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Big Virge Oct 2014
One ... Must show ...
.... " Composure " ....
when facing ... " Exposure " ...
to ... Ignorant Heads ... !!!!! ...
"Showing" ... Disrespect ... !!!!!!

Like those ...
QUICK to run ...
Their ... "jealous" ... gums ...
who ... ACT ... as though ...
They Fear ... NO FOE ... !!!!!!!

There's ... ALWAYS ONE ... !!!!!
who will ... succumb ...
to ... Provoking You ...
through ... " Shady Moves !!! " ...

The ... Type of Fool ...
who can't deal with ....

... " Truth " ... !?!

and runs ... A Show ...
that is .... " A Joke " ....
because their ... flow ...

..... Through .....
Speech ... or ... Prose
is ... Nothing More ...
than ... WEAK and Flawed ... !!!!!

The type ... who lick ...

******* ... ******* ... !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

A **** Type ....
" Neo-Fascist " ....
who keeps ... His ...

.... " ******* " ....
CLOSE TO HIM .... !!!!!

Just like .... George ...
and .... Mr. Blair ....

These ... "Evil Types" ...
are ... " Everywhere " ... !!!!!

Offering ... Bribes ...
to ... Dummies Inclined ...
to ... " Towing Their Line ?!? " ...
of ... " Corrupted Designs ! " ...

They're ...

Greasy .... Slimy ....
Sneaky ... and ...  Grimy ... !!!!!

The type ... whose death ...
Won't Be ... " Untimely " ... !!!!!

" What's Wrong ... with them ?!? "

Well clearly, they ....
Have got ... PROBLEMS ... !!!!!

Some ...
Try To ... IMPRESS ...
through their  ....
Use of ..... Text .....
when they should ... accept ...

that their prose ... is ...

.... " Worthless " .... !!!!!

"Classic" .... FOOLS ....
who make ... Wrong Moves ... !!!!!

Just to ... make you ...
Lose your ... cool ... !!!!!

When ... dealing with them ...
" Composure's " ... The Tool ...
that makes them start to ...

..... " Hurl Abuse " ..... !!!!!

and ... continue ...
to break the ... RULES ... !!!

" The Rules " ... of ...
....... The Game .......

that ... CLEARLY ... State ... !!!

RESPECT ... is ... EARNED ... !!!!!
NOT ... Taken ... OKAY ... !!!!!!!!!!!

These FOOLS ... can't take ...

" Truthful Wordplay " ....

So they .....
Choose to display

" Aggressive Traits " ... !!!

when clearly ... They ...
should ... Know Their Place ... !!!!!

Watching those ....
who ... COMMAND ... The Stage ...
with ... Ease ... Composure ...
and .... Such Grace ...

That ...
WHATEVER ... They Say ... !!!?!!!
Leaves ... Them ...

..... Upstaged ..... !!!!!!

" Jealous Ingrates " ....

who think ... because ...
You've ... Walked ... AWAY ...
that ... You're ... AFRAID ...

which is .... Ofcourse ....
Their ... First Mistake ... !!!!!

There's .....
ALWAYS ONE ... !!!!
who is ... So Dumb ... !!!
that their own actions ...
Leave them .... STUNG .... !!!!!!!
and in .... The End ....
cause them ... Problems ... !!!!!!!!

If they were .... " Clever " ....
They'd use ... Their Heads ... !!!
and use ... Their Pens ...
to prove that they're ... " BETTER " ...
than ... " Butting Heads " ... !!!!!! ...

But .....
They choose to ... REJECT ...
Butting ... " Intellects " ...
cos' ... They KNOW ...
that's a ... " Test " ...
that's ... BEYOND ... Their Best ... !!!!!

That figures .......

" Oh Yes " ... !!!!!

because they're ... " INEPT " ...

So they ... Choose to ...
Make ... THREATS ... !!!!!
as well as ... " Disrespect " ... ?!!!?
... " Respected Poets ! " ...
who they know ... write poems ...

Waaaayyyy ABOVE ... !!!!!!

Their attempts .... !!!

They think that they ....
are ... WINNERS ... !!!!!!!!!

When ... CLEARLY ... they ...
are ... SINNERS ... !!!!!!
who are ... Absolute ...
....... BEGINNERS ....... !!!!!

Who ...
NEED to ... Learn ...

to ... SIMMER ... down ... !!!

It's Not ... Their fault ...
that they ... are ... " CLOWNS " ... !!!

But .....
Threats of .... ASSAULT ....
May ... bring them ... DOWN ... !!!!!!

So ....
REMEMBER ... These Words ... !!!!!

They're ... WELL OBSERVED ... !!!!!

Their ... IGNORANCE ...
has ... NO DEFENCE ...
and just ... CONFIRMS ...

Their Lack .....
of ... " Depth " ... !!!

Their ... ARROGANCE ...
Drowns ... " Common Sense " ...

which ... In the ... END ...
They may .... REGRET .... !!!!!

Their movements ...
....... " SMELL " ...... !!!!!!!!!!

of ..... " Jealousy " .....
because they ... write ...

" WEAK POETRY ! "

That ... SHUNS Truth ...
and ... " REALITY " ... ?!!!?

It seems ... " The Truth " ...
Hurts Fools ... like ... THEM ...

..... " Therefore " .....
... " Their School " ...

is one for people ...
with ... " PROBLEMS " ... !!!!!

So .....
Now ... This Piece ...
has reached ......

