Best Kudos Poems
yea tis history - that end gin shelled a mesh by mit Romney wailin
such below figurative belt mortar attack subterfuge and constant railin
per accusations hurled at barack Obama presidential campaign
lobbed like scud missile grenades from invisible hand no longer m palin
in comparison and hence moot point for republicans to gain
so this joe of a voter re-fused 2 bide time 2 prevent candidate from failin
app laud clinched 2nd term deserved and occupy white house seat a gain
intent i wanna talia 2 acknowledge salient tactics to boost usa now ailin
sasha bravado blasting and gunning futile fusillades
which questionable oppositional stealth indiscriminately fired pell mell
to discredit supreme commander in chief an exemplary persona in the main
such desperate toothless and nail biting tactics
replete with political retaliatory slanderous stockpile bombardment
but rather, he opts to build fracking rainbow coal bridges 2 somewhere
over the rainbow toward future with his omnipotent time tested girders
of righteousness and gravitas quite simple and plain
casting confidence that the democrats rank as the robust strongest train
eclipsing her livid burst of 15 minutes fame that briefly wax than wane!
oh these Google Glass(es)
are gonna put a whole new meaning behind
beating up the guy/gal who is
wearing em’---
as the 5 Point Café in Seattle, WA,
courageously takes the first step to
ban them,
knowing full well that the minions of
commercialism, the whores of
exposure,
will be out to face**** & **** images &
private information,
right there in real time,
when these things get cheaper &
the idiot brigade is wearing them like they were
Ray-Bans---
what with a sky full of drones
working for the pigs & the state of
mr. hope & change,
ready to swarm & manhunt,
then burn us to the ground like they did Christopher
Dorner,
we who value our ability to slink down into a
dark dive bar of sorts,
where anonymity &
an absence of social anxiety
go hand in hand with
privacy,
should be polishing our brass knuckles,
because the trend to violate every last bit of
our freedom to get away,
is only increasing &
when it becomes “hip” to parade around with
them on,
you can bet it’s going to happen.
!
Cruel God’s crooked clasp,
Is worse than the sting of a wasp,
Genius, healthy, wealthy man,
Becomes an orphan and forlorn!
Childhood innocent,
Youth fragrant,
Tranquil prime,
Become a weird dream!
Defies God’s clout,
Becomes fear-less ‘n’ stout,
Undertakes an uphill task,
And reaches the mountaintop!
Handicapped albeit,
Dares God’s verdict,
Proves the worth by his action,
He is worthy of admiration!!
K neel this morning to the Almighty
U tmost desire has traded
D are ambitions each of us my friends
O h! How I wish we could try chances
S ad to say distance are perennial reasons.
M erry meeting in this virtual atmosphere
Y et we feel the ambiance of tranquility…
F riends, Partners, and all my Peers,
R ituals and meetings are peculiars
I gnite warmness of our connectivity then,
E ndless camaraderie I adhered to All!!
N onetheless even smile is futile my darling,
D epth yet virtual understanding is perpetual
S ome may agree yet almost all have reasons.
T ry again and never quit nor surrender…
E mulation of today’s worlds prevails,
R egret not as those is the real scenario!
Don't like to brag, actually don't mind it that much
Put myself on a pedestal, give myself kudos and such
The image I see
In the mirror is glee
Absolutely stunning with a gorgeous coconut
Nonetheless suicidal ideations severely
whipsaw punctuate, lacerate, assassinate
frescoed fiasco failure grimly livingsocial
ah...that dull cutlery eyed with temptation
one painful thrust hemorrhaging, whereby
carpeting permanently stained blood red,
(security deposit forsaken) cremation ought
not outrageously expensive, I subsequently
chickened out imposing eternity of fire and
brimstone self condemnation, denunciation,
excoriation gently tested as serrated knife
made contact against flesh of left arm..., no
strength prevails this Father's Day 2019
beset with gravity of black hole son wracked
fiasco frescoed across psyche adrip with
bajillion pearl jammed tears aghast at blank
tabula rasa with few hashtag marks evincing
feeble effort contrasted with abundant
adventure awaiting eldest daughter agog
at countless opportunities availed since...
