Best Cop Out Poems
-Dr President Lady, please launch the nuclear war button-
I'm packing up my girdle; I'm heading up state
Where society thinks only men should run for president
Chill with Bill, on the side show Hill
Subsequently, he got tripped up with his hand in the biscuit jar
This poem is not about me... It's not about, Hilary
I'm here to cheer and throw off an early vote voluntarily
I'm numbering my days with the aces
Until the 2016 U.S. Presidential election
Only in a woman, you’ll find confidence and determination,
Someplace out there is our leading lady in disguise
A woman who sits down and pee's with pride
A woman Like Hilary, whose place was denied in the sun
I will vote for a woman who is not afraid to lead,
Grab up her crotch, and fight for all the right reasons
Repaint the town white and her fingernails red
Blue lipstick in the breeze, a tommy gun in her possession
A million dollar diamond ring,
A mink from all cultures of the globe
Sing hallelujah, Amen Praise the Lord!
Pink ribbons of freedom,
China can test all her might,
It's time to feel the empowerment of a woman's delight
There she’ll be’, sit down and enjoy,
When it’s time to hear her voice,
The bullet will miss her beautiful mind,
She'll Raid the Democratic Nomination moment of the blind
Her ego on the side; when it's time to reason with society
Feel the shattered glass feeling when sharks attack whitey
Cop Out the Republican Bully
Black Ops the Democratic Liar
For women can reach, preach, and teach,
Nursing a world, collaborating with every mind
A barrier to be breached, a blessed moment to come,
If you require a true hit, vote for a woman in the Oval Office
Who said Mrs. Wonderbra can’t launch the nuclear war button
By:)
Can a man, who does not believe,
Fall to his knees,
And beg some relief?
Can one, who has been given,
The life of a dream,
Ball his fists?
Nails dug into the palms till they bleed…
Look to the heavens and scream…
And be heard?
Is it right to love something so damn much,
That the anger inside,
Rips at your pride,
And the pain is unbearable to the touch?
Is my hate a cop out?
Is it a way to deal?
Maybe a method to my madness;
Which allows me to feel?
Will God help me with this sadness?
If I still fail to believe?
I ask;
Is it me I deceive?
Can I truly let go?
Allow the curtains to close on this show?
Raise my hand in farewell,
And hold praise in my heart for this hell?
If I spit venom,
Out of spite…
Can I stand proud?
For having rode the torrent,
And call it right?
If my tears run free,
With the lump in my throat,
That seizes me,
Can I stare you in the eye?
And ask that you remember me?
Or is it my greed?
Or this anger,
Once at seed?
Now in full bloom…
So emotional,
Uncontrollable,
Inconsolable,
Confused…
Grasping…
So much that I am asking;
Can God help me now?
rhyme
Cop-out: there is nothing new under the sun.
Do you mean ALL is already done?
A measured game plan, foresee
unlike fait accompli.
plea,
reason why
for this old repartee
Revelation’s guarantee,
believers are covered from Day One.
God’s knows! There IS nothing new under the sun.
I Hate Poetry
I really dislike poetry
certainly and honestly do
deliberate obscurantism
damn words, don't you know
whinging exultations
agonising extremes
low language of life
love and loss themes
free verse especially
a cop out I'd suspect
debility of mind
the dearth of intellect
why even bother
you depressive waste of time
we have all loved or lost
so cease your spurious crying
speak thee in happy note
flowers and flutter bys
warming sun on warming limbs
smiles and morning skies
Ok, perhaps its just me, but one of the first things I notice are someone’s hands. Hands can tell you a lot about a person, especially male hands. Hands I find attractive are sensuous.
So your saying to yourself, sensuous, that is a cop-out; I don’t think so. What is the definition of sensuous?
Simply: affecting the senses in a pleasing way : pleasant, attractive, or appealing in a way that produces or suggests feelings of physical or sexual pleasure.
Since we are all different , what is sensuous to me may not be to you.
To me large, well groomed, strong yet gentle and warm can make me catch my breath.
For Example:
Hands can be a symbol of so much. So many different kinds of work are done by hands; sometimes even the worker is referred to by his/her hands as in a farm hand, all hands on deck, and so on.
Hands can be so very strong, and at the same time are capable of performing the most delicate maneuvers as in a surgeon or a musician. They can show such tenderness and love. They can tell much about a person, too
Are they smooth?
Are they rough?
Are they covered in scratches and scars?
Are they soft and pale or tanned and calloused?
Are they well groomed?
Are they large or small?
I don’t know if men pay as much attention to hands as women tend to, but maybe one of the reasons women tend to admire them is because when we see a large, strong man’s hand entwined with the smaller woman’s hand, we think of protection. Or maybe it’s much simpler…….
Maybe when we are feeling that vibe of attraction, we just naturally look at his hands and imagine them exploring every inch of our bodies
Any thoughts?
Never cop out
In order to solve a problem
one must think like a “cop”
One must go to that single donut hole
place in his gut and make a rational decision
Cop only to the human heart
Cop to the heart, body mind and soul in order
to find that through line ...
