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Martyn Thompson Aug 2011
i - Introduction:
ii - Lismore Park
iii - The Road to Maidenhead
iv - Town Square
v - Contradiction, contraband
vi - Saturday Afternoon
vii - The Circus Comes to Town (Sunday)
viii - The Show
ix - The ringmaster
x - The Fracas
xi - An incident at Upton Park
xii - No ball games
xiii - New found…
xiv - Nearly done
xv - Another time…

i - Introduction:

Come friendly bombs you’ve still to hit
The place whose name means quagmire
The town, the place that’s left bereft
Of soul, of spiritual fire.
But hurry, hurry, please be fast
For the crack dealer plies his trade
With slight of hand and cunning
A ghetto he’ll have made

The peroxide perms have now all grown
And muster outside shops
To wait for the be-suited sales rep
With his rocks and his alco-pops
They’ve all spawned offspring of their own
Fifteen-year-old cradle pushers
Who sold their souls in return for hope
To thirty year old cradle snatchers

Come friendly bombs it’s plain to see
The vacant, empty faces
The lifeless eyes, the pallid skin
The love that leaves no traces
The love that lasts a knee trembling minute
Outside Harry’s and Sluffs
A love that smells of emptiness
O they cannot get enough

Come with me, look over there
To the sculpture in the mall
The stainless tree with it’s stainless birds
And stainless birdsong call
A bird sings and the town all stops
To see from where this sound will show
A bitter disappointment when learned
It was played on the radio

Community service on the airwaves
To draw the crowd together
A song played, a one hit wonder
Reminds us nothing is forever
The sterile radio station plays on
Opiates to which we should yield
And bare our souls and be grateful for
The song of Bedingfield

ii - Lismore Park

The sight of a child playing in the street
Is one of day’s gone bye
But Lismore Park sees them out in droves
Stealing cars and getting high
The twelve year old sent out to play
Whilst mother takes a knap
But really she’s having it away
For a fiver and a brown wrap

The party at the house next door
That never seems to stop
The men all come and go and paw
Girls in this knocking shop
But halt weary traveller, stop!
Come sit and rest your back
The bench awaits you on the green
And the deluded maniac

The man who knows what’s wrong with you
And how to make it better
As long as he keeps his soul filled up
With cheap White Lightening cider
Six large cans for a five-pound note
From the corner shop near the school
An offer really not to be missed
And to make the drunkards drool

A songbird sits on the climbing frame
And sings his cheerful tales
A tune too much for our dear lush
The maniac exhales
The songbird sings and fills the air
With a loving string of notes
That reminds the sitters on the bench
There may still be a hope

A radio plays ‘that’ song again
Should you dare to forget the rhythm
The bird has flown away now
Fed up with this hypnotism
The airwaves are now filled with dross
Thanks to the flat opposite the green
The weary traveller moves on
“Better days has this place seen”

iii - The Road to Maidenhead

O friendly bombs do try to miss
The sweet blossom, the fragrant smell
The flowers, the green grass of the parks
The havens in this hell
Be careful around the Jubilee River
With it’s wildlife and sculpted hills
For a walk in this very man-made place
Will surely heal your ills

But spare no mercy for the superstores
That pollute and destroy our thoughts
“If it’s not on the shelf, we haven’t got it…”
The familiar assistants’ retort
Take no prisoners with the office blocks
That lay empty year after year
For they clutter up the atmosphere
And have no value here

O friendly bombs, o friendly bombs
The cabbages are all grown
They read the Sun and sing along
To the radio’s dreaded drone
Whilst in their vans they speed on by
Jumping all the lights
To price a job – a small brick wall
Based on a thousand nights

The car showrooms… the car dealers
Stack ‘em high and sell them cheap
Chop-chop salesman, soften ‘em up
The rewards are there to reap
Finance, part exchange or cash
Anyhow you like
“No sir, not me sir…
…I’d prefer to use my bike”

The bustle of the weekend crowds
The steamy traffic queues
Stare too hard at that red car
And suffer the abuse
Overtake the blue one now
And make him toot his horn
See him raise his voice in anger
To satisfy his scorn

iv - Town Square

Saturday morning, seven o’clock
The town begins to wake
A pair of sleeping winos
Dream about their fate
They plan their morning sermon
But who will really care
For what they say means nothing
Less than their icy stare

The busker and the balloon man
Wait to take their turns
To entertain and irritate
And suffer being spurned
By a thousand shady shoppers
Who’ve heard it all before
And probably given hard earned cash
To make them play some more

The trickster and the barra’ boys
Set up all their stalls
Selling mobile phone covers
And fake branded hold-alls
Adorn your phone with logos
Hankies for a pound
“Yes sir, we’re here on Sundays…
…(Providing there’s no police around)”

Grab a baked potato and sit
And watch the folk go by
Some will have you in hysterics
Some will make you cry
The man on his double-glazing stand
In his suit and in his tie
The perspiration on his head
Watch him wilt and fry

The songbird settles on the wall
And sings to our delight
A merry sonnet that will inspire
Dreams we’ll have that night
The wino shouts his sermon now
The bird has paused his song
This post-war sprawling Hooverville
Muddles slowly along

v - Contradiction, contraband

On the steps of the library he screams aloud
Through a mist of smuggled gin
“You’re all fools, the lot of you is ****
I’ve not committed sin…”
“It’s not my fault I’m a lush… a drunk
I don’t choose to live this life”
“You’re all wrong in carrying on
It’s you what’s caused my strife”

In his wretched form he abuses the world
Pooh-poohing this and that
A skunk telling the world it stinks
The polemic polecat
“Society has robbed me of everything
And left me less than whole”
“The only day that’s good is Thursday
When the postman brings me dole”

On Friday he meets his dealer
To fuel his pickled mind
The man with the van on Saturday
With the spirit and the wine
By Monday, he’s all skint and broke
The weekend has passed him by
He takes his place on the library steps
We shake our heads and sigh…

Every week the same routine
The same routine again
Like clockwork his life ticks on by
The suffering and the pain
But he tells us it’s all our fault
We’re the ones not right
But it’s very easy for him to say
The man who’s so contrite

The children watch him puzzled
It’s more than they can bear
“It’s very rude…” their mothers say
“To stand like that and stare”
But what, do they expect their young
To ignore this fool a mumbling?
For they will see it for what it is
A stormy weather warning

vi - Saturday Afternoon

I sit on a wall in Slough with friends
Sharing the Dutch export
Watching and laughing at the world
And it’s variety of sorts
A happy bond that we all share
The joy of simple things
Come friendly bombs and gather round
Watch us while we sing

The friendly bombs you call upon
Are they straight off the shelf?
It’s my belief, my firm belief
The bomb is in yourself
Ticking slowly by and by
Just waiting for the code
To trigger you and trip the switch
To make the bomb explode

We watch the people from where we sit
The hellholes they’ve all made
They don’t live they just exist on
The edge of a razor blade
Stop! Step back and take a look
It’s not too late to change
And become what you really want to be
An icon of your age

Over now to Langley Park
To sit and bathe in the sun
O friendly bombs please wait a while
Until this day is done
But what will tomorrow bring my friends?
And will it come too late?
Something that may save us all
The bombs may have to wait

A sedate sleepy Saturday
Away from all the crowds
Share a joke, a ****, a smoke
And laugh together loud
The sun warms our sombre souls
As on our backs we lie
Staring as the clouds roll by
United under the sky

vii - The Circus Comes to Town (Sunday)

Halt now, wait awhile please
Stop the counting down
Today the air is charged with joy
The circus comes to town
Must have arrived last night we think
Under cover of dark
And settled down and pitched it’s tents
In the grounds of Upton Park

