"wrongdoers" poems - Hello Poetry

Pigments fall from the sky They swim in our skin Some would rank them By that God But he gave them all to us By natural superiority But that makes for inferiority Oppression violence abuse hate Always find outlets through these excuses *** color religion culture And those that do nothing Those that see the wrong and still do nothing Forge the way for wrongdoers Moderate the righteously inflamed And accept the abuse When rights are stolen Injustice runs unchecked All will suffer. In the end remains just the question What's next? When will you be the victim? When will you act? When will your sense of justice Cry out for rightful compensation For rightful equality and freedom? When will you scream and fall? For you and others With you and others And right the wrongs And take up that torch of liberty? As others before you That you have mocked And called impatient rabblerousers And ridiculed their cause Now just as noble as yours.

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Feb 26, 2013

Feb 26, 2013 at 10:05 PM UTC

alexandra-of-old

Pigments fall from the sky

Pigments fall from the sky They swim in our skin Some would rank them By that God But he gave them all to us By natural superiority But that makes for inferiority Oppression violence abuse hate Always find outlets through these excuses *** color religion culture And those that do nothing Those that see the wrong and still do nothing Forge the way for wrongdoers Moderate the righteously inflamed And accept the abuse When rights are stolen Injustice runs unchecked All will suffer. In the end remains just the question What's next? When will you be the victim? When will you act? When will your sense of justice Cry out for rightful compensation For rightful equality and freedom? When will you scream and fall? For you and others With you and others And right the wrongs And take up that torch of liberty? As others before you That you have mocked And called impatient rabblerousers And ridiculed their cause Now just as noble as yours.

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India is our country And we are told It's a great country However, I beg to differ Rather, we are sold The idea of an utopian nation A country with a myriad variety of cultures Races, religions and languages United by a common feeling of brotherhood However, look beneath the hood And the idea implodes spectacularly Crumbling in a heap Instead, emergeth a divide so deep That it can be bested not Even by the mighty Pacific Ocean Truth be told, we are but a Hindu nation In all but name Instead, we put the blame For all our evils On the British, one day And the Mughals, the very next day While more and more blood spills In the name of religion and caste How long will this last? India is our country And as per the Constitution All Indians are our brothers and sisters However, if you use your imagination Understand, you will That this is just a facade Designed to protect our international image As you turn page after page Of our so-called glorious history Emergeth the true picture A land comprising thousands of castes Fighting each other since the beginning of time Something that would put to shame Even the fickle-minded Romans During the reign of Julius Caesar We Indians are indeed pathetic humans Falling like nine pins At the slightest hint of pressure While boasting about past wins That no longer matter India is our country And a time there was When, a proud Indian I was However, passed have light years, since then Oppressed, have been our women More so, those who are underprivileged Brahmins, were the rapists of Bilkis Bano And hence, did they go unpunished Meanwhile, ***** by the Indian Army Are the women of Kashmir and the North Eastern states For which, not a single mainstream feminist bothers to show even the slightest sign of empathy Something that truly makes my blood boil Even as hundreds of wrongdoers get bail Because, our justice system is an epic fail On the other hand, you have innocent people Languishing in jail for ages Because nobody bothers to turn the pages Of the Constitution of India Yes, India is our country indeed But patriots we are, no longer Because, ultimately, humanity is stronger A field where India can never take the lead Yes, Indians we are However, humans we are first

