Streets are filling with needles, disease and narcissist
the airways rimmed with demands for respect
if you don't agree 100 % they'll ring your neck
and your next of kin.
people turn to plants and spirit to retrieve their souls
not realizing until it's too late
that they've flushed it all down the toilet bowl...
grasping blindly through turds of madness...
Directionless.
they turn from Love and God into the blow hole
of influencers u tubers and tic tockers
dolphin people living for clicks...
looking to make a name for themselves
not through talent, class and hard work
but through shock and crassness.
I once had a teacher (frustrated by our terminal self-centeredness')
who once told a bunch of giggling know it all kids...
" One day the world is going to scare the living hell out of you".
How right you were Mr. Adams.
How right you were.
He was very tall, he stood six feet five.
He died too young, he couldn't survive.
He wrote "The Hitchhikers Guide To The Galaxy" and some episodes of "Doctor Who".
Dying at the young age of forty-nine was tragic and that's certainly true.
He died nearly a quarter of a century ago and he won't be coming back.
He was a British man and people were sad when he died of a heart attack.
When this talented man died, it was a devastating blow.
I wish he could've lived longer but it was his time to go.
[Dedicated to Douglas Adams (1952-2001) who died on May 11, 2001]
Adolphe Adams known for ballet 'Giselle'
& forhis carl musicale
O Holy Night was the score
writing it was never a chore
because
we don't need anyone to be with us at that moment,
because
it is so intimate,
too intimate,
only
maybe
we”ll need some little breeze touching the chin or forehead,
i would prefer calm rain
as if someone still wants to cry for me like in old times,
like when people were dressed up in black and carried handkerchiefs in their pockets, and someone would take out his handkerchief from the pocket
and wipe his eyes and nose,
maybe
the sun will rise
or
come down with me,
i won't mind; a few little birds chirping up in the air, so
i can still breathe in the grassroots and
listen to the winds before the rains
after, because it is so intimate
i will close my eyes and leave
on my own
without thinking of you,
and probably that would be it
Sam Adams Drunk Driver Same, Same but Different
Sam Adams was drunk driving
Too fast down an English rural country lane
He ran at a stoplight he did not see
Blew threw a roundabout
Was rubbed out in an accident.
His drinking buddy, the traffic cop flatfoot,
Smoothed over his death ruling it an accident,
And not drunk driving.
ADAM'S LEGACY 2
A beautiful gift destroyed by knowledge lost
Destroyed by a lust and greed to conquer all
All that was freely it given to all of mankind
More and more nations sought it for themself
Soon the gift of humanity will be our suffering
Lessons learned by past conflicts no peace
Even when generation said not in our names
Giving peace a chance before peace be lost
A legacy to give future generation gift of living
Changes that we must take at this moment
Yes we can all share what we have or lose it
A man was given place to own for his offspring
Darkness descended on the knowledge he got
A generation gave up on the precious gift of life
Man was now destroying everything that he has
Soon we will look back and say where has it gone
Life it has now lost the meaning of caring its gift
Everything that he now touches it is now dying
Generations after generations giving up despaired
A child living in the wilderness will now lose it voice
Changes are needed before it is all gone forever
Yet we have the power to undo what we have done
Sam Adams was a cowboy
Back in the wild west
A badass gunslinger
For hire to the biggest bidder
Often working for the law
Sometimes working for the outlaws
He did not see much difference
He took the jobs
That paid him the most
Thought that if he did not do it
Someone else would no doubt
Sam Adams thought about death
As he shot those that needed killing,
Better them than him he thought.
Sam Adams was a quack, a fake
Not there to protect but to take
He was on the make
He was a total flake
Make no mistake
As he was such a rake.
A real snake.
Sam Adams
Has a bitter sarcastic
Cutting attitude
Infamous for his Adam’s wit
Much feared and hated
But many laughed along
As his wit was just so funny
Unless you were the victim
Of his verbal cuts and put-downs.
Often unloading on people
His bitter sarcastic cuts
Designed to humiliate
And hurt, zeroing in on your faults.
A true master
Of the kiss up
Kick down
Intimidation philosophy of life.
He was a verbal bully
And like most bullies
Could dish it out
But did not appreciate it
When it was returned
Back to him.
~
Words softly whisper, thoughts float as dreams, a poetic angel it seems
~
12/31/19
Written for the: Who Flips Your Trolley Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Bobby May
Taking in all the beauty of
this sunny brand new day
As squirrels scurry about,
caught up in their play
Watching brilliant colors
blend together up in the skies
A soft gentle breeze whispers
Good Morning in silky sweet sighs
amidst the threads
of autumn trees
i listen as the morning speaks
a sigh within its silky breath
rustles through the leaves
within its golden branches
nested squirrels arise in play
beneath horizon's serenade
In 9th grade Mr. Adams told our class
(with buck shot in his eyes)
"That one day life will scare the $hit out of you".
Well, we all giggled like little barn owls -
Didn't really know or care what he was talking about.
What was so scarry about living in a half square mile of bliss -
Smoking cheap dope-sharing a root beer floats with a trashy little girlfriend.
But nothing lasts forever, and neither would this.
On the last day of my senior year, I opened the blast furnace doors of responsibility.
There was a big smirking fireball of instantaneous fear.
Barreling toward the last breath of my whiffle ball youth.
Mr., Adams was right Afterall.
John Quincy Adams, our Sixth President,
to meet with Mole People, planned a descent
down to the center of Earth where they stayed.
Left office too soon...expedition not made.
January 23, 2019
For: Educate Me With Humor - Leader Clerihew Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Andrea Dietrich
"John Quincy Adams (1767-1848) American diplomat and
Sixth President of the United States of America 1825-1829.
No doubt U.S. presidents use their position of power to do
some strange things, but John Quincy Adams just may win
the award for the weirdest appropriation of tax dollars.
Believe it or not, John Quincy Adams, our Sixth President,
authorized an expedition to the center of the Earth to search
for the mole people who he believed inhabited the bowels
of the planet."
Link: https://historydaily.org/the-president-and-the-mole-people
A lazy swim
In cold cold water
Of Adams Pond
Feels great
But its been
Rainey and dreary
But it feels so good
Chills me to the core
But as soon as I get out
I wanna swim some more
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