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JohnnyBlaze
Tyrant of Words
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Forum Posts: 5572

12/30


Good Morning

She sunbeamed on a morning
void of any significance
I hope you have the
BEST DAY EVER!


A duck oddity
the rarest commodity souled
never decoyed with pretense
in a big pond dulled by grouse
lousy with grumblings

amidst storms blowing through
her screen door frame of mind
What thunderous rumblings!
shaking the whole house
inspiring wondrous musings!
scribbled into notebook

Oh! The joyous look
in her eyes wild with Life
flavored rich and bold
splashing across the tongue
savored before turning cold

Galaxy of sun dust swirling
in dawning through window
as I juggle her tea cups
fresh with hot brews
for the very first time

I know it has truly arrived

The Best Day Ever










for Ahavati with Love

💜




Hepcat61
geoff cat
Dangerous Mind
United States 33awards
Joined 27th Nov 2015
Forum Posts: 1028

Burlesque Comedy
(limericks)
poésie érotique comiquement 12/30


Maurice was an elderly gent,        
Whose age left him shriveled and bent.        
When Alice inclined        
 her finger behind,        
How straight did old Maurice present.        
       
There once was a minion named Blink,        
In giving his one-eye a twink.        
Bananas he'd crave,        
 so peels he could save,        
He’d rather cum there than the sink.  
   
So David and Jake in the mood,        
Soon found they were all out of lube,    
Jake using the schmaltz,  
 Soon cried, “oy gewaldt!        
Your ass tastes like Yiddishe* food!”        
       
How Jimmy made young Sally hot        
With longing to see what he’d got,  
She took him to bed,        
used both hands and head,        
But longing for Sally Jim’s not.        
       
How Mary loved all water sport,        
Mike soaked her with every retort,
Though hot from his spray,      
 can't go all the way,        
His boat is too big for her port.        
       
A dirty young lady named Sue        
Was having it off in the loo.        
She put him on top,        
 So nothing could stop        
Her having a shit and a screw.        
       
*three syllables (Yid-di-sha) which is Yiddish for "Yiddish."


MadameLavender
Guardian of Shadows
United States 86awards
Joined 17th Feb 2013
Forum Posts: 5594

Estate Sale Barn

(NaPo #12,  April 12, 2018)

High hopes, I have for
a treasure laden pick in their barn,
the taunting one on Craig’s List,
the one they keep moving the date on
because

“It’s too cold!”

Suck it up, pansies—it’s New England.
It’s snowed in June, at times.

Pick a date, and
BE DONE WITH IT!

There’s loot in your advertisement pictures
that I want.

Aggravating….

Unless….
they really don’t want to sell…
Unless…
it breaks their hearts to dismantle
generations worth of possessions
and memories.

Maybe they don’t want to trade it for
money…
and tears get shed with each photo
they post….

“Grab it before it’s gone!
It’s fleeting!
It’s mine!
I can’t let it go…”

You must let it go.
We all must, at times.
It’s how something new, begins
and I have cash
and love in my heart
for things that withstand time.

Open the barn door….

samael
Zaroff poetry
Dangerous Mind
United States 8awards
Joined 3rd Aug 2017
Forum Posts: 69

12/30

"Today's #2,because #1 would not of worked out well anyways"



I'm at total war with myself and losing far more than i care to remember.
i need to touch strangling smog of bigger city streets,
breathe busted concrete potholes,
sinking sidewalks where the drunks sit and ask for beer money.

paper box coupons for pizza places
and smell the streets choke the life out of me.
soak in my neon eclipse surroundings;
a long past dead sponge waiting to be tossed to terrible fates.

spend days locked up in a back bedroom,
writing possessions on the walls plain East of the Dead sea.
painting murals with a pen sent to me from Amsterdam of destruction,
and plagues.
i need to be openly confusing and awkward.

a made up play taking the world by storm, act one scene four,
and ACTION!
reciting out loud insecurities and objections to myself
until someone else sees what i sawed in half.

my nightmares mock me and fade before i can remember them when i wake.
climbing mountains to clarify crumbling ideas
and fantasies that would never come to fruition.
maybe i need to isolate myself,
kill this parasite in me;picking ideas apart.
John Carpenter had the right idea with "The Thing".

these possessions have owned their owner far too long,
tamed like a circus bear.
we need decent open violence to live free,
beer bottles flying overhead in dive bars,
cussing truths so patrons five booths down can whisper about you.

bump shoulders of people with style,
striking poses to pull in the eyes off future lovers.
i want strange people,
striking new conversation to reinvent myself;
yet comfortable enough to pass truths as table card poker.

i don't know how to play poker,
i'm just there for the smoke
and shoot you in the gut looks.
i'd carve my own gravestone if i had not already choose to be cremated.

