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the site is a domain
of inaction
not giving a *******
a lifetime ban
instead it's using
the soft option
of account suspension

the law says
that online child
violation
and
exploitation
are criminal acts

and to think the poet forum
has allowed
a
*******
in
so he can procure
young ones
for his
carnal sin

it could be said
that the site
is
complicit
by
association

other sites wouldn't
be a-party
to such
a
perverse
crime
on a pesky breeze
on a pesky breeze
the trolls drifted in
the trolls drifted in
in the pesky trolls
drifted on a breeze

an annoying bunch they were
an annoying bunch they were
all did resoundingly say
all did resoundingly say
resoundingly they were annoying
did say an all bunch

their bane was such a blight
their bane was such a blight
in the community
in the community
a community was in blight
their bane was such

the bane was such a blight
an annoying bunch they were
in the community
on a pesky breeze
all did resoundingly say
the trolls drifted in
with the cost of petrol being so dear
one is forced to drive in low gear
the engine cannot be at full throttle
as it will use more than a seven pint bottle

replenishing the petrol tank is a scourge
and from our wallets it does vengefully purge
it is quite frightening receiving those petrol dockets
for they leave a humongous hole in our pockets

soon everyone will be walking or riding a bike
they'll not be able to take the petrol price hikes
each week we're at the mercy of the oil giants
they are making a lot of dough from their clients

they've got us over a barrel pardon the pun
and we're running scared of their pistol packing petrol gun
public transport is the best option for us to take
at least that will not of our dollars forsake

petrol prices are of the most dire concern
and I can foresee our hard earned pennies set to burn
pets are hours of fun, feathered finned and furry ones
pets are hours of fun, feathered finned and furry ones
their antics do amuse, owners love them to bits
their antics do amuse, owners love them to bits
owners love them to bits, feathered finned and furry ones
their antics do amuse, pets are hours of fun

**** playing with a skein of wool, Rufus chasing his tail
**** playing with a skein of wool, Rufus chasing his tail
their capers never fail to get a laugh, what a show he puts on
their capers never fail to get a laugh, what a show he puts on
what a show he puts on, Rufus chasing his tail
**** playing with a skein of wool, their capers never fail to get a laugh

behind the air filter goldfish dart, such a jovial spectacle
behind the air filter goldfish dart, such a jovial spectacle
budgerigar hop scotching on her perch, they're natural born entertainers
budgerigar hop scotching on her perch, they're natural born entertainers
budgerigar hop scotching on her perch, behind the air filter goldfish dart
such a jovial spectacle, they're natural born entertainers

they're natural born entertainers, feathered finned and furry ones
their antics do amuse, pets are hours of fun
budgerigar hop scotching on her perch, **** playing with a skein of wool
behind the air filter goldfish dart, Rufus chasing his tail
such a jovial spectacle, what a show they put on
their antics never fail to get a laugh, owners love them to bits
Pfizer's share price has quite
literally gone through the
roof
as investors are cashing in
on the dividend's
proof

no doubt there's plenty of
money on
offer
when Pfizer sells more and more
vaccines for its
coffer

to bring the profit margin
a helpful
elevation
Pfizer says we'll need a third jab
in each
population
  
there's been a boom
on the stock market
floor
since Pfizer has rolled vials
out the warehouse
door
the Egyptians of ancient times
worked in the sun for few dimes

they slavishly carted square blocks
to ***** temples and pyramid docks  

as the sun streamed down
upon their heads
the workers in stone
wanted their sun god dead

they offered orisons
to Ra telling him he'd gone too far
by sending forth an over abundance
of hot solar bars

so the laborers of ancient Egypt
took refuge from Ra's heat
in the pharaoh's cool crypt
from the pile of ashes
the figure arose
in a Phoenix
like pose

his wings were blackened
by the fire's torch
the feathers bore the marks
of an inferno's scorch

forever he'd wear
the burn's scarring
as a reminder
of his marring

from the pile of ashes
the figure arose
in a Phoenix
like pose

on spread wings
in the heavens
he again soars
ascending above
the flame's
raging roars

his being flying free
a mythical flight
rising to cast off
the searing's blight

from the pile of ashes
the figure arose
in a Phoenix
like pose
to-day our region
was bathed in autumn sunshine
perfect blue skies presided
as a view so divine

the countryside wore
a most fetching gleam
lustre did reflect on
the river's narrow stream

our bush landscape
exhibiting her very best
the gold and azure tones
so beautiful of request

