Best Legislature Poems
There was a man with integrity that nobody can impugn.
The man who I'm speaking of was Daniel Boone.
This man was truly a great pioneer.
He lived a long life, nearly 86 years.
People are amazed by the incredible feats that he did.
In 1756, he married Rebecca Bryan and had ten kids.
As a young man, he served with the British military during the French and Indian war.
In July of 1776, he rescued his daughter and two other girls from Indian captors.
Sadly, the Shawnees shot and killed his brother Ned.
They thought they shot Daniel and that he was dead.
Boone was elected to the Virginia Legislature in 1781.
During an Indian attack, he lost another brother and Israel, his son.
He founded the town of Boonesborough in Kentucky.
When it came to having this frontiersman, we were lucky.
Boone went on to live until 1820.
People owed this true hero plenty.
The April morning's quiet
and so is the November.
Wherever people outnumber trees
or the dominant cover type
is unquiet. Nothing wrong with that.
Walt got it right, and Jane Jacobs:
the city is an experienced,
used beauty. Her toes are long,
nails thick and hair thin. Yet
her kisses can be sweet; or
smell of ****. All my life I've tried to point my window toward
some narrow wedge of nature.
On Seaman Ave., over the roof
beyond the chimneys to the park
where every dog was walked.
Could I survive soot and an air shaft now, pigeons and cats,
or even a desk in the legislature for my lot in life. How about
prison like Etheridge Knight,
Nazim Hikmet?
I've gotten soft.
When he builds that house in the pocket
wetland my window now looks out on,
the developer will have given me what I need.
Amphibian mortality,
gravel, fill,
oak, ash and maples felled. Good
to the last drop is our bitterness, our love.
Changing the world just seems so much bigger than me,
it seems larger than just a thought or decision I could make,
but I know deep down there is a strong vision I really see,
taking a stand changing foster home rules for the children’s sake.
Innocent children so timid when leaving with new foster parents,
they are frightened and apprehensive for such a new exchange,
they’ve already been abandoned once before with scary variants,
now having to leave when unknown people who are strange.
I’ve volunteered at a foster home and before and my eyes I saw,
young babies and toddlers seem ready to find a reliable home,
playing blocks, I realized there needs to be a change of the law,
better edification to the parents, it’s possible their duties are unknown.
I’ve seen these sweethearts leave excited and come back scared,
I’d wish to teach these parents how serious are the responsibilities,
it may not be that they couldn’t love them or that they never cared,
but maybe there was maltreatment and realized in not good safety.
If I could change the world I would make sure homes were safe,
much better background checks so no abuse would be found,
better education to raise a child without frustration and haste,
hopefully these blameless kids would grow to be secure and profound.
I’m not implying they will grow up to be complicated and not bright,
I would pass legislature to transform the system for more deserving rights.
If I Could Change The World Contest
Sponsor: Becca Teagan
Date Written: July 24, 2016
One cannot make an honest lawyer
Merely by an act of legislature
Work on his conscience
His lack of conscience
Is what makes him a lawyer.
And God said let there be Satan
So any blame not my concern
Satan said let be lawyers
So I have my own pleasures
To defend, lawyers are proper men.
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Third place winner
Contest : Lawyers Limeric by Carolyn Devenshire
The Three Little Pigs
The three little pigs
Had lost their wigs
So now all the animals saw
Was three little bald wiggly pigs
They had pen and paper
Pigs writing poetry
They said oinking and inking was in their nature
We have to change the laws of the legislature
Pigs and poetry was made a crime
The horses sneered, well it was about time
They wrote dirty prose and broken verse
Why even Orwell felt this was totally perverse
The ducks just clucked
As ducks normally doo
They chuckled at pig poets going to the loo
They would soon fly away, or else they would be forced to sue
The three little pigs
For their poetry stew
Nuwas rode in on his donkey grey
Looked at the pigs and said oh no don’t you stay
When Abu yelled to the sheep over there
He said bring me a sheepskin and a little of him
Wine flowed as he spun his tales from jail
Of the young couple Mary and Joseph, he laughed and he wailed
Why he said of the three little pigs
Thought themselves Royals cause they wrote with pig-pens
At the wave of his glass, is said be off to your dens
I of antiquity, shall cheer and dance with my fellow turkmen
Seeking justice the pigs went to the owl
However the goats looked up and cried that’s a fowl
Now the farmer was away paying his taxes in town
When he came back to the farm
He found three little pigs had drowned
Notes: This was inspired by a combination of ideas concepts, the first being George Orwell’s Animal Farm, then the controversial proclivities of Abu Nuwas, and the common thread, other than the bizarre, is the freedom to question all things, the failure to do so, only slows down the advancement of science and new ideas.
