I watched the Super Bowl, of course,
And made it ‘til the end.
The game was great, although
I’m not a fan and won’t pretend.
The show’s commercials usually
Are fun and worth a look,
But this year’s disappointed;
Just a glance was all it took.
For several were religious
And were very in your face.
To me, such ads did not belong
In such a time and place.
But money talks and anyone
With lots of bucks to pay
Can purchase airtime, hoping
That some minds they’ll get to sway.
Zelensky went to Canada, in short.?
He looked a goose.' A c grade at comedy
And Z at ever talking truth
And while he was in parliament..)
A nazi he did meet, invited in by un-trud'eau
There was a chat, and greet' in an ante
Chamber, before the big main.show'
Then it all got airtime, and trudy got the pain'
We know.'
The speaker had to take the rap.' The only
Thing to do.! For trudeau is the greater good
Or so; some media tells you' its been downhill
For un-trudeau, from that fated day, he often
Calls world leaders up, but no one wants to play?
And now he's doing comedy on Canada not being
Great.' I laughed and laughed till I spasamed, yet
Canadians?? Well they're irate.' I beleive he's going
Soon, to make a comic double act, zelensky for his
Partner, Although Its all not quite yet fact.?????????
Haha, must be funny,
How I had substantial dreams for my early 20s,
I believed I would have an excellent life!
With a good job,
And possibly even a hubby.
Now in my mid-20s,
No job and no income to woo.
Dreams postponed and placed on hold.
I only have my degree to my name,
Like tying a knot, no income, no money!
Depending on my family, experiencing pressure,
Even difficult to get airtime on my own!
However, I will keep going, no matter what,
Wishing for the break to triumph at last.
I’m too young for this, life is playing a trick,
Unprepared for life's unexpected twists
Is joy just a wisp of smoke?
Why is life such a drag?
No fun to be found.
Oh, the misery of missing laughs!
There is no humor in the screenplay of this life.
I
In South Africa, one can avoid Online poetry
But I did not as easily in America (USA)
I couldn't believe I could stay away months
But some of you have, or longer still
The reunions are delicious, contagious, to relish
II
To follow ...
I
In this nation we buy airtime
Or Data for internet access, and texting
After church I see I'm low on airtime
And Data. From poems, I may seek vacation
II
But the world is running out of time
For reforming our ways, for environment, home
May I add, Time for prayer, or lockdown again
Omicron has not killed ... yet. A sinister plan?
III
Take heart; powerful folk may not need prayer
Weaker ones like me need my Savior more than ever
We are running out of time; and the LORD, of patience?
As elites play God, ignoring Hebrew exile, Flood of Noah
IV
Pray my dear siblings, for humane talk, and Jub-Jub "smasher"
In this nation, Amanda Dupont was "raped for two years,"
Per SABC Sunday Radio broadcast, by Jub-Jub, culture leader
As we begin 16 days to stop GBV, new or ancient virus?
NOTE: GBV, in South Africa means; gender Based Violence, where killing of women and females as young as 6 years, made news this week (following rape, usually). This is sad news almost daily. We have several pandemics in our modern cultures, education notwithstanding.
I forgot to remember Poetrysoup DOT com
I forgot I had a poetry addiction
Therein is a truth: we can cope with boredom
Away from USA, without internet, Data, "airtime" ...
So, I decided, after 9-11 Anniversary, to pop in
Lisa is a friend; Beata Augustin is an encouraging Christian!
Arjun Jangid is a brother from our India-Motherland
While we wander - with wunderlust? - far from home
Remember and Re-Member; re-enact as in communion
Far from recall itself, there's depth in remembrance
As Jesus said of Bread and Cup (Living Manna & Water):
Do This In Remembrance of Me; I will receive you unto Myself
Young Swedish School girl
Greta Thunberg
Climate change protester
Is surely a sticky topic to discuss
Due to her admirable her intentions
But does a burgeoning teenager
Really have the ability to comprehend the actual facts surrounding such a complex diverse topic
And should the world's media outlets really be listening or giving her airtime
Or is this merely just a good will
news story that no 1 should question
Because no 1 should question the great intentions of young people
Even if there facts and statements
are ill informed
Or rather would the children she is amassing to
march and stay off school
Not be better served staying in and
learning more about these things
Occasionally we might miss
Performers so admired
Their talents still get airtime
Though it’s years since they’ve expired.
A case in point is Leonard Cohen –
I knew of his existence,
But to his books and concerts somehow
I displayed resistance.
However, a museum has
A very moving show
Filled with footage of his singing
And so much I didn’t know.
I guess no one can stop me,
Though I have procrastinated,
From becoming one of Leonard’s fans,
Although a bit belated.
Moi Royale
If I call you thousand times daily doesn't mean I have enough airtime to waste, its just that I love hearing your sweet voice,
If I visit you countless times doesn't mean I have nothing doing at home , its just that I love looking into your pretty little eyes,
Any time I argue with you doesn't mean I have difficulty in understanding, its just that you look more beautiful when angry,
Those times I stole kisses from you doesn't mean I was shy to ask, its just that kisses stolen from you tastes better,
You are worth thinking of,you are worth loving. That's why you always run through my mind,the thought of you brings joy to my heart,
A minute spent with you is like decades. Too much of everything is bad but too much of your love is the best thing that ever happened to me,
I might not be the most handsome guy on earth but believe me I am the one for you till death do us part,
I don't have much, but since you are my Princess am ever ready to sign in your name all my wills and assets.
Poet: Isaac Asante
Tittle: Moi Royale (My Royal)
Date: 7/2/19
https://www.poetrysoup.com/me/isaacasantepoems
@Fb: Trapking Tales
Son you won't believe
I'm that airtime that moves from negative to positive
No network dont wants me
Too many people are being freed
From the credit matrix
As the need feeds greed
Their favorite street tricks
Mixed with the illusion of confusion
To persue the lies of television
The vision of followers following followers
There's no leaders,
But believer of no true belief
With answers that bring no relief
Breeding a nation with too many ignorant chiefs
With too much info in the brain
But not enough minerals in the vain
How are our children to survive
While our nation is engulfed alive.
CYCLONE
Hair snow
Lost beaux
Airtime
Breath crime
Tarpit
Armpit
Dispels
Egg shells
Feet sweat
Twin threat
~
Cyclone
Bath zone
~
Feet sweet
Twin treat
Reposed
Composed
Acquit
Armpit
Took hint
Breath mint
Lost hair
Don’t care!
3/19/2017
Fabulous Fun Footles contest
1st Place
Expressions Of Self
A Poem by Debbie_Philly
" a Poem about graffiti from the eyes of the tagger "
Expressions Of Self
Moon beats down on city streets
My need to express is so strong
As I roam the darkness, a call
To sing my song
Blank sheets of canvas, are all I see
As my can bleeds to be heard, my need
Gets stronger, more ravenous I need
Some airtime
Places to say my name, I just want to
To be heard, a need to be recognized
I am a writer of cold hard stone
Is that a crime?
The can is my pen, my easel if you will
In this warm summer night my paint will
be spilled, across these city walls
My colors and my thoughts will shine
With these expressions of self
My City’s shrine
By Debbie Kelly~
2006