Best Debate Poems
“Devoid of decorum and dignity”
Is one of the quotes that I heard.
To know it relates to the POTUS debates
Is as awful as it is absurd.
On one side, a bully whose bluster
Would get him suspended from school;
With no self-control and a hole in his soul,
He’s a pompous, perfidious fool.
On the other side, he who’d replace him
Wants to pacify, help and unite
Yet in making his case, what instead he must face
Is a nasty below-the-belt fight.
In the middle, befuddled and helpless,
Is the person who should be in charge
But when things go off-track, he can’t stop the attack,
Like a substitute teacher writ large.
We watch, feeling sick and despondent,
In shock at how low we have sunk
And that outrage and shame, for which we have no name,
Lingers on in a nightmarish funk.
Sporting boxing gloves, tonight’s the debate.
It’s an American show.
World rulers are watching.
Two suits with familiar faces, the faces that we focus our battles.
These masters of the future, in your name they act, but you claim no blame.
So when a war is fought or the smog embalms us, will you still shout with tears that democracy lost out?
So the comedy continues, your part once more in audience.
And when our continued blinkered, forced ignorance prevails.
Will your sons and daughters blame the system, the money, or the Blairs?
Corn has silky hair...
A hard cob for a spine...
It's juice is milky...
It has alot of protein...
Does that make it a mammal?
Give us your poor, your huddled masses,
And we will feed them with the grasses
Made green by political asses.
a debate between
Tim Pawlenty and Mitt Romney--
Gomer Pyle and Sarge?
Go for argument
With good manner and knowledge
To establish truth
Tonight’s Debate
Oyez, oyez six pm pacific time don’t be late!
to watch a ninety-minute presidential debate
Biden hyped up on Mountain Dew
vs the walrus who’s Cu cu ca choo
My choice MSNBC the only one I tolerate
DEBATE
A line of faces
In semi-circle
Big ugly at center
All in mask and gown
A slow waltz begins
They speak
Each in turn
From the crowd
Chief Pemican says
“Pale faces speak with forked tongue.”
Each step to forced control
But, Senator_________and others decide
To foxtrot
Cymbals crash
With annoying bluster
The whole group in disarray
Defending choice
Save big ugly
Who won’t step to either tune
Dave Austin
Debaters may boast who talks the most, but the most votes, ladies and gents,
are won with the most common sense, and a dollop of dollars and cents.
Submitted Friday the 13th of May 2022, for the “Killing with an Epigram Poetry Contest” sponsored by Margarita Lillico
Today I thought of all my stress
Causing me such an unrest
So much to think that I had thought
Would it be better to live or not?
Get this straight: I'm no cutter
No pill taker; def. not a jumper
I'm not killing myself- get that straight
Just explaining today's living debate
I hate the fact I suck at school
No discipline in me for easy rules
'Do the work, earn good grades'
I failed to do so; a whole year fades
My freshman year; man I $*#%ed up
Too much partying, boys and stuff
Taken for granted just how hard
Barely passing for my report card
I ruled today I just must live
My life, to the fullest, and to give
Back to all who help me to stay
Family, friends, defining me to claim nay.
Nay, I will never end early my years
Selfish would it be; no other word more clear
For people who care and have to deal
If I were gone; their lifelong empty feel
Not being conceded; I'm not all that
I just couldn't ever leave someone like that
Abandonment, giving up, not me
I'll fight this challenge to get off AP*
Staying in school's now my number one
Everything comes second; last listed is 'Fun'
Focus on completing the work I need
Will help me cope with getting degree'd
From this message, please take away
The thought to never check out early your stay
Here on this earth, even when you're down
Think of your loved ones who'll always want you around.
*AP: Academic Probation- possibility of removal of university for poor grades
Sally was an innocent 12 year old...
Innocent until she went to the park to meet a lad she'd met on line
She told her parents she was going out
was just meeting a friend
On that fateful August evening her life changed forever
Stripped of her innocence
Brutally gang raped by a group of 5 young men
A month later it was discovered she was pregnant...
In circumstances like these ... would you deny a girl an abortion
Fiction poem but I have read of events like this happening for real
Inspired by poem by Jacqueline r Mendoza
7/4/18
An Open Debate, We Await...
Hohoho.....
Someone is so full of himself and sounded so arrogant...
So full of self importance to come across as belligerent...
Issuing an open challenge for a public debate any time and place in Bolehland...
That brave but brash man is now caught like a deer in a car's headlights in No Man's land...
His open challenge is now officially accepted by a small party's president....
Whose party has unobtrusively accepted the challenge on 29November...
Albeit a political party small in numbers but with a gutsy lady president ....
Who accepted the open challenge and now pursues it too its desired conclusion....
The ignominy of which the proponent surely grasps and understands...
The acceptance for a much desired and publicised political debate...
Comes across in black and white, well phrased and with a glaring caveat...
The proponent is not to withdraw or to cook up excuses of any kind..
To escape his obligations for an open debate he so brashly publicised...
The proof of the pudding or pie is in the eating...
Bolehland awaits if this man has what it takes...
To an open debate on rights and privileges of Sarawak and Sabah...
In the 1963 formation of Bolehland as a free nation...
Hohoho....
Simply put, the question remains, got balls or not.....
Or was it all just a dare me on, just a political talk....
As in the acronym NATO, No Action Talk Only....
A prevalent norm of operations from the ruling party...
Hohoho....
it's an emotion
the debate over anger
is it dangerous?
Do not count the times my truant tongue spoke
As though counting spring lambs high on the hill!
Can a fire rage aflame with ash and oak
And not yield it's embers to the dawn's chill?
A sabre’s errant challenge to confront
With parochial Envy at its root
Now presented again, both dull and blunt
That turns, by parried defense, to be moot.
Again, with mirth, I engage thine outrage,
Though tire from its false theme of affront
As rote as the actor’s lines from his stage,
No more to win than the fox in the hunt.
Rest thy rage, it to mellow by the morn
To soften thy brow, no longer forlorn.