Best Bone Of Contention Poems
I'm near cuckoo
This Monday blue
A day not eas'ly recommended
for making sense
I'm way too tense
And hung-over to comprehend it
My mind's on the bend
my imaginary friends
are threatening to abandon en masse
I was perfectly sane
till they pissed in my brain
negotiations are at an impasse
It pains me to mention
the bone of contention
menacing our peaceful existence
my voices of own creation
went above their station
with mutinous and unfair persistence
Old Mother Hubbard
had sneaked to the cupboard
to steal skeleton bones for her yapper
the skeletons in-wait
welcomed their bait
with little resistance managed to trap her
As to why she'd no clue
their demands were few
and until met they'd keep her as hostage
twixt two skeletons squeezed
the hag was well-pleased
only in dreams she was ever in bondage
The skeletons vacated
on their long-awaited
crusade for their rights to be equal
a sudden scurry in my head
when the voices I have bred
became hushed, which was rather unusual
The spokes-skeleton
passed a colorless wind
voiced their single demand: to remain
"We were made to vanish
to a dark cupboard banished
we demand henceforth to share your domain."
A resounding "No!
You'll stay down below
we're totaling 20, including the yapper
there's hardly space
the din to embrace
and an hour-long queue to the crapper."
"Then the beldam Hubbard
will remain in the cupboard
lore would have it, bare to the bone
the cupboard, that is
not the hag, whose Maltese
diced up raw will be fed to the crone.
We implore you most
kindly engage our host
in negotiations and if necessary plead
we want into his brain
and share your domain
or prepare for a skeleton stampede."
PART 2 TO FOLLOW. THIS MIGHT TAKE A WHILE, AS I'M LOCKED IN HOSTILE NEGOTIATIONS
My name is Gary Fields
And I am at the Poetry Convention
Their are a myriad of Poet's
They are all in contention
There are so many that I may
Want to mention'
So, pay attention
Fore they must do this
In abstention
At my table there are three
Their are four including me
The second choice in my contention
IS Dr. Ram Mehta
He is such an easy catch
He is a voice/a reflection
He shares' so much love and affection
Being one of so few words
His disposition is the best
And his Human Psyche will
Never rest'
Could this be some sort of test
That his deepest guarded secret's
Are guarded close to his chest
Being a doctor and all
It is unlikely that he will ever confess
Third at the table is the X DESTROYER X POET
Due to the lack of word's
She always' have something for ya
And will certainly destroy ya
If not, then simply ignore ya
Fore she deserves' to seat here
And not just on the foyer
It is a main bone of contention
There is no reason why I can't enjoy ya
Or at least releave the tension
With her advanced degree
her suplituding pensoin for Poetry
It seems' that her messages' are
Aimed straight for me
She give's to this her all
She never seem to miss a call
And to past the test
One may think that
She seem's to be a little obsessed
Most of all
She keeps' her secret
Buried so close to her breast
And what wonderful breast they
Might be
Only saving for us
The one's she profess to be the best
But never the less
She rises' among the rest
Fouth at the table is Ms. Sweetheart of Poetry
Wish she will spend more Poetry with me
And plain not just ignore me
Because I'm a fan of her now
She introduced me to this race
She is all ways' on the case
She is fully comfortable in her space
I just hope that she won't have to use
All of her mace,
She composes' herself with grace
Fore this is so much an adventure
And not just some silly old Snail Race
If I haven't said enough by now
Then it is because I am running
Out of space, or being run out of town
But, there is always one next year
Same time, manybe not
The same old place
GF
Gary Fields
Dr. Ram Mehta
X DESTROYER X POET
LINDA Marie/Sweetheart of Poetry
Carol (Next on Deck)
*******For the Contets "Tt The Convention
JUNE 2011
It has never been my intension
nor was it ever a bone of contention
to alter or disrupt the social convention
but now is the time to pay close attention
to the decline of the human condition
Responsibility rescinded creating moral decomposition
accountability abandoned causing legal repercussion
right and wrong are muddled in a malicious juxtaposition
public opposition has festered into social imperfection
the omission of tradition by politician’s redefinition
HEED THIS ADMONITION OR ARDENT APPREHENSION
SAGACIOUS SUSPICION AND PERSISTANT PREVENTION
Of the decommission of the Physician, Pediatrician
the Technician, and the Mathematician
and give this acquisition to those with no ambition
even those under suspicion of sedition
or held in detention without fear of restitution
This is the deception of the devolution
of the middle classification
and the total destruction
of American personification
praise the Lord and pass the ammunition
contest entry date - 7-24-15
written / post date - 3-20-15
Impressions of a teenager
I was born today twenty years ago
A healthy child with eyes of a doe
I grew up in a free world
Saw the national flag unfurled
Sang national anthem with devotion
A hand on my heart and no motion
It stirred my pride on secular belief
