Best Disagreed Poems
In the saloon gambler Milton, rose from his leather chair to speak
And said we need to make changes for the good of Soup Creek
He read all the meaningful proposals to the townsfolk out loud
And those meaningful proposals were well received by the crowd.
A stranger sat in the corner looked like he'd just got outta bed
Stood up and disagreed with everything Milton had said
He'd totally misunderstood Milton's honourable intention
The situation became tense and you could feel the tension.
There was an icy deadly silence then over by the far corner
Stood saloon girl Jenna looking mean, and cradling a Winchester
There was a mad stampede, as folks tried to get out the door
The stranger carried on ranting and at gambler Milton he swore.
Someone had alerted Sheriff Koplin and he was soon on his way
Then entered the saloon approaching the stranger, and had this to say
"Soup Creek is a very peaceful town and we aim to keep it that way
And if you don't like how we run things then you'd best be on your way"
Then from the back door of the saloon, entered four other deputies
Dave the Texas ranger, saloon girl Tania and the blacksmith called Rees
Undertaker Tom needed business, he was hoping the stranger they'd kill
And then headed off with a pick and shovel, to his office at Boot Hill.
The stranger was outnumbered and knew he wouldn't win
And handed the Sheriff his gun who said "I'm taking you in"
The Sheriff at gunpoint walked the stranger over to the jail
And told him" I'm locking you up and don't think about bail"
Meanwhile Tom up at Boot Hill was sweating digging a grave
Then heard someone hollering it was the Texas ranger Dave
Tom looked up and Dave told him "you won't be needed today
But Sheriff Koplin is generous and you'll still get your days pay"
"Gambler Milton is in the saloon later and he's holding a big party"
Tom threw his shovel in the grave and said "sounds good to me "
They both mounted their horses and then headed back to town
And they arrived back in Soup Creek as the sun was going down.
Written 16th August 2022
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suppressed for years
and.... I tried,
yet they never seemed to understand.
So... I remained
misunderstood by ignorant minds
I guess I became lost
m i s g u i d e d.
Yet, I remained
on that path,
maybe, to be accepted.
They forget, even
saints have sinned.
I did not need
to be fixed
nor cured,
i was not diseased,
i was not dying.
My mind saw in clear definition
Yet the heart was still... A little torn.
It was you - them,
all of you.
Those who never showed me the way
nor any faith.
So, I remained
always at the
start.
Each time I took one step forward, in the end I just went
back
and... Even though I was there
none of you saw me.
Silence became my friend,
The heart did beat,
but it f
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upon
deaf ears.
I was fragile,
but you were intoxicated,
floating within ignorant intimacy,
like butterflies full of lust
but... They still came
took what they wanted and
left.
Even you
could not see
how your polluted
perfume was choking me.
When I showed you
the whole of the moon,
you disagreed and said,
it was just a crescent.
Again you failed to see
what was hidden
behind the clouds -
which masked the truth.
As the
horizons diversify
and the stars
begin to fade,
the day will come,
when I am gone.
Some may cry -
most will smile.
As you stumble
upon my words
and the ink reels
of blood
portray my life,
maybe then,
as the sun
is dying -
someone may
finally understand.
*NOTE: Jack and I wonder how many of you have heard of the Zona Shue case –
an American murder victim who had revenge in Virginia in the late 1800s.
Zona was killed by her husband, Edward Shue, who then took elaborate steps to
cover his crime. In an attempt to disguise Zona’s broken neck, Edward dressed her
corpse in a scarf and high necked dress, stuffed her coffin with pillows (to support
her vertebrae) and refused to allow even the doctor near the body.
However, Zona appeared to her mother and revealed the truth. Following
exhumation and an autopsy, Edward was found guilty of murder. It was the only
case in American history where information provided by a ghostly apparition was
admitted as evidence for consideration by jurors.
Jack and I are co-sponsoring a contest on ghost poems. Our co-write "A Ghost's
Testimony" below will give you an idea what we're seeking in entries.
"A Ghost's Testimony"
"She must have fallen down the stairs:
A tragic accident," he said.
