Best Independents Poems
I will not be late to work today
I will get there on time
I will brush my teeth
Without singing songs
Without thinking about birthdays
About gymnasiums
About TAKS
About sound
About war
Republicans
Democrats
Independents
I will get there on time
I will eat my oatmeal
Without thinking of
Broken valentines
Strewn against a wooden
Fence
Like dropped goblets
From a robbers pillowcase
I will be there before the bell rings
My papers will be checked
My hair will be combed
My mind will be alert
Ready to begin my lesson
I will not wonder why
My oldest son doesn’t have a job
I will not pray too long
For my daughter who is taking the bar today
At 10:30 AM in New Orleans
I will not scar my knees wishing
For some alternate world
Where children are never neglected
Or hurt
Where there is no abandonment
What nonsense to try and order the world
Just get to work on time
Put your things in the car, your projector and
The white binders that you didn’t look at
All weekend although you were supposed to check the papers and put the
grades on the computer
I will leave now
Before it is impossible to
Be on time
I will cream my ashy ankles
I will not focus on the white
Cat on the black pillow
With the green eyes
I will not water the plant
I will not watch TV
I will not write poetry
Before work
I will not write poetry
Before work
I will get to work on time
I will be ready
I will not be daydreaming about fog
Wondering if I’ll get Alzheimer’s like my mother
Or colon cancer like my dad
I won’t be thinking about that stuff
I will be locking the front door and
Closing the gate and clicking the clicker
And starting the car and leaving
I will not be in my living room
Wondering if there is any reason to love
Because I do not love for reason
I love because He first loved me
It is not incantations or intoxication
Or imagination it is my life and
The structure will come with the
Clearness of Bajan water
So clear you can see the fish
Fly float across the Atlantic
It is time
This poem must end
I will not be late for work
This morning
Not for nothing
Not for nobody
Not for anything
Not for everything
This poem is over
the work day begins
Contrary let’s have a conversation
Let’s speak to euphemisms
And pregnant letters of anagrams
Sentencing fixation declaring persona non grata
Heads chopped for Eskimos
Sensing heresy and heresy’s
Running around context to a content
Telling a novel to a telenovela
Paragraphs to a paraplegic in paralysis
Please let’s not sell confirmation to be firm
Brought to be bought
Needles piercing through a pierced needle
Mending letters for letter heads
A grieve sensing tears departing death
Condolences speaking so well with pain
She’s passed on, on to the ethos-
And incarnations
Ancestors to an ancestor-
Leaving God with bill to captures guts;
A man with a liver
Words with a man and it was men
Independents, depending on what happens
Independents where are you?
Schizophrenia for frivolous
Respect for all who respond
Spirits speaking so well with spirituality
Serving a soul so soul for flesh purpose
Unity with bones for free
Miracles doomed and boomed in miraculous
Listening to a beginning: a sun so sweet for a sweet
Manifest in emblematic sworn in; the alchemy
Mending Words : THE TRENCHES
THE TRENCHES the pure truth so colorful, so to bring out the beast in a beast; philosophy, spirituality and dreams in priggish ways a fifth chapter.
I’m standing solemnly contemplating
How ageing lighthouses independents
Have become Maritimes normality
With beacons becoming statutory
Now standing shimmering silhouetted
You’re shining flawlessly undemanding
The hopeful monument oblivious
To seamen’s abounding adorations
Written by Brenda Meier-Hans
09.22.2014
Contest: The Lighthouse
Nette Onclaud
7th
Before I die, a million tears will crystallize.
Solid as sodium chloride, holding my breath I visualize.
Going through my journey, I am thankful for the life before me.
Appreciation and recognition I rise in value and price, awareness of my life purpose.
It was all destine, and predetermine.
Before I die, I will realize all of my self-pride.
I will look forward to the future, whatever it shall be I will succeed.
I will have the strength when I begin to feel weak, and I will stand when my knees buckle to the ground before me.
I will learn to rise when I fall.
As long as I have breath in me, I know it will not be for long.
I will learn to love myself, and be true to myself.
Listen to my inner voice because it will never stir me wrong.
Before I die, I will vocalize my pain inside.
Learn to forgive as I begin to live again.
To be self-sufficient and embrace, independents particularly in patience therefore without any complaining.
Before I die, I will have endurance for my world of descendants.
I will learn to love a million ways, as I let my spirit gravitate.
Before I die, I will lay awake as my heart pulsates.
As my life flashes before my eyes, my body permanently starts to indefinitely, paralyze.
Before I die, my eyes again crystallized.
