Best Bs Poems
Mardi Gras parades are rolling the streets again
I watched 'Isis' from inside my windowpane
A king and a queen were pretending to reign
but from the colorful revelry I chose to abstain
I grew up yelling, "Throw me something mister!"
Going to many parades with friends and my sister.
Walked miles on St. Charles Ave. and got a blister
and smiled when a float rider said, "I kissed her!"
I've ridden in several carnival krewes around the city
The floats, the long beads and costumes are pretty
I sang Prof. Longhair's "Go to the Mardi Gras" ditty
but I don't miss taking part. Not one itty bitty.
I began this poem thinking I'd correct a mistake
the BS poet wrote about a breakfast of pancakes.
No one eats that on Mardi Gras. For heaven's sake!
I told him, "Everyone gets Popeye's when they wake"
He read my comment and corrected the wrong date.
I told him he was off by a week, and he didn't hesitate
to delete my words, so I returned, not out of hate
but to ask him why he did that... my curiosity to sate
Another deletion without an explanation. That's BS!
So, I relied on myself to come up with a good guess.
I'd ruffled his ego, making it hard for him to confess
that he knew nothing about Fat Tuesday. He's a mess.
Down on his hands and knees is Frump
But which end is his Rump!
Both ends are putting out so much hot air
To guess which, I wouldn’t dare
Making his stink smell good is an art.
But not hard to do when your audience isn’t smart
He changes ends so fast and well
From which end it comes, is hard to tell
To put your head in a daze
He puts it out from both ends to create a haze
If he gets caught for what he did
He passes the buck or tells a fib
If it smells bad or goes the wrong way
It was done by the Democrats, he will say
I hear all his raves and rants
Go home and change your pants
When he’s pinned down he turns on the bull
Just wait, the FBI will see whose diaper is full
2/28/2018
It has always been my naïve, farm-boy assumption,
That one attends college to attain a degree of gumption!
And furthermore that Daddy sends his kid to college,
Not so much to party but to obtain a modicum of knowledge!
I assume that the autocrats who abide in Washington D.C.,
Have attended college and somehow earned at least a BS Degree!
BS stands for Bachelor of Science Degree without equivocation,
But it seems in Washington, BS has assumed a different connotation!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(c) All Rights Reserved
I tire of the all the B.S
Thats spews from the mouths of mankind
Spoken with false sincerity
Good intentions undermined
No decency , no conscience
Souls darkened by deceit
Void of compassion and kindness
Hearts of solid concrete
Good, kind ,caring humans
Are the saving grace
To still have belief in mankind
To keep and maintain faith
I realize this might offend people but some of it is my views and some of it is just having fun. But overall it is just in fun.
Imagine there's no Obama
You cant if you tried
And he didn't give our gas line
To the chinese.. sigh
Imagine all the people voting blindly
Imagine there's no countries
We're not too far off
None of our freedom's remain
Under sharia law
Well then its praise allah or rest in peace
You, you may say
I'm a dreamer, but Obama's got it done
USA's going in the toilet
And Tim Tebow is the plunge
Imagine no socialists
That won't defend the Jews
While he kisses a communist then
Says Sorry for our values
Imagine all the people sharing the same wage
You, you may say
I'm a schemer, but I'm not the only one
I hope some day you will wake up
Before this world is made one
in sorrowful times
i find the best remedie
is counting blessings
I'm Tired of All the BS
By Franklin Price
10/9/2017
I'm tired of all the BS
That's going on today
The getting rid of all tradition
That got us to this day
The holidays and history
That made us who we are
I'm not a drunk by any means
But this may send me to the bar
Columbus Day which is today
Some are trying now to change
Indiginous Day they're striving for
Another day to rearrange
Christmas is now Xmas
And it's a Happy Holiday
No longer Merry Christmas
Not a thing that you should say
Can no longer say a prayer in school
Or pledge allegiance to the flag
The squeaky wheel gets so much grease
Sometimes it makes me gag
Everything must be okayed
Down to the smallest group
What happened to majority?
Where are we in the loop?
I don't believe in predjudice
That's a thing for only fools
Minorities should have respect
Majority sets the rules
I could go on forever
Or at least for quite awhile
But it only makes me grimace
I would rather have a smile
If the majority is silent,
Does not participate in fate,
Don't complain when freedom's gone
By then, it's way too late
Mr. Pete with Al Sharpton did just meet
They oppose homophobia -- How sweet!
But what about Mike Pence
Can they get off the fence
And come to this kind, Christian man's defense?
Lots of books, lots and lots of books
ISBN numbers and the special book-calling in style
Once after reaching puberty, how to see Maria Shriver
is among these, (almost a right-angle question).
After liquor, a loud unspoken indecisive moment to
decide on portion of sugar and milk.
I recalled, totally two passenger moments with two celebrities
The husband of one went to Cann festival.
Another close to the heavenly "Wadood"
One of them pressed the emergency button, too!
As the lift got stuck, for a moment or two.
How to tell the lift or the lifted high in the past
Not to waste time anymore!
Nothing is here, anyway!
This madness that has become us
I cannot take but still take more.
Has long answered all my questions
That keep hope prying at its closed door.
I have faith in something obviously
You gave up and still refusing to tell
Your actions do what your words fake
Showing out of love you have fell.
I try to believe like I once did
Thinking you mean things you say
We both know we are wasting time
My shattered heart letting you stay
they've catered to crowds riotously angry
and brimming red hatted stadiums
but for wee places of worship
they're nailed shut with bullchit
it was never about safety, but ratings
its as the story goes
like the wind blows
its stark
don't get caught
without it
its the food kit
AT TABLE AND FALK
honey i tell you too
MONET TALKS AND BS
WALK
You live in a democracy
Every so often the filters go down
No matter who the person is
It doesn’t matter how much you respect them
The BS doesn’t need to sneak through
It comes out with every word
They won’t say anything that is true
Even fact-checkers cry when they hear it all
But all the BS has to stop sometime
Well at least for the next four years
© Poem – XXII/VII/MMXXIV
LRET
Can you discuss this with me?
Is honesty anyone's best policy?
Here, truth is no one's friend,
Where does BS start and end?
its a fact
put this is the rack
before go
listen slow
as we talk
that
MONEY TALKS
AND BS WALKS