"I've washed her body, laid her out -
Oh, Doctor Knapp, my Zona's dead!"
"No accident! Shue broke my neck.
Mother, please hear my ghostly plea.
Take him to court and make him pay;
It's murder in the first degree."
“I’ve dressed her in her high necked frock…
Thought pillows by her neck looked fine…
She’d want to wear this scarf,” he wept.
“But no one touch the corpse - she’s mine!”
"Thanks, Mom, for bringing this to court.
The autopsy was not done right!
With malice Shue cut my life short.
Exhume my body; shed some light."
“Her mother wants to see me hang,
But she can’t prove my guilt,” he fumed.
“She claims the body sheet turned red,
And wants to have my wife exhumed.”
"The judge disagreed and allowed
My spirit world testimony.
Shue, my killer, was not so proud;
A death in jail for this phony!"
In a field that is claimed to be wasteland
only fed by the sun and the rain;
its dotted with a sprinkling of yellow
amongst the wild grasses again.
And the manicured lawns of the village
with the roses pruned into shape
will never be found in the wasteland
and don’t have the will to escape.
There’s a man who tenders this wasteland
and the villagers all disagreed
when he argued a case for himself
that the dandelion is not a weed.
Yes, dandelion is a humble herb
that provides us with salad and tea
it has flowers that mirror the sun
and draws in the wild honey bee.
When plants are missed in the harvest
or left for a season to grow
there is cotton like seed parachutes
drifting off as if dandelion snow.
If a parachute lands in a garden
and finally sprouts from its seed
not a villager can be convinced
that the dandelion is not a weed.
Yes, dandelion is a humble herb
that provides us with salad and tea
it has flowers that mirror the sun
and draws in the wild honey bee.
Being rich in mineral content
essential oils, and vitamins too
dandelion is kind to our bodies
a healer growing free to pursue.
As I reap my crop in the wasteland,
and only dig up what I do need
I’m happy I don’t need convincing
that the dandelion is not a weed.
From sixteen to sixty you have loved me
I have loved you
Destined to share this life together
A blessed fulfilled life… tried and true!
Together we have grown into adulthood
A loyal team side by side
Conquered all life handed us
Each other’s support and guide
We have agreed and disagreed
Gained life knowledge along the way
Through all of these life’s moments
Side by side we constantly stayed
Humour and laughter a daily occurrence
Playfulness, fun and silly times
Constantly making each other laugh
Our minds and spirits aligned
I could never imagine life with another
Or my life ever without you
Even just the thought of you not in my life
Generates anguish through and through
Thankyou for loving me so well
Always ensuring I am happy and safe
Side by side with you in this lifetime
Will forever be my place…
Long, long it's been way way too long
the feel of the cut of your bang
traversing my beating chest
dissapated along with the time
and another
long lonely shower
of pulled back curtains
certainly awaiting your mist
the gist of your lasting kiss
biting down 'pon my lip
swaying, hands upon hips
we trip, we all trip and fall
but rise up and take it all
in, the beauty amid each sin
all saintly deeds, agreed and disagreed
we bleed each other's blood
sipping one by one
hiding from the sun and the stars
oh lover where for art thou now
Oh, for days of wine and song
when everybody got along
When friend or foe was not defined
by politics to be outlined
When simple things like plain old love
outweighed the need to rise above
And when the chosen faith or creed
did nothing if we disagreed
How sad for friends of long ago
to grow apart for different choice
Instead of celebrating time
in love of friendship to rejoice
Oh, for days of wine and song
Were youth and innocence so wrong
I miss the ones on different course
I’m left with such a keen remorse
Did I in my conviction lead
to empty hearts in want and need
I have to think, it’s not too late
with wine and song, we can relate
Perhaps you have a friend that came into your life for just a season. And just like that, that friend had to relocate for a very good reason.
I really do not recall that there was much we ever had in common.
But without a doubt, I loved when to their home we were summoned.
Whenever my wife and I were there, I hated when it was time to go. He and his wife are most precious, people we are proud to know.