Lets have a toast for the jerkoffs
Lets have a toast for the assholes
Lets have a toast for the dirtbags
Lets have a toast for the criminals
Its not all your fault dickheads
Lets have a toast for the vigilant
Lets have a toast for the lovers
Lets have a toast for the successful
Lets have a toast for the truthers
Its not all your work independents
Lets have a toast for the gooks
Lets have a toast for the guidos
Lets have a toast for the gringos
Lets have a toast for the jigaboos
Nothing wrong with you
Lets have a toast for the freedom
Lets have a toast for the liberty
Lets have a toast for the human rights
Lets have a toast for the awaken
Its time to have a toast
Lets have a toast
For creation
lets have a toast
For being alive
Lets have a toast
03\22/2014
On the first day of Chanukah
my true love sent to me
A Zionist in a pear tree
On the second of Chanukah
y true love sent to me
Two free- marketers
and a Zionist in a pear - tree
On the third day of Chanukah
my true love sent to me
Three democratic socialists
Two free - marketers
and a Zionist in a pear tree
On the fourth day of Chanukah
my true love sent to me
Four moderate democrats
Three Democratic Socialist
Two free - marketers
And a Zionist in a pear tree
On the fifth day of Chanukah
my true love sent to me
five Republican operatives
Four moderate democrats
Three Democratic Socialist
Two Free Marketers
And a Zionist in a pear tree
On the sixth day of Chanukah
My true love sent to me
Six ultra - liberals
Five Republican operatives
Four moderate Democrats
Three Democratic Socialist
Two free-marketers
And a Zionist in a pear tree
On the seventh day of Chanukah
My true love sent to me
7 Independents
6 ultra -liberals
Five Republican operatives
Four moderate Democrats
Three Democratic Socialist
Two free marketers
And a Zionist in a pear tree
On the eighth day of
My true love sent to me
8 Free Thinkers
7 Independents
6 Ultra Liberals
Five Republican operatives
Four Moderate Democrats
Two free marketers
And a Zionist in a pear tree
I Can't Believe the Ignorance
By Franklin Price
7/31/2016
I can't believe the ignorance that in our candidates abounds
And how lacking in intelligence their conversation sounds
Both are an embarrassment from this observation made
Both make most our faces turn a deeper redder shade
One of them is subtle learned by years in Washington
The other is quite obvious and neither one is fun
One says what you want to hear whether true or not
The other spouts out stupid things and proves he doesn't care a lot
How is it that we got here, to create this place so wrong?
Through lack of interest by the parties. It's been going on so long
Disinterest in the last eight years; no handshakes 'cross the aisles
Nothing done of consequence, just check the laws and files
Many people thought the thought; nothing we can do of note
Why should we be involved at all, or go to the polls and vote
This has happened many years, longer than we'd like to think
Less voters to the polls each year, took this country to the brink
So much disenchantment with established party ways
That we picked a strange outsider to try to give us better days
He was outspoken from the start. Got media for free
Would make this country great again; the best for you and me
Ran as a Republican though didn't act as such
Enchanted many voters with his golden Midas touch
Brought in many voters; independents, RINOS too
Grasping for a welcome change for anything that's new
He won the nomination though he didn't make much sense
Better an outspoken ignorant than establishment that's dense
Now we have a liar and an ego maniac
I'm sure that either one that wins will have this country's back
For Canada's Prime Minister,
I want Justin Trudeau to remain;
sure he has made some very big political mistakes,
would the Conservatives or Independents do better !
They would be much worse,
Justin is a young leader and has much to learn still;
but, he is loved all over the world for his serenity !
Justin never loses his composure,
like in the recent pipeline USA cancellation;
he knew it was time to accept defeat !
Justin knows how to say sorry I made a mistake,
I am willing to give him a chance to grow and become great;
he has my vote !
Think Conservatives or Independents are better;
you are kidding right !
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March 22, 2021 - L
Poetry/Political Verse/Justin All The Way
Copyright Protected, ID 03-1340-011-22
All Rights Reserved, 2021, Constance La France
Written for the Standard contest, What You Really Want
sponsor, Richard Lamoureux, Judged 04/24/2021
Second Place
Nationalities, cultures, customs
All peoples of our planet Earth
Liberals, Conservatives, Independents
This is my take for what it's worth
Tolerance, sensitivity, understanding
Of other ideas and concepts
Tenderness, kindness, gentleness
Such admirable qualities to be kept
Passionate, Patient, Peacefulness
All belong to nature's creed
Generous, honourable, unselfishness
A hand up to someone in need
Farsightedness, courtesy, flexibility
The die is cast when we're born
Innovator, inventor, pioneer
A leader so passionate so warm
Excellent characteristics these virtues
We seek them all of our lives
A balance derived from honour
The pinnacle for which we strive
Hitler says
My way is the right way
Kim, Jong-Woon says
My way is the right way
Republicans, Democrats, Independents say
Our way is the right way
Liberals, Conservatives, Men, Women say
Our way is the right way
Buddha says
My way is the enlightened way
Jesus says
My way is the god’s way
Mohamad says
My way is the Allah’s way
No wonder why we have
Wars
Divorces
Killings
Divisions
Strikes
All because we believe
Our ways are the right ways
What’s the solution?
