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FatherCookie Dec 2024
Here’s where seven people
hung themselves;

The first woman too fat
so she fell first, & fast
to the floor.  

The second too thin,
so struggled as the noose
writhed at her core

A rich man was on the
third knot..

The fourth was
disgustingly poor

The fifth & sixth
were a young couple
Victim to love’s
quarrel  

The seventh that
swung was a bizarre one,
the others saw it too…

On his face wasn’t regret
but a quiet reminiscence of
*** & sweat
FatherCookie Dec 2024
Minister! Minister!
Minister me!
Mister Minister,
Don’t forget about me!
Minister! Minister!
Minister me!
Listen! Listen!
Minister, please!
Minister! Minister!
All I’d like is some,
Munster cheese

oh, and could you also get the demons on
your way out please, thanks
inthewater Dec 2024
i'm innocent!
no virtue spent
on fake affection from a gent

and i won't laugh
at stupid jokes
for vain attention from a bloke

you couldn't pay
for me to lie
for cheap comfort from a guy

but every now
and then, again
my path is crossed by finer men

and if i find
for me to mind
a soul to which my soul can bind

then bound to him
my heart will be,
with my virtue, for him for free

i'll love him so
but here's the thing
it will still cost a wedding ring!
any other words for man, virtue, or characteristics/qualities you would play on?
Nathan A Brock Dec 2024
I like my coffee
The same way I like my men
I don't drink coffee.


© Nathan A. Brock
Repost from my profile on a different site circa 2017. It still makes me chuckle.
Todd Sommerville Dec 2024
I watch her walking away, 
body speaking in a way
 even a deaf man can understand.

My oh my ain't life grand. 

Swish Sway,
Swish Sway,

Her hips are fluent in every language,
And I desire to converse in every tongue.

She smiles back over her shoulder,
 laughter takes a hold of her.

Knowing fully well what she has done.

She blows me a kiss,
 turns down the volume of her hips.

 From a shout to just barely a whisper.

 And I smile because I know, 
even as I watch her go.

 She only makes them talk for me.
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In a faraway place and faraway time
stood square a cabin rotted pine and bramble flue.
Once haven for old crones craven - their skins thin-skinned slivers of brine;
now nary a soot line marked a witches' brew.

In the dark, swirling silver stark and creatures would quiver
held over ***-stew thither, along hymns of damning chanted.
Waggled tongues with an evil glaze would slither,
cursing in eye, toe, and liver the bubbling broth decanted.

Oh a malkin giggled and a paddock piggled;
sniggled in a mirth-marked cauldron's rubble double bubble.
With a whoosh and a swish a bony finger had wiggled,
as papery skin withered the drubble swuddle brubble.

On those blackest of nights, when wolves would fear the moon,
howls held loomed, choked on down the throat of dusk.
Hatred uttered its sleepy breath, pitch-entombed
and justice marooned under a tar most brusque.

Shadows danced incantation
for an occultish creation, oh the devil's bidding be done!
Flamed carnation, neither here nor there god-fearing,
cackling a primrose coronation; the stirring spoon spun!

Death-catcher chimes hung close upon the entry;
a dust since turn of century marred bone;
witches’ wart-encrusted noses crinkled at gentry;
chenille voices sung with celerity a hellish praise: Divinum Occultum.

A little duende ran down the cauldron,
gloom chanting a chant come out with a hurl.
Burnt feet chasing away all ghosts ‘n goblins,
unfurling like whisper from the concoction:

Doom upon all the world.
Some notes on terms and usage:

Flue: Another word for chimney.

Malkin & Paddock: There are quite a few meanings associated with malkin and paddock; however, I use them conjunctively as a slight nod to Shakespeare’s Macbeth, where a malkin and a paddock (cat and toad) were the witches’ animals.

Piggled: Nonsense word I use to mean squirmed.

Sniggled: Eel fishing. The poor toad was dunked into the cauldron.

Rubble double bubble … drubble swuddle brubble: Onomatopoeia for a boiling cauldron, starting out steady and then boiling over.

Brusque: Abrupt or rough. Used alongside tar to create a sense of wrongness as tar is slow and sticky.

Gentry: people of high social class.

Celerity: Swiftness.

Divinum Occultum: Latin for “The Divine Secret”. A perverse take on Divinum Officium, “The Divine Duty”, or the official set of prayers used in Catholicism.

Duende (Do-en-day): Spanish/Latin American version of a gnome- or dwarf-like spirit. Depending on the type, a duende may or may not be mischievous; however, used in the context of the poem, you can be sure there’s mischief afoot.

The underlying structure of the poem mostly follows a simple A, AB, A, AB rhyming format in each stanza.
Emery Feine Dec 2024
Am I just so hilarious to look at?
Do I just make you giggle?
Do I make you roar with laughter?
Do I? Huh, do I?
Am I just that entertaining?
So hideously hilarious?
this is my 136th poem, written on 11/30/24
Walter Rivas Nov 2024
Snitches, snitches get stitches  
They’ll say whatever it takes to get out of deep ditches  
They’ll talk about whoever they can and rat out  
It’s a blame game for them when they're trying to chase clout  
  
Snitches will sing like a canary up and down the scale  
They will tell the tale like their loyalty is up for sale  
They have no allegiance when it comes to their squad  
Blabbing on just about everyone and swear on God  
  
Snitches will leak their business without hesitation  
Then they’ll cover their own ***** to avoid incarceration  
But to the criminal element they'll be known as traitors  
Even if they participated, they’ll point out perpetrators  
  
Snitches run their mouths like it’s a hearty party cheer  
It’s as if squealing feels so appealing for everyone to hear  
They will play **** in the streets and try to act hard  
But might get what’s coming to them if they’re out in the yard  
  
Snitches, snitches get stitches when they talk too much  
Jumping in getting in and out of trouble like it’s double Dutch  
They can’t keep a secret when it comes to their crimes  
Spilling the beans in court because they’re afraid to do time
Brandan Pearce Nov 2024
Love makes us do funny things
Like how we made a secret code so to speak.

Love also hurts
Like when you threw the diamond ring back at me.

Love makes me sick sometimes
Where I can't move and I can't scream,
All I do is silently weep.

Love ******* love
What a *******
Love ******* love
I think I want another hit at it.
Love sweet ******* love
Jennifer DeLong Nov 2024
Waking up finding the cold
wrap around me like a ghost
Grabbing me tight holding me
in his grip
Trying to warm and break free
It reminds me to think and
remember what I know
It's only in my thoughts
think warm think warm
It's then I begin to feel
the heat and warm I do
No thanks to you
© Jennifer DeLong 11/9/2024
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