Japan you mock me as a jailhouse bird,
Germany jerks me around.
the Netherlands i strait up lied to,
Russia you spin me right round baby right round.

even if i were a bowl of cheerios that doesn't give you the right to piss in it,
unless you buy me dinner first.



https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ym6DU9Nzh1s

Viddax
Lord Viddax
Guardian of Shadows
United Kingdom 31awards
Joined 10th Oct 2009
Forum Posts: 6672

12.

Verbum Vult


With lyric and verse do we battle
for in thy word is the glory
and all of language is thy kingdom.
For our lexicography is just and righteous
as our suit for quarrel.
Our writers-at-arms are marshalled
and our mighty poets shall sally forth
upon rhymes to make the heavens weep.
I, as a lord of this realm salute thee
but shall strike thee down,
in thy impertinent disposition
and for the slander and misuse
or our blessed speech
that has been besmirched by plagiarism
so false and dishonest
of the true anointed authorship.
Thou shalt never infringe
upon the domain we hold dear
never again to darken our portal
with degenerate heretical aberrations.
Beneath the eye shall we fight
as our cause is just
for ours is the favour of the lady,
the Divine Webmistress,
that is too glorious
for ye heathens imitators.
The lists and the annals
shall speak of our strength
whilst ye shall be consigned
to the dust of history
and barren wastelands of thought.
With incisive words as swords
reams of lines as sharp spears
and authorship for shields
we do attack and destroy thee
to eradicate from sight, from mind
the barbaric plague of plagiarism.
Glory unto the words!

(Unique words: 124.)

ImperfectedStone
The Gardener
Tyrant of Words
United Kingdom 28awards
Joined 10th Oct 2010
Forum Posts: 1347




12.30 UW:77
Cornflower

She opened her eyes today,
deep, surrounded by frilled lashes and I stopped, swooned at her beauty,
felt the warmth of Spring joy.
I sat on the swing, full from lunch, grateful for the lack of breeze, for the sunshine
and the cloud-less sky.

My daughter played
with a barrel of water, pulling out the deadheads
from their drowning pool and laughing like a manic
with hyperthermic glee.
These moments are soft
on the stressed bits in the head.

It was a quiet day full of quiet bliss and quiet play washed its waves of calm over me until I had calm going spare.



David_Macleod
14397816
Tyrant of Words
United Kingdom 39awards
Joined 5th Nov 2014
Forum Posts: 2983

Being Economical With The Truth - The Fast And The Loose - - (11 / 30)

There are people who fib
There are folks who tell little white lies
There are those who are untrue
There are liars
There are the fast and loose
Then there are fuckin liars
Fuckin liars sat it was an error
They were being economical with the truth
They never said such a thing
They are on your side
You must have misheard
You're the one that's lying
You clearly don't understand the complexities
You are way too stupid
You are a moron
You are a trouble maker
You're just trying to cause a fight
What you said about me was libellous
Shut up
Shut the fuck up
You'll get a slap
He has no idea what you are talking about
I say He because most men are fuckin liars
They
No you can't see my cell phone
No you can't look at my internet history
Trust me
You'll just have to trust me
I would never lie to you
This is the truth
Honest
I love you

People who fib should be pitied as they fib
about things of little or no consequence

Folks who tell little white lies should be
politely corrected with love as their intentions were for the good

Those who are untrue are still saveable but they are now addicts,
The rot has set in and it will be difficult to get them off lying

Liars are the deliberate purveyors of hurtful lies; they do not care about
the damage they cause and will happily  tell multiple lies to gain sex or
advantage; give them One shot, one lie then kick them to the kerb

The fast and loose are the cowboys of the world of the untrue,
They lie about everything mainly to boost their ego, they are too
Stupid to know the difference: Put them on instant ignore

Then there are fuckin liars or to use their correct technical name "Cunts"
These animals are way too plentiful and extermination is the only possible
Solution; they cannot be converted to truth telling, they'd rather die and die
You should, never open up to their insane take on the world and what it owes them
Them. Never trust them or believe them they will hurt you badly that is all they live
For the demise or destruction of others without mercy. Proud about the damage
Tears and pain they cause; the smile as they kill brigade, fully paid up members

