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I'm writing this poem to be ignored
like many of you
I enjoy being a poet
of keen irrelevance
A St Certificated……
A cop stood stamping his feet,
the working girl peruses a bar.
A snapshot of Strumpet street,
litter blows but never too far.
I watch, jealous of their ease,
she moves close hands on hips.
Go, he whispers later please,
both smile as she wets her lips.
A special street for this pair,
people here learn to accept.
Strumpet street is more than fair
they also show respect.
Where can I spread my words
To kneed & form to beauty
Where can I find some eyes & minds
To peruse with care, not duty
Where can I find a home
For the longing in my pen
& others with such passion
Writing lonely in each den
Where effort, skill, reflection
Help polish works of heart
I love my Neopoets
Where my writing blooms to art.
I destroy homes, I tear families apart, take your children, and that's just the start,
I'm more costly than diamonds, more precious than gold,
The sorrow I bring is a sight to behold,
If you need me, remember i'm easily found,
I live all around you, in schools and in town,
I live with the rich, I live with the poor,
I live down the street and maybe next door,
I'm made in a lab, not what you think,
I can be made under the kitchen sink.
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the moon's the closest
mankind can hope to get to
staring at the sun
Where is the body of this poem and why I can't email it Somebody please help!
Your country was born in slavery and genocide.
Don’t fret, so was mine; they all were.
We’re like chimpanzees pissing on a tree
To claim our territory for the tribe;
Our ancestors ripped out the hearts
Of their enemies and threw them to the scum.
Stranger, of course you’re a racist-
Don’t bother denying, we all hide it!
Your parents were racists and those before them,
Saying it was the way of things to serve god,
And never trust those not of your blood and tongue,
A different species with their own demons.
Cuckqueen
in a kink clutch
breaking a twisted angel
on the rack of
onward Christian solders
in ecstatic flagellations
for kinky saliva cliterature
with a mouth black window widows bite
in a white lie light
of cruel dark night
while jazz jizz
layonaise spatters
where its soft and hurts good
and fossil wang pussies
drive down the armageddon highway
in a bright burn
with dirty feet on clean sheets
and drooling tongues
lickalotapuss
I laughed in the summer sun
I twirled and danced had fun
There on this high place I knew of life
This was me great fun no strife
Then chill winds did blow
My life source started fading away
Colours were changed each day
Green to gold it was the way
Secrets not told to me
How my life force failed
I would fall and be so alone
This is all you need as one
My life source did let me go
I felt so free then I started to flow
Down from the heavens you see
To touch the earth more to be