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trump the Dem's help to stem those waged, abused,    
shout down " foster trust not negativity "    
with disturbing muddles of sly faux news    
   
Forge top-dollar truths to lies to help screw    
a few more pennies from proles, just like me,    
trump the Dem's help to stem those waged, abused,    
   
Suggest threats against those with unliked views    
enslave folk with debt then tell them they're free    
with disturbing muddles of sly faux news,    
   
Encourage votes for folk who should be in zoos    
by damning decency and that's their key,    
to trump Dem's help to stem those waged, abused  
   
Insist medical costs can't be reduced  
use sleight of words to bring truth to its knees    
with disturbing muddles of, sly faux news.  
   
Lying to death trumps untutored, yes you    
Allege the bill of rights grants lying sprees,    
With your disturbed muddle of sly faux news    
To trump Dem's help, to stem those waged, abused...    
   
   
 

 
Christopher Marlowe:  
The Passionate Shepherd To His Love.
https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/44675/the-passionate-shepherd-to-his-love
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Sir Walter Raleigh:
The Nymph’s Reply To The Shepherd
https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/44939/the-nymphs-reply-to-the-shepherd
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Alexander Jones: (Me 🙃)
The Shepherd’s Reply To The Nymph

Well, fuck off, then, you rotten cow,
I wouldn't want to have you now.
If you'd prefer a richer man,
go find the sucker – if you can!
 
You're fucking ugly, just a dog,
your breath stinks like a fetid bog.
your teeth are yellow, black and green –
your gob's the worst I've ever seen!
 
You've legs just like two skinny twigs,
your nose reminds me of a pig's ,
and under it's a fine moustache!
It's hard to tell if you're a lass!
 
Your eyes resemble pools of piss,
your voice is like a viper's hiss,
so listen here, and this is true:
I'd sooner shag my sheep than you!
 
No doubt you've blown a thousand cocks,
no doubt your cunt is filled with pox.
If I so much as held you close,
I'd end up with a nasty dose.
 
I'd rather be a long time dead
than wake up next to you in bed
and realise for all my life
a bitch like you would be my wife.

 
🙃

In youth, like truth, the pain is there
When mem’ries come from everywhere
The birds of prey, their sweeping calls
Can spur the grave through mental halls

Have great, how fortunate, we are!
That we are free because of they
Who slay the foes of yesterday

Yet how dreadful, how miserable we are!
That we share not in the glory
Nor the story of those who passed away

O God, how long must good men die
To prove that freedom is worth its weight in blood?
How long, o Lord, must we visit the cross
Of those we love, and those we lost?

How long, O God, must mothers mourn
Their sons and daughters kept for slaughter?
How long, O God, must the battalions of battle
Form their death cries as they rattle?

How long, O God, must two men who worship you
Kill each other in the name of earthly kings
Who neither know you, nor seek your face
Who’s palace and place of pleasure are far from thee?

How long, O Lord my God, will the graves of good men
And the names of no men
Be delayed the justice that you hold so dear
Be delayed the vengeance you hold so near?

Slaughter the slaughterer O God
Bring justice to the crimes of tyrants
For you are not slow to anger, but rejoice in the truth
Let truth reign down like fire from heaven
Let the light of glory blind the enemies of the Almighty Yahweh
Fill their coffers with moths and rust
Let their enemies mock them and their allies desert them
Let their kings be locked in the prisons they have built for their enemies
And let their friends be those who shackle their feet

Bring down the whole fire from the bowl of prayers
And let the incense of heaven scorch the fields of the wicked
Let the nation that has dipped their robes in the blood of their own men
Drown in the depths of sacred depravity
Let seventy seven times seven years pass by them in anguish
And let none arise who will help them

For they have burned the homes of those who love You
And have pillaged the goods of those who serve You
They have cut off your children from the land of the living
And have given their minds to the wiles of the wicked
With injustice they have claimed themselves superior
And with letters of violence they have chosen the route of evil

So they will burn their increase and multiply their losses
They will shatter the soil and yield nothing
Their ground is accursed, and nothing will ever grow there
The earth will never yield its bounty as long as the Lord lives
And peace will never again visit the land of the wicked

