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CK Baker Feb 2018
lines cut heavy
on a button stretched brow
thick rubber shoes
and dragon canes
fill out the closet floor
gospel sounds
and narratives (drowned)
apparitions set sullenly
amid voices from the past

finger pins
and crosswords
find the favor list
point men and preachers
tip up their tuscany caps
twitching and sign gazing
with spectacles held firm
recurring evening news
and beadledom views

clappers and caregivers
raise a crooked foot
grips and rockers
settle in on the front porch
gertrude grimaces
at an untimely turn
as the gooseberry pie
(with a smidgen of cloves)
chills by the night watch
Harmony Sapphire Jan 2015
Dream Catchers, egg hatchers, baby Snatchers, **** wackers, lip smackers, online hackers, ***** slappers, hand clappers, exotic flappers, lazy slackers, suitcase packers, & back stabbers.

Hate & defeated, cheat & feel the heat. Too weak & petite. Tales of hell, wishes on a well, thoughts are things you can't always sell. Sometimes words can be lies liars tell. One day to your death to you fell.
Pass it on. I don't belong. Some people are wrong. Die. I won't cry.

Pakrat hoarders, pro choice aborters, two faced home wreckers, voodoo curses, retired lazy old nurses.

Deaf & Blind, racist & unkind, poor & unemployed. Broke & exploited. Dumb, old, ugly, & fat. ***** stinking rat. Piles & piles of crap.

College professors, real estate investors, coaches, cockaroaches, poachers, perverts & ******, meat eatting caravores. Bums & addicts drunks & fanatics, obsessive compulsive, stalkers too possessive, insane aggressive.

Author Notes :

Partially true, could be your family.

© Harmony Sapphire . All rights reserved,
Big Virge Oct 2020
Well It Seems Nowadays...    

THAT..." Black Lives Matter "..... ?
Well I'd Say THE HUMAN Factor...  
Is What We SHOULD RECAPTURE... !!!!!!!!  
IN FACT What I Mean Is... "Capture"... !!!  

Because My Lifes' Chapters...  
HAVEN'T SEEN Too Much Data...    
That Humans In Their Manner...  
Are Living By... That Standard...    

There's NO Doubting THAT... !!!  
When It Comes To ATTACKS...  
That Are Made Against Blacks...  

Humanity LACKS...  
What It Is To RETRACT...  
And.... RECOGNISE....  
That Di-vi-s-ive Vibes    
Are... TAKING Lives... !!!!!  
And DIVI-D-ING Tribes... !!!!!  

You See SUBJECT MATTER...  
I DEAL IN.... HAMPERS....  
Those Who Hanker...  
To Work With FAKE DATA...  

FAKE Like.... TANNERS....  
Standing By Standards...  
Doubled Up And Captured  
By Their...  Actions... !!!  

STICKING To Factions...  
Thought Waves FRACTURED... !!!  
BELIEVE ME Sadness...  
Forms Their MADNESS...  

Anger Now S C A T T E R E D ...  
TATTERED And SPLATTERED...  
Like Matter That's SHATTERED... !!!!!!  

You See... Subjects I Factor...  
In Thoughts That I Capture...  
Within My Lyrical...  
Are Criminally Cynical... !!!  
According To Political...  
Subjects INADMISSIBLE... !!!

In Verse of Mine EMPIRICAL...  
Because of THEM I'm CRITICAL.... !!!!!

Via Subject Matter That Simplifies Data...
They Use To Confuse Through NEW AGE Tools... !!!      

Where Matter Is Subject...  
To MUCH That INFECTS...  
Todays' Internet Heads...    

From Online ***...  
To Conspiracy Threads...  

And OF COURSE A WHOLE SET...    
of... " TERRORIST Trends "... !!!!!  

Now Police Have Been Left...    
FEELING Bullets Instead...  
of... Dishing Out DEATH... !!!

Whose Matter Will Be Left...  
To FACE Bullets of LEAD... !?!  

Or Bombs That NOW Defend... ?  
By Blowing OFF Peoples' Heads... !?!  

Something Like ALL These Rappers...  
Who CLAIM That They Are GANGSTERS...  

AND ****** Like Gun Clappers...    
Well Now Its CLEAR They're ACTORS... !!!!!
Whose Chatter Runs... FAKE Data...  

Their Lyrics Deal In... DEATH...  

" Bringing The Pain " ... Like ****'... !!!!!  
But NOT TO... RACIST Feds'... !!?!!  

So MUCH Like... " Them "...  
Things That They STRESS... !!!!  
In Their... " Poems "...  
Are In Need of YES.....  

... Auto CORRECT... !!!!!!  

For LIES They Tell...  
About How They FLEX... !?!

While Blacks With SENSE...  
Face THREATS From Them... ?!?!?  
For... Dealing In TRUTH...  
Instead of Tools...  
Just To Get Some Street CRED'... ?!?  

So Like Bernie Mac' Said...  
TOO MANY Black Youths...  
Are Becoming NEW FOOLS... !!!

They Just FOLLOW The Trends...  
To Get Themselves AHEAD...    

YES... Subjects I SELECT...  
May UPSET CERTAIN Heads... ?  

But NOT Quite Like... !!!  
The LOSS of A Friend...  
OVER... IGNORANCE Bred...  
From A DIFFERENCE of Opinion... ?  
Religion or Dominion...

Or The Skin That People Live In... !?!?!  

This Piece Has Got Me...    
........ " THINKING ".........  

That Things Are NOW...  
...... So SICKENING...... !!!  

That People REALLY NEED...  
Some Form of UPLIFTMENT'... !!!

Well YES That's TRUE... !!!  
But FACING The Truth...  
Has To Be The FIRST MOVE... !!!!  

But THAT With PROOF... !!!    

NOT Media News...  
With Views AskeW...  

Cos' I'm TELLING You... !!!  
They're Making Moves...  
...... AGENDA Fuelled......  

To Confuse And Sep-a-rat-e....  
Through Religion And RACE... !!!  

It's CLEAR There Are Scales...  
That NEED TO BE BALANCED... !!!

And Leaders Whose Actions...  
NOW NEED TO BE CHALLENGED... !!!!!  

So Let Me END This Chapter...    
By Simply Saying... THIS...  

REMEMBER There Are FACTORS...  
Beyond Feelings That... "Capture"...  
Your ANGER Into RAPTURE...    
That's MADDER Than The HATTER... !!!!!  

And FEEDS Like VELOCIRAPTORS... !!!!!  

So DON'T Deny The Crimes You See... !!!  
Because of PRIDE Or A COMPLEX That...  
You CHOOSE To.................. "hide"...................  

Take The Time To TRY...  
To... OPEN UP Your Mind....  
To TRUTH, Falsehoods And LIES...  

And DELVE INTO The DATA...  
Where The ONLY FACTOR...  
That REALLY Matters....  

Is The QUALITY of...  

It's....  

....... " Subject Matter "......
This is from the, " On The Virge ", album, released in 2020.  
Take a listen here :    

https://soundcloud.com/user-16569179/subject-matter-1?in=user-16569179/sets/on-the-virge
Big Virge Apr 2020
So Who Do You … “ TRUST “ … ?!?
  
Do You Trust YOU To Make SMART Moves ...  
And Pick WISELY In Who You Choose To Be WIFEY' ... ?!?  
  
Or Ladies Do You ……  
Trust That Your Baby Will Not Become CRAZY … !!!
When Their Father Is Lazy And Always Was … “Shady” … !!!
  
And I DON’T MEAN ... " SLIM " ...  
More Like ... THAT GIMP … !!!!!!!!!!!!!!
  
Yup ... Chained To SIN … !!!!
Were You Thinking These Things …
When You … Slept With Him  … ?!?
  
Do You TRUST Your Decisions … ?
Take A Minute And ... Position …  
An HONEST ... Disposition … !!!
  
Before You Give An Answer …  
That BOMBS Just Like … “ Obama “ … !!!
  
THAT’S RIGHT I Used His Name … !!!
Do You Trust The Things He Says … ?!?
  
I Could of Used … “ OSAMA “ …
But DO NOT Trust The Saga of Al-Qaeda DRAMA … !!!!
  
Do You TRUST Politicians ...
Who Only Seem To … “ Listen “ …  
To People Bent On Missions ...
of War Bloodshed And KILLING … !!?!!
  
I Trust BUT ... AM NOT Willing …  
To Recognise That Sinning …
Is How Cool Folks Be Living … ?!?  
  
Cos’ Sinners PROVE With QUICKNESS …  
That Trusting THEM Can Cause PROBLEMS … !!!!!
  
When Their Defence Trusts In NONSENSE … !!?!!
  
I Trust ONE DAY That They Will Pay …  
For Threats They Make And Lives They TAKE …
Because Their Way Is To TAKE THE WHOLE CAKE … !!!!!  
  
Do You Trust Yourself When Tempted By Things …
That Can DAMAGE Your Health Like BURNS And Stings … !!!
  
Or YES Like HOT WOMEN Or Drugs That Can Bring …  
The Types of HIGHS ...
That OPEN THE THIGHS of Coc’ Driven Minds …  
  
Do You Trust In Lines That FEED INTO Such Vibes … ?!?
  
I Don’t Think It’s Wise To Trust Your Mind …  
When It’s Been Supplied By What’s FALSIFIED …. !!!!!
  
HIGHS DESIGNED To … BLOW UP Like … !!!
Atomic Bombs And ... POPULAR Songs … !!!
  
My Head Is STRONG … !!!
But NOT Strong LIKE THAT … !!!!!
  
I Trust And Belong …
OUTSIDE of … “Traps” … !!!
Where Rap’s Now Gone … !!!!!
  
I Trust In Tracks That EXPOSE WRONGS … !!!
So Stick To The FACTS In My Versions of Songs … !!!
  