the New England's district
gorgeous of home-yard
she surely sparkled
like a picture postcard
the oldest profession
doth bring much needed funds
housewives and mothers walking the streets
to supplement the household income
Mrs Jones is plying her female wares
in a motel suite somewhere
those extra dollars
shall pay the education fees
for her daughter Claire
as day to day living
isn't cheap
mothers and wives working the pavement
at any given time
the money they receive is a bonus
a nice little earner
a few bucks can be most helpful  
as the family budget oft sinks in a well
these women don't haggle
with their clients too much
they give them what they want
and in return get what they need
a dime is a dime
it can be so useful
when the fortnightly paycheck
is so skint
the ladies of the night
aren't always in the game for the purposes of romping
they're lying on their backs
to fill the hole
in the domestic
piggy bank
the old timers in Virgina
couldn't cross that steep ravine
so they designed a span
to bridge the ravine

the spruce timbers which grew
on either side of the ravine's face
made it difficult for the workers
to put the girders into place

over a period of years they
constructed a fine steel span
which was akin to
a rainbow's open fan

the territory could then
be traversed from side to side
the ravine's sheer cutting
wouldn't hamper the old timer's stride

these days in Virgina
in that precipitous gorge country
folks can see their forebears  
bridge building ingenuity

the dream of a ravine crossing
came into view
as the pioneer's rainbow wish
did come true
Per: Robert Thompson's photo prompt.
something twas awry with the piper's flute
a most inconsistent rhyme it did oft play
twas very much like an out of tune lute

he thought his flute twas cleverly cute
but a listener did detect its disarray
something was awry with the piper's flute

of the tune's sound the listener did mute
as it bought to the ear such dismay
he thought his flute twas cleverly cute

those discordant notes you can refute  
they've a rather off putting sort of splay
something twas awry with the piper's flute

at all times hearing must be acute
for the bearer of the instrument may stray
he thought his flute twas cleverly cute

whence tones don't uniformly salute
there's a cacophony in the aural bay
something twas awry with the piper's flute
twas very much like an out of tune lute
*******
*******
*******
the sky is *******
******* here
in all the pots of beer
this *******
is really quite queer

*******
*******
*******
the sky is *******
******* on the verandah chairs
******* everywhere
******* without a care

*******
*******
*******
the sky is *******
******* up and down town
******* all around
even in the dog pound

*******
*******
*******
what's that you spray?
I mean say
the sky is *******
yeah! the sky is *******

*******
*******
*******
the sky is *******
it swamped all the Englishmen
and drowned Big Ben
Pit
Pit
I'm ****** if I know
what one has to write
to get a poem to trend
at the Hello Poetry site

as I'm a poet who writes
dregs and paltry ****
that maybe why my poems
get chucked in the pit
night's darkened mantle
respendently adorned
in stellar sparkles

tis like looking at
encrusted diamond jewels
on pitch black velvet
His arrow of ecstasy strikes thine heart
Bathed in this state of euphoric love
Apportioned to they every core part
He immerses me my dashing darling dove
We shall not fly from this nest so sure
But gather even more tightly together
These days will remain with most splendid score
No clouds grey can blight out fruitful weather
He has the fullness of wonder to yield
This he shall impart to me every night
So thine be bursting with flourishing field
There be adoration to carry delight
Supreme the delivery of his sweet dart
This he fires to the pith of thine heart
upon a tiny pin
the brain does finely balance
much like a see saw

will it at some stage
lose the evenness of keel
to crash in a pile

with great interest
we'll watch the tetter totter
on it's slight pivot
the beings who float around in outer space
will never come to reside in this place
they've observed our warring ways
and from them they wish to stay away

they seek a residency of peacefulness
not a planet of ugliness and cruelness
their craft keep whizzing past here
our planet so wet with so many tears

their way of life is founded on harmony
they are beings who live for amiability
our weaponry makes them ever so sad
as they know that it is so very bad

they're ever watching us killing each other
and they'd never do this to their brothers
they believe in the power of dialogue
not of conflict and deathly catalogues

so fear not Earthlings about space beings
they're steering well clear of all human beings
war fare shall not assail us from space
the beings from space are a placid race
I've married the ideas of war and space beings together and came up with this piece.
the beings who float around in outer space
will never come to reside in this place
they've observed our warring ways
and from them they wish to stay away

they seek a residency of peacefulness
not a planet of ugliness and cruelness
their craft keep whizzing past here
our planet is so wet with so many tears

their way of life is founded on harmony
they are beings who live for amiability
our weaponry would make them so so sad
as they know that they are so very bad

they are ever watching us killing each other
and they'd never do this to their brothers
they believe in the power of dialogue
not of conflict and deadly catalogues