Several years ago when they decided to move away, I greatly opposed. I later learned theirs was a selfless move, and I was selfish I suppose.
It was in a study group that I got the news about our friends leaving, And we each took our turn to pray about the reality of their moving. I even recall a few sincere words I used in my prayer to The Lord. "If I were you, I'd simply tell them to forget about it Dear Lord".
I suspect that what Louie and I had was something I never had before. My conversations with him were rare, the kind I came to love and adore.
I saw in Louie no trace of mask or fake, but pure unadulterated genuiness. We often disagreed and had heated debates without any duress or distress.
I have seen Louie once or twice since they moved away to Lone Star State. I miss my friend Louie, especially the way we orchestrated those debates.
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An optimist and pessimist were sitting in the park,
Their outlooks as divergent as the light is to the dark.
“I think this will be over soon,” the optimist declared.
The pessimist just looked at her as if she were impaired.
“Our lives will never ever be the ones we used to lead,”
The pessimist asserted, but her buddy disagreed.
“You’ll see, before you know it, all will be just like before,”
The optimist responded, a believer to the core.
Their argument continued, each convinced that she was right,
Not seeing any grays at all between the black and white.
Yet time will tell whose thoughts pan out, for now the world’s a mess
And I don’t see it going back. (My side? Well, take a guess!)
I never round-or-flatly disagreed
with Johnny Appleseed,
so red, so crisp, so...quite.
Never in the dawning, evening dawn
did I fly up or s*it upon...John James Audobon
in the evening, morning night.
Ah, I'd never be rude or eat the food
of the pulchritudinous Johnny B Goode.
How could I?
And why would I harm
odorless, flightless John Barleycorn
or give him Spanish flea?
I'd sail the vast untarted sea,
or play drums obstreperously,
with that flapjack, John Paul Jones,
but what kind of pancake would I be
if I revealed I was bigger than, by three,
that wunderkind, John Holmes?
Would I ask Johnny on the Spot
for a rag to wipe my snot?
Unindubitably!
Would I surprise him with mascara,
or do the backstroke in marinara
like a mushroom in a noodly sea?
I'd be on time for Johnny Come Lately,
and eat bon bons till I sat, oblately,
under the midday moon.
I'd tell Johnny Carson, "That's a wrap"
and neatly wrap my dog's crap
up with cellophoone.
What about John Jacob Jingleheimer Schmidt,
that diaphanous, novelty hit?
Would I blast him with the guns of Navarone
under a sky that sticks like the glue
of a colorless, humid, hue?
Would I deny him a raisin scone?
No!
When Johnny Comes Marching In gets home,
I'd serve him grits and iridescent cornpone,
and sit him on my knee.
Then I give him a lavender shout,
and set up an appointment for my gout,
superciliously.
Would I ask John the Baptist to convert?
No, I'd offer him some camembert
and crackers!
And the sprightly John the Apostle?
I'd offer him a waffle.
and crackers
(for dessert).
Oh John Keats, dear clapboard poet - you left too soon,
before I could offer you a macaroon,
or anything that leaves a crumb.
There's a reason I asked you for tea.
Give me a sign. Tell me honestly,
do you think I'm a doofus - dopey, dippy, daft and dumb?
Would I pull the leg or make fun...or steal a tart, chocolate eclair, pineapple upside down cake or cinnamon bun
from the beetle, John Winston Lennon?
Nope, I imagine I wouldn't, in truth,
but I'd surely pull the tooth
of the weevil John Wilkes Booth
under the midnight sun.
I wonder what your thinking, in your country far away
And what on earth possesses you to threaten mine today
You allow your people to starve, munitions they are first
While daily people starve to death and many die of thirst
Your father and grandfather should have taught you how to care
Instead they shared their legacy of treating people unfair
Many live in work camps with three generations or more
Simply because they disagreed, so now all must chore
You live in style above the rest, have people who adore
But deep down, I believe that each person longs for more
You teach hatred and despise my country each and every day
For freedom and free choice would take yours away
Your people follow in fear, like robots in a line
I wonder how long they will conform or will it be your time
More and more try to escape, or die instead of live
In a country such as yours that takes much more than it gives
Each building,statue, memorial you have to tell a tale
Of twisted truths and travesties instead they often fail
For freedom is what's needed in the country you call home
Grow food instead of opium,and leave the people alone
You have the power in your hands to change what was past
Hurry please before it's too late you must do it fast
Do not start a war in which more people will die
Because your father and grandfather started it with a lie.
