Baggy green pledge..be mean one could allege
New depths seen to dredge vent spleen sledge
Obscene lexicon ledge to get that slight edge
What do you know here we go first blow
Folks well blokes pokes jokes at Stokes
Campaigner entertainer a cocky complainer
Yawn..forlorn well worn scorn of Kiwi born
Ropey guff about Bazball stuff being dopey
Out of whack flak attack now back on track
Aussie stacks of hacks on a have a go retainer
Haven’t forgotten when Jonny went Rotten
Lost his cool in that whole Lord’s Baz brawl
When Ben’s mens’ gall did enthrall and appall
So one trite slight after another in a row
In a cruel crow from our oldest coldest foe
They bestow their woe of “average Joe”
Get snooty about the beauty of our Rooty
Get fruity saying our defender’s a pretender
Won’t ever get one booty ton while on Oz duty
Just what you’d predict from a convict offender
You wait mate..till your guest & great contender for
Crest of Test best goes on a big spender bender
The land I love and grew on ,
to the shores down east abound;
things have gotten out of hand,
and no safe place can be found.....
It matter's not where you're from,
or the color of your skin ;
if this is the land you call home,
help stop the clamor and the din ....
I beg of you Sir ,Donald Trump;
with all allege d's I have said,
I stand behind your efforts ;
Using Military within ....
And any illegal caught here ,
who has a record from prison ,
most certainly is deported;
how the did they get in ???
I would like to see an America ,
where Border's are secured ,
by our Military forces ;
so all feel reassured ....
There is much wrong with certain programs ,
but bystander that I am ;
all I can do is point things out ,
and left feeling pretty thin......
America needs one last hurrah ,
a cheer for one and all;
and get back on track together;
Free to all stand tall ....
Safety is just awareness;
though at times you let it go ,
its not about the guns out there ;
its who has them in the flow.....
Never have I given Rates ,
of any place I been ,
I only been to the USA ;
The Untied States again....
They shout ‘Not in my name’
as if for Israel’s self-defense
they were to blame
They scream ‘Globalize the Intifada’
as if their voices ever mattered
They chant ‘Palestine will be ‘free’
from the River to the Sea
without a clue as to what that means
They denounce the IDF from their comfortable American homes
allege Al-Jazeera-reported ‘Israeli atrocities’ in vulgar poems
They are ‘Peace Now,’ ‘J Street,’ ‘progressive’ Jews ~
whom the Mullahs aim to slaughter when they so choose
Walk on by as I sit upon a ledge of self-destruction.
I seek no sympathy, just a hand to hold and to pull me from the edge.
I am deserving Aren't I?
Those so-called words they forcefully allege
Stepping forward by myself
Never will I follow the leader, But this I will instead,
Lead my own path that's right for me
A life lived astray I pledge
Swamp Critters
Problem Solvers Or Nut’s?
Miracle Man
2/1/2024
America’s problems, mortal man can’t solve,
and elected officials seem to watch time evolve.
Things of importance to them, they negotiate,
much of which the average person can’t relate.
“For the good of the American people” is a pet line,
they’re paid big bucks just to argue and whine.
They seldom agree so they’re swift to impeach,
later praising self, in some meaningless speech.
Political parties have become one giant wedge,
each telling a story that’s seldom as they allege.
Our current border problems they are ignoring,
perhaps that’s the reason I hear loud snoring.
A swamp filled with critters that hiss and spew,
but In congress what they say, we’re forced to do.
what I need is add
some of my poems and am glad
are those which i had
Will add some of these
as other new poems.
when we will allege
should be able to besiege
poems gain much prestige
when we realize
exhausted all of our tries
won to our surprise
After watching football game.
when we saw stampede
first fast horse has been in lead
which is what they need
when in a cluster
some were stolen by hustler
horse had much luster
when following star
searching for Jesus they are
wisemen way out far
when Jesus was born
may have been early one morn
His love did adorn
world never the same
Jesus would save lame and maim
from heaven he came
would sing song of praise
while sheep and cattle did graze
God has many ways
when fire would burn
learned about Jesus return
which is what we yearn
God is always great
see His Son will be our fate
which we anticipate
So which one is the best.
Why so blue my little butterfly
is it because you cannot fly
have they closed the windows on you
dimmed your pretty shades of blue?
Why do you perch along the ledge
have you lost your nature hedge
Are you waiting for the sun's allege
for it to cause a little open wedge?
Why do they trap you inside like this
and take you away from your magic abyss
Do they not know that your wings are amiss
when they shut the world on you like this?
