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 9 Years Ago


3 of 3 people found this review constructive.

Frieda P

9 Years Ago

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

9 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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Your intelect is mesmerising my Lady. Your emotion raw and your incisive poetry strips meat from the bone of me!

Posted 9 Years Ago


Whenever you two get together I am always left in a word coma. Which is the only good kind of coma I can think of. I loved the deck of cards theme in here, I expected it to just be a single reference, but you stuck with it throughout, and it really made things work. There were a million brilliant lines in this piece, but the one that smacked me hard in my mind's face was this:

orgies of misogynistic linguistics,
are just a left-handed mouse click away

It sang to the feminist in me. Kudos to the both of you for creating another collaboration masterpiece.

Posted 9 Years Ago


To carry on with the tone and timbre of this delicious double entendre'd (gratuitous apostrophe for Freida) rant, who pissed in your communal cornflakes to inspire this? ; )
Well written, both of you.

Posted 9 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

Frieda P

9 Years Ago

You crack me up Noel! Caught this on live feed, and still laughing my arse off. :)
kublakhan27

9 Years Ago

Haha Let me just say that I can barely taste the milk in my cornflakes anymore...thank you Noel :)
Every line is blow here.... my eyes are glued to the screen and I am grinning even while typing this.

Posted 9 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

Frieda P

9 Years Ago

Thanks, I think that's my first 'blow' in a review, not sure about Steve, we'll see. :)
kublakhan27

9 Years Ago

Haha Umm...I'm glad our collab got you grinning, thanks Mayank :)
it flowed as written by one great write

Posted 9 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

 wordman

9 Years Ago

you are welcome
kublakhan27

9 Years Ago

Thanks from me as well :)
 wordman

9 Years Ago

and you are welcome pleasure
Should've known but true first two words in the title hat this was a collab between you two. Very nicely done as per. Your pens merge when you write. So many lines I could pick from to be honest, fantastic smart poem.

Posted 9 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

Frieda P

9 Years Ago

Thanks muchly noodlebumble.
kublakhan27

9 Years Ago

So glad you enjoyed it bud, thank you :)
Woah..this one goes like a multi-barrel gun on loose in the hands of most artistically dangerous people causing mayhem in all directions. What an experience reading it...keep collaborating and destroying people's perception that they have already seen the best :)

Posted 9 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

Frieda P

9 Years Ago

Whoa, lovin' this review, 'multi-barrel gun...' sounds like another poem :)
kublakhan27

9 Years Ago

Haha Probably one of my favourite responses on any of our collabs, thanks Avinash :)
Avinash

9 Years Ago

My Pleasure ... :)
I am reading this with a gleam in my eye, and a grin on my face. Great write, both of you!

Posted 9 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

Frieda P

9 Years Ago

Mission accomplished!
kublakhan27

9 Years Ago

Thank you Jon :)
i didn't have a triple X divorce, just triple divorces...

the pompous poet spouts...the hypocrisy runs swift like the current of a river...
and you two blend like one fast moving wave...
well i have to run now, guys...i have a liguistic orgy to attend to...vowels optional.
oh "the few cards short of a dick"?
Tammy played the hand before i had a chance to say it.

Posted 9 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

Frieda P

9 Years Ago

Ha 'linguistic orgy'...oh my, how does one get an invite? Jazz'd you liked that line jacob.
kublakhan27

9 Years Ago

Haha Frieda wins the most iconic line award for this one, and deservedly so, it's probably my favour.. read more
I love the energy and pure sass in this one. It is so much fun! There are so many great lines, but I most especially love the allusion to the deck of cards, better play with trumps, etc. Brilliant and awesome! Great job, you two!

Posted 9 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

Frieda P

9 Years Ago

Thanks Star, muchly appreciate your words!
kublakhan27

9 Years Ago

Thanks so much :)

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