Respect other ways
Learn to live together
With differences
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But what about the dictators?
The politicization of masks is as stupid as
it is tragic, if I may call a spade a spade.
It's so irresponsible; thousands are dead as a result!
I'd shout this fact out from the mountaintop
if I could! Who thought it was a good idea?
It's sad to see so many Americans, especially those
who identify as "conservatives" not being
conservative in following the advice of doctors,
epidemiologists and scientists. It's quite perplexing.
Nothing about it makes an iota of sense!
Wearing a mask, or not wearing one
has absolutely nothing to do with
one's political affiliation. Thousands
of people dying alone in the hospital
of Covid-19 on a quotidian basis...
are Democrats, Republicans, Independents,
children, senior citizens, the rich, the poor,
shall I go on? Covid-19 cases are still surging
exponentially across the United States, and not a soul
is immune. This virus infects and kills every one of us.
A mask is not and shouldn't be thought of as
a political statement! It's no different from any
piece of clothing. One wears it for personal safety
and the safety of others. Wear it to protect your child,
friend, neighbor, parents, grandparents; even strangers.
Until there's a vaccine, we must continue to
protect ourselves against this insidious virus
that has stolen more than quarter of a million lives
and counting! Wear your masks and maintain
a six-feet social distance from others. Safety is key!
Date written: 11/22/2020
In a dream the Almighty said, “You have a gift – go and prophesy.”
Like the celebrated prophets of long ago, I thought, “Oh gee, oh my!”
Political messages came fast and furious over the next few days
So, I wrote them down in spiral notebooks, sometimes in a haze.
They covered many serious topics, others somewhat willy-nilly,
Some came across to me as, indeed, absurd and rather silly!
Many Republicans will hurriedly leave the Grand Ol’ Party
Democrats and Independents will become hale and hearty.
Presidential hopefuls headquartered throughout
Will be greatly hindered by Donald’s unruly mouth.
A bestselling “tell-all” book revealing a foreign policy blunder
Will severely diminish the U. S. State Department’s thunder.
A United States Senator who is exposed for his many affairs
Will be pardoned after shedding copious tears...and prayers.
Future Americans will look elsewhere for political leaders
Away from Washington’s experienced grifters and cheaters.
My hurriedly jotted lists goes on and on, in Ad Infinitum,
Most of you will read them and say, “Oh, ho-hum. So dumb!”
HONORABLE MENTION as "The Prophet"
All-Poetry Contest
August 10, 2021
They're a Little Bit confusing
By Franklin Price
1/28/2016
They're a little bit confusing
This current body politic
They point fingers, change their minds
And make my stomach sick
Some running to be president
Highest seat within the land
Have experience in everything
Their ignorance is grand
Claim they're not establishment
Yet they know everything
The might relent to tell you why
If you will kiss their ring
They spout and shout and posture
Say how the other ones are jerks
Exemplify the Peter Principle
If elected they won't work
Check out both the parties
And the Independents too
Check out all their records
Find out if there's one for you
If you read the constitution
You'll find the president's a perk
'Cause it really doesn't matter much
If the congress would just work
This morning I awoke with great pride and honor for today we celebrate our
independents made possible by the men and women who died over there,
we take our long weekends to camp,BBQ, hang out with friends and family as
we drink get drunk and enjoy the fire works flare,
today I will awake with a prayer to out troops a thank you to all the mothers,
fathers, husbands, wife's, and children who lost love ones over there,
I won't take for granted my freedom, my rights, or shame the land others died to
protect with heroic flare,
I will tell my kids what all the solders in all the wars did for them for this country
from sea to shinny sea how they did their best over there,
we take for granted our history we look forward to time off rather then time to
remember this isn't U.S.A.'s flare,
other countries honor this day while we desecrate it with intoxication do we not
care for our brothers and sisters over there,
Please I erg you to take a moment of silence and a moment of prayer remember
each color of our flag and show your red white and blue flare,
in your hearts remember all solders who gave you freedom gave their blood,
sweat, and tears and above all their life over there,
raise your head with pride, give thanks where it is seldom heard look up to the
heavens and with American pride salute our brother and sisters with 4th of July
flare.
Oh, the 2024 U.S. Presidential election race,
as I ponder on it with my head's empty space.
Our nation is so out of joint,
our political differences at a breaking point,
with name calling rife in online blogs,
I would rather listen to bellowing bullfrogs.
Republicans, Democrats, Independents,
liberal, moderate, conservative, it's malevolent,
people attacking each other,
well, if I had my druthers,
I'd nominate my hound dog mix, Beau
for President,
he'd legislate from a canine-run government.
He makes more sense than a lot of people do,
the inept Secret Service can pick up his poo.
In three months this election mess will come
to us voters so weary,
I think many of us will be bleary.
Keep your nerves steady,
and get the popcorn ready. ~