I TRUST Y’all KNOW ...  
That Poetry Flows When Drum Beats ROLL ...  
And Words Are Thrown Through Microphones … !!!
  
Into Those Zones Where STRONG Headz’ ROAM …
And SHOUT For MORE ... Wordplay That ROARS … !!!!!
Through Human Lions Looking For …. “ Zion “ …………….
  
I Trust ONE DAY ... Babylon DECAYS …  
And Allows New Ways To ELEVATE BRAINS …. !!!!!
  
I Trust …. “ REAL RASTAMEN “ … !!!
  
There Aren’t Many of Them Who i’d Now Call Friend …  
I See MANY With Locks But Now Trust Them NOT … !!!!
  
Because Their Rasta’ ... Is More Like Rappers …  
PRETENDING They HAMMER Like REAL Gun Clappers …    
When IN FACT They’re Just Slappers With ***** That Tamper …  
With SLAGS Whose Manner Is DESERVING of … BANNERS … !!!
  
BANNERS That Say …. !!!
  
" TRUST A **’ Today
And You’ll GET LAID In VARIOUS WAYS ! "
  
But Here's The DISCLAIMER … !!!
You Might Get PLAYED …… !!!?!!!
  
I’m NOT A Proclaimer … !!!
But Trust In NO BABE … !!!
Whose ***** Shakes …
  
... ALL OVER THE PLACE … !!!!!!!!!!
  
Cos’ It’ll Shake The Heads of RAVENOUS MEN ….. !!!!!  
  
Who Trust Their ***** …
Before They Enlist Using THEIR BRAINS …. ?!?
  
Do You Get What I’m Saying … ?!?
  
I Believe That TRUST …  
Is A … BEAUTIFUL THING … !!!!!
  
But Trusting In LUST Is NOT FOR KINGS … !!!
And NOT FOR Queens ... Know What I Mean …. !?!?!
  
I Trust That ONE DAY PEOPLE … “ Will Change “ … !!!!
And RE-Arrange …. IGNORANCE And HATE … !!!!!!
  
And TRUST IN EACH OTHER … !!!
YES Sisters And Brothers of EVERY Last Colour … !!!!!
  
And Will TRUST In ... “ TRUTH “ … !!!!!
NOT Being … “ UNCOUTH “ … !!!!!!
  
Because TRUTHFUL WORDS DIRTIED Their Shirts …  
And Left Them ****** … Chickens And Sirs … !!!!!
  
Whose Current Worth …  
Isn’t Even As Precious As THIS HERE Verse … !!!!!
  
That Needs NO Consensus To Affirm Big Virge …  
As A CONNOISSEUR of The Written Word …. !!!
  
I Trust You’ve Read These Words I’ve Penned …  
And Will Take From Them Some Things I’ve Said …  
  
Finally I’ll Express One Last Sentiment … !!!
Whether Partner Or Spouse … ?
Or Business That You … “ Tout “ …  
  
Or Simply When It Comes …
To ... How Your Life Functions …
  
It REALLY Is A …. MUST ….  
To Be CAREFUL Who YOU ….
  
…. “ Trust “ …. !!!!!!!
We all need to be very careful to who it is, that we choose to trust ....
Big Virge Jan 2016
So what is the reason ?

The reason for WHAT … !!!

The reason I be seeing ...
"Ignorance" … in  …
Human Beings … ?!? …

Why are these … " Demons " …
…… " Breathing " …… !?!?!?!

There has to be a reason … ?!?

So Many … Seasons
So Many … Beatings
So Many … Cheating
So Many … Feelings

That …
Leave people … SEETHING … !!!!!!

You See … " Some " …
End up … REELING … !!!
and then  … end up …
…… " Kneeling " ……. !!!!!!!

Asking for … " Guidance "
to … riSE ABOVE … " Violence "

And To …
riSE ABOVE … PAIN … !!!!!

That drives … MANY …
…….. INSANE ……… !!!!!!

So ... is there a reason ?
for people left … " BLEEDING " … ??!??

I wonder … if … ?
" Heathens " …
or … Christians … ?
Be … SEEING …

A Need … for a … " Faith "
that … Relegates … " hate "
and YES …… " Separatism "

To a place where … " Religion "
Does NOT … deal in … KILLING … !!!!!
or … Visions of …. " Living " ….
That … Stand By … DIVISION …  

REASONS ……
for … " Racism " … ???

TOO MANY … to mention … !!!
But … They Need …
….. PREVENTION ….. !!!!!

Reasons for … STRESSING … ?!?

Well ….
Life can be … " Testing " … !!!
when people be … " Messing "
with … How you be … " Blessing "
yourself with … " Wise Lessons " …

Instead of … investing …
in … Spreading … " infections " … !!!!!
where … Reason is … lessened … ?!?!?
to let … "Tension" … STRENGTHEN … !!!!!

What Reason … ?
Now … Feeds … ?
My … " Poetic Themes " … ?

I've written … TOO MANY … !!!
That Prove … I Rock … STEADY … !!!

because my themes … Vary …
from vibes of what's … Scary …
to songs of ….. Chuck Berry …… !!!

So … " Johnny Be Goode "
cos it's a … " Mean Old World "

Use … " Reason " …
and ….. WOOD ….. !!!

to …
" Sweet Up " … These girls … !!!!!!

So …..
What is … " The Reason " …  ?
Girls … get your heart … BEATING …
to the point where … Your Breathing …
Then … Hinders … your speaking … ?!!!?

SUDDENLY ….
All … " Tongue Tied " … !!!!!

while guys who are … " Sly " …
Slip … between … their thighs …
and have … Kissed them … " Goodbye "
before … you can …. " Find " ….

A way to say … " Hi " … !!!!!

Ahhhh well … Never mind …

I Reason with … WOMEN … !!!!!
from end to … Beginning …
and find that … They … " LOVE "…
More than they … " Huh Hmmm " … !!!!!!

What Reason … Defines … ???
Wordplay that … Kicks Rhymes …
and flows … just like mine … !!! …

Where Expletives … " Recline "
and … Good Diction … SHINES … !!!!!

I'd say … " Education " …
Negating … " Playstation " …

and time that is … Spent …
Expressing with … Friends …
are things that … YES … " Lend " …
Themselves to …. " Poems " ….

That … " Reason " …
through verse … about this …

….. " Crazy World " ….. !!?!! …..

So …..
Here's where … These Words …
Now take a …… NEW TURN ……

I Reason with … " Heads " …
who deal in … " Good Sense " …

So ……
These heads aren't … " Common "
and … Don't take … " Offence " …
to … REASON … that … " SEASONS "
just like …… " Gourmet Chefs " ……. !!!!!

or those ….
Who have … " less " …
but … Still Do … THEIR BEST … !!!!!

to leave … taste buds … " Fiending "
for … MORE FOOD … Not … less … !!!!!

Food that is … " Ital " … !!!
and Clearly is … VITAL …
to … " Rasta Man Strength " … !!!

See ...
I Reason with … " Rastas "
who deal in … REAL CHATTER … !!!!!

NOT … " Bogus " … Gun Clappers …
or …. " Ignorant " …. Rappers …. !!!!!!!!

It's … Emcees Who … " Reason " … !!!    
Through Lyrics … They Speak …
Who … INSPIRE … me … !!! …

NOT … Rappers who deal in …
PURE … " Lyrical Treason " … !!!!!

WHAT REASON … " Allows " …  ?!?
Their Pish' … to rock … CROWDS … !?!

while mouths who speak … TRUTH …
and use …. " Soulful Grooves " ….
have to work … TWICE AS HARD … !?!
for their verse to … " Make Marks " …
in the minds of … " Weak Hearts " …
when their wordplay is … SHARP … !!?!!

SHARP and YES … " Pleasing "
to mind states … in … " Regions "
where … " Beacons of Reason " …
Shine BRIGHT … with … " Cohesion "

But … Still give out … BEATINGS …  !!!!!
to … Legions … with … LESIONS … !!!!!!!

because of their … " Teachings " …

I'm an …
" ALL BLACK " … man …
Kind of like … " Polynesians " … !!!!!!

Standing in … " Haka Stance " …

Calling on … " Gods of War " …
for lyrics that …. ROAR …. !!!!!!!!!!!

Just like those … " Maoris " … !!!
YES … Strongly and … Proudly !!!!!
  
I Reason … with … " Patience "
and … try to be … " Gracious "
when dealing with … " Haters "
Whose Reason's … " Loquacious "

Forget about … " Status "
and making those … Papers … !!!

and … STOP … for a sec …
and … REASON … instead … !!!

YES …. with …. " Yourself "
and … BETTER … Your Health … !!!

These words are … HEARTFELT … !!!!

I suggest that you … " Reason " …
for MORE … " Wealth of Self " …

It's just a … " Suggestion " …
That May … " Hinder " …

…… Stressing …… ?!?

So here's the … " Test Pressing "

More Reason with … " Logic "
that's NOT … " MICROSCOPIC "
or … Worse … " Catastrophic " … !!!!!

Will … PREVENT … More Nonsense …
and … KEEP US …… " On Topics " …….

That … We KEEP …
" WELL SEASONED " … !!!!!

To Grow … STRONGER LEGIONS … !!!
Who … EXTINGUISH … " Treason " … !!!!
and ….. " Fraudulent Speaking " …..

So that …..
We Start … " Reaching " …
for Lessons and … " Teachings " …

That …..

STRENGTHEN … our being …

to use … " Logic " …

with ….. " Reason " …..
In these days of Crazy behaviour, and little to, no reason, being shown by so many, it seems appropriate to share some questions as to the reasons why ?
Big Virge Aug 2020
Ya Know I've Heard It Said By Older Heads...
COMPETITION Is Part of Human STRENGTH... !!!

That's TRUE I Guess But Now Detect...
Competitions NOW Have Got DEFECTS... !!!
And DON'T Give Wealth To Humanity's Health... !!!

