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Corvus Jul 2016
The thing about spending almost a decade
In social isolation is you forget what's normal.
Imagine my shock when my friend casually pulls me close to her,
A half-hug, friendly embrace.
No context needed, because touches don't always hold
Some deep, meaningful intention.
Yet for the past almost a decade, that's been my reality.
How rare the hugs, how they only ever follow extreme sadness
Or loneliness, the desire for comfort and support.
How I can never reach out to touch someone
Unless I've done it a thousand times before,
And even then, it's an intentional act of love.
Every movement of every muscle is planned in advance,
To minimise the fearful, pounding beats of my heart.
For someone like me, where anxiety floods through all my veins,
I don't know the meaning of the word 'casual'.
And I don't know if I'll ever learn it.
Sam Faisal Mar 2019
Minimise distraction
Maximise intention.

Minimise commodity fetishism
Maximise giving out love.

Love people, use things.
The opposite never works.
Nite Apr 2016
There's a girl with walls around her
Walls that were built to protect her from the evils of the world
Walls with masks hanging
Each showing a different face
But

I see her behind her walls

The more she's hurt
The thicker the walls become
Effectively deterring anyone from getting close
Yet trapping her inside
But

I see her behind her walls

The facades she brings forth
Are carefully calculated
To minimise any foul play
So that she doesn't have to have her heart
And soul scarred and broken again
But

I see her behind her walls

She runs behind her walls
Flinging sarcasm, insults and indifference
Whenever someone tries to get close
As she's learned time and again
That every time she brings down her walls and allow someone into her heart with the promise that she doesn't need her walls anymore
They tear her defenses down from the inside
Leaving her to rebuild all by herself
But

I see her behind her walls

I come knocking on her walls
Calling for her to let me in
Telling her that
I see her behind her walls
And that I love her
And that I'm not asking her to bring down her walls
But to build our own walls
Just us

Can you see us behind our walls?
You're not welcome
This was written a couple of years ago but the last two lines were just added recently
Ghxstcxt Apr 15
Those words were painful to hear when you told it
I don't know if you know it
Because I certainly don't show it
And won't bring it up in conversation
Only via written representation
Can I say it without hesitation
So here goes it...

You know you lied...
(To yourself mainly)
A total fabrication
One that destroyed my vision of someone sacred
Altered love to blind hatred without persuasion
From which I'm now trying to retrain
Because I've missed out on important days
That should've been filled with celebration

Why not just give me an honest and open statement?
Like what you asked of me from an early age...
Was it to minimise the ache?
To save face from something failed?
To create distance from the ways in which you assumed everyone would frame it?

Anyway
That's me saying it as plainly as I can say it
About the way that you behaved then
And maybe
Just maybe
What I've said here
Will aid you in
Bringing closure to anything remaining
So that each and every day
You can pave more of your way
In coming to terms with all the hating
That you seem to linger in after waking
Jade Ellen Sep 2013
You gave me a Friday feeling continuously
Yet I was your Monday morning blues

I incorporated a substantial amount of effort to reveal my love
You thought I was persistent

I arrived on time after anxiously waiting around all morning
You turned up carelessly late to minimise time

We laid upon your bed huddling like innocent penguins to keep warm
I was oblivious to what the upcoming week would bring

I lost the love note which held only a lie
I threw away your lighter as the spark had vanished, just like ours did
Your comforting clothes and plush toy are now doubtlessly collecting dust and cigarette fumes from inside of your closet
You furiously broke the bracelet which I gave to you in pride
You deleted our memories held in pictures
You replaced me in less than 24 hours, so I thought

The truth is, so the fault in our stars quote, I fell in love the way you fall asleep, slowly; and then all at once

I had thought previously that you no longer required my unconditional attention
However I fail to believe this when you are knocking at my door at 3am whilst you're calling out to me in my dreams
I fail to believe this when you start conversations late at night, when thoughts are deep and emotions are raring

Whether we were once magnets facing the attracting way, or you were just a lost soul in need for company I shall never know
But what I do know of, is that today is the day I am fine and content, and one day you will be hurting just like I once was
JDH Sep 2017
Part One
- Striking and the transfer of energy -

It would be my contention that most people, if asked where exactly the power in a strikers punch comes from, that many would reply with answers such as the arms, shoulders, hips or core. However, all of which are wrong to a degree, because these tenets of a strike are all secondary to the source of energy from which force can be generated: the ground. It is in fact the surface beneath a strikers feet from which much of the significant striking energy is generated up into the tips of their fist, with the mediator being technique. This knowledge alone of course does not produce an effective strike, however, this conception within the mind of a fighter alters how they see the process, for making a strike is simply the transfer of energy from one point to another.