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Dec 9, 2023

Dec 9, 2023 at 2:01 AM UTC

Ashwinkumar1989

India Is Our Country

India is our country And we are told It's a great country However, I beg to differ Rather, we are sold The idea of an utopian nation A country with a myriad variety of cultures Races, religions and languages United by a common feeling of brotherhood However, look beneath the hood And the idea implodes spectacularly Crumbling in a heap Instead, emergeth a divide so deep That it can be bested not Even by the mighty Pacific Ocean Truth be told, we are but a Hindu nation In all but name Instead, we put the blame For all our evils On the British, one day And the Mughals, the very next day While more and more blood spills In the name of religion and caste How long will this last? India is our country And as per the Constitution All Indians are our brothers and sisters However, if you use your imagination Understand, you will That this is just a facade Designed to protect our international image As you turn page after page Of our so-called glorious history Emergeth the true picture A land comprising thousands of castes Fighting each other since the beginning of time Something that would put to shame Even the fickle-minded Romans During the reign of Julius Caesar We Indians are indeed pathetic humans Falling like nine pins At the slightest hint of pressure While boasting about past wins That no longer matter India is our country And a time there was When, a proud Indian I was However, passed have light years, since then Oppressed, have been our women More so, those who are underprivileged Brahmins, were the rapists of Bilkis Bano And hence, did they go unpunished Meanwhile, ***** by the Indian Army Are the women of Kashmir and the North Eastern states For which, not a single mainstream feminist bothers to show even the slightest sign of empathy Something that truly makes my blood boil Even as hundreds of wrongdoers get bail Because, our justice system is an epic fail On the other hand, you have innocent people Languishing in jail for ages Because nobody bothers to turn the pages Of the Constitution of India Yes, India is our country indeed But patriots we are, no longer Because, ultimately, humanity is stronger A field where India can never take the lead Yes, Indians we are However, humans we are first

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Dripping in adolescence, Breaking ourselves to get a gist of what putting ourselves back together has the power to feel like, Late nights spent making horrible decisions to wake up in the morning and recover what little energy we have left, It is not me, it is you It is not we, it is us Surrounded by hot sweaty bodies collecting cold sweat in jars so we have something to hydrate our obsession with confidence with, Feeding off positive energy to form some sort of understanding of what pessimism takes to the battlefield every day, In every way, this is everything we tell ourselves not to get into, yet do anyway, Giving ourselves to the wrongdoers to see how much of a tolerance we have built up, Searching the cracks of innocent bodies trying to find the answer to all of the promises broken on us, Coming up with excuses so we don't have to apologize for being the lesser man, Ruining our shoes by walking on the mud of teenage heartbreak, Driving as far away as possible and hoping that our problems won't catch up to us, We are dangerous, but we wouldn't change a ******* thing We are always late, but we wouldn't miss any of this for the world Broken, but not recovering because we love the feeling of knowing we still have the strength to help ourselves if we have to, We are finding space where there is none, We are loud when it is all silent, We are never ending where the ends meet, Lost in the static of this electrifying atmosphere we call our youth, Look how high we're jumping from Not dying, but getting there, We wouldn't change a thing, We are loving every minute of it

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Jun 17, 2016

Jun 17, 2016 at 4:33 AM UTC

richie-vincent

Diary Of The Everlasting

Dripping in adolescence, Breaking ourselves to get a gist of what putting ourselves back together has the power to feel like, Late nights spent making horrible decisions to wake up in the morning and recover what little energy we have left, It is not me, it is you It is not we, it is us Surrounded by hot sweaty bodies collecting cold sweat in jars so we have something to hydrate our obsession with confidence with, Feeding off positive energy to form some sort of understanding of what pessimism takes to the battlefield every day, In every way, this is everything we tell ourselves not to get into, yet do anyway, Giving ourselves to the wrongdoers to see how much of a tolerance we have built up, Searching the cracks of innocent bodies trying to find the answer to all of the promises broken on us, Coming up with excuses so we don't have to apologize for being the lesser man, Ruining our shoes by walking on the mud of teenage heartbreak, Driving as far away as possible and hoping that our problems won't catch up to us, We are dangerous, but we wouldn't change a ******* thing We are always late, but we wouldn't miss any of this for the world Broken, but not recovering because we love the feeling of knowing we still have the strength to help ourselves if we have to, We are finding space where there is none, We are loud when it is all silent, We are never ending where the ends meet, Lost in the static of this electrifying atmosphere we call our youth, Look how high we're jumping from Not dying, but getting there, We wouldn't change a thing, We are loving every minute of it