I'm Older Now So See Just How...
Competitions... DROWN...
Because of CLOWNS...
Now CLAIMING Crowns... !?!

As If They're... KINGS... ?!?
When They're Just.............
COMPETING... WEAKLINGS... !!!!!

Like Heads NOW Kicking Lyrics...
That LACK The Depth And Slickness...
In Verse BIG VIRGE Be Bringing... !!!

My Poems Leave Heads RINGING... !!!
Because My Words Keep STINGING... !!!
Like Cobras That Be... SPITTING... !!!

In The Faces of FAKES Who Just Can't Take...
STRONG BRANDS of SHARP Wordplay... !!!!!!

They QUICKLY Run For Cover...
When They DISCOVER The Rocks I'm Under... !!!

Cos' My Venom EXTENDS...
... PROBLEMS For Them... !!!!!

Because My Chem'... HITS Ventricles...
And Blends To FEND Like Tentacles... !!!!!

That STING These Kids Like JELLYFISH... !!!!!
A... " Man o War "... For SURE... !!!!
When I HIT Shores Competitors ROAR...

"Okay Big Virge, No More, NO MORE !"......

Or Like DURAN... "No Mas No Mas !"

When I Start To PEPPER...
Their Head Like... LEONARD...
Cos' I'm The... Sugar Ray...
Wordplay... HEAVYWEIGHT... !!!!!!!!

TOO HEAVY To Be Found...
On... ANY Dub Plate... !!!!!!!

My Competition Dissipates......................... ..............
And Disintegrates Because They're AFRAID...
of The Kind of Wordplay I Choose To DISPLAY...
... That DESTROYS These FAKES... !!!!!

Competition They CLAIM...
To Want... ALL DAY... !!!

Til' I STAKE My Claim...
To Enter... CENTRE STAGE... !!!
And HIT LAME BRAINS...
With My... MIND SPRAY... !!!!!

I DAMAGE These FOOLS...
Just Like... " JERU "...

Compete With... WHO... ?!?
I'm The Doctor... WHOSE...
Competitive Words Have BIGGER BOOTS...
Than... COMPETITIVE JERKS...
Whose Verse... Lacks Worth... !!!

COMPETITIVE Dudes...
Who Were Born To LOSE... !!!!!!

I Compete With... ME...
NOT GLORY Hunting Freaks... !!!

Because...

EVERY TIME I Rhyme Alphabet Letters...
I'm Trying To BETTER My Form of VENDETTA...
To STAND For... MORE...
Than THESE WHORISH Trend Setters... !!!

I'm A VERBAL GO GETTER...
NEVER Late But... FOREVER... !!!

A Man Whose VIEWS...
COMPETE To... CONSUME...
VOLUMES In Rooms...
Who CHOOSE To REFUSE...

WORDPLAY I USE...
I'm A Bit... " CONFUSED "... ???

When It Seems They CHOOSE...
To BELIEVE It's... COOL...
When These FOOLS Exude...
SO MUCH... ATTITUDE...
About... " How They DEFEAT ! "...

EVERYBODY They Meet...
When It Comes To... FREESTIES'...
That They KICK Over Beats... !!!!!?!!!!!

They're QUICK To APPLAUD...
These... Lyrical FRAUDS... ?!?
Who COMPETE To Hear ROARS...
When They're... Treading The Boards... !!!

COMPETITIVE... Actors... !!!
Kind of Like An X Factor...
For... Wannabee Rappers...
Who … LACK The Bite...
of..... VELOCIRAPTORS...... !!!!!!!!

As For The... Gun Clappers...
They Take JOOK' Like SLAPPERS... !!!!!!

When... Like A SLACK Gangster...
They Get SHOT In The CRAPPER...
Cos' Their **** LOST It's HAMMER... !!!!!!

I Make These FOOLS... " S T T T TAMMER "... !!!!!
When I Utilise... GRAMMAR...
That HAMMERS Like BANNER... !!!

OKAY I Mean... THOR... !!!
COMPETING... Fa' SURE... !!!
When It Comes To A Cause...
WORTH... FIGHTING For... !!!!!

I COMPETE On... Spirit Levels...
That DISHEVEL These DEVILS... !!!
Who... CLEARLY Seem To REVEL...
In Being Given... MEDALS...
For NONSENSE That They PEDAL... !!!

Like PRIEST My HEAVY MENTAL...
Is How I... BURN And SETTLE...

Scores With... BROADS...
I Mean... GIRLS Of Course... !!!

Who... CLEARLY LIKE To See...
THESE Gangster Wannabes'...
COMPETING For Their *****... !!!!

NO MORE Do I CONCEDE... !!!
To PANDER To Their Schemes... !!!

My Competition FEEDS...
OFF MORE Than They Could Be... !!!!!!!!

My Competition NEEDS...
To Make A... BETTER ME... !!!!!

NOT To PROVE To... " Peeps' "...
That I'm BETTER Than Jay-Z... !?!?!

I'd RATHER Be... " The V "...
Whose VENDETTAS COMPETE...
AGAINST The... Powers That Be... !!!!

And FIND A... HIGHER Mission...
Than Being... SOLELY DRIVEN...
To Fighting For... A PITTANCE... ?!?

In PETTY.............

……. " COMPETITION " …….
I was never one to believe that an artists' work should be something to be placed in competitions. People either like what you do or they don't ....

Voting on art is Hardly Ever, Objective .....
Edna Sweetlove Jan 2015
The second poem in the series by my alter ego, Count Orlok the wicked Vampyr*

O how the moon peeps out gaily from behind a pink cloud,
Its light shining wanly on the grave of my fat neighbour,
That ugly old ****, Bert Higgenbottom, follower of silly old Jesus,
As my vampyr fangs glisten in the ***** moonlight.

Ding! ****! The midnight bell tolls like the clappers
And I rise fully ***** to begin the horrid task
Which I have been putting off for months:
The ritual defilement of his mouldy corpse.

What a shock to discover his nightdress-clad body
Lying next to his collection of Doris Day LPs;
Thus I turn the putrid plump corpse over carefully
Before sodomising it with my mighty circumcised ****.

Yucch! It's a grim job but someone's got to do it.
Dark n Beautiful Oct 2015
I am a poet. From me, you will get only the best
It’s called persistent, not defeat
a roller of criticism moves me,

However, to watch my surfer friend Andy out on the wave
driven with the wind, those moments of the great madness
  makes wonderful poetic lines, I sense the rush, his madness,
and his sense of honor.

I shall therefore joyfully boast in my sufferings my friends
However, when you disrespect the poet, you disrespect the art.
you cut your roots at the source, and your thoughts will grow silent,
I am so blessed with the spirit; I am never stumped by fears

Yet, if you hold my poems against the mirror
the mirror would never read the contents backwards,
My messages to the world have no secret.

I am your poet, not your puppet on a string
My words are louder than clappers,
Like a heavily smoke-filled room,
My words might gag you,
because my words speak wisdom

This poet is not ashamed to write from her heart
My poems is like most nightmare transcending
our fears for the best.
I am breathing, I am writing.
  this is the new age of poetry
Elissa Coady Sep 2011
Chime, clatter, clank, ring,

Clink, dream, shuffle, rub

What’s that you say?

Where’s that racket coming from?

Why, it’s the wings on my heart, a flappin’ together

Having one hell of a party

Watchin’ all the pretty people go by.

Red and blue figures running strait out of the aorta

With flashing clappers in their hands.

What racket? It’s a celebration!

Watch the jumpers swirl,

The tumblers whirl,

My own arms flap as I want to hurl

Up all my faults to make room for more joy

To allow my body the ability to express,

That which it cannot.

What is a skeleton?

Just take it away! And my limbs can join the heart runners

A wobblin’ and bendin’ and flappin’ each way

Kiss the day, kiss, kiss the day

What are my innards?

Just take em’ right out!

I’ll have more room

For the smiles of children,

Golding leaves,

And black ambition.

I’ll be able to **** in the morning air with all my being

And fill the cavity where my intestines once were

With real soul soup—savory sweet

And people say there’s no heaven?

This I’ll never believe.
Edna Sweetlove Dec 2014
A lovely Barry Hodges poem

People think that Calais is just a charming port on the flat French coast
Replete with exquisite restaurants patronised by English visitors
Who have crossed the Channel to get a decent meal for once,
And who want to take advantage of the wondrous *savoire vivre francais
,
Even though they will get wittily insulted for their English accents.
There is more: the town has some of the finest late 40s architecture
To be found anywhere in the western world, spontaneously thrown up
After la ville ancienne was 95% flattened by the gallant but clumsy Brits
In what is still patriotically referred to as "La Libération".
But there is yet more to this gourmands' and cheap ***** buyers' mecca:
Believe me, I know, I have suffered a grievous and terrible loss there
When I blundered into a cheese shop on the Rue Royale one summer's day.

My companion that day was my dear fifth wife,  Winifred
(a four foot high but stoutly built ***** with a major speech impediment),
And, being attracted from five streets away to Maison Le Merde,
The world-famous fromagerie, by its unearthly overpowering pong,
My dear one, my lovely ****** spouse, dragged me through the door.
Choking back a desire to gag, she started stammering away to M. Le Merde,
Trying to order a couple of hundred grams of Carré de Mort Absolue,
When Mr L.M lost his rag totally and assumed wifey was trying to mock him
(How could one have known Monsieur was the French stuttering champion?)
And so he took out the cleaver he habitually kept behind the counter
To deter English tourists from stealing his cheesy comestibles,
And severed Winny's darling head in a single fell coup de grace
Which left her dramatically shorter than she previously was.