The queue to purchase tickets
Trails far along the road
No. 53 offers cups of tea
From outside her abode
The crowds are mum, they say not a word
As they wait their turns to go
Inside the circus big-top tent
And sit and watch the show

We settle down and take our seats
With an ice-cream and a coke
But wait, where are the circus clowns?
Is this some kind of joke?
A wall of mirrors fades into view
And puts us in a spin
Reflecting all the bright lights
The colours and the din

The ringmaster enters, cracks his whip
And hands out little slips
“Everyone’s a winner” was
On every body’s lips
The clowns they all appear now
With a modicum of fuss
Hold on just a minute now!
The clowns we see are us

A spotlight points up to the gods
At the top of the trapeze
A giant money spider glides
Down with greatest ease
He touches each and everyone
All paralysed with fear
And hands out ten pound notes to all
Then promptly disappears

viii – The show

A strongman strolls out slowly with
A length of iron bar
A leopard spotted leotard and
Moustache sealed with tar
He looks around the big top with
A menace and a sneer
Surveying all the audience
He seeks a volunteer

The white van man he raised his hand
The tattoo on his arm
Said this man must not be crossed
To do so would mean harm
The strongman bent the iron bar
Across the van man’s back
Then invited him to strike him down
An unprovoked attack

The van man clenched his hand and hit
And hurt his mighty fist
A statue of the strong man shattered
Turning into mist
The van man stood and stared in fear
The mist it gathered round
And carried out our hero driver
He hardly made a sound

No-one clapped we all just stared
Our faces ghostly white
The strongman re-appeared and looked for
A second stooge that night
No-one raised a hand in fact
No-one said a thing
The strongman shrugged and vanished…
Empty was the ring

A knife thrower was the next to appear
And seek the help of one
With nerves of solid steel and courage
Secondly to none
Down came a fallen woman
Who said she had no fear
A knife was thrown and pierced her skin
Her right large ear-ringed ear

ix – The ringmaster

A second knife it struck her chest
She didn’t seem to weep
She didn’t seem to be in pain
Although the knife was deep
A third knife struck her arm and then
A fourth it struck her head
The knives that should be missing her
Were hitting her instead

Horrified the crowd looked on
Without a fuss or row
The woman now all full of blades
Politely took her bow
She then went back and took her seat
And never said a word
Not another word she said
And not a word she heard

A magician was the next to charm
And thrill us with his tricks
He pulled a rabbit from his hat
Then sat it on some bricks
He then threw watches at this beast
That grew to a great size
The rabbit caught them all and juggled
Them to our surprise

But here’s the rub when we all looked
At places on our wrists
No watches were there to be seen
A cunning little twist
The magician cracked a whip and put
The rabbit in a stew
Which vanished there before our eyes
Vanished out of view

The magician he announced that he
Alone did have this plan
To mystify and amaze us all
With his clever hand
Indeed he was the ringmaster
That owned this circus troupe
That terrified and petrified
Our frightened little group

x – The Fracas

A swarm of bees engulf us now
And cover us with honey
The ringmaster cracks his whip again
The bees all turn to money
Then suddenly the fight begins
As we grab this flying stash
Filling up our purses now
With the hard-grabbed cash

The ringmaster, a clever man
Calms us with his sigh
“There’s plenty here for everyone
…And more than meets the eye”
Suddenly a flock of doves fly
Sweetly through the air
They then attack the baying crowds
Pulling at their hair

Then with a deafening bang, a crack
A flash of burning light
We all cascade towards the floor
The circus out of sight
Confused we all stare around
Thinking it absurd
This bizarre spectacle should vanish
Gone without a word

I look from face to face to face
Whatever could this mean?
We all are laughing nervously
How stupid have we been?
We talk about the day’s events
We talk and talk some more
A voice booms from out the sky
“I’ve opened up the door”

“I’ve brought you all together now
To pander to your greed
To watch you take from fellow man
Deny him what he needs”
I reach in to my pocket
For the money I did place
It reads “Admission: 1 adult
To The Human Race”

xi – An incident at Upton Park

That week the local paper ran
An exclusive full-page ad
“Faland’s Travelling Circus Troupe”
“The most fun ever had”
But no review was there to read
To tell of our event
The strange encounter with this circus
To which we all went

The following Sunday we meet up
In groups of three or four
Since that incident in Upton Park
The spectacle we can’t ignore
No-one knows quite what it means
I don’t think that we’ll ever
Understand all that happened here
That brought us all together

Perhaps there is a deeper message
Given on that day
Faland may be telling us
That we have lost our way
He simply used us all as tools
To illustrate our folly
That had now become too serious
A risk to things so jolly

Every week now we all gather on
This hallowed piece of land
And this is very odd because
Nobody makes the plan
The idea comes to all of us
A self-ignited spark
And draws each of us in turn
To meet in Upton Park

We picnicked then we all played games
Then talked about the rain
We toasted our new friendships
And vowed to meet again
The bombs, the bombs they’ve all slowed down
Compassion saved the day
This newfound love we now all have
Must surely pave the way

xii - No ball games

The joy did not take long to spread
Across our grimy frowns
And bring a little sunshine
To lighten up this town
Happiness is upon us now
The whole of Slough-kind
Depending on how you look at it
And on your state of mind

The lush upon the library steps
The wino on the bench
The Publican and Landlord
The ***** serving *****
They all wear smiles and laugh a lot
And speak of wondrous things
A songbird perches on the fence
And merrily she sings

The children, o the children
How they sing and dance
Always being friendly
In any circumstance
They have no care for politics
You’ll see it in their face
They want to play with everyone
Who’s in the human race

Meanwhile back in Upton Park
The townsfolk meet again
But there’s no talk of horror
Or suffering and pain
Instead though how a monument
Should be erected in our names
And pulling down the signs
That read ‘No Ball Games’

The bombs have all stopped ticking now
And line up by the wall
And every now and then they clang
Just to remind us all
If we get too complacent
And don’t respect our friends
We’re marking down the seconds
To our bitter end

xiii – New found…

We shared our food and shared our tales
Life stories we all told
They made us laugh they made us cry
Left us warm and cold
The suffering we did speak of
Helped us understand
How fellowman and woman kind
Dwelt in other lands

We laughed at tales of folly
And stories of the past
Stories that we are in awe of
Stories that will last
For another thousand years or more
And travel on the wind
A gentle breeze that talks to us
Thrilling to the end

Gathering momentum
Our stories travel far
Picked up and told by new folk
Under glowing stars
They bring warmth and humanity
Softened by the rain
They travel back to each of us
To be re-told again

Who’d have thought this loving joy
This beacon in the dark
Would begin upon the grass
Of hallowed Upton Park
The greed has gone or mostly so
Now happiness is here
We’ve seen the light and now must spread
Our messages of cheer

Looking back it hardly seems
We could have been that way
Not caring if each other lived
To see another day
This new found near Utopia
Must spread across the land
And we must stand to offer all
Our warm and guiding hand

xiv – Nearly done

The story is now almost told
Of how a strange event
Saved us from our selfish selves
A message heaven sent
With cunning tricks and sleight of hand
The error of our ways
Was written up in greasepaint
Shining through the haze