It's ... " Closure " ...

The Moral ... is ...

when dealing with ...

" Human Insects " ...

Don't get ... TENSE ... !!!

If they choose ta ...
... " Taunt Ya " ...

Ignore them ... YES ...

and show .....

.... " Composure " ....
I'd suggest, A PRICELESS ... commodity ...
Right about NOW !
Cali Apr 2013
in a city that breeds hooligans
ingrates and indecencies,
where the architecture of a lost era
crumbles into brothels and madhouses,
where shootings peak
with the heat of summer,
where new windows are boarded up daily
and we chop down trees like fanatics,
in the city I call home,
in the city I love,
destroyed by its ignorance,
I am condemned to silent pleas
and empty stares.
Sam Temple Oct 2015
trunks filled with junk and the crunk juice flows
flunked out pill popping junkies with no cash go
drunkenly to the shrunken head show
knowing they stunk.
The monks dunked funky mumps victims
on bunk beds and licked them
instead of fixing lunk-headed situations
with linkin-log technologic advances
drinking dogs retrofitted with dance moves
groove on the wooden floor while ****** bore
the Moors with tales of divorce and random *******
on all fours in doorways
during bad plays on the interstate…
demonstrators, unregulated, on roller skates
wait at the gates of the ingrates filled with hate
and throw pie plates with fated accuracy
and the belated bureaucratic picnic
nitwits in knickers knuckle bump
and plump debutants snicker
the wicker croquet mallets
perform ballet in the chalet
and I have to valet the cars –
natalie anderson Mar 2013
dope no way out
by Natalie Elizabeth (Notes) on Wednesday, March 23, 2011 at 3:20pm

Sick of all the weakness and all the pain Sick of all the ******* and the shock in the brain Sick of all the losers and all their lies Sick of all the people that watch you go by You gotta get away But there's no way out No, no, no There's no way out No, no, no Sick of all you ingrates just complain Sick of all the stupid **** you push in my brain Sick of that follow but don't know why Sick of all you ******* and I wish you'd just ******* die You gotta get away But there's no way out No, no, no There's no way out No, no, no Here we go again Sick of all the sorrow Without a doubt I'll be sick of it tomorrow You gotta get away But there's no way out No, no, no There's no way out No, no, no There's no way out
pushthepulldoor Mar 2014
Silence like the inhale
before the exhale
of the ex-pianist
who lost his arm
saving his quadrant
from a land mine.

A moment of silence
for the men and women
who gave their lives
for a country of ingrates
who never offer any words of hope
or even a silent smile.

The silence of a mother
brushing her daughters raven-like hair back behind her ear.
A mother who had to beg for one last moment
to memorize every freckle and curve
as well as every pore and eyelash.
The silence of a final embrace.

A smile, quietly plastered on
to hide the screaming youth.
The silence before nervous laughter
swallowing back shallow sobs.

The silence of a wolf stalking its prey
before a bullet enters its brain from behind.
And the silence of the pups
watching from a distance.
Then the clamor of the gunmen
ecstatic with their catch,
falling silent only seconds before
the tortured howling and cries
from the orphaned beasts
surround their sub-conscience
for the rest of their lives.
© M.S.
William A Poppen Dec 2017
Life Without Resentment

Nearly everyone has stored
among hardbacks and paperbacks
or dusty mental drawers
resentments, gathered incidentally
unintentionally or
by rubbing shoulders
with ingrates and other
irritating souls

Meeting her, she exudes
an excitement for what is said
while displaying an openness
a self-reliance
that disallows any acrimony
indignation or animosity

No bitterness is harbored
nor rancor secreted
among the ruins
of her disappointments

Not long-suffering
the past is forgiven and forgotten

Not apprehensive or perturbed
she treads in this moment
with the power of living in the present
no longer feeling victimized
She lives refreshed, restored
without resentment
My impression of someone I know who now seems free of resentment
Glenn McCrary Apr 2014
I’m a grown man, but
Sadly, I’m beginning to think that just like everyone else
That multiple millenniums will have surpassed our graves
Before a day strikes that you’ll take notice
Oh, but wait you are conservative
Though you state that you are a democrat


Well, tell me what kind of democrat
when faced with opportunities or possibilities for change
outright vetoes it without consideration for experimentation?
I remember when I proposed to you the idea of baking velvet cakes in multifarious colors
You accepted and requested me to buy all of the ingredients
claiming you were gonna make the **** cake, but every day that you said you were
You never did.
You attempted to argue with me over trivial ****
like the fact that you don’t own the house
and that it along with all of the **** that you have could be gone
without a moment’s notice
I guess that’s why you are always threatening to put me out huh?
Because you are afraid of that fact so you try to project it onto others right?
What kind of life lesson is that?


On days when I am out and about
Yeah sure I buy things for myself to eat for lunch
but then when I come home I always have to debate with you
over my next meal
It is always a constant battle between me
and your distorted logic and reasoning


Me: “Mom I haven’t eaten anything since pizza time earlier may I get a bowl of cereal?”
Mom: “Wait until I get off the phone.”

