Best Crack Down Poems
My favorite President is yet to be
He may well not go down in history
For he'll do what really needs to be done
Antagonizing almost everyone under the sun
First he'll fix Social Security; it's running short of cash
Upping retirement age to 68, a move the 'swamp' will call rash
Then he'll crack down on Medicare/Medicaid fraud and crime
Infuriating the clout-heavy cheaters in America's medicinal slime
Next he'll free up school choice for the poor, not just the rich
More vouchers and charter schools: teachers unions will yell and beech
He'll clean up the ghettos, bust up the gangs, and load up the jails
Violent felons and their Park Avenue backers will want him impaled
He'll break the stranglehold on free speech and inquiry in universities
Big-tech CEO's will squirm, when he ends their totalitarian strip-tease
He'll repair the military, building the strongest defense ever
Daring China and Russia to come get us -- They won't; they're too clever
He'll veto delusionary pork projects which taxpayers can't afford
Boosting old-fashioned 'capitalism' -- for that he will not be adored
As for climate change, he'll pressure China, India and the other slackers
To reign in their CO2 abuse, while the world calls him a bully and hacker
Truth is, my favorite President-to-be will probably never get elected
And if somehow he does, I hope from angry mobs he'll be protected
~ Inspired by, but not an entry in L. Milton Hankins'
'Your Favorite President Contest' ~
Boiling shells crack down hard upon raining rooftops
None doth any apparitional material cover upon her arrogant gift
She hast not laid down upon her last upstanding
Glass convails images of the inconceivable
Throwing away the Sun in blackened sickness
No guilt, no shame,
Unfeeling the inevitable eternal despisement
Swarms choking the insides with a blanket
They whisper in your ear "I love you"
They grant you no delegable antidote
Pig-wrapped in a wasteful pursuit of carnal futility
Living out the rest of days hollow
Old and carolled she slips on the filth of plastic suit
No, she won't live that long
(Originally Written 3/20/2019)
An earthquake size crack down my heart
Now that from soup you did depart
No more romantic gems
To meet those little whims
How I long for your awesome art
Sponsor: SKAT A
Contest: A Valentine Limerick To The Poet Who Broke My Heart
Written: February 2, 2015
Referenda! Referendum!
The big ban will make it boom!
Hopefully on June 23rd,
Listen to what I have just heard
Calls of: that is it! That’s it!
It is time to jump,
It’s time to Brexit
The beauty of Britain
Is in its uniqueness,
In its unity in diversity, in its commonwealth,
In its borrowed Kenyan tea,
In its Indian curry
In its jerk spicy Jamaican chicken and Chinese take-away,
In its Irish coffee and flavour,
And fish chips,
Which the empire,
Once upon a time mixed it
That’s it! That’s it!
It is time to close the gates,
Or maybe it’s time to Brexit
Whether it will fit or not,
The opportunity is now here
To fix it.
Once and for all,
To decide and call the call
And play a role, its own role
And hex it.
Hex the bunch of Brussels
And the commission,
With the fake mission,
That intends to flex it
The union, the mighty union will soon
Crack down, if a Brexit, Greexit and the rest
Will definitely follow suit to lax it
But all this may not occur
And Britain will be doomed to remain
Imprisoned and blur,
For another century to come
And be a dictum for others to lance it.
Is it possible to be proud of pride; if not then I don't know what to call this
this feeling of appreciation, turning an entire night around
but the night gains dust on the couch; it's a new day, a dark new day
The issue, it's still buzzing, nagging, playing the joker trump card
My heart may be strong but it can't take these punches much longer
This situation sits confidently on top of my head
dodging at all the right times while tirelessly I struggle to remove it
I see a moment to erupt like a volcano but only a ring of smoke flares out
I see a moment to throw up the lunch I never ate
but only a belch emerges with the blood slowly rushing to my cheeks
My life is like a game of Jenga
it's always one thing piling up after another, creating a skyscraper
all the problems of my opinions, all the problems I share with friends
yet when one ray of hope, when one ounce of merriment commences
there's a shade of my past at the ready to crack down my defenses
makes me remember
and the skyscraper is now a building block avalanche, crippling me
Stained, why am I so stained; who's to blame
Was it Belle or did it all begin with Sarah...