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Pass the time Pass the time Pass the time Think of what is not killing you Let it seep into your skin and let it fill your lungs Crack your brittle knuckles and pop your achey joints This is only the beginning Tie a noose around a tree and let the branch break, just to let yourself know that nature is keeping you alive for a reason Now think of what is killing you Let it fill and spill over and under your thoughts Let it whisper soft meaningless nothings into your ears Flirt with the idea of crushing a caterpillar just before it blossoms into a butterfly Let yourself realize that there is beauty in the innocent Learn that corruption is at every street corner, just begging and pleading for your attention Pass the time Pass the time Pass the time Give yourself to the wrongdoers Let your blood bleed dark red onto your favorite t-shirt Feel knowledgeable and learn consistently Walk gracefully and fight viciously There is no bliss in ignorance, just like there is no good in evil Time is as valuable as diamond Do not shied yourself from its shine and do not hide in its shadow When the next opportunity comes, do not pass it Do not pass the time and do not let it escape you Breathe in air and exhale fire Watch the clock like it is your favorite movie, it may just surprise you

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May 12, 2016

May 12, 2016 at 1:03 AM UTC

richie-vincent

What a Waste

Pass the time Pass the time Pass the time Think of what is not killing you Let it seep into your skin and let it fill your lungs Crack your brittle knuckles and pop your achey joints This is only the beginning Tie a noose around a tree and let the branch break, just to let yourself know that nature is keeping you alive for a reason Now think of what is killing you Let it fill and spill over and under your thoughts Let it whisper soft meaningless nothings into your ears Flirt with the idea of crushing a caterpillar just before it blossoms into a butterfly Let yourself realize that there is beauty in the innocent Learn that corruption is at every street corner, just begging and pleading for your attention Pass the time Pass the time Pass the time Give yourself to the wrongdoers Let your blood bleed dark red onto your favorite t-shirt Feel knowledgeable and learn consistently Walk gracefully and fight viciously There is no bliss in ignorance, just like there is no good in evil Time is as valuable as diamond Do not shied yourself from its shine and do not hide in its shadow When the next opportunity comes, do not pass it Do not pass the time and do not let it escape you Breathe in air and exhale fire Watch the clock like it is your favorite movie, it may just surprise you

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Bring down Jesus Christ the Son of God Himself and our Socialist Anarchist Brigade would start spewing their toxic biles The would write He is an Anti-Semite they would accuse our Blessed Lord of being gay fancy going around with twelve other robed men they would say he is cruel to animals for wearing leather sandals they would say He is a cross-dresser for wearing robes Our Toxic obsessives would call Him an Alcoholic, oh yes, remember Him Drinking wine - all that turning water to wine Ah, the nutcases will write that he was a con-man and a magician all that rising people from the dead and making cripples walk restoring sights and all that Penn and Teller stuff His Love or all would have them brainless oafs call Him a stalker off-course they'll say he was megalomaniac asking all to serve Him He loves His Mother so to them, He has an Oedipus Complex And when he heard God stating 'This is My Beloved Son' the nutters of doom would scream Our Lord was schizophrenic By not sinning and partying, they would say, He was boring a po-faced preacher who thinks He is better than us Fasting and going off into the wilderness means He's a Loner just ripe for bullying by the weak simpleton cowards and being crucified serves Him right for calling out all the robbers, thieves and wrongdoers Yes, we're brainless, blind, dumb, confused, jealous and frustrated just pond lives, wasters and pointless mediocre s our job is to disfigure, destroy, lie, fabricate, twist and smear we're shameless and pathetic but we don't care and why should we we are only human, not God...........

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Aug 15, 2019

Aug 15, 2019 at 5:59 PM UTC

yenson

from the mouths of gods & goddesses.....

Bring down Jesus Christ the Son of God Himself and our Socialist Anarchist Brigade would start spewing their toxic biles The would write He is an Anti-Semite they would accuse our Blessed Lord of being gay fancy going around with twelve other robed men they would say he is cruel to animals for wearing leather sandals they would say He is a cross-dresser for wearing robes Our Toxic obsessives would call Him an Alcoholic, oh yes, remember Him Drinking wine - all that turning water to wine Ah, the nutcases will write that he was a con-man and a magician all that rising people from the dead and making cripples walk restoring sights and all that Penn and Teller stuff His Love or all would have them brainless oafs call Him a stalker off-course they'll say he was megalomaniac asking all to serve Him He loves His Mother so to them, He has an Oedipus Complex And when he heard God stating 'This is My Beloved Son' the nutters of doom would scream Our Lord was schizophrenic By not sinning and partying, they would say, He was boring a po-faced preacher who thinks He is better than us Fasting and going off into the wilderness means He's a Loner just ripe for bullying by the weak simpleton cowards and being crucified serves Him right for calling out all the robbers, thieves and wrongdoers Yes, we're brainless, blind, dumb, confused, jealous and frustrated just pond lives, wasters and pointless mediocre s our job is to disfigure, destroy, lie, fabricate, twist and smear we're shameless and pathetic but we don't care and why should we we are only human, not God...........

