Best License Poems
Sometimes when I write, I tend to stretch the truth.
Same as when I gossip; I've done that since my youth.
It's not so much deliberate, but to tell a story well,
Folks tend to stray from tedious facts to magnify the tale.
This habit's often utilized a bit, I have surmised,
In speeches heard at funerals for loved ones eulogized.
By writers of the news I'd say it ought not be employed.
But “doozies” can be found inside almost any tabloid.
I think, for my defense, especially writing nonsense,
I need to find the place to get my own poetic license.
I pose to you this question- In my practice as a poet,
If I get myself a license then, to whom should I then show it?
for Let 'er rip (the mention of poetic license made me want to do this one!)
Our mind sees sky as golden glow
with dawn's new day on earth below.
Our mind thinks sky as azure blue
with cotton clouds in daytime view.
Our mind sees sunset's orange tint
with brilliant visions that imprint.
But sometimes nature's artistry
will paint her sky with majesty;
to think outside the box instead,
and blossom in...purple and red.
So, what would you have me write?
Dulcet words of limply lurid metaphor
stuttering staccato of acceptable alliteration
preposterously impersonal personification
drab and dreary diluted imagery
innocently innocuous innuendo
insouciantly inane sonnets
neutered non-rapier wit
squishy, soft white bread limericks
fettered faint hearted free verse
sanctimoniously soft spoken rants
devoid of do’s and don’ts, can’s and can’ts
all to fit in a box
with invisible locks
displayed on a Common
of “creative” stocks
John G. Lawless
©6/30/2018
Revoking Doc's License #1
A word from the State Medical Board committee
The #1 injection will always be P.D.
Doc, I am considering to slam you out of pity
I do not mess with poets whose licenses come from Hello Kitty.
You overdose my patient RED, getting down to the nitty gritty.
At this time, your practice has been revoke
For coming after me as I wear my black cloak.
I got a grip on my scythe pressed against your throat.
Pees running down your legs leaving you all soak
Doc, I got your body full of Narcotics and Painkillers as a joke.
Dropping you like a lawsuit on the examination table with one smack.
Denying you morphine as your vasectomy goes wrong in this attack
I already drove you insane labeling you a quack.
Your hand I flushed in (TRANQUILIZER), slapping you with a black Jack.
Waking up without your gems blood all over your sack.
Restrain you in a straitjacket, throwing you in a padded room.
Covered in your own s*it as you were in your mother’s womb
Poet-ing like a disco biscuit on ecstasy, before I made you go SKAT-boom!
Engraving your Poetic Doctor Degree on the outside of your tomb.
With the words that speak, P.D. was the cause of your poetic doom.
by;P.D.
In the silence of dawn and fishing license in hand
Poles, line, and can of worms the boys dispatch
To the lake with big hopes of full days catch
Fish fry, fried fritters for five with fun friends
12/17/2015
First line anagram. Silence - License
Second/third line: Couplet
Fourth line: Alliteration
Poetry Contest: 4 lines
Sponsored by: Silent One
Hip- hip horay
I got my driving license today
after so long, and at very last
I can lay-to-rest, the "him" in my past
now the real work starts
at 61, I have to learn
to be the queen of hearts
It begins with changing my glasses
always helps if you can see
now I have to work hard
to be all I can be
to fully become the woman
that always resided in me.
Hormones are working overtime
new thoughts arrive
like exploding fireworks.
official recognition that my transition is permanent.
Elizabeth alexander 4/2/2016
Poetic License Suspended
A string of poetic tales, about my life, my love and, my Lord...
Observations in scales, of mortal plight, once we chance, accord...
Imagination pales, and yet just might, share a glance, of more...
Propping powerful sails, from my short life, happenstance, galore!
