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Lady Misfortune Apr 2017
She was a charlatan
An imposter
Her acting was exposed
Splattered on a roster

Clemency
They would pass no mercy
Life, bitter like a pickle
Sweet like a hershey

Culpable
Who is to blame
Such a thin line between crazy and sane

The culprit was caught in a swamp of guilt
The one thing the murderer could not ****

Exonerate my name
It's such a shame
They love to point fingers
Yet everyone did the same

You won't give me what I need
I'll extort
Donald trump deports
When will we even the score

The felony had been erased
Or so she thought
So long ago she had been caught
Opened up to one whom she thought she could talk
It was all a tale
Snakes once walked

She is incorrigible
Stuck in a lie
Denial was the gleam in her eye
To be defiled would be to lose her shine

She stole in pilfers
A ruse from her dealer
Anger flashed inside
She would make sure his death was worth every dime she never had,
At the ****** mess she made, she chimed
Then dined, drinking red wine

Reprobate
Reprimand
They just demanded obedience
But she doesn't answer to man
Follow Ty Harrell
jeffrey robin Sep 2015
//


See
This Adam was a good white man

His wife was this flakey ex - hippie chick

Always walking around naked in the garden

( she DID have great ***** )

//

I know

When people think about her they don't think much about
Her great blobs

But think more about her ****** ( you know --- *** and all that )

I mean

Can you EVEN REALLY imagine

******* the VERY ONLY woman in the world !

**** man

I'm practically having an ****** thinking about it !

//

But I digress

//

Now as it went down was thuswise:

ALI BIN JIHADIST .... ( the snake ! )

Sees EVE and thinks to radical her away from

The JEW GOD

She got created from

Into the

MUSLIM GOD

he got created from

//

( bah ! ... Politics )

and she eats some apple

( sybolism ! )

signifying she ****** him and he entered her mind

..

So the JEW GOD  deports them

but he naively trusts their moral nature

And they leave Eden and go blow up the WORLD TRADE CENTER TOWERS

as an assault upon the JEW GOD incarnate

( George Bush )

What a **** up !!

//

But the JEW GOD is

Too big to fail

So we let him go but we now

Call ourselves CHRISTIANS

To mock him for his failures

::

Well
Yep

That's the new story
Donall Dempsey Mar 2018
THE TALK OF THE TUDOR WORLD

It is the talk of
the Tudor World.

But  - the Hello Magazine
Time Machine

has managed to gatecrash
the "Princelye Pleasures

of the Queens
Majesty

and her Sommery
Progress."

It is the July
of 1575.

Trump wanted to go
but we said: "NO!"

He's messed up our Future
don't want him to mess up this Past.

Took a hairy Irish
poet instead.

So here we be
at Killing Worth Castle

Warwick Sheer, where
"All loves meet...

...to create one soul!"
as Mr. Decker has it.

Leicester and Eliza
dance the Volta

with lewd look
in eye.

The paparazzi
wet themselves!

The Queen deports
her self "in full sight!"

The famous fountain
spurting with "such vehemency!"

as to "moysten"
we time travellers

"...from top to toe!"

Already our passions
enflamed by carved erotica.

Such "rich and hard
white Marbl."

Oh that naughty Ovid
and his wicked tales.

The great fireworks
reflected in Eliza's eye.

Her Majesty skips
and dances high.

Leicester's hand
beneath her bust

takes her and turns her
with the lifting ******

of his mighty thigh
against the ******'s Royal backside.

Well...we never!

"Oh!" and ". . .ooooh!"
the Queen cries.

Sweet sweat trickles
through her make-up.

Three weeks of wooing
a Queen's hand

although it is rumoured he has
had  much more than that!

The wondrous artificial lake
mirrors the falling sky.

Scotland and Ireland
are in uproar.

Eliza's  "pirates"
attacking Spanish silver convoys.

Her procrastinating over Mary's fate
her famous "answerless answers."

Screams from the Tower.
Another turn of the rack.

Time to be gone
methinks!

Set the controls
for 2001.
Dancing, sayeth Philip Stubbes in 1583, is altogether a “horrible vice”. In his infamous work THE ANATOMIE OF ABUSES.

Stubbes ranted.... “what clipping, what culling, what kissing and bussing, what smouching and slabbering of one another: what filthy groping and unclean handling is not practised everywhere in these dancings... provoketh lust, and the fires of lust and once conceived…burst forth into the open action of whoredom and fornication.”

So dancing allowed certain libertien to be taken with the opposite *** but the dance that scandalised the then known world was the one and only ***** Volta  -which of course made it a hit with the Elizabethan court. It had the inbuilt indecency of highly intimate contact between man and woman.

A guide to the dance advised that “if you wish to dance the volta…you must place your right hand on the damsel’s back, and the left below her bust, and, by pushing her with your right thigh beneath her buttocks, turn her”.

Slow and stately movements  ruled the roost before the volta made its entrance.

Totally condemned throughout Europe among certain circles. In his 1592 work,‘A Godly Treatise on the Ungodly Dance’, Johann von Münster fumed that even kings were promoting the wicked dance:

“In this dance the dancer with a leap takes the young lady – who also comes to him with a high jump to the measures of the music – and grasps her in an unseemly place…With horror I have often seen this dance at the Royal Court of King Henry III in the year 1582, and together with other honest persons have frequently been amazed that such a lewd and unchaste dance, in which the King in person was first and foremost, should be officially permitted and publicly practiced.”

A century later, Johannes Praetorius, condemned the volta in his book on the practices of witchcraft, Blockes-Berges Verrichtung. He wrote:

“A new galliard, the volta ...a foreign dance in which they seize each other in lewd places and which was brought to France by conjurors from Italy… a whirling dance full of scandalous, beastly gestures and immodest movements…responsible for the misfortune that innumerable murders and miscarriages are brought about by it”.

In 1575, poor old Dudley still had hopes of winning Elizabeth and he staged an elaborate three week festival that was pretty much his last ditch do or die effort to impress her.

Her time was completely filled up with all of her favorite passions, elaborately choreographed.;There was dancing, riding, and hunting; as well as more public festivals and pageants

The cost was staggering – well over £1000/day, and was on a scale never before seen in England

There was one where a mechanical dolphin rose out from the water and concealed within were musicians and a singer

.A huge fireworks display lit up one night, there were new gardens with fountains built, and Elizabeth stayed in the new state apartments that Leicester built.

Even though Dudley was unsuccessful in his quest to win Elizabeth, the festival he created was the talk of the Tudor world for some time.

Now all we needed was a time machine and Hello magazine. Oh and one hairy Irish poet!
Noelle Apr 2018
It feels too hard to be in reality
when the days are long and the nights are short
when the work piles up and the fun deports
when there is nothing left in this sad life but a jar of tear from all the times
the times where I couldn’t take it anymore
the times where being alive was worse than being dead
the times where I was lost in my head  
there comes a time when you can only dream of running
leaving behind every memory, every person, and every thought
creating a new life, one for only me and you
becoming a mystery will do
Gay medication across the vastness of America, the nation, deports normal folk to a homosexy station as prelude to a sodomized retaliation worthy of a forgiving conciliation. The American Cancer Society should incorporate a rubber duck into their logo to acknowledge the quacks who quack for them.
Kurt Philip Behm Sep 2020
Subject and Object,
who builds the bridge
From either perspective,
to laud or forgive

First person invective,
third person retort
The toll for each crossing
  —forever deports

(Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2020)

— The End —