"flagitious" poems - Hello Poetry

Encephalon is the flagitious syndicate target To imprison the saintly and resistant population In the research agenda which is classified We are selected guinea pigs in a nightmare To the unethical secret operations Unknown to many, is the silent suffering Of isolated victims living amongst the community Satellite surveillance includes electromagnetic harassment That burning, thought stealing, control of limbs feeling I was done by the hoary Navy's sonar Poor dolphins washed up Cornwall's beach(1) After sonar echoed in my right lughole Mind control technology has evolved The community are recruited by false propaganda Thats the local police, council, library, not restricted to neighbours Old style Cointelpro is in play Discredited, slanders, and victim blaming Who can we share with but other targets Nobody asked which human is for "use" in trials?

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Jun 24, 2020

Jun 24, 2020 at 10:37 AM UTC

RMMurray

Targeted Individuals Poem

Encephalon is the flagitious syndicate target To imprison the saintly and resistant population In the research agenda which is classified We are selected guinea pigs in a nightmare To the unethical secret operations Unknown to many, is the silent suffering Of isolated victims living amongst the community Satellite surveillance includes electromagnetic harassment That burning, thought stealing, control of limbs feeling I was done by the hoary Navy's sonar Poor dolphins washed up Cornwall's beach(1) After sonar echoed in my right lughole Mind control technology has evolved The community are recruited by false propaganda Thats the local police, council, library, not restricted to neighbours Old style Cointelpro is in play Discredited, slanders, and victim blaming Who can we share with but other targets Nobody asked which human is for "use" in trials?

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Forgive the malicious repetitious dismay. This quarrel so vicious, flagitious swordplay. Inauspicious foreboding, one lover’s display. Seditious naught, my miscarried parlay. Delicious divulging- in this adventitious decay.

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Oct 12, 2011

Oct 12, 2011 at 4:27 AM UTC

michelle-e-alba

Synecdoche (of You and Me)

Forgive the malicious repetitious dismay. This quarrel so vicious, flagitious swordplay. Inauspicious foreboding, one lover’s display. Seditious naught, my miscarried parlay. Delicious divulging- in this adventitious decay.

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AMERICA, THE BEAUTIFUL? Were you aware that our nation opposed Haiti's revolution for democracy in the early 1800s; that our nation's war against Mexico that began in 1846 resulted in our taking half of Mexico for ourselves; that our nation defeated Spain ostensibly to liberate Cuba, but actually established a military base on the island and furtively gained de facto control of its puppet government; that our nation seized Puerto Rico, Hawaii, and Guam; that our nation had fought a brutal war to subjugate the Phillipines; that our nation had opened Japan for trade with us with threats and gunboats; that our nation created an "Open Door" policy with China to exploit it economically; that our nation engineered a revolution against Colombia to create the nation of Panama so we could build the canal through it; that our nation sent 5,000 Marines in 1926 to Nicaragua to counter their democratic revolution; that our nation in 1916 intervened in the Dominican Republic for the fourth time; that our nation in 1915 intervened in Haiti for the second time, and so on. Imperialism, not democracy, steered our nation's decisions and movements. Did any of you learn about, let alone study extensively, any of these flagitious Ameican acts and policies as you sat and squirmed in your high school American history class? My surmise is that you did not. But I bet you were required in at least one of your classrooms sometime between 1st and 12th grade to stand at attention, as it were, and recite the Pledge of Allegiance as you saluted the flag in the corner. My riposte: What does it matter if our flags are waving, if our spirits are flagging? Epilogue: Most importantly, never forget that it was the two evils of slavery and genocide that propelled our nation into what once was the most influential nation on Earth. Copyright 2020 Tod Howard Hawks

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Jun 26, 2020

Jun 26, 2020 at 8:52 PM UTC

tod-howard-hawks

AMERICA, THE BEAUTIFUL?