I managed to escape a similar dire fate by running like the clappers
And hiding in a nice toilette publique (femmes) while he stampeded by,
His mighty chopper in his cheese-impregnated Gallic paw.
And when I reported the matter to the gendarmerie, were they sympa?
They were no more helpful than seins sur un taureau fou
And insisted I should pay for the funeral there and then in advance,
Threatening me with a real good thumping dans mes **** should I decline.
Dear God, I shall have to use a different entry port to France next time
(although sur le grapevine I hear Boulogne is a bit of a dump),
But at least there aren't so many ******* would-be refugees.
nivek Sep 2017
the early Christian church met together and celebrated the sacraments
and at some point they decided(the church that is) to put together the Holy Scriptures to be read at the celebration of the Holy Mass.

Give it a while and all kinds of heresies appeared and was rebuked by the same church, stating the same faith as the early church, and this became known as the Catholic church.

Now there are bible Christians who base their faith and understanding solely on the scriptures, but it was not this way in the beginning and is not the way now for the Catholic church, the one built on the faith of Peter, the rock on which Christ would build His church... the self same Catholic church.
Mateuš Conrad Sep 2016
i'm rereading a book of published poetry,
and i'm feeling democratic about
fame...
              i got a pencil balancing on my ear
like a non-binge drinking Smurf -
i have a doctor's appointment tomorrow
over the phone: a triage, the bureaucrat
lady is clueless about 20th century
mail... post.. you know, lick the envelope
and lick the postage stamp.
she gets about 20 emails a day worth of
cat videos... ****... it's gonna be painful:
                  i need half a week prior to sending
the notice that i'm almost like an amputee and
i have no recyclable third limbs to attach to the missing
one! woman! understand! she's bonkers about
the calendar and doesn't know
anything about carrier pigeons' intelligence...
woman! not until the date, all mailing services have turned
electronic. no they haven't! the postmen are scared ****-less
but that's beside the point! woman: no, wait until
the exact date of expiration. me: it takes hours
to travel from London to Berkshire!
the transition from 20th to 21st agriculture
of brainwaves, atypical of 19th through
to 20th century differences... she's never learned
arithmetic, but she knows her bureaucratic
rubric limitation like she might know the
holy trinity with the stance: Ayers-rock immobility
to whatever argument might come my way:
this conversation might be monitored and recorded
for "training" / anti-troll purposes -
****, i'm just agonised about the fact that i was
supposed to get a turnip when instead i was sold
parsnip; that can't be good.
but the times i could have taken two girls
to see Aerosmith at Hyde Park
with a joint are long gone, ancient,
fables, Achilles principles the time referencing
to anything curated: passable... turtle mobile...
youth really felt like the Mongolian explosion...
most of the time...
                           people are wondering
why the 1960s didn't work as much as wondering
why Communism was stage-frightened
by the Pope... at the zenith the 1960s was the bomb...
then it fizzled out... by the time Communism
was underneath a heap of Martial Law
Commandments... no wonder the dual failures...
well, because it isn't really Karaoke these days:
but it's sing-along nonetheless:
genius dries up... if it ain't a Mozart,
then its collective (genus), the the fizzling out of
the once fizzy is harder to take on the chin...
**** and puppies!
                            oh sure, a success story
in terms of providing the household appliances,
but in terms of art? a ******* failure...
look at them: never the earnest clappers
and idolatry stinkers... Judases among Judases:
or some said: moralising artists is the best gig in town...
we can bank-out the bankers and all
will be frankly worth ***** trained applause...
and they did that, exactly
to the non-existent prose... they sold out artists
and bailed out bankers...
because the sheep always sway with: b'ah, b'ah...
translated into humanity: blah blah.
but i have to admit, it was fun taking two girls
to an Aerosmith gig in Hyde Park,
passing a joint around...
                    as ever the cenobite...
            well, due to motto:
a ***** don't give, a dog don't take -
                   cos' the elder gent has the influential
              chess-moves apiece: colts to the gutter...
                yep... ******' worth of ******* stutter.
                                        now i have a book
of poetry, alter.: a word about my "sensitivity",
a doctor's appointment at 8 a.m. to no definite hour,
triage takes 5 minutes... the ingenious n.h.s....
              i'm drinking whiskey and staying up all night...
after the appointment for a sick notice
(which, to be frank, the English nation should be
proud of, £120 a week and a free poem in friendly America -
friendly... hmm puff puff a laugh) i'm heading to
my former high school to drop off a book of poems
with the signature: to Meester BUNCE...
     who gave me a poetry assignment aged 16
and made me a poet... (no, not the crass pathetic
rhyming types that make it a living rhyming
in advertisement, rather the new-narrator types) -
i'll correct the publishers errors in pencil
and tell him to keep a copy, and stash another copy
in the school library - he always said:
Shaky rather than Shakespeare - never said poaching
a pear...
                        shaking a spare? shaking a spear?
      it really doesn't matter...
i ought to have a shave and leave the goat
where it is...
                         he wasn't that much for me:
that ingrained emblem of England to later continue:
exacting national pride like Mickiewicz in Poland...
                      these famous people
just get their remains moved many more times
after they die than the living remortgage during their lifetimes.
Big Virge Feb 2020
A Woman I Know...
Keeps Talking As Though...

The Way People Live...
Is Going Through A... " SHIFT "...

SHIFTING This And... SHIFTING That...
Sometimes What She Says Just Sounds Like CRAP... !!!
But In Truth These Days She May Be Talking FACT... !?!

So DON'T Get TRAPPED Or WORSE... TIE UP... !!!
Cos' LOTS of Stuff That Currently Runs
Provides PROOF That Maps...
A Way To ZION... WITHOUT Snoop Lion... !!!!!

That's QUITE A SHIFT He's NOW Down With... !!!
Down With RASTA'... So NOT Gun Clappers... ?!?

Sometimes These Rappers Just Make Me Laugh... !!!
From Being A **** To... Smoking Drugs... !!!

They SHIFT So MUCH That It's Hard To Know...
Who's REALLY TOUGH From Who's... ALL SHOW... !!!!!

There Are A FEW... " Pros' "...
That's Right... Record Company **'s... !!!!

But Some Are LARGE And HIT REAL HARD... !!!
When It Comes To THOSE Tools That Producers Use... !!!

But What About SHIFTS In How We Live... ?
And... What We BELIEVE... ?!?

Adam And Eve...
Is Now... " Adam and Steve "... !?!

Smoking ****... Well NOW It Seems...
That MORE Do This Than MOST Believe... !!!

From THOSE Who Direct For Hollywood Screens...
To THOSE On Set With A SHEEN Thats CLEAN... !!!

THAT Verse Refers To... TOP ACTORS...
Who SHIFT Like Rappers When Their World... SHATTERS... !!!!!!

Just Look At Whitney... Or... Look At Britney...

SHIFTS That MOVE Their Fanbase... QUICKLY...
When Things IN VIEW Prove They're Quite SICKLY... !!!!!

So.....
What About SHIFTS For The... " Average Joe "... ???

Some Enlist... SHIFTS That LIFT... !!!
While Others DON'T And End Up BROKE... !!!!!

BROKE In Ways I CAN'T Explain... ?!?
Because MY Shifts MOVE ME From... PAIN... !!!

Because I Enlist... TAKING The STRAIN... !!!

Until It LIFTS And Fades Awaaaaaaaayyyyyyyyyyyy............. ...........

See My Friend Is Speaking of DEEPER Shifts...
Like... SHIFTS In POWER... !!!

SHIFTS That SHOWER And Make Some.... " cower "...
Because TRUTH Will OUT In The End.... DON'T Doubt.... !!!!!

YUP From The Mouths And From The SOUNDS...
of ALL That HOUNDS And Then SURROUNDS... !!!

It's Happening NOW... !!!
Political CLOWNS... Getting FOUND OUT...

Religious Grounds That AREN'T So Sound... !!!!!

LYING Women... CHEATING Men...
Relationships Founded On PURE Pretence... !?!
In The END... WON'T Stand The Test...

When It Comes To STRESS And They Have To CONFESS...
That LOVE Was EXPRESSED... Under DURESS... !!!!!

It's Sad To think...
That ALL These Shifts Come Back To THIS...

A LACK of TRUTH And HONESTY...
And NOT Facing... REALITY...

In Times Like THESE It May Be TRUE...

There's A Shift Going On For ME And YOU...
But Like Marvs' Song... " What Ya Gonna Do ? "....

Cos' These Words AREN'T Nonsense... !!!

... " Change is Constant ! "...

So I'll Leave You With... THIS...

When It Comes To How You LIVE...
And How It IS You Think...

If Society KEEPS Moving As IT NOW IS...
Are You EQUIPPED To Cope With The Things That Give...
Or... Will You RESIST The Things That...

.............. " Shift ".............
We are all subject to change, or, as the poem suggests, shifts in who we are and how we see ourselves, and the world, and we are definitely now in a time of all kinds of different shifts !
Sometimes we went before we had been,
seen pictures of Kings when there was a Queen and rose up tall prior to our fall,wished deep in the well and fell,ran like the clappers that clanged in the bell that told us school's over and then ran pell mell into the daylight that sought out the nights shade.
Mind games we played and in my mind they stayed.
And now
it all seems so strange as if everything's just out of earshot or range and nothing remains of the spry lads we were,
just memories,
they're what we keep when we curl up in foetal and sleep like the babes that we are.
Jamie L Cantore Jan 2015
By the aging stately oaks, with their crowns of hirsute branches, we stand. We stand beside these towering canopies, raking and burning the dry leaves which have fallen to the ground, covering the landscape like a bister afghan. The charred debris being borne away into the smoky air, aloof until the sprightly embers pursue. Searing **** swirling round and round before cooling rapidly, then dying without a sound.

In the distance, I see the local church bells swinging from their axles -the clappers striking the sound rims-then tolling in full tones for the listeners within a one-mile range. The ripe fruits in our garden tree weigh down the boughs like diadems, and  within inches of our outstretched arms, they hang.