You know that a through line is also the happy medium ending place that which is absent of malice and forethought
Then "Cop" into this happy medium place where "Copping" really, really count
Verse 1
A movie taught me my calling
fiction brought angels thru cinema
climax's rise by acts falling
confusion's release thru a spiritual enema
Banging sounds can hurt the ear
its music carousing the purpose of pain
composing strength spawned by your fear
loud mad pestering aches essemble the sane
Chorus
Now, my greatest wish is for my best
to be what it takes to really try
for my strongest effort to manifest
life of what holds me back won't die
Verse 2
Now, its very clear what I need to do
but many long pauses formed hesitation
the wavering breeds delay of all new
fathering the burden of action's frustration
annuling growth, thus increasing the wait
patterns discouragement, casting doubt
of my ability to answer my fate
so I get lazy and begin to cop out
Chorus
Now, my greatest wish is for my best
to be what it takes to really try
for my strongest effort to manifest
life of what holds me back won't die
Reprise
I see how you try I know
champions reap what only training will sow
I won't cultivate how I need to grow
I won't prepare my heart for the go
Verse 3
Im lleft to my prayer to be willing
I feel the peace of God as he gives me strength
to activate self with His filling
to live my dreams and survive wait's length
The armed services think they're autonomous,
after 'Deepcut,' it may no longer be the case;
the man from MI6 paid Colonel Llewellyn a visit,
he informed him that a military court was irrelevant.
He said that the services were answerable to HM Government,
and could no longer abide by in-house decisions;
Colonel Llewellyn looked at the man from MI6,
'Do you have authority to make these comments?' He asked.
He was informed that he did, with a dry smile,
'Situations will be monitored, no initiation rites,
no bullying, no misplaced discipline, nothing like that,'
Colonel Llewellyn said, 'This is outrageous.'
'How do you intend to implement such proposals?'
MI6 said: 'I can assure you that there is no choice.'
I can write you a poem
Filled with words
Words that can make you laugh
Words that can make you cry
Words that can fill you up with eternal joy
Words that can carry you through the day
But today I choose to write you a poem filled with a lifetime of wisdom.
Words not just for today
But for everyday
Quotes of great wisdom
Life is about living
Tomorrow will take care of itself.
Keep your eye on the Lord
Guard your heart
And everything will be all right.
Mothers are to be treasured
Children are to be enjoyed.
Trials are to be conquered
And family are precious.
Words are like a weapon
If used in the wrong contexts.
Men are like the weather
They are forever changing their minds.
Friends are like diamonds
Rare and hard to find
So hold onto those you got.
Politian’s are greedy
And seek after they own.
Funerals are like a gathering
It brings people together.
A lustful man looks after himself
And divides families apart.
Single women are strong
And look out for all.
Death is only another reason
To cop out on life
So live each day as though it’s your last.
A fool avoids wisdom
And steps into the unknown.
Be alert at all times
Keep your friends close
Your enemy’s closer
Your family happy
And your eyes open.
Only a fool will say
My family I trust with my life
My friends are my brothers
Don’t you know that man can trust no one
But God for in man we bust but in Christ we can trust.
Heaven waits for all
But only a few get in.
Love is God
God is Love
But man disappoints.
Lies are like a garden full of thorns
There is no way out.
Woman who steal from others
Will only discover that there rob no one but themselves.
A cheating husband
Is like a leopard
That can’t change his spots
His ways are cunning
And he deceives no one but himself.
Living with another woman’s husband
Is like living with a snake
Forever dogging bullets
And never knowing when
You are going to be sting.
A guilty person
Always wear a smile.
Never trust a man
Who abandons his family
For he is worse than infidel
That has no soul.
hopeless
this
i am sad
tell me why is that so bad
i guess i don't know
no
good words
i did not go to school
i didn't wear clothes
listen to music
or study
feel cool
how do i get into this world
with a ged
and a criminal record
now that
you say i am free
down
i am
why so much
tell me why is everything
so close to the touch
so
far away
stars they say
am i doomed
or dubbed
is this real
tangible
something i can
place in my pocket and steal
i guess happiness
such a simple word
and we all want the same thing
love didn't give me no
stinking diamond ring
it was a cop out
a fix
a second home
too scared to put myself out there
in the unknown
i guess this thing i dream
is too much to bear
so i sleep
and i dream
i display no care
so all i learned
take it as you will
is an ignorant crude
and cruel survival
a mixture of things i've
eavesdropped
and words i thought
i'd known
oh well we all want the same thing
to say
feel the same
i wish and dream
in my sleep
that i can
without aching
without thinking
without shooting up, smoking
boozing, drinking
that calm that peace that sweet release
can i get a little
stinking
ease
please god
oh please
Eye to eye, pupil to pupil searing stare too confronting,
so you look down or to the side,
watching with peripheral vision.
You glance for signs of weakness
when the eyes looking at you, stray and look away.
Then it is safe to refocus,
to beam your gaze back to try eye to eye,
Taking control as you have the eye on eye authority.
Testing for connection when eye focus switched back, pupol to puil.