AMERICA, THE BEAUTIFUL? Were you aware that our nation opposed Haiti's revolution for democracy in the early 1800s; that our nation's war against Mexico that began in 1846 resulted in our taking half of Mexico for ourselves; that our nation defeated Spain ostensibly to liberate Cuba, but actually established a military base on the island and furtively gained de facto control of its puppet government; that our nation seized Puerto Rico, Hawaii, and Guam; that our nation had fought a brutal war to subjugate the Phillipines; that our nation had opened Japan for trade with us with threats and gunboats; that our nation created an "Open Door" policy with China to exploit it economically; that our nation engineered a revolution against Colombia to create the nation of Panama so we could build the canal through it; that our nation sent 5,000 Marines in 1926 to Nicaragua to counter their democratic revolution; that our nation in 1916 intervened in the Dominican Republic for the fourth time; that our nation in 1915 intervened in Haiti for the second time, and so on. Imperialism, not democracy, steered our nation's decisions and movements. Did any of you learn about, let alone study extensively, any of these flagitious Ameican acts and policies as you sat and squirmed in your high school American history class? My surmise is that you did not. But I bet you were required in at least one of your classrooms sometime between 1st and 12th grade to stand at attention, as it were, and recite the Pledge of Allegiance as you saluted the flag in the corner. My riposte: What does it matter if our flags are waving, if our spirits are flagging? Epilogue: Most importantly, never forget that it was the two evils of slavery and genocide that propelled our nation into what once was the most influential nation on Earth. Copyright 2020 Tod Howard Hawks

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A faith we fancy is that freedom is fabricated and forged for us by our forefathers who fought and forced their foes to forfeit their feud. They fended fiercely and defended fearlessly a fictionalized fact, freedom, filtered with fire and flame. A few fell to be famed fellows of the future while a fraction of the fraternity are farewelled faceless. All those frigid flashback brought-forth what we framed and fantasized as freewill and forbade freaks to falsify our fascination. It all falters as we fathom that freedom didn't fade ,but w/o a fons-et-ergo, a foolish fairytale foretold for us to falsely follow a formula for the foremen to fortify the fake façade of freedom while we flounder and they float. And if we flush and fracture their folderol, we are flagged as flagitious, frauds and fellons. For the feasibility of freedom is a mere ****** Fuckery to **** us.

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Jan 7, 2013

Jan 7, 2013 at 12:02 PM UTC

asther-dela-fuente

freedom of a Fool

A faith we fancy is that freedom is fabricated and forged for us by our forefathers who fought and forced their foes to forfeit their feud. They fended fiercely and defended fearlessly a fictionalized fact, freedom, filtered with fire and flame. A few fell to be famed fellows of the future while a fraction of the fraternity are farewelled faceless. All those frigid flashback brought-forth what we framed and fantasized as freewill and forbade freaks to falsify our fascination. It all falters as we fathom that freedom didn't fade ,but w/o a fons-et-ergo, a foolish fairytale foretold for us to falsely follow a formula for the foremen to fortify the fake façade of freedom while we flounder and they float. And if we flush and fracture their folderol, we are flagged as flagitious, frauds and fellons. For the feasibility of freedom is a mere ****** Fuckery to **** us.

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Stygian it was when she looked at her face. Her mind was angelic and so was her soul. Her lips were droughty and her eyes were watering. Scars on her hand reminded her of her flagitious battle against the world. Every day she hid herself in the shadows of the people who demean and demote her as their soul was as black as hell which could conceal all her flaws and imperfections. She made darkness her home as the world outside was cruel. Nobody looked at her for her celestial soul. She had forgotten what it was like to be euphoric. All the fiendish products she used to make herself look beautiful were lying on the floor. With empty eyes and wasted hopes she walked towards the mirror but turned away as she was Scared to look at herself. She wore a mask of makeup everyday which still didn't satisfy society's needs. Perfect skin with no Flaws was Considered the new beauty. She had a heart made of gold but no one realised that appearance is not what makes someone beautuful and beauty is always on the inside and it begins when you start being yourself .

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Apr 21, 2016

Apr 21, 2016 at 3:58 PM UTC

neha-shimoga

Imperfection is beauty

Stygian it was when she looked at her face. Her mind was angelic and so was her soul. Her lips were droughty and her eyes were watering. Scars on her hand reminded her of her flagitious battle against the world. Every day she hid herself in the shadows of the people who demean and demote her as their soul was as black as hell which could conceal all her flaws and imperfections. She made darkness her home as the world outside was cruel. Nobody looked at her for her celestial soul. She had forgotten what it was like to be euphoric. All the fiendish products she used to make herself look beautiful were lying on the floor. With empty eyes and wasted hopes she walked towards the mirror but turned away as she was Scared to look at herself. She wore a mask of makeup everyday which still didn't satisfy society's needs. Perfect skin with no Flaws was Considered the new beauty. She had a heart made of gold but no one realised that appearance is not what makes someone beautuful and beauty is always on the inside and it begins when you start being yourself .