so fear not earthlings about space beings
they are steering clear of all human beings
war fare shall not assail us from space
the beings from space are a placid race
planes
planes
planes
rows and rows
of planes
never again to fly
up in the sky's terrains

planes
planes
planes
rows and rows
of planes
sent to the Mojave Desert's
dry weather vanes

planes
planes
planes
rows and rows
of planes
parked forever out of
the corosive rains

planes
planes
planes
rows and rows
of planes
lie idle within their
grounded lanes
I've used the poetic device of repetition in the piece.
something shall touch us
and it shall touch deep
in the sensation of touch
emotions shall freely seep

being touched by love
a never forgotten tingle
wherein our hearts
feel a poignant jingle

Plato's quote still
bears relevance to-day
on the way love's receipt
does in us play

oh poets shall touch
the inner core with
a repository of the
wordsmith's lore
she stood naked neath the cascading waterfall
a bush walker espied her from the track
he was enthralled by her pert *******
they almost were saying we need caressing
he made him self known to her
by saying isn't it a lovely day
she replied it certainly is
why not join me in the waterfall's spray
he disrobed on a bolder rock
and swam to where she stood
then they imbibed
in some physical interplay
the atmosphere
they created neath the waterfall
was truly pleasurable
she sang a song on that spring day
twas bright and gay
her strains mirthful
were so joyful

her tune of delight did resound
o'er the playground
her jovial song
loud and so strong

those who heard her shining singing
found it thrilling
twas a treasure
that bought pleasure
Twas a very clever ruse he did devise    
To appear in two separate outfits
But he didn't count on my astute eye's wits
I'd fast detected his not so smart guise
On a weekly basis he plays his trick
Bobbing up as Jim then as Mister Loy
One has caught well onto his crafty ploy
He's thinking that I'm of a mind quite thick
How one so delights in his duality
Ever doth it bring a smile to thine face
These facades so different in kind
He is of a binary personality
I'm so well acquainted with his grand trace
Of his wee artifice one is not blind
how does one obtain a ticket
into the select coterie
it seems one must fill the pocket
with copious amounts of ***

but some have not
a ******* preference
nor are they must interested
in displaying
a fawning deference

the pocket *******
is a daily event
so often one picks up
a whiff of its scent

one was given a heads up
about the pocket ******* crew
one well heeded
the words of Sean Drew

he said be mindful
of those sycophants
they'll be ******* around
one another like flattering ants
where have you been all of my life
I was looking in the wrong place
you've been hanging out at Hello Poetry
do you think we could start dating online

though we'll have no close contact
our verses shall keep us in contact
did I tell you I think you are fab
one day we might smooch in a cab  

twill send you another email
declaring my manifold joy
that I have discovered you
my handsome Texas boy
he espied our poems
on the internet
so fetching they'd look
in his pilfering net

without so much
as a by your leave
that thief did stow them
up his ****** sleeve

he twas like an incessant
plaguing parasite
taking those fab writes
which did so invite

none of them were
his intellectual property
they'd been nicked
with much impropriety

he got his fingers
caught in the honeypot
making off with works
which were not of his own slot

such brashness he did exhibit
for all to see
pretending that the pieces
were of his tree

he shall be recalled
for the loot that he took
of this deed he should be
bought to book

no person with a conscience
would ever steal
what isn't rightfully theirs
in its creative deal
#plagiarism  #thief  #creative
SBN.
Why do us poets
always let these jerks
who do not even
have an atom
of creativity
decide the value
and level
of our creativity?

ES.

Given that us
but meek poetic folk
have a humbleness
to our line of yolk
we permit these ignorant jerks
a liberal latitude
to openly express
their aimless platitudes

SBN.

Why do us poets
fall for the trends
and applause
it occasionally brings
knowing full well
it is all merely ephemeral
and what is permanent
is our depression so dismal?

ES.

We are cajoled
by the transient ovation
which resounds with much
brevity in its adulation
thence follows our
despondency of wretchedness
that descends into
a despairing grimness

SBN.

When will us poets
ever decide
that we do not care two hoots
for cheap popularity
and that our creations
are too valuable really
for some **** to **** on them
and make and mostly break them?

ES.

Oh for us true poets
to be admired with a fervent zeal
by those jerks who've
not a scrap of poetic appeal
unto us they can
dollop their excrement pile
for we shall surpass them
with our flash penning style

SBN.