And the children play tag, romping in the yard yelling, "You're it!" and, "Not it!", all thru the evening hours. A smile across your lovely face lets me know you are enjoying the remaining day, and I take more pleasure in that than I can aptly say. Then we take a break from our toil and sit in the hale shade of the gallant trees, you drinking sweet tea with me, as we agree, we should avail days to these rare autumn liberties.
Written in the Autumn of 2013
Tuffy Mutombo Sep 2017
She was drown to superstars
Shiny cars
Fast lives Slow hearts, materialistic worshippers
Loud mouths, voice yelling hand clappers
Just to get a point a across

Attitude filled reality stars
She idolized, visualized and internalized
Their lifestyles

Just to end up losing her own identity

Consumed by what she idolized she forgot to open her eyes

Blinded by perception, while dying to gain acception
Big Virge Oct 2020
It REALLY Is...
An AMAZING Thing... !!!

To See How QUICK...
Some People SWITCH...
When PRESSURE Liks’... !!!

And NOT The Type of Pressure...
That Brings... BAD Weather... !!!

I Mean The Type...
That Affects Mankind... !!!
And Women TOO...
When They Switch Their Moods... !!!

In Times Like THESE...
Where A... VIRAL DISEASE...
Has... LOCKED DOWN Streets... !?!

It’s AMAZING To See...
How The LOSS of MONEY...

Has AFFECTED Heads...
Who CLAIM To Care Less...
About MONEY CHESTS And Bank Interest...

Because They SWITCH...
Like... IGNORANT Kids... !!!

When It Comes To CASH...
That They CAN’T Grab...
To Fulfil Their Plans...
To Do This And That...

It’s... Really SAD...
To See People Get MAD...
And... Start To Act...
Like An IGNORANT *****...
Who Is PRONE To SNITCH... !!!

Sometimes I DO WISH...
I Could Turn OFF The Switch...
That Inspires Scripts of Lyrics Like THIS... !!!

But The PROBLEM Is...
That It’s The Type of Gift...
That’s... HARD To Resist... !!!!!

When I Start To Think...
And Suddenly LINK...
My Thoughts With Ink...
Or Of Course... Typing...

Because of The SWITCH...
To TECHNOLOGICAL Things...
That Now EXIST Like This Virus Is... !!!

You See This Poetic Piece...
Has Been Inspired...
By The Things I’ve Seen...
Since This NEW DISEASE...

Has Started Putting OUT Fires...
of... Lives And Desires...

And BROKEN Dreams...
As Well As LIMITED Means...
of People Who NEED...
To Really Stay HEALTHY... !!!

Instead of Having To FEAR...
of Now Being TOO NEAR...

To... People Who...
Have Got THIS FLU... !!!

A SWITCH That In TRUTH...
Is Just NOT COOL... !!!
Because It’s Now REMOVED...

How We... TREAT...
The People We’d GREET...

BEFORE This Disease...
SWITCHED Societies...

To Be... DISTANCED Beings...
Whose Switch Is Leaning...
To... SWIFTLY DEMEANING...

... Historical Teachings...

Like Communicating...
WITHOUT All This... SPACING...
That’s Clearly FRUSTRATING...
A... LOT ot of Locations... !!!

Where They’ve HAD TO SWITCH...
Because They Were TOO QUICK...
To... RE-OPEN Things...

So Their Switch Now STINGS... !!!
And May Now Be Bringing...
A SWITCH In... THINKING...
As SECOND Waves...
Start To RAISE The STAKES...
ALL OVER The Place... !!!

Which Would Be A SHAME... !!!

Even Those Who CREATE...
Are SWITCHING In Ways...
That AREN’T So Great... !!!

Because They’re Trying To Play...
The Game In... NEW WAYS...

When Basically Things...
Will Remain The SAME... !!!

SWITCHING Up Names...
And SWITCHING Up Tracks...

Instead of Sticking To FACTS...
And NOT Trying To Act...
As If They’ve SWITCHED...
How It Is That They THINK... ?!?

I’m NOT Switching My Vibe...
From... REALITY Rhymes... !!!

Because... If The Cap FITS...
You KNOW You NEED To WEAR It... !!!

Because You CAN’T SWITCH Hit...
Like... BASEBALL Swings... !!!

Or Like Black Lives...
That Only Matter When We DIE... ?!?

By The Hands of A Guy...
Whose Skin Tone Is WHITE...
And Has POLICEMEN Ties... ?!?

That’s A SWITCH That MY MIND...
REALLY DOES NOT LIKE... !!!

What About Black Rhymes... ???
That DON’T Energise Vibes of Packing NINES...
And Running IGNORANT Lines About Gang Fights...
That SWITCH Like Tribes of The AFRICAN Type... !!!!!!!

That... DESTROY Lives...
And The Chance To UNITE...

I Mean... WHY OH WHY... ?!?

Do We SWITCH And Then DENY...
The TRUTH To Feed... LIES... !?!

In... Chatter That Matters...
About As Much As These SLAPPERS....
Or These... Young Gun Clappers... !!!!!!

Who SHOULD...
Choose To SWITCH Targets...
And STOP Being So HEARTLESS... !!!

And MAYBE Then Black Lives...
And The Minds of Whites...
Might SWITCH From Fights...
of The... RACIST Type... !!!

And Then Guys Like I...
WOULDN'T Have To Write...

About HYPOCRISY...
Within Our Human Breed...

Because We’d Learn To FORGIVE...
And NOT Have To Live...
Like Some Kind of SNITCH...

Who Is FAR TOO QUICK...
When PROBLEMS Persist...

To Start To TWITCH...

And Then SUDDENLY.....

........ “ SWITCH “.......
Well, one things fa' sure now, with all that this year of 2020 has brought, one of the biggest changes it's brought, has been the switching of peoples' priorities, and sadly, in many case, their attitudes towards each other !
Olivia Kent Mar 2016
Somewhere in East London.
Setting sun is sleeping tight.
Welcoming the city lights.

And the honeysuckle curls around the wire.
Where we once lent.
Good times we spent.
But you were a liar.

Summer last year came and went.
Memories of fish and chips.
Such great moments spent.
On Brighton prom.
Sat on that bench.
Our bench.
Watching the rolling waves.
The rolling waves that saved us.
Discarded the wrappers and ran like the clappers.
Flew like the wind.
Which demanded to beat us right round the ears.

Into the sunset.
Lest us not forget how we felt before the sun dared to set.
Seeing you cry before saying goodbye.
Waving careless hands.
Tears that rolled from the end of your nose.
Magic wands.
Can't fix it.
Sought fortune.
In fortune-telling.
Tarot cards selling.
Welling tears.
Many years been and gone.
Still the same old song.
Banging the gong.
All gone.
(c)LIVVI
Mateuš Conrad Oct 2017
ms. amber is still not through, lullabying me proper; as much as i have "wasted", it seems strange, that i have yet to wait for so much more.

does it come upon such times, then even
an mongrel irish man,
bestowed upon the shores of goa,
deem himself the classical masochistic
christian in demanding:
our fate belongs from the inheritance
of **** & pillage -
     says one anglophobe to another
native "anglophile" -
the natives speak worse english than
the horde.
              does it really come upon such times?!
let me tell you: for all the "need"
to speak english - english has been
****** into a digital whirlpool -
it's a lost tongue: it has been useful:
up to now, but all their b.d.s.m. anti-inflammatory
rhetoric is bugging me...
their entire ****-load-of-****
in attempt to "erase" dyslexia by,
nonetheless allowing the imagery:
  you want to spell good, mr. gump?
watch some ****.
     get right down to the lingo!
          it's called the universal phellatio...
******..
    you send one more mongrel irish
down my way: i'll ask for you to recite me
the entirety of macbeth: the only
play of shakespeare than borrows from
ancient greece (the graeae,
the missing eye of odin) - and gives
the medieval time a reboot one last chance!
****** eli of anglia my ***...
     whoever honey-suckled that brazilian
briefing: by now, added his spinal bones
to his dentistry's affair...
     the guillotine signalled one affair
an assurance: dead for sure,
i too cut meat on a meat cutter...
last time i remembered it was a clean
cut, clean enough to hear dante speak
for the dead: with the dead asking for
an audience: ex hades in hades -
    from the realm of the dead:
the readiest of a ginette mathiot -
  one shoe fits all: or ask cinderella...
my fingers are starting to glue...
     i speak better native than the natives,
and what rewards do i get?
stay, in, line!
                stay, in, line!
sure, let the idiot come first,
and the intelligent foreigners come last -
because: that's just how the world is...
           **** poo = 1000+ sims of
clappers...
           esp. in manchester...
   my mother said: head north -
i say: **** you to hell and your joke
of me:
       i'll sooner fear living too long,
than your woman-kind,
and being unfretted by living too long...
         i have as much fear of death
as i have of: a life...
buttered by what the stereotype doesn't
give away with me being a single child...
again: being qua mechanisation -
the in-endurable "waking"
of what was to certainly come
free, nonetheless in shackles.
if only history knew a genuine of itself
in itself: the perfected
compartmentalism:
an - *arca in arca in arca in arca per se