How exactly that energy is transferred from the ground into the target is of course a matter of technique, but many traditional Martial Arts will teach the importance of the Stance in striking, particularly the rear leg. Before making an effective strike from a stationary or moving position, in many cases it is crucial that one's rear leg be straightened and not buckled at the knee, because, as the energy is generated from the ground into your target, that energy on impact will want to go back into the ground. However, by straightening the rear leg in your stance, much of this process will be eliminated as your body remains strong and upright upon impact. There are also many subtle nuances that can be developed regarding the Stance and the Strike, for instance, a short and strong push off of the rear foot before delivering a strike (whilst maintaining a straightened leg) can generate greater forward motion into your target. This technique can be developed through functional training of strength in the toes, ankles and lower leg, such as bouncing on the toes, jumping squats and other forms of exercise.

To use the example of the right hand straight punch (Gyaku tsuki) from a standard stance, it is also important to keep one's right side hip and shoulder locked back in a strong position, almost as a bowman draws his bow, as this creates a stance from which a tremendous transfer of weight can be shifted through your body. On making the strike, the sharp twisting of the hips and release of the shoulder will result in a launch of the striking hand out towards the target, not only creating speed and power, but also covering more distance via extending the shoulder and twisting the hips. This is why traditional Martial Artists are often able to fight from a distance and cover distance rapidly in making strikes.

Furthermore, to increase the power in a strike, it should be delivered in a whipping motion, and not in brute muscular strength. Many have a tendency to use the muscle strength in their upper body to create force, however, it is greatly more effective to relax these muscles when the strike is in motion, tensing only at the last minute in order to generate a whipping effect (sometimes refereed to as elastic recoil). Other ways in which this can be done is through a sharp twist of the wrist at the very last second from knuckles facing down to knuckles up (body punch) or to the side (face punch), as this will truly drive the strike into the target, also helping to generate that whipping effect on impact. On making this strike, as one's fist is thrown forward toward the target, a very slight and nuanced control of one's own body weight is too, greatly effective, as it is possible, through a short ****** of the upper body (whilst not lunging) to throw your weight through your arm, whilst remaining upright. This technique is so subtle that it is difficult to explain without demonstration, however, what is done is that as your leading foot lands before making the strike, one's body weight should follow that forward momentum for just a split second before releasing the strike which will create a kind of kinetic chain. This technique can be very effective if developed with control of your own centre of gravity.

Another greatly important tenet of making a strike that is often overlooked in many traditional forms of Martial Arts is protecting yourself whilst striking. It is important as you are most vulnerable when on offence (which is why timing is vital). Because of this I have tried to develop techniques that eliminate risk when striking, though, of course there are multiple methods that can be taken to minimise risk offensively, I will focus on what can be done regarding positioning. For instance, when throwing a right hand punch as your primary strike, to negate your opponents counter strikes, rather than advancing straight forward, it is possible to advance at an angle, i.e. stepping off with your leading foot to the left. This technique is more effective against straight punchers, however, can be effective in general as many are familiar with opponents advancing linearly toward them, thus the step off can be offsetting and will likely result in their punches travelling past you instead of into you, similar to how a boxer slips punches. What can also be added to this technique is that as you step off, rather than simply stepping with your foot closer to the ground, is to step with a swinging motion, lifting your foot clear of the ground. This will negate any possible sweeps to your leading foot that an opponent might make and will check any leg kicks. When defending yourself to counter attacks, your free hand can also be an effective tool to guard yourself. For example, it can be used to protect the left hand side of your head in a fist whilst the shoulder of your striking arm can be extended to protect your jaw. Alternatively, your free hand can be used to protect the right hand side of your head by crossing it across your body and having your palm outwards.

Finally I should add that a strike is most effectively made when your opponent doesn't see it coming.


  -  brought to you by JDH
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Be the kind of person who sympathises,
Help relieve stress - try to minimise it.

Lend an ear, say a kind word -
Regardless of what others say,
Or what you've heard.

Be "The Hope" on a cloudy day,
Be "The Light" - guide the way.

Be the kind of person who empathises,
Be all that "Peace" truly symbolises.

By Lady R.F. (C)2018
Marshal Gebbie Jun 2014
Like signing on absynth in a fanfare of fashion
Is to take on ballast to flatter the crowd,
When the primary hallmark of singular cadence
Is to minimise ******* and shout it aloud.

Cocksure and crafty in colours of rainbow
Strutting your stuff on the red carpet’s fame,
Flicking the mane in a parody’s snigger
Is like hittin’ the town on the arm of a dame.

