Satire Poems
For Lovers of Ale
by Dr. Robert Ippaso
That amber liquid far from insipid
Like molten honey but drawn from a tap,
Bitter or dark, the choices quite stark,
God's malted ale, nature's true sap.
Vikings grew strong, strengthened their bond,
Giving them courage for mayhem galore,
A beer in their hand, they pillaged the land
Never quite feeling tired or sore.
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smart dead man
by Bogdan Dragos
In the afterlife the creatures that
gathered around him
asked, “Why did you do it? Why
did you jump in
front of that train?”
He shrugged. “Life wasn’t
worth living anymore. And I wanted
revenge.”
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The Clocks Go Back One Hour
by Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu
Time changes with life and life changes with time.
October grows too old,
Hobbling backwards
With the burden of years,
On the sinuous alcove of time,
Tenebrous and feathery,
Her hidden lamps blinking furiously
At the silhouettes of wasted days.
The wasted leaves of autumn
Break forth and dance down
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Flag Bearer *Political- potentially triggering*
by Sapper Morton
America, the land of silent classrooms,
where freedom takes aim in open hallways.
They say the enemy of my enemy is my friend,
but when she strides in with stars in her eyes,
her trauma buried beneath her skin,
and blood staining the black leather of her boots,
who does she fight for now?
I raise my hand high, trembling,
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An African's moaning
by Graham Ereks
Entombed in pregnant forlornness,
Entrapped in life's tiffs, lovelessness,
The living-dead man zombie-walked,
Overpowered by the wind, insulted by insects.
He saunters now and then, hither and thither,
Chatting with the trees, mistaken, every so often, for one non compos mentis. He zombies about, unaware of his deeds, super dead-ish.
Alive yet lifeless, he is but a living dead,
Fully alive, yet fully dead.
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Complication
by Fidelis Peter Olowu
The pen we know is mightier than the sword
Yet can someday be subject to the sword
When to the wall the pen pushes the sword
Dwindling and usurping the power of the sword
The pen and the sword at daggers drawn
Fighting dirty daily in the serene lawn
Mutual respect is funeralled from dusk to dawn
As enemies for life they have sworn
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Road Rage
by Joe Cyr
(rhyming couplets)
The hapless old "Q-tip" lady genteel
peeks over the dashboard through the steering wheel.
Both hands atop that maneuvering tool,
left blinker flashing, turns right to refuel.
Automobile drivers of all genders and age
have oft’ experienced the feeling of road rage
at they who tail-gate or flaunt cell phones,
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Trump's Wild Tango
by Dr. Robert Ippaso
One step back, two steps forward,
Swing around and do the dance,
Keep it fast, a little awkward
A whole world audience to entrance.
Now you've got them captivated
Up the tempo, raise the heat,
Some may need to be sedated
As they wither from your beat.
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Poetry Writing 101
by Richard Randolph
So, why is this a great poem?
Let me try to explain.
First, notice there’s no rhyme.
Rhyming is for children.
Also, notice the absence of adverbs or adjectives.
Serious poets avoid these.
They focus, instead, on nouns and strong verbs.
These are much more powerful.
Now, in this particular case,
the poet’s avoided punctuation altogether.
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In time like this
by Mojereola Anuoluwapo
Īn an unnoticed season like this
When the youth cherish not their
youthful Glory
Days of which the present is digested
Than that of which the future supposed
to be meditated
The young ladies value not their virginity
Rendering it as if it an infinity
When They are less viewed inferiority
But the things of the modern not enmity
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