So let us take in our hands
our own poetic destiny
lets write on time's shifting sand
and ensure our poetic integrity
dispensing
poetic justice
is a measure of fate
of this punishing toll
chiseled on the grate

how befitting
for a personage
to be on the receiving end
of its age old adage

a reckoning
appropriated
on the stone's memorial
shackled
forever
in a penal testimonial
twill be a sensational
evolution
when he makes his new year's
resolution
he'll be giving up all types of
duplication
that shall no longer be his
vocation

for many a long day
he's been passing off others works  
as his own clay
to falsely claim
that they were all
of his personal tray

yet there is much
suspicion
as to whether he'll show any
contrition
for nicking off with poems not of his own
volition
he's a fellow mired in a questionable
position

with but a few days
till the new year
will be cease stealing
our pieces of gear  

twill be so good to see him
changing his hallmark pilfering
to an original kind
of poetic offering
#plagiarism  #duplicating  #theft
may the world of poets
e'er fill the cosmos
with a multitude
of expressions
in ecstatic chorus
may all readers sing
as they immerse
themselves
in these
awe inspiring
poetic
offerings
thy quill is kept working hard every day
no slacking shall ever be permitted
word after word one places in array
thy many pages are suited and fitted
labor on quill take not a small timeout
much idling will result in nothingness
one furrows the field for the finest sprout
the purpose must be in gaining fullness
slogging till end of day doth come around
putting thy quill to it's maximum toll
a solid outcome shall surely abound
as the evening sun is seen to roll
oh what deserving tidings thy quill brings
toiling at all it's poetic offerings
the poet's quill doth fill the page everyday
with a wordage selection array
readers do thrall in these displays
of images light of ray
so too of shades grey
on any given day
quills work away
to bring forth
poetic
plays
poet Nat
took great exception
to writers
who started poems
with the personal pronoun
I

I was of the belief
that the word I
explained
where the I person
was coming from

given that I is telling
of I's experiences
it's quite legitimate
to use any I

I think poet Nat
hasn't looked into I enough
as his critique
of I has been rather tough

I happen to like
a poem beginning in I...
and at my earliest opportunity
I'll give I a try
P-Proffering words in an artistic way
O-Originality they weave into their compositions
E-Enduring images and feelings they convey
T-Timeless are their fine verbiage renditions
S-Skillful each of the frames they display
drunken stupor
in a sea of turmoil
the soul wrenched
to the point of spoil

ever looking for the answers
in a dram or two
yet none come his world
steeped by the brew

to rise above
the bottle's neck
to be clean
not a train wreck

where to seek refuge
a port beyond the grog's hell
to be again
of mind and soul well

the plimsoll line
that equalizing point
to recover life's direction
without the *****'s anoint

a sea of height
the beating down of alcohol's grip
to make fast
the rudderless ship
recently in a women's magazine*
I read an article
about the Duchess of Cornwall
being most ungracious
toward Princess Mary of Denmark
the Duchess can be a very catty *****
especially when Charles
is eyeing something of more appeal

but Camilla seems to have forgotten
her come hither days
when she was conducting
an affair with the Prince of Wales
under his wife's nose

the protocols in royal circles
have become less civil
and it is about time
she on her high horse
was more convivial

where the crown
and matters of state
are paramount
the Queen should avail
her son's missus
*of a polite dismount
one is slightly bound
a congestion of sorts
nothing is evacuating
from a certain passage
the
act
that
is
done
on
the
toilet
seat
proves to be hard
sufficient amounts of roughage
have not passed
through one's entrails
one cannot excrete
all
possible
treatments
have
been
tested
by one
yet
the
binding
cannot
be
undone
hence the number two
sits unmoved
in one's tail
a feed of grains and fruit
in the morn
shall clear the obstruction
before dusk
to
have
a
poo
poo
is
all
one
wishes
to
do
whilst perusing the New York Times
newspaper online
a job advertisement
took my eye with its catchy line

the company twas seeking persons
with a promotional background
which would be an asset
to the company's profit mound

phone for an application form
on 555 6734965
to fill this vacancy
in which you'll thrive
in a state of decomposition
our flesh shall lie
the frames of our bones
shall remain
as relics
of an ago time
our bones
shall e'er tell
of our lineage's span

on our gravestones
two dates shall be seen
one
of life's commencement
one
of death's perpetual rest
our memories
shall be refreshed
as we read
these post scripts
in cemeteries
Power...  
the power of health bureaucrats  
has never been more
greatly exercised
since the advent of the
pandemic in our
daily lives

Control...
governments have taken
full control
by which they can stop
us from freely partaking
in an outside stroll

Greed...
big phrama being granted
exclusive rights
to sell millions of jabs
world wide  
thereby excluding other
forms of treatment

oh yes
power control and greed
in these recent times
have become
the cardinal creed
Power...

