Best Ban Poems
So sad..Hopping in and Out of one' s life....
It's Peter Rabbit for Pete's" sake...
He comes by each and every year...
For this they say we should fear ?
Just to share a Spring holiday ?...
He's a horrid creature, so they say...
He has big ears and a cotton tail...
And sometimes he even carries a pail..
Full of candy, and colorful decorated eggs...
This day is between Valentine hearts , and Green Beer kegs....
He's rarely ever seen...
And has never ever been mean...
So why are all these American States...
Having all these holiday debates ?..
I await my basket filled with a chocolate kiss..
I only hope his picture does not end up on...
The Post Office " 10 most wanted list "...
Categories:
ban, chocolate, day, easter, children,
Form:
Prose Poetry
"You may now not serve this country
Though you may be fit and kind
I tell you this quite bluntly
I will suppress your kind
Petitions and the public
Shall never hassle my laws;
Amist a starving republic
They believe me
When I tell them you are the flaws
For I've convince them all the bathrooms
Are threatening where you lurk
I've convinced them all your schools
Are full of your witching work
So drink up; sweet deceit tastes good
I shall convince them you are a crime
My plan has made it thus far
And continues
One sip at a time."
Categories:
ban, america, military, usa,
Form:
Rhyme
Limerick: Once a fierce Samurai from Xi Ban Guo
Once a fierce Samurai from Xi Ban Guo
Displayed his sword-play in a tornado
But his sword slipped hands
And entered his ampersands*
So now he limps about incognito.
• In fact, I really mean: §
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2013
Categories:
ban, courage, humorous,
Form:
Limerick
Immigrants –Oh no!
Nor Native Americans;
We came as cargo.
The ban; be aware:
They are back. Look out!
They still do not care.
You may sigh and pause;
But remember their slicked ploy:
The Grandfather Clause!
You have a passport;
But with the stroke of a pen,
That can be revoked.
This could be the end,
Or could be the beginning;
Depends on you kin.
Notice the ban list.
No European countries;
Africa not missed.
I just could be wrong,
But remember history.
It’s best to be strong.
Categories:
ban, abuse, america, anxiety, conflict,
Form:
Haiku
exclamation, which does nothing to stem dead locked high tide
proliferation of high-powered assault bazookas
manned by berserk cruel death eaters,
arch nemesis picks off life with a blip
simultaneously bipedal hominid(s) grip handily rounded dirk
as backup in case clip
misses mark, where siege mentality induces
nationwide sprinting into lockdown mode deterring by a drip
fiendish homicidal metamorphoses, where transmogrification
of generic guy wielding weapon subjugating hostages pits malignancy fill lip
mailer daemon hell bent on besieging bait (unaware
Snapchatting linkedin flickr ring beings) burst deadly quip
barrage of bullets malicious intent to spray
killing machines deliver click and rip
paying plenti deathly instagram howls amidst pandemonium,
thence funereal slip
epitaphs etched on tombstones proliferate taking souls to Hades trip.
Brutal and nasty nefarious scheme directed at humble lettered folks
(like those comprising my home town -
once evoked pastoral meme Lake Woebegone)
minding their p's and q's, when in extremis
out of the blue nightmare interrupts idyllic dream
a sudden bitta bing bitta bang rings terrorist catcall
followed by red tide and river of bloodied body where caskets
rendered veneer of dark wood within lies corpse,
pistol whipped, shredded and outkast, where mortician daubs creme.
Soundcloud boom echoes, thus occurs staccato sinister sonic strafes across
freshly fielded tombstone; pearl jam gray slate, some formerly anonymous
namesake, which underling, higgs bo son or daughter blitzkrieg cross
invisible trajectories shatter (at shutterfly speed),
democratic rubric rendered dross
disposable lives of society with senseless slaughter, whereat somber silence
pines nostalgia for Mill on the Floss
when life seemed innocent against gun metal gloss
wails of agony at another human loss.
Categories:
ban, absence, dark, faith, hate,
Form:
Dramatic Verse
Revoke This Lame Ban Of Soup's Dearest Friend
In speaking her heart , tis not a great sin
revoke this lame ban of Soup's dearest friend.
Who else inspires and welcomes more than she
she that gave great inspiration to me.
Ice water may be cold but she is hot,
she's the exclamation point with the dot
Pull the dagger from her slender, turned back
Your train is racing but its on wrong track.
Pull no red rose up by its tender roots
your bold trumpet now blows mistaken toots
Bring her back and watch the crowd celebrate
show wisdom gained before its too damn late.
Disappoint we sad members with rash move
Why? When your power has nothing to prove!
Robert J. Lindley, 5-04-2016
Poem Syllable Counter Results
Syllables Per Line: 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10
Total # Syllables: 140
Total # Lines: 17 (Including empty lines)
Words with (syllables) counted programmatically: N/A
Total # Words: 113
Note- Asking nicely in verse.....
Categories:
ban, appreciation, art, childhood, community,
Form:
Sonnet
The GOP are at wit's end*
Trump's driving them around the bend
They don't have a choice
With only Trump's voice
Exhausting foul wind from which end?