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Whistleblowers, do not falter! Blow those whistles! Sound the alarm! Although your silence might be safer, Ultimately, it does more harm. Whistleblowers, keep exposing Malfeasance where it occurs. Even though you have to face All the wrongdoers' smears and slurs. Whistleblowers, point out corruption, Abuse of power, fraud, deceit, And widespread hypocrisy. Apply some pressure; turn up the heat. Whistleblowers, do not fear Corrupt leaders who call you spies Merely because you reveal Their deceptive behavior and lies. Whistleblowers, be for us Courageous ones who do what's right. Let the truth saturate The findings that you bring to light. Whistleblowers, do not falter! Blow those whistles! Sound the alarm! Although your silence might be safer, Ultimately, it does more harm. -by Bob B (9-28-19)

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Sep 28, 2019

Sep 28, 2019 at 10:05 AM UTC

bob-b

Whistleblowers, Do Not Falter!

Whistleblowers, do not falter! Blow those whistles! Sound the alarm! Although your silence might be safer, Ultimately, it does more harm. Whistleblowers, keep exposing Malfeasance where it occurs. Even though you have to face All the wrongdoers' smears and slurs. Whistleblowers, point out corruption, Abuse of power, fraud, deceit, And widespread hypocrisy. Apply some pressure; turn up the heat. Whistleblowers, do not fear Corrupt leaders who call you spies Merely because you reveal Their deceptive behavior and lies. Whistleblowers, be for us Courageous ones who do what's right. Let the truth saturate The findings that you bring to light. Whistleblowers, do not falter! Blow those whistles! Sound the alarm! Although your silence might be safer, Ultimately, it does more harm. -by Bob B (9-28-19)

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Wouldn't it be funny If it were the Angels who were evil And it were the Demons who were good? What if God snapped The Angels becoming a heavenly army of Light And his word made the Demons seem the wrongdoers? What if Lucifer wished for things To become again as they once were Beyond the Pearly Gates; And his Demons were the ones Who guarded humanity In spite of the Angelic opposition? Call me a heretic But what if we have had it backwards All along?

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Aug 28, 2013

Aug 28, 2013 at 8:17 PM UTC

kristina-ward

Blasphemer

Wouldn't it be funny If it were the Angels who were evil And it were the Demons who were good? What if God snapped The Angels becoming a heavenly army of Light And his word made the Demons seem the wrongdoers? What if Lucifer wished for things To become again as they once were Beyond the Pearly Gates; And his Demons were the ones Who guarded humanity In spite of the Angelic opposition? Call me a heretic But what if we have had it backwards All along?

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Dear girl, dear boy Dear little child with so much hurt and abuse and harm Your body has marks and scars and your mind holds the secrets of the hatred you felt and saw that no one who lives a sheltered life could begin to understand Dear child, living deep within your mind's recesses, living within the inner most part of your being You have so much God in you, Even more God than the richest person in the world, or the most fashionable or the most intelligent I understand you struggle with your self worth But I'm here to try to help you understand That there is someone bigger than your problems Someone bigger than your trauma Someone you can bring your worn, pummeled body to who will heal you Heal your soul Someone who will bring you Justice And pay retribution to your wrongdoers Jesus is his name And he will take care of the child others had battered The child who lives inside of you.

