Best Licenses Poems


Premium Member Rant Against Bad Drivers

Some adults should go back to driving school,
those who seem not to comprehend red signs
at four-way stops. So many act a fool
and take my turn. Oh, there should be stiff fines!

Some licenses, I long to cut to bits.
Those jerks who chase me down, then ride my tail
or pass, then cut me off--all give me fits.
I want to see them languishing in jail!

But since there's nothing I can do to keep
these idiots from taking to the wheel,
I'll just drive on while hoping they will reap
what they deserve. I'll mask the way I feel.

   My middle finger I will not hold high.
   I'll watch for menaces as I but sigh.


Posted May 3, 2018

May 3, 2018, entered in Shadow Hamilton's Rant Contest     Placed 1st

May 2, 2019, entered in Michelle Faulkner's Memories of May contest

Premium Member The Coronavirus Covid-19 Part Two

The Snohomish County Health District is using the Angel of the Winds Casino's Everett arena.  In order to treat victims of COVID-19.  Whereas in Seattle 300 Army medical core medical professions are being utilized to treat patients not being effected by the Coronavirus.  In Kent and Issaquah motels are being used to intern people affected by it.  They are being monitored by the police. Yet in Kent, a homeless man broke lose and robbed a local convenience store.

The Army medical core is using the Seattle's CenturyLink Event Center and field. Treating non victims of COVID-19.  Field hospitals are being established nationally and world wide.  Treating this contemporary angel of death.

In Yakima twelve to thirteen inmates broke lose because their facility was being impacted by COVID-19.  In several of the most impacted states, such as New York.  The National Guard has been called out to render assistance. As of yesterday, thirty three of the fifty states have been effected by it.    

There have been non essential business in Washington State. Ignoring Governor Jay Inslee's order to close down.  First they will be warned, and finally they could lose their business licenses.  For continued noncompliance.

President Donald Trump and Congress approved a stimulus package for our nation.  Checks should be arriving  direct deposit by the IRS in about two to three weeks.  His stay at home order has been extended to April 30th.

Online schools are becoming the new normal for students.  Even students without home computers can use their teacher's lesson plans.  And in some areas home computers are being delivered to k-12 students.

We should watch, wait and pray for the COVID-19 to pass over us. By vanishing into thin air.

Love as always,
Roxanne Lea Dubarry
Roxy Lea 1954
Roxy 1954/ October Country
March 31, 2020

Pets and Children

Many people in this world love their animals.
From cats, dogs, birds, all imprisoned in kennels.
To own one they pay for shots, and adopt.
The pay for licenses, fees, finally they are bought.

Now we as animal lovers care immensely for them.
Making them part of the family, like next of kin.
Sadly they care only for pets, not humans.
Plenty of children need adoption, left alone among men.

People all over the world are starving and dying.
Little children go hungry, many are weak and crying.
Did you ever have to go to bed sick or hungry?
Wondering where your next meal will be, it’s not funny.

In Africa, Libya, Sudan, Ethiopia, children are suffering.
Many nations try to help; many don’t try, not caring.
The Lord says “let the children come to me.”
His children are important, he wants them spiritually.

Children go hungry, one in five in the USA.
Inner City, our Cities, feel the crunch everyday.
As parents, desperation and panic set in.
So crime rates soar, as they try to feed their children.

Something is sadly wrong when pets are fed and children suffer.
Caring for animals, while children go hungry, Sisters and Brothers.
Desperately they turn to crime, drugs, robbery, is an epidemic.
Animals over humans, something is definitely wrong;
While humans suffer pandemics.

A new world, with Jesus at the helm.
Will bring an end to suffering, we will overcome.
A new thought “Love” will appear on earth.
It’s been promised by God what before our birth.


Premium Member Revoking Doc's License

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.

Christian Believer Hypocrisy

Christian Believer Hypocrisy

Kentucky clerk Kim Davis
Use of her religious belief is a mistake most gravest.
While denying same-sex marriage, she is cherry picking the bible
When she grants divorced persons marriage licenses, making her argument not very viable.





Jesus had several times said something about divorce and remarriage. Corinthians 7:10-11 especially applies to Kim Davies who has three divorces and four marriages. Not only is she a hypocrite, she is using religion to promulgate hate. Oh yes, I think Jesus said something about "loving your neighbor" that seems lost on christian conservatives.