A strange di
I wrote this in about 2004 - loads of literary influences in this poem. It speaks for itself really. Having read through it, I think I ought to revise / review and re-write some of it, but this is the original.... yay!!
Anthony Williams Sep 2014
We climbed from bedrock
to Idyllwild the home
of Pines to Palms
and Suicide Rocks
but not for us
only for those
poor tired souls
for whom the world's gone
flat
refusing
the night threw
itself boldly into the fray
of winds which blew
from storm to calm

so this morning we awoke
to a placid knap
slipping on snowy piste
to turn cold snaps
hot
spiced Nepali tea
sipped from ice
nipped cups
I see promise
picks up

from backward leaps
time forward flips
breaking free range igneous
into pan
piped sizzling
congenial song
that carries on the tree line
like spring
water sprung from
creeks to go scurrying off
with wet socks
until pulled up
by old school granite skies
hanging pools out to dry
in sopping blue rinsed sun

ahead any bald rocks
or hairline fractures
are long since dialled in
as baseless fears
knowing this mobile age
can merrily slip like air
through numb fingers
while baseline hands declare
“hold me close to gather”
edelweiss echoes gone
rappelling through time
the route we've chosen's
to be tied to each other's
peaks in the way of sun
and moon

come what may
be it creases in our skin
or crevasses
we'll win the battle to slim line
any overhanging ridges
so I take care to tighten
my girth hitch to top notch
and hold firmly
to both your conviction
and reach

that setting
out to move mountains
we call home
achieves more than
staying home
and calling mountains

so bright
you have me forget
all things too trite
banal office hype
shopworn old hat
mowing lawn weekends
too dishy to be clichéd

you polish off the stereotype
slam the Dior on out of shape
and dull as ditchwater tripe
keeping a victorious secret
or two in the slip knot
too tranquil shade
taking allure to new heights
we'll never drop
down from
tonight
by Anthony Williams
Why I tie about thy wrist,
      Julia, this my silken twist;
      For what other reason is ‘t,
But to show thee how, in part,
Thou my pretty captive art?
But thy bondslave is my heart;
’Tis but silk that bindeth thee,
Knap the thread and thou art free:
But ’tis otherwise with me;
—I am bound, and fast bound, so
That from thee I cannot go;
If I could, I would not so.
"Tout aux tavernes et aux filles."

Suppose you screeve? or go cheap-jack?
    Or fake the broads? or fig a nag?
Or thimble-rig? or knap a yack?
    Or pitch a snide? or smash a rag?
    Suppose you duff? or nose and lag?
Or get the straight, and land your ***?
    How do you melt the multy swag?
***** and the blowens cop the lot.

Fiddle, or fence, or mace, or mack;
    Or moskeneer, or flash the drag;
Dead-lurk a crib, or do a crack;
    Pad with a slang, or chuck a ***;
    Bonnet, or tout, or mump and gag;
Rattle the tats, or mark the spot;
    You can not bank a single stag;
***** and the blowens cop the lot.

Suppose you try a different tack,
    And on the square you flash your flag?
At penny-a-lining make your whack,
    Or with the mummers mug and gag?
    For nix, for nix the dibbs you bag!
At any graft, no matter what,
    Your merry goblins soon stravag:
***** and the blowens cop the lot.

THE MORAL
    It's up the spout and Charley Wag
With wipes and tickers and what not.
    Until the squeezer nips your scrag,
***** and the blowens cop the lot.
Frederik B Feb 2015
åh hvor er du afhængig
af den forbandede nikotin
du kan jo ikke give slip
du kan jo ikke vælge
han er din e-cigaret
en midlertidig løsning
mod en konstant trang
du savner dine cigaretter
men de er jo bare så skadelige
de er jo bare så fandens farlige
du tager en cigaret
mellem dine læber tændes den
du inhalerer ikke
du sidder bare med den
til den går ud
så finder du din e-cigaret frem igen
og suger indtil dine lunger kaster op
for så virker cigaretterne knap så fristende
så er trangen knap så stor

(f.b)
drumhound Oct 2013
Ex's

I am a part of all of them
even the ones I hate.
Maybe especially the ones I hate.

They are transferred paint
after the fender ******
at the unfortunate intersection
of fate and bad timing.

Not enough damage to make a difference.
Not even enough impression that
you care to be bothered changing your schedule
to repair it.

But every time you leave the house,
and on every lap around the chariot,
you see a trespassing color screaming
of either their bad decision.........or yours.

Sometimes it seems there are more accidents
than pleasant Sunday drives.
I suppose most encounters must be accidents
until we find the uncluttered road to our destiny.

L.E. was life shift
and napkins.
I didn't even know I needed napkins
when I had paper towels in the house.
I Jones for napkins these days.

D.B. was college
and fashion.
Shiny shoes moved her to the soul of my feet.
Now Kiwi polish
smells like foreplay to me.

N.R. was forbidden
and my piano teacher.
I hated practice, she loved to kiss
The oral exam was one of my best finals.
I like tests more than most people today.

J.T. was a cougar
and Tchaikovsky connoisseur.
Maturity was uncovered, along with adult lessons
about carpet knap and fireplaces.
I am Pavlov's dog in the strings of Symphony #6.

L.J. was adventure
and abandon.
She is a grassy carpet over a live train tunnel
in a memory I should regret, but don't.
She is the crossbeam in my permanent smile.

I am an estrogen inspired creation
finding purpose in soft fleshy motivation.
I am who I am
because of their compunctions and compulsions.
They scraped off on me
in the kamikaze journey to fight loneliness.
But in the dive I learned -
grace is humbling when you don't deserve it,
toilet paper has a perfect delivery direction,
I get the right side of the bed,
you shouldn't say anything
you don't want to hear again,
it's my job to take out the trash,
shutting your mouth sooner than you think
is almost always the better choice,
you can never have enough closet space,
and some experiences are so good
that you should never try to repeat them again.

She may be gone forever.
And we may not be able to have
a decent conversation for the rest of our lives.
But God knows
I'll always have napkins.
anna charlotte Feb 2015
en kold januars morgen - tak fordi du smilte så sødt, og kyssede så godt, undskyld fordi jeg ikke krammede så godt, da vi sagde farvel for altid.
en forårs dag - tak for de søde blikke og håndholdning på stranden, til den konfirmation, undskyld fordi jeg glemte dit nummer
en sommer aften på grøndalsvej - jeg ved godt du har taget en omvej, kun for at følges med mig, tak for håndholdning og kram, undskyld at jeg ikke svarede på dine opkald
endnu en sommer aften men på godthåbsvej - tak for den sprite, undskyld fordi jeg bare gik
endnu en sommer aften dog i et kolonihavehus - tak for alle de søde kindkys og en hel masse brændte skumfidusser(det var ligeså meget min skyld), undskyld fordi jeg blev veninder med din lillesøster
en varm efterårs eftermiddag/aften - tak for turen på din Christiana-cykel, og for vores små kys i din pool, undskyld fordi din bedsteven faldt for mig
endnu en efterårs aften dog knap så varm -  tak for isen, tak for din varme-jakke, hænder og kys, undskyld fordi jeg ikke var tydelig nok
en kold nytårs aften - tak for hele december måned, undskyld at du skulle finde ud af det igennem hende, men jeg troede ikke det var seriøst, undskyld.
2013 var da **** - forsættelse følger
Seán Mac Falls Nov 2014
.
Rolling on the carpets,
In coyest plead for a belly
Rub and groom, little Fae,
Each day a Saturday morning,
Shining as hot coffee, wafting
In cool sun, with blue, mist deep
Eyes, lazily ensconced in a glaze
To the out of doors— I set her free
As a casement window sprung, let,
To roam the grass canopies and hunt
All the lovelorn hours of the cying day.
Sparrows flutter and milky doves gurgle
From on high and leaves rustling pound
As she prowls in motions slow, so much
To pounce upon, when all too sudden,
Fish or fowl are flung in a golden bowl
Mealtime turns in rings from a can to her,
Wilding, famished ear.
In long mood afternoons she returns,
Furriously plays with flicks of shadows
And twine, then a knap on a tick
Of whiskers and cream,
In the garden jungles
Of the drowsy fawn
And mince of mice
Scurries of heed
In the silence—
Of lollIng breeze,
Gentle days, sways
Of terror and yawn,
Tufted cubby roaring,
Wee tiger of the lawn.
Jowlough Jun 2011
I grabbed your hands,
and you felt mine.
your head on my shoulder,
feels perfectly fine.