Yes modernization is here
Islamic rules have made it clear
Pick up a small stick
And beat her to the wick
Make her understand
Obey your command
Pakistan is the modern land
Live like a man and beat at command
Only though because you care
To make her subservient and thus obey
She must follow your Islamic commands
And bend over for perverted desires in your satanic land
Now death to Israel
For they have committed the crime
Of being modern in un-modern times
As they saved the wounded of Syrians blood
They embrace humanity
Pakistan grabs a small stick
And strikes fear in the sexes
My god is there no common senses?
Notes: This is not to condone or condemn any Country. Merely to show how at times biases take things way out of context. At times the world decries one death, as in humane as next door hundreds of thousands take place under the silent ones of oppression.
Secondly this is specifically about The Council of Islamic Ideology a powerful constitutional body that advises the Pakistani legislature whether laws are in line with the teachings of Islam. There interpretation is of course ludicrous and I am well aware true Muslim worshipers would never follow such violent and antiquated teachings.
This came about from the CNN article http://www.cnn.com/2016/05/28/asia/pakistan-women-light-beating/index.html on the topic. On weekends I often partake in discussions at a Middle Eastern coffee shop, people from all over the middle east, where we have lively discussions. So it’s of note that this poem was the summary and views of the Muslim mates are I was sharing tea with.
Of note, many of them in their own countries could never voice any dissenting views without being tortured or killed.
I am corruption
A citizen of all Nations
The UN calls me complex social, cultural and economic phenomenon
Nevertheless, I do not mind
Countries of the world detest me publicly
However, they romance me secretly
So I relocated to Africa
To become a citizen of many African countries
Where I thrive with impunity
I am embezzlement of public fund
I am the looting of public treasury
I am economic crimes
I am bribery and receipt of illegal proceeds
Some call me theft and privatization of public resources
While others shamelessly refer to me as extortion, clientelism and patronage
However, I do not care about that
I manifest myself boldly as illegal appropriation or forgery and falsification
I am also blessed with quadruplets: abuse of state funds, waste, nepotism and favoritism
To maintain my citizenship I employ abuse of power(intimidation) and election falsification
I steal the continent’s wealth and fritter it to foreign countries
I live in slums of Africa
I live in cities of Africa
I am as ubiquitous as I am powerful
I have caused so much pain to Africa
I am the most powerful agent of African impoverishment
As you fight against me
I fight back with venom
Most African leaders love me so much
They cannot do without me
All religions worship me
The military is powerless before me
I hold the Executive to ransom
The Judiciary is my familiar abode
I am the permanent occupant of the Legislature
In me, there is no separation of power
I corrupt independently and collectively
I am a citizen in whom most African leaders are well pleased
As you can see I am well entrenched in my adopted continent
To eliminate me requires efforts
To diminish me is herculean
To tolerate me is dangerous
However I must die so that Africa can live!
Did you know a report of child abuse is made every ten seconds?
There’s emotional, physical and sexual defilement in certain cases,
these innocent sweet children deserve a home with love and nurture,
there’s so many instances of children lost with unknown faces.
Revilement can cause mental health disorders in adulthood,
two thirds of people treated for addiction reported abuse as a child,
seventy percent of abused children are the age of seven and under,
and I’m sure millions of cases are unknown and never been filed.
If I could change the world I’d help raise awareness about this issue,
I’d fight to pass legislature to allow adult victims have free treatment,
for any critical health issues caused by the exploitation of their youth,
I would encourage volunteering to raise money to all be in agreement.
There needs to be better edification for the new foster parents,
instruction and proper methods to educate the agencies,
if only there was more awareness spread to families with children,
never leave your child unattended with people known strangely.
I beg and plead to all the people who have children of their own,
be cautious with who you leave them while unaccompanied,
and to all the sick people who have been accused of this act,
I swear one day there will be a better way to protect their needs.
Date Written: April 9, 2016
I enjoy being in tune with nature,
As I sit, I hear such a loving sound.
Reminded of God, our legislature.
From this small hill, I hear him all around.
Melodies of life flow through nature's core,
Floating towards the one who sits on high.
I heard soft notes as the tide came to shore.
And I can sense his divine presence nigh.
Joanna Daniel's part
I enjoy this harmony with nature,
Feeling close to God, as He calls me out,
Each sound reveals His loving portraiture,
He's alive in nature, there is no doubt.
Songs of praise spark my pen, as I listen
To birds chirruping in satisfaction.
A thousand rays on the ocean glisten.
Grateful am I for His benefaction.
03/23/2023
Rhyme Scheme: abab
Contest: Collaborate With Me
Sponsor: Joanna Daniel
Syllable: 10/10/10/10/10/10/10/10
Rhyme Scheme: abab/abab
Theme: Nature
No Texting While Driving?