I'm unable to tell, it all seems so foreign
The only thing telling me it was once my reality: pain
It hurts, I cannot deny; it hurts
I can put on all the facades I can muster, act facetious, say I don't care
but it would just be one more lie I'd write off
My issues, they stand undefeated, no scars or scratches
while I lay down bruised and beaten, no will to get up again
They don't fall, the tears, but their stinging presence is felt
Pathetic...the abrupt crazy laughter cries pathetic insanity while my voice screams 'whatever'
Will I ever be able to live this down; if I live it down, I'll just throw it back up
Why...why did she have to tell...I was better off ignorant
now I'm cursed with a replay of my vibrant imagination...
If I tear out my eyes, will I still be able to visualize...
Love, allow my soul to live happily.......
I have born for you to get your love that I deserve
I love the way you loved me with your inner feelings
You took me to the world beyond our imagination
and showed me love is to be loved
You are a gift of my soul that never fly away from my heart
Even a bird in the nest has her partner in the nights
but I am without you so many nights with painful tears
Today, so much I miss you day by day and night by night
Dreams come and go but our love here is to stay in reality
No matter what happens in my dream
but life without you is nothing but shattered dreams
You are a beautiful lady that I have not seen yet
and you are anchoring me deep in your heart with love
Please do not allow my love become a patient in my life
Cause, my heart will crack down into thousand pieces if happens
So, let me lose my love within your heart
for my soul to live happily in your heart forever.
Ravi Sathasivam / Sri Lanka
All rights are reserved @ 2017 - Ravi Sathasivam
A long hairline crack down the side
Can't be seen from entrance at door
It leaks just a small drip not tide
But tends to puddle on the floor
Will try to patch by using caulk
Let it dry then see if it works
With this repair should have good block
Maybe not even watermarks
All that work you have guessed, it leaks
Still..maybe have to replace it
Can't just throw this away..antiques
Know what I can do get a kit
In the yard it will get to sit
During its final days it will
Float jasmine scent to our credit
The end for commode that's unreal
Her eyes blinked-
Sending a tear,
Down her cheek;
Her heart trampled-
Like a wild animal,
Held onto a leash;
The spring had come,
And with it came-
The sweet-smelling lavenders,
That hung low,
Seeing her sorrow-laden face.
'Don`t worry dear,
I`ll be back for you,
In a week`s time',
Thus he had said to her,
On a cold rainy night,
When the wind lashed-
Against the unhooked windows,
Making them dance,
On their hinges.
But the war went on,
And weeks turned into months,
And months into years,
Leaving not a minute;
For them in its clock.
The phone rang that morning;
She hurried down the stairs,
Slipping a step or two,
Hoping it to be-
Her dear partner.
She had been crying,
Ever since she picked up-
That mysterious call,
Which had made her,
Crack down on the floor;
For a sad call,
I`m sure it was.
Of course, he had come!
But why did his arrival,
Leave her lamenting?
There she sits-
On the cold floor-
Just in the middle-
Of the carpet-spreaded hall,
And beside her,
Lie her husband,
Soulless and cold,
In a well-built coffin.
And the war went on,
Seeing all this,
And creating-
Many soulless cold bodies,
And leaving all those-
Dear ones lamenting.
Pain is random
Love, just so if it happens
The wall of your fortress it just might crack down
A Knight in shining armour, pretty girl he's got your back now
Because its not a pretty world let me lay the facts out
Evil men prevail but ill lash out and ill act out.
Let the forces of darkness surround me
Let false acts of kindness be brought down here
Never bitter toward you let their strenght be in numbers
And ill let mine be in the Lord and when they sleep and slumber
I'll make a way of escape and they won't even know it
The Princess is really the Queen of my dreams under the cloak of the darkness
Now there been a matter of excitement
go inside the village and you can hear it dicussed there
you feel this energy of shouts coming from the crowd "God is Deliverence"
He fights my enemys or else i am just a sheep for the slaughter
A bossy spirit resides in the clearing see the chopping block
Every best freind of mine is trying to chop mine off
LIke blocks of herbs and posionous spices
And led that is fed to the unsuspecting victim
Like little pieces of glass mesured out and the plans for her lover are exucuted percisely
But he hangs on in love and suffers longer
Now i know its sounds horrible coming from an executer
I pronounce death on you and the ax swings down and the crowd sendsa cheer up
now back then they didnt call it the city
They all knew it by the name of " the kings amusment park"
Now come and bite into this apple
you test every piece of fruit and the way she is dancing makes you feel awful
because you know you seen her put the posion in it
Your like oh well God is the king and treat him accordingly
And i slap it out your hand and tell you, you musnt eat
You foolish man dont you know the king is trying to posion you.