*GOP presidential candidates are
now prohibited from debating as
only Trump's voice should be heard!
Categories:
ban, political,
Form:
Limerick
They say it is their legal rights
For them to bear a firearm
But every time you see the news
its the innocent ones whose getting harm
Today a man walks in public school
Just a couple hours ago
Take so many innocent lives
Why? We will never know
cause he turn the gun on him self
and no one will ever know the reason
and 26 children lays dead
so the elites can have their hunting season
Parents Drop their kids this morning
To school and said their goodbyes
Not knowing it’s the last time
They will be looking in their little eyes
When some hears the gun fire
They hurriedly call 911
By the time the police arrives
26 innocent lives are gone
What do you say to them?
The families who lost love ones
Their whole lives are taken away
Because the politicians refuse to ban guns
How many more people must die
Before all guns are completely destroy
How can parents ever cope?
Not seeing their little girl and little boy
Its time president Obama stands up
And stop putting the children at risk
I’m sure the nation’s founding father
Never though it would be like this
If Abraham Lincoln and George Washington
Was alive to see this massacred of children
They would have change the laws
To Never to sell a gun again
But the rich politicians in America
Are safe with their body guards
And putting guns in the hands
of people who are completely mad?
Massacres in Columbine high school
And the premiere of batman
Shootings in shopping malls across america
To much guns in the wrong hands
We the people of USA
We can’t let our innocent die anymore
If we cant get them to ban guns
Them what the hell are we voting for
Categories:
ban, bereavement, betrayal, corruption, grief,
Form:
Light Verse
This epidemic re: murderous love affair perfervid
with gruesome morbid
fixation allowing, enabling and providing terrifying
trappings, whence Pandora out the lid
anger loosed by gun toting recorded by hid
dee us aide de camp per grim reaper
milling crowd, each bewildered person stunned viz satanic grid
loosed bullets ensnare coterie upping ante bid
daring pernicious fare thee well odiously off loaded
per incendiary fiery maelstrom to mega death count added.
Suicide bombardier slakes thirst aims at billeted soiree
with deadly precision, and spray painting human innards
congregated engaged groupon people), with egregious pay
ment for exaggerated slight mowing down, a slew - nay
soon to be lifeless victims unaware - delivering may
hem to anonymous hunter a cannibal as well
family and survivors, who lay
down their sorrows, which bring revulsion and gray
obsolescence of faith in mankind to fray.
Death be not proud, nor ought airtime be allocated to these
heinous cavalier avengers foe tee eight-hour special (proffers
twitchy finger itching to squeeze
especial easy access to sophisticated high caliber compact
offspring family affair sport doth please
manifesting prize pride killing machine owners
posed as stonewall Jackson frieze
rapaciously with so much ease
lethal gimcrackery cutlasses incite epidemic violence as disease.
Sorrow soulful songs sung by the likes of death cab for cutie or goo
goo dolls in tandem with foo
fighting beastie boys pay homilies whence homage grew
to grateful dead nobody knew
fetishistic martyrs wannabe set sights of sister and mew
sic cull doobie brothers of their simian species with no sorrow to rue.
Categories:
ban, addiction, body, cry, emotions,
Form:
Dramatic Verse
Life as we know it
Is spiralling out of control
It’s all become so precious
What will be the end goal?
Don’t say this ,don’t say that
Offence will be taken
Please don’t mention gender
As you could be very mistaken
Life’s no longer simple
Now totally confusing
Can’t afford to rest on your laurels
Or be caught snoozing
Next ,it will be ban the banter
No more jokes to be told
So we can all become robots
Totally controlled …..
Categories:
ban, future, life,
Form:
Rhyme
The ammunition greased casings pepper skull and cross lovely bones,
lightening speedily deals mortal blow persons unaware,
the final minutes/seconds of lives leased
shorn of existence, and akin to sheared sheep, this case
targeted ambushed ewe mon souls permanently fleeced
instantaneously cut short sealed mortality fate upon Avast group ceased
to exist as happy go lucky men, women and/or children
from most fearsome beast.
Instantaneous re: within the blink and/or flickr survive
er eyed, and former gallivanting live
capitalone progressive pinterest ting human con hive
ving to collide with hulu hooping unwittingly accompanying jive
vin track hewed by quick draw mcgraw holster
sending dead riders to final resting place.
Ribald exhortations and allegiance gifted who usher bereave
ment, where demise of existence experiences a field day,
whence microbes gorge viz Philabundance, while next of kin grieve
incalculable loss forsaken, whence emptiness doles bleakness
upon grim outlook that doth leave tears, brought per spilt blood and sweat
tallying cost, no miracle whipped lifeless ones can survivors retrieve.
Mortal kombat rues unfathomable payless Priceline Bourse
induces adrenaline to course thru melee,
where iron maidens sprint non selfie ish
lee to safer outlook, where moments of pain force
besiege collective asylum seekers indulge gorse
faux Joyus fancyfeast er vanityfair, whence sorrow loosed like a wild horse
diehard fanatic (attired inconspicuously like
dishabille schlepper of an outlier) source
index finger clutch released high-powered voluminous ammunition
murderous mass homicidal rates get worse.
