"flagrantly" poems
Gemini's delightful.
Cancer is polite.
Leo is romantic.
Virgo's quite bright.
Libra is creative.
Scorpio, tenacious.
Sagittarius, festive.
Capricorn, vivacious.
Aquarius is witty.
Pisces, prolific.
Aries is charming.
Taurus, terrific.
----------*---------
Taurus is quite stubborn.
Aries, a frightful *****
Pisces, a flaming cheapskate.
Aquarius is mostly crude.
Capricorn's nasty and spiteful.
Sagittarius, shallow and weak.
Scorpio's flagrantly flighty.
Libra, annoying and meek.
Virgo's simply pompous.
Leo, clearly deranged.
Cancer, always impossible.
Gemini, downright strange.
*
Jul 21, 2015
Jul 21, 2015 at 3:10 PM UTC
someone out in cyber-land
might just be
copying a poem which they'll
attribute to their own tee
unscrupulous replicators
have no qualms
on flagrantly stealing the lines
from genuine arms
when they take a fancy
to your brilliance of verse
they'll naff off with all or part of it
and stow it within their purse
piracy is rife around
online writing dales and dells
it's the pilfering of an authentic
author's heart and soul bells
they say that imitation
is the sincerest form of flattery
but an alternate opinion
would say plagiarists are bereft
of an original wordage battery
Aug 2, 2018
Aug 2, 2018 at 8:15 PM UTC
meadows that stays so green at spring
and so bared in autumn
magically white in winter
scorching and gold in the air of summers
perennial.
how do they do that?
to stay the same on the foundation
yet ever-changing on the surface.
what difference does it make really?
what kinds?
of the surcoats of hazel and acorns
or the blankets of snow on the slender branches
of trees?
don't they, even once
feel weary of all the undercurrents,
of shifting shapes of shadows?
and stand their ground
and shouted their demands
and push at intractable walls?
and flop down
and sift like flour
and grate like mozzarella?
to toss the gauntlet
say
'enough!'
doesn't anyone ever muses then
of whether the slideshows of nature
being flagrantly displayed and paraded
before their soon indifferent eyes
would feel of their performance.
but oh,
those poor meadows,
those poor meadows,
those pitiable meadows.
continue with your acts and scenes
that shall never pauses nor halt
oh no, no.
for you are impressive actors
on the forested stage
and the eyes, belligerent
yes, they are
will be watching the other way
never straight to your eyes
your artic, chilled
encasing a turbulent, melting, whirling
hot caramel core
yeap, right there on your irises and pupils.
so go on
go on
my delectable
my neglected
my pushover
my poor meadows.
Mar 5, 2010
Mar 5, 2010 at 10:53 AM UTC
T-The gift of life is oft stolen away
H-Horrid weaponry does the affray
E-Endlessly casualties will parlay
G-Gleaming soldiers eyes gone for rest
I-In unforgiving battles so harsh of test
F-Fighting at a land's utmost behest
T-Terrible the deadly toll is to attest
O-Over and over munitions have terminated
F-Flagrantly thieving any quietude generated
L-Loved sons of kinfolk seen to weep
I-Infinite this sadness ever so deep
F-From a beautiful benefit the cost steep
E-Extinguished by war's insane keep
Oct 19, 2016
Oct 19, 2016 at 10:16 PM UTC
Drinking her is a terrible experience
The furious fizz fizzles on your tounge, insisting on its existence in your mouth
The facade of fun from the fucia bottle flickers,
leaving you with clear liquid suffering
It flagrantly fizzes around your mouth, flicking your tastebuds.
It’s funny she says.
Then the facade of fizz fizzles,
You taste hatred
A bitter thirst.
An acrid stench of fear, inflicted on others
An unrelenting
Slog
Of equal suffering.
I do not know who made fizzy water,
but i would like to have a chat.
May 10, 2021
May 10, 2021 at 12:55 PM UTC
There is humility in astronomy, an irony in the economy of the stars, stalling me in the calm, but violent swarm of galaxies formed in the back of a speeding car from afar, coming back to bet the bank on distances, and states of gaseous faces on planets placated with servants to Satan, flagrantly begging for space ships to take them.
Take them to the place where fate is sedated, and rearranged to uncling the things estranged in the fanged perfection of the prey that pray, to place their hope in a slate to later revive from, inanimate stardom, starring from the trunk, in luckless stunts to **** outer worldly ***** that harvest seeds to weave life into the galaxies, so that we can now breathe..
