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Cee Feb 2017
It's a shame when you have a good thing going
& people want to intervene.
They don't want you to have
They get jealous & mean.
Their lives are not going well
They have nothing at all.
Instead of enjoying watching you prosper
They pray for your downfall.
They see you happy they will rather
Ruin what you have.
They see a crack in your foundation
They will be so glad.
They try to end your happiness
When God gives you favor.
They try to destroy your blessing
Before you could even savor it.
Meddlers are people whose
Lives are a mess.
They hate to see others happy
Until you're broken they won't rest.
They'll smile in your face
While twisting the knife in your back.
They're relentless in destroying you
They're always on the attack.
They'll whisper in others ears
Trying to tear you down with words.
If you have a meddler, in your life
Cut them off, kick them to the curb.
Meddlers are the lowest thing
The Devil contributed to this earth.
Once you come in contact with them
Your life will be cursed.
They live in misery
& dabble in destruction.
They are all about hurting those around them
With deceit & corruption.
I had a meddler in my life
Their actions destroyed my family.
We tried to help the meddler out
They were so smooth with it
That we were too blind to see.
We didn't see in time
What were really their true intentions.
They had us fighting amongst each other
& did I forget to mention
How we took in a meddler
We allowed them in our residence
But they came to us under
False pretences.
They said they needed help
& we tried to be there.
But they destroyed my family
& they didn't care.
They tore a wedge between us
We fought all the time.
They just watched us destroy ourselves
& stood on the sidelines.
They took pride in watching
Our family dissipate.
They liked watching us crumble
They watched our family deteriorate.
Now my children miss their father
They are in so much pain.
The father leaves
But the meddler remains.
God don't like ugly
& that meddler showed their true colors.
They ruined a family
But they'll soon discover.
God will give me strength & in his grace
I'll continue to grow.
My faith will not waiver
My inner light will still glow.
I'll let that meddler enjoy this victory
Because I truly don't care.
I've got God on my side
So meddler beware.
I'll never wish you any harm
I want your life to grow.
But remember this meddler
You reap what you sow.
So if you can't get ahead
& you're always in a bind.
Remember Romans 12:19
The Lord said "Vengeance Is Mine"
RW Dennen Sep 2014
Imperialistic meddlers,
men of power greed and wealth
Western Imperialism
not too long ago
was once put on the shelf
Not too long ago
this name was never heard
Its name is New Order of DiSoRdEr
But still us folk of sanity
with eyes wide open
we see their compliance
lock-step herd vanity

In White House spin gone amuck
they throw their bolts of anger
to all countries on the globe
And with more and more displeasure
we witness their destructiveness
from sea to shining sea

But now I hear, see and feel
a distant faint rumbling the rising Valorous
the rumbling stampeding of democracy
by the forceful rightful anger,
the free-spirited valiant word
a word of truth and dignity,
the echo of today,
and aaah yes
to hear the thundering of the mass
To hear the thundering of the mass...
This short reading of mine protesting for freedom for Haiti- with Haitian dignitaries- was presented in Philadelphia at City Hall
on the western front facing traffic and straight ahead was Market Street heading west. The year was 2005
Pax Mar 2017
Who are you to criticise my life?
Who do you think you are?
Did i ever asked your opinion?
Are we that close for you to think
How my life should be?
In the end stop commenting
And making fun of me
It isn't really funny...
Andrew Rueter Apr 2018
To kiss someone's lips
Or grab them by the hips
One must enlist
In the power dynamic
Inside every relationship
There are surprises
Of different disguises
I must ignore the lies of
Reachers and settlers
Stalkers and meddlers
Those who are aloof
And those who are goofs
The process never foolproof
When animals hide their hooves

I took that dubious bet
I thought it'd be fun
A game of Russian roulette
With a fully loaded gun
There were unfair rules set
That's how you won
A one hundred percent threat
I'd be hurt a ton

It started effecting my health
When I couldn't be myself
Because my self emulation
Amounted to self immolation
So I sought your consultation
For the vacation
Of placation
But you took advantage
At least from my vantage
I could see your rampage
Straight from the Stone Age
Like a time traveling mage
That summoned a cage

There was a pattern
We kept going around
Like the rings of Saturn
Until I hit the ground
You made me foolishly wait to test me
And then hated when things got messy
Now you claim that you're a blessing
For what you do after *******
You must be jesting
Confidence cresting
Never confessing
Or addressing
The emotional underbelly
You just like to undersell me
Saying that I'm underwhelming
I'm talking to a tundra telling me
That it makes me a better me

Apologizing not part of your plan
You tell me you don't understand
You must think I'm stupid
To treat me so putrid
My patience you've used it
So the dead weight loosened
Once I let go of your noose hand

You come back begging
You incorrectly pegged me
As forgiving not petty
I guess you never met me
Or at least said goodbye to the best me
After never acting on the behest of me
And making me think less of me
You've become a pest to me
Not part of my destiny
Just part of the generic sea
Of those I let be
Mechanical Kira May 2014
And it’s not me yet
The one I challenged
In the night of the war
When the sun was
Fluctuating narcotized
And the moon was
Looking away

And I haven’t been
Myself anymore once
That I saw what’s invisible
To the meddlers’
Eyelashes

And there was only me
There was only me
To defend the blood
To beat the blood

And it’s not me
To hit replay
It’s not me with the remote control
But a crazy vagabond
An unaware vagabond
Who wiggles
And turns it on
By jumping
Andrew Rueter Mar 2022
We are surrounded by the lifeless
whether it's the corpses in red
or the horde of feeding undead
we don't see any niceness
in all the ways we have bled
so an idea pops in our head
to leech the likeness
of the zombies instead
of what's righteous.