Walkin’ the walk in a welter of windfall
Like talkin’ the talk with the hipsters at hand
Like shootin’ the **** with a blonde on the pillow
Is like playin’ with fire when you don’t understand.

So go gather your pants and head for the hillside
Sit tight on the grass and ruminate well,
Sort out your crap in the filtering moonlight….
Try coming to terms with this day shot to hell.*

M.
Sandringham
14 June 2014
An attempt to ensnare the abrupt transitions of "American Hustle" using the glib idiom of todays "Kid Talk"...both a source of ongoing irritation to me.
M.
Gregory Dun Aer Mar 2017
The crowd stares at me in disbelief, they're trying to tell me how to dress,
like the left wing says my jeans are too short, it's unaccustomed to them,
the solution is to loosen my comfort and enjoy the prospects
of being taken hostage by a system that assists in my demolition,
I'm not perfect, I'm not beautiful. They preach it through musicals,
that acoustical tune that says the world is watching every step,
so every breath is not my own to control, I'm holding a cane
that doesn't make me stand taller, doesn't make me stand bolder,
that says the older I get, the more of these I will have to buy.
So I look up to the sky wondering how in the world I got here
a beard, some faded jeans telling me what it means to be amazing,
amazing as defined by pop star icons is found in the way you dressed
not in the depth of your soul, not in the acceptance as a whole
but in the pressed on nails and roaming around with flesh on sale.

I do not live by the words of the left wing nor the right wing
I live within my own world where the words soothes my soul,
there's a hole in my chest but it isn't being filled with clothing
because closing a hole with materials is not as filling as it is.
I do not care how I dress, as long as my purpose is intact
I will not be trapped inside a system that assists in my demolition.

The people in the crowd looks to me, says your purpose-
is to sling curses at an old lady with a veteran husband
that the nation trusted, sling curses at an old lady
who lately struggles to sleep as she seeps into the bottle.
The people in the crowd looks to me, says your purpose
is to worsen the lives of those around me, that old lady
who as of lately suffers from arthritis, with shaking hands
tell her you plan to disrespect her because she is a wreckage
unworthy of salvaging so you're doing a hefty good deed.
The people in the crowd says it is all in the name of being cool,
shattering lives, taking knives from drawers
and drawing in people who self harm to help calm their bloods
with a slice of a blade, this mistake after the next,
a blade forgets the wrist but the people don't shut up.
They look at us, like we are their chopping boards
playing tic-tac-toe with an ink they can afford,
each hateful name is a checkered stain across a wrist
that has been kissed by mothers and stitched by doctors.

The people in the crowd says to me, how do you expect-
any respect dressed as a draped over curtain, for certain-
you are earthen for a purpose and that purpose is to show yourself;
dress like hell is awaiting and the heaven is sacred,
dress like a patriot but swear foul things towards your country,
do it for the money or don't do it at all.
The people in the crowd looks at me, up and down,
their face forms a frown like a rainbow made from hate,
a greyish drab sweeps over their face and they know
that I'm gone.

I taught hate towards myself where a pill in a bottle won't feed it
I've beaten myself to blue and pink where my instincts to be insync
with hatred is but a tempo in a song. I look to the crowd
and question are you proud? I've been alive, trying to minimise
the time I have left before I expire and in this light
I might just give fight to the wrong cause
because I'm lost. A pill in a bottle won't fix what's broken
I've soaked in the word of the crowd for so long
that I'm long gone.

I hope that I can stand tall, stand bolder,
grow older, grow wiser to love myself
and not need help on learning to love.
One Andean Sky May 2021
The sharp point of a geometric compass
Stabs the page to position the beginning of a circle.
We met, came together
This was the beginning of us.

The arc was progressing at a constant radius
The direction was clear and apparent
Succumbing to its pull
Riding and shifting to keep its natural path

After a half life, the compass stopped  
The compass point came loose and as it clawed the page
Blobs of blood emerged from the scratches
Bleeding with wounds wide open

Task too large to shift and correct its position
Task too large for us to fix.
So much history and a life built together
In midway, stalled.

Best to close the circle
Seal it to minimise the bleed
Seal you in with our lifes work
Close me out to keep distance and end the bleed

Many years later, I see with clarity
2 lives continued separately
You needed the security and form, a half circle.
A protractor of sorts to help you navigate

With no rules or formulas to navigate
Disappointment and failure abounded
Colour and shape, I found
A pathway to solace, a place I could heal

Semicircle is a form, worthy of its own definition.
A meeting point and a point where we ended.
New forms emerge and they shift as life reveals itself.
No regrets, no malice and in the place remains a sense of gratitude.