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Feb 8, 2017

Feb 8, 2017 at 12:21 PM UTC

seariver

Tell me your trouble

Dear girl, dear boy Dear little child with so much hurt and abuse and harm Your body has marks and scars and your mind holds the secrets of the hatred you felt and saw that no one who lives a sheltered life could begin to understand Dear child, living deep within your mind's recesses, living within the inner most part of your being You have so much God in you, Even more God than the richest person in the world, or the most fashionable or the most intelligent I understand you struggle with your self worth But I'm here to try to help you understand That there is someone bigger than your problems Someone bigger than your trauma Someone you can bring your worn, pummeled body to who will heal you Heal your soul Someone who will bring you Justice And pay retribution to your wrongdoers Jesus is his name And he will take care of the child others had battered The child who lives inside of you.

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Power uncontrollably fierce It's feared by lesser demons of darkness, spirits seeking rest or refuge seem to wonder following my glow. Shadow-dwellers willingly justify countless rational reasons to run to light Before having an encounter with one of the few chosen ones bearing godliness capacity. Abilities divine beings of the sun and moon posses in times beyond modern medicine and technology. One must question if his very existence is futile? When expression is not suited for shaping this dimension Confined to be restricted in flesh with limited access to my former self Inner abilities all transferred to restart in a new home. I wish to not be a Warrior of Karma. Nor a Gatekeeper of interstellar and galactic findings. The result of my ending journey may not build a legacy It will restore light of hope! My essence in midst of it all is luminous. Contrary to the ruthlessness of tyranny consuming humanity. Fading into the blackness of silence. The sound of the fire in my heart could be heard all over the universe. I am no saint. I am no sinner. In dimensions which my pain is evident in my existence. I am NO GOD. I cannot decide who lives or dies. Not here to complete or fulfill deeds of the New World Order if it poisons beauty or destroys my values. I refuse to give myself to it! I'll tap into spells to doom all to hell. Fate remains highly inevitable to wrongdoers among us. The order. I believe in is PEACE. My magic touch is impervious to your ********

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Apr 20, 2021

Apr 20, 2021 at 4:45 AM UTC

Descovia

Magic Touch

Power uncontrollably fierce It's feared by lesser demons of darkness, spirits seeking rest or refuge seem to wonder following my glow. Shadow-dwellers willingly justify countless rational reasons to run to light Before having an encounter with one of the few chosen ones bearing godliness capacity. Abilities divine beings of the sun and moon posses in times beyond modern medicine and technology. One must question if his very existence is futile? When expression is not suited for shaping this dimension Confined to be restricted in flesh with limited access to my former self Inner abilities all transferred to restart in a new home. I wish to not be a Warrior of Karma. Nor a Gatekeeper of interstellar and galactic findings. The result of my ending journey may not build a legacy It will restore light of hope! My essence in midst of it all is luminous. Contrary to the ruthlessness of tyranny consuming humanity. Fading into the blackness of silence. The sound of the fire in my heart could be heard all over the universe. I am no saint. I am no sinner. In dimensions which my pain is evident in my existence. I am NO GOD. I cannot decide who lives or dies. Not here to complete or fulfill deeds of the New World Order if it poisons beauty or destroys my values. I refuse to give myself to it! I'll tap into spells to doom all to hell. Fate remains highly inevitable to wrongdoers among us. The order. I believe in is PEACE. My magic touch is impervious to your ********

