Best First In Line Poems
When looking for a quack with spiked rates
Some try the Windowed Office of Bill Gates
Coz right on the spot
He’ll give you a shot
But be prepared to accept his dictates
His business, Microshot, you may know
Needled itself ahead of every foe
With billions of bucks
To create deluxe
Vaccine versions 2, 3, and 4.0
Yet there are many who’ve come to razz him
And treat him with deserved sarcasm
Like those who’ve found
Themselves wheelchair bound
Though Gates claims it’s just a back spasm
Now Gates wants to vaccinate the planet
With help in tow this is how they’ll plan it
By changing genes
With secret means
Which to me sounds more or less satanic
Yet there are those who want to be first in line
To get their shot with a chaser of wine
Well here’s to their health
Or rather Gates’s wealth
Which must be baked in his evil design
But when at Bill’s door you hear the death knell
That is your vaccination alarm bell
For more than malware
Coz once in his lair
You’ll know why they call his shop ‘Gates of Hell’
I’m Tweety Bird and ‘I tawt I taw a puddy tat,’
But what I mean, Trump’s nightmares fear a democrat,
I’m as yellow as your hair, tweet,
Feel sure you dye it fair, tweet,
Vulgar antics towards opponents, shows lack of morality
Fake tan, untruths, arrogance and more, sadly your totality.
Become a mature American leader Mr. President,
Your unacceptable rapport with world leaders has evil intent,
Sorry, you are just a reality show,
A favour, take a bow and go,
You fuel Racism, Feminism, Semitism, encourage Supremacists,
Build a wall, which Mexicans dig under, such a hedonist!
President-elect Tweety Bird, stop your victimization, it’s become boring,
Debateable If you possess, any political finesse, for war hoping?
Hurriedly looking for a vaccine,
I Tweety Bird, first in line,
Side effect, maybe both of us losing our yellow fluff!
Would discuss climate change, but know you’ve abandoned this, rough!
Do you find yourself playing church
More often these days than not
Going through the motions
Only shaking hands with God
Working on your salvation
With religious bolts and stripped out screws
Saying I love you neighbor
But leaving out the Golden Rule
Climbing Jacob's ladder
In your multi-colored worldly coat
Holding tight to your possesions
As you hate to let them go
First in line on Sunday
Dutifully religiously
While every other day of the week
You fail to bend the knee
Your Bible always with you
On the dash or in the back
You hear Jesus loves you somewhere in there
But you're not sure of where that's at
You sing out loud in the crowd
Sometimes even raise your hands
But when they ask for volunteers
You struggle with the yes I can
You have a ton of secrets
At home hidden in a box
Letting them out when you're alone
Because you don't dare keep it locked
Afraid to give that one sin up
Do you find yourself playing church
More often these days than not
Going through the motions
Only shaking hands with God
Woke up at 2:30 this morning with the first stanza in my head and couldn't go back to sleep till I finished it about an hour later...You think God's trying to tell me something?
I
feel
today
will be
my last
a feeling
of panic
now vanished
now has passed
A sense of knowing fills my heart
Today a whole new life will start
To greet me will be Mum and Dad
Grandpa and Grandma too
The first in line to take my hand
And there to lead me through
My son ~ my only child ~ my boy
Will stand there next to you
My darling husband
My soulmate
My friend
I know
My love
It’s you
Tonight is when
my journey ends
The end of my poetry too
No more poems will I write
My final one I wrote tonight
And as the day turns into night
I climb on board my final flight
And as I fly into the sky
My Space Ship and I
Will explode!
Will ignite!
Like the
brightest rocket
On
Guy Fawkes Night
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What a way to go
What a fabulous show
A number one poem
Guess I’ll never know
SO
***On this Starry***Starry night***
Farewell
&
Goodnight
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Written 15th July 2020
FIRST PLACE
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They survived the Great Depression, my parents did
living from hand-to-mouth for over a decade
Took any job they could get, and were grateful for it
working 72 hours a week for a ‘salary’ of twelve lousy bucks
My father watched grown men cry and jump out of tenement windows
ashamed that they could not provide for their families – two or three a day, he told me
My mother heard ‘dirty Jew’ hurled at her so often
she became obsessive about washing her hands and face…
…Yet when it came time to serve their country
they were first in line for the privilege of seeing America through WW2
Fighting side by side with fellow un-hyphenated Americans
Jewish or Catholic, from Italy or France – didn’t matter
Americans all, they fought their hearts out for the Stars and Stripes
for the land of the brave and the home of the braver
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And now, it pains me to see what we’ve become on the cusp of our 250th birthday
Capitalists fleeing our signature city, NYC, run by an unrepentant socialist radical
‘Woke’ Governors, Congressmen and Mayors giving away ‘stuff,’
Free health care, free college, free food, free rent, free bus service, free, free, free
The greatest public misfit of any age, Bernie Sanders, the cheerleader egging it all on
And the devil himself, George Soros, quietly financing the destruction of the country
America! that saved his life, granting him refuge from the Nazis
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May my mother and father, and their entire generation, rest in peace knowing they made
America great once and made us all so proud.