A possum parades
around in the trash
it's called young and brash
by those it evades
through darkened paths
that harken back
to wild ways
we should've passed.

The possum pals with predators
to avoid the hunters
then those gun toting meddlers
have the gall to wonder
why they got themselves a runner
when everything is a red alert
then The Battle of Fort Sumter.

We track the terrified critter and stone it
a warning from a Kentucky poet:
when society is at its lowest
we'll pray for atonement
not for original sin
but being given a life to give
instead we fight with shivs
this how the lifeless live.
Robin Carretti May 2018
We hate all the
lovey-dovey
Stop being the
baby Huey!!!
No-one should
be tongue
stopped  & So on

To hear her voice
Smells of
Strawberry
Juicy Lips on
The Meds
Tired-Tongue Dr. Who
bossy
The painted tongues
The yellow Canaries
Ancient Rebel-ly
tongue diaries

The cat's tongue
Park and recreation
The hot tongue
Invitation
Huey smokes
and Brooklyn
Girls go broke
Me. Green's
lifeless weeds
She has the will
of good deeds
Gooey
She is beachy
Tongue long map
_

Hitching
a ride
Sultry Saltwater
taffy
The loving
chewy
So fit to be tied
The tongue
Lips hot thousand
words Tour Guide
*
Time and stop
Our tongues
Still licking
Gooey-
Lollipops Huee-y

I know
tongues
have
many
languages

Deathly
killer tongue
morgue
And what did it
mean to say
Before someone
took its life
Could have been
your wife
Smoking a
peace pipe
When you made
love
The wrong road
Dark business
All stripes

She has guts
The Grunge, $ tongue's
please, God!
To kiss a toad
Tongue Car
slippery

The Viper Inquiry
Her moans
and sighs
The  wet dew of
Meadows Poohs
Meeting too many
widows of Winnie
Those meddlers
The Peak tongue
of Honey hard
to handle

Queen Bee's
high
Territory
Our tongues
meet
in the
middle she cut
her tongue!! ouch
Snake swizzling
Tongue twirling
Movie

((Tongue Huey Gooey)).

Twin lounge Tongue
twister
What a dump
Right in the
dumpster

I am waiting
to hear
what you
have to say
The tongue is the most amazing thing but when we get tongue-tied that's when the  Twin of terrors begin. Take a seat make sure your tongue could stand the heat
Tatiana May 2019
It seems you've been struck with the meddler's touch.
I can see it in the way you move.
Constantly looking over your shoulder
cringing when you see nothing
not that you wanted to see something.
It's a relief overshadowed by fear
that someone will mess with emotions so dear.
They'll make metal melt and become malleable.
They'll do the same to you if you're valuable.
Melt you down and mold you into something you're not
they'll meddle with the metal and give you a medal
for participating in their meddling
and leave you to cool down when you were hot.
You're right to be wary of strange sounds
just be careful not to turn all the way around
for they're not behind you, they never were
the meddlers are in front of you
messing with your future.

Now you're something that you were not.
Now you're something that you were not.
©Tatiana
All that's left is mettle

Mettle
Alfredo Ron Sep 2018
The abstract fool craves ridicule
succeeds through failure, skipping school
lets all things drop to hit their mark;
the bottom of the pool

That stagnant pool where cruelty drowns
all meddlers sinking in its depths
they searched for vain-glory therein
and took their final breath

The concrete wise man stands alone
he never forgets what he's shown
of life and death, to him they're games
controlled by love enthroned

Enthroned on the seat of his heart
which daily fights to learn the art
of taking in and letting go
and the appropriate time for both
Yenson Feb 2023
Swiftly and decisively
I snapped the strings and rescued you
a useful idiot you shall not be

you sailed so far alone
for the meddlers have been in  your home
raking confusion and dissent

dulling crescent moon
burying truths for westward golden oil
buying blood for greenbacks

they open minds' doors
and teach your floors are your ceilings
to help you climb only to fall

show you bright lights
and peel your reasoning with vanish
bleaching the values of sages

walls of your temples
are broken 'n turned into a circus ride
a Merry-Go-Ride at a price

And in ankle chains
and obfuscating snow gala in wonderland
they toss you on to skate naked

had to spare your dignity
let you walk away without singing for supper
or pay dowry to the Innkeeper

Swiftly and decisively
I snapped the strings and rescued you
their puppet you shall not be
not under my watch
In political jargon, a useful idiot is a term currently used to reference a person perceived as propagandizing for a cause—particularly a bad cause originating from a devious, ruthless source—without fully comprehending the cause's goals, and who is cynically being used by the cause's leaders.
Yenson Sep 2021
The sublime sage of nobility
integrity that surpasses the confines of charlatans
the birth right that breeds the lionheart
and upholds the dignity of Divine rights
lends the realm to know
not to bring and subject you to the vulgarities of knaves
have you toyed as a puppet of malcontents
and pulled hither and thither
in the maelstrom of the maddened crowds
let ye know you remain undiminished
your joys lives and long may it last
but bravery has a mind untouched by goading of foulness
neither does it succumb to the malice of gainsay tattles
or the whispering maleficent ghosts gossips and fantasies
the mud larks meddlers who muddle in dirt
for theirs is their limited theirs
the ravenous recreants in the office of them dastardlier
I shall preserve your grace in your absence
afford you the respect they deny you and themselves
which they will never have nor deserve
I will prevent them using you and sullying your allegiance
by chicanery
or by the oppressive coercion of weight of numbers
go find your nirvana with my bonny thoughts and wishes
I will ride alone into storms and high waters
and even though alone
I am still yet a Prince too much for them
I live by my words and my blood runs blue and true
and if I die I will die as a man never a sheep
and I will still have my boots on

— The End —