I'd like to dream about you,
In a solemn state.
I miss your touch.
your warm embrace.

your sweetest kisses,
surreal in a way.
bared on your actions,
need not to say.

I am very blessed
to see more than white and black.
forget all those,
silly knap sacks.

Even when I sleep,
dreaming of you is what I make,
I miss everything of you.
my subconscious state.
(c) subconscious state - 6.13.11
Elizabeth Dec 2015
Jeg savner din duft og dit smil
Og dit rolige blik
Dit nærvær der gjorde mig tryg og glad
Og dine varme knus da du omfavnede mig

Du dømte mig aldrig
Du elskede mig og du viste det
Jeg kan knap nok huske det
Men dine knus var perfekte

Du er her stadig men bare ikke hos mig
Hvor jeg ellers følte at du tilhørte
Men mennesker tilhører ikke hinanden
Og det ved jeg også godt

Jeg prøver at acceptere det
Og selvom jeg tænker på dig hver dag
Så er det ved at gå op for mig
At jeg heller ikke tilhører dig

Jeg tror at jeg har givet slip
Men inderst inde vil du jo altid være den bedste
Og jeg ville altid vælge dig frem for alt og alle
Også selvom at vi ikke har talt i flere år
Tenna Jensen Apr 2015
Men jeg forstår slet ikke
Hvordan der kan være
SÅ meget had,
og SÅ meget kærlighed,
i så lille en krop.
Jeg er jo knap seksten
Thomas W Case May 2022
He rolls like the
river,
always on the move.
I said,
"What are you afraid of boy?"
He said,
"Nothing; I just can't stay still."
I said,
"They got meds for that."

It's in my bones, I gotta
keep going.
Knap sack...no sack,
don't matter, just me and
those highways.
I said, well, it cost you everything;
your house, your wife,
don't you want to settle
down sometimes?
Nope, he said, as he turned
his back and headed west
towards the desert.
His face to the sun.
For my brother
brooke Aug 2017
when love comes,
i hope he waits.

(in that spacce)

that by then my door
will be open, and the
house will be clean,

that he will wander
through the living room
for the first time since I
had been broken, when
he couldn't even find his
way through the mess--

a walking phenomenon
gliding through the kitchen
and out the backdoor,
when you come, love,
and the backdoor slams
i am knee deep in dried
leaves and ****,
wielding nothing but
yard tools and not
my heart chained to
the end of a virge
nothing but the
elegant vengance
towards wasps and
gardner snakes

both briefly carrying
heiligenschein against
the grass but

you will find i am
made of sweat and
warm lemonade
a pair of knees
embedded with
pebbles and clover
leaves,

love, bring your tools,
bring your faith,
the flint only i can
knap and I,
only you can
spark.
(c) Brooke Otto 2017
Laura Amstutz Apr 2019
En kant er blød når den vil det
Og huden kaotisk som et verdenskort
Se de tegnende børn i toget
De ser verden så meget mere
Gennem lange spørgende og eftertænksomme blikke
Farvelægger de venskaber
Med kyshånd synger de en venlig tone
For de tanker voksne glemmer at tænke
Se dog vandet hvorfor falder det fra himlen
Hvorfor kan man ikke få luft når man holder vejret
Se min navle den er en knap
Tryk på den så danser jeg til jeg falder om til du ikke længere kan besvare
Hvorfor vi ikke falder om når jordkloden drejer sig
Og falder i søvn
Og hvordan ved man at en hund ikke siger som en ko
Når de er lige gode om at være tavse
Dennis Willis Apr 2021
Zap
rap snap wrap fap
lap lap lap hap

blap

alap alapa lap slap
flap flap ed flap
tap ed tap tap

knap

hap that cap
yap yap yap
sap hap?

no hap no sap
wap yo crap
trap
icannought
Dug deep I digged this dirt and dragged down dark dermal tissue,
Diamonds in the rough.
Picked and plucked I perused polished pieces of painful porcelain, piercing pockets in my peripheral parts, precious pearls and petals I peeked and pounced.

Bleeding black blood from bored brackets in body's bursting bark,
I grasped golden, gleaming glory. Gazing greedily like I'd gotten God by his good gourd,
I let needles nick nocks into niche nooks and night nothings knap nooses around my neck, my needle in the haystack.

My night, my might, my one of a kind,
My Kim.
anna charlotte Dec 2021
mine drømme er fyldt med dig
spankulerer knap så yndefuldt henover det faktum at jeg indest inde vil ha dig, vil have at du vil have mig og at jeg ikke kan få det ud
jeg har lyst til at brække mig når jeg tænker på dig
dine læber mod mine og det gør fysisk ondt
jeg ved ikke hvad jeg vil med dig

du griner rigtig underligt
eller det gør du egenligt ikke, men du ånder mærkeligt når du ligger ved siden af mig og lyver
dit hjerte banker også altid vildt hurtigt, måske du burde få det tjekket, kunne jo være at du fejlede noget
eller også er du bare som mig
sådan lidt påpasselig
det jo rent faktisk nemmere at blive kærester med en man ikke er forelsket i, som jeg plejer at sige
så du og jeg bliver nok aldrig kærester
for jeg har ikke lyst til at være kærester med dig
men jeg vil gerne være sammen med dig, mere end nogen anden faktisk
men jeg får det dårligt når jeg tænker på dig