Thirty minutes pass…

Me: "May I eat now?"
Mom: "You shouldn’t have to eat twice if you ate a whole pizza.”
Me: “It was a small pizza and that was around twelve this afternoon.”
Me: “Your logic is distorted; Everybody eats more than once a day.”
Mom: “Anyway you can eat the other cereal not cinnamon toast crunch.”
Mom: “Distorted? Every adult that buys their own food can eat whenever they want otherwise there is no logic in your reasoning. I don’t have to feed you. You don’t feed anyone with your money.”
Me: There is 100% logic in my reasoning as well as everything I say regardless of who is feeding who and one less thing that the population needs to be fed are useless and fabricated theoretical fallacies over useful and valuable facts; At the end of the day nobody wins.”
Mom: I would like you to move out as soon as possible so that there will be no need to feed or conversate with you.”
Me: “No conversation with you is worth even one syllable that is why I avoid talking to you; I’m wasting my time right now even texting you.”
Mom: “Then stop.”
Mom: “Just get out of my house and you won’t ever have to talk to me or my relatives.”




What the **** am I then? Just a man with some paper and a pen who has some poems day and night profusely spilling upon the pages in spite? Just a fan with some extensive knowledge of past and current chart toppers turned to developing a passion within disc jockeying?


NO! I’m just a man who is disgusted to even have ever been given the blessing to title you ingrates what I call the curse that s my family.
Yenson Sep 2019
They call it flooding
sensory overloading and psyche attack
persisting harping on negatives acts created
this to a spineless snowflake would drive insane
they see it as gnawing at a scar re opening wounds for pain
or the torturing style of keeping a prisoner awake while music runs
playing unappreciated sounds over and over and over and over again
he sadist ****** buzzes believing we are doing his head cracking it

I see emotional intelligence
this is psychotic obsession by an inferior bully
imagine the damage inherent in minds such as these
imagine how useless inadequate unfulfilled and pained to do this
I feel sorry for them then I find it funny they put in time and effort
then even funnier  that there is no bases in reality or truth to it at all
perhaps sadly I also see there are loads of unhinged people around
then gainfully it all reinforces my confidence and self assurance
and in all modesty the difference between good education an *******

But there is something I do not comprehend
why ingrates have not considered that if their acts impacted
I have choice to leave site and not read their delusion therapies
do they imagine I am masochistic or numb as they erroneously say
I think not its simply narcissists are arrogant and lack introspection
which brings me to a salient assertion which again I state humbly
If I'm going to be driven mad it would not be by a bunch of asinine nutcases and semi illiterate spineless cowards and certified toe-rags

I rest my Lords......
JS Gray Apr 2013
If her tongue were any sharper it would be a sword.

"It's so much fun watching the gears
in his head attempt to grasp each other
trying to understand our sarcasm."


A touch as light as one's first kiss...
Silent shock of twinkling shards...
rich, pure crimson flowing out of a wide and terribly long ****
A sharpness of almost medical assault
eyes widened by fear, consumed by darkness

That frigid tone of disdain were the normal words heard from her throat
Her words so sweet to be called almost honeyed

But nothing that she says matters
**** is the only thing I hear from her mouth

"Being a girl means you cry easily..."
"But only Ingrates think like that."


The Haunting Rings of Love
Ripped from the Clutches if Her Life by a Simple,
Warn, Welcoming Smile

Ms. VonFray screams and throw herself away; flying into life, seeing who she could be
But of course Jay was unable to see it

"They will hear it,"
Someday they will have no choice but to hear it.
That beautiful shriek
That silent scream that couldn't have been quite if it wanted to...

"bibebamus!" or maybe it was bibit

All I do is watch as the quill continues to speak all the stories it knows

As all sound is finally silenced....
Sorry that it doesn't make much sense. Was a class assignment.
Breon Mar 2018
I offer no defense of my hidden sin,
Not when it wastes a fragment of eternity
In frivolous expenditure, stretched so thin
Across another vast, sprawling century.
And if I would - if I were - where to begin
This tour of a macabre private gallery?
All things, even this one, have their beginnings:
Thus, my humble collection's underpinnings.

Called to this divine vocation, I set out
Each time I encountered one who, crafting art,
Demanded my attentions. Please: never doubt
The truth of my intentions; my swelling heart
Adores them, falls in love as they sing or spout
Their lifeblood inspiration. Stepping apart
From all of this, don't stare so miserably!
Can I be blamed for working literally?

I love them, one and all, and here I curate -
Safe from all the ravagings of time, if not
Precisely speaking safe from my own mandate -
The workings and workers who inspired such thought,
Such incisive action. I lay them in state
With tender care, never sold and never bought.
Perhaps a glance at my favorite pieces
Might reassure you? My latest releases?

Observe the cuts into copper, engraving
Her fury, her passion into the cold plates!
How torturous, yes? She recalled it, raving,
Having sought me out to deny the ingrates
Assailing her solitude, as a craving.
I preserved her passion. Here, her works’ mates:
The roses she treasured etched into the hard bone
Of her shoulder-blades and skull, instead of stone.

