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Academic
Poem Published
Today 11:39am
Today 11:39am
You're simply taking the piss, Charles Windsor!
By Stanley Collymore
Don't get me wrong mate; in your evidently deeply inured and quite delusional, most thoroughly risible and discernibly feudal mindset you're perfect, from my obviously normally indifferent perspective, rather idiotically in your birthright but commonsensically to any intelligent and functioning mind essentially defunct, unelected Head of the British State position, simply entitled to obviously award whatever preferential and equally nepotistic gongs you care to, attendant with their daft, Disney-esque uniforms and likewise pathetic medals, to whomsoever you...
Don't get me wrong mate; in your evidently deeply inured and quite delusional, most thoroughly risible and discernibly feudal mindset you're perfect, from my obviously normally indifferent perspective, rather idiotically in your birthright but commonsensically to any intelligent and functioning mind essentially defunct, unelected Head of the British State position, simply entitled to obviously award whatever preferential and equally nepotistic gongs you care to, attendant with their daft, Disney-esque uniforms and likewise pathetic medals, to whomsoever you...
#dark
#denial
#emptiness
#greed
#hate
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Casted_Runes
Mr Karswell
Mr Karswell
Poem Published
Today 11:06am
Today 11:06am
some grand edifice
you can say so much with so little,
like how the trendy block of flats
beyond my office window looks
like some grand edifice from another culture,
packed with mystics and their slaves;
the green, red foliage and cotton clouds
clustered near its roof, midday in brightest spring,
the last romantic touch
and I observing it from
a pond of monitors, desks, and phones
like how the trendy block of flats
beyond my office window looks
like some grand edifice from another culture,
packed with mystics and their slaves;
the green, red foliage and cotton clouds
clustered near its roof, midday in brightest spring,
the last romantic touch
and I observing it from
a pond of monitors, desks, and phones
#dreams
16 reads
1 Comment
Isgyppie_
Poem Published
Today 8:59am
Today 8:59am
I am afraid of what my Husband has become
He has drained all of my resources
And makes me work day to night
I can’t escape because the money
He takes funds a genocide
He has control over my body
And what I may not do
He poisons my food and water
And feeds me prescriptions until I’m blue
He sent our child to school
Knowing the teacher is armed and loaded
There is no place to go where
His morality hasn’t folded
He’ll silence me completely
If I do not stand up now
America is our abuser
And our time to rise...
And makes me work day to night
I can’t escape because the money
He takes funds a genocide
He has control over my body
And what I may not do
He poisons my food and water
And feeds me prescriptions until I’m blue
He sent our child to school
Knowing the teacher is armed and loaded
There is no place to go where
His morality hasn’t folded
He’ll silence me completely
If I do not stand up now
America is our abuser
And our time to rise...
#America
#NaPoWriMo2024
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Abracadabra
Poem Published
Today 8:17am
Today 8:17am
Fartificial Intelligence
Kids today don't know they're born. We had to work our fingers to the bone six days a week just to put a crust on the table. We never had Netflix or TockTick influencers giving us the low down on what colour knickers to wear.
There was just one channel on TV and it finished for the night when you'd stood up for the national anthem at 11 o'clock sharp.
There was no ketamine and all night raves in car parks, only rich people had cars. The phone was a smelly red box at the end of the street that swallowed your sixpences and pennies if you couldn't reverse the charges, not something you...
There was just one channel on TV and it finished for the night when you'd stood up for the national anthem at 11 o'clock sharp.
There was no ketamine and all night raves in car parks, only rich people had cars. The phone was a smelly red box at the end of the street that swallowed your sixpences and pennies if you couldn't reverse the charges, not something you...
#unicorns
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buddhakitty
Poem Published
Today 3:39am
Today 3:39am
black and blue
like the conductor of
a train moving backwards
the unsure movement
of words in your mouth
the blind eye of a needle
the moon hanging from
the noose of the night
sky
the eloquence of a cat
napping on a winters
day
the gift of not sharing
with others what is
rightfully yours
the knowledge that the
war to end all wars was
only the prelude to a
greater war
walking sullenly through
pasture trying not to
step in cow shit
ignoring the sun ...
a train moving backwards
the unsure movement
of words in your mouth
the blind eye of a needle
the moon hanging from
the noose of the night
sky
the eloquence of a cat
napping on a winters
day
the gift of not sharing
with others what is
rightfully yours
the knowledge that the
war to end all wars was
only the prelude to a
greater war
walking sullenly through
pasture trying not to
step in cow shit
ignoring the sun ...
#vulnerability
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Carnegia
Poem Published
Today 1:33am
Today 1:33am
Time
What is time?
In reality…time is just an illusion…our conscious construct of irreversible entropy.
You can’t see it.
You can’t hear it.
You can’t taste it.
You can’t smell it.