Gratitude for the experiences
The life lessons we had to learn
For the legacy of the wonderful lives we created
For sharing THE experience, the most important one.

I am now the shape shifter
Bouncing around trying to find form
Maybe I am not meant to be one shape
Maybe this is what a creative does
Jonathan Finch Dec 2016
A single pebble
crushes;

do not minimise
destruction.

Pellets hold
the small, squeezed grain of bone –
a startling nakedness erodes
it, scars the air
it lies in;

frail and suffering
hung flowers
that hankered after warmth
ooze still their stilled perfections;

and
the innocent beetle
suffers mortally.

Grandiose, magniloquent,
the pebble forfeits nothing.

We are naked, Anne, and caught.

Inside ourselves a pitiless resilience
remains, bounds up, is shot.

The orchid in the spring
still sees it here:
as cruel as me,
as loving and perennial as you.
timetorewrite Nov 2020
Are Ghosts Real?
Can you tell me please,
I’ve heard different opinions.
I Just wish I’d thought about it sooner because
There’s something in my skull and
It’s like acid.

The memory of One
Floating from room to room
And Me entirely unaware of it
Thinking that the noise it makes is
Just a process.
it’s a banshee really,
Screaming at Me silently, asking ‘can’t you fix this?’
Warning Me about what’s coming, too,
And I Just assume it wants attention,
so I, The Great and Powerful, so Grand and Special,
Deign to give attention on occasion, magnanimously.
The Glorious I,
the minimised it.
Just, Just, Just.


How bumbling, fumbling, dumb.

Hollow, too. I swear if you tap me you’ll hear my ribs jangle.

Mute also, unless it’s unimportant.

Who’s the Real Ghost, then?


So now a little bit of it has lodged in my own dripping brain
Repeating itself slowly and inexorably:
‘Remember this? Wasn’t that great? Never again, hahaha!’
Like a bad nursery rhyme for the manchild.
And whether or not I can do anything about it is immaterial
Because it has to happen.
Slowly. Inexorably.

———

I’m already reliving memories of my future:

Can you feel it, me? That’s your bones rusting.
Your jaw clenching permanently.
Your brow furrowing and never relaxing.
A tension that’ll eventually make you want to Just-
Not a concern. You’ll never do it, you wouldn’t dare.
So you squeeze tighter and tighter and tighter,
Your ears burst, your eyes fill up with fluid,
And your tongue swells out of your mouth.

Eventually, while the pluviophile finds comfort in rain,
you keel over a rainbow.
Standing next to your quivering, confused corpse will be the Tin Man saying: “Dude, I totally relate”;
The Lion saying “what a *****”;
The Scarecrow trying to parody you, but he seems the same as before;
Toto licking your stone face trying to revive you;
Dorothy’s long gone, though. She had help;
The Witch of the West delighting in your unsexy self-deprecation;
The cast dancing around you, holding hands, singing.
You Just muttering to yourself about rain and if onlys.

And before you blame circumstance,
You will be reminded that it was all preventable:
There was an old dented oilcan, with “EFFORT and CONSIDERATION” printed on it,
Floating along right beside you.

— — —

Back to Now, for a minute.
The past is your present, yours alone, and could have been your future.
Instead you sit on the same bench
(only in your mind though, you’d never actually go back to the crime scene)
where you thought you had finally found tenderness
And the people go past, not staring,
And you realise that no,
Tenderness with a capital C found you, put up with you briefly, then said:
“well, **** that”.
Richard Smith Nov 2019
Is this world reality
Or is it just a dream
If so I’d like to wake up
Though it doesn’t seem to end

Upon the end of this dream
On waking from this life
Will I remember my mistakes
And minimise the strife
Sam Steele Apr 2021
I was talking to a friend last night, it was idle, beery chat
Footy and his sports car and other simple things like that
We talked about computers and why his was always pish
And also, in the world today how they’re so ubiquitous

He said he was frustrated as his always let him down
She never works, he stated, with a personal pronoun
I said hold on a minute, could you please explain to me
Why use a gender pronoun? Why define as he or she?