her birth, when she exhibited above
average intelligence made bee line high
school International Baccalaureate program
(at Lower Merion) testament, asper flying
colors one keystone linkedin destiny toward
eventual linchpin, viz IVY League University
(handsome financial aid package allotted),
plus exemplary academic job well done, now
finds blessed progeny enroute to west coast
(sharing pricey apartment with emma man hint
beau), whereat this papa overjoyed at bountiful,
delightful, faithful indomitable laudable
achievement starkly aware how bleak and
forlorn hogtied hobbled horrid mine existence
never knowing "seat of spongebob squarepants"
experience analogous to rite of passage gaining
positive result regarding electric kool aid battery
operated litmus test forging steely mettle
comprising organic entity NON GMO, nor gluten
free genetic gifted body, mind, and spirit attaining
inherent maximization allowing, enabling and
providing decades to acquire financial means
to enjoy relative versus countless squandered
prospects yours truly (me) neglected to cultivate
leaving barren an existence not worth trumpeting!
Lingering memories don’t fade away
Shadowy figures leading the way
Your mind always opens bleeding the past
The scars never healed and the pain, it lasts
The wounds being opened time and time again
Holding your hand and letting go again
Saying one thing yet doing another
You’re giving up on a heart that loves no other
Why is this happening, why won’t you let go
Quit pulling my strings and just show me where to go
My mind is spinning heart thrashing in my chest
I have no more pieces so I’ll just gather what’s left
Moving on is always the hardest part
Although when you’re gone I’ll finally have a heart
It’s gaping with holes this I know
It’s been used and abused and put on for a show
I was praying your hands would be the healing type
But the remains fell through them as you walked on by
R. Lee Ermery(Gunny) Lock and load, Hero
Put the choke hold on Caleb
Caleb smiling all the while
Team Glock World champions
Steve Sevigny, Jesse Abbatte, and Randi Rogers
Kind and gracious
Photos taken, a wonderful day remembered always.
Kudos Team Glock
A job well done!!
Keep the steel ping, ping, pinging!
Pleasure, like the flowing of a gentle stream
Happiness, like the joy of a lively kid
Power, like the rule of a mighty king
Freedom, like gentle journies of melodious strings
All flowing within a being I reckon with
My ink,
My Friend,
God ends!
Trying to remember what it was like these eyes of a child....
A tad bit troubling once innocece be lost ? Watching body bags
Come and go day in, day out; black and white, the oval tube; their
Profit line; tis not the childrens fault; another lost generation as perhaps
Mother jezabel father hell's, very last; We want you ? They only get what they, give.
nothing solidifies a movement
like the commercialization &
exploitation of its members---
watch them be plastered,
nameless & stirring in the moment
as if next year will be different---
for this year’s
“TIME magazine’s person of the year” is
“the protestor”---
and the story plays out
with clapping hands from the establishment
here in the bosom of world hegemony
“america the beautiful”
whose talons grip the throats of every uprising
to twist & maim
before the final gouging of its eyes &
the go in for the blood---
how quickly those resisting their tyrants in the
middle east will become new peasants
servile to the dominant hand of
“the land of the free”---
suck their oil!
develop their markets!
until they
walk, talk, look & act like
good little americans.
on the homefront
the occupiers of streets across the nation
now go into hiding when
the cold winter blows
reportedly gearing up their strategies
for a lively spring & summer of our
own---
TIME does its job
putting an anonymous member on the cover
in order to show a passing fad,
as if to say
“we are with you”
(that is, until next year when something else,
new & fresh replaces you)---
with featured articles speaking of
anonymous
as if they too, will go away by next year
so that the whole need
to resist,
to upturn &
to change the status quo here in the
empire,
will be commodified &
sold to kids like the next version of
xbox.
kudos to TIME
for selling their magazine
like good little
do-what-they’re-told
capitalists,
but such an attempt will not suffocate
the voices of those who can no longer rest &
such an attempt will not put out
the fire.
Kudos is a complement, which I would like to mention.
I'll mention folks who've earned them, that is my intention!
First is the Police force, whose job is too protect.
They often face real danger and should have our respect.
Next, would be our Firemen, their duties are assorted.
Always ready to react, to any crisis that's reported!
Our military folks are next, they must not go unmentioned.
Thousands lay their lives on-the-line and they deserve our full attention!
Our teachers too deserve a nod, they've earned our recognition.
They help to mold our childrens minds, to promote a mature transition.
There are many more to thank and praise, like doctors, clerks and nurses.
But for me to mention everyone, I'd need way too many verses.
So lets just take time to thank them, and let them know we care,
and now and then, on their behalf, lets say a little prayer!