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So Just Like My Namesake... In... “ The Great Escape “... I’m The King of... The Cooler... !!!!! Kinda Like... " Rick The Ruler ".... A TRUE School Type Mover... TOP NOTCH Rhyme Producer... !!! With Tunes That Are Cooler... Than McQueen In His Scenes... As Yup... " Virgil Hiltz "... Showing Nazis I CHILL... When They Try To Instil... Ideals That Spread War... Where Division’s The Cause... Because I Stay COOLER... Than Yes... " Ferris Bueller’ ".... !!! When It Comes To These Tutors... Whose Thoughts Should Be..... ....... NEUTERED....... !!!!! That’s Right NULLIFIED.... !!!!! Just Like Norton’s Guy.... And American Types.... Whose Actions DEFY.... REJECTION of FIGHTS... Because They’re Still TIED.... To... SUPREMACIST Minds.... !!!!!! Whose Vibe’s To *** - ide... Based Upon Colour Lines... !?! While I Deal In Vibes.... Where Tribes UNIFY... !!!!! No Matter What Colour... Or **** They STAND BY... !!! Because I Am COOLER.... Than... Racist Wrongdoers... !!!!! I Move With MORE Coolness... Than Those Who Pull Shooters... !!!! ... MILITANT Armies.... Like Those In Zimbabwe... Now OUSTING Mugabe... !!!!! Political Parties..... Who DO NOT Move Calmly... !!! So I’m Cooler Than THEM... !!!!! These Government Heads... Who Cause Heads PROBLEMS... !!! As Well As... DISTRESS... !!!!! Because They Use POWER... !!! To Use Cladding That Showers... Like... EXPLOSIVE Gunpowder... !!! So I’m COOLER Than Towers.... That In Just A Few Hours... !!!!!!!! Became HOTTER Than Plotters... Whose Movements Get HOTTER... Than.... SUICIDE BOMBERS... !!!!! I’m The COOLEST of Jotters... About All This NONSENSE.... !!! ABUSERS Whose Movements... HOT UP... Certain Collars... !!!!! Who Took Time To... HOLLA'... About How They BOTHERED... ?!? Producers And Movers.... Who Seem To NEED... “ Coolers “... !!!?!!! To CONTROL Their LOOSENESS... !!!!! However Some Coolness... Is NEEDED Like Shrewdness... When It Comes To The CLAIMS... That Are Made Nowadays... ... SO MANY Games... !!! That People Now Play... !!!!! The Type That Have RACKETS... And Strings That Pull Jackets... !!! On Puppets And Slaves... Who Seem To Get Brave.... When It’s LATE In The day.... !!!!! To REFUTERS I Say... CALM DOWN Now Okay... !!! I Suggest You Stay COOLER... Than London’s Commuters... When TERROR Becomes.... What HITS It’s Stations... !!!!!! Or Cooler Than COUGARS... Who Move Like SEDUCERS... When Their ONLY Future... Is *** With OLD Suitors ... Boozers And Schmoozers'... !!! Whose ***** LOST IT’s Rooster.... !?!?! So NEEDS To Use BOOSTERS... Like..... ****** Users.... !!!!!! As I Said... This Poem... Should PROVE I’m NO LOSER... !!!!! I’m Just A Producer... of Rhymes That Are Shrewder... Than SCOOTER Type Looters... !!!!! Who’s... SICKER Than TUMOURS... !!!!! And Like... " Steve McQueen "... When It Comes To Rhyme Schemes... Don’t Let The Rest FOOL YA.... !!!!! I’m THE KING of What’s... ........ “ COOLER “.......