He explained it was a woman.  It makes irrational demands
That only its creator can truly understand
It’s always talking in the background and I don’t know the code
So sometimes without warning it will randomly explode

It remembers everything I’ve done; I think that this is evil
And this gets me into trouble with its unforeseen retrieval  
And as soon as you have got one you then get a big surprise
As you have to shell out weekly keeping it accessorized

Happy with this logic I got up to buy more beer
The barmaid wasn’t happy and she made that fairly clear
I heard that conversation and your friend is talking *****
Okay I said. I’m listening.  So tell me what is right

Like a man, you want a good one, but you have to wait for years
But as soon as you’ve committed a better model then appears
They’re supposed to make things easy and minimise mayhem
But half the time the problem to be solved was caused by them

They are full of useless data and they can’t think on their own
When you get one you’re excited, that is until you get it home
They never tell how you look in your favourite little dress
And they are easy to manipulate if you know just where to press

It is good to have a backup because the main one can go wrong
And you won’t get their attention until you turn them on
And no matter what they tell themselves when they have their little chatters
Like certain other things in life its how big they are that matters
nick armbrister Dec 2019
My next door neighbour told me a funny story the other day
It’s about Phyllis who lives down the road
She was out with her fancy piece called Tommy getting laid
Having a **** in his car down a country lane
She was there with her legs open not thinking of her husband
Going at like a prize stallion chasing a filly winning his race
Then Tommy cried out in pain and started crying
Phyllis thought he was joking about
‘Oh **** it! My back has gone Phyllis! Call the Fire Brigade!’
‘You gotta be joking Kev. But hey! I love a man in uniform.’
Kev managed to reach his hands free kit and call 999
Within five minutes the fire engine arrived
Four beefy firemen in uniform assessed the situation
Hiding their smirks they planned what to do
One fireman got the Jaws of Life from the fire engine
It took several minutes to cut the roof off Kev’s Jaguar
His expensive cool motor was now a convertible!
Then over the next hour they slowly lifted Kev upwards
And placed him in a rigid stretcher to minimise further injury
An ambulance arrived and Kev was taken to hospital
Phyllis got busy ******* and ******* each of the firemen
In Kev’s convertible Jag which was now a ******* parlour...
Big Virge Oct 2020
These Days It Seems That MANY...
Are Showing... They're NOT Ready...

To PASS The TEST...
of... Managing STRESS... !!!

Like The STRESS of Work...
That... CLEARLY HURTS...
The Minds of Those...
Who MONEY CONTROLS... !!!

So They Work SLOW... !!!
In Fact You Know...
They Move Like SNAILS...
On Work Detail... !!!

So YUP That's A FAIL... !!!

So MANY Trials...
So MUCH Denial...

I Wonder Sometimes...
How Some... SURVIVE... ?!?

With... ALL Their LIES...
And Their Coc' Lines... !!!

YUP Another FAIL... !!!!!

... SNORTING To Sail...
When You're On Land... ?!?

NO PASS Is Availed...
For Embracing THAT Stance...
... BENDING Over...
To Rub With Shoulders...

... FAIL AGAIN... !!!
That AIN'T The Way... !!!!!!

I Give A PASS To Those In Class...
Who DON'T Lick ***...
To Get... TOP MARKS... !!!!!

Talking of... ***... !!!

So MANY FAILS On Relationship Trails...
******* The ***** of A WELL KNOWN ****...
Girls Get FAILED QUICK For Being *****' Chick... !!!

But Fellas WHAT Is With You NOW... ?!?

Moving Like FOWL Around These SOWS... !!!!?!!!!
Talk of CHICKEN Heads Now Gets Me VEX... !!!

Cos I'm Seeing...
TOO MANY... " Men "...
Now Act Like Womens' PETS... !?!

So Yup...
Y'all Know What's Coming NEXT... !!!

... That's A FAIL... !!!
Men Acting Like... " **'s "...

I Thought It Was... " Pro's "...
Who EXPOSE Their HOLES... !!!

We've ALL Got Holes In How We Roll...
But You... Get A PASS...
When You MINIMISE Those... !!!!!

How About PROMISES Peeps' DON'T Keep...
Who Then Act Like... SHEEP...
Or Worse Still... " HOSTAGES "...
When Asked To REVEAL...
The TRUTH About Moves...
That PROVE Them To Be WEAK... ?!?

I See SO MANY SNEAKS...
Talkin' Bout' The VIP's...
With Whom They...
Choose To SNEAK... !!!

Because Like Them They're FREAKS... !!!
FREAKS of NATURE LIVING For PAPER...
Whose Attitude To Labour...

Is... "I'll get to it later !"...

But When It Comes To Getting PAID...
The Moves They USE Are Smooth But CRUDE... !!!
So YES A FAIL Goes To Those Crews...

Who... THINK They're Slick...
When In Fact They're Frail...
And Should... CURTAIL...
Their USING TRICKS That TRULY STINK... !!!!!

I AIN'T Batfink' But STILL PASS GO... !!!
UNLIKE These... " **'s "...
Who USE Their Holes To YES Pass GO... !!!

