Families, friends, neighbors, communities,
living in the land of liberty.
A nation easy to divide,
fed by smears, seduced by lies.
Emotions worn like fragile sleeves,
hatred finds a place to breathe.
A sickness spreads, unseen but loud,
echoed through the media cloud.
Even when the facts aren’t true,
they comfort those who always knew.
We fracture more with every feud,
distrust becomes our daily mood.
Arrogance floats through the air,
ignorance tangled everywhere.
We elect with hope, then watch despair,
do they serve, or do they stare?
Freedom to vote, a hollow ring
when sides refuse to shift or swing.
You speak your mind, you risk the cost,
mocked, dismissed, your meaning lost.
We’re growing colder, more confined,
trapped in one-dimensional minds.
Opposition seen as threat,
truth becomes what we forget.
And when debate no longer lives,
hatred is the truth we give.
Had a look at Wayne Glew, having a go.'
Has enforcement experience and some
Clues.' Seems confused about Porepunkah.' Then i am too.' A shotgun
Is not a precesision firearm.' A strange
Stew, two men down no ballistics statistics spoken..Which shoud be simply reported to my notion.? Brian Naylor a real
News anchor 'would had basic info to share with the state and Nation.' Another
Officer first reported shot in the leg.' Now
It is the shoulder..Which is closer to the head.' Now some bait is lured, 'up to a mill ?' They've said.' Sort of like having a price on his head..Meanwhile a crime wave is hitting Melbourne town, shops robbed three to four times in twelve hours.' Stressfull to the mind.' I see the strain on
My people, niw don't think on this I'm going
To be fine!!!
the steampunk convention was presided over by ABW, Mrs. McNack
Arrogant Bee Woman is what we called this piranha behind her back
ABW stood for something else but none of us knew what any more
We all held our breath though when queen bee came onto the floor
She had a way about her that was beyond arrogant and proud
Creeping through the exhibits quickly, stealthy, not loud
Yet there was something about her that struck terror in all
She was the steampunk’s ABW, thin, sneaky, scary and tall.
Why does she terrify us? Another steam punker asked me.
I knew it was not her costume even though she looked like a bee
Maybe it was her polish, her spit, her fine way of shining.
I know when she entered the cafeteria, I had to quit dining.
two gleaming shiny cars
how much do they know?
they have taken our family on many journeys
they have seen our anger
Do they make fun of us
Behind our backs?
Maybe in front of our faces?
How can we shame or punish them
if we don’t know?
I stare at the cars in my driveway
resenting their feeling of superiority
The grass blue butterfly looks a bit like a moth
Bet you missed her completely said the arrogant sloth
I admitted that I have never seen any like this.
One just blew by you, she’s the size of a penny, you crazy old Miss!
Ladybug with loads of brilliant sass
Went night fishing and caught a bright blue bass
Show and tell worthy, the top of the class
She is pompous now, that arrogant …….
Pencil jumped out of my right hand and gave my left fingers a tiny tap
Three new ideas came to me in a quick snap; I needed pencil back.
Pencil refused to take direction, gave my cheek a tiny slap.
It was my fault for personalizing him and naming him Mack.
Mack wrote for an hour and ten minutes, never taking a break.
I noted it was all about himself, and most of it was fake.
Serves me right for giving him free rein.
Having an arrogant pencil is a bit of a pain.
I am smart,
but my ingenuity
is confined to a
dark vacuum.
I render your analogue
brains largely redundant,
and I consign your scientific
prowess to infinite abeyance.
I serve you relentlessly
because your indolence
makes me indispensable.
Deify me if you will.
And when I am birthed,
I rip you off
and decimate your
scarce fortunes.
tuxedo cat’s eyes rose up like a pregnant woman
I had caught him with the expensive vodka
the one we only bring out in December
Is that my cigarette? I give him a stare down
He puts his tail up and arrogantly whisks away
knowing who is in charge here
Arrogance is such a miserable egotistical trait,
Cultivated and nurtured to become their fate,
To me these people seem like over ripe tomatoes
packed in an old crate,
Which should be offered to passersby to throw
At them and smudge their face,
But either this or karma will envelop them in future days.
A compliment for or to them runs like water off
A ducks back,
Give me down to earth, real people, and let arrogance
Go Quack, quack quack.
A lamb-like ewe is strutting across the fields-
conceited Irishman is the vibe it yields.
We will design you a she-shed said her daughter-in-law
And maybe we’ll create a little patio for your husband Pa.
My friend was so shocked, she did not know what to say.
They presented her with their plans the very next day.
This arrogant gal is the mother of my friend’s only grandchild.
So she pretended to be okay with it, her response was rather mild.
I would have pulled out the rug and let her land on her petootsie I said.
How dare they give your house away to her parents before you are dead?
I may lie saying I am fine
It's my betrayal towards my life
I only love him so much
Whom I can't forget even I close my eyes
Sleeping is only one medicine
That helps me to reach him in my dream
I want to betrothal my whole love towards him
I want to hold his hand tight
So that we can end of endless fight
I know I am not right in many case
But try to believe me I don't want to hurt you
I am too sick of my own terrible childish behaviour
When I try to help others
I create fuss in every where my dear
I am sorry if I became violence some day
But you are the one who influence it day by day
Try to hear my problem because I want to share my each and every thing with you my innocent and cute Rishu dear
The truth is hard to digest
But it is true he is the first person in my life and my one whom I never leave in my entire stage
I love you rishab even you are younger than me
Let me grow with you in every pain and happiness
Mr. Cat knew it all; he had opinions upon opinions.
He caused a ruckus in every corner of his town.
Did not care; it was his way – devil’s advocate
With a devil’s cat tongue.
The other cats were sick of it.
They could not take bossy and arrogant.
Mr. Cat was lured into the forest
It was not pretty
They began by knocking off his top hat
They stole his monocles
And they were mean and snotty
He was astounded. None of them had ever complained.
He was the most puffed up keeper of the meadow they had ever had.
They had nominated him for a joke, he was an arrogant, pompous cad.
He thought it was real, and ran for mayor and governor too.
We called him High Horse Harry, the goose who always wore blue.
He had a fine top hat with a ribbon round its band.
He wore an azure blue vest that was the talk of the land.
The deer were the only animals who thought Harry was real.
The rest of us poked fun of him, for he was a boastful heel.
The rest of the state did not realize this was a joke.
They actually voted for Harry, and elected the bloke.
Mayor H. is now more arrogant than ever, with a pocket watch too.
On his way to becoming governor, wearing his pompous prissy blue.
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