It is difficult to be a coward
To feign fear over violence
Stifle the biting sting of tongue
Calm the imperious urge to fight
Cowards walk the streets unseen
Offering a smile, a kind word
Coyly dropping a few bucks in a basket
Waiting patiently for the subway
Silently assist a woman with a baby carriage
Slow the onslaught of rushing commuters
They were not meant to be heroes
Until the day they had to be…
There will be catastrophic damages to our
great nation, if we elect the Project 2025
conservative administration..
They plan to holt all carbon emission goals and
return to drilling oil and gas and coals..
Begin the largest mass deportation.
Eliminate the Department of Education.
Adopt the biblical definition for marriage: a man,
and a woman and a baby carriage..
Those Justices who Roe vs Wade did kill, now
plan to ban the abortion pill.
Aiming at the "awoke agenda", to end equality
and inclusion, the message they render..
Planning to criminalize p.o.r.n., which has been
around way before most of us were born..
Repay there big donors that had their backs by
heavily reducing their corporate tax..
Ending the three branches of gov., a long standing
tradition, by placing the Department of Justice
under the Executive position.
All government employees will have no job protections,
the end of our Republic, a very sad projection..
for Ted it is defacto
for Wendy it is marriage
they cannot agree
until a baby carriage
because Ted’s mother wears the pants
and he quickly folds
for Charlotte it is defacto
for John it is marriage
They have to let each other go
for they cannot figure it out
separate or together
For Wilbur and Jane it is defacto
Because they both have a fortune
And refuse to share it,
not trusting each other to figure out how much each has
For Wanda and Mike it is marriage
Because they love marriage.
They have both had eight weddings.
The movers came to clean out my house,
And said to one another
“Let’s remove ALL the furniture!
The baby carriage and accessories
have served their purpose.
That old stuff is nothing but clutter now.
Don’t let the mother see us
take everything out.
She might want to save her heirlooms:
uterus, cervix, tubes and ovaries.
They really must go,
and it’s better to move them all at once.
Let’s make it quick.
We’ve got other cleaning jobs today, too.”
My baby’s room is empty.
The movers sealed off the space and left.
Where did my baby furniture go?
Was it handled with utmost care?
Will it be reused or recycled?
As owner for decades,
why did I believe their “better out than in”
prevention strategy and problem-solving remedy?
Who decided that I could live
without furniture anyway?
Will that area of my house shrink
for lack of occupancy?
Will the vacuum bring ecstasy, grief or pain?
Will the plumbing to my bathroom expand?
Hist er rec to me!
Does anyone understand why the head of my house
grapples with questions at hand?
At nine months he wants to walk
But he staggers, stumbles, and falls
At age three he tries to ride a real bike
He should have stuck to his trike
At twelve he intends to drive a car
He doesn't get very far
In love at fourteen, he's ready for marriage
Oops! Forgot about the baby carriage
At fifteen, he can't wait to go to work
Drops out of school -- What a jerk!...
A long time passes; now he's seventy-five
Can't understand why he didn't thrive
He just never learned that jumping the gun
Leads to frustration instead of fun
greed ruined your marriage
left you a silent, empty --
new baby carriage
July 10, 2019
Senryu about greed, lust or loss
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Syllable count - 17 (5-7-5), checked on
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Love and marriage
Love and marriage
Go together like
A...something and carriage
....cause that rhymes
He loves me
He loves me not
She loves me
But...maybe, not
....cause I don't think I'm lovable
We're going to the chapel
And we're gonna get married
....cause, well, that's what pretty girls do
But...what if I'm not pretty
Johnny and Mary
Sittin' in a tree
K-I-SS-I-N-G
First comes love
Then comes marriage
Then comes a baby
In...a...baby....carriage
....cause that's the order of things, right
I think I'm barren
College, Great Job
Excellent Man to provide
Then a nice house and car
To show the world I've arrived
...where
For pity's sake, would someone tell me
........where are we going????
Something is missing from
The facts we've been given
No matter how much information we have
Something HUGE is missin'
Two means difference
It provides humanity a choice
But if we lean to one side
The other has no voice
....how do we know TRUTH
It has to be on the line
....in the expression of the = sign
Written by Trudy Schrader on 07-15-2018
As a child she wasn't allowed to own pets
always pretending to be a kitty herself as an outlet
now on her own and retired she owned a dozen cats
preferring them over dogs thinking this is where its at,
They'd dart here and there and follow her around
some hanging from the ceiling fans about to plop down
on her hair or her shoulders while she sat on the couch
watching Animal Planet with a cheshire grin on her mouth,
Every day she'd play her most favorite song
"Whats New Pussycat?" while singing along
picking up a cat or two and dancing around
while the other cats did acrobats on the ground,
Feeling antsy she'd take them out for a walk
all piled in a baby carriage people would talk
with her cats meowing and causing quite a commotion
she'd soothe them with her baby talk and cat like motions,
Her neighbors would try their hardest not to stare
as the crazy cat lady would pass by with feline flair
always asking how she was, yet knowing what to expect
her constant reply always being, "just purrrrrrfect!"
1-6-17
You have romance it alove chance than it's partner dance you be come one not. Too as marriage and baby carriage come along your in time your mind dip and whip it be comes PARTNER SHIP
its a marriage
like a baby carriage
its gets in side
this world wide
you got it
they can't sit gets wet
call you honey
its
SEX AND MONEY
its anew born child
with a mother smile
its a tiny thing
love it brings
its like a marraige
MOTHER AND BABY CARRAIge
its lock
mabe in a box
time to get hook
you take a look
some do sing
about the
baby carriage
the
RINR AND MARRIGES
An unholy pink plus sign on the stick,
Oh think of what her admirers will say!
Contemplating ideas till she's sick.
When he finds out, will they still be okay?
Does she pay the price? Can she even dare?
Will she allow it to see the first day?
Terminate it now, or should she be fair?
Is she ready for the price she must pay?
What happened to that holy Christian girl?
Who once believed 'abstinence till marriage?'
Her present actions make her want to hurl.
Does her fate involve a baby carriage?
A decision is made, shaky fingers.
Violent trembling hands pull the trigger.
Broken records been playing.
Playing there for your Pain.
They're played there
By the great teacher, Ma$ter No Name.
Where for art thou Blood Stain?
I'm the water of the mother of a New age
Day breaks,
only the chosen will be allowed passage
On the mother ship's baby carriage.
Step right up, my child
Must be this tall to ride
The death train of My funeral bride
You can run but you can't hide
The broken cisterns that hold your lies
I Rolled the stone away to see
And on the other side saw me
I make my own pickles but they're no good.
When it comes to eating them, no one should.
They're even worse than the ones Aunt Bee made.
If you ever eat one, you'd better be afraid.
They taste like kerosene even though they're dill.
Don't eat my pickles, they've been known to kill.
A woman wanted some rat poison but she used my pickles instead.
In less than five minutes, every rat in her house was dead.
A man just took a bite of one of my pickles and he's gone blind.
If the dumbass had listened to me, he wouldn't be in this bind.
A lady wasted her money when she bought a baby carriage.
She ate one of my pickles and then she had a miscarriage.
If you come to my house, you'd better listen to me on the double.
Don't you dare eat one of my pickles or you will be in trouble.
(This is a fictional poem.)
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