Oh dear, oh my,
You poor little magpie,
1 for sorrow is what is said,
And here you sit solo twitching your head,
For where is your sweetheart
Shouldn't you be together not apart
As the rhyme suggests
2 for joy is what comes next
Oh my, oh yes
A pair of magpies
that's whats best
Sitting together twitching your heads
Until 3 for a girl and 4 for a boy pop out their eggs,
In which case you'll need to build yourselves a pretty big nest.
Let's hope the remainder of the rhyme rings true
And your family will be blessed too
With precious metals that you'll find and fetch
5 for silver 6 for gold or so it's said to allege
the glistening so mesmerising so hypnotising
You must have it, To stash in your collection that's ever rising
Safely hidden in a location Mr magpie will not be disclosing or advertising.
Because 7 Is the secret he plans to continue hiding
Our love is like a pothole in the road -
the world goes rushing by, but it remains.
Midst turbulence, a love that’s overflowed,
carved out by harsh conditions, freezing rains.
A rocky base with cracks around the edge,
exposed by a veneer that’s worn too thin,
a fault or failed condition, some allege,
a patch best soon applied with much chagrin...
But I say no, the gravel and the grit
are gems beneath a layer trials expose.
Though ravages of time have had their way,
a beauty to mine eye, they have bestowed.
Our love is like a pothole plain to see,
a never-tiring joy to splash with glee.
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for the 2022 Poetry Marathon Mile 23 Poetry Contest
sponsored by Mark Toney
written on 2/12/2022
A Roomba* in England went AWOL;
It disappeared from a hotel.
They searched high and low
All the spots it might go
With no help from the whole clientele.
The word got around as expected
As well-wishers cheered its escape;
But employees allege
It was found ‘neath a hedge,
None the worse for its trip, not a scrape.
Now it’s back with its friends in a closet,
Consigned to the rooms on the floor;
Yet it will not forget
What it did, but I’ll bet
It’s the vacuum that Nature’d abhor.
*a robot vacuum
Jack and Jill left (with Trump) Capitol Hill
Fauci sent along both vaccine and pill
Because Corona had mutated
Jack came back, Jill on his back
Said: Side effects imitated being **castrated!
**Drs. Vosloo and Chetty in South Africa, - who saved scores of infected persons' lives in their separate practices - allege "poisons" in the vaccine are meant to control global human population.
AS THE CHOSEN WANDERS
MORTALS ALLEGE OWNERSHIP OF PURE KNOWLEDGE
TO DECODE AND ANSWER EVERY UNIVERSAL RIDDLE
LIVING WITHIN HEARTS AND MINDS IS PRIMAL RAGE
BLACK AS NIGHT WITH THE DEEPEST SHADE OF EVIL
BIOLOGICAL ENTITY EMBRACING PLANETARY MOTION
EVOLVE NOT BY MANIPULATIONS OF PRIME NUMBERS
CONSCIOUSNESS IS A RARE TRANSCENDENT POTION
FIRE AND ICE WILL NEVER EXTINGUISH LIKE EMBERS
THE MAGIC OF LOVE TELLS A TALE OF ENCHANTMENT
WHILE A QUINTESSENTIAL SPIRIT ALWAYS WONDERS
INCESSANTLY REACHING TO UNFURL THE FIRMAMENT
AT THE EDGE OF INFINITY AS THE CHOSEN WANDERS
Written about 12 years ago
aboard a massive cruise liner
Poised at the universe’s edge,
In consternation, I allege,
“I’m lost, Dear Lord.” I beg and plead,
“Just show me the path; I’ll proceed.”
Fearful to stray from my tower,
How I marvel at Your power!
My wounds of indecision bleed;
Just show me the path; I’ll proceed.
Lost in vast waves of dark and light,
I try to find the road that’s right.
At crossroads, Your guidance I need;
Just show me the path; I’ll proceed.
As our Earth swirls among the stars,
From mortal sin, I bear the scars.
So help me make my fears recede;
Just show me the path; I’ll proceed.
January 7, 2020
Moral Decay
(A Tom Wright opinion)
1-3-2020
Our country is now mired in moral decay,
By the actions of many, being coddled today.
Attitudes are bad and our skins are too thin,
And its all come about because of mankind’s sin.
Two words I hear bandied are racist and bully,
I wonder if many grasp their meaning fully.
Or do they just fit the narrative which they allege,
Some spend each day attempting to drive this wedge.
Social media allows speech not said face to face,
This cowardly behavior is an outright disgrace.
Some nitpick and whine over words in a speech,
Indoctrinating minds with things we can’t unteach.
“what is morally wrong cannot be politically right”
William Gladstone
who are you, who do you say you are
who are you, who do you allege you are
I am me, me I am
so for allege
who are you, who do you say you are
who are you, who serve you say you are
leader or follower
allege so for we all should follow God
This is who we are followers of God
8/27/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.©
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