How did America declare its independence day,
A successful war which gained America's freedom against England.
A war fought with sacrifice. It conquered it's freedom July Four Seventeen seventy-six.
It has been celebrated for two hundred forty-one years
A long battle fought against England after the Revolutionary War.
A feud amongst two countries to secure our homeland.
The no taxation which began to cause tension and chaos amongst settlers and British.
Over laws which many disagreed upon.
Upon many riots, many tossed tea over the sea.
Later became known as the Boston Tea Party.
During seventeen seventy-three.
In honor of fourteen colonies
America shot its ammunition fourteen times loudly.
Every American knew it was in honor of our fourteen established Colonies.
Even then Americas flag only had fourteen stars
Which represented each state in America.
Two hundred forty-one years later.
Americas flag now has fifty-one stars
Americas flag is red, white and blue.
It has fifty-one small stars on the top left corner
All in a roll inside a small rectangle
The background behind the fifty-one stars is blue
On the right side of the fifty-one stars, the flag has medium size stripes
The color of the stripes are white and red
They play a pattern which follows red white red white horizontally
A flag is placed on a pole so it doesn't touch the floor
Every star represents each country.
The white house even has a memorial place for every fallen hero
Many do not know Americas Declaration of Independence wasn't signed
On July four Seventeen Seventy-Six.
The declaration was signed after each voted in favor of Richard Henry Lee
The actual date it was truly signed was on August two seventeen seventy-six
Two months after it conquered its freedom from Great Britain.
America celebrates its independence day annually to celebrate its victory against Great Britain.
There is a city in Europe where Romans do dwell
The beginning of which must have been hell
Founded by twins once sentenced to die
And nursed by a she-wolf. They came to defy
The horrible uncle that tried to destroy
The peace that would come from the twin boys
Afraid they would one day steal his thrown
He sentenced their deaths, but they lived on unknown
Till one day they learned who they truly were
And marched an army to kill the cur
After his death the twins disagreed
They decided on a contest-The winner succeeds-
Romulus started a city of his own
But Remus was angered at being alone
He hopped right over his brother’s moat
And was slain on the spot, or so it was wrote
Romulus became King of the Lands
And built many things with his two hands
The Senate and Rome can be credited to him
Quite a lot from someone whose life was so grim
He turned a page, read for a bit, then bookmarked it,
He then stood and knocked on the door; my door,
I opened it and invited him to a cup of tea with milk,
He took a step then stood still and opened his mouth,
I tilted my head just a bit to show that I will listen,
But he closed it and continued walking to the table.
I sat on the carpet crossing my legs as he did, too,
He folded his arms as if cold then picked up the cup,
And sipped whilst glaring at me through the steam,
He placed the teacup back to its saucepan, ‘cling’,
He opened his mouth and spoke of the past; history,
I fixed few errs and agreed on many series of events.
He spoke of tomorrow and I disagreed on everything,
He spoke of marriage, of weddings and a bit of love,
He spoke of copious grandchildren and a bit of love,
He spoke of age and time and death and a bit of love,
His warm proud gaze broke itself into the self of me,
Aware of the mirror in front of me as I take another sip.
Tuesday, 24th of May 2011
My phone is being tapped; I’m sure of it
I called a government guy a nitwit
Why did I post that blog?
Am I in such a fog?
Perhaps I should have called him a half-wit
The letter to the editor was hot
Just look at how many comments it got
Not one soul disagreed
It started a stampede
All wanting to lash out at the big shot
Men in black are outside wearing a grin
Now I fear everyone who isn’t kin
Strange cameras appeared
At home – they look so weird
I believe paranoia has set in
*Entry for Susan’s: Big Brother-Who’s Watching You and Why” contest.