Hold On There NO That's A FAIL... !!!!!!!!!!
Go... STRAIGHT To JAIL... !!!

I'm ENJOYING This Write...
Cos' I'm In The... SUNSHINE...
And It's The Day BIG VIRGE...
Passed Into This World...
Yeah The Day of My Birth...

NO FAILURES There... !!!

But Now I... FEAR...
That FAILS Are HERE And EVERYWHERE... !!!

Well NOT... " Everywhere "... !!!

But We Should BEWARE... !!!
of... Giving Out PASSES...
To Those Who NEED Classes...

In How NOT To Act Like These...

... " Modern Day ***** "... !!!!!

So Who Is The SMARTEST...
And Who Is The HARDEST...
And Who Like... " The Doctor "... ?
Has A Time Machine TARDIS... !?!

I'm Having FUN Now... !!!
But DON'T You Doubt... !!!
That... FAILURES I SEE In Todays' Peeps'...
Are Things BIG V DON'T Take Lightly... !!!

So... WATCH Your Step With Me... !!!

DON'T Make PROMISES...
You... CAN'T KEEP... !!!!

Because That Is SYNONYMOUS...
With Leaving Folk DISPLEASED... !!!

So When You Want To...

... " Play The *** "...

BEFORE You Get DERAILED... !!!

REMEMBER...

... " Pass or Fail "...
LISTEN HERE :
https://soundcloud.com/user-16569179/pass-or-fail/s-5INBV
Awesam55 Apr 2016
All my life I been searching for peace..Wondering the world noticing I was lurking to grief...But realised I was running away and I put my foot down like I'm taking a piece....The strong stand tall no surprise who on they knees..In life it's known you can't survive if you weak...I'm a rebel they prolly planning my demise as we speak..Firm we all should be no need to disguise in the street.. We ought to fight we can't let the enemy minimise what's sweet...What I'm implying is we need to fight for what's right for a better tomorrow..If not we defying everyone's life and living in the sight of forever sorrow..
Notes (optional)
nick armbrister Jun 2020
ADULT/FUNNY THEME BE WARNED

Oh My Back!
My next door neighbour told me a funny story the other day
It’s about Phyllis who lives down the road
She was out with her fancy piece called Tommy getting laid
Having a bonk in his car down a country lane
She was there with her legs open not thinking of her husband
Going at like a prize stallion chasing a filly winning his race
Then Tommy cried out in pain and started crying
Phyllis thought he was joking about
‘Oh **** it! My back has gone Phyllis! Call the Fire Brigade!’
‘You gotta be joking Kev. But hey! I love a man in uniform.’
Kev managed to reach his hands free kit and call 999
Within five minutes the fire engine arrived
Four beefy firemen in uniform assessed the situation
Hiding their smirks they planned what to do
One fireman got the Jaws of Life from the fire engine
It took several minutes to cut the roof off Kev’s Jaguar
His expensive cool motor was now a convertible!
Then over the next hour they slowly lifted Kev upwards
And placed him in a rigid stretcher to minimise further injury
An ambulance arrived and Kev was taken to hospital
Phyllis got busy mucking and bucking each of the firemen
In Kev’s convertible Jag which was now a grinding parlour...
****** PASTE 2020
JIMMY BOOM SEMTEX
Big Virge Sep 2021
It’s Become So TRUE... !!!

You Really Need To Watch...
Your... P’s And Q’s... !!!

Or Face LOSING Your Job...
Because of Words You Use...

It’s A CRAZY Value...
That’s Now Being Placed...
On The Things That You Say... !?!

But That’s Okay...
If You Use Your BRAIN... !!!

But DON’T Take Them Light...
Todays... P’s And Q’s Vibes... !!!!!

Cos’ They’re Now Shaping Minds...
To Be Quick To DERIDE...
Anyone Who Lets FLY...
With Talk That’s UNLIKE...

Talk That Is... “ POLITE “...
Instead of RAW And FORTHRIGHT... !!!

Or Just... Straight To The Point...
Cos’ Now Opinions You Voice...

Have To PASS Checkpoints...
And Navigate Chicanes... !!!

For The Things That You Say...
In... Online Domains... !!!

But Even FACE To FACE...
With Your MASK In PLACE... !!!

Don’t Get It Confused...
You’ll Receive ABUSE...
If You’re NOT On Your...
...... P’s And Q’s...... !!!

You KNOW It’s TRUE... !!!

Especially With These...
... CANCEL CREWS... !!!!

Who’ll CANCEL YOU... !!!

If You Say Something...
That... DOESN’T Fit...
With The Way That THEY THINK... !!!