Netzero escape those unfairly killed ceaselessly year after year
undeclared warfare,
whereby killer coolly unleashes fusillade veer
ring out the barrel to tear
whole community fabric, blithely empty lethal munitions truckload to spare.
Categories:
ban, anger, angst, anxiety, bereavement,
Form:
Dramatic Verse
A school somewhere
in the West.
Simply does not pass the
smell test!
To say children cannot
have Halloween
Is not kindness, it's horribly
obscene!
They must be Socialists,
I think.
Dyed a shade of bright pink.
Because all costumes must
be of equal value?
These kinky teachers think
of course, they don't think of
kids as having any fun!
As their Socialist brains soak
in the freebie sun.
Halloween is a truly social,
not a Socialist event.
Not meant to please their far
leftist bent.
Many are grouches about
Halloween.
Let the children have fun and
be little kings and queens!
It takes no brains to make a
costume!
I really hope they change their
child -soul- crushing tune.
10/17/2021
Categories:
ban, halloween,
Form:
Rhyme
The Burqa ban in Denmark
Women can’t wear a niqab or burqa
New Danish laws they must not shirk’a
If they cross the line
They’ll get a huge fine
Some people are going berserk’a
Poem inspired by news article from Denmark who have recently passed a new law banning the wearing of Niqab or Burqa’s in public, Those violating the law risk a fine of 1,000 kroner (£118) ($157)
http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-5790403/Denmark-joins-European-nations-banning-burqa-niqab.html
6/2/18
Categories:
ban, clothes, conflict, identity,
Form:
Limerick
THE INVISIBLE BAN
I’ve known so many men who’ve left and I prayed they’d never come back
And then there is this one dude who left the North and traveled down south
He carried his meager belongs in a bag akin to Santa’s Xmas sack
He’s a dude who has never learned to shut his foolish mouth
He thinks himself wise yet he’s nothing but a fool
So he stands on a corner begging people’s ear
He uses his mouth as a rusted and useless tool
For he has nothing to say which people want to hear
They’ve heard the same things in a thousand different ways
Like Chicken Little and his assertion that the sky will fall
He begs the people to look up for he is a pious man who devoutly prays
Yet all of these people are wise enough to ignore his call
He’s got big ideas, a big mouth and won’t keep quiet on a bet
No one likes him as they try to avoid what they hear and see
He thinks himself so smart yet he has trouble with the alphabet
And I know he’s ignorant because that man is me
© 2011.…..Phreepoetree ~free cee!~
Categories:
ban, angst, business, faith, family,
Form:
Canzone
BAN BACKWARDS NORTH CAROLINA (PSA)
deep in the belly of the empire
where “fights between cats and dogs are prohibited,”
“women must be covered in AT LEAST 16 yards of
cloth at all times,”
“bingo games cannot last over 5 hours unless they take place at a
fair,”
“it is against the law to sing off key” &
“the mere possession of a lottery ticket results in a $2,000 fine,”
SAME-SEX MARRIAGE & CIVIL UNIONS HAVE BEEN BANNED
yes
that’s
right
campers, NC!---that backwards, knuckle-dragging, thumbless part of the empire, has now joined the other 29 states that have passed constitutional amendments banning same-sex marriage…that’s
30 STATES FULL OF
BACKWARDS
KNUCKLE-DRAGGING
THUMBLESS &
STONE AGE
judeo-christians
(clinging onto their little
book of ****ing fairytales,
still trying with all their
might to beat us over the
head with it & deprive the
brothers & sisters who live
right next door to them in
this so-called FREE LAND
in this so-called WESTERN-
CIVILIZATION of the rights
that they have, because they
think that their “god” said so).
OH BUT WAIT!
NC WANTS TO UP THE ANTE!
they have also banned domestic partnerships between gay or STRAIGHT couples.
soooooooooo…
don’t go to NC if you want to get oral sex (“it’s a crime against nature” in NC),
OR IF YOU WANT THE SAME RIGHTS AS STRAIGHT SELF-RIGHTEOUS JUDEO-CHRISTIANS LIVING TOGETHER IN “holy matrimony”
don’t go to NC if you want to have sex in any other position besides the missionary
(“while having sex you must stay in the missionary position AND HAVE THE SHADES PULLED”),
OR IF YOU WANT THE SAME RIGHTS AS STRAIGHT SELF-RIGHTEOUS JUDEO-CHRISTIANS LIVING TOGETHER IN “holy matrimony”
&
PLEASE
oh
PLEASE
don’t go to NC if you want to stay in a hotel with your lover in the same bed
(“all couples staying overnight in a hotel must have a room with double beds that are at least two feet apart”),
OR
IF YOU WANT THE SAME RIGHTS AS STRAIGHT SELF-RIGHTEOUS
JUDEO-CHRISTIANS LIVING TOGETHER IN “holy matrimony”---
because it just ain’t gonna happen. all them people in NC have made up their mind.
COMMENCE THE
EXODUS
all sane & rational occupants
(= those believing in equal rights for ALL people)
of NC!
&
join the rest of the
21st century.
Categories:
ban, life, rights, together, ,
Form:
Free verse