Premium Member Land of the Lost

Land of the Lost

Time in time out
What's it all about

Got no freedom
Drunk on rum

Russian roulette full of fun
Empty barrel, trigger gun

Bust a cop
Prison mob

Modern warfare
Lord's prayer

Life's a steal
Keep it real

Living will 
patients bill

File for divorce
Marriage course

False image
True discourage

Hating phase
Finger peace trace

Murder case
Birthplace

Where's my justice
Religion practice

Body full of lies 
the truth dies

Overdrive
Sex thrive

Driver licenses
Fatal expense

Public enemy
Hermit disease

Auspice unity
Combined greedy

Foot prints
Heart dent

Failure to communicate
Achieve to hallucinate

Judged by hypocrite
3 seconds, 3000 kilobits

Every minute matters
For jugglers and gamblers

Every life has a cost
Land of the lost

By: P.D...


Premium Member A Nameless Baritone

An arthritic flesh

Hesitant wipes off deteriorated lens

Every exhale,
Another tragic sulk unto morrow’s pit
Flaunting suicidal fallacies

Off-white flag motions
Signaling mercy under liar’s duress

Muted pride
Cracking dusty knuckles

Penetration’s decrepit vowel
Slipping in between faulty, stamped licenses
Just to belong

Another back-handed waltz
Bordering beggar dialects

Untrue
Towards paradoxical epiphanies

A faceless identity
Converging amongst unwelcomed hymns
Tainting hallelujahs with discolored spit

Worming their decapitated fingertips
With equilibrium massages
Back to a barricaded oasis

Deciphers from a slanderous heretic
Proclamation of syllabic want

As arthritic flesh
Scribbles out expendable nickname
Manipulating good intentions to be sadistically validated

From their rendered nether

Nameless never inscribed a verse to call their own

Struggling to swim
In the rivers they cried

©Drake J. Eszes

School

Graduation, we have come a long way to get to this day.
From the best friends since kindergarten,
To the drivers’ licenses of high school,
We all have grown.
Elementary was where we met our closest friends, 
Middle School was where we branched out and tried new things,
High School was where we began the journey to find who we are. 
Though our journey has only just begun,
Our lives have still been forming through the friendships made, 
And the friendships lost.
Now that we are all closer to finding our selves,
Our paths may take different turns.
But always remember
No matter where we all are,
We are all still connected by our roots.

Premium Member Continuation

I gave you the tale of my computer
Last month 
All is working....... 
Well sort of.

And again it came down to me to put in a network card.
It put up a stubborn  fight 
But two days later I MADE IT WORK! 
It really wasn't that hard

But there were other things 
Like licenses for the vehicles and me
Mine was the problem
My birth certificate name was different you see.

I had had it changed
But who knows in what state
The lawyer said "shoot
The one on your birth certificate will do.".

The Kansas license was personalized
And a beautiful thing
I decided I'd  keep it 
And one day put it out for all to see.

When I removed it 
I brought it inside
Washed and dried it 
And set it aside.

One evening Shirlee and Fred came by
On their way home from work
I wasn't here but they left some no, no's
For my dessert.

The next day they came by to give me a ride
It was off to garage sales we would go
Shirlee looked at me and said
"Mom is that your idea of a joke?"


I didn't pick up on what she meant
And she pointed toward the stove.
" I mean ," she said "Do you intend to leave your 
License plate up there?"

I told you it was special,
I didn't want it to get hurt
So I placed it on the vent
Above the cook stove to make sure.

It was tan 
And a buffalo stood with pride
The letters C I L E
Were printed on it's side.

I still didn't get the drift
Until she pointed to the four little words
And Read 
"HOME ON THE RANGE."

I had to sit down 
I was laughing so hard 
And when I think back
I still get a charge.

I haven't yet found my home on the range 
But I'll tell you this my friends
Following the next four lines 
You can add the word, AMEN

No more cooking 
I am through
If you can't use the micro wave
BOO HOO!

                              Cile Beer

Run Rhino Run

Run rhino run, just like cousin cheater
Cheat on them 
They are coming again ,now it’s against
Like brother lion fight back

Their stories are made, maiming your horn
They have been there in Bukavu and left it dry
They have been in Bujumbura, left it bloody
Run my rhino run; give them a run of their money
Run rhino run, don’t fight on their folly, just run

Run to the deep forest of Mayombe, straight to 
Let them not catch you, kill you, evil
Fight to the core of you skill
Defend your skin
Run to the hut of MADIBA
Hide your horns

Remove them before you perish,
Listen it’s a fight not against you 
It’s a fight against me,
I am your shepherd 
I cry all the time, their 
Bullets designed to eliminate you, my flock

Run rhino run, quick to me, refuge 
Fight not evil by evil
Fight not greed by lies 
Just run and live,
If you can fly high into the heavens of gods

Run rhino, you can run, quicker than their arsenal
The visas said kill not,
Their passport said you are none
The licenses said kill the shepherd
Spare not the sheep 

Run rhino run,
Find me at the corner
Hold me, strong majesty

If I Were a Dictator-1

To start with, I desire, I were a dictator
If destiny were to decide at its leisure
Choose to crown me as a probationer
I would become a benevolent dictator.