Which Is A SERIOUS Thing...
When You THINK About It... !!!

Are Opinions DEAD...
If They Now... UPSET... ?!?

Or Is That Freedom RESERVED...
For... CERTAIN HEADS... ?!?

Whose... P’s And Q’s...
Move Like SLAVES DO... !!!

Cos’ They’re Part of The Herd...
Whose Words APPEASE...
Once They’ve Been CUED...

To Only Speak When Their Told...
And Keep Their Thoughts On HOLD... !!!

ONLY Those Who Are BOLD...
TRULY BREAK That Mould... !!!

But If They’re NOT RICH...
They're QUICKLY DITCHED... !!!

So... P’s And Q’s...
Are Now Being Used...

Just Like Lockdowns...
And CORONA RULES... ?!?

To RESTRICT What Comes Out...
of... Peoples Mouths... !!!

And This Vaccine’s Now...
Finding P’s And Q’s Grounds... !!!

Once Injected No Inspecting...
Or Need For Mask Wearing...
To Keep Yourself Protected... !!!

Do You Folks See The Connections... !?!

Now I’m Merely Just Expressing...
With Some P’s And Q’s...
That Most People Now REFUSE...

To Just USE Their HEAD... !!!
And NOT Be SUPPRESSED...
By CANCELLING THREATS...
And CENSORSHIP Trends...

Because We Will REGRET...
Allowing Governments...
And Their Legal Friends...

To STOP The Right To Speak...
And CRITIQUE What We See...
From CORRUPT Police...
And The People That Lead... !!!

Because DICTATORSHIPS...
Are NOT The Type of Things...
That Let Freedoms LIVE... !!!!!

So Heads Should NOT Ignore This... !!!
  
Because This P’s And Q’s Line...
of..... Modern Life......
Already Presides Over Online Vibes...
And Can CANCEL What You Write...

BEFORE It Hits... Websites... !!!

As Well As What You SAY...
BEFORE It Gets Airplay... !!!

Now I’m Just Saying Okay... !!!

That It’s A New Tech Age...
And... Gender Array...
That Now Has P’s And Q’s...
And Some Other Letters Too... !!!
That Can Now Shut Down Your Views...

EXCEPT For... M And F... ?!?

Now Of Course Some Things Being Said...
Need... Legal Precedents... !!!

But NOT Because of P's And Q's...
Or These Sensitive Cancel Groups... !!!

And They Should NOT Lead...
To REMOVING FREE SPEECH... !!!

And That’s Where I’ll End...
This Poetic UPSETTER...
Because It’s A DEFENDER...
of The Right To SPEAK FREE... !!!

Because NOBODY Pleases....
...... EVERYBODY....... !!!

That’s Just Part of HUMANITY... !!!
And To... DENY HONESTY...

CAN'T Be A Good Thing For Societies... !!!

So... As Much As I Do...
This Saying Shouldn’t Be Used...
To... Minimise Views...
Or To RESTRICT Crews...
From Saying What They CHOOSE... !!!

I Subscribe To The Standard...
of Just MINDING YOUR MANNERS... !!!

When It Comes To Being...
........... On Your...........

... “ P’s And Q’s “...
We're clearly now in a, "Cancel Age", for want of a better phrase ! So this piece is warning, and saying, why aren't we now free to say what we want to say ?
Yenson Jan 2023
Yes!
I imagine their type
of prime bonehead waits
five years to make a move
after all
their raison d'etre
has always been to minimise
black talent and plunder them
so its
not surprising
its taking thirty years plus to
figure out truth sincerity & Genuity
These are unknown qualities in Red World
Ryan O'Leary Jan 2022
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What could one do to create
a buffer from the tempests
of tragedy, would staying
In the comfort zone help to
minimise the risk.

I have always confronted
the wind, faced its turmoil,
was blown off course, often
marooned by my alcoholic
amnesia.

I’m back, and on that same island
which ebbed me into a receeding
tide, with little to sustain buoyancy
but my imagination, cast adrift, with
a bottled up message for the world.






Finn. 2nd Jan 2022.
Ash Young Jul 2020
I've tried so hard but there's nothing left. There are no words left in me; none to write, and none to say. I don't think they're coming back this time. I don't think I want them to.
They hurt and bite and slash and claw and I'm more scared of them than I am of disappearing.

Im not scared of disappearing. Im not scared of the things I should be scared of anymore; and I'm not scared of what that means either.

maybe if I stay silent long enough it will minimise the damage of my pre-written ending.
this past year and a half has felt like stolen time from another person's life; a wonderful, dreamlike fairytale. But the clock has been catching up with me for a while now, trying to ignore the ticking just makes my ears pound.
Bekah Halle Sep 14
Am I what you say I am
or am I more?
I am more.
We all are. Amen.