You are acting like your rank will give you stature
Im like dont even make me mad at you
I just save your life and your demanding an explanations
The kings eyes are like daggers gushing into your heart man
Now listen dont stare the Queen Im trying to help you
For Your majesty is consumed with thye spirit of jealousy
Now watch and please observe me
i am not only a knight of the king
I am Gods servant
I know we could make it.
You’re bashful;
You grin with the innocence a temptress feigns,
Spouting out outrageous eyefuls
Of an open garden gate.
Prodding thoughts that tiptoe up to high heavens
And crack down like lightening,
Like bodies from buildings when they hit cement;
You are the long-lost riot I dreamt.
You take hot baths and listen to Bach and hide under the bed;
I sit at your feet and gawp up at you like you were unreachable,
A star in the dust overhead.
I know we could make it;
You and I go together like salt and wounds,
Like a moth and the moon,
Like spools to a loom.
You were the fall that came for me too soon.
I only write when I am at the tip of unsteady introspection,
And can see death from above.
I only care for you because you are the last person
I know I’ll ever love.
brings world word ii gunnery duty
as extremely frightful flashback
which utterly displeases this elderly mortal
and such behavior moi aback!
Born in this same house
on Leona avenue, this oldster doth dwell
which neighborhood once felt like heaven,
but now seems like hell
pet peeves arise with ever more frequency
from increased unpleasant encroachments
along this very narrow street
some young hoodlum
left trash scattered on property
that blew everywhere pell mell
but also parks a slew of cars up and down
both sides of this narrow thoroughfare
blithely co-opting an unused driveway
by an elderly lady who lives alone
oh, or a male friend of his
who guns the engine of a rosey roadster
at the crack of dawn
and when confronted blurted out
“i gotta do what i gotta do”
these complaints, i feel a need
(albeit anonymously)
this doddering soldier
of misfortune doth wish to tell
hoping the police can crack down
e’en if they need (billy me) to be idle
voicing rebellious yell!
address and name withheld on request
on account to avoid getting
preyed upon via ruffian's quest
so…please do not misperceive me a pest
but feel grateful (before
being dead) to clear me chest
only a concerned citizen kane at best
and a harmless curmudgeon i attest!
I hide in a niche within myself
Furtively blinding the self from truth
The ravenous tongue knows
It is the other side of
The hidden tank sealed with dried tears
The rivers of sorrow bypass my heart
And I smile at my isolated victory
Proud that I didn't crack down
When another bereavement knocked
On my door and left me weirdly silent
The lone fugitive peeps through the slits
Hungering for the love of the departed
Perhaps another day the warm sun
Will ride into my heart to stay till eternity
March 14, 2016
Contest: Fugitive
Sponsor: Julia Ward
Full-scale warfare precipitates between two factions.
Many men tumble because of these actions.
What really started this thing, I do not know.
Both sides want to control the City of Chicago.
Police crack down on illegal gambling.
They are also after prostitution and bootlegging.
Within the city government, there is corruption and scandal.
It appears there is an excess for them to handle.
As far as citizens like us, things are not too fine.
They are as bad as ever in February 1929.
I heard many shots ringing out downstairs this morning.
A massive bloodbath has taken place without warning.
They say there are seven men lying face down on the floor.
The culpable individuals are not around anymore.
The responsible killers absconded without being seen.
The aftermath of this action is a most horrible scene.
On this Valentine’s Day morning, we are seeing too much red.
Seven members of Bugs Moran’s gang are now dead.
Personal Attacks, Battles, or Slamming Soup Members (Do not use a member's name in poems
or comments - unless it is positive!!!)
Yeah...
I love the rules
but many don't follow
I hate the players
that can't be role models
they can't play the game
the same way we play
they advise the wise
and crack down demise
I only say what is on my mind
got nothing good to say?
then don't say! explain it!
How can you say that I don't even care
about the way that I look and the clothes that I wear
With the way that you look at me
saying I'm fat
and ugly
and heartless
and all of that crap
I've always tried hard not to let it show
that the words that you say to me hurt like a blow
to the stomach, the face, to the backside, at that
And the way that you push me down on that mat with the media
where all the skeletons dance
their ribs are all showing
they wear size zero pants
I'm just not like them, why can't you see?
but I know in my heart
that you can't accept me
as I am; I have to be perfect, you know
But I'm overweight, and my skin is like snow.
I wish you could see me
you know, way down deep
I have a heart made of gold
only you make it weep
and you've made it cold
and what good is that?
You've frozen it over and
you've made it crack down the middle
Now it is broken in two
And you wonder why I rebel against you.