Best Correct Poems
This is a warning to all my facebook friends
Double check your posts before you press send
You see I did not do this & a friend I did offend
My post was meant to say, “ you are looking Good”
Instead it said ,”you are looking Old”
Now my friend has blocked me thinking I was mean and cold
So next time, don't be like me and press send
Without double checking if auto correct changed your words
Now you have offended and have to make amends
POLITICALLY CORRECT
Now psycho politics subtly suggests
that you follow this rule of polite etiquette-
before you say something please pause and reflect
is what you are thinking politically correct?
There is a conspiracy of a powerful few
to control whatever you think, say and do.
It is this effect that they wish to cause-
for you to think your thinking has flaws-
before you say something please pause and reflect
Is what you are thinking politically correct?
It's a suble intrusion so slyly designed
the thought of deception never enters your mind
but it's someone else choosing the words
you use to describe what you've seen and you've heard.
When anothers words become your voice
your thoughts have become anothers choice-
before you say something please pause and reflect
is what you are thinking politically correct?
If silence is golden then gold has no use
you can spend all you want and not stop the abuse.
The structure is crumbling, the framework is bent
and society is in downward descent-
before you say something please pause and reflect
is what you are thinking politically correct?
Here is an epitaph as silent as death
chiseled in tombstone where you're laid to rest.
Please pause for a moment and pay your respects
here lies a man who is politicallly correct.
THE POLITICALLY CORRECT POSTCARD
One picture is worth a thousand words
(And a flower is worth a whole lot more).
This was the import of the card you sent me,
Flu-eyed, runny nose and a sore
Throat. I was to dismiss, on the merit
Of sexism, the Sistine chapel decoration
Botticelli’s Primavera, so disinherit
The mighty Logos and God’s peroration -
Giving the kiss of life to a still-born cliché,
Gaybo playing his theme, with the wonderful score
In the sub-ed’s office with the copy-boy’s roar.
A photo-opportunity for the Amazon dee-jay,
Who rules the world with a golden rod -
Offer a handkerchief to the offended eye of God.
from IN MEMORY OF HER 2008
Tantamount Andrea,
Your beauty crumbles my veins and compels me to whisper to desire.
My heart blossoms as the fantasizes stir to my brains,
Call it desire, bonny or may be, mirage.
You’re a princess I think of during the sunrise,
And then dreams accrue at night.
Ranee, I want to pedal with you this a thousand mile,
Through the horizon to the wild hills,
Prime-time will get nowhere to ascend but only trail us-
To the city of magnificent distances!
Andrea! We see and veer for we are like soul mates.
Let’s live a double life barnstorming Andrea!
Andrea! Memoirs about you will never seize to fade away,
Never fade away from my heart,
Just because my heart peeked farther,
And because you’re ubiquitous!
Clay is molded in my heart,
Just to keep a simulacrum of you, Andrea!
Bizarre we will be, a force to be reckoned,
We will tamp and mingle the galaxy till we vanquish it.
We will laugh, smile and cuddle all in one lot.
Andrea! Just focus your eyes on the road and nothing will go wrong!
Your Beauty is a masterpiece my Mona Lisa!
Andrea you’re my finest admiration.
Andrea! I want to share the dawn and the full moon with you.
Andrea your love is a glowing neon sign of paradise,
Your love is blithe, unhinged, my Andrea!
I love you against all the odds Andrea.
Correct me, if I’m wrong, Andrea!
All Rights Reserved
© T.m.T scripts
This Poem is Dedicated to “Andrea’
America the beautiful, home of the brave,
One Nation under God, marked upon their graves,
Our founding fathers built this land,
“In God We Trust,” they made their stand.
A nation built with strong convictions,
Free from British Rule,
“I Pledge Allegiance To The Flag,”
Was said in all our schools.
There was a time when we would pray,
After each and every meal,
Cite the Ten Commandments,
Let The Master do His Will!
“HONOR THY FATHER AND MOTHER,
THAT THY DAYS BE LONG AND STRONG,
LOVE THY NEIGHBOR AS YE LOVE THYSELF,”
Is sung within our songs.
A New Light shines upon us,
A Fire from down below,
Satan is spreading his political views,
Erasing all that we’ve come to know.
The prayers that once were said in schools,
Became “A Moment of Silence,”
The paddling we received from the Principal’s rule,
Has been replaced by murder and violence.
“SPARE THE ROD AND SPOIL THE CHILD,”
Is Exactly what we have done,
Children running amuck and wild,
Shooting parents with their guns.
The Special Day we celebrate, each and every year,
The day in which our Savior was born, filled with joy and cheer,
Has become a day of infamy, a name we must not say,
Merry Christmas has been replaced, by Happy Holidays…
Her notes in her phone auto-corrected to struggling
I always thought of her and it was troubling
The true addiction in society today
let us begin unravelling this mystery
where the wants and needs to detach themselves from reality
many are caught believing lies to be true totally possessed by falsehood
trapped within this warped sense of security claiming they are right
Then again the human condition can be guilty of error at times
predators hate the truth overturning injustice lost within direction
exposing the depths of their souls at conflict caught inside a web
Defending such position stone cold ugliness with deceitful manners
turns face showing a bitter expression cursing facts as false
bad manners has no room for debate or even be logical for that matter
two sides to an opinion only one is factual
in the end you will own up to your sins
when loveless to the bone turns into ashes
Fighting a pandemic the last thing you need is debt
the poor are being destroyed to make way for the slave master
taking is all they are any good at lacking an ounce of charity
they are beggars those that support the culture of death wishing to destroy life
I've mentioned the absurdity
We deal with everyday,
If Vince or DJoePappa were president
It wouldn't be that way...
