"trollers" poems
My easel, has been asleep
for a while, like a whale
on the lost deep seas
finding a prey
to victimise
to sate the belly full.
Your easel, sees in my eyes
the robbers on the blink
of an unruly end
finding recognition
in social media
to favor ego
to sate the belly full.
Your easel, is a mellow fine lens
Hands in line holding a gun
set a trigger, to silence the crowds
the doom in the public cruise
trollers and vipers with wipers
to sate the belly full
What have we come to dear friend?
we seek fame and lose our self
to the shadows of the masses
who denude our dignity
to gain their sanity
to sate the belly full
What have we come to dear friend?
in the spaces of the contours between
dehumanised by the social media
the medium of the century voice
the armageddon of currency
that sate to fill it's belly
Aug 25, 2016
Aug 25, 2016 at 1:45 PM UTC
Lures, flies and spinners
provide variety for
multiple techniques.
Casting carefree lines
the sportsmen and women look…
For fishy hook-ups.
Moonlight over pines –
Adds a touch of elegance
to nighttime fishing.
Daytime sea trollers
combine leisure travel
and hands-free fishing.
The ignorant fish –
Unaware of keepers of…
Life’s aquarium.
Author Note:
Learn more about me and my poetry at:
http://www.squidoo.com/book-isbn-1419650513/
By Joseph J. Breunig 3rd, © 2009, All rights reserved.
Nov 8, 2012
Nov 8, 2012 at 9:24 AM UTC
framers and confounders,
gold-sifting pitch-shifting
plagiarist compounders,
dreamer cells --
all stragglers and strollers;
trollers, ex-tollers,
frontier comptrollers...
was a pupil for a day,
gave two eyes for an A,
said "I'll tell you what I see just
tell me what to say"
2 fore thoughts 2 free thoughts
of sons of freed slaves,
think tanks and barnacles abound:
I see twenty-six characters in need of an author
to try me line by line
'til beseeched and swayed
I reach the antithesis
Jun 16, 2015
Jun 16, 2015 at 9:54 PM UTC
Already have victims other words TROLLERS that i will slaughter soon::::::::::(((((((((IIIIII will get YOU Soon
Be
REALLY READY TROLLS TO BE
Abolished
Aug 13, 2015
Aug 13, 2015 at 11:09 PM UTC
It aint hard to tell
I excite those who dwell
In my presence my foes be hesitant
Deliberating debating and hating
Welcome in the sons of satan
Watch my gun get blatant
Belligerent despairing the hearts of
The innocent
Most people dont follow rules
I refuse to be a mule
**** youtube rules and the punk
*** trollers move over
There a new sheriff in town
Shot the da va and deputy
Now whos wearin' the crowns ?
King of the original jew whoever knew
I would be born inside of a jail cell
Made from hell learned the best from sniffin' yeyo
My pang couldnt even hold on whale scales
Take short of the L then inhale
Turn spectators skins pale
When the reporters try to yell
But cant escape deaths bail
It aint hard to tell
Know i got haters
Following me like Jesus
I resurrected hip hop
Im Lazarus disastrous
My crew wrecks only
In guns we trust til our barrels rust
Wipe out the must
Got keep a clean mind when i grind
Looking for the ultimate sunshine
Middle fingers to one time
The narcs hidin' the parks
Im lightin' em up like John Starks
My mid range is wicked past sadistic
Just being realistic
So if ya wanna be a statistic
I advise ya remain un Belligerent
Broke the mental shackles
When life started to tackle
I got curious as a jackal
Laughin' at my enemies all the way to the bank
Mis the feds foes to hoes
And pop open the drank blaze the pounds
While ill count my franks
That means my money banks
Ill leave ya mind stiff as a plank
When i drop these lyrical bombshells
Yo it aint hard to tell
Aug 7, 2015
Aug 7, 2015 at 3:18 PM UTC
Sick of the facade. WHY NOT USE A WHIP AND ROD? Sick of these trolls, all they do is just scroll. Hit DELETE, RINSE and REPEAT. They on patrol looking for they next victim, lookin', and searchin' of how they can whip 'em. To all you Trollers out there, scrolling, meme'ing, sick of the facade.
These Trolls go on a roll and just scroll...
They are bullies in disguise hiding behind they cell phones and keyboard.
They taunt and sneer, while they smear your name, for their own fame, with no care for the game.
Throwing elbows and jabs, no penalty shot, cause they got caught
with their pants down, so now you need to sit the **** down, shut up, cause you in line about to be ****** up.
Bunch of ******* critics and hypocrites, with only one ticket to their own show. ECHO.... No one around, BLAST that's MY sound comin' round. Gonna shoot you down off your own pedestal, knock you down, off your high horse. Bunch of geeks, with their tweets, thinkin' they have some treat to give you, like you somethin' special. All they are is a bully behind their mask, a coward in disguise, who just hides. ****** losers with no end game. ******* tweet patrol, they are just weak patrol.
Just a facade... Undercovers is what they are...
These people are leeches, all I hear from them is screeches.
With a flick of the wrist, Nigel gave me the full gist.
It's just a mirage. Well, I give you applause, but this is SABOTAGE.
Sep 22, 2019
Sep 22, 2019 at 6:09 PM UTC