But so few beloveds grace my humble home
Despite my voracious eye surveying scores
Of likely lovers - artful, otherwise - some
Lacking, left uninvited. Those I adore,
I long to beckon close - close as you now come.
Join me? There's more to show you, so much more,
And I hope you'll linger tonight, to dine.
I've just the thing for an artist who loves wine…
The request: "write something about a monster who does all her killing because she's genuinely trying to help people." As always, I'm fixated on muses. Apologies to Browning.
Sam Temple Jun 2016
Replaying what their saying praying they bring light to this white uptight insightful wannabe rapper
Cracking the code attacking the slackers taking wack swings trying to use the Clapper dressed dapper
Like Versace shoestrings singing like ODB making sure my breaths clean, it’s my upbringing two parent
Household got no gold but I make you mind blown rocking rhymes about frog and toad I’m road worn
And born weary love oregon’s rain, dreary love to read Beverly Cleary like Ramona wasn’t cheerleading
A future bare back ******* posing as a children’s reader more like a chicken head feeder yet sweeter
Cold toes in the morning gotta find a slipper pull up my cargo pants, can’t find the zipper feeling like
Jack Tripper …. its slipperier the ***** to attacking Iraq with most black troops a whole new set of roots
The truth is uncouth like jerking off in a telephone booth *** shooting on yellow pages gobs coating
Everyones names strangers in cages with rage faces and misplaced hate…******* ingrates –
Yenson Sep 2019
They call it flooding
sensory overloading and psyche attack
persisting harping on negatives acts created
this to a spineless snowflake would drive insane
they see it as gnawing at a scar re opening wounds for pain
or the torturing style of keeping a prisoner awake while music runs
playing unappreciated sounds over and over and over and over again
them sadist psychos buzzes believing we are doing his head in, cracking it

I see from emotional intelligence
this is psychotic obsessions by an inferior bullies
imagine the damage inherent in minds such as these
imagine how useless inadequate unfulfilled and pained to do this
I feel sorry for them then I find it funny they put in time and effort
then even funnier  that there is no bases in reality or truth to it at all
perhaps sadly I also see there are loads of unhinged people around
then gainfully it all reinforces my confidence and self assurance
and in all modesty the difference between good education an *******

But there is something I do not comprehend
why ingrates have not considered that if their acts impacted
I have choice to leave site and not read their delusion therapies
do they imagine I am masochistic or numb as they erroneously say
I think not its simply narcissists are arrogant and lack introspection
which brings me to a salient assertion which again I state humbly
If I'm going to be driven mad it would not be by a bunch of asinine nutcases and semi illiterate spineless cowards and certified toe-rags
LVI Elapsed October 17th's Bore Witness
To A Girl Born With True Grit

Tuss ben big goo me newt to write
and how though trite
thine complex edifice immersed in spite
which doth nobody any good RIGHT
hence hie exerted effort
from within this quite

mindful sib bull ling to detach himself from his own plight
and fashion attempt (however feeble)
   to complete before this night
a communique (my apologies if thee cognition strikes thee
   with dumbfounded hard to comprehend patois),
   but perchance a mite

bit of the following - dashed off in a huff - epistle sheds light
on ceasing to ignore yourself (envious
   of yar fierce sticktowithiveness) scaling height
of apprehension (more insurmountable than  
   natural mountain peak, versus taking flight
and shuttering ye out of my humdrum life (orchestrated
   with mild sax and violins), yea not mooch to excite
but, this effort pressing fingers
   upon select keys eventually generated a byte
size message sent via FIOS fiber optic and mostly airtight.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

Tis with great difficulty birthday cheer proffered,
when psyche still stung
by lash of acrimouny, calumny, effrontery, finality rung
humility indelicacy,...zealotry
as if spoken with glee from your tongue.
unwise to sustain estrangement caws
each of us imperfect, aye kin attest mine past awash with flaws,

and admit crushing impact felt from others,
especially late Zison inlaws
but, now yearly occasion of your birth opportunistic
   despite being annexed by anxiety based on uncertain laws
sans human behavior, how ye might respond,
   me owning modest kudos buffer as oopahs

   to risk brokering a detente (which avoidance
   toward thee) undermines cumulative,
endearing hur rahs
visited times gone by,
   which recent past found me unstoppably gurgling
   invariably vibrating uvulas
(yes, ja probably forgot, this bro' born
   a mutant Ninja Turtle) xy awes,

   speaking severe nasal sounds,
   when exhalation boyhood memory draws
obvious twang – another ace in the hole for bullies –
   gnashing identityguard where gauze
superfluous, and those hurtful ingrates lobbed words,

   when they may as well swang fists at me upper and lower jaws,
though decades in the past, the imprimatur indeibly etched,
   yet stinging rebukes from maws
and faux paws trigger remembrance of things past
   (analogous to Post Traumatic Stress Disorder -

in my case countless acromonious, denigrating, execrable names
contributed to Schizoid Personality Disorder –
though predisposition for sundry mental illness
most likely incsribed within mom and pop sic cull genes),
now greater  enlightenment reacting/responding to stress

comprehending my biology, chronology, ecology, geneaolgy
(fyi – Amelie paid consultant at 23andme.com for blueprint
denoting fabric housing jumbled, linkedin, nested past –
results surprisingly showed 1% Neanderthal
   comprise inherited) psychology,
thus explaining insatiable hunger for bananas,
and intermittant urge to swing from tree to tree,

whereby I willingly accept arboreal, corporeal,
   generallly less than ideal traits
which pro active overtures arrest
   (without a warrant), contest, assent everest
(albeit metaphorically) satisfactorily
   extending virtual olive branch (pitted)
recognize immutable imposibility to confront
   excrutciating bygone feelings,
this endeavor, a quest to test mine kempf zone, and endure

current flow of uneasiness (clammy
   and sweaty hands fostered by andiety),
yet exorcizing mailer demons critical
   to experience mindfullness, and requisite
to fast tract expeditious deliverence,
   whereat ye ought not be deprived