THE BANKSTERS LAUGHED WHEN THEY HEARD THE PLAN.
THIS PLAYED RIGHT IN TO THEIR HANDS.
DOES CRYPTOCURRENCY EVEN EXIST?
IS THIS SOMETHING I CAN GRIP IN MY FIST?
A CASHLESS SOCIETY, A MAGNIFICENT PLAN.
STEAL YOUR EARNINGS BECAUSE THEY CAN.
DON'T BUY SILVER DON'T BUY GOLD.
IT'S NOT MONEY THE SHEEPLE WERE TOLD.
THE SHEEPLE RUSHED IN TO BE THE FIRST IN LINE.
I THOUGHT TO MYSELF. THEY DONE LOST THEIR MINDS.
PAY WITH YOUR PHONE. PAY ONLINE.
WITH CRYPTO CASH YOUR BOUND TO SAVE TIME.
BOUND WAS THE WORD. THEY WERE BOUND FOR SURE.
PLAYED LIKE SUCKERS WHO SWALLOWED THE LURE.
THE SHEEPLE WERE HOOKED, THEY HAD NO CHOICE.
THE BANKSTERS PLAN, HAD A GOVERNMENTS VOICE.
THEN ONE DAY, IT WAS GONE OVER NITE.
DON'T EVEN CRY FOUL, YOU DON'T HAVE THE RIGHT.
IT WAS ALL ELECTRONIC. WITH NO PAPER TRAIL.
THE SHEEPLE WERE FORCED INTO PAYING THE BAIL.
WITH A FLIP OF THE SWITCH, THE CRYPTO WAS GONE.
JUST LIKE THE BANKSTERS PLANNED ALL ALONG.
TO THE BANKSTERS MY FRIENDS, WE ARE DEBT SLAVES
YET, IT DOESN'T HAVE TO BE THAT WAY.
SILVER BARS YOU CAN GRIP WITH YOUR FIST.
SHOW THE BANKSTERS AND WATCH THEM GET PISSED.
SILVER EAGLES ARE LEGAL TENDER.
FORCE THE BANKSTERS TO TAKE NOTE AND SURRENDER.
05202017
Funny Numbers
Poem
Lionel Derbyshire
2 Whom it may
Concern
Numb I have suffered
And by God done I am
Lord..
So many characters
Too many teachers
Yell and try to tell
How to sauce
The spice of life
By virtue
Two are true
So boo woo
And I am just
A baby day old.
Two you fall in love
4 you will rue
They break your heart
In 25 pieces
And give you
Zero back.
It's the beginning
They four get
And it end's
Like 12th of never
Nevermind
Some were I source
Yes eyesore's they were
They endangered species
They remember
And blame you 33 times.
B 4 U
Put them on ice
Have a double
And tot with no trouble.
Now a triple
And equal them
To zero.
I once went to supper
We eight
The food was dumb
Their woman beautiful.
Even 11 is even
If you hush out 1
Now I am one
Goin solo
Not duo
First in line
Sho go away
Want to be alone
Whimper somewhere else.
Icy C the sea
It's my album.
I start my life
To count
Up to five.
I know the abc
A B C
It's incredible code.
I am no 123456789
Use the calculator
Electric arithmetic
One in a billion
Nor the first
I count on me' self
Digit fidget fiddle
The credit or debit
Switch don't twiddle
A stitch saves nine
Overdrafted with
NineTea six
Needles and pins
Arithmetic rhythm
Hum de wow
After 5 minutes
Hum de whaa.
Caught 22
You get it ...
Make that change
You with 007 figure ? ..
Copyright relax ..
Odd man very odd
You will be 66 and
Still outstanding gold.
Zero zero seven
I give you 10
from 10.
But I ..
A Adam
Eye for one
Be the first 1
In A billion.
2 Whom it may concern
So now you happy
You know me
Or You.
Hmmm self driving cars... kinda scary
It'll take some getting used to for the very wary
It'll certainly take trust
Open mindedness is a must
Won't be first in line, seems kinda hairy
© Jack Ellison 2016
At the end of my rainbow, I'll find them there,
All the dear ones whom in my life had a share,
First in line, I am sure, my dad and mother.
Close behind come each and every brother.
My sister too and my husband and son,
My sweet granddaughter and great grandson.
I haven't seen some for many years,
If I were not so happy, I would be in tears.
I am the last of my generation,
Which is the loneliest sensation.
Love waits for me at Rainbow's end
Where I'll look for every relative and friend.