I would in the first place announce to all
That there is no scope for nonsense at all
Those who obstruct the nation’s revival
At no cost be worthy of any mercy at all.

That serving the army by every one able
Shall be made mandatory for a year full
To inculcate discipline among the people
That helps the nation to remain watchful.
 
Health and hygiene of all the citizens 
With special program for the old ones
And the disabled as well as the orphans
The basic aim to build a healthy nation.

With force would stop wasteful spending
On such things that affect nation building
Enforce through out the country a canon
Apply law of plain living and more action.

Literacy and education are basic for growth
None availing the help would attract wrath
Impose a firm ban on concessions forthwith
Make merit the standard, to build up strength.

No pampering of any community or section
Put down with firm footing all vivisection
Religious liberty granted to all and sundry
Severely deal with fanaticism and bigotry.

Implement free market economy and trade
Licenses and permits at a stroke removed
Every subsidy instantaneously abandoned
And tell the public to walk without a bend.
contd-part-2

Raised From the Dead

three women with points on their licenses to the tomb of Jesus they ventured
as they had a love for our Savior that was totally uncensored
they were told that the Roman soldiers over His tomb were standing guard
but they had a need to consecrate His body that compelled them to do their part
it was risky and unreasonable in the minds of most
but man's reasoning has no value when it comes to our Heavenly Host
to do the impossible that is what they desired
and with the power of the Holy Spirit they were then inspired
to walk by faith and not by sight guided by God's spiritual light

and when those women got to the tomb they then discovered 
that the sepulcher of Jesus was now uncovered
no Roman soldiers were in sight 
just an Angel of God wearing raiment snow white
"fear not" the Angel said, for the prophecy has been fulfilled
the Messiah  Jesus has risen from the dead for it is God's will
the mighty stone had been rolled away
it was a bold godly display

do you know that God will roll away any stone that impedes your life?
as He rolled away the stone at the tomb of His beloved Son Jesus the Christ
to be raised from the death of corruption and sin
restored, renewed, revived and born again
raised up from societal barriers of destruction
now a new creation in Christ's gospel production
the Lord desires that we live abundantly
and to walk with the power of His authority
so never forget the sacrifice and the blood that was shed
when Jesus the Christ by the hand of God was raised from the dead

What Value License and Tax

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

Premium Member -A Parents Love

Thirty two years ago today
Our family was complete
With the arrival of a baby boy
Overdue, nine pounds, perfect and sweet

The purest love we had ever known
The day our whirlwind  child arrived
Little did we know what lay ahead
Yet we all surprisingly survived!

A kind, caring ,affectionate child
With an angelic cherub face
With a spirit so wild and free
Life and its risks he did embrace

Adventuress and fearless
There was nothing he wouldn’t attempt to do
A childhood of stitches, bumps and bruises
Phone calls from schools and a policeman or two

His teenage years were the most daunting
Risks now being taken with alcohol and cars
Licenses lost , vehicles crashed,
Time spent at parties , pubs and bars

Tonight at seven pm he turns thirty two
He is loving ,kind hearted ,settled, happy
Genuine, funny and our lovely son!
No two parents could be prouder than we!
© Deb M  Create an image from this poem.

Sick

One night a man said to his son your friend is really sick
The child pondered this and asked can he be fixed

It isn’t as simple as that my boy
Why he’s not a doll or a simple toy

Secondly the child pondered what was the matter
Stomach swelling and cerebral contusions from a Horrible clatter 

A drunk man going home one eve
Didn’t mind help or watching his speed

So he was just in the wrong place
The boy was young and chase

A bruise was all the drunk man suffered and mental grief
Now the boys friend now enjoys a painless Eternal sleep

A grown man one day entered a grave yard and promised
A point that he nearly missed

The point of is statement was that he would never let a man do this
So he set about securing himself as a prohibitionist

The young man accomplished a good many laws indeed
Until he found that a drink was all he would  need

He got sick, ill rather more like a severe headache
Aspirin was out of stock and if not treated could result in a state

So he new that a drink would thin his blood to relieve pain
That was against his word, promise, and his claim!

So he did! Later found out that drink saved him
He had a blood clot in the brain would have slain him

He sought to utilize his skills to bring back alcohol use
Though not to over exceed or abuse

He won his endeavor with prohibition and drank responsibly
Taking away keys and driving licenses to the weak and wobbly

Though that man thinks of his friend he can’t take back his factions
Every night asks forgiveness for this transaction

On the FUTURE

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