by My Gull Wheels On
a.k.a. Michael Wilson
Publican politicians talk in half-price right angles
Dodge City liberty
being smoking barrel bargain sold
at a chill,
Colt-45 degrees
AC (alcoholic crops) bootleggers selling
Prohibition license to breathe
Drunken Al Capone clones
riding shotgun,
spit spraying
automatic fire taxable oppression
Seasoned Caesar bag men love to casino dangle,
dance the Charleston Charlottesville style
Beat the audit odds with one-handed guile
Then sell out citizen we with gangsta ease,
rubbing out the actuary numbers
on our license to breathe
Tricky politicians speak Publicanese,
extorted exhalation
which wafts on a fabricated breeze
Pharaoh sons got a prison labor farm
gaming system,
printing free Monopoly money
to pyramid scheme burn
Ashes from cremated capitalist leaves
market fluctuate
on a jaded, emerald breeze
Covetous Equus heads,
harnessed to paper cloud chariots,
snorting war ozone air
Trojan horses wanting Roman legion liberty,
are told ain’t nothing Spartan sold shogun free
Dodge City living dead property
ain’t got no
Colt-45 trigger zombie release
Death stench in the decaying air
is crypt coming from
inhaled depths of iron lung oxy robbers
So don’t smoking barrel bother
to try and take a dirt-free emancipated sneeze,
if you don’t have a burial license to breathe
Once turning 18 on my birthday i booked and took my driving test
and thankfully i passed 1st time
Because failing comes at a cost
of another test followed by more
lessons
So since that day when i was granted my driving license and deemed legal then to drive and own a car
And every day and year since for
this privilege i have had to pay
road tax, insurance, fuel duty,
m.o.t and updating my license
Likewise in order to own a t.v
on a yearly basis i was forced
to buy a t.v license for the privilege
And when i got a pet dog for
Christmas so to i was forced
to get a licence him and myself
as an owner as well
And when i wished to become
an organ donor again i had to
apply for a licence
The only thing no one ever seemed
to need a licence for was the most
valid of them all a licence to become
a parent or a father
So what value of licensing and taxes
I passed my driving test got my
license and pay all the taxes that
entails.
And yet i drive on roads so full
of potholes my car is more often
in the garage than working
And though i am forced to pay
my t.v license everything is a
repeat and has nothing on it
to watch
And why i have to annually pay
to license my pet dog only
they can justify but do not feel
the need to
Or why i need a licence and it
is not compulsory to become
an organ donor
But i suppose the reason for
no one needing a licence to
have children is
Maybe it's because they are indeed
the future licenses and tax payers in
waiting
Poetry is an art.
The possibilities are endless...
With everything seemingly possible
Including style, form and space.
Requires inspiration, little education but it helps
Intense imagination, a vast vocabulary
Loose interpretation, creativity
Private investigating, entertainment value
And massive amounts of attention and admiration.
Please feel free
To stop by my office
To obtain your official license.
Special Agent,
ARt MEdDler
Alter-ego Alias ergo Alibis vice versa Non-status quo Persona-non-Grata Ad hoc de facto In situ in loco Per se errata et cetera Habeas corpus scrip ex gratia Compos mentis Amor Omnia
Partnerships contract primal economic,
civil,
cultural rights between consenting mutually subsidiary parties;
ecojustice solidarity mentors relationship-building.
Marriage contracts regenerate deep ecological sacred rites,
a liturgy of procreative mutual polarity and parity
bi-naturally systemic.
Iconic of nature's quintessential binomiality,
bi-normiality,
bionically balanced as dipolar "tension" or intention
and daily life-recommitted liturgical practice
of mutually subsidiary economic
and ecological perma-cooperative Union.
Ecology includes biological systems,
but also binomial self-regeneratively organized information systems,
patterns,
organisms,
paradigms,
language,
and natural systemic Yang/Yin
CrownLight/RootPower integral balance,
neuro-systemic nutritional flow functions.
Ecotherapeutic contracts evolve best
co-invested equal partners
of Wisdom's co-gravity functional patterns
AND Light's good humor flow rhythm.
We evolve a darkside for every exegetical Truth,
just as we revolve a lighter side to every False-False
paradox:
Fear of Fear Itself,
Hating Haters,
Love of Beloved Bicameral WeSelf
Not Negativing our Double-Binary
space-1/time-0 bilateral
Win/Win resonant Positives.
Renewing my driver's license, got by again
At my advanced years, haven'd killed or maimed
Cept for old ladies and cats
But aside from that fact
Obey most rules and at times stay in my lane
Lately folks been asking bout
This license that I got
That lets me wax poetic
And I do wax a lot
It’s given out to writers
Who write other than prose
Like limericks and Cherihews
And rhyming things like those
Who don’t care if a particle
Is dangling or not
Or if a subject follows verb
Or calls a pan a pot
This license allows us writers
A distortion of the facts
Or alteration of good grammar
Though some folks call us hacks
We write at our discretion
And hope you tolerate our view
We use it to fill in the gaps
Leave the meanings up to you
We add non-existing details
And exaggerate the truth
At times we write with tongue in cheek
And come across uncouth
This license lets us say things
We wouldn’t say out loud
Or maybe things we don’t believe
We are truly not highbrowed
It lets us be offensive
When offence makes you think
It lets us do most ANYTHING
Till we run out of ink
It’s the rhythm of the writing
Iambic pentameter
That separates the licensed
From the lowly amateur
But don’t go down to City Hall
This license is inbred
It comes when you just open up
The thoughts within your head
Mdailey
2nd place in contest