Father’s Day has come and gone,
There was a card and a gift,
Mother’s Day is never done,
An only child works in shifts.
Paint by numbers, whitewashed souls,
The abstract always less not more,
Blacktop shoes worn down to soles,
Art will ignore work obscure( for sure).
No point to shine such whitewashed light,
I know the truth, past loon, past goon,
A blue hue gates from a black light,
We see only night this side of the moon.
Blades of grass grow green as Grace,
Sun and dirt and kids at play,
Time and place get lost in space,
Mud and rain wash away the day.
Categories:
asses, angst, anxiety, beautiful, betrayal,
Form: Rhyme
Two young girls were colouring,
In their colouring books
One was choosing pencils
The other having a look
To pick a suitable hue
After much consideration
She chose the colour blue
It looked like a blue donkey
Her friend looked up and saw
Hee Haw laughed her friend
And said "She could not ignore
The fact
She had never seen
A blue donkey before"
She asked her friend
What she had coloured
She answered, a clown
I've used many colours
Although most of it is red
Doesn't he look funny
Standing on his head
Her friend stared at her
She was not very pleased
She was still feeling cross
The way that she had been teased
She knew her friend's colouring in
Was more eye-catching than her own
Blue donkeys are original
That means they stand alone
Both of these children
Had no reason to compete
They both had different ideas
And that indeed is neat
How sweet.
Categories:
asses, 1st grade,
Form: Rhyme
Even Smart Asses Will Bow
Even smart asses will bow or kneel,
hardest of hearts will someday feel.
Proud will taste their humble pie,
toughest of men will wail and cry.
Wind will reap whirlwind,
sinners will see their end.
For most, this comes as a shock.
Time ended, but where was the clock.
You thought death was it, nothing more,
now wait till you see what's in store.
All you're life, your pride and sin,
fed and clothed your heart of tin.
The king rides his charger of white,
man of self now sees his plight.
His eyes pierce, your laid bare.
No place to hide from his holy stare.
It's too late and you know it,
your lips are forced to show it.
Before the king, now it's sealed,
even smart asses will have to kneel.
Daniel- July 2013
Categories:
asses, dark, destiny, gospel, judgement,
Form: Rhyme
My yard thrives in wildness.
Patches of dirt- cowlicks of grass.
Every shade of unknown flowers.
My yard is a swayback horse.
Amidst rows of sequined asses
That live just up the hill.
Their lawns sprayed slick with poisonous perfection.
Rarely, they give me a dismissive wave, but never see them smile.
My yard thrives in wildness, and they hate me for it.
Categories:
asses, life,
Form: Rhyme
two brass asses clash in blades of glass
as we stare looking sadly at each other
two donkeys in a lea, under a tree of hate
we bray at each other at all hours of the day
we stand in the branching shadow of mounting darkness
two donkeys in a lea, under a tree of hate
our eyes show contempt in the face of stringing sorrow
we stand in the branching shadow of mounting darkness
we break bread to live to hate upon being sated
two donkeys in a lea, under a tree of hate
we bray at each other at all hours of the day
we break bread to live to hate upon being sated
as we stare looking sadly at each other
connie pachecho
2/11/17
Categories:
asses, anger, betrayal, hate,
Form: Pantoum
Professorial glasses
don't prevent to wiggle asses.
Categories:
asses, age, body, fun, humor,
Form: Couplet
Elephants and Asses
By Franklin Price
1/3/2016
Elephants and asses
It's oh so apropos
They represent the parties
We know that it is so
The elephant throws it weight around
And stomps feet to and fro
The ass refuses movement
To go where it should go
Seems to me that's how it is
Neither will cooperate
There's no negotiation
Both of them are second rate
Conservative or liberal
It's only just a name
The public are the referees
To officiate this foolish game
There are so many penalties
That's what the game is all about
How either makes a touchdown
Guess we never will find out
Both think they've won if there's a tie
At least the other's not the champ
If anyone cooperates
They're traitors to the other camp
The loser is this country
There will be no Super Bowl
Until the Elephants and Asses
Get their heads out of the hole
Categories:
asses, political,
Form: Rhyme
On the frozen lake the ass had gone asleep
While slumbering he did not know
his heat devolved the ice below
In despair the ass abound
underwater and quickly drowned.
Categories:
asses, winter, wisdom, youth,
Form: ABC
In asses no classes,
All are the same case,
In cl-asses,
All are asses,
But,
The teachers assess one!
Categories:
asses, identity, student, teacher,
Form: Imagism
Blessed to have the love of such sweet souls
Here at this gathering of friends
There aren't too many sites around quite like this
Love and writing, a true blend
So many genuine friends here on The Soup
With such loving hearts so large
To trust these people with guarding my soul
I'd never had to think very hard
We as a group could show this old world
That true love is the reason for life
It's why we were created, why we were born
Cost of war is a real heavy price
They should listen to us, the poets of the world
We don't have all of the answers
But I'm sure we could surely do a better job
Than this bunch of murderous asses
© Jack Ellison 2013
Categories:
asses, love,
Form: Quatrain
RELIGION IS THE OPIATE OF THE ASSES (yet more genius ignored)
I see these phools passing by geniuses and sages
Trying to tell the masses how to turn the pages
But they don’t hear their words all they do is look
And because of their ignorance they’ll never read the book
Theses sages stand on the street spouting words others don’t hear
I know theY'RE all idiots because all they do is stare
But rather than adhere to what they have to say
They stay for three minutes and then take their away
These geniuses and sages have somehow found a clue
And all they want to do is share it with both me and you
I see, I observe, I weep from what I hear
Because these morons walk away from sages whose wisdom is made clear
Yet I see these phools pass by and stop for a while
But they refuse to learn and I find that vile
They LISTEN TO words they hear yet do not understand
That there ain’t a soul who sees a man in danger and will lend a helping hand
© 2011.…Phreepoetree ! ~free cee!~
Categories:
asses, angst, words,
Form: Quatrain
RELIGION IS THE OPIATE OF THE ASSES (yet more genius ignored)
I see these phools passing by geniuses and sages
Trying to tell the masses how to turn the pages
But they don’t hear their words all they do is to look
And because of their ignorance they’ll never read the book
Theses sages stand on the street spouting words the foolish don’t hear
I know their all idiots because all they do is stand there and glare
But rather than adhere to what these sages have to say
They stay for three minutes and then take their away
These geniuses and sages have somehow found a clue
And all they want to do is share it with both me and you
I see, I observe, then I weep from what I hear
Because those morons walk away from sages whose wisdom is made clear
Yet I see these phools pass by and stop for a while
But they refuse to learn from them and I find that vile
They emote words they hear yet do not understand
Such as there ain’t a soul who sees a man in danger but won’t lend a helping hand
© 2011.…Phreepoetree ! ~free cee!~
Categories:
asses, angst, words,
Form: Quatrain
Oppressor has three A’s….By Peter Onyancha
Alas,
The witch has three asses
The beast in front
The head atop
And the garbage behind
See him at night.
Categories:
asses, people
Form: Epigram