Lately, there's been some
(actually, a lot of) debate
about Canada becoming
an American state.
The POTUS clearly wants to inflate,
with little or no debate,
the number of U.S. states,
as if that'll make America great.
But, Mr. President...
I have a better idea that'll go
in accordance
with your inflated sense
of self-importance.
Instead of annexing Canada, amigo,
the 51st state should be your big ego!
And, as states go
(forgive me if this sounds alarmist),
if Congress approves,
it'll be at least the fifth-largest.
Categories:
alarmist, humor, political,
Form: Rhyme
Blue mouse is an alarmist and a liar too
I ran by today yelling about Tyler Whoo
Faerie queen on a rooftop did not bother to hear
Most of his high falut’n stories try to instill some fear
She was busy with a bee friend to take care of that day
He had been shaken out of an airplane from far far away
so blue mouse ran around spouting his lies
and I did my best to open the gullible's eyes
Categories:
alarmist, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form: Rhyme
Goldfish stumble upon a princess
Ruby of the sea? Charlie guesses.
They swim to get old Tom
Who is floating close to a gaggle of mermaids.
Come quickly! Charlie says to their wisest resident.
He is an alarmist, so Tom moves not a whit
Besides, these mermaids are tasty and beautiful.
Charlie looks to see what is captivating Tom
Come take your turn Tom says, handing over binoculars.
Those sirens are poison! Charlie says saucily.
One turns and winks at him, proving his point.
If they are gone when I get back it will be tragic for you Tom warns.
But never the less they head to whatever wanderlust
Charlie and his cousins have in mind today.
What is the humanoid leaning on? Charlie asks.
Clocks I think, Tom says. I think they call them that.
What do they do? They make time whisk away
Before you know what has happened.
Is it Ruby of the sea? Charlie asks, remembering the premonition.
Mystify me once, shame on you, thinks Tom.
Mystify me twice, shame on me.
Unsure, Tom says. But she could be.
It is a she? Charlie asks. He has not heard this word before.
Or it is a clock, Tom says. Maybe it is the clock.
Maybe the other things are the she.
Categories:
alarmist, 3rd grade, 4th grade,
Form: Prose Poetry
You ask those questions why
Head and Hands and spirit races
towards the skies
Unequivocal
A man speaks of promises
He raised much questions he's an alarmist
Well poised well-spoken man a politician
Devout
His specialist is attrition
To erase the nation
Does prominence is dominated by Satan
Unequivocal
10/4/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. ©2019
Categories:
alarmist, allusion, america, analogy,
Form: Dramatic Verse
discovered primacy birthright
(i.e. revanchist deeded sic - seeded),
what "she," viz Mother Nature
felt tubby "her" right,
bar no holds Gaia
pulled out all stops
punishingly ravaged North Carolina
mercilessly didst wring
havoc bore out flooding
and proved accurate "NON
FAKE" fervent devout
alarmist theologians
appropriating weather forecasters dire
prediction as doomsday message
fore taste testing, telling, and texting
presaging Armageddon authored
by cosmic playwright,
whence global pulverizing,
savaging, and torturing spite
fully sucker punching
swing, perhaps indicative dire strait
(a hunch from this topflight
atheist) posits ultraright
religionists possibly ascribe
divine creator a bit uptight.
Categories:
alarmist, 10th grade, 12th grade,
Form: Dramatic Verse
Trump, from afar, is a lunatic, a maniac,
A complete unemotional psychopath.
He talks like an imbecile- a crazy, a loony
A very real alarmist sociopath.
Wanting the people’s adulation, for his ego, his strength,
He talks, his first option war.
For any made up problem, he talks of having no destitute;
He’ll fill his armies with the poor.
Because he knows the people don’t care, they have no warmth,
It's He they will underestimate.
His lack of respect, his lack of empathy, of sense,
He just won’t tolerate.
Other cultures and other societies,
He’ll use Power to your nation’s detriment.
Making the U.S., your country once so proud,
Become so irrelevant.
Categories:
alarmist, corruption, crazy, fear, humor,
Form: Rhyme
Another day, another “fifty cents”
We used to say “another dollar”
But this is the year two thousand twelve
At current prices, you wanna holler
It's the age of out of control spending
We're lucky to survive every month
Where it's all heading is anybody's guess
We need to save up a whole big bunch
Save for the future, I know it's hard
But money you can put away now
Will seem like money straight from heaven
When you no longer can push a plough
I may be an alarmist, you could be right
But it's a matter of survival for me
Before long, it's five minutes to midnight
So be prepared as you possibly can be
Another day, another “fifty cents”
Have you checked out the price of eggs?
We're lucky to rub two pennies together
Except for what we get when we beg!
© Jack Ellison 2012
Categories:
alarmist, funny, money,
Form: Quatrain
People scoff at "the fat" because being overweight is
not gauche,
It doesn't matter what they wear,
Prada or Coach,
They are alienated like roaches,
Yet, if human beings are too skinny,
They are said to be diseased or
suffering from internal hatred,
Genes and DNA are never considered,
The red alert goes out, with rumours
forecasting their inevitable deaths,
The skinny may only be useful in fashion,
Designers' favorite pets,
hated and despised, because their metabolism
flutters faster than flies,
The envious rumours of drugs that circulate,
can only be born from folks who get a kick
out of berating,
Life is never a picnic for the skinny and feral,
because they are wrongfully scorned by alarmist
shrieking "Anti-Bacterial!"
Categories:
alarmist, introspection
Form: Light Verse
Stones keep finding their target. I'm the chosen one.
I'm the only one that breaks this time.
Let's start tracking what's honest. I must be painted red and white.
Stones keep breaking a promise. I'm the vagabond.
I'm the moving disk to meet your throw.
Let's keep points on the hardest, you keep on slinging at my bones.
I keep sounding alarmist. I like to complain.
I should like it when I break.
I'm not staying to watch this, when everyone brings the rain.
Categories:
alarmist, satire,
Form: Lyric
The clock at zero hour
freezes in the ivory tower,
with a face fixed to extol
a chime of midnight for the soul.
When the hands will sweep no more
the whistle-blower snares the corps,
studied with alarmist eyes
this life expectancy of flies.
Is the waiting so severe,
with the outcome yet unclear,
that the mind may not conceive
when death is gnawing at the sleeve?
Never once the dogs of war
retracted savage tooth or claw,
so what organic could withstand
this butcher’s yard in no man’s land?
Roll out a circus ruled by freaks,
where hangs an atmosphere that reeks
of desperation and dismay
and generations blown away.
The clock at zero hour
bates the breath and tramps the flower
in the grist of flesh and mud,
petals drowned in death and blood.
Categories:
alarmist, death, history, life, loss,
Form: I do not know?
An alarmist in white
with those pale frosted eyes
She's the edge of burnt autumn
in the winter's disguise
With her peacock cloak velvet
and her wind-painted cheeks
She emerges with lavish
as the summertime weeps
With a wink and a whisper
she turns down the night
She strips off the trees
and locks them up tight
A brush of her cloak
blows the sunshine away
while the seedlings gone latent
grow solemn to pray
She's a spectacle true
with an ice covered crown
With clear clinking ribs
and a perpetual frown
But the one foe she has
is the turn of the earth
A gradual waking
a time of rebirth
This lady must melt
as the sun gains it's strength
'though she stretches her hands
to the infinite lengths
and attempts to hang on
with an frost bitten hand
She slips soft into liquid
and seeps into the land
This alarmist in white
in the shadows does keep
as the summer begins
She falls fast into sleep...
Categories:
alarmist, life, nature, seasons,
Form: Quatrain