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Jun 9, 2021

Jun 9, 2021 at 1:09 AM UTC

big-virge

'Cooler' ... A Poem written by Big Virge 20/11/2017

So Just Like My Namesake... In... “ The Great Escape “... I’m The King of... The Cooler... !!!!! Kinda Like... " Rick The Ruler ".... A TRUE School Type Mover... TOP NOTCH Rhyme Producer... !!! With Tunes That Are Cooler... Than McQueen In His Scenes... As Yup... " Virgil Hiltz "... Showing Nazis I CHILL... When They Try To Instil... Ideals That Spread War... Where Division’s The Cause... Because I Stay COOLER... Than Yes... " Ferris Bueller’ ".... !!! When It Comes To These Tutors... Whose Thoughts Should Be..... ....... NEUTERED....... !!!!! That’s Right NULLIFIED.... !!!!! Just Like Norton’s Guy.... And American Types.... Whose Actions DEFY.... REJECTION of FIGHTS... Because They’re Still TIED.... To... SUPREMACIST Minds.... !!!!!! Whose Vibe’s To *** - ide... Based Upon Colour Lines... !?! While I Deal In Vibes.... Where Tribes UNIFY... !!!!! No Matter What Colour... Or **** They STAND BY... !!! Because I Am COOLER.... Than... Racist Wrongdoers... !!!!! I Move With MORE Coolness... Than Those Who Pull Shooters... !!!! ... MILITANT Armies.... Like Those In Zimbabwe... Now OUSTING Mugabe... !!!!! Political Parties..... Who DO NOT Move Calmly... !!! So I’m Cooler Than THEM... !!!!! These Government Heads... Who Cause Heads PROBLEMS... !!! As Well As... DISTRESS... !!!!! Because They Use POWER... !!! To Use Cladding That Showers... Like... EXPLOSIVE Gunpowder... !!! So I’m COOLER Than Towers.... That In Just A Few Hours... !!!!!!!! Became HOTTER Than Plotters... Whose Movements Get HOTTER... Than.... SUICIDE BOMBERS... !!!!! I’m The COOLEST of Jotters... About All This NONSENSE.... !!! ABUSERS Whose Movements... HOT UP... Certain Collars... !!!!! Who Took Time To... HOLLA'... About How They BOTHERED... ?!? Producers And Movers.... Who Seem To NEED... “ Coolers “... !!!?!!! To CONTROL Their LOOSENESS... !!!!! However Some Coolness... Is NEEDED Like Shrewdness... When It Comes To The CLAIMS... That Are Made Nowadays... ... SO MANY Games... !!! That People Now Play... !!!!! The Type That Have RACKETS... And Strings That Pull Jackets... !!! On Puppets And Slaves... Who Seem To Get Brave.... When It’s LATE In The day.... !!!!! To REFUTERS I Say... CALM DOWN Now Okay... !!! I Suggest You Stay COOLER... Than London’s Commuters... When TERROR Becomes.... What HITS It’s Stations... !!!!!! Or Cooler Than COUGARS... Who Move Like SEDUCERS... When Their ONLY Future... Is *** With OLD Suitors ... Boozers And Schmoozers'... !!! Whose ***** LOST IT’s Rooster.... !?!?! So NEEDS To Use BOOSTERS... Like..... ****** Users.... !!!!!! As I Said... This Poem... Should PROVE I’m NO LOSER... !!!!! I’m Just A Producer... of Rhymes That Are Shrewder... Than SCOOTER Type Looters... !!!!! Who’s... SICKER Than TUMOURS... !!!!! And Like... " Steve McQueen "... When It Comes To Rhyme Schemes... Don’t Let The Rest FOOL YA.... !!!!! I’m THE KING of What’s... ........ “ COOLER “.......

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Kissing you and drinking tea Hands that quiver unsteadily Sunlight revealing your flowery home, and awakening my love of thee. In my thoughts you go to roam, proceeding so, ******* gracefully. A cup of porcelain too light To hold anything but two mice My hands in the morning; weaker than my knees last night, and softer than the tile flooring. Wet stones of white. Venturing back to your room The dusty air, turpentine fumes Your body a formed question mark; wanting an answer, I presumed. The sheets over washed and harsh Softer than the foreboding gloom Awaiting my fated reply, I look into my lovers eye, then dropped my gaze in such a way that conveyed a true lie. In the doorway I swayed, and began to cry. For one has never been in such a situation so rushed. I said goodbye and left you Afraid otherwise it might be too much Bidding you adieu, and Forever missing your touch My breaths would become fewer For I held an unknown future in which death outweighed survival. I would not allow a single viewer to watch the heavens await my arrival and not the wrongdoers’

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Jul 24, 2017

Jul 24, 2017 at 4:32 PM UTC

allison-baxter

An Equivalence

Kissing you and drinking tea Hands that quiver unsteadily Sunlight revealing your flowery home, and awakening my love of thee. In my thoughts you go to roam, proceeding so, ******* gracefully. A cup of porcelain too light To hold anything but two mice My hands in the morning; weaker than my knees last night, and softer than the tile flooring. Wet stones of white. Venturing back to your room The dusty air, turpentine fumes Your body a formed question mark; wanting an answer, I presumed. The sheets over washed and harsh Softer than the foreboding gloom Awaiting my fated reply, I look into my lovers eye, then dropped my gaze in such a way that conveyed a true lie. In the doorway I swayed, and began to cry. For one has never been in such a situation so rushed. I said goodbye and left you Afraid otherwise it might be too much Bidding you adieu, and Forever missing your touch My breaths would become fewer For I held an unknown future in which death outweighed survival. I would not allow a single viewer to watch the heavens await my arrival and not the wrongdoers’

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