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Forget laws. They are but social expedients. Take, for example, PLESSY v. FERGUSON, the 1896 landmark decision of the Supreme Court that made "separate but equal" the law of land and ushered in the patently ugly and unjust JIM CROW laws in the Deep South. It took until 1954--58 years--to right this egregious ruling with the unanimous decision of BROWN v. BOARD OF EDUCATION. Forget laws. Always go to your heart to find the moral--the correct--decision of all disputed matters. Laws can be flagitious, but in your heart, you will always find truth. TOD HOWARD HAWKS

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May 16, 2023

May 16, 2023 at 10:56 AM UTC

tod-howard-hawks

FORGET LAWS

Forget laws. They are but social expedients. Take, for example, PLESSY v. FERGUSON, the 1896 landmark decision of the Supreme Court that made "separate but equal" the law of land and ushered in the patently ugly and unjust JIM CROW laws in the Deep South. It took until 1954--58 years--to right this egregious ruling with the unanimous decision of BROWN v. BOARD OF EDUCATION. Forget laws. Always go to your heart to find the moral--the correct--decision of all disputed matters. Laws can be flagitious, but in your heart, you will always find truth. TOD HOWARD HAWKS

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Secrets of Wysteria flow in the vessels of my brain And so I do not hear, nor comprehend the calling of my thought’s train Vowing to never be held again in constrain Eradicating the rotten fingers pointing to my disdain Muses of bruises, callouses, and roses Excuses the clueless, hung in ruin’s nooses Flagitious tongue sharpens itself with sprawling centipedes Rusted teeth from perilous mandibles bleed as it feeds On the oozing, ****** veins of the wicked ****** as it pleads Maybe these are too much for one’s avaricious needs? Mindful, careful, piercing the syringe of refrain on plump flesh Yeuking as the substance flows on blood so raw and fresh Amid all, the past and future gather in Sheol’s pavilion But missing is the presence of present in emblazing vermillion Yet fleetly missed as the siren descanted her composition Somber statues of ivory pretense witness with volition Saints and snakes tear each other’s throats in a languish cotillion.

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Apr 9, 2020

Apr 9, 2020 at 8:15 AM UTC

pulang_syela

Miss Psychotic's Broken Records

Secrets of Wysteria flow in the vessels of my brain And so I do not hear, nor comprehend the calling of my thought’s train Vowing to never be held again in constrain Eradicating the rotten fingers pointing to my disdain Muses of bruises, callouses, and roses Excuses the clueless, hung in ruin’s nooses Flagitious tongue sharpens itself with sprawling centipedes Rusted teeth from perilous mandibles bleed as it feeds On the oozing, ****** veins of the wicked ****** as it pleads Maybe these are too much for one’s avaricious needs? Mindful, careful, piercing the syringe of refrain on plump flesh Yeuking as the substance flows on blood so raw and fresh Amid all, the past and future gather in Sheol’s pavilion But missing is the presence of present in emblazing vermillion Yet fleetly missed as the siren descanted her composition Somber statues of ivory pretense witness with volition Saints and snakes tear each other’s throats in a languish cotillion.

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*A silent tempest of million waves. Screaming against my psyche with billion raves. Unnerving my soul from the clinges of hope. Entangling my mind with elegant dope. Even in calm, when i lie in my bed. A beautiful destruction out there in my head. In every fight, it gets it's win. Poisoning with notion, that i am the sin. Entraps every light entering my soul. Darkening me inside, dark like a mole. Crashing and crushing me with walls of despair. Left on the sidewalk, beyond repair. A wave is coming and nature cannot save. May be, I am meant to vanish in this flagitious wave*.