To cope, we minimise
things into binary forms:
Good and evil, black and white
More or less.

But we are more;
More than right now,
More than what others say, and
What others see,

More than what we see,
so peek inside, and
Use the key of self-acceptance to
untraveled terrains of our hearts and minds.
S Kumar Nov 2019
Healing power of time
Time has a magical healing power
All say that that would heal up
But poisonous word never heal up in mind
Is this right in comparison?
Let us think about both circumstances
We find that in both cases it heal up
Wound also leaves some scar
Ugly words also leave some scar in mind
In both cases intensity of pain minimized
Let learn to excuse other
Not only for them but also self upliftment
But some people are habitual carrying  burden of past
“These mar to their present time and relation” is the fact
Let us learn to minimise burden of past
For the betterment of every one's growth.......
I dress modestly,
Carry a worn out handbag,
Wear worn stretchers,
Be humble and courteous,
And speak politely.
The doctor's clinic,
The lawyer's office,
The  principals office,
To minimise bills or donations.
22/6/2024
Yenson Jun 2021
Minimise me
isn't that what you do
to all the others
come give me the brains
of the unwashed
come make my mind to
function like your sheep minds
but if you can comprehend a little
know
that the best way
to trick fools
is to let the fools think they are tricking you
wow! ...the doubts created by imbeciles should
sign post the actions of those wiser
that's really the way things work
come talk respect
after you set up disrespect
so I can follow your example
and go stab someone
how clever we all are
It is difficult to free fools from the chains they revere.
Voltaire
Those who will not reason, are bigots, those who cannot, are fools, and those who dare not, are slaves.
Lord Byron
Yenson Dec 2020
Its more difficult for them to find their preferred victims
so they decided to do the next best thing
they horded to concentrate on me
they tried to minimise myself
said they are fakking me up
spending days and hours
salivating on keyboards
begging attention
watching moon
writing pleas
the sickos
sad loonies
craving
relief
Number of paedophiles in UK surges to 300,000 as police chiefs warn of online risk during the pandemic

The number of Britons with a ****** interest in children may be seven times higher than previously thought, the head of the National Crime Agency has said.

Lynne Owens said the revelation came after investigators scoured through sites for paedophiles on the dark web, finding an estimated 144,000 accounts linked to British people.

Estimates previously had put the number of Britons with a ****** interest in children at around 20,000; one unpublished estimate, which law enforcement did not seek to rely on, put the number at 40,000 adults.

It may be that some individuals have more than one account but Owens, speaking at an event in central London on Tuesday, said that in her professional judgment the number of paedophiles was much higher than law enforcement and government had realised.
Eshwara Prasad Oct 2020
Audit your thoughts regularly.

It will help you to minimise

production of wasteful thoughts.
Yenson Dec 2020
Their usual wanton fare
in brine spittle and laced tongues
to minimise those which they want to prey
transferring their cancerous breathes in pincers
light fingered light brains murky in misdeeds galore
the minimisers puppeteers playing Svengalis incarnate
disdained guttersnipes declared rots as personality changers
the hyperbole of dismantling a mind by the dismantled minds
degraded moral insolvents frenzying to degrade an unstained
the putrid visitations of mindless swindlers and brazen liars
trenched thugs and rabid cowards imprisoned in piracy
slave traders ghosts in living hosts baying in hunger
in a year of Sundays miscreants will forever fail
never will professed fodders blight my mind
nor will I cave to back street wasters
or ants in jealous and envious ills
I see you lack grace and skills
unworthy to be humans
I am that which you
so can never be
am that one
you fear
hence
what
you
do
Bekah Halle Sep 12
What are our lives for? But to reveal our maker,
If we try too hard, we end up highlighting the faker.
Taken off path and into uncertainty, we copy
Others to fit in and minimise the ill feelings of being a nobody.
But it's not too late; turn back around and seek,
Another vision; your authentic self, even if she is meek.
For, one day she will grow tall; into herself once more,
She will be stronger, as she releases the angst from her ankles and pain from her core.
Masterpieces take time, discovery and delight,
Open your eyes and welcome new sight.
The path may not be what you dreamed - but it may be better;
Sweeter, freer, costlier.
But Yours.
Praise Ncube Oct 8
Minimise praying for gains
And watch what rains

Pray to lose
Pray to lose jealous, greed
Hate , selfishness, fear,
anger, stubbornness
bad attitude and unkindness

That’s the essence of spirituality.

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