As the light entwines with the shadows fine
Feeding my fire..I believe.! Is The Lord Devine; who takes us
Higher.' I've no axe to grind..As was in former times.'
I am open to listen.'
I can see a rich glisten.. at the periphery of my
Indeed Limited vision.' Was that a wolf.' Or a
Brother.? May confusion not smother.' the
Sharing of visions,i let there be faith not
Derision...All humanity He made them..From
One Word." truly amazing.)
Pundits preachers politicians
you may see
attorneys too
and even agree with me
I think you'll find
all have an agenda
with an axe to grind
lining their pockets
feathering their nest
keeping their cards
close to the chest
saying one thing
doing another
I'd take 'em out and shoot 'em
if I had my druthers
and then there's censorship
where one man's word rules the roost
to remain silent would be
a gag order self-induced
Bricusse and Newley had it right
when they wisely wrote
'Stop the world, I want to get off!'
a verbatim quote
I can't bring myself
to read the front page news
with which they string us along
as portrayed by the views
of those with a vested interest
or the rest with an axe to grind
who must think we're all
just deaf dumb and blind
to the truth of which there's more
in the speech balloons
of the funny characters
in the Sunday cartoons
they're merely a means of selling
ink-stained pulp derived from wood
it's all a waste of paper
other than those comic strips
and really only good
for wrapping fish and chips
a penny saved is a penny earned
adding insult to injury, her love was spurned
afraid of his own shadow and against all odds
airing his dirty laundry happened to both Todds
the all mighty dollar earned by a chip off the old block
all talk no action and an axe to grind, said Mrs. McLock
barking up the wrong tree was a little dog too
quiet as a mouse was my mean Aunt Louise Sue.
'It takes one to know one', so they do state,
but that won't take you far,
as we're never told exactly who these 'they' are.
'It's not what you know, it's who you know',
so the saying goes,
but the devil is in the details,
and I say, 'It's what you know about whom you know,'
which really goes to show,
whomsoever holds the power prevails.
'You have to give them what they want', so it is said,
but that only adds to my pique,
as I know not those 'them' of whom they speak.
Some may say 'I have an axe to grind',
but that's neither here nor there,
as I take issue with; 'they', 'who' and 'them' unknown,
yes it's my cross to bear.
Blessed with Love
Blessed is a man who real love can find
Deep in the heart of a companion soul,
Who speaks the silken language of the mind
And ever dreams of reaching the same goal.
Blessed is a man who real love can find,
Streaming through eyes of his beloved one,
Words of sweetness that have no axe to grind
And percolate his veins one after one.
Blessed is a man who real love can find
By merging his and his mate`s soul as whole,
Whose smiles alike to the morning sunshine
Clear the haze as sun in the sky enfolds.
Blessed is a man who real love can find
Ever in memory of time enshrined.
muddy the waters
~ taking all the footwear when
the rain starts to fall
Father waters he'll
hold ~ I swear it's gospel truth
chicken little's right
pour cold water on
should stop fights with you ~ but not
all sayings perfect
uncharted waters
~ idea map for ships to
follow make-up one
be water off a
duck's back ~ finger pointing an
axe to grind slander
blood is thicker than
water ~ our family line
has drawn our pure blood
Written 2 August 2023
Submitted to No. 1233 New Poem only Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand
A Blessed Soul
Blessed is a soul who at his health can care,
At the beauty of nature stands and stares.
Blessed is a soul who can reign his own mind
And the virtuous path with ease ever finds.
Blessed is a soul who down himself can peer
And access his inner self without fear.
Blessed is a soul who still can steer his life
And can reach the peak of peace without strife.
Blessed is a soul without an axe to grind,
Who truly aims to raise the human kind.
Blessed is a soul who down himself can peer
And whose goal is to reach the divine sphere.
No cut can be made from a rusty blade.
No blade can sever a noble endeavor.
No great divide from a loss of pride,
Your character shines forever and ever.
No peace of mind with an axe to grind.
No one to blame for personal shame.
No place to turn for a failure to learn,
History echoes and calls out your name.
Princess! The smile of your angel face may never depart.
Sweetheart! wake up and give your day a fresh new start.
Your beauty and charm God can no longer exalt.
You are a precious queen, with a diamond heart.
Till you do not open your eyes, how dare the Sun can shine.
You can turn the waters into delicious wine.
I wish I could forever call you mine.
Because you are really a masterpiece of Divine.