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Sep 17, 2015

Sep 17, 2015 at 12:48 AM UTC

asimjavid

The Tempest

*A silent tempest of million waves. Screaming against my psyche with billion raves. Unnerving my soul from the clinges of hope. Entangling my mind with elegant dope. Even in calm, when i lie in my bed. A beautiful destruction out there in my head. In every fight, it gets it's win. Poisoning with notion, that i am the sin. Entraps every light entering my soul. Darkening me inside, dark like a mole. Crashing and crushing me with walls of despair. Left on the sidewalk, beyond repair. A wave is coming and nature cannot save. May be, I am meant to vanish in this flagitious wave*.

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Beats!!!.....mmmh Beats and weather, flying from my haters like feathers The music is so loud I can't hear you beggers Click Why hate fears,am with all my peers Worst worst worst. Flagitious Always under me you can never understand me Up in tha sky,shining like never My future so bright,"nightmares" a reality Click... uhuh Imma knock your head off 'huh' am I a sadist?? Remember me on the stairs With my eleven tears Praying wishing hoping for your extinction If you can't relate,i will finish you with spears Click....click..huh Listen up clickers Am a winner with no wings A kisser with no lips a Knight with no armour When I slice you wide open;I'll leave you for the cheetahs"

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May 20, 2014

May 20, 2014 at 12:40 PM UTC

Born

'click' okey pause

Beats!!!.....mmmh Beats and weather, flying from my haters like feathers The music is so loud I can't hear you beggers Click Why hate fears,am with all my peers Worst worst worst. Flagitious Always under me you can never understand me Up in tha sky,shining like never My future so bright,"nightmares" a reality Click... uhuh Imma knock your head off 'huh' am I a sadist?? Remember me on the stairs With my eleven tears Praying wishing hoping for your extinction If you can't relate,i will finish you with spears Click....click..huh Listen up clickers Am a winner with no wings A kisser with no lips a Knight with no armour When I slice you wide open;I'll leave you for the cheetahs"

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You marmalade dropper, you. You cause an enfilade with the briefest of your words, my love. You cislunar beauty. Let me watch you. Make me your auspex. Stravaig through my heart. Be your flagitious best with me. Noctivagants, you and I. Steal a pimpmobile. Let's run away.

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Feb 18, 2014

Feb 18, 2014 at 12:36 PM UTC

aurpera

Otherwordly Poesy

You marmalade dropper, you. You cause an enfilade with the briefest of your words, my love. You cislunar beauty. Let me watch you. Make me your auspex. Stravaig through my heart. Be your flagitious best with me. Noctivagants, you and I. Steal a pimpmobile. Let's run away.

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ROSE narrates: One sleepless, eclipsed,charred night, I decided to roam without any fright. It was foggy like the smoke of hell, The witching hour sounded like death knell. I passed by the spooky grave, Flagitious skull,nefarious shock wave. It depicted the darkness of the soul, Darker than the matte charcoal. Suddenly ,What caught my attention? The procession of the dead covered with shroud, Big chaotic crowd,muttering these lines loud. "Was she born asleep ? Or was this a ****** ? Or an assisted suicide? For no reasons I felt bereaved, With true tears I was grieved. something was not clear in my minds eye, Without seeing her,I waved good bye. She had " LOVE" for BREAKFAST, " PAIN" for lunch, " DEATH" FOR dinner. When she was burried I saw her face, I saw my love lying in the coffin case. Haha! I realised I breath my last Having a poisonous " BREAKFAST" ..

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Sep 18, 2017

Sep 18, 2017 at 12:03 PM UTC

Rose

BREAKFAST,LUNCH,DINNER & DEATH

ROSE narrates: One sleepless, eclipsed,charred night, I decided to roam without any fright. It was foggy like the smoke of hell, The witching hour sounded like death knell. I passed by the spooky grave, Flagitious skull,nefarious shock wave. It depicted the darkness of the soul, Darker than the matte charcoal. Suddenly ,What caught my attention? The procession of the dead covered with shroud, Big chaotic crowd,muttering these lines loud. "Was she born asleep ? Or was this a ****** ? Or an assisted suicide? For no reasons I felt bereaved, With true tears I was grieved. something was not clear in my minds eye, Without seeing her,I waved good bye. She had " LOVE" for BREAKFAST, " PAIN" for lunch, " DEATH" FOR dinner. When she was burried I saw her face, I saw my love lying in the coffin case. Haha! I realised I breath my last Having a poisonous " BREAKFAST" ..

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