   THIS SIBLING (HAN SOLE BROTHER)
   WHOSE LOVE TOOTH HE
   (on account of dentures) DIDST OFTEN BESPEAK!
Oliver Miamiz Jul 2016
All of us believe
in something,
be it Real or Pseudo-Illusion,
Religious or Materialistic.
Most of us have
Phobia's,
although we seem
strong and Rough.
but DEEP within we
seek and yearn for
something'
Though the thought
of it scares the HELL
out of us,
no DOUBT most of
us OPT to seek shelter
from our own
SOLACE.
Forlon seekers we've
remained for so Long,
and at night nightmares
HAUNT us Rendering
us HAGRIDDEN.
no wonder our minds
are filled with Hideous
and Grubby thoughts.
JOVIAL faces we
portray daily,
but our Souls are
DESTITUTE,
CYNISISM is the Order
of the day and
maledicting at other
Peoples success.
In DEED real Ingrates
and Sartunine we are,
best things in life
are free and simple.
We're our own path-finders and
choosers of our own
KISMET..
smallhands Aug 2014
enough damage has been done
send our condolences to yonder sun
its yellow mask to beaches bask
killing purity as it stains and sinks down in
so hard to love but impossible to despise,
this overbearing sphere of flame
dismiss us to the caves and underground places, tis unright to see all the faces
that tilt up to gaze but turn sideways, a myth of blindness intercedes
ingrates people children users misers lovers keepers sleepers
(oh, grey skies, will the sun die with us?)

-cj
Yenson Jul 2018
The tallest poppy sprout refined and majestic in rarefied inner peace

In wisdom, knowledge and truth he embraces his charismatic rays

Self-assured, confident, stoic and compassionate, sincere in truthful pleas

That duly in the service of others, our world would be a better place

Where each and all finds in true hope, their deserving nirvana undismayed

And with honest toil and gainful endeavour, bright smiles will grace every face



Alas, the land is filled with psychopaths, deviants, louts, charlatans and knaves

Mindless simpletons, arrogant buffoons, deluded malcontents, shepples and fleas

Racists, liars, Lilly-liver ed cowards, inadequate bullies and stained underclass with knives

Hedonists, drunkards, pedophiles, lying hypocritical vicars and inglorious common thieves

Fathers and mothers with no control over off-springs and hapless aged locked away in fear

Whilst the shameless cowardly reprobates, uncouth, unwashed declares, we rule the hives

And as the wont of sad degenerate mediocrities,  mesmerises a gang of fools in similar dire



Some say they are the barbarians of Europe, uncultured, arrogant, mindless, jingoistic ***** dusts

Basking at once, then denigrating a proud history made by the elites, who now patronise them

And indoors, sip iced Bollinger, nibble on caviar, and shake their saloon ed heads in disgust

The educated professionals indulge them and offer liberal platitudes, the problem is at the stem

And the pitiful ingrates, dosed on *******, hyped on beer and moonshine from a Polish den

Stagger and pounce about pathetically, and hiss through yellow uneven teeth, power to the people

"This is Democracy", they pontificate, we can terrorize the likes of the Tallest Poppy, that silly Zen



So how does one explain what 'piffling contempt' means to deranged, deluded, inadequate psychos, then

How do indulgent semi-illiterates class, limited by a benevolent nanny State see they project their angst onto better men

And vent their spleen and the frustrations of their limitations and insignificance on to others who they fear and envy.

The pain and miseries of their unfulfilled, mundane and superficial, empty lives, means others should suffer too

So again, So how does one explain what 'piffling contempt' means to deranged, deluded, inadequate psychos

How do you catch a *****, extricate the coward bully, and revive a dead brain, capable of aspirations and higher ideals
Kayotic Tragedy Feb 2017
Tis this a holiday full of of ingrates
All of which complain that they don't have dates
So now they sit here moping about how they are alone for Valintes Day
But what about those other holidays?
The kids without mothers, fathers you see?
Those children who cry the days everyone else has somewhere to be.
So if you are alone, sit on your couch or lay in your bed.
And be thankful you aren't in worse circumstances instead.
Snap and then drool
with the vastly improved
brand new
cyanide capsule

available at selected outlets
for outcasts
ingrates
madmen and
inmates.

you may laugh but it's coming
euthanasia will be phased in
and they will put our lights out,
in this example 'our'
refers to
all of you called me and most
of me called you
some will slip through and
I bet it will be the rich,
(the ones who should be first in the ditch)
the politicians
solders and magicians
and the boys in the City
ain't sitting so pretty
but those down in Petty France
lead us on a merry dance
up the garden path.

laugh until I cry and
then laugh until you die
buy
buy
try
new improved
today.
Jabbering Ignominious Hypocrite Gabbles - against the backdrop of gross unbridled viscous wracking zealotry bruiting extinguishing inherent national trust...  

Poetic Introduction:

I wax and wane rhapsodic
plus prosaically politic
aware severe erosion
of American democracy
over run by narcissistic
over stuffed ego-freezer,
whose vocabulary
extremely laconic
foe swash buckling braggadocio
commander in chief
not gun shy
to brandish (hugely
bully like) jingoistic
tirade unleashing horrific
banshees more'n 10, 000
foo fighting maniacs
(nemesis of liberty) fatalistic
to sanctity of
United States democracy
throw back at him bigly,
his woeful treachery,
quasi xenophobic, tragic,
and lunatic bred anarchy!

