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Damocles Apr 15
You, yes you
The one always seeking my validation
I deny your application with a simple snide smile
And let you know with snark reverence
That you think that you’re relevant
But you mistake not giving a **** for passiveness
Truth be told, I bide my time,
One sunshine at a time in my backyard with my pup,
Just us and my peace of mind.

So if being pugnacious makes you validated
Let you forever fire salvos over my iron dome
And know that when you come a knocking’
There’s nobody left at home,
Because I’ve already moved on and into the next frame
Where life for me is but a shade of happiness you could never afford in shade,
I leave you here with pittance, rot, and shame
Argue with ghosts that haunt you, but the mirror holds the truth to blame.
BLT Webster's word of the day Challenge  4/15

Word of the Day: Pungnacious
Meaning: having a quarrelsome or combative nature
Meaning:
Damocles Apr 3
A broken verse claps across the expanse,
The sky darkens as anger swallows light.
A cold breeze caresses my skin like a cold shoulder,
Snarky whispers, wise yet harsh chill
Wisdom-filled words that pierce my breath.
I run to escape the scorching light,
Immolating sinners while angels weep.
To create anew from the ashes,
I mold clay, abashed by my creation.
BLT's Word of the Day Challenge
April 3
Word: Snark
Meaning: Snark is an informal word that refers to an attitude or expression of mocking irreverence and sarcasm.
Tony Luxton Aug 2020
A walk in the park
Where there is some talk
Of raising the Snark
Misguided remark.

There is no conclusion
That I could envision
To plunder delusion
And clear the confusion

While we may contest
That theories attest
His morbid diffusion
Just leave him to rest.
Snark
Ava Bean Oct 2015
I am numb to the kindness they give me
But sensitive to the needles they ***** me with:
The ones that were supposed to numb all of me up
At once.
E Damaris Aug 2015
Feed me with
favorites, re-tweets
and likes

Feed me with
hearts as
flat as knifes

Feed me with
double taps
and false reality

Feed me with
comments
from a celebrity

Stroke me
gently and
repeatedly

My ego
enjoys a timely
delivery
Elizabeth Kelly Jul 2014
It's
strange
to
me
to
write
one
word
at
a
time
on
each
line.

Who
speaks
like
that?

Poetry,
I
think,
should
be
a
conversation
between
you
and
your
soul.

Your
soul
may
not
understand
unnecessary
intermittent
pauses.

Well.

I
don't
understand
unnecessary
intermittent
pauses.

Case
in
point:

Writing
this
was
difficult.

(It's
probably
a
literary
weakness.)

I
imagine
that
a
soul
would
speak
in
at
least
partial
sentences
without
such
halting
spasmodic
twitches.

Unless it doesn't. I am not your soul. If you find wholeness and depth and truth by writing this way, then carry on.

*******.

(There's the rhyme. There's always a place and a time for convention.)
Directed at no one particularly. Just an observation.

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