I know what you are thinking - How do I spot a fuckin liar?
Well if you see a man's lips move chances are he's s liar
But maybe not quite a fuckin liar, There is little or no
Equality in anything and most fuckin liars are sadly men
Certain careers tend to attract fuckin liars in their droves
Politics, The Law, Fast Food Managers, Real Estate, Chefs
Policemen, Retail Sales, Car Sales, Sales Reps', Any Sales,
Self employed Plumbers, Roofers, Electricians and builders
The life of Celerity and fame attracts them like bacon sandwiches
Donald Trump, Hilary Clinton, Martin Luther King, Ghandi,
Mother Theresa, Mel Gibson, Robert De Niro,  Roman Polanski
Mike Tyson, Sir Jimmy Saville, Sir Cliff Richard, Meryl Streep,
The cast of Glee and the cast of any and all musical theatre
Trust no one
Test everyone
Lay traps
Be sure before trusting
Give everyone one or two chances
But no more than two
With the exception of fuckin liars
They only get one chance
One lie only
Then ditch the bitch (boy)
No way back for them
I am glad I always tell the truth
I never lie; honest
You can trust me



rosegold
Thought Provoker
United States 3awards
Joined 12th July 2017
Forum Posts: 58

6/30

Don't Hate Me

call me a little bitch
I don't care
tell me I'm a pain in your ass
remind me how difficult I am
say I'm a huge mistake
go ahead and
point out all my impurities

don't worry, I won't
refute your attacks, I won't
argue or fight back, I'll even
apologize if you want me to

you just say what you need to, I'll
submit to your rage – don't hesitate
slap my face with your stinging words

you don't notice my tears
you're asleep, oblivious
to my trembling body and mind

I convince myself that maybe
you would be more gentle
if you knew how much
you affected me
but I'm scared to prove myself
wrong, or find out that you're
right about me

so go ahead and add more
blame to my shoulders
I'll be fine
you don't have to understand
as long as you don't hate me

it hurts
knowing what you think
seeing myself through your angry lens
but I'll survive
as long as, in the end
I know you don't hate me
please
just don't hate me

---------------------------

7/30

Lost in Paint

tuesdays
jeans and old t-shirt days
the studio's waiting
eat breakfast on the way
it's 9am
don't be late!

canvases line the wall
happy place
choose an easel
get out the paints

music up
set the pace
mix worlds of color
express and escape

forget about life
stress drifts away
you've been waiting all week
for a chance to create

absorbed in the process
laying beauty on a clean slate
one tuesday at a time
finding yourself lost in paint


poetryaccident
Poetry Accident
Dangerous Mind
United States 15awards
Joined 30th Oct 2016
Forum Posts: 193

12/30

Hydrophobia

Listen my friends that have been bit
or merely scratched by suspect ones
vectored beasts that may carry
hydrophobia of dire consequence
the furry friends are a threat
the pain of rabies is too real
address it now or be doomed
it's not a joke cause then you'll die

the lagomorphs are immune
these are the hares and small rodents
you're not of this ilk so contend
with the shots that medicate
immunoglobulin will be first
then four doses of vaccine's prick
across two weeks the pain will press
around the wound or in deep muscle

if this path is not followed
as the sickness takes its toil
the last chance to fight the scourge
named after the town of beer
a quick coma then lots of drugs
it's not effective and dangerous
not recommended by authorities
don't put yourself in this place

so please bend to doctor's care
get your shots in quick recourse
the alternative is quite bad
paralysis and mortality
you're my friends I'd like to keep
alive and walking straight upright
get your shots even if you feel
like you'll die as you heal.

Ahavati
Tyrant of Words
United States 116awards
Joined 11th Apr 2015
Forum Posts: 14271

Anatomy of Loss

VI

.ii

What can be added unto
a full life lest it overflow
Or, that which is stagnant
to anything new

Every day is different
yet the sun rises unchanged

Despite weather
the lunar push and pull remains

Holding on suffocates experience
draws breath from hope's lungs
until an emphysemic collapse
imminently courts Death

Ask of your heart drum, now

Surrender, that I may follow
the beat of my own Life
and not walk this path again

For what can enter
that which is closed
least of all Love

Silence begs it remember
its own secret of Loss:

Fear is venomous to release;
Perdition its only antidote

. . .