det egenligt ret underligt
lol
der er bare et eller andet dybt galt med dig mig du jeg os to vi to
helt ærligt, det klinger bare ikke godt
dig og mig hver for sig sammen, lyder bare bedre
aldo kraas Aug 2023
Estou cheio das suas desculpas
My friends
When it comes to support me
In my daily life
You tell me you just don’t have
The time for
Yes you have a very busy life
I know that you can make some time
For me
But I feel that I am not
Priority for you
You have other things
In you life that is more important
What about when I am sick
Would you be there for me?
Because I won’t be able to take care of
Myself
Also if I through a party
I know that you will always be there
Because you will be getting
Some free drinks
And also free food
But I know that the day I day
You will have time for me
You will come to my funeral
To pay you last respect for me
And I know that you all
Will be sad to see
Me living the earth
There will come  one angel
That my father send down from
Heaven to pick me up
And carry me on his wings to heaven
Also friends I will be living in heaven
My new life
That will be better than on earth
Also friends I trust my father
During the nights I will be sleeping
In my brass bed
That is inside my bedroom in heaven
And my father the next day he will
Wake me up early
Then I will get ready to start the day
First I will shave my face with the
Electric shaver
Then i will remove my ***** cotton robe
And my underwear and place it inside
The laundry bag to wash
Then I will go naked in the shower
I will rub the bar of soap into my skin
And the soap will remove the dirt
From my skin
Then I will rinse the soap from
My skin
Then it is over my shower
I will turn the shower of
Then I will dry my body with the
Bath towel
And I wear a underwear on my
Body
Then I will put a fresh cotton robe
On my body
And on my feet I will wear my leather sandal
God’s servants are now feeding our breakfast
In the dining room in heaven
The servant’s cooked a breakfast fit for a king
After breakfast
I helped my father to clean his garden
We both removed the Weeds from the garden
That had also taken up some room from the roses
It took as four hours to remove the weeds from the garden
It was a hard and tiring job
But it needed to be done
After we removed the weeds
We water the garden
And now was lunch time in heaven
Today for lunch we head
Tuna casserole
It was one of our favorite meal
After lunch I had my knap
Because I was tired
And I had skipped dinner
So I slept all through the night
I never got up once during the night
I must say that I slept like a log
aldo kraas Aug 2023
You father is never too far
He is always around
When you need him
Don’t worry he will
Come to every that
Needs a miracle in there lives
Because some people
Have been sick for a long time
Don’t worry because you father
To cure you during the day or
The night
So if you get cured
You won’t be a drug ****** like me
Father I want you also to make
A few miracles in my life
I have a mental illness
And I also been living with
That mental illness for a long time now
In the Summer my depression is ok
I get more energy to do stuff
And I also get lots of vitamin d
In the Winter my depression gets worst
In the winter you only give me gray
Sky that I just hate
Because the gray sky
Puts me to sleep
And I can’t have a knap
Or I won’t sleep at night
aldo kraas Sep 2023
Estou cheio das suas desculpas
My friends
When it comes to support me
In my daily life
You tell me you just don’t have
The time for
Yes you have a very busy life
I know that you can make some time
For me
But I feel that I am not
Priority for you
You have other things
In you life that is more important
What about when I am sick
Would you be there for me?
Because I won’t be able to take care of
Myself
Also if I through a party
I know that you will always be there
Because you will be getting
Some free drinks
And also free food
But I know that the day I day
You will have time for me
You will come to my funeral
To pay you last respect for me
And I know that you all
Will be sad to see
Me living the earth
There will come  one angel
That my father send down from
Heaven to pick me up
And carry me on his wings to heaven
Also friends I will be living in heaven
My new life
That will be better than on earth
Also friends I trust my father
During the nights I will be sleeping
In my brass bed
That is inside my bedroom in heaven
And my father the next day he will
Wake me up early
Then I will get ready to start the day
First I will shave my face with the
Electric shaver
Then i will remove my ***** cotton robe
And my underwear and place it inside
The laundry bag to wash
Then I will go naked in the shower
I will rub the bar of soap into my skin
And the soap will remove the dirt
From my skin
Then I will rinse the soap from
My skin
Then it is over my shower
I will turn the shower of
Then I will dry my body with the
Bath towel
And I wear a underwear on my
Body
Then I will put a fresh cotton robe
On my body
And on my feet I will wear my leather sandal
God’s servants are now feeding our breakfast
In the dining room in heaven
The servant’s cooked a breakfast fit for a king
After breakfast
I helped my father to clean his garden
We both removed the Weeds from the garden
That had also taken up some room from the roses
It took as four hours to remove the weeds from the garden
It was a hard and tiring job
But it needed to be done
After we removed the weeds
We water the garden
And now was lunch time in heaven
Today for lunch we head
Tuna casserole
It was one of our favorite meal
After lunch I had my knap
Because I was tired
And I had skipped dinner
So I slept all through the night
I never got up once during the night
I must say that I slept like a log
aldo kraas Aug 2023
Estou cheio das suas desculpas
My friends
When it comes to support me
In my daily life
You tell me you just don’t have
The time for
Yes you have a very busy life
I know that you can make some time
For me
But I feel that I am not
Priority for you
You have other things
In you life that is more important
What about when I am sick
Would you be there for me?
Because I won’t be able to take care of
Myself
Also if I through a party
I know that you will always be there
Because you will be getting
Some free drinks
And also free food
But I know that the day I day
You will have time for me
You will come to my funeral
To pay you last respect for me
And I know that you all
Will be sad to see
Me living the earth
There will come one angel
That my father send down from
Heaven to pick me up
And carry me on his wings to heaven
Also friends I will be living in heaven
My new life
That will be better than on earth
Also friends I trust my father
During the nights I will be sleeping
In my brass bed
That is inside my bedroom in heaven
And my father the next day he will
Wake me up early
Then I will get ready to start the day
First I will shave my face with the
Electric shaver
Then i will remove my ***** cotton robe
And my underwear and place it inside
The laundry bag to wash
Then I will go naked in the shower
I will rub the bar of soap into my skin
And the soap will remove the dirt
From my skin
Then I will rinse the soap from
My skin
Then it is over my shower
I will turn the shower of
Then I will dry my body with the
Bath towel
And I wear a underwear on my
Body
Then I will put a fresh cotton robe
On my body
And on my feet I will wear my leather sandal
God’s servants are now feeding our breakfast
In the dining room in heaven
The servant’s cooked a breakfast fit for a king
After breakfast
I helped my father to clean his garden
We both removed the Weeds from the garden
That had also taken up some room from the roses
It took as four hours to remove the weeds from the garden
It was a hard and tiring job
But it needed to be done
After we removed the weeds
We water the garden
And now was lunch time in heaven
Today for lunch we head
Tuna casserole
It was one of our favorite meal
After lunch I had my knap
Because I was tired
And I had skipped dinner
So I slept all through the night
I never got up once during the night
I must say that I slept like a log
aldo kraas Aug 2023
It is necessary to know how to live
A modest life
Every single day
I know that all of you
Are not interested to live
A luxurious life
All you are interested
To live every day
A modest life
Also we are not a billionaire
We are happy
That we have very little money
To live
Also we will never own a house
Because that house are selling
For lots of money
We also find that it is cheaper
For us to rent
Also we have been renting our place
For a long time
Also we clean our place
During the weekend
And after we clean our place
It becomes spotless
We must love to have
A clean place
Now we are going to make lunch
For us
Because we are already hungry
Also we need a cup of coffee
With our meal
We finally decided that
We need a knap
Because we are tired
aldo kraas Oct 2023
All by yourself with Jesus
You go to the beach
To baptized the babies
That our father created
With his holy hands
3 months ago
With the holy water
None of the babies
Cried when they were
Baptized
Now the babies belongs
To fathers family
And the father puts the babies
In there crib to have a
Afternoon knap
Because babies needs
Lots of sleep
Also babies are lot’s
Of work for our father
We can’t forget that
The only way babies communicate
Is by crying
Also our father
Makes homemade baby food
For there babies
aldo kraas Sep 2023
Estou cheio das suas desculpas
My friends
When it comes to support me
In my daily life
You tell me you just don’t have
The time for it
Yes you have a very busy life
I know that you can make some time
For me
But I feel that I am not
Priority for you
You have other things
In you life that is more important
What about when I am sick
Would you be there for me?
Because I won’t be able to take care of
Myself
Also if I through a party
I know that you will always be there
Because you will be getting
Some free drinks
And also free food
But I know that the day I day
You will have time for me
You will come to my funeral
To pay you last respect for me
And I know that you all
Will be sad to see
Me living the earth
There will come  one angel
That my father send down from
Heaven to pick me up
And carry me on his wings to heaven
Also friends I will be living in heaven
My new life
That will be better than on earth
Also friends I trust my father
During the nights I will be sleeping
In my brass bed
That is inside my bedroom in heaven
And my father the next day he will
Wake me up early
Then I will get ready to start the day
First I will shave my face with the
Electric shaver
Then i will remove my ***** cotton robe
And my underwear and place it inside
The laundry bag to wash
Then I will go naked in the shower
I will rub the bar of soap into my skin
And the soap will remove the dirt
From my skin
Then I will rinse the soap from
My skin
Then it is over my shower
I will turn the shower of
Then I will dry my body with the
Bath towel
And I wear a underwear on my
Body
Then I will put a fresh cotton robe
On my body
And on my feet I will wear my leather sandal
God’s servants are now feeding our breakfast
In the dining room in heaven
The servant’s cooked a breakfast fit for a king
After breakfast
I helped my father to clean his garden
We both removed the Weeds from the garden
That had also taken up some room from the roses
It took as four hours to remove the weeds from the garden
It was a hard and tiring job
But it needed to be done
After we removed the weeds
We water the garden
And now was lunch time in heaven
Today for lunch we head
Tuna casserole
It was one of our favorite meal
After lunch I had my knap
Because I was tired
And I had skipped dinner
So I slept all through the night
I never got up once during the night
I must say that I slept like a log
aldo kraas Oct 2023
Gente fina
Estou cheio das suas desculpas
My friends
When it comes to support me
In my daily life
You tell me you just don’t have
The time for me
Yes you have a very busy life
I know that you can make some time
For me
But I feel that I am not
Priority for you
You have other things
In you life that is more important
What about when I am sick
Would you be there for me?
Because I won’t be able to take care of
Myself
Also if I through a party
I know that you will always be there
Because you will be getting
Some free drinks
And also free food
But I know that the day I day
You will have time for me
You will come to my funeral
To pay you last respect for me