the power of health bureaucrats  
has never been more
greatly exercised
since the advent of the
pandemic in our
daily lives

Control...

governments have taken
full control
by which they can stop
us from freely partaking
in an outside stroll

Greed...

big phrama being granted
exclusive rights
to sell millions of jabs
world wide  
thereby excluding other
forms of treatment

oh yes power control and greed
in these recent times have become
the cardinal creed
he used other human capital
to achieve his own ends
what kind of person would
be involved with these lends

beneath his exterior
a brain-washer lay
exploiting everyone else
to bring him handsome pay

credit in his dodgy account
came at a considerable fee
abusing and misusing
Bob and Mary's kindly spree

they had no understanding
of his predator plan
working them over so he'd
be the number one man
a cucumber sandwich
shouldn't be made ahead of time
as the liquid in the cucumber
will seep through the bread like lime

you'll have a wet hand
when you lift the sandwich off the plate
your palm and fingers
will be in a saturated state

always make cucumber sandwiches
immediately before afternoon tea
as at this juncture of time
the bread will not be so soggy

your afternoon tea guests won't abide
the seepage all over their hands
it will make them feel like
jeering as spectators in a grandstand

the most tempting cucumber sandwiches
are never served wringing wet
they have a dry bread cover
akin to an indoor carpet

to stop this sort of sandwich irrigation
you must follow these preparatory recommendations
a cucumber sandwich
shouldn't be made ahead of time
as the liquid in the cucumber
will seep through the bread like lime

you'll have a wet hand
as you lift the sandwich off the plate
your palm and your fingers
will be in a saturated fate

always make cucumber sandwiches
immediately before afternoon tea
at this juncture of time the bread
will not become so soggy

your afternoon tea guests wont abide
the seepage all over their hands
it will make them feel like
jeering spectators in a grandstand

the most tempting cucumber sandwiches
are never served wringing wet
they have a dry bread covering
akin to an indoor carpet

to stop this sort
of sandwich irrigation
you must follow
these preparatory recommendations
A quirky one...
timber habitats are vanishing, on the Earth's mass
timber habitats are vanishing, on the Earth's mass
bulldozers and axes, lethal their mix
bulldozers and axes, lethal their mix
on the Earth's mass, bulldozers and axes
vanishing timber habitats, lethal their mix

the number one priority, where is the preserving and conserving
the number one priority, where is the preserving and conserving
tree dwelling creatures, served eviction from their homes
tree dwelling creatures, served eviction from their homes
preserving and conserving, tree dwelling creatures homes
from eviction, the number one priority

tree felling goes on unabated, wooded residencies destroyed
tree feeling goes on unabated, wooded residencies destroyed
profits to be ever reaped, satiating the logger's greed
profits to be ever reaped, satiating the logger's greed
unabated the logger's tree felling goes on
satiating greed destroyed, wooded residencies reaped

wood residencies destroyed, on the Earth's mass
served eviction from their homes, tree dwelling creatures
timbered habitats are vanishing, the number one priority
profits to be ever reaped ,bulldozers and axes lethal their mix
tree felling goes on unabated, satiating the logger's greed
where is the preserving and conserving?
There once was a man named President Bill
Who told porkies up on Capitol Hill
He stated that he and Monica didn't do it
But the press knew all about his little habit
Bill and Monica's affair made for good front page fair
his death
shall always be
shrouded in a mystery
was there only one gunman
or did forces dark
employ their plan
the book repository holds
the key
and maybe
who else
had it in for Kennedy
not everyone
was enamored
with the President
and could have staged
his fatal accident
conspiracy theories
have an element of weight
to them
and shouldn't be dismissed
as implausible
who determined
Kennedy's fate
fifty years have elapsed
how quickly time flies
and the question
still remains
on many people's lips
did Oswald act alone
in bring about
the President's early demise
after watching president Biden's
press conference
it didn't instill within many viewers
any great confidence

he rambled on when not paying
close attention to his cheat sheets
and his levels of coherence were  
far from being real treats

the leader of the free world said
he be running for president again
but he'd be showing good sense
if he desisted in this refrain
  
at the ripe old age of seventy
nine    
he would be best to retire from the
political landmine
the power behind the throne
is a position of vast
authority
wherein is found who has
the ultimate
superiority

the liege dictates
ALL
the liege states
ALL

the king or queen
of the realm
not necessarily
at the helm

the crown wouldn't work
without the liege's hand
a hand which is waved
to signify a majesty so grand

being the royal liege
is an appointment
of great prestige
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