Each ticking second of every single day, the pensive, doughy face execrably debased “dunderhead” criminal commander in chief (trumpeting acrimonious, calumnious, egregious...yakking), while donned in gay apparel) trumpeting lunatic, jingoistic, ideology imbues heretic catalysts.

Thou art unduly seething, quaking, and oozing mercurial kindling ideological glommed ethos of mine. These atrocious blaspheming, castigating, denigrating, excoriating, fulminating gross humiliations imply jerkiness, kookiness, lunacy.

No! Not for one more term can this acidulous, indecorous Mandates need outspoken politicians quickly removing this utterly vile wicked Xerses.

Thus spoke Zarathustra (without blandishment) to me, a gluten and monosodiumglutinate free, NON-GMO non-alarmist, nonestablishmentarian, nor ham aye a nihilist.

Yukon just **** sitter me a copacetic, energetic, ironic language lover (English is ma lingua franca late mother tongue), who waxes poetic, but tall so one babbling, creaking, and dabbling dis arming marine naval (gazing) scrivener expressing stance toward thee present lord save us (Te Deum) included despite admitting to espouse atheistic tendencies.

This “FAKE” president aces at blabbing acerbic, caustic, empathetic, fatalistic hoary jabbering mishmash!

I aim to affect a chain reaction while this paunchy dumpling remains in office, whereat he flirts, debases, colludes, with amoral, diabolical, execrable horrible ingrates.

His see-through debonair, imposter nuanced orbit poseur quite revealing sans, (inviting guests, sans agents provocateurs to join his all-star ensemble of mailer daemons, lampoon kickstarting imps of the pervert further underscores this delusional faux equalitarian huckster as an unqualified commander in chief!

A flourishing gesticulation (hocus – pocus) kindles, flickered and evinces braggadocio. This pantomime a charade, facade, inlaid limp odiousness. Via compounding gall, he makes official indiscriminate ******* legislation all the exempting himself and kin.

Smug slinking, sneering, sporting antics attempt to cocoon diabolical, horrible laws (automatically abrogating, evading, flaunting every decree, whereat he affixes his signature). This absolute zero with dangerous liaisons significantly, knowingly, and increasingly shortens the metaphorical burning fuse.

He sets the figurative and literal global shaky sphere stage setting off a global conflagration. If privy with box office seat, you will rub shoulders with guest appearances sans, worldwide webbed sheep in wool clothing faux allies.

These Janus faced grungy beastie boys, cagily, edgily cadge facile self-possessing knack to acquire fruitful knick knacks (paddy whacks give their dog a bone), which forsaken good and plenty treats blithely, blindly, blandly exchanged at the emotional, financial, and spiritual expense of American taxpayers.

This collusion to fiddle (while Rome burns), gamble and mollycoddle with turncoats actually, demonstrably, generously favors these chameleon nemeses.

Poetic Polemic Bookends this rant:

Though poor (financially),
this figurative anchorite
doth no longer
wanna feel powerless
against bicameral blight
thus approaching 2020 election...
uneasily doth excite.
On voit dans les sombres écoles
Des petits qui pleurent toujours ;
Les autres font leurs cabrioles,
Eux, ils restent au fond des cours.

Leurs blouses sont très bien tirées,
Leurs pantalons en bon état,
Leurs chaussures toujours cirées ;
Ils ont l'air sage et délicat.

Les forts les appellent des filles,
Et les malins des innocents :
Ils sont doux, ils donnent leurs billes,
Ils ne seront pas commerçants.

Les plus poltrons leur font des niches,
Et les gourmands sont leurs copains ;
Leurs camarades les croient riches,
Parce qu'ils se lavent les mains.

Ils frissonnent sous l'œil du maître,
Son ombre les rend malheureux.
Ces enfants n'auraient pas dû naître,
L'enfance est trop dure pour eux !

Oh ! La leçon qui n'est pas sue,
Le devoir qui n'est pas fini !
Une réprimande reçue,
Le déshonneur d'être puni !

Tout leur est terreur et martyre :
Le jour, c'est la cloche, et, le soir,
Quand le maître enfin se retire,
C'est le désert du grand dortoir ;

La lueur des lampes y tremble
Sur les linceuls des lits de fer ;
Le sifflet des dormeurs ressemble
Au vent sur les tombes, l'hiver.

Pendant que les autres sommeillent,
Faits au coucher de la prison,
Ils pensent au dimanche, ils veillent
Pour se rappeler la maison ;

Ils songent qu'ils dormaient naguères
Douillettement ensevelis
Dans les berceaux, et que les mères
Les prenaient parfois dans leurs lits.

Ô mères, coupables absentes,
Qu'alors vous leur paraissez **** !
À ces créatures naissantes
Il manque un indicible soin ;

On leur a donné les chemises,
Les couvertures qu'il leur faut :
D'autres que vous les leur ont mises,
Elles ne leur tiennent pas chaud.