You are the sunshine of my life and pleasure in dismays.
You are sweeter than sweets and more luminous than the first morning rays.
You ignite my thoughts and make my imagination blaze.
The reason for my smile and the light to my dark days.
Every day, you are the first thought coming to my mind.
The only person, I see, who has no axe to grind.
Loving when beside me and praying from behind.
You are unique, and there is no one of your kind.
Listen! Don’t fret over the past and worry about the things.
You are more valuable than a lot of inherited rings of the kings.
C’mon conquer the sky with your powerful wings.
The saddening autumn is gone, Now, there are springs.
For you, everywhere are springs, everywhere are springs
In a house of cards
in torrential rain
social media overload
floods my brain.
Wave after wave
you feel the pain.
Heading down the hallway
into the dark,
the imminent
and dissonant
hellhounds bark.
From the penthouse of hypocrisy
I jumped onto a train
Heading nowhere and arriving too soon
I watch as a little girl forever reaches
for her red balloon.
The Queen of hearts has her axe to grind
Her targets locked.
She rears back
Lowers her blade
As another head drops
We’re well away from this blood lust fray
It’s just a matter of time
til the skeletal banshees and their vigilantes
wave red flags
for their divergent paths
Driving away
ALL that is meek
ALL that is good
Running in circles
forever misunderstood
In a black glass
Chipped and cracked
You can see them still
Never approaching
Never fulfilled
In a timeless dance
They writhe and flay
This storys’ musical refrain
Frozen silent
Their world will ever remain.
Free Verse Old or New Poetry Contest
Sponsor Joseph May
Vehicles of verse serve to prove
how passions and purposes move
from mind to mind.
Our choice letters turn into words;
missives sung by persuasive birds
no axe to grind.
Optimal words will brake at lines
to drive the stanzas home by signs
a nest to find.
While I prefer form as my gauge
some free range bards refuse that cage
the wing-it kind.
Vehicles of verse are the arm
empowering content to charm
when wined and dined.
August 19, 2020
contest Second Chances NA poems of 2020 Part III
hostess: Chantelle Anne Cooke
received NA in Emile Pinet's contest: Tail Rhyme Stanza Poetry Contest judged 8/26/2020
Another Tom Wright Opinion
1-1-2020
Our society is suffering,
because of all the fake news.
Many practice “spinning”,
while presenting their views.
Those reporting the news,
should remain non-aligned.
But seems everybody now days,
has an axe to grind.
Politicians and pundits,
aren’t alone in this debasing.
We can’t recognize the truth,
when it we are facing.
Some fill their day,
dispensing mostly idle chatter.
It’s ratings that counts,
and facts no longer matter.
Many have schemes to pull,
or have angles to play.
Because we’re now living,
In a post-truth society today.
*Image of Walks Warns by Wage.com.
Blues In White
Dressed in white, she looked so refined,
Then I got a text, from who, was undefined,
Message opened eyes, and was well timed,
As I searched the vacuums of my mind,
An emptied cranium is all I would find,
'Tis words to spew as I have an axe to grind,
Of a sordid brief affair where love was blind,
As lies beget lies, for she was one of a kind,
For she had a lover, though she declined,
Says she loved me in soft repeats, to remind,
But at that point, I was far too resigned,
My vagrant mouth said words that maligned,
Every name in the book, for I was unkind,
Then I took a breath, so that I would unwind,
Laid my ring on a book, that was left unsigned,
As she stood by the altar, leaving her behind,
For 'twas our wedding day, I have just outlined.
2019 May 20
*1st Place*
A BRIAN STRAND 1091
~~Brian Strand: Judged 2022 March 18
My snarling flash drive
numbed my approach
as I drove fifty clicks
into the morning, still dark.
I did obeisance
to my tyrannical inbox,
it showed no mercy
to either side of the screen.
Everyone had an axe to grind,
not least of all me,
but the futureless kid at the traffic lights
would probably have settled for a pie.
I shovelled some cholesterol
into the gash in my face
and chased it down with coffee,
strong as the strongman
from the travelling circus,
I can't drink it any other way.
Much grinding of axes continued,
some of it by me,
but the forgotten old man at the traffic lights
may have settled for a pie.
My inbox, by late afternoon,
was plainly laughing at me,
and obeisance continued
on both sides of the screen.
As I drove fifty clicks
into the evening, now dark,
my snarling flash drive
hypnotised my retreat.
1st August 2018
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