They used to live in tents
Under the sky's expanse
With earth beneath their feet
In freedoms sacred dance
In harmony they thrived
With natures gentle hand
But shadows crept upon them
And darkness claimed their lands

The whispers of the wind
Once filled with ancient lore
Now carry cries of sorrow
For peace that is no more
The rivers song of life
Now tainted with regret
Their sacred grounds defiled
A loss they can't forget

The forests once their refuge
And shelter for their kin
Now echo with the silence
Of battles they couldn't win
The mountains once their guardians
Now standing in solemn grace
As they watch the heartache
Etched on every elders face

From prairies vast to valleys deep
Their footsteps marked the way
But greed and broken promises
Have cast their dreams astray
Their ancestors spirits weep
At night a haunting cry
For lands that once were theirs
Where freedom used to lie

The drum beats of their hearts
Now faint, a mournful song
For the heritage that's faded
For the rights that turned so wrong
Yet in their eyes a fire
A strength that won't relent
An intense and enduring spirit
Of hope they represent

So let us honor those who lost
Who bore the deepest scars
The struggle for their homeland
Beneath the distant stars
With every breath remember
The history we can't erase
The intense enduring spirit
Of a proud resilient race

his was
an empty verse
brought by a solitary
meaning

it was you
broken one
shining one
who showed me

my given face
returns to me
child

your sight is fading
I hold on to
each vaporizing
tone

knowing

yours is a world far brighter
deeper than all truths
now shake cosmic
snowflakes from
ardent crust

nameless one
once more lend me
this vigil shade
shake tears
from these eardrums

on this pier
I stand avian

do not mourn night
beloved dawn
winds weep
haunted hunting
swan song

kindred fire
holds no flame

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Isn't it exhilarating  
how someone's poetry  
can ignite a fire within us?  
 
When their words resonate  
so deeply, it's like they unlock  
hidden chambers in our own hearts,  
revealing emotions and thoughts  
we hadn't fully realized were there.  
 
Crafting your own verses  
becomes more than just writing
it's a dialogue between your soul and theirs,  
a harmonious exchange  
across the canvas of creativity.
 
I've always found  
that immersing myself  
in powerful poetry  
not only inspires me  
but also challenges me  
to delve deeper into my own  
perspectives and feelings.  
 
It's fascinating how the cadence  
of their lines, the imagery they conjure  
and the emotions they evoke  
can influence the way we express ourselves.

Blue grows the tulip
White grows the Rose
I am writing a letter
To whom no one knows
 
Light falls the feather
Bright grows the fire
The irony of love
I will never tire
 
Green grows the grass
Heavy is the dew
All of this beauty
Is in tribute to you
 
A child to a mother
A moth to a flame
As timeless as tears
I will never be the same
 
A minute to an hour
A day to a year
A dark spirit’s voice
Is the only one I hear
 
Soft moonbeams
And silvery stones
Drifting lifeless in the water
Completely alone
 
Piercing rays
And shimmering skies
When the battle commences
Everyone dies
 
Dark grey ashes
And smoldering death
The world has fallen
I am the only one left
 
Demons rise
To plague the earth
Awaiting their master’s
Shadowed rebirth
 
I run and I hide
My face drawn and pale
An unwilling Queen
To finish the tale
 
I am given to him
A soul-bound slave
I am his possession
My love he will crave
 
I will not let him have it
So, I relinquish my breath
I know that the only way out
Is my death
 
I bury my blade
Into the depths of my heart.
After all, it’s my fault that
The world fell apart.
 
I fall to the ground with
A sigh of relief
The Goddess accepts me
My soul is released
 
Now I have peace
My depression is gone
The padded room opens
In tandem with dawn
 
My expression of joy
I am finally free
I will be fine
And the voices agree.

A marsh full of mist      
And mysterious fruits      
A thicket of brambles      
Serve as my roots.      
     
My branches are bare      
Ancient and prone      
I cannot bear children      
They would be stone.      
     