And I know that you all
Will be sad to see
Me living the earth
There will come one angel
That my father send down from
Heaven to pick me up
And carry me on his wings to heaven
Also friends I will be living in heaven
My new life
That will be better than on earth
Also friends I trust my father
During the nights I will be sleeping
In my brass bed
That is inside my bedroom in heaven
And my father the next day he will
Wake me up early
Then I will get ready to start the day
First I will shave my face with the
Electric shaver
Then I will remove my ***** cotton robe
And my underwear and place it inside
The laundry bag to wash
Then I will go naked in the shower
I will rub the bar of soap into my skin
And the soap will remove the dirt
From my skin
Then I will rinse the soap from
My skin
Then it is over my shower
I will turn the shower of
Then I will dry my body with the
Bath towel
And I wear a underwear on my
Body
Then I will put a fresh cotton robe
On my body
And on my feet I will wear my leather sandal
God’s servants are now feeding our breakfast
In the dining room in heaven
The servant’s cooked a breakfast fit for a king
After breakfast
I helped my father to clean his garden
We both removed the Weeds from the garden
That had also taken up some room from the roses
It took as four hours to remove the weeds from the garden
It was a hard and tiring job
But it needed to be done
After we removed the weeds
We water the garden
And now was lunch time in heaven
Today for lunch we head
Tuna casserole
It was one of our favorite meal
After lunch I had my knap
Because I was tired
And I had skipped dinner
So I slept all through the night
I never got up once during the night
I must say that I slept like a log
aldo kraas Sep 2023
So I long to you
My father
Also father
I still remember
When I was a baby
Back then
You also father
Took good care of
Me
Every morning you
Gave me a bath
When the bath was
Finished
You dried my body
With the bath towel
Then you
You put another clean
Diaper on my body
Then you dressed me
In my baby clothes
After the bath
My father gave me
My breakfast
I had homemade
Baby food to eat
Then I drunk my
Fresh squeezed Orange
Juice
After lunch
My father put me
Inside my crib
For me to have
A knap.
aldo kraas Sep 2023
Estou cheio das suas desculpas
My friends
When it comes to support me
In my daily life
You tell me you just don’t have
The time for
Yes you have a very busy life
I know that you can make some time
For me
But I feel that I am not
Priority for you
You have other things
In you life that is more important
What about when I am sick
Would you be there for me?
Because I won’t be able to take care of
Myself
Also if I through a party
I know that you will always be there
Because you will be getting
Some free drinks
And also free food
But I know that the day I day
You will have time for me
You will come to my funeral
To pay you last respect for me
And I know that you all
Will be sad to see
Me living the earth
There will come one angel
That my father send down from
Heaven to pick me up
And carry me on his wings to heaven
Also friends I will be living in heaven
My new life
That will be better than on earth
Also friends I trust my father
During the nights I will be sleeping
In my brass bed
That is inside my bedroom in heaven
And my father the next day he will
Wake me up early
Then I will get ready to start the day
First I will shave my face with the
Electric shaver
Then i will remove my ***** cotton robe
And my underwear and place it inside
The laundry bag to wash
Then I will go naked in the shower
I will rub the bar of soap into my skin
And the soap will remove the dirt
From my skin
Then I will rinse the soap from
My skin
Then it is over my shower
I will turn the shower of
Then I will dry my body with the
Bath towel
And I wear a underwear on my
Body
Then I will put a fresh cotton robe
On my body
And on my feet I will wear my leather sandal
God’s servants are now feeding our breakfast
In the dining room in heaven
The servant’s cooked a breakfast fit for a king
After breakfast
I helped my father to clean his garden
We both removed the Weeds from the garden
That had also taken up some room from the roses
It took as four hours to remove the weeds from the garden
It was a hard and tiring job
But it needed to be done
After we removed the weeds
We water the garden
And now was lunch time in heaven
Today for lunch we head
Tuna casserole
It was one of our favorite meal
After lunch I had my knap
Because I was tired
And I had skipped dinner
So I slept all through the night
I never got up once during the night
I must say that I slept like a log
aldo kraas Aug 2021
Como você está
Do  you miss your old
Friends that
Had insulted you every
Single day
You had to  make a fast
Decision
I had got rid of my 16m  friends
I had told  then that I ,didn't
Need  then in my life anymore
Also I told then to go  and live their own
Lives
And I will live my own life
My 6 friends treat me
With respect
I never mistreated my friends
Because that would be the
Wrong thing to do
Como você está
The spring finally arrive
And I got the idea
That You also like the  spring
The same way I do
The birds are finally back
That they are singing there
Beautiful songs
Como você está
Have you ever sick some revenge
When the people let you down
Also I never sieeked revenge
Como você está
Do you know that I love you as a friend
And you also love me
like a friend
Como você está
I know that you are always praying
To God every day
And in your prayer you are
Asking God to give you peace and health
Because you don't have good health
You have asthma
And you use you puffer
Every day
Friend I have diabeties and depression
I take every month injection for my depression
I also never forget to pray to pray to God
I also in my prayer ask God to give me some
Health and peace
God had finally gave me health and peace
That I need in my life
Como você está
Friend you seen to have a lot of patience
With people
Friend I must tell you that I don't have
Patience with people
Also I blow up very easily
Como você está
Friend do you have any anger issue  
Do you know when you are getting angry
You can control you anger without any problem
Friend I must tell you that I am very happy for you
Friiend can you teach me how to control my anger
Como você está
Friend you also have the right to speak up
When people hurt you
Also friend you tell me that i have
The right to speak up
I know that you can't let people walk all
Over you
Como você está
Friend Iam happy that you like the life that God
Had given you many years ago
Friend I also love the life that God had given me
Como você está
Friend God had created you with his holy hands
Many years ago
And placed you here in the planet earth
To live
The planet earth is your temporary home
Until you die
Friend God also created me with his holy hands
And placed me also in the planet earth
To live temporary until the day i die
Como você está
Friend when you were a baby you
Were also baptized with the holy water
And you became a part of the God's family
Friend when I was baptized with the
Holy water
And I also became a part of the God's family
Como você está
Are you enjoying the end of summer friend
You were sad to see that the birds had migrate south
Friend I am not enjoying the end of summer
I always feel sad when the summer ends
And the birds migrate south
Como você está
Friend the winter will arrive soom
That you don't like
Also it is time to put the summer clothes away
And start to wear our winter clothes
We also have to wear our winter jacket
And our winter booths
Friend I also put my summer clothes away
And started to wear my winter clothes
I had worn my winter jacket and my winter booths
Como você está
The  winter had arrived today
And you were not ready for it
You had gone for a walk outside
During the winter
It was very cold outside
You needed some fresh air
Friend I stay home during the winter
And I don't go outside at all
I looked out of my living room window
And I saw the bare trees
The sky was gray without any sun
I hated that very much
My computer is in the living room
I had turned my computer on
And i started to write some poems for
My God
All day long
I didn't take any break from poetry writing
My friend returned at 3 pm home
He had his afternoon knap because he was tired
aldo kraas Aug 2023
Estou cheio das suas desculpas
My friends
When it comes to support me
In my daily life
You tell me you just don’t have
The time for
Yes you have a very busy life
I know that you can make some time
For me
But I feel that I am not
Priority for you
You have other things
In you life that is more important
What about when I am sick
Would you be there for me?
Because I won’t be able to take care of
Myself
Also if I through a party
I know that you will always be there
Because you will be getting
Some free drinks
And also free food
But I know that the day I day
You will have time for me
You will come to my funeral
To pay you last respect for me
And I know that you all
Will be sad to see
Me living the earth
There will come  one angel
That my father send down from
Heaven to pick me up
And carry me on his wings to heaven
Also friends I will be living in heaven
My new life
That will be better than on earth
Also friends I trust my father
During the nights I will be sleeping
In my brass bed
That is inside my bedroom in heaven
And my father the next day he will
Wake me up early
Then I will get ready to start the day
First I will shave my face with the
Electric shaver
Then i will remove my ***** cotton robe
And my underwear and place it inside
The laundry bag to wash
Then I will go naked in the shower
I will rub the bar of soap into my skin
And the soap will remove the dirt
From my skin
Then I will rinse the soap from
My skin
Then it is over my shower
I will turn the shower of
Then I will dry my body with the
Bath towel
And I wear a underwear on my
Body
Then I will put a fresh cotton robe
On my body
And on my feet I will wear my leather sandal
God’s servants are now feeding our breakfast
In the dining room in heaven
The servant’s cooked a breakfast fit for a king
After breakfast
I helped my father to clean his garden
We both removed the Weeds from the garden
That had also taken up some room from the roses
It took as four hours to remove the weeds from the garden
It was a hard and tiring job
But it needed to be done
After we removed the weeds
We water the garden
And now was lunch time in heaven
Today for lunch we head
Tuna casserole
It was one of our favorite meal
After lunch I had my knap
Because I was tired
And I had skipped dinner
So I slept all through the night
I never got up once during the night
I must say that I slept like a log
aldo kraas Sep 2023
I am so in love
With my younger brothers
That my father had made
With his holy hands
After he made me
And at that time
My young brothers
Were only babies
And I was also
Helping my father
To feed my brothers
It was not an easy job
Also my father did change diapers
From my brothers
That was my father’s job
I had nothing to do
With changing my
Young brothers diapers
Also in the afternoon
My younger brothers
Had there knap
Because they needed
To sleep
Also babies gets lots of
Sleep every single day
aldo kraas Aug 2023
I am so in love
With my younger brothers
That my father had made
With his holy hands
After he made me
And at that time
My young brothers
Were only babies
And I was also
Helping my father
To feed my brothers
It was not an easy job
Also my father did change diapers
From my brothers
That was my father’s job
I had nothing to do
With changing my
Young brothers diapers
Also in the afternoon
My younger brothers
Had there knap
Because they needed
To sleep
Also babies gets lots of
Sleep every single day
aldo kraas Sep 2023
All by ourselves with Jesus
We go to the beach
To baptized the babies
That our father created
With his holy hands
3 months ago
With the holy water
None of the babies
Cried when they were
Baptized
Now the babies belongs
To fathers family
And the father puts the babies
In there crib to have a
Afternoon knap
Because babies needs
Lots of sleep
Also babies are lot’s
Of work for our father
We can’t forget that
The only way babies communicate
Is by crying
Also our father
Makes homemade baby food
For their babies
Roses are red violets are blue...The fact is, I could write encyclopedias about how ****** and stupid Lord of the Rings is. And don’t even get me started on Harry Potter—what a pathetic, daddy-issue-ridden mess.

