Best Handing Poems
A DEMONIC DEMOCRACY
“We interrupt regularly scheduled programming to present the President”……
And yet he just keeps talking
No verbiage can he espouse that I would ever care to hear
While all I see is smoke and a lot of fragile mirrors
Besides, he’s interrupting “The Price Is Right”
And the only redeeming value of this entire exercise in futility is that there are no commercials
But then again, when will I have time to grab a snack?
But then again, this is one show I can leave for ten minutes
And know precisely what has happened
Which is much of nothing
Inquirers ask about bombs, terrorists and terror on the other side of the globe
As his words defile the robe he dons with vanity and the devaluation of veracity
And the honesty he dodges like the soldiers ducking bullets
in the god forsaken place he ordered them with authority and impunity to
An acrid and arid area where deserts breed dishonesty
While lies about a misguided agenda vie with reality
And insult the reporters who flank him in awareness
Glancing sideways at the way he jousts with injustice
As he stands there with an icy stare daring indifference
And a shrug of the shoulders our country rests upon
And yet, he just keeps talking
They interrupted my favorite game show for a show of force
Or, more appropriately, a show of farce
And his cognizant awareness of fairness is sparse
While he reveals himself with a condescending attitude by a man with no conscience
And no viable discipline that he can ascribe to righteousness
His is a partisan program wherein donkeys have a tug of war with elephants
And in the end the rope will finally snap before a winner is declared
Nor is bloodiness spared
Because no one really wins when mutual loss is a matter of course
And there are no benefits to a battle fought in silence
Where too many people remain mute as their enemies follow suit
As secrets slay the demon in democracy
And yet he just keeps talking……
“We now return you to regularly scheduled programming”
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(02/09/2011)
I was blue in color and wet the
whole part
He peeked in to my opened drawer
He spotted my infected heart
It was shrunk into smaller
Next to it, he found a box full of
tears
In the other corner, he found you
feeding my fears
He then shooed you to leave my
feelings
Started to wipe, dry and clean the
inside
Gave the key back while teasing me
and winking
He has saved my pride
My feelings drawer now in clean
beam
Sure thing, I’m handing back the
key to him!
We
Are birds
In the sky
Looking to land
High upon a tree
We'll have each other's wings
Thru the seasons and nature
Good weather and bad, cold and hot
To rise and broaden our horizons
To
My love
In my dream
I want your hand
To hold and marry
To branch, like birds, freely
Building upon that first twig
In time we'll have our own nesteggs
Dear, can I have the key to your heart
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All i can
offer you darling
is a full heart
unlocking with
one token
of how i feel
Do with it
what you wish
As beautiful
stands before me
Accept it as a rose
with open hands
Keep it safe inside
As it breaks easily
in my present moment
a gift towards
our beautiful future
Handing over the reins is, of course,
Very rarely involving a horse.
It’s about the tradition
Of easing transition
Of power, with no show of force.
The expression is mostly applied
When a leader is stepping aside
And helps he who comes next
Not feel lacking or vexed
With all negative feelings denied.
Yet today, those same reins are held tight,
While the whole world is watching this plight.
It’s an ugly impasse
Lacking candor and class
Led by one who is driven by spite.
One day he found himself at the rock bottom of a cliff
shattered from descent but
the tides had been kind
had revealed a chance
to rest on sandy retreat
He gathered sea shells memories temptations and shelter
pebbles of time
corpse of a starfish
skeleton dreams
an octopus’ eye
Floating in surrender he soon drifted on strands of sea weed
searched tranquility
joined the dolphins
inhaled the ocean
mocked by the gulls
Hidden among pieces of debris he reached out for redemption
in the twilight of doubts
flooding transgressions
receding convictions
malignant sharks
On closer inspection a heap of driftwood revealed a small box
intricate inlay
mother of pearl
covered in crust
sealed with a kiss
Pandora was calling from within and without further delay
he knew nothing
lasts forever
prayed and prized
opened the cover
As he arrived at a point of no return worms sprang upon him
questioned faith
requested belief
confused his spirits
and licked his wounds
Submerged under a dazzling collection of misleading truth
a tiny hobgoblin
cradled a mermaid
the shape of an anchor
embracing all hope
God had spoken and he released his soul into an ocean of love
Because I'm gifted with your vast confidence
Because the past makes a better present tense
Because all our trust was built on confidence
Because handing you floral glass represents
Because your presence relaxes me when tense
Because finding caring and believing in one another was no coincidence
It must have hurt when you felt my permanence
It's very hard to find someone of substance
Remember you made the choice of consequence
Betrayed me tearing down our accomplishments
All the while frustrating me; providing reprehends
Believing your intuition; showed malevolence
You're just another form of falsified acceptance
I'm better off; our goodbye was of no consequence
Handing Trump the election
I big cities in the Us people are running wild
this is not what “ black life matters” was about
a horde of people are running around destroying what is sacred
or should be, in cities of high crime.
We can argue the reason for this pointless criminality
to create mayhem for the sake of it, the fact many black people
live there and appear to gun-related gangs, not because
they are black but because they are uneducated and poor
living in squalor in drug-infested housing where only a few
survive by moving away.
The majority of letting us call them lost egoist people see
this lack of order and civility,
the high profile black leaders do little about this only come
out of their luxury home when there is a funeral
repeat the same trite words, but have nothing worthwhile to
say about crime and the woeful lack of education.
They the well off in the suburbia see this and not knowing
its origin, simply vote for Trump and so it goes on until
we live in in a failed state.
the press of the crowd
reset trouser creases
glad-handing, back slaps
he almost kissed a baby!
compared to a county fair
guernsey cows, who cares…
cloth diapers attack the nose
NYC’s homeless, anything goes
I had an idea for a movie
Mad Max on the sea
We will call it world of waters
Wait scratch that
Its alright Kev
I swear
It wasn't that
Bad
Missed me with that
lightning bolt God
Handing Monster munch
to monsters
Punch with Thanos glove
Touching tears as they turn to dust
Wonder what the internet would search for
Teach myself not to be
She’s ravaged in success
I am love me less
She boy
And her house
We built
To see more loss
In your market
I thee exiled
Partitions
And blinds
Trapped? Tracing your minds
Periods and plural’s i wound
A bouffant in blooms