By Elton Camp
Texting while a person is behind the wheel
Is so very dangerous and your fate can seal
But making it illegal gives me quite a scare
As to just where the law may go after there
How about talking to others inside the car?
Will some state legislature seek this to bar?
Or maybe they will outlaw use of the radio?
I have to wonder just how far this will go
And other things are more dangerous by far
When they’re done by the driver of the car
Like the woman who’s coloring her lashes
This could result in many serious crashes
I wish you would stop to think before cutting trees down,
For it's a growing concern that's making this earth frown;
I wish you'd stop to think before littering the sea
With oil spills and toxic wastes, stop your destroying spree!
I wish you would stop to think before bursting crackers,
For they cause air pollution and are peace hijackers;
I wish you would stop to think before wasting water,
Think of how much you can save for your son and daughter;
I wish you would stop to think before building towers,
For they're taking up the space where we could grow flowers,
I wish you would consider before harming Nature,
I think it's high time you reformed your legislature;
I wish we'd take care of earth like she takes care of us,
Time to think twice about this environmental fuss.
3rd April 2023
Title chosen: I wish you would
For "This or that, Vol.17" contest
Sponsored by Edward Ibeh
No citizen has become a politician and no politician was not a citizen
That is Right Of Citizenship which is the fourteen amendment
I think legislature and parliament does the best they can under the
Circumstance but it comes a point of Leader and what know as Leadership
And the quantity of standard know of citizen which is the
Twenty Fourth Amendment
Individualistic and character define once culture it is what makes
A colonel a state to separation standard of parliament and if not
True the minimum wage would raise for all states what is the true agenda
For some!
Take the first col ligate marching band of 1907 Chicago one band one sound
Let take 1932 of Four Freedoms I bare witness to say history does repeat it
Self and oh how they march on capital hill for Freedom Of Speech oh how some may disagree with E sports it may lead the way to new ligate law to set to place
TO question all that is discuss just for a moment question what is
Populist.
Joy's living everywhere with high stature while
Angels peek down from their rhythmic atmosphere
From their nests in this homeland so graceful
Where angels have their own legislature
Together with the flowers that shed their magic petals
Life's dancing everywhere in green rapture
I see Monte Rosa with her pink features
As an imagined woodland, gleeful, yet, unsettled
A monument to God's hand so plentiful
From the view of those heights, I'll be nurtured
With the snow-kissed mountains nourishing the soul
Open hearts blessed joyfully by nature
Those forlorn trees, reserved but graceful
Bestowing graciousness, even in upheavals
I'm going home to that land now nestled
Restful, where I feel snuggled by nature
With some delicious golden apples and grapes
My mind dances everywhere with rapture in these lands
With grand dreams in this terra firma so blissful
The clouds kiss the peaks
Woodland trails remain restless
While sun sprinkles summits
Rosette Nebula
In the cosmos where infinity shares
enigmatic luminosity of stellar space
there dwells a rose of divine grace.
This Nebula in our Milky Way, bares
a magic unseen by the naked eye
in the darkness of our indigo sky.
Five thousand light years from earthly cares
in constellation Monoceros, the Unicorn,
with enchanting ruby hues she does adorn.
In radiation of her young star's flares
her beautiful blossom, now Oklahoma's rose,
the envy of this poet's rhyme or prose.
6-8-19
Nifty Named Nebula's Premier Poetry Contest
Sponsor William Kekaula
8th Place The Rosette
~Second Place~
Strand Choice Q, any theme any form Poetry Contest
Sponsor Brian Strand
*Note On April 16, 2019 the Oklahoma Legislature passed HB1292 making the Rosette Nebula as the official state astronomical object. Oklahoma Governor Kevin Stitt signed it into law April 22, 2019.
Athlete of international stature
Boxer Manny Pacquaio gives blows along generous gesture
Champ of the people with humble beginnings’ posture
Driven toward victory of faith-venture.
Empowered by God, he testifies of his Christian culture
Fortified through Bible principles’ feature
Gracious provisions he shares in his blessings’ pasture
Helping charity works from his foundation expenditure.
Imparting Gospel truth by his influential celebrity nature
Justice he fights, complementing his senatorial puncture
Keeping his stand on issues clear according to the Scripture
Learning well while leading toward lawful legislature.
Might and mercy he blends midst righteous fights’ torture
Nourishing citizens with goodness and well-being’s nurture
Optimizing public official’s role since his bad vices’ departure
Persistent to present a good name* beyond branded signature.
*Proverbs 22:1 A good name is rather to be chosen than great riches, and loving favour rather than silver and gold.
September 7, 2019
2nd place, "MY UPCOMING BIRTHDAY (09-03) CELEBRITY-Any Form" Premier Poetry Contest; Sponsored by William Kekaula; judged on 9/17/2019.