If I were up against Harry and his little twerps, I’d punt them like a field goal. It would be over in seconds. I’d crack their skulls before they got a single word out. And even if they tried their weak nonsense, I’d just cast Silence. How are you going to cast a spell when you can't speak? An entire world, a sweeping saga undone by one common spell.

The relationships, the dynamics, and the way characters are often placed in dangerous situations where their vulnerabilities are exploited, it’s unsettling. There’s no escape from this undercurrent of grooming, particularly in the way characters like Harry are pushed into morally gray situations, all under the guise of “destiny” or “greatness.” These are children. They should be protected, but instead, they’re put on pedestals and used as pawns for an adult’s war. It’s deeply disturbing.

Then, there’s the complete failure of Albus Dumbledore as a figure of authority and wisdom. What a complete failure he is. This man—who’s supposedly one of the wisest, most revered characters in the magical world—does nothing but pass the responsibility for everything onto others. He’s a coward, manipulating children to fight his battles, all while withholding information, and putting them in harm’s way. He doesn’t have the backbone to act when it matters, and his inability to learn from his own mistakes is a flaw that plagues him throughout the entire series. It’s as if he’s incapable of making a single ethical decision. He’s not noble; he’s a manipulative fraud, and it’s an insult to the very concept of leadership.

Let’s talk about the Wizarding World, shall we? A society with magic so powerful that it can literally solve every problem you can imagine—yet it ignores the real-world issues that plague its own citizens. There’s no effort to address poverty, child abuse, or any of the things that would actually make a difference in the lives of people. They could solve world hunger with a simple spell, or cure diseases with a flick of a wand, yet they choose to turn a blind eye to the suffering happening around them. There’s no technological progression; nothing seems to move forward because the entire society is stuck in an outdated, backward system that can barely handle the modern problems that keep popping up. But why bother changing anything when you can just wave a wand and pretend everything is fine? The whole system is utterly nonsensical.

And the writing? It’s embarrassingly basic. There’s nothing to it. Everything about the prose screams “children's book” in the worst way possible. It’s repetitive, formulaic, and devoid of any real depth or complexity. The descriptions are lazy, often using the same tired adjectives over and over again. The magic is treated like some child’s toy; there’s no real explanation for how it works, just vague references to the “mystical.” Nothing is ever fully fleshed out. It’s all just there, existing for the sake of advancing the plot without any thought for coherence or world-building.

And Voldemort? Don’t get me started. He is the weakest, most laughable villain to ever appear in fiction. He could’ve been defeated at any time, but somehow, this “evil overlord” manages to survive through sheer incompetence and plot armor. He doesn’t even have the sense to **** a baby when he has the chance, let alone successfully carry out any of his grandiose plans. The whole idea of him as a villain is a joke. It’s a tragedy that such a character is even given any weight or importance in the story.

The disturbing undertones that run through the series are perhaps the most overlooked aspects of Harry Potter. Let’s talk about how Snape, a grown man, seems obsessed with Harry’s mother, Lily. He’s this bitter, twisted character who can’t seem to move past some deep-seated emotional issues and makes the whole thing about his personal revenge fantasies. His fixation on a teenage girl, and later Harry’s mother, feels far more like a grudge than any noble sense of duty or redemption. It’s disturbing in ways that go unaddressed. And don’t even get me started on how the children are treated like slaves, especially in the way they are kept in the dark about their true roles in all of this. They’re pushed into war, taught to fight, and are left to deal with the fallout of decisions they have no power over. They’re nothing but pawns, manipulated and discarded when it’s convenient.

Rowling constantly sexualizes underage characters. She describes 14-year-old girls' bodies, their “curves,” the way boys “notice” them. Hermione’s sudden transformation at the Yule Ball is written like a ****** ******* reveal. Why does she need to be sexualized? She’s a kid.

In the end, the world of Harry Potter makes no sense. It’s a place where magic could solve all of society’s problems but doesn’t. It’s a series that asks you to believe that the same people who can make objects levitate or conjure food out of thin air are somehow incapable of improving anything let alone  their world. The entire premise is based on a series of lazy tropes chosen ones, magical worlds, and grand destinies that don’t hold up under even the slightest scrutiny. It’s a patchwork of stolen ideas, slapped together with no real thought or originality. And let’s not forget about the endless repetition. The magic may change, but the problems, the structure, and the tropes remain the same. It’s the same story told over and over again, with no real growth or evolution in the narrative.