12/30



For my J, with Love 💜

Thetravelingfairy
Fire of Insight
United States 14awards
Joined 12th July 2017
Forum Posts: 252

12/30

Fear the Poet


I picked up my pen
and fire spewed from the ink
a faint roar from below
Out of the bosom of hell
from my pen, inked in fire

take heed in my words
there is power in poetry
most use guns
I use words
jumping off the page, I am truly alive

don’t believe me, you say?
tell me, are you brave?
you use weapons
I laugh at your ignorance
you are illiterate

do not fear a man with a blade
or a woman with her dagger
but fear a poet with a pen
and a smile that screams “run!”

rowantree
Thought Provoker
United States 7awards
Joined 5th Aug 2015
Forum Posts: 217

12/30

Lake Charles Memorial Swing (song lyrics)

I was born on a pretty little downtown street
Tellin' my story, makin Lake Charles Memorial swing
Doctor said, "We ain't got no vaccine;
this baby's gonna catch the jazz by age 18!"

-

Upright sunshine pluckin' the old oak trees;
I heard the summertime tappin' out a rhythm on the evening breeze
The songbirds stacked some brass on top of that beat -
I's wailin' at the doctor, Louisiana makin' me sing:

I was born for New Or...
...leans, and she was meant for me!
I was born for Loui...
...siana and
she was meant for me!

-

From the top of that boot, all the way down to the sole
Every city in it sang a ditty that would follow me home!
Every little bit of rhythm on the west of the Pontchartrain
visited the hospital on the fifteenth day of May.

I was born for New Or...
...leans, and she was meant for me!
I was born for Loui...
...siana and
she was meant for me!

RevolutionAL
Alistair Plint
Dangerous Mind
South Africa 29awards
Joined 24th July 2012
Forum Posts: 1257



Lingering In Eternity



Spread accross the
brown
leather
three seater couch
The Whiskey
is nestled
on the floor;
reading, in this
rather intriguing
book

Glance up at the newly
installed
Steam Punk
light fitting
Enjoying the creativity
born from
black
steel
rope
pipe
wire
and light

It's universal really
the moments
of complete
freedom,
quietly
left alone
at home

There is a rather
fundamental
difference
between
being alone
and lonely

Somehow when a
mind
learns
it's own content
happiness
The outside is a lonely
place
With it's plastic smiles
Mannequin outfits
and
Holywood dogma

They say
it's hard to be loved
when you've
been
single
a long time

We all know that's only true
if the lover
is a control freak
who finds
the self reliant
offensive
[Who needs more of that]

Frankly
I'm not giving up my book
- couch
- whiskey
or the flutters of creativity
I splatter through my
home
and life

Neither should you
You've been labled
The Goddess
because see
you live your own life
celebrating
independence
and bake
when
necessary

These my darling
are the qualities
of self dicipline
self reliance
life living
that

I

LOVE

unconditionally

So crawl next to me
on this
old couch
[pour what you feel like]
and bring
your own
mental creativity
and gymnastics

We'll
hold hands
through it
to
the other side


-x-

Entry 13
Letters to Society, God
& The Goddess
GloPoWriMo 2018
Posted April 13th

RevolutionAL
Alistair Plint
Dangerous Mind
South Africa 29awards
Joined 24th July 2012
Forum Posts: 1257

She Won't Love You

"You
You know I Love you
don't you?"

This woman says things
in such a way
that I feel
like
I'm giving my soul;
by simply replying
so obviously, I said

"I know that!"

Well, if she didn't prove
her position
as Goddess
when she
put the red
in her eyes
and the twinkle
in her voice
with the sly quirk

"Good! Because tomorrow
I'm going to
Fuck you
like I don't"

My heart stopped!
Breathing
wasn't
really an option

The words from
my mouth
seemed so
arbitrary
as they spilled
out a rather
by the by

"I love you"

Had to hit myself
twice on the head
as I tried to reconcile
why my
come back
was so...
fifth grade

So I'm certainly
not using the excuse
"I need to write
a poem
when her
panties
hit the ceiling fan!"

I'm buying time
like a man
with a woman
whose on a mission
and frankly;
you can have
an extra poem
now

Just incase
the damn ticker
doesn't handle
the doctor's
dosage
I am after all
just the dirty
old man
slut
signed up
for the lesson
curriculum


Entry 14
Letters to Society, God
& The Goddess
GloPoWriMo 2018
posted April 13th
For April 14th
(I'll be away this day)



-x-

poet Anonymous

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