Feb 17, 2013
Feb 17, 2013 at 3:42 AM UTC
*you, my insidious temptation
the lover that taunts me
seduces me to acquiescence
my haunting addiction
you, wrap around my senses
absolute cunning & Machiavellian grace
annulled my comprehension
drained my rational mind
took me on your flight of fancy
careless beast of burden
you burn so smoothly, pounce so quickly
knocked my perception off kilter
still, i take you in slowly methodically
till every inch of you inside me bursts into flames
takes my breath away
fire lingers flagrantly brazen
warning my head, warming my *****
I tremble in the delectation of your touch
sigh deeply, as I plead for surrender
you flip me over again in a rush
my head dizzy from the pleasure*
two ***** ***** martinis are more than
I can handle as I fade into you
Sep 29, 2013
Sep 29, 2013 at 5:12 PM UTC
I bled beautifully,
Like a fresh teabag in hot water.
The trickling scarlet had me in a trance,
And beckoned me with a beguiling smile.
And so I swam on, upriver.
Against the current
Despite the inevitability of failure,
Of disappointment, danger and death.
It wasn’t hope, no,
More so the inability to distinguish
Disaster from desire; affliction from affection
Because they’re closer than one would expect.
And so I swam on, upriver.
But of course,
I was glass—
Flagrantly transparent—
And at last,
It all shattered into twelve shards
So fine,
That I couldn’t even tell which were yours, and
Which were mine.
Jul 3, 2014
Jul 3, 2014 at 12:02 AM UTC
William ...
we need you now,
come on back,
soft-shoe-shuffle on back,
mordantly wander
on back,
undertaker-drag
on back,
comment on the conventions,
acidly notice things,
flagrantly ...
destroy things,
whilst muttering mutations,
just plain cut-the-rug
right out
from under,
the creationists,
the snake-handlers,
the ******** religionists,
the paranoid drug czars,
the oh so ignorant
blonde talking heads,
that son of a *****
Zimmerman,
The war is still being fought,
and Uncle Bill ...
We need you!
Mar 28, 2017
Mar 28, 2017 at 1:24 PM UTC
My blood is not red anymore
It is not even rufous
It is achromatic
I’ve seen it go to a watery grave
with moonshine
It drowned
for a foolish fluid
one so dimwitted
it forgot the word “No”
could be spoken
to bring their negligent ears
into *******
(And not me)
My blood rushed out
In it’s gloom
I wanted to emulate it
and exit my body
just as they entered
What a theft
What a “five-finger discount”
Literally
It was a perfect portrait
A gun kissing the crown of my head
and my indifference
towards the money in the cash register
that I called my soul-case
If I’d even had any left
My lips moldered shut
They don’t like parting anymore
Two buds charred sorely
as a pen
that speaks only in black ink
I searched every crevice of that washroom
for a noose
I found my reflection
and thought that close enough
So there I hovered
hung up on my mirror image
suspended by two claws
honed with dejection
My eyes slammed taut
My pulse ******* bones in my face
and gnawing itself
with prowling fluorescents
I grazed the scuffs on my thighs
I hadn’t put there
for once
Then I remembered the nausea
snarled up in their cheeks
Their words like spiders
I don’t know where they’ve gone
and I don’t want to
“Is it that time of the month?’
said the shorter, more truculent boy
and he sniggered
I stood submerged
in hard edged a laugh
that liked to wrench my ears
and make rounds
on nights hot and heavy
with languor
and perhaps,
had I not been so small
or weak of muscle
had I worn a different dress
or forgotten to coat my lashes
had I sipped on tea
instead of *****
I could’ve flagrantly pushed them away
Darted not with my eyes,
but my legs
I could’ve screamed “Get off me you scumbags!”
until my throat shriveled up
into a dried cranberry
But I didn’t
Instead I’m screaming
on a piece of paper
Because the worst that happens here
is a paper cut.
