Vindictive Paradox  COLLABORATION w/KUBLAKHAN

Vindictive Paradox COLLABORATION w/KUBLAKHAN

A Poem by Frieda P
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your world crashed unto my ocean's depths
thrashing in wretched luminosity's mediocrity  
floundering to breathe in your obscenities,
objectionable metaphor's intended pity
greetings at irony's gate of inconclusive apathy,
hypocrisy's baptism in chanted pretense
wiped your feet on welcome's mockery mat, 
shut your own door as the house of cards played
a familiar sing-song of Pharisaism's pretended pious,
ace up the sleeve in blowhard's pontificating 
pretentious
poohed in double entendre's  denial 
fatalistic frippery of academic gloss
threatens to reveal stretch marks in your platitudes,
imbecilic renderings of verbal surreality

shoe size hardly fits your mouthpiece's blitz,
betray intentions of a p***y-whipped obviosity
mastery of bated self-stimulation started bolting
when the gag ball was bitten too hard on,
solitaire sighs pouts and twiddles its thumbs
in a bout of truculence awaiting the arrival
of a new deck to replace the one
whose kings and knaves are glued together,
cocky as the king of spades
when you force your own hand
cash in your chips at the door
when you call someone's bluff, 
one had better come up trumps
a few cards short of a dick,
there's always a joker in the pack
plastic-coated poster boy of free speech
in a world drowning in the bubbles
of misguided semen shot down,
in a quest for diction in direction
double meanings split like horny atoms
in a triple-X divorce
orgies of misogynistic linguistics, 
are just a left-handed mouse click away

unfairly arranged split strong suits

results in polyester cartooned burbles

© 2014 Frieda P


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Frieda P

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ok, my cranky pants pulled up to my neck... "stupid people never "get over it" because "it" is stuck up their arse so far they can't see beyond their own egos... or is that "dongs", but I digress... er...

Ok you two "bad arse peoples" I think each lines points to his "master... fingers selfie" while dreaming for being "gods gift to , well, himself!!! cause noone else will have him, even as those well know seconds... Oh I can prettry cranky when my pants are drawn up to my neck...

Frieda, Steve, you rock and roll and this poem is sooooo damn irreverant that I heard this was why religion was invented.. here is just one (minor) example: "orgies of misogynistic linguistics,
are just a left-handed mouse click away
unfairly arranged split strong suits
results in polyester cartooned burbles" Hot Damn, nothing more to say.. end of story... I love the both of you MUCHLY which is hard to do with cranky pants on you know, so cut me a break for not reviewing this poem earlier...

lastly though, and in all seriousness... honest.... can I get a hollar lulla, praise da jesus with a "a few cards short of a dick,"... amen please!!! This last amen is for all the "D"heads who think they're intelligent... ~~~ red(hashiscrankyassvindictivepantson)zone




Posted 10 Years Ago


3 of 3 people found this review constructive.

Frieda P

10 Years Ago

If I could stop laughing I'd respond to this, your review is muchly more entertaining than the poem... read more
kublakhan27

10 Years Ago

LOL You have officially cracked me up my friend....I'm really not sure how to follow that up except .. read more



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Damn that was good. I felt like I was just hit by a bag of rocks!

Posted 10 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

Frieda P

10 Years Ago

Laughing here, it was only meant to smart, not maim! haha Thanks so much Bill ;)
Bill O. Writes

10 Years Ago

This time it was my pleasure! ;)
Even if this attempt was dictated by colour cards denoting randomness of the players involved. It is fun and full of vibrant energy. It brought back to me that concept of nuance. Do things becuase they just are what you think . I am way to cerebral at times and fail to let go. This is the opposite. It sounds good and it is what It means. Some cling to rules and moods and what should and shouldn't while this offering is one that invites you to open up. Fitting for a Friday as well .

For all those squarepushers trapped in concpetualities get a load of this

Cheers!



Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Frieda P

10 Years Ago

Holy Rene, love that! ' For all those squarepushers trapped in concpetualities get a load of this'!!.. read more
Rene Salinas

10 Years Ago

I do have my moments great stuff Frieda and co. if this stuff was compressed into pill i'd take it
Frieda P

10 Years Ago

HA HA you crack me up Rene!! Don't forget Steve, he had his grimy hands in this one too...
Wow! Angry and vociferous…

Posted 10 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

MomzillaNC

10 Years Ago

You're welcome. And, thanks -- I thought "vociferous" was a very apt description of the poem. :D
kublakhan27

10 Years Ago

Thank you Momzilla :)
MomzillaNC

10 Years Ago

You're welcome.
Hooray for joint rants ;)

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

kublakhan27

10 Years Ago

LOL That's funny too Mrs.R...really, I'm giggling ;)
Frieda P

10 Years Ago

We might be the only two laughing Benji. ;)
kublakhan27

10 Years Ago

Haha True ;)
Very strong... great collaboration you two

Posted 10 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

Zahra

10 Years Ago

you are both welcome :)
Zahra

10 Years Ago

you are both welcome :)
Zahra

10 Years Ago

you are both welcome :)

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