You can’t feel it.
It has no beginning & It has no end.
It is not matter. Yet…it does matter.
We define it - Past - Present - Future.
We measure it - In eons and with quantum clocks accurate to...
In reality…time is just an illusion…our conscious construct of irreversible entropy.
You can’t see it.
You can’t hear it.
You can’t taste it.
You can’t smell it.
You can’t feel it.
It has no beginning & It has no end.
It is not matter. Yet…it does matter.
We define it - Past - Present - Future.
We measure it - In eons and with quantum clocks accurate to...
#universe
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1 Comment
PoemStranger
Poem Published
Today 1:08am
Today 1:08am
World’s most unappetizing Restaurants - Lick A Chick
#erotic
#lust
#orgasm
#seductive
#temptation
6 reads
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Academic
Poem Published
Yesterday 11:03pm
Yesterday 11:03pm
Kate Middleton's porno friend Emma Sayle!
By Stanley Collymore
Emma Sayle and Kate Middleton
both attended the same private
school and were close friends
there; a friendship that carried on after
they left school and intensified in their
adult relationship. Kate ultimately did
marry William, and Emma undeniably
also married and began a still clearly
ongoingly to this day, a very lucrative
pornography business, that naturally
specializes in running orgies, for the
Middle Classes, and that ilk who are
themselves, rather crucially married.
Kate is...
Emma Sayle and Kate Middleton
both attended the same private
school and were close friends
there; a friendship that carried on after
they left school and intensified in their
adult relationship. Kate ultimately did
marry William, and Emma undeniably
also married and began a still clearly
ongoingly to this day, a very lucrative
pornography business, that naturally
specializes in running orgies, for the
Middle Classes, and that ilk who are
themselves, rather crucially married.
Kate is...
#dark
#denial
#emptiness
#greed
#shame
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PoemStranger
Poem Published
Yesterday 8:33pm
Yesterday 8:33pm
Cabbages and Condoms, one of the World’s Worst Sounding Restaurants.
#alcohol
#food
7 reads
2 Comments
PoetSpeak
Poem Published
Yesterday 5:48pm
Yesterday 5:48pm
Art, Decay, Seeing in Perspective
I ride subways often
Most stations are acceptable
Then there’s the L Train
Union Square
14th Street
Crimes against cleanliness
Old tile walls
They will never be repaired
Disgraceful
Yet …
There’s beauty too
A wall so tired and beyond salvation
An artist like myself captures it
Presents it for your viewing pleasure
Most stations are acceptable
Then there’s the L Train
Union Square
14th Street
Crimes against cleanliness
Old tile walls
They will never be repaired
Disgraceful
Yet …
There’s beauty too
A wall so tired and beyond salvation
An artist like myself captures it
Presents it for your viewing pleasure
#art
#philosophical
51 reads
12 Comments
Academic
Poem Published
Yesterday 5:42pm
Yesterday 5:42pm
Why are so many British people, and mainly whites, in such a pathetic state of denial?
By Stanley Collymore
If you're going to bullshit people
William at least be original in
your actions. This photo of
Louis, allegedly currently taken on his
6th birthday, was distinctly shown on
Good Morning America: distinctively
on the 24 April 2022 - obviously two
years ago - so, it's rather discernibly
literally not a current, or even a very
recent birthday photo really, simply.
But what the heck, you know those
sycophantically kissing, your really
over privileged ass based stupidly
on achievements...
If you're going to bullshit people
William at least be original in
your actions. This photo of
Louis, allegedly currently taken on his
6th birthday, was distinctly shown on
Good Morning America: distinctively
on the 24 April 2022 - obviously two
years ago - so, it's rather discernibly
literally not a current, or even a very
recent birthday photo really, simply.
But what the heck, you know those
sycophantically kissing, your really
over privileged ass based stupidly
on achievements...
#dark
#denial
#emptiness
#greed
#jealousy
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_feral
Poem Published
Yesterday 2:04pm
Yesterday 2:04pm
LHR in three parts
i.
She waits on
the leather chair
eager to be seen
for her appointment
she carefully booked,
counted her doubloons
the night before before
because you can
never earn enough
for gender-affirming
healthcare treatment
let alone trying to
get any funding for it,
fifty pound funding
won't get you a doll
very far in her world
it doesn't even
cover one session
of lazer hair removal
she asks me
if I will go in with her,
I accept...
She waits on
the leather chair
eager to be seen
for her appointment
she carefully booked,
counted her doubloons
the night before before
because you can
never earn enough
for gender-affirming
healthcare treatment
let alone trying to
get any funding for it,
fifty pound funding
won't get you a doll
very far in her world
it doesn't even
cover one session
of lazer hair removal
she asks me
if I will go in with her,
I accept...
#LGBT
#StreamOfConsciousness
#transgender
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1 Comment
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