Sacrifices of martyrs elicited grief
I studied in cosmopolitan schools
Learnt honesty and obeying the rules
Ne’er differentiated between rich and poor
Or had any delusion to a life of grandeur
The TV news showed a bitter killing
The video clips were very chilling
A result of animosity between two men
One of whom lost in a gambling den
Days later two groups fought a bitter battle
The bone of contention was lifting of cattle
One group accused the other of eating beef
They said it was against their religious belief
Another day a young couple was burnt alive
The relatives and parents decided to connive
The girl loved, married the boy of lower caste
Retribution by the elders was prompt and fast
It’s awfully risky for girls to travel alone
Even if she has her mobile phone
She can be waylaid by men at a lonely place
Forced to satisfy their lust and face disgrace
“What has independence given us?” I ask
A discordant society oblivious of its task!
The sacrifices of martyrs appear to be in vain
All principles and ethics are down the drain
Greed of wealth and power is the motto
Governance is like a game of lotto
Honesty has ceased to be a virtue
Questioning the corrupt is breaking the curfew
End
In A Deep Forest
In a deep forest I did find myself lost
Trying to cool temper with some frost
Then went to sleep off into oblivion
And now am a North Carolina Bolivian.
Is amazing how Bolivia got its name
On sacks was identical and the same
Being that all the people are so poor
Maybe we should be called Ecuador.
People on Carolina have became high
And sold souls to someone passing by
Republican campaigner happen to be
Wanted to change things dramatically.
What unbeknownst to me had been told
Go to Carolina when you want to grow old
And another thing may want to mention
In soup just threw last bone of contention.
So I started swallowing my Poetry Soup
Now just how low will I have to stoop
Before body aches and back does explode
Carried a heavy load down Tobacco road.
A bone of contention
can be chewed until
nothing worth having
is left to be won.
May 20, 2022
Naani Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Joseph May
21 syllables checked with howmanysyllables
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father gave me life
his love fills my heart with joy
my daddy is best
~*~
moms are heaven sent
angels on earth mothers are
love like no other
~*~
look for facts I search
I research but get confused
or am I confused
~*~
not my intension
nor a bone of contention
social convention
~*~
I used to be brash
I used to be blazen bold
no more I got old
~~**~~
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not my intention
nor a bone of contention
social convention
~*~
look for facts I search
I research but get confused
or am I confused
~*~
I used to be brash
I used to be brazen bold
no more I got old
~*~
we take sides to fight
politics and religion
pray or become prey
~*~
hate poisons the mind
arrogance is ignorance
divided we fall
~~**~~
Another tsunami for the warm heart
Another heart-rending chapter
After saying bye to her ill-fated dictator
After years and years of tribulations
The 1890 treaty has been invalidated
The obvious has become hazy
For our longtime neighbors
Unfortunately have become greedy
We the down-trodden watch innocently
Unaware of what will happen to our Chambo
And to us who drink from this thing
That has become the bone of contention
Still, we hopefully await
When this fiasco will be sorted out amicably
When again without fears
We will fish our Chambo joyously
Bony bona fide bones bare bones
Skeleton key turning a bone of contention
Sticks and stones break bones words do hurt close to the bone
Not so funny hitting funny bone hard words break no bones
Depends who is speaking old school don’t be an idle bonehead
Be like dog with a bone gnawing it till tomorrow
His word a fire in my bone true to the bone envy is rottenness
To the bone a broken spirit driest the bone don’t be chilled to the bone
Pleasant words health to the bone so bones may rejoice
Working fingers to the bone be not wise in thine
Own sight fear the Lord depart from evil a bone to pick
Dead man’s chest be not filled with dead men’s bones
Prophecy to bones dem dem bones come together again
Look to the cross not to skull and bones crossed bones
Playing bones Yo ho ho Rome’s smoked filled bottle
They grind bones to make their bread who Jesus has freed
Don’t point that bonier finger but back in the closet
Not a bone was broken as he died for our sins
Or you may be a bag of bones chilled to the bone
Being bone dry baring your own sin upon your bones
He is bone of my bone empty tomb make no bones about it
has always been a bone of contention
the way your eye lashes skim your face
are they your own or an acquired invention
no sign of an embarrassed blush can I trace
your teeth are like pearls
very old ones that have yellowed with age
a crimson red gash across your face
not suitable for a number one page
noticed a few more things that aren't right
your knees seem to knock as you walk
you might think I am being trite....yet
I also noticed that you stutter when you talk
are there assets I have missed
maybe you drool when you're kissed?
