she knew
the Eel King was a candle lit hallucination
as well as a groping spiritual vagrant
don't you **** with Bobby Eel daddy
it was LeMona and her retinal retinue
of petulant maidens on a magic carpet
Jacobins in Mr. Roger's neighborhood
the boardroom's feral chessmen
puking up last night's takeover
I mean takeout for the 6th time
uh oh I'm getting calm down messages
from my fiance LeMona Oblongata
so I can't even feel illustrious at last
I've been inoculated against everything except
the Eel King's daughter

From "Pageant of Naked Mischief" available on Amazon

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