(a box in a box in a box in a box in itself) -
cf. a babushka doll...
              western society is overladen
with visualisations that lead to no
potent set of words...
                     these people, currently
going down: do, not, know, themselves;
what they know is that they "think"...
the more a people esteem their cleverness
the more stupider their actions
become... the more replicable...
    the more unsatisfactory - the more
congested in repetitive "plagiarism"...
the more clued-up on cluelessness...
    siberia is not exactly the north western,
the south western, or texas,
         i used to love the idea of america,
****, i loved the cinema,
i loved the music,
  but these days?
       the u.s.a. is about as uniform in
politics as any football team aspiring
  for a chance at the world cup...
  the leverages are even...
      the moral compass is:
omnia in aether est -
            america has suddenly started to
not ask a north korean for a shoeshine -
i don't get the *******
  moral "debate" given that there has only
been one country to have dropped the nuke:
twice!
       what's the defence? the cultural
exchange program? only if they kept
it up! they seem slightly limp **** about
how: creativity is not a competitive
market economy: there's not magnetism
to parallel a market and an artist's blank slate:  
in wall street there's no costello moment
of leprechaun-**** appreciation:
     i'am an artist. you give me a fing tuba,
i'll get you something out of it.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
****, shove a woodpecker up my ***,
and i'll get you a canary to play me a,
******* trombone in cough-up beat-box!  
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
do these people really think that writing
******* instead of f
ing will revive
their sadistic dream of abolition?
that's cheap, that's real cheap...
         america, beacon of the west?
beacon of the west?
more like bacon of the west -
never send puritans of huguenots stock:
to do a catholic's job;
just saying...
                who needs these boneless
deflated ******* of "ambition" to
orchestrate the boys they ****** but
never minded to castrate?!
             never send a protestant to
do a catholic's job... otherwise?
you get america...
     pish-poor job you did there:
     america truly is a modern nation:
with inclinations to hollywood medieval -
****, i love my odd exorcism and levitation -
never send a ******* hugh to do a
calvanelli's job -
women complain: 1 period once a month...
sure: and there's me jerking off 30 times a month!
that's what i find wrong with the greeks'
interpretation of the hebrews:
  i was born into a life, and i will live
out a life, in order than, somehow,
archeology can be subverted from
the already given unearthed facts...
                        so they were all pretty ****
mad and irrational...
   or, what?
            for the greek so good with ideas:
as the modern time suggests:
a tad ****** with money.
   or for the jews so good with money:
as the modern times suggest:
a tady ******, and late with their own goal
when it comes to ideas.
born into it: will die in it -
can't shake off the sadomasochism of
christianity, the irrationality of:
back then - even the lunatic was allowed
to talk, and his talk was allowed the freedom
of the talk, given the talk of the lunatic didn't
pick up the sword...
           celebrating christmas
& easter is becoming more and more
uncomfortable for me, year upon year:
since i don't know what i'm exactly "celebrating"...
i'm probably much closer celebrating
keeping my mouth shut,
   than anything coming from
the celebratory gob of cousins who are lesser
read... it's not pedantic,
         it's just what it is...
          i'm already sick with christmas
having a genesis at the beginning of november...
almost coinciding with
the end of halloween...
                         i hate protestant nations
for one concern alone: the joy from lying -
why was lying never a crowning achievement
of sin, that cardinals ought to know best?!
lying was "fun" as a child:
as an adult?
                  lying breeds no thrills -
as apathy being unable to breed a pathology
worthy of being categorised
in that juicing the giraffe nibbling on
a skittels rainbow...
    a lie was never, and never will be:
an elaboration of deception...
a lie always was, and always will be:
a ****** game of chess...
              a lie will always be
the most devastating, yet at the same time:
the most unsatisfactory "revelation"
of a lost sense of trust...
           lies belong to children -
and lies make adult men into boys -
stating the blunt truth is always too
shocking to be said in the "never-to-exist":
unsaid, that is nonetheless said -
without ever encouraging the minotaur's
plague of chasing, and the erosion
of memory -
       it's hard to keep track of lies -
as hard as it must be to forgive oneself
to memorise forgetting,
   as is the opposite scenario of forgetting
to memorise: in the case of alzheimer's...
blunt: sure... the disease of telling lies,
and mismanaging chronology of "this said
unto that actor / that said unto this actor"
and the multiple version of etc.
hey... didn't lord greville janner suffer
from dementia? the most obvious aversion
toward reality is not from the satanic
ritual of "eating the fruit" of
the dichotomy (differentiation) /
dualism (integration) of good & evil...
that's but one act alone -
problem is: to pursue the continuum of
the original sin: lie -
could a crow ever lie that it's not a crow
with a croak?!
  could a dog ever lie that it's not a dog
with a bark?!
dementia is a disease of compulsive liars...
      who lost the plot,
or, to be honest: never had a plot
to begin with: merely: a juggling act.
Big Virge Jun 2020
It Was The Rock …
Who Said It ... BEST ... !!!

But I'll Interpret What He Said ...

"It doesn't matter what you think,
of lyrics that I kick ! I'm just being artistic,
so, stop being a ***** !"

It's SIMPLY What IT IS ... !!!

Lyrical ... YES ...
Poetic ... MOST DEF' ... !!!

OFFENSIVE .... Well ...
To ... IGNORANT Heads ... !!!

IGNORAMUSES DON'T MATTER To Me ...
UNTIL They TRY To ... " TIE My Chi " ... !!!!!!!

But That BELIEVE Is A ... " RARITY " ... !!!!!
Because Most Peeps' Can CLEARLY SEE ...

That I'm NOT The ONE To MESS With ... !!!!!

........ ME ....... ???

Well I Choose To Be A COOLER Breed ...
Than Heads Who NOW Are ROAMING Streets ... !!!!!

I'm A ... " KING of The Cooler " ...
Like ... Steve Mcqueen ... !!!

MAN IT DOESN'T MATTER ...
... WHO You Be ... !!!

ESPECIALLY ...
… NOT To POLICE ... !!!!!
DO Black Lives Matter ... ?!?
COME ON Folks ... PLEASE ... !!!

ONLY When We ATTACK WHITE Peeps' ... !!!!
Or START To SHOOT And INJURE Police .... !!!

DALLAS Scenes ...
DON'T MATTER To ... Me ... !!!

Because THAT's ONE Place ...
I AIN'T Trying To Be ... !!!!!

REDNECKSVILLE ...
With Some TOKEN Chiefs ...

Talkin' Bout ... HOW ...

"People should grieve,
for police who've died, whilst on duty !"

NOW That DOESN'T Seem ...
Quite Right To Me ... ?!?

If It's YOUR DUTY To …
… “ PROTECT and SERVE “ ...

And Wear BULLET PROOF Vests ...
So That You CAN WORK ... !?!

Should I GRIEVE For You ...
Because You Get HURT ... ?!?

Does It MATTER If I ... " Grieve " ... !?!

If You've Been Made To BLEED ...
Until You Have ... NO BREATH ... !!!!!

Now THAT's A Subject ...
That's Got Some DEPTH ............................................

Do Our Thoughts TRANSCEND .......
When Our Physical ... ENDS ... ?

Do Our Thought Waves Send ...
Messages ... To Our Friends ... ?

Who've Long Since Left ..............................
This World To Join The DEAD ... ?!?!?

Do My Poems ...
Ever STAY In Peoples' Heads ... ???

Does It MATTER To The MASSES ...
When Art Is Seen As ... " CLASSIC " ... !?!
By THOSE Who ... CHOOSE To View ...

Art From A ... COOLER School ...
Than THOSE The Media FUELS ... ?!?

Does It REALLY MATTER ... ???
WHO Gets Through To Make BIG MOVES ... ?!?

And Does It MATTER WHO You KNEW ...
BEFORE You Got To ... " SHINE and BLOOM " ... !!!!!!

And ...
Does It MATTER HOW You LOOK .... ???
Or If You ... COOK The Books ...
To Get Yourself A HOOK ...
To CAPTAIN Like A CROOK .... !!!!!!

I Guess It Matters If You're SHOOK ... ?!?
Well Like Mobb' Deep said ...

You SHOOK ONES DO NOT ... Matter ...
When It Comes To REAL Gun Clappers ...
Whose X Factor's ... REAL GANGSTER ... !!!!!!!!

Should ACTORS REALLY ... MATTER ... ???
Because Their Bank Roll's PHATTER' ...

Than Rappers Who RUN Chatter ...
That's REALER Than THESE Actors ... !!!

I Guess It DOESN'T Matter ...
When THEY Get MAD Like HATTERS ... !!!

If They're ... " PRETTY " ...
SMART And ... " WITTY " ... ?!?

Well It MATTERS To Their FANS ...
Which I THINK Is ... Rather SAD ...

When People Who Have NOTHING ...
CAN'T Even Get To FUNCTION ...
Because of ... MASS CONSUMPTION ... !!!!!

NOW It Seems That ...

... " BLACK LIVES MATTER " ... ?!?

When OLD Records Get SHATTERED ... !!!
By Blacks Running Like SLAVES ...
If They Win For The ... " U. S. A. " ... !?!

DOES It MATTER Who Wins Medals ...
If Drug CHEATS DON'T Get ... Levelled ... ?!?

Or BETTER Still ... EXPELLED ...
For CHEATING Like The LOSERS ...
DEFINING ... Drug ABUSERS ... !!!

Does It MATTER HOW You're ... " Tutored " ... ???

Some Teachers SHOULD Be NEUTERED ... !!!!!!
For Being ... CHILD ABUSERS ... !!!!!!!

Does It MATTER WHO You ... " LOVE " ... ???
Well ME ... I LOVE THIS STUFF ... !!!

To Write And Be A FACTOR ...
In Verse That Sometimes SHATTERS ... !!!

Those Whose Thoughts Are CAPTURED ...
By Data That Is ... FRACTURED ... !!!

So As I End This Chapter ...
I'm BACK To YES ...

... " The ROCK " ... !!!

THESE Words I Jot ...
Are SO ****** ... HOT ...
That ... Like Em' Or NOT ...

WHATEVER The Manor ...
of YOUR ... " Chatter " ...

Let Me Just Say THIS ...