This series is nothing more than a well-disguised piece of trash, a work of shallow, repetitive nonsense that has been falsely elevated as some sort of cultural touchstone.   Its Christians so. it makes complete sense. They love this kind of crap. It's the core of their whole reality. So no wonder they eat this garbage up It’s a poor man’s fantasy, made for children with no taste and no real understanding of what great storytelling is. It’s insulting to anyone who has ever read a truly great book, and it’s insulting to anyone who knows how to think critically. It’s lazy, it’s derivative, and it’s full of everything wrong with modern literature.  Kind of like the Quran. If you really want to see what magic looks like, look there it has a flyin horse with a humans face. But Larry Trotter this is just smoke and mirrors, designed to distract from the mediocrity at its core.

Voldemort? One of the weakest, lamest, most pathetic villains ever. well Sour ron  from LOTR is bad too real bad he shows up he gets killed by a girl  bam ! done.    I there a bad guy in the  Game of thrones books  I mean the Mt.  but he's a mongoloid   not really a bad guy more like lenny from mice and men .    Anyway  The  padawan training schools the inane pointless traditions, the ridiculous jokes. And let’s be honest, Harry Potter desperately wants to be Star Wars. They want the whole "Padawan learning the Force" thing, but it’s just embarrassing.

Now, onto A Song of Ice and Fire. A dance of crap and more crap, with fire and ice and zombie dragons—except he never even does the zombie dragon thing in the books. I’ve suffered them so you don't have to . They’re meh, at best. The first three are mediocre, and even then, the highlight is when Brienne is in the bear pit and ,Jaime still has to rescue her.

The only somewhat interesting part? The Hound and Arya. Arya steals the whole show, so it makes sense that HBO gave her the final ****. She’s the only decent character in the entire series, other than  the actor that almost redeemed 2 dimensional Tyrion, who they otherwise absolutely turned to bubble gum. In the books, he’s a scarred-up, grotesque little pervert missing his nose, waddling around like the disgusting freak he’s meant to be. But no, they had to soften him up, make him "relatable." Sure, whatever. Then he shoots his dad on the toilet, spends half a book brooding about it, and that’s his arc?

And Catelyn Stark? God, he couldn’t have killed her off fast enough. Reading her chapters was pure suffering. Then she's a zombie for a sentence or 2  ? Almost as bad as reading Sansa. Every time I saw "Sansa" at the top of a chapter, I wanted someone to put me out of my misery. Like the brother diddler, god how horrid and yes  know we weren't supposed to like her.

But even as bad as Martin is, he’s still not as bad as Tolkien. That crap is unreadable. I have never seen anyone abuse semicolons and colons more in my life. And the songs? Dear God. Nothing makes sense. It reads like an acid-trip hangover. angry cockneyed drunken english professor playing tea party while writing a how to assemble a nap time  Ikea fairy tale manual.  yes the sentences are like that I wrote that in his style. It's infuriatingly impossible to slog through.

Bilbo and Sam? Supposed to be lovable and relatable, but they just make me sick  Cry, Cry, cry,  walk walk walk, Cry cry cry..... And then there’s Gollum, who is even worse. Nothing about him is funny, cute, or remotely entertaining. It’s just sad   not in a a tragic way but ,stupid.  And everything is magic ring. The ring is magic. The sword is magic. The chain mail is magic. The horses **** magic. The river is magic. The tree is magic. Is anything not magic Jesus Christ.  Why even d do anything?  It's like the Star Trek matter energy converter. If you have that, why do you need anything? I mean, they could have at least said exploration for exploration's sake for discovery. At least that's something. But all of those books the return of the king, the two towers, it's not that. It's not exploration for exploration sake. And if the bad guy is already so powerful, what does he care about any of that? If he's incorporeal?

And don’t get me started on the eagles. Gandalf could have just called the eagles, taken the ring, and flown to a thousand different places. But no, they had to march to Mount Doom because, apparently, that’s the only place in the entire world with lava. How stupid is that? The whole thing is pitifully dumb, derivative, unoriginal,  and the way people worship it like some holy text is beyond me. He had no competition when it was written.  We do now .

Tolkien didn’t invent ANYTHING . Every single bit of it is stolen. Even his so-called "Elvish language"—stolen. He didn’t create wizards. He didn’t invent dragons, goblins, magic swords, dwarves—none of it. And to top it off, you can’t even read those books. They’re so poorly written.  Its like trying to enjoy Canterbury Tales,
except somehow worse    sooyta to the roo tay   but bogged down with pointless lore that contributes nothing to the actual story.
Create a list of names of some guys that do nothing and Contribute absolutely nothing to the plot. Just to **** them off, create characters that were almost starting the light, and then a couple chapters later killed them wrong. Great. someone that seems like they could be important, but a book later killed them off. He'll just **** everybody off. Why not **** everybody up? The whole thing is stupid. Just get the ring and throw it in the fire. Why do you need 4 books to do that? What he needed was an editor, but he needed was someone to say, really have. really. Have you sang these songs out loud in front of anyone and not gotten beaten up? I don't know how that ever became anything. The only thing I can think of was it was either cry about all the people that were lost in those sport wars. Watch paint dry. I mean, I don't know. There must have been nothing else being published. Talk about a slow Newsday.

And then there’s all the fetishist, ******, misogynistic nonsense buried in the ******* subtext, but I won’t even go into that. The fact that his work became anything at all just shows how low the bar is. Point made . Point proven .  People will accept anything if you  know how to slap the right label on it. Appeal to the English's pride or target a black audience  and . Boom its gold baby. Madea goes to middle earth.   And Sour Ron.. Thats your bad guy? Seriously?  Why did he not just **** *****  or Frilzo  or whatever his  pathetically stupid name is ?  What he wasn't evil then or he had no power or was just taken a knap. Oh but when  Froe ***  get the ring ..Oh hell nO !  son you gonna die.  What?

Same with Star Wars. Disney saw it for what it was: branding over substance. They knew they could put guys in cardboard armor,
cram aluminum foil up their butts . Slaps satellites on  on their backs  HAVE THEIR KNEES SHOOT ROCKETS   ?    What ? after all these years R2  could fly ? no one is really dead  and  knee rockets the whole time  ?  wow ! ,  As long as it had the Star Wars name, people  will eat it up. And that’s Andor. They’re walking around with AK-47s and  African World War Two. surplus military gear, yet I’m supposed to believe this is a world of advanced laser technology?   Hello. Hello. Check. Check. Check.    And I'm supposed to be enamored by the writing or the storytelling. Give me a break.

The best thing that ever happened to Star Wars was Ralph McQuarrie. Hands down.
aldo kraas Aug 2023
I am so in love
With my younger brothers
That my father had made
With his holy hands
After he made me
And at that time
My young brothers
Were only babies
And I was also
Helping my father
To feed my brothers
It was not a easy job
Also my father did change diapers
From my Brothers
That was my father’s job
I had nothing to do
With changing my
Young brothers diapers
Also in the afternoon
My younger brothers
Had there knap
Because they needed
To sleep
Also babies gets lots of
Sleep every single day
aldo kraas Aug 2023
All by yourself with Jesus
We go to the beach
To baptized the babies
That our father created
With his holy hands
3 months ago
With the holy water
None of the babies
Cried when they were
Baptized
Now the babies belongs
To fathers family
And the father puts the babies
In there crib to have a
Afternoon knap
Because babies needs
Lots of sleep
Also babies are lot’s
Of work for our father
We can’t forget that
The only way babies communicate
Is by crying
Also our father
Makes homemade baby food
For their babies

— The End —