words used..... bone...eyelashes...teeth...knees...talk...drool...kissed
penned 9 Sept 2016
When you get to the king’s palace
My brother
Whenever you get the chance to sit and dine with the king
Do not raise your shoulders so high,
So high above the level of your head
Do not ask him for too many favors
Do not stir up old quarrels
Never should you reflect upon the past bone of contention;
Remember all those who helped you-
Those who introduced you to the king
And his cohorts
Do not eat hastily
Nor drink noisily
In the presence of the princes
Uphold your beautiful, courageous character;
Do not deflower the young princess there
Do not stand or leave the presence of the king
With crumpled shirts or an unkempt bow-tie
Many lives have been lost before you gained acceptance
And recognition to stay in that glamorous palace-
It sounds though like Pyrrhic victory in my ears:
Our gains do not outweigh our losses.
May we sing the glad song of Moses?
I shall be consoled by the long stretch
Of the dotted semibreve.
Written by Ebenezer K N Baiden- Amissah
P O Box LG 1254, Legon, Accra.
Telephone 0245310380/0201257024
..A lonely soul walking down the lonely road,
with own shadow to tag along
thinking no one will walk with you
never let anyone, a chance to be with you.
I'm on the same road like you
looking for someone, and life too
empty heart, empty life,empty soul
feeling like everything is out of control.
We came across each other, unexpected
not noticing what we just might needed
both our lonely soul looking for life
also love and happiness in each stride.
We took the chance to be together
to travel that road we still wonder
at the back of our mind, we both question
"are you the one?", still a bone of contention.
I reach for your hand to hold and grip
and said wholeheartedly in a leap
"I'll be your shadow & be your light
no more empty Life, together, just hold on tight!
...xoxo
Trump Absolutely No Good
Only few poets read Trump poems I wrote
So more time to Hillary I should devote
Maybe missed and can't find bone of contention
Democrats did have best political convention.
Trump sure seems to sing same old song
Many things about America must be wrong
But his big seat he better grab hold
Look at Olympics and see all of our gold.
Do small hands equal to size of frantic feet
While his actions self-destruct and defeat
If these actions in Olympics used and would
What he would do is absolutely no good.
Jim Horn
Jack's a nickname, my real name's Charles
Guess I've got some 'splaining to do
My sisters and Mom wanted “Jack Norman”
Dad won, that's why you're confused
My sisters and Mom said they wouldn't give in
And would call me Jack anyway
For my entire life been called by a nickname
Confusing? You betcha to this day
A bone of contention all through my life
Whenever I'd sign legal documents
Am looked at like I'm a bit on the shady side
So I'd play up this silly pretence
Acte suspicious, stutter and stammer
Misspell my name C-a-r-l-e-s
Get a kick out the sideways glances I get
As they considered a possible arrest
Finally fill them in on this problem I've had
Since the very first day of my birth
Chuckled as they realized I was who I was
And apologized for what it was worth
Jack's a nickname, my real name's Charles
Now you know the rest of the story
© Jack Ellison 2013