When averted eyes switch back
straight in the eye, try for mutual gaze again.
Who will cop out first, you or I?
Will we engage and flirt?
Will we connect and share our trust,
transmitting and receiving
just with the eyes,
so powerful and revealing?
Perceiving eye to eye intently, implies agreement
The eyes have it.
When I spy your eye looking at me
and the gaze lasts longer than a glance,
The communication starts
when eyes have engaged, and hooked us up,
Eye to eye, aye aye it is.
Your eyes are the most potent social signalers you possess.
Lovers spend hours and hours, staring deeply into each other’s eyes
It is a display of trust and yearning,
and shared reinforcement of connection.
What flows between is a mystery, but it is real.
It is to see, and to be seen, seeing deep within.
“Look into my eyes” says the hypnotist as a way of taking control.
Magicians also rely on engaging eye to eye contact
so you cannot see the sleight of hand.
Controlling eyes, engaging eyes,
meeting eyes is mindful perception
of how eyes are so important for our being,
and how we communicate socially.
Total cop out ... criminal eyes
don’t ever confess
Grifter smiles will make a mark frown,
put smirks on politricking class clowns
Public trust,
it only grows less
Oh, from the top down,
the Elmer Gantry carnival tent
is crooked as they bum rush come
Gold coin theft renown ...
Every eye is on the take squint,
each time the cash register’s rung
Rotten roots staked in the ground,
silver spoils just laying all around
Crooked glasses
on the Pinocchio nose of Clark Kent
Bent knee masses
pray that Superman get the bail lent
Simple math ... take the borrowed sums
Skimmed milk money numbers —
sticky fingers are honey licking the gums
Stolen boo tax school hall monitor pass
open wide the home room Treasury vault door
Pyramid scheme tent coming down fast,
politricksters got hands out, trying to take more
Captain America won’t say where the cash went,
even tho’ he vig knows where the money got sent
It’s a Crying Man crisis situation,
things are crooked Nile as they come
Telly mutes speak lying divination,
Crocodile shut jaws gonna stay mum
Torah: Black Fire on White Fire, A Nafka Mina
Every Place, every Space,
In ink, 'tween signs, ‘tween lines,
Everywhere He, Where are we?
Ask, "Mi Hashem Aylai?"
Not, "What's in for me?"
Descent from Kedushah is "I"
Ego, Ugly Mess, Rears our Smallness,
Whether in "I" or Mired in Man,
My Hand, My team, vs. Oneness
We can live to please "I",
Or Harvard or other Men,
What's the difference? Our Eye's Sty!
To live His Torah, Nullifies Me
We Need to Be, Alive ‘n Doin’,
Here, Now! We Want to Be.
He gave us myriad Mitzvot,
To glimpse Him, to Breathe ‘n Do,
To be in His Company.
Life's not just other Men,
Them With to Hang Out, Them to Please,
He Knows our Dodge Cop Out.
Men are Seen, He’s Hidden.
Pleasin’ Men is counter Our Goal,
He smiles, if We’re Herein.
As He is Here, We Be in our All.
Men make Noise, when Losin’ Stature,
Men are in Places, not in 'tween Spaces.
Be as the One, Sip His Strength, in Being Alone,
Be a Rolling Stone, Not just a Clone,
He’s Here, We likewise ignore Noise.
It takes max strength Chutzpah,
Swim Agin' the Torrent, Be Current,
Carpe Diem, Not be a Puppet of Them.
The Gematria of Aish equals Kara,
Or Fire in Hearing 'Sounds of Silence': A Calling,
Horton Hears a Who, Choosing is Less than to Be Chosen.
Be Strong; You're Created to Be a Man,
Hashem's Eved, In touch with Your Maker,
Answer to Him, not some Faker.
© Chaim Ben Moshe 2018
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5th line 3rd stanza
critique Nazis(poetry game)
to become
whatever you wanted
No simplistic change causing desired left
crooked crooks
babbling brook
between the lines
Empty replaces nothing
translation of your last poem
Liberate fate to where
one line per stanza
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cycling
the dead
heroes forgotten
child
lies born
masterpiecing
the dead hero
child of complex truths
a piece of experience
of myself and the nine of hearts
king of the mysterious world
Loose endedly finish my sentences so they can finish yours
who with audio order ignorance insanity
receive of their right innovative great health clarity of bliss
give controls to the forces, discover
abused acts a yes
focus falls on light
falls lead
give diplomatic minds enterprise secrets and 3 tests sometimes them dictators
geniuses growing a turn away
foresight to an ode to mothers every where
within slow alone Kyle expressive
good spirits confuses masks
morning cop out conspiracies
curing seals aware
blinded
mysteries gullibility
sees selfless
locked!
art victoms existing
within governments knowledgeable
confused
resurrected and followed
masking demons feeling spheres through separates
Innocent untainted hands dividing possibilities clean works
think lacking
gaining
lacking gaining think
carbon dioxide
methane
political hot air
Greta alert
David alert
parochial apathy
fossil fuel
Indian blockade
dinosaurs cop out
16 November 2021
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