Mais, tout ingrates que vous êtes,
Ils ne peuvent vous oublier,
Et cachent leurs petites têtes,
En sanglotant, sous l'oreiller.
Bryant Aug 2018
These days are for the daisies, accented with juniper and babies breath
A gazebo beneath a tree like shade on a cloudy afternoon

With our glasses more vertical than not; I drink you in and swear away the day

She smiles, because I stare off for long periods of time
Reasoning, that I don't want her to catch me gazing at what I have no right to love

A gardener's guilt
Plucking the ripe and ready
It's the time of season for cessation
The paradoxical harvest
An event of sustenance and death

A consumer has no sensation other than taste
A carnivore only taste one flavor

Your flesh on the vine
A rare and coveted commodity
Past vintages become quartets of meaningless digits, like discarded combinations on a constantly changing tumbler

The fortuitous ones will eventually get their chance, but only after the
horticulturist has gotten his fill

For I have forced breath into you
Developing your unique character
With subtle augmentations to your composition; and experience above all else

Only the most bitterly tortured fruit becomes wine of notoriety
A sadistic vintner periodically sampling the evolution of his wares

Very often the inflictions are bored by both master and slave

I feel it in you
It's the only time I do
Feel
Misery is contingent upon company

A fool's philosopher
With flawless adages and quips

He is no different

Eventually we all will be met with the contradictions of our exasperated convolutions

Then where will you be?

Why, you have been made golden!
A hopewell beacon amongst the treacherous and ******
You are now nebulous and immaculate
Like the figure encased with in the marble

Does the sculpture recall the stripping sensation induced by the artisanal hands of the craftsman?

Or is it's ears filled with the clamoring?

Ingrates and dolts who only appreciate the product rather than the steadfast passions of it's means

Amongst the gawking gazers I am indistinguishable; as you are now to me
David R May 2022
sometimes i yearn to sing with the stars
to be one with Jupiter, Venus 'n Mars
to scale the heavens, make my voice heard,
to soar ever upwards, on feathers of bird,
to join in the song of orange-tipped rays
that shine over Earth at start of new days
to bathe in the light of Eternal's blue gown
and sew for Him words He can wear as a crown

and at once i am there, in the heavens above,
in the waves and the currents of outpour of love,
dancing among stars of burning white fire
circling with angels of purest desire
the existence of self dissolved in the ether
the soul's divine rest with the Earth far beneath her
spirit at rest in the ***** of Source
in loving embrace of benevolent Force
Mind of the Father and Womb of the Mother,
Arms of my Friend, breath of my Lover

there i forget all the pain and the sorrow
the worry, the fear, the concern of the morrow,
i forget to beseech, to implore and to pray
to scream and to shout, to beg and to say
"Make the world better, that man and beast
not prey on each other, on their downfall not feast,
that each live in harmony as sister and brother
with regard and care and concern for the other,
that there be an end to the senseless warfare,
that breeds on pride, that sows despair,"
To plead, "put a kibosh on the metal annihilator,
the blaster, the bomb, the knife of executioner,
that seeds of pure kindness should sprout and proliferate
heal minds of the mindless and hearts of the ingrates."

i forget to pray, to roar "it's enough!
all the death, all the sickness, all the hurt thereof",
for there in heaven there is only love
there's no mention of pain in the heavens above.
BLT's Merriam-Webster Word of The Day Challenge
#benevolent, kibosh
Lorraine Colon May 2019
Seeking to escape harsh reality,
I pretended to be a vine,
Climbing and clinging to a strong oak,
My eager tendrils did entwine;
With gladdened heart each morn I awoke,
Free of cares and woes, and life was fine

'Round and 'round I twisted, embracing him --
To reach Heaven's light was my goal;
Steadfast and oh, so strong was my oak,
He calmed the unrest in my soul;
Proudly I became his leafy cloak,
But overconfidence took its toll

My sheltering oak had grown tired of me,
He released me and down I fell;
It was then I yearned to be a rose
Of great beauty and fragrant smell;
Why this vain choice?  Only Heaven knows!
What folly, but how was I to tell?

Along came the bees, then the butterflies,
And soon they drank my nectar dry,
Slowly I withered, then my head drooped,
The ingrates left me there to die;
O, to what wickedness they had stooped!
With lowered head, a worm I did spy

Calmly he laid upon the Earth's *****,
Then burrowed deep into the ground,
It opened its arms and welcomed him,
And therein he dwelt, safe and sound;
Being covered by soil seemed so grim,
Yet worth the contentment he had found

"That's it!" I cried, "I want to be a worm,
Hiding deep in my earthen lair,
Where soon I'll forget life's cruelty
And the torments that drove me there!"
And no one will come to look for me,
They might know I'm gone . .  but they won't care
Big Virge Sep 2020
See I'll ...
ASSASSINATE Your Character ...  
If You Expose Vernacular ...    
That Proves You **** ... !!!    
    
WHAT ... Yuh Like Dracula ... !!!    
    
Like Jeru’ I Will Damage Ya ...    
With Wordplay That's ...    
    
... " SPECTACULAR " ... !!!!!    
    
That Proves That I'm ...    
..... "NO Amateur" ...... !!!    
    
See My Prose HITS Cons ... !!!    
Because It's STRONG ... !!!    
And Clearly Belongs ...    
In A Place BEYOND ...........................    

WEAK Characters Patter ...    
Because My Grammar ....    
***** Back That HAMMER  ...    
Like A ... BAD Mamma Jammer ... !!!    
    
But I DON'T NEED Guns ... !!!    
Cos' My Wordplay ... STUNS ... !!!    
    
If You SHOOT I've WON ... !!!    
Cos' Like … OB1 …
I Will Simply Become ...    
MORE POWERFUL Son ...    
Than A Government Run ...    
By ... ATTILA THE *** ... !!!!!!!    
    
See My Wordplay's CLEVER ...
Just Like MY MIND ... !!!    
So DON’T You … EVER ...  
DISRESPECT My Rhymes ... !!!    
    