Jan 5, 2015
Jan 5, 2015 at 6:16 AM UTC
a sudden Bonanza viz ****** abuse among
faux Green Acres within Mayberry RFD
now spells showtime for The Avengers, Batman
and Robin to Get Smart
take to heart (what haint no new bob bing beast),
those perpetrators to forsake their Good Times
yet, who determines what constitutes, and how to differentiate
mere kibitzing from unwanted overtures
though most people would concur when
definitive, tangible, verbal assault occurs,
spoiling future Happy Days, yet numerous incidents *** hide
from clear cut serious offences indeed)
rather when details appear nebulous, sketchy, vague,
et cetera defy categorization, giving benefit of doubt to
females or males in question claiming harrassment,
especially when minors testify as adults, asper
major gross indignties (such as pedofilia, date,
incestuous, statutory **** ******
et cetera committed), that occurred years or decades ex post facto
sans molestation, said time delayed contention
must be taken at face value without fail informing
a jury retroactive justice must be must be handed down
to the accuser blatantly, flagrantly, flaunting illegality,
hence fair sentence accordingly adjudicated
insync decreed capital crime abrogated child welfare,
defiling and permanently affecting emotional well being
of said underage youths, as best one
to compensate aggrieved subjects must purge
abominable categorical imperative
asper deliberate wanton (I soup pose), tricked, mislead,
forced to participate unwillingly
risking mental, physical and spiritual health of innocent kid
imposing unforgivable, horrible, execrable misdeeds
irrevocably damaging Lassie or laddie,
which indelibly foisted battering, whereby
even Doctor Marcys Welby M.D. unable to mend
condemning sufferer to psychological Mash pit
triggering Maude lin while Knot's Landing flooded.
Nov 19, 2017
Nov 19, 2017 at 7:59 PM UTC
Adulterous besieging capstone damnation
exploitation foists groping, heaving
insidiously jerking
knowingly lunges
machinations notoriously nymphomaniacal
officiating ****** quests
rapaciously, sadistically
tenaciously, unstoppably
vasocongested wickedness
Xerses yawped zeolously.
***************************
All throughout history of man/woman kind
ascendent civilizations extensively gouged,
impailed, kindled, murderous outrages
quashing sacred urges, women yearned.
***************************
Versatile thematic refrain punctuating nubiles
maximized looting, pillaging, ******
visited upon females via decimating fountainhead
guarding brestworks of vestal virgins,
innocent youths (little boys and girls).
***************************
Twenty first century **** Sapiens male population continue to applaud, covet, extol, gloat, invoke, kickstart, ****** outrages, quest savagely thee unbridled wedded yoke appropriating coquettishly enshrined gals imposing killing mandates okaying queasy sordid ugly wretchedness yanking aborhent behavior denigrating, fulminating, harrassing, jawdropping lewdness, nabbing prized rearends, twerking, violently whiplashing, yelling zingers.
***************************
Now not a day elapses with instances women claim untoward advances, and/or forced coercion to satiate and temporarily slate the ****** thirst informing prononced picadilloes (philandering if married pompous head honcho demands appeasement of coitus, ******** indecent lowball outrageous ribald uncouth ****** animalistic, carnal, feral, gonadal, immoral, kleptomaniacally misogynistic, narcissistic, opportunistic, pathetically reprehensible, torturously undervaluing, validating virility within Yankee Doodle, haply lambasting, proudly touting, vaunted wayfair zest.
***************************
The above meandering stream of consciousness attempted to amplify, a recent spate of accusations figuratively slapped against a male *** mongers, who specifically rule roost, and blithely, demandingly, forcefully, hideously, impishly, killingly, malignantly, opprobriously, powerfully, repeatedly, terminally, vindictively, wantonly, yearningly acrimoniously belittle, demean flagrantly, harshly insinuate keeping mindful, not publicize rabid ****** unwanted villainous withering zeal!
Nov 21, 2017
Nov 21, 2017 at 7:51 PM UTC
Dragging a heart shaped paragon in mine pocket
It's cut
Bruised
Wanting to be seen and used...
Sorrowing in its own plasma claret...
Is this the only beautiful one left?
For its gone unnoticed
Ready to take the highway out
Wherein other vessels as itself
Art beautiful on clouds,
Flagrantly regarded
Not obscured and departed....
But for another to touch it...
To squeeze it in the most pleasurable way!!!!
Jun 25, 2015
Jun 25, 2015 at 8:41 AM UTC
.
a society becomes totalitarian
when it's structure becomes
flagrantly artificial :
that is ,
when it's ruling class
has lost its function
but succeeds
in clinging to power
by Force or Fraud
//
//
( ignorance is no longer an option )
||
we wander ***** cities of ***** children
where the very IDEA of love
has been ***** and mutilated
and all means of communication
in any real way is being *****
and every democratic institution
has been *****
and we sense the whole nation
has been *****
and is now psychopathologically
****** the world
( ignorance is no longer an option )
::
and we arise from our ******
beds of ****
and wash the blood of ****
From our ***** and ****** bodies
and become whole human beings
••
( ignorance is no longer an option )
::
So let us
Truly see ourselves
Truly see each other
and truly heal the world
Sep 9, 2015
Sep 9, 2015 at 12:06 PM UTC
our most frail signals surrender us to movement:
eyes and their gesticulations carry us through foresight and after-sight,
sometimes the latter, which takes on space yet not so much space,
and the previously bestowed upon unction that supersedes
reckless meanings.
syntactical is the source of rivers,
concatenation is the body of mountains:
clocks mean nothing to predate and antedate – now is the time for
such realizations.