I find friendship, however      
From the village beyond      
I saw her the day that      
She washed in the pond.      
     
With wails of a wraith      
And blood on her thighs      
My old heart cannot handle      
The way that she cries.      
     
I am shocked that she sensed me      
Perhaps she is too      
She approaches, unafraid      
But unsure what to do.      
     
Extending my branch      
Though the comfort is cold      
She accepts it with thanks      
Unlike many, I’m told.      
     
A silvery flash      
The slowing of time      
If I do not stop her      
The crime will be mine.      
     
Felling a branch      
On her poor little head      
I take the knife from her hand      
And swallow my dread.      
     
Wrapping my branches      
Over her limbs      
I keep her asleep      
Until the gloaming is dimmed.      
     
She awakes with a gasp      
She is starting to fight      
Until my voice serene      
Manifests in the night.      
     
“Young woman, you’ve suffered      
More than enough      
Lure your abuser      
To Black Widow’s Bluff.”      
     
“Then run through the trees      
And return to your home      
Under your house      
There’s a porcelain comb.”      
     
“Lay the fine comb atop      
The dirt of my grave      
It will protect you      
Your mind it will save.”      
       
“But how do you know this?”      
She asks with a frown      
The question recedes as      
She looks at the ground.      
     
The horror she witnessed    
The terror I am      
“Whoever has done this      
Will be certainly damned.”      
     
“You know who has done this”      
Came my angry reply      
“NOW DO AS I SAY      
SO WE MAY TARNISH HIS LIES!”      
     
My voice fills the marsh      
As she sets to her task      
When she returns I see naught  
But a giggling mask.      
     
The porcelain comb      
She drops at my feet      
Eyes rolling madly      
Her lips will not meet.      
     
“I cannot, in good conscience      
Use this in your stead      
You needed it more      
And now, you are dead.”      
     
“I can not go on      
I have to give in      
He’ll be dead before me      
This is my win.”      
     
“I have a better idea      
I want be friends      
Make some room, will you?      
For when my life ends?”      
     
I giggle with a madness      
Cultivated for years      
Gone is the loneliest      
Deluge of tears.      
     
I rip my corpse from the branches      
Making some room      
As soon as she sleeps      
I visit her groom.      
     
Laughter in the trees      
And fear in his eyes      
I whisper his name      
As he painfully dies.      
     
I’ll never admit to YOU      
What I have done      
Imagine him, though      
It was amazingly fun!      
     
Returning to the girl      
She’s as good as her word      
She giggles anyway      
She is finally heard!      
     
Ever after, we talk      
…rotting, reminiscing forever      
Not to mention plotting      
Our future endeavor.      
     
Rapists, be warned      
We have nothing to fear      
With your blood on our faces      
Our minds are finally clear.      
     
     
Sleep well.      
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
 

 

    The point of your sword
    Rests gently against the hollow base
    Of my throat
    After an eternity of quarrel and defeat
    Domination and submission
    Sex and brutality
    The cycle is everlasting
    Yet somehow you have managed
    To discover the heinous act
    Of destroying your greatest friend
    Your faithful lover
    Your compassionate kin
    Your worst enemy;
    We have gone through all that we did
    For a sadistic victory;
    One that was never fought for, or won;
    But stolen
    You cheated Fate
    Locked it behind bars
    And threw the key into an abyss of despair;
    A sea of damned souls bent on vengeance;
    Whose destiny is to forevermore guard the one thing
    That could set me free
    My mirror
    No clarity comes from my reflection
    For all I can see now is a monster
    And however loud I might scream, no one
    Will hear me, for the war you have started
    Due to my capture, everything that once
    Grew in the light, now broods in darkness
    I scream and hit my reflection
    As the glass breaks, I accept my fate with dignity.
    The sword at my throat
    Is nothing more than everything I caused.
    I thrust the shard of glass in my neck to its breaking point,
    Yet I feel no pain.
    It would not be so bad, I thought,
    Smiling maniacally at the sight of my lifeblood
    Pouring through my fingers;
    For my perpetual agony has finally ceased
    To exist.