poopling soup recipes #56

there was a cuckoo who hated clocks 
he prefered to nest down at the docks
watch the souls ship out west
on a ship called the jest
that cuckoo waiting in odd worn socks

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author's notes- not a Limerick it's a lymberbrick

poopling soup recipes #66

there was a pot of frocked leprechauns
that buggered with vigor their flock's fawns
when caught they fled back home
to their wizard the gnome
to draw their new flocks using crayons

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authors notes- not a Limerick it's a lymberbrick

poopling soup recipes #103

there's a compulsive liar called jones
whose phone exposed his rotten cell bones
he's full of hot foul air
that killed all the care bears
while raising a brood of faciest clones

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author's notes- not a Limerick it's a lymberbrick

poopling soup recipes #22

a god passed a tortphant one gray day 
that liked to eat cakes of clay and hay
he bathed in spiced gold rum
when he was feeling glum
until the glum feelings did allay

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authors notes- not a Limerick it's a lymberbrick

tortphant-a tortoise crossed with an elephant

poopling soup recipes #99

there was a species called pooman 
who thought gods gave them acumem
so they built a sex bomb
to kiss goodnight at prom
their love preserved in bitumen

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authors notes- not a Limerick it's a lymberbrick

pooman- like a human but shittier

the sins of the father

Bullyboy stopped
hitting me
with his
storm twisted
windmill blades
when he began
storing
in the schools
cleaning closet
i had the
key for
his
intoxicating
chattering
bottles of gin
he sold
lunch time
on fridays

his customers
included
the
emo seagulls
that flocked
about
and the
type cast
cool lads
and the
hot girls
they had
weekend
parties with

Bullyboy would
drop by
now and then
after
i'd finished
my work of
mopping away
the days
education
off the floors

he'd twist
open a bottle
sit at the
teacher's desk
and
chat
over gin
like
we were
old friends


he'd been an altar boy
he'd killed his pet dog
then his folks split up
his older brother
was a
retired lay assistant
as well
now an
entrepreneuring bootlegger
they lived with their dad
a womanising pilot
Bully's girlfriend
was one of those
"hot new
asian girls"
and
when she kissed him
"her tongue
probed
his mouth
like a stiff
little cock"
he told

Bullyboy
retired
as a student
joined the army
got the boot
for shooting
his instructor
sergeant Arse
in the arse
and had
at some point
exited the world
stage right
unforgiven
by the time
3 worn out
scholarly
years on
i trudged
home
one bright day
to find a
fantail flying
in and out
of our
wolf proof house

mother
had been chattering
over
the towns border fence
with old Iris
our neighbour
and
had dark news
" Rumple
you remember
that
Father Clown who
chased after us
to get you
to be his
altar boy
well he's just
been locked up
for
sexually molesting
those poor souls

my gut chunned
my head spun
i finally
understood
Bullyboy's
comparison

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authors note
In Māori mythology, the pīwakawaka (fantail) was responsible for the presence of death in the world.So seen in a house is thought to be bad luck as it is seen as a harbinger of death.
in my poem pīwakawaka is just the harbinger of bad news.

symptoms 2

skyscrapers maws 
chew on flaming paper plane memos
vain statues
crumble reflecting the autumn of their posers
rock climbers
cling to the optimistic cliff face even as they fall
spin doctors
deliver gullible babies into a nation's house
cannon fodder
fertilise the next generation of ripe sacrifices

wrecking balls
swing from steeples hidden under church bell frocks
political podiums
stand on immorality termite mounds of ignorance
soap boxes
fail to cleanse the befouled mouths of prophets
cult fish
follow jet streams into burnt cloud pies in the sky
crooked fingers
burn blessings with their erring judging touch

light bulb
flickers between realities dark and illusionments light
paint brush
smears canvas to erase the artist of their corrupt form
spoken words
launch wagging tongue missiles from buried hidden silos
old goat
propagandist regurgitates their tails while spewing shit
infinities road
is paved with the genocidal godheads of extinct tribes

old nag
staggers as the burdens of crossing the finish line nears
dodo birds
waddle down to the street corner to have a flutter
bucket head
dinosaurs play missing link with lizard people
roulette wheel
turns with the speed of an evolving species
dystopian heart
is the hole in civilisations dead man hand

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symptoms 1

blood wine 
transfusion irrigates with drowning confusion
raindrop entrails
slide down a drain to pollute oceans
seasick lemons
scream "down the hatch" throwing back salt
torpedoed subs
rise up choking liver spotted bottle necks
kraken lives
inside a washed up bottle on a drunks burley
fishing lines
haul in their suicidal thought of the day anchors

excavators beaks
pick at heavens bloody cloud scabs
cockroach reality
escapes lucid narcissists dreams
genie wishes
transcends scientific tested explanations
speaking telephones
exhale opium dreamt up dialogue
chaos priests
assemble greed guided algorithm puns
religious pilgrims
follow the terminological inexactitude axis

callused prayers
lip synced platitudes bring to heel the masses
parachute whooshes
dandelion ideological spores terraform media
deceased estates
prepare for religious inherited taxed grief
fermented rains
acid infusion etches under umbrella skins
weeping pus
oozes out through the taxidermy scars
votive candles
melt into cadaver's extinguished eye sockets

mythos carved
scriptures into the bones of societies
composer's bowel
blasts irritable music beat box syndromes
grandfather clocks
enslaved cogs to golden their hands
mannequins clog
societies idealists broken conveyor system
boner rifles
black goop seals sarcophaguses pouty lips
robotic dogs
fetch the moons their extinct titans threw away

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a reaping haiku ⚰️⚰️⚰️⚰️⚰️

thru an opaque lens 
racist shot jungle bunnies
grim watched the deadstream

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authors notes
my condolences to my fellow humans who lost love ones in buffalo usa 2022 and in christchurch nz 2019 and to any other past or future
victims of hate.

authors notes (cont) - yes jb is a very racist term.
I used it to highlight how racist dehumanise their fellow humans to treat them as something other than humans that need to be culled.
I decided to use the old racist term jb as rabbit populations are often culled for some reasons that often align with white supremacist (can be applied to any supremacist/nationalist) thinking of their fellow human beings.
authors notes (cont)
opaque meaning =not able to be seen through.

yes i am saying racist,supremacist,nationalist are blind.
notes written just in case someone misinterprets this poem to fit their sick ideology.