... " It DOESN'T MATTER " ... !!!!!
Yup, all inspired by The Rock's WWF & WWE performances, and the now, infamous saying, from his days as a wrestler ....
Lewis Bosworth Jul 2017
The carillon bells
Ring to celebrate a man
The tower is strong
The music ethereal
The metal clappers striking

Four bells become three
Each tolls a biography
Catholic Central High
Carroll College French classes
Manhattan Paris Lisbon

Three chords one chorus
Many banjo strings twanging
To honor one man
A lovely still life hanging
A note in perfect cursive

Two bells together
Laughing singing travelling lots
Two souls two hearts one
A home full of love and cats
A home of ringing bell chimes

Looking forward back
Eyes opening to the other
Ears awake and true
They dedicate an album
A domestic partnership

Music and flowers
To honor the resting man
In a niche that loves
Where family sings and prays
Where two are one together


© Lewis Bosworth, 7-2017
nivek May 2017
split into clappers and boo-ers
the monkeys demand
their share of the Roman Empires insight
"of bread and circuses" to keep them from rebellion.
Check it love jones, this ain't, ya average Brian McKnight,
But I'll show ya a dark knight,make Christian's bail, thoughts prevail,
See evil parallel, carousel,
Next to heaven and hell, my soul ain't for sale, fault the grail,
Twlight gun sight, close ya sunlight, see death excite, float like a kite,
Skin graffiti, every enemy, shoot em down, like Auddie Murhpy,
True animal, Rambo, anything I touch, I destruct, ya ramble,
Gambles, with the ice of paradise, slice, bullets looking like lice,
Crawling, baby darling, suga pie honey bun, stick with puns,
This is for the real sons, born in the slums, of Houston,
Call us the rocket, cuz we stay shooting,haters get the bootin,
Shake all states, ya in good hands, see where my bands land,
I'm the man, I'm the bro, smooth as nitro, quarter mill hydro,
Stash a dough, yo see the spot blow,like sticks of pyro,
Cycle, wannabe mafiasos, we ain't for gangsta ****, profits
Off of paid gangsta hits,I *****, Luciano boss syndicate,
Move like the wind,cardinal direction, rejections,
Raw base connections, selections, picked,off the smiff n Wesson,
Stop guessing, you stressing, ain't messing, with this live ****,
The bigger the bullets, the bigger the splits, brain gymnastics,
Make classics, raps caviar, see ya demos, capped in plastic




Stature golden, with the axe, blue potion, see the ocean floating,
Posing crab snappers, get hit,with the clappers, Avenue dappers,
Showing love, once I bleed the block, ya know, I keep it lock,
Like goldies, Pretty Tony stello, **** the flows, to hoes, shows,
Skills, what's a bison, to a mosquito, sip the Mojito, sick mojo,
Lay it down, for her four point crown, chakra snow, crystal bezel,
Intellect, shining, dumb the blinding, with my cosmic, signing,
Grinding winter nights, bear necessities, feeling gravy,
Once somebodies, match to me, I got the tactics,of a Grizzlie,
Let the shells, blow like Gillespie, or catch, shots like Gretzky,
Nispy, when I hustle, I'm putting 60 pounds, to your muscle,
The stress is real, war ready, slaying amongst, these killer fields,
Can you feel, the thrill, like MJ on Pepsi appeal,pop steel,
It's all so real, til they see, own blood spill, ya know the deal,
Windmills, record deals, buck a squeal, in the high hills,
I meditate, like a great, monks when I pop, open the trunks,
Begins the ultimate funk, GP mothership, embroidery,
Pinned on ya pineal gland, man I hope yall, understand,
Fake fans, try to knock ya plans, shots opening for, ya awakening,
Zywa Jun 9
The grey langurs screech

in the main city temple --


and bang the clappers.
Novel "Victory City" [Vijayanagar] (2023, Salman Rushdie), part 1: Birth, chapter 2

Collection "Low gear"
Travis Green Sep 2022
Upscale praisable sensation
Radiant grade-A tastiness
The most cherishable
And worthiest immersiveness
Your infectious eximious flex is beyond description
Unconquerable mind-boggling machoness
Banging hot marvel
I want to mack with your grabby beardazzling masher

Take a ride on your remarkably rip-roaring rollercoaster
Taste your fabulously picturesque and delectable lips
Fuse my silken feelers against your smooth tattooed neck
Get an eyeful of your lush deluxe seduction
Opulent dominant hot stuff
So arrestive, impressive, and reflective psychedelic finesse
I yearn to unravel your enrapturing earth-shattering majesty

Feel inside the slickest and sweetest depths
Of your incredible stretchable majesticness
Make you moan astonishingly saucy words
Break down your flaming powerhouse sublimeness
Make your extraordinary worshipful mantuary shudder
****** my seductiveness in your yummy creamy tunnel of thugness
Let my magical slappers captain your beefy brick-hard buns

Make your hunkiness dumbstruck
As I run my mayo shooting thunder gun
Deeper in your lustfully seductive guts
Rub my luscious mushroom head against your manpussy
Swirl it around in your appetizing amorous playground
Let me devour your splashiness
Jab my spectacular graspers tight enticing masculineness
Meddle with your thick meat stick
Your massive dangling clappers

Feel your supernaturally passionate *** cheeks
Bounce against me as I pound you violently
Like the biggest, fiercest, and unbridled lion
I rifle your divineness, tattoo gayness
On the salacious pages of your straightness
Shake down your inner nation
Listen to your oohs and ahhs
As I send steaming steezy electricity
Throughout your ****** attractiveness

Watch me dominate your brazenness
Feel you clench your back end
The more I send your masculinity
Give you my exceedingly bewitching sweetness
Bliss you out, make your mouth water
As I hold you tighter, peruse the inmost limits
Of your seamlessly invincible dreaminess
Smoke you out, make your head spin
As I stream out hot and salty sausage juice deep into your innerness
Commuter Poet Apr 2019
I must have watched
Thousands as they went past.
Some of them smiling
Some talking
Many with headphones in
Just trying to keep going
Pacing
Racing
Running
Advancing

These are the five-hours-plus-brigade
Non-athletes
The heavily built
The fancy-dressers
The fun-runners

The fundraisers
The elders
The young
The determined
The never-give-uppers
The heroes
And heroines

Pale faced
Sweating
Exhausted
Aching
Stumbling
Lumbering
One step
At a time

These are the champions
Running for mum
Running for dad
Running for children
Running for hospitals
Running for rhinos
Running for bees
Running for hope
Running for life
Running together

Pounding their bodies
For the good of others
Pushing themselves
Beyond the limits

We are the cheerers
Lining the route
The clappers
The callers
The encouragers
The supporters

Togetherness
Created
A mass
Of people

One day
One goal
One finish line
One people
23 Mile Marker - Byward Street London EC3R 5AS
My missions is to give the game a lynching
Putting suckas on the bench and sounds of ammunition
Laid by the lyrical commission commensin'
Raw injection no protection or recollection
Ya soul is deaden welcome to Armageddon
So much heat you'll begin sweating
Leave you unforgiven stole from the garden of Eden
That's where I met my match can ya catch
This pitch I'm throwing rap flows owning
All these wack rappers fools better off as clappers
Audience witness this beautiful Bliss
As ya get bullets hit leave ya melon split
No **** we never sell out to the corporates
No matter how hard it gets watch for the snakes
Lurkin' in the pits but I got much venom too spit
Lyrical fatality it's a flawless victory
Tryna battle me I'm Nat Turner with the burner
Revolutionary always see the cemetery early
But surely I'm hear to rehold the fantasy
That clutches in secrecy **** what the speaking G

Once the pressure goes high widen ya third eye
No telling what ya instincts will.make ya do
I turn into Sun Tzu battle ground mentality
Soldier set up to suit organize my troops
Much ammo to shoot extractin' enemies loot
Give ya the boot I'm ****** student stay prudent
To the lames of the game my soul tamed
Once I see Bob Marley light a flame
**** overdose til I see a ghost **** near close
Leaning on the edge of death til my last breath
Feelin' chef cookin' up rhymes in the back of my mind
My grind shines make sight out the blind
Cuz these rhymes divine through a design
Define perfection from a beat selection
Minus aggression but I stay testing
Mics checking
Silent feels like a blessing no stressing
While y'all stay guessin' I'll make way with
The smiff and wesson helps stay from deaths interventions
Travis Green Oct 2023
I surrender to his spectacular splendor
His dreamy, gleaming smile
His soft, inviting lips
His irresistible, venerable beard
His strikingly captivating eyes

Take my breath away
His astonishingly charming eyebrows are
So noticeably imposing
So impossibly phenomenal
I wanna drink him up
Like marvelous Bahama mamas
Like scotch on the rocks

He is so utterly mesmerizing
My stylishly attired kryptonite
He sets ablaze the radiance of my gay world
Softens my core
Allures me more

Takes over my world
Transports my mind
I am enticed by the vibrant sight
Of his mind-blowingly
Handsome delightsomeness

I dwell on his fresh breath
On my lush *******
Run his skillfully lovely hands
All over my incredibly **** frame
Feel his tongue slide down my neck

Listen to his desirable voice
Lick and caress my private parts
Enveloped by his dreams
Inebriated by love
I ache for him to investigate
And confiscate my creation

Stroke every inch of my being
Make me feel intensely charged emotions
So enthralled by him
I can’t live without him
I wanna feel his steel rod

Penetrate my emotion expressway
Enter me deeper, arch my back
Bite my earlobe, moan ardently
Feel his nails dig into my back
His wet, tasty lips
On my sleek, sun-kissed shoulders

His searing perfection slays me
He bathes me in his smeared sweat
Has me in a state of euphoric happiness
Feel him deep in my delectable wetness
Thrash my bare, attractive derriere
Go like the clappers
Slather me in creamy, white magic potion
Travis Green May 2023
His inviting brown eyes
Has me so stuck on his seductiveness
So in love with his robustness
Hungering for him for a month of Sundays
My unfuckwithable kissable big hitter

I crave to lay with him, taste him
Trace his handsomeness with my hands
Stroke his imposing shoulders
Peck his shredded treasured pecs
Nuzzle my nose against his dope abs