Because That's A CRIME ... !!!    
For Which You'll Face TIME ... !!!    
Before You're Resigned ...    
To Face A ... FIRING Line ... !!!    
    
of V's ... " Vendetta Letters " ...    
Which Means That I Will END YA ... !!!!!  
    
So NO Return to Sender ...    
I DON'T Have Time To Render ...    
Trend Setters Whose Agenda ...    
Is That of ... Bone Collectors' ... !!!    
    
Their Assassination's ...    
My ... " Vocation " ... !!!!!!!    
    
NO Relating ... !!!    
Just Straight Berating ... !!!    
For Characters HATING ... !!!    
    
Those Whose Station's ...    
… Next To SATAN ... !!!      
    
LYING And CHEATING ... !!!!!    
Because Their Being's ...    
Lacking The STAMINA ... !!!    
To Be A STRONG Character ... !!!    
    
If ... Seeing Is Believing ... ?!?    
Then BELIEVE THIS Son ... !!!!!    
    
I AIN'T The One  ...      
To Be Treated Like ....    
    
.... A HEATHEN .... !!!!!    
    
I Can Hear It In Your Speech .... ???    
You're Breathing Needs ...    
...... "RECEIVING" ..... !!!    
    
It's Clear That You Are WEAK ... !!!    
And I'm ABOVE Your Ceiling !!! ...    
    
ENLIGHTENED ... Yes ... !!!!!!!    
    
So DON'T You Test ... !!!!
UNLESS You Express ...    
To Get ... DISTRESSED ... !?!    
    
See Your Character LACKS ...    
A … GOOD Defence ..... !!!!!    
    
So I Think It's Best ....    
That YOU Just REST .........    
    
Before I PROSECUTE ...    
Right To Your END ... !!!!!!    
    
And It DOESN'T Make Sense ...    
For You To REFUTE ....    
Your Characters' DEATH .... !!!!!    
    
It's Better For You To just Be Cool ...    
BEFORE You Get Schooled ...    
On Your .... " ISSUES " .... !!!      
    
See I've Seen Em' Come ...    
I've Seen Em' ... GO ...    
    
Most Get Struck ...   ...    
By BIG VIRGE Prose ...    
Cos' It Flows It groWS ...    
And Eventually BLOWS ...    
A ... Force Ten Gale ... !!!    
That Then DERAILS ...    
    
ANY Train of Thought ...    
That Is NOT PURE ..... !!!!!    
    
So Son Be SURE ... !!!!!!    
BEFORE Ya RUN Your Jaws ... !!!    
    
That Words You Use ...    
Air … LOGICAL VIEWS .... !!!!!    
Cos' I'm A  Logical Dude ...    
Who AIN'T Confused .... !!!    
    
Does Confused Define YOU ... ?!?    
    
If It Does You Should Choose ...    
To Do ... LESS SPEAKING ...    
    
Come On Now Son .... ?    
SAVE YOUR BREATHING .... !!!    
    
Before You're Caught Short ...    
Cos' of Views You Court ...    
That You SHOULD ABORT ... !!!!!!    
    
See That's A Character FLAW ... !!!    
Running .... " BIG TALK " ....    
When You Should ... LISTEN ...    
And STOP Your ... Hisssssssing ... !!!    
    
See That's A Trait of SNAKES ...    
Or A ... Straight Up FAKE ... !?!    
    
Well NOT QUITE Straight Up ... !!!    
    
Just FAKE As .... WHAT .... ?    
NO NEED To CUSS ... !!!    
Cos' My Vernacular's ABOVE ...    
Those ... TARANTULA Bugs ... !!!!!    
    
Ya Know ...    
    
"Creeps that crawl and don't go to The Ball    
cos' their mouth's TOO BIG for the shoe to fit !”    
    
Characters Who Enlist ...
Behaving Like ... PIGS ... !!!    
    
Feeding From The Trough ...    
of Those NOT STRONG ... !!!    
    
YUP Those Who WREAK ...    
of ... "FEEBLE SPEECH" ... !!!    
    
Who Like To DICTATE ...    
Then ... EXTERMINATE ... !!!    
    
The Type of INGRATES ...    
BIG VIRGE ... ASSASSINATES ... !!!
    
Cos I'm A ... " CHARACTER ASSASSIN " ... !!!    
    
Whose Flows Are EVERLASTING ... !!!    
And Sometimes Kinda Funny ...    
Just Like  THAT ****** Bunny ... !!!    
    
"So, what's up son ... ???"
    
"The Doc's been hung !    
Your time has come to face questions ?"    
    
"What's that you say ... ?    
I ain't so great, okay okay,
well let me set you straight      
with these last lines !"
    
See My Character's STRONG ...    
While Yours ... BELONGS ...    
In A VERY .... "small box" ....    

Where Your … very small **** … !!!    
    
Can Feed Your Brain ...    
With ***** For Your Demons ... !!!
    
Son You Should REFRAIN ...    
From Taking AIM ...    
At Those Whose Prose ...    
Shows CHARACTER Bro ... !!!    

Cos' Your COLLATERAL ....    
Could Get DAMAGED ... !!!!!!!!    
    
When FACTUAL Words ...    
of ... Seminal Verse ...    
ERADICATE Those SLAMMING ... !!!    
    
Cos' Tha' Brother BIG VIRGE ...    
Is … Simply THIS ....    
    
The ........    
    
... "Character Assassin" ...
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