The Sociopath Convention:
A narcissistic ball.
The devil’s human resource team;
Controllers one and all.
Such demons are data-driven . . .
And think they know what is best—
But they remain unforgiven
For putting the Lord to the test.
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Littered Landscape
Despair
God knows them.
They are what they drop:
Subhuman trash
Strewing litter
Fouling creation
Transtrashification;
God sees them.
They will answer
To Him.
Trash is thrown out
then burned.
PROMPT 21:
choose an abstract noun, and then use that as the title for a poem
that contains very short lines, and at least one invented word.
Cargo Cult
Big man him return soon-soon
Arrive iron flying house wing-wing from sky
Great man him USA bring big gun make fire-fire every village
All bad man them punish red-white-blue magic heaven cloth
Him business suit holy roller CIA cut down jungle
Teach fake Jesus make rich-rich many pig many feast
Teach all man money-money
Bringee iPhone 14 big-big tablet great magic picture-box
Many bead many mirror big candy
Firewater sweet-sweet MarlboroBudweiser
Bringee dollar bringee big food:
CocaColaSpamWorldBankDisneyNetflixPorn
Makee island shopping mall many-many
Our people happy fat-fat many big gun
Big medicine make more baby
Now happy island sing big Amerika song-song
All village wait AmerikaUSA return come back
Amerika come again soon-soon
PROMPT 20:
Have you ever heard someone wonder what future archaeologists, whether human or from alien civilization, will make of us? Today, I’d like to challenge you to answer that question in poetic form.
Monsters and Blue Lines
PROMPT 19: write a poem about something that scared you –
or was used to scare you – and which still haunts you.
I have spoken before about monsters here at ConnectHook.
I wish you protection from monsters at every level. Even poetic monsters . . .
The worst monsters are REAL.
Sword and Scale
A True Crime binge has brought me here
To share with you my darkest fear:
Earth’s eternal curse: the wicked.
Criminals can play both sides—
Guilt may finally be acquitted,
Truth unites when sin divides.
Where humanity is shattered
Thin blue lines have always mattered
Thank the Lord for good policemen. . .
(Women too, let truth be told.)
All shall be revealed in heaven;
Badges there transcend mere gold.
Law and justice light the pyre—
Thugs and pigs deserve their fire.
We, the living, should be grateful
For the ones who do what’s right.
Exposing all the hidden hateful:
Our great duty in this fight.
This one put me over the edge.
I DARE you to listen to all of it.
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