The left’s declared war on the right
The right’s declared war on the left
When they finish with each other
In the center aught will be left
Moonlight’s bright tonight.
Let’s go outside and play
In the fields of the village.
Morning’s far away.
Still crisp air holds its breath
In silence as we watch
Moonlit shadows creeping west,
Forever out of reach.
We try to chase the shadows
Running through the trees,
Standing tall like rocket ships
Against the lonely seas.
Come along and run with me,
The fields await our gaze.
There lay mysteries to be seen
Beyond the twilight haze.
We’ll chase our noble destiny
Into the howling storm
And catch those fleeting shadows,
Running with open arms.
We’ve stayed in this tiny village
Longer than we aught.
The world awaits, bold and bright
Even if we’re caught.
It’s time to make our journey
To lands far and wide.
I’d rather face the future
With you by my side.
Moonlight’s bright tonight.
Let’s go outside and play.
Time to forge our future,
In the streets with me today.
Though I traveled the world
I never did find
aught but vacuous
women and wine
Distant shores
promised gold
panned for weeks
then got rolled
Wonders of nature
thrilled me not
manmade marvels
I quickly forgot…
A fitting end to
all my adventures
Woe is me ~ I lost
my dentures
Look at the way they cheer
The way they rant and geer
All that desire to learn and
they leared
I see a chance to venture on
paths unknown to me
I feel it's my plight in life
to seize a moment i need to be
For only a moment i might feel
the light of glee
Edited my life story it seems
less in reality
and more in my dreams
Vintage in thoughts
Reemed with rot
I am though i aught
to care or to not
Dwindle in my capacity
i ask of thee to flee
from mental gratuity
And hope the majority
can catch up with the moral reality
Laying out by the pool, Jules was caught
wearing less than the rules said she aught
She was asked by the cop
why she'd cast off her top
Her reply? "it's s July and I'm hot"
S-hould
H-ave
I-nstructed
E-very
L-ife's
L-esson
A-nd
M-essage,
A-s
Y-ou
T-aught
E-ach
O-rder
F-rom
I-mmortal
L-ord
O-penly
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Monocrostic (Birthday of Shiellamay Teofilo)
I know some members feel like what's been described here but truly Poetry Soup is a wonderful site And I am glad to be a part. Thank you soupers.
To think I've been, in this soup
Probably a year
No matter how hard I write
I'm nowhere getting near
Rob I think I had it
And I'm really getting pissed
What the hell is going on
Why can't I make The List
There are a hundred poems
Wrote by just a few
It's always the same poets
There seems there's nothing new
Who's the one I have to pay
And what's the going fee
To put my poems at the top
The place they aught to be
I know, they hold back comments
In hopes that I won't stay
Secretly between themselves
They wish I'd go away
Outside of the click, I guess
That's the way I'm being viewed
It's just not my great poetry
It's me that's being screwed
Obscenity in action, with trusted land managment out of
Action..The la la la landers.' With blisterless hands.' Set
Overgrowth conditions.' It could not be worse if planned.'
After bushfires have raveged.' They decide 'to kill' at least
Seven hundred Koalas..It gives me the chills.' Riding in
Helicopters.' Clinical and cold.' The result of a green plan
That is now overly bold.' Things must change.' And for the
Better.' Get local farmers involved their 'lore not of the letter' yet drawn from the love of that place where i have
Walked.' From generational learning.' Listen as we aught.'
Yet there is focus on new buildings and unesco rules..
These Koalas now the sacrifice.' For no doubt 'convid era
Initiatve leading fools.!!
The groom should assume while he’s there,
He ought not say aught au contraire.
Polish your shoes,
Smile at all news,
Till one and a one are a pair.
I walk this walk in winter’s fog
along the path to fill each day.
Each stranger I see barely nods,
they pass by without aught to say.
Against the cold I wrap my coat
while trying to ignore the sting
and thoughts of all the miles ahead
that passing through this season brings.
I still recall the trees in color.
It seems like just a day ago.
I dream of time in warmth of summer.
Let me tell you this - I know
that spring will yet again return
despite the cold that grips me now.
The sun again will someday burn,
and I will make it through somehow.
So, while I sojourn through this season,
I’ll pray for a better day
and smile knowing that there’s a reason
for passing through this gloom of grey.
~ Limerick Style * ~
Some maintain that ‘thought is for aught’
At least that’s what I have been taught
But thought fathers the deed
It plants the tiny seed ~
Without which great doings are naught
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*A limerick in form, as opposed to content.
Not meant to be a side-splitter, but rather
'contemplative humor.'
There once was a dumb builder named jack
who put bricks on a sink in a stack
didn’t do what he aught ta
Now the floors full of water
A mistake that then got him the sack
In December of nineteen hundred and one,
Experts everywhere said it couldn’t be done.
In a piece in the North American Review,
The Navy’s chief engineer conveyed his view.
The brothers were wrong - man would never take flight,
But in aught-three, the world knew the brothers Wright.
I hold all my truths to be a nuisance.
I hold all my shortcomings to be a riddle.
Through smoke and fog of plenty I am blinded to that which I should fear but in pride I do not.
Comfort is a great hubris.
What distracts that which we deam pleasurable?
What cause can awake us.
Does it always have to be horrible?
Press hard my friend
To see the end
Dont worry if you win
Fate is not your kin
My lasting thought
I swear I aught
To wear and tout
The spring has frought
Penance is paid
Pain is laid
I rouse this maiden of staunch confused cadence.
The stench of death is the only fragrance
But im alive you see
Birthed in this fools venture, but free
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