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Dried blood in the rust

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#1 Traveler

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Posted 01 June 2018 - 12:10 AM

Dried blood in the rust

Dried blood in the rust
Bones in the dust
They all answered when they heard the call
They came for the glory but found only to loose it all
Others that proclaimed the script of the truth
They have the seat with the victory to view
Only they reap the rewards of wealth with agreed history
Mammon to the victor who never sat behind the trigger                    
Servitude to the vanquished who’s truth failed to linger
But to the worriers go the platitudes and fame so hollow
With the graves for the lucky
Just bones in the sand for most
And dried blood in the rust for the rest


Edited by Traveler, 03 June 2018 - 11:40 PM.

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Posted 02 June 2018 - 08:42 PM

The RCMP.


The Royal Canadian Masters of plunder
For that is what you have become
Once you always got your man
But now it's the value of our pocket book, by gum

According to the immortal words of Madam Prostitute
The best stash of pot you always have
But never do you ever have to pay for it
You even expect to get your screw at discount Too

The government coffers are always dry
You are armed with the rules
You are backed with the law
Now go out and find some infractions
And fine some perpetrating slob dry.

Seize their possessions and hold them for ransom
Threaten them with their children
Extortion always works quite fine
The law is squarely on your side
Brutalize them while the opportunity provides
What can they do?
Hell, we can even take a cut of their pay cheque, and do.

How so efficient you have become
In your plunder and your greed
That now you contribute to the tax base that erodes and bleeds.
And while economy winds down to fail
So too will it be your balls upon the block
The cut backs will put your own livelihood under the fire
For evil never prevails, and you contribute in no small way to the mire.



Les destitutes.
 


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#3 Vanka Savolov

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Posted 08 June 2018 - 02:17 PM

As one poet to another, in a fit of rivalry I bid you...

 

YAWN!

 

:) ;)


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Posted 08 June 2018 - 11:52 PM

No samples, it doesn't count, so there !


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Posted 09 June 2018 - 01:26 PM

*Swings arm wide, rests back of hand on forehead*

 

There you go... again... just making up the rules as you go along!

 

Pitooey!

 

I say to you...

 

PITOOEY!

 

Did you know that 'narf' rhymes with 'scarf' ??

 

Edit: pitooey is an actual word... yes it is!


Edited by Vanka Savolov, 09 June 2018 - 01:34 PM.

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#6 Vanka Savolov

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Posted 09 June 2018 - 03:18 PM

A tasteless rhyme of the human mentality:

 

There once was a man from Nantucket...

He tried so very hard to phque it.

 

So he folded it double,

to end his trouble...

 

And instead of a-cumming,

he went.

 

Tasteless though it may be... it shor' is a funny one--funny as heck!


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Posted 09 June 2018 - 08:49 PM

No depth, no message and no real story.

 

YAWN :gruble:


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Posted 10 June 2018 - 03:04 AM



No depth, no message and no real story.

 

YAWN :gruble:

Real stories have a tendency to get me banned... so I refrain.

 

(we only see what they want us to see and that's true everywhere)


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#9 Vanka Savolov

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Posted 10 June 2018 - 01:46 PM

No depth, no message and no real story.

 

YAWN :gruble:

Are you yawning at me? ARE YOU YAWNING AT ME? (he yawned at me...)

 

Thems fightin' words, boy.... IT'S ON!!

 

(oh, crap... now I gotta do something... me and my big mouth)


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Posted 10 June 2018 - 08:53 PM

Well come up with something,

Do you know how hard it is to hold a yawn back in suspense.


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#11 Vanka Savolov

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Posted 11 June 2018 - 01:35 AM

Well come up with something,

Do you know how hard it is to hold a yawn back in suspense.

I do requests...

 

What do you want to hear?

 

Real dark, too bright or something in between?

 

If you supply me with three random words, I'll compose a rhyme with them.

 

Any ideas? I've been farting all day long, and I don't really want to go there... but if you insist...

 

Smart farts

 

A fart so smart, it makes the

government look like a moron.

And speaking of gas,

I filled my tank at Chevron.

 

But when the gas was done pumping,

they charged me up the butt-thing.

 

So now I am broke, and I'm thinking

that there must be a better way.

Perhaps if I place a hose up my butt,

I can run on nature's fuel, all the long day.


Edited by Vanka Savolov, 11 June 2018 - 07:04 PM.

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Posted 11 June 2018 - 11:44 PM

If farts be dollars

The gas business be ours

But natures trove buried its treasures

And the raiders reward

Belongs to those who sunk the pipe line !


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#13 Vanka Savolov

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Posted 12 June 2018 - 12:34 AM

*eyes shifting from left to right* Did somebody fart?

 

Gas bags be nimble, gas bags be quick...

Gas bags blew up the candle stick.

 

With energy everywhere, it makes

me wonder why we use polluting fuels?

In the minerals, in the water, in the air...

there is energy literally everywhere.

 

Tesla proved his 'air battery' and

Schauberger proved his water light.

Hutchinson proved his mineral battery

and yet we still live with pollution's plight?

 

So many have tried so very hard

to overcome the greed of others.

But their kind of greed controls

everything, and it truly smothers.

 

With jerks and asshole in charge

of our world, life just isn't worth living.

So I spend my days developing

technologies that are fit for giving.

 

I'll break that strangle hold if at all

possible, because the planet is dying.

So, I'll keep at it until I break that hold...

Or I will simply die trying.


Edited by Vanka Savolov, 12 June 2018 - 02:17 AM.

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#14 Vanka Savolov

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Posted 14 July 2018 - 06:31 PM

Say Traveler,

 

You don't put up much of a fight for an ol' fart.

 

Give me something to yawn at! (please)

 

He came from Canada and

posted some poems, did he.

The American who yawned

at him, was indeed me.

 

Take that! I say in a fit of

rivalry of a poetic nature.

I'll be damned if he didn't

yawn back befitting the culture.

 

You wanna fight? I say with

not-being-serious tones.

I'll fight until death,

with me weary bones.

 

So I gave it my best shot,

and post a rhyme of substance.

Just like he had asked of me,

was the final circumstance.

 

So I wait-wait-wait for a death-

blow--of the poetic kind.

Yet nothing forthcoming

to date, is what I find.

 

Yea be it in the days of yore, when the pen was mightier than the sword.

Though words do seem fickle and weak in these modern times...

Many people will ask what is the difference between poems and rhymes?

 

The difference is in the cadence, a syllabic metering of rhythmic words,

whose pattern is somehow wonderful and delightful to mindful herds.

 

Words so written have little meaning--outside of entertaining projections.

It's just the thoughts of one's own sharing, sometimes caring inflections.

 

So, I turn my back to you, and I fart in your general direction!

I challenge you to a duel of poetic words, and damn to consequences!

 

(you Canadians are all alike! TAKE THAT!) ;) (Well, you're all from Canada, are you not?) :P


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Posted 29 July 2018 - 07:04 PM

Tis a wonderful thing to win a play-fight,

when poetic words are the weapon.

But it's lonely at the top, and it's sad to say,

I miss the poetic confrontation.

 

Regroup your tactics and take a swing,

because you may very well hit your target.

I'm not the best there is--when it come to rhymes,

and so, you may prove to be the best on the market.

 

I plead and plead, ATTACK,

with words of vigor.

You just might discover that...

my finger has slipped off the trigger.


Edited by Vanka Savolov, 29 July 2018 - 07:09 PM.

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