Let him catch my attention
Finesse my dimension
Test my limits, undress my existence
Caress my heavy headsets
Graze my pebbled crests

Amaze my **** ***
Make me dazed and inebriated
So infatuated with his straightness
Hot toned muscles for days
That has my foundation ablaze

My unshakable irreplaceable sensation
His erotically appealing and lingering kisses
Blisses me out, makes me check him out
Fills me with an indescribable desire
As I admire his high-powered divine empire

His hissing hot heat bewitches me
His hunky punchy thugness is
The hottest and sauciest sight
That thunderstrikes my life and dreams
Matchless splashiness on the brain

I am so lost in thought when I marvel
At his statuesque attractiveness
His masculineness makes me feel
So blasted and ecstatic
So daft about his mad rad craft

Take off his gleaming green jeans and gaudy boxers
******* his salty slick stick
Give it a long luscious lick
Kiss and tease the tip
**** his zappy clappers

Let him plunge its hung *** gun deep into my throat
Make me choke and glow
As he picks up the pace
Spit in my face, regulate my space
Make me capitulate to his captivatingness

Groan in great exhilaration
Make me feel venerated
Spray his ******* juice
All over my rich kissy lips
And fancy silky peepers
Charlie Fanning Apr 2020
The doctors write
The junkies fight
My sweet cream sings
A million dollar cash

A hypnosis watch ticks
A rhythm stick
A stick
A Toast, to a glass of whiskey
In black and white
To say goodnight of what it seems
With a good looking girl
in her baby blue dream

A travellers guide
A missing guitar string
A girl no money can buy
A million dollar note
As the grass grows
We pour whiskey and smoke

The Shepard's skin
The bartenders sing
The days grow old
A coat so cold
My love, my sweet
Liquorice treat
A clappers feet
Just to meet
And do anything

The blind men can't see
A horse by the river
The woman by the sea
Big Virge Oct 2020
I Now KNOW What It Is...
To Be A FRUSTRATED ARTIST... !!!!

I May Not Be The FASTEST...
With Lyrics That I Kick...
Or Deemed To Be The HARDEST... !!!
Because of Scripts I FLIP... !!!

But What I Write...
Proves That I THINK... !!!!

And Kick Smart Rhymes...
About MUCH MORE...
Than Lyrical WARS...
To Prove I'm RAW...
And Deserve Applause
TRINKETS And Awards... !!!!

That Seem To Have The Cause...
of Making EGOS... SOAR... !!!!!

... Industry FRAUDS... !!!
Are The Ones Who Source...
Rent Boys And ******...
To... Answer Calls...

To BEND THIS Way...
And Bend THAT Way...

In What I Now See...
As CREATIVE Wordplay...

... CREATIVE INDEED...
Are These Industry Fiends... !!!

Pharoahe' Monch Said It BEST...

They DON'T Wanna Be...
...... MY FRIENDS...... !!!!!

So... THIS POEM...
Expresses To THEM... !!!!

"You industry cliques
can eat my faeces,
when I kick poetry
from my lavatory seat,
and then urinate
as well as defecate,
all over you fakes
and your industry games !"

While You Try To FRUSTRATE...
My Pen Meets Page...
At A FRIGHTENING Rate... !!!!!

And Continually Creates...
Wordplay That ELEVATES...
To A Time And Space...
Where YOU Are ERASED...
And Then REPLACED... !!!

WITHOUT......
NEW Schwarzeneggers... !!!!!
Figures Named  Jigga...
Or... Industry Figures... !!!!!

Who Now Paint...
... Minstrel Pictures... !!!!!

WITHOUT A...
Blackened Face... ?!?

Man Y'all Should Be ASHAMED... !!!!!
Studio JOKERS Playing Man Like POKER... !?!
Cos' It REALLY Is A Gamble...

To Find An Engineer...
Whose REALLY GOT An Ear...
To Produce For Artists GEARED...
To EXPRESS... WITHOUT Fear... !!!

And Talent That Can Handle...
Microphones And SCRAMBLE...
Words of Verse Like SCRABBLE... !!!

Because of Vocal Chords...
That Put PRESSURE On Boards... !!!!!

Because of Words That AREN'T Perverse... !!!!!
And Rehearsed AND REHEARSED... !!!!!

But... STILL Sound WORSE...
Than A NUN Trying To Curse... !!!!!

OVER... A Beat That's Weak...
Cos' Her Faiths A FALLACY...
Just Like THIS INDUSTRY... !!!!!

So FRUSTRATED... ???
... YES I AM... !!!

Cos' This BUSINESS Is A SHAM... !!!
And This Is... CLEARLY WHY...

ARTISTRY Has NO PRICE... !!!!
When What It KICKS Is REAL...
And Built Like F1 Wheels... !!!!!

NOT SOMETHING That Is Curried...
And Cooked Up In A HURRY...
To Be HOT AND EARN MONEY... !!!

These People ACT REAL FUNNY... !!!!!!
And DON'T Hesitate To STEAL...
Because They Have NO FEEL... !!!

So QUICKLY MAKE DUD DEALS...
To Keep What's REAL Concealed... !!!

I Guess They'd CLAIM... ?!?

"I'm not that great,
and, not that friendly !"

Well That's Because....
I DON'T Sleep With The ENEMY... !!!

Who ONLY Show Support...
When It BENEFITS THEIR CAUSE... !!!!!

They HELP THEMSELVES Fa' SURE............. !!!

So They've NEVER GOT TIME... !!!
To Hear My Rhymes And Creative Designs... ?!?

But When They DO...
My Art Gives PROOF...
That I Walk In BIG SHOES... !!!!!

So They're Left BEMUSED... ???
Because... What I Do...

Is WAY Beyond The ART...
That They... " Produce "... !!!!!

Did I Call It... " ART "... ?

Man That's A FARCE.... !!!!!
I Kick Nicer Farts Out of My ****... !!!
Than The CRAP They Chart...
That Gets TOP MARKS... !!!!!

TOP MARKS From WHO... ?
Those Who... "COLLUDE"...
With THEM Their Friends... !!!
Who Are Happy To Spend...
Their Time In Sheep Pens... ?!?

Yup... Sounds Like THEM... !!!!!

... INDUSTRY Crews...
Fish NEEDING Schools...
With FRESHER Smells...
Than What They SELL... !!!!!!

Which Is Their SOUL... !!!!!
For A... *** of Gold... ?!?

That Suits The FOOLS...
Who Cowboys SHOOT... !!!!!

They're Cowboys TOO... !!!!!!!
  
BROKE BACK Hounds in...
... CRoOKeD Mountains... !!!

Like... Studio Folk...
Who SNIFF THAT Coc'... !!!
And Then... DENY...
... ARTISTIC Minds....
ANY Studio Time... ?!?

So That They Can SHINE...
And Leave Them Behind... !!!

When They Get RECOGNISED... !!!

For Designs That RISE...
Faster Than DARK KNIGHTS... !!!

See I'm MADDER Than Rappers...
And **** Gun Clappers...
And MADDER Than The HATTER...
Who Runs YES INSANE CHATTER... !!!!

It Seems My Black CAN'T Market... !!!?!!!
Like Shots MISSING The TARGET... !!!!!

And So This Flows Been Charting...

The STRUGGLES of....

A....

... " FRUSTRATED ARTIST "...
It's a tough old game, where frustration can lead to poems like this !
Are we at war
is that what the church bells
are ringing out for?
or it could just be Sunday
and they're going like the clappers
waking up the old nappers
so even they can pray.

I'm using Vicks
I haven't told him yet
haha

nose blocked
like I'll be
when I tell you all
that this is poetry.
Jonathan Moya Jun 2020
The poet signs his words to the deaf.
The screen behind exposes his faulty hands.
He is silent.
His hands a fire.

He knows there will be unintended words,
new meanings to old and familiar lines.
The muddle is his creation,
their new meaning, new poem,
both treachery and rebirth,
their dawn and twilight, their light and moon,
both hawk and silver fish gliding, swimming
high in the silent moonlight clouds and sky
of the noisy rewrite of their imagination.

He reads his words on their shirts.
Cloth sells better, than ten thousand books.
The swift river of lines comes in their colors too!
His restless words settle in for the show.
He feels like a naked stranger in an open door.


When his hands stop, the applause comes.
The deaf are enthusiastic clappers.
Something about getting off on the vibrations
created by their hands, he figures.
He’s happy when they come up to him,
signing new syllables
to be printed on upside down books.
Ryan O'Leary Oct 2020
He'd come to the rescue alright
good hearted and obliging
but if you were not familiar
with his modus operandi then
one could easily become unstuck.

Worse off in fact than being at the
side of the road stranded with a
slow purring starter-motor hardly
enough to crank a 6 cylinder diesel
saloon with wink'y eyed headlights
after a night in the Irish misty fog.

One thing for sure, he always had a
sturdy chain in the back of his Hiace,
experienced in the need of being towed
himself ensured a partial good fortune
in the event of he coming along at your
time of need.

A bit forgetful, he is, because 40 years
back I had the misfortune of being in
his wake after I ran out of fuel and not
a car in sight to siphon. On he came and
just like Superman I was hitched up and
away we went like the clappers.

After a mile or so, with no warning, he
turned left and the rope (as it was then)
went under my left wheel and snapped,
he never looks in the rear view mirror
nor did he notice any difference in the
drag, there I was again, stuck by the
wayside.

Today it was not my turn though, I was
an observer of history repeating itself.

Away he went again, car in tow and then
came the jump start in first gear (fatal) as
the torque in a Diesel locks the wheels and
the chain was wound round the bumper
"THUD" and away he went after dislodging
it and once again, no look back as he dragged
the metal object sparking along the road.

Mickey Flynn hasn't changed a bit in 4o years.

— The End —