I do not know what is it with the trees that moves me
to bend, and I do not know what is it with heads of flowers
that makes me fall in love repeatedly as if to make no sound as a thief
is entering the premises, or an unsuspecting cat dropping
just beside the all-titanium bicycle: desolate, on all-fours, no metamorphosis
happening, just flagrantly stagnant in form.
I peer out in mornings in search for a curve of a face,
or a flutter of an eyelid, all but marvelous insofar as they all remind
you of a picture painted somewhere beyond the mausoleum ******** clad
with pressing scenes but away and moving, always on alteration,
permitting to speak clearly something so breakable and false: a day’s turning into night
sheds its skin and now without gleam nor white even, a child smiles
at me without teeth.
Jan 25, 2016
Jan 25, 2016 at 10:39 PM UTC
Suddenly, from a distant past,
my eyes flash with recollection:
I've been here before --
Not to say another life, but,
another moment in time.
How do I defeat the enemy,
when the pattern -- mistake,
ownership, and growth --
keeps repeating?
Do I keep emulating
this useless thing,
when the distance I see,
or at least seek, shows
no signs of an enemy?
***** nilly sillies
point flagrantly
at every happy clown,
wagging finger, dismayed,
sending to wind "For shame"s.
Historians have always known,
you could always leap frog
the copy/pasted placement
of seasons as if to say
we're changing.
One person's happiness
is the next one's disaster.
Think other thoughts.
You're a master.
Feb 14, 2019
Feb 14, 2019 at 4:39 PM UTC
Past...
she assumed the mantle
of the head honcho
yet this position wasn't
in her crescendo
the one who had been
born afore
she flagrantly opted
to ignore
Present...
a chief's cap
on her crown of authority
she'd always wear it
with an air of superiority
this forewoman's
signature to keep
her elder being
the compliant sheep
Future...
she took a walk
down the lane
of clearer thought
where she realized
that serenity in the family
was sought
off came the crown's
wayward hobbles
on the lane where they'd be
happier kinfolk cobbles
Aug 20, 2016
Aug 20, 2016 at 7:33 PM UTC
Idiocies, flagrantly rotten hearts, such stupid ****
Numb skull niceties of chumps, chimps pimping us
Serving subterfuge, lucidly playing dumb
In life's dark cauldron now overrun, brimming with
Premeditation and enemy minds, a convict's ***** on the side.
Inception & loss by way of the gun, itches to **** to get rich
Eager harbingers of calamity and pain—terrorists…
Never feels not ashamed, brainwashed school-shooting kids
Crude excuse for players haters games, cheat & takes (life)
Empty of wisdom, belly aching snakes eats tail & world alike.
Jun 22, 2019
Jun 22, 2019 at 2:52 AM UTC
We have walked on the moon
And zoomed into outer space.
Messages travel the world
At a breath-taking pace.
We've landed rovers on Mars
And scoured the depths of the sea,
Snapped close-ups of Saturn
And explored to the nth degree.
We've studied the changing climate,
Prevented many a disease,
And invented artificial
Limbs and hips and knees.
We've made great strides fighting cancer;
New studies are taking root
In the area of quantum physics
And molecular biology to boot.
With all this amazing progress
We're still miles behind
When it comes to opening
The human heart and mind.
Misinformation takes precedence
Over rational thought;
Forgetfulness erases
The lessons we were taught.
Awareness, compassion, empathy…
Where have they gone?
Distrust, fear, and hatred
Ruthlessly live on.
It's almost as though some governments
Are insidiously in sync
At being flagrantly negligent
Of encouraging people to think.
More than ever it's crucial
To distinguish truth from lies.
It's incumbent on us
To open resistant eyes.
How do we treat other people?
Our human actions show,
That despite our advancements,
We have a long way to go.
- by Bob B
Nov 3, 2016
Nov 3, 2016 at 9:38 AM UTC