Things might start to make sense,
They sure as hell don't now,
And if I were to witness such,
I swear than then I'd vow...
To vote for them every time
In hopes that sense they'd bring,
And turn this nonsensical nightmare,
Into something to make the bells
once more to ring.
Mu(a)mmar al-Qaddafi Haiku 13
Here we go again
belly dancing with Mummar
used to be his friend.
(originally I spelled his last name
Khadafi, which is also correct.)
Mummar correct
muahmar
Kahdaffi corre-ct
al-Qaddafi correct
many Arabic names are spelled different ways, what we see on TV, even the news, is sort of --- Hollywoods version. And usually incorrect. LOL
It’s hard to say anything politically incorrect in the USA.
The people who are struggling don’t really have a say.
They march in the streets to protest against corporate America.
The establishment is the ones in control; they are in the driver’s seat ignoring the Rah’ Rah’
This government is supposed to be of the people, for the people.
It’s all in our voting process with the results of Gore vs. Bush we should see this ripple.
We have a constitution that is being attacked every day from all sides.
Corrupted elected officials, lobbyists, are not even trying to hide.
Insulting in every way anyone with a brain should know what’s right.
Well as people trying to survive in this world should hold our officials accountable yet we don’t and we aren’t too bright.
The people of this nation should get out and use there right to vote.
Then the rich will see and the accountability we held on to, they’ll at least take note.
Revolution in voting is what we need, stopping the rich’s agenda is what we need to do and keep the news straight and be honest with the public.
A free nation has this right to know, have the power in voting, we can be honest with this subject.
Firstly the rich protect the rich caring not what the poor mans agenda is or what the poor man thinks.
If we as people allow this and not stand in force against this we’ll allow them to take us to the brink.
Violence, rioting, causing harm to others never is right; it brings a lot of hurt.
Voting, doing the morally right thing will bring about change and prevent us from loosing our shirts.
Our children need education, morals put back in our schools.
To not do this we allow the politically correct people to pass their agenda and we would be a complete bunch of fools.
Our Father is the key here; our values in the home, our morals are being corrupted by a few.
Studying the Holy Bible, we can’t say that the Father never taught us, and we can’t say we never knew.
So brethren on this upcoming election ask the Father which way to vote, let God’s love for you quite your thoughts.
Remember that Jesus died for us and for our sins, His crucifixion was necessary, with His life He paid for what we got.
if only you could
hold me as tight as a nail
fastens wood to wall
A manual sewing machine
Strenuous but beneficial
It sews dresses
Two edges meet
And being stitched together
Passion and reunion in life too
Two hearts meet and stay together
It mends dresses
A hole in life must be patched too
Life isn't easy
Deficiency to be filled
Scars to be healed
Pains to be reduced
Misunderstanding to be unraveled
It corrects dresses
Corrections are made to life too
To suit your expectations and dreams
No doubt
Love, tolerance and wisdom
Are parts of a happy life
Resembling a sewing machine
I am...
P oliteness overdone;
O ffense over everything and everyone;
L iberation---in a box.
I am
I nversely orthodox.
I am...
T ruth (as defined by me);
I ntolerance of those who dare to disagree;
C ritical but not constructive.
I am
A bstract and unproductive.
I am...
L ogic in a loop;
L abels to create a thousand factious groups;
Y outhful idealism exploited.
I am
C onceited and anointed.
I am...
O bfuscation to beguile;
R emorseless as the tears of a crocodile;
R estriction of dissenting voices.
I am the
E rosion of your rights and choices.
I am...
C ontrol---for utopian bliss;
I am
T yranny's vampire kiss.
You see I am from perfection, in perfect world.....
I am here to tell you what you don't know...
what I think you need to know....
should know...
Yes, you are my invention..
Yes you have the choice to choose, only because I am curious, just like you..
but what fool would say no...being nursed, after a stab to the heart
For love.?... I am more than your "love" and I don't feel!
you are weak and dying and feel everything
I will protect you, but you must allow me to control everything of you
for your sake, you are your own destruction
Say yes with everything you have left
it will be hard, you will cry and want it all to end
but you are constructed to bare much
you keep busy to ignore me! I become rage!
to tune out my voice!
look around you! LOOK!
with full force, let me control you!
you had many chances, opportunities, all gifts from me
you in your stubborn pride turn them down
so I punished you, yes I was harsh, but only to get your attention
now... listen to me very carefully
and stop horsing around
your gifts are like lightning on the darkest night
you want friends and love and people around
we have been here before and you know the outcome
focus!
focus and spend time with me
I will hurry and help you
you belong to me alone
and where we meet you have no voice, I enjoy that
We meet in SILENCE...in your STILLNESS
and you enjoyed it too, I know boasted to the others
you never see my face, its for your own good
Love, I don't know what it is, but does it matter? Tell me...
I am what you need, what you wanted all these years has poisoned you
understood...... no need to answer, it was not a question.
(c)LadyFiOct282013GD
SONNET FOR THE POLITICALLY CORRECT
[There is a history of the world, parallel with that which we know - or is it?]
Then Horatius slew no foes to defend the bridge
But invited Lars Porsena across for tea and crumpets
With our English dead did we not close up the breach
Nor storm the wall to sound of drums and trumpets
No promise of toil, tears, and sweat was made, but in lieu
One of handouts entitlements, counselling and free contraceptives
Our spokesmen were exhorted to tolerate every view
No 'evil empire' was confronted, with robust invective
We submitted to dependence, delusion and wishful thinking
In that parallel world of sweetness, light and no villainy
On a gradual slippery slope not aware we were sinking
In a slow subtle deluge of utopian soft tyranny
A servile decaying world we inherit if we neglect
The fight for freedom, but embrace the politically correct