01/18/16
Humanity’s first born child
Sits, wondering what to do
First Africa, then the world, the seven seas
And then space - the final frontier
He’s the first in line for world domination,
But first he’s got to put the competition
To extinction
A lion never apologised,
For being majestic
Nor will a blue whale ever,
For being gigantic,
But for being human however,
I am apologetic
The burden of knowing,
The gift of dreaming,
Of loving,
Tragic
On a quest for subsistence
An ape stumbled upon reason
And evolved logic
To escape the prehistoric
Ironic
We came down from the trees,
To go up skyscrapers
And formulated mathematics
To go supersonic
Into a space age so scientific
Magic
We the Philosophers,
Poetic
World War I needed a sequel,
Dramatic
To impact on our conscience,
Neurotic
Or did it?
Psychotic
So we his offsping have conquered,
Prolific
We the party animals,
Problematic
We the immortals,
Titanic
What if...the world weren't broken
And mankind loved each other
No poison words were spoken
And brother loved his brother
What if...the wealth of Nations
Was loosened from the greedy
Prised from their groping fingers
And shared among the needy
What if...the Vaticans Secrets
Were spilled among its minions
Or the 'Churches Coffers' opened
For the starving, in their millions
What if...the sick and lonely
The tortured and the lost
Were first in line for 'charity'
Regardless of the cost
What if...King Solomons wisdom
Was in every human being
Would each of us gaze at their lives
And wonder what they're seeing
What if...the 'chains of bondage'
Were swapped for 'chains of daisies'
Would it really be that silly
Would it really be that crazy
What if...the childrens nursery rhymes
Again, will come to pass
Prophetic visions show themselves
As mankind breathes its last
What if...countries worked together
Each caring for their people
Uncoerced by each nation
Misguided, sightless 'sheeple'
What if...the well-stocked Bunkers
Of our 'fearless world-wide leaders'
Keep their worthless lives in 'trust'
Each lowly bottom-feeder
What if...a 'Christ' is Risen
And walking in our midst
Would we even notice
He ever did exist
What if...a Change of Heart
Left us a love Eternal
And Peace alone prevailed
Not Hell on Earth, Infernal
Well this will be my last Alphabet gossip poem
As l was summoned to Alphabet H.Q’s this morning
Told in no uncertain terms there will be ‘no more Alphabet gossip’
And given my final warning
So, l wanted to tell you about the letter A
Who stands full of pride at the start of “ The Bet”
A…happens to be the most unlikeable and disliked letter
For who the other letters have nil respect
You see…. A…believes the Alphabet belongs to A
Solely because A is first in line
Taking on the owner and custodian role
Trying to dictate to the letters all the time
A….is arrogant and does not believe in letter equality
Creating so much stress and tension within “ The Bet”
Resulting in yelling ,swearing and… A…being told to P.O
Though there has been no fisty-cuffs as of yet
S, H and L…are “The Bets” sweethearts
All very compassionate and kind
V, J and K … are meek ,mild and very shy
It takes a few drinks before these three unwind
C…has very poor sight thus wears bottle neck specs
T…is known to like a brew or three
I…is extremely anti-social
B…a peacemaker , his mantra is “ Just let it Be”
I hope you have enjoyed my Alphabet gossip
Though sadly it has come to an end
Try not to judge the letters from what l have shared
As letters and words are our friends
Whenever you feel unapppreciated
When it feels like no one sees your effort
you have to realise that life has become hurried
people are jostling for awards
that are all in their minds
they have become so preoccupied with being first in line
that the word empathy has gone out of fashion
Don’t let the alacrity of life
Catapult you into doubt and feelings of worthlessness
Your pendulum moves at your pace
Don’t look at a stranger’s pace and compare it to yours
Your stages of life are inimitable
Don’t be blind to your worth
@101020161402
Two-thousand miles to my destiny
Leaving all I'd ever known, behind,
I traveled across the Nation.
Tears flowed as I waved to them
Still standing at the station.
He'd said he'd be the first in line
When I reached my destination..
If he wasn't there, what would I do?
My cash I'd have to ration.
The year was nineteen forty one.
No one had any money.
But I had the utmost faith in him,
The one who called me Honey.
The train pulled in, my love was there.
The cloudy skies turned sunny.
There was no doubt we'd soon be tied
With the bonds of matrimony.
I don't remember any flowers
And gay ribbons were not rife.
No family and friends were with me,
Our wedding cake was a Duncan Phife..
But my wedding was splendrous and special
Because it made me his wife;
Though only strangers were there to see
The start of our happy new life.
March 5, 2016
Impatience of the proud
The proud and the selfish always need to be first in line
They cannot wait for anyone their self- importance is so sublime
They even pray to God 'Oh Lord please help me to be patient and be kind
But, can you hurry it up please, I'm really out of time'!
John Derek Hamilton
February15,2016