Best Mandates Poems


Convoy of Hope

Governments have been intent on 
eradicating our rights one by one
Backing us in a corner with countless 
threats with nowhere to run 

Under the disguise of an experimental vaccine
that has not been proven to be safe
Mandating it, thus taking away our choice 
leaves us all feeling the chafe

Canadian truckers decided to take a stand for freedom and created a freedom convoy 
Which the government, Big Pharma
and the mainstream media are trying to destroy 

At stake is our freedom of choice, our  livelihoods
and the spirit of mankind
Totalitarian society will become a reality 
if the masses remain blind 

To Ottawa the truckers made their long trek
asking all mandates to be dropped 
Reuniting humanity worldwide by the millions
with unity that can not be stopped 

Peaceful demonstrations fueled by hope, 
awareness and an outpouring of love
That our freedoms will be rightly restored
with the grace of God above

Feb 3rd, 2022

Premium Member Be Loyal

Be loyal whether things are going your way or not.
Unite with your fellow dwellers
Speak your mind 
After you listen to their views
Take them seriously
You are in this together

Be loyal to your country, your family, and your friends
Do not allow anyone to put them down.
Stand up for what is right.
Show that you are listening,
And when you disapprove 
Explain why in a kind and loving way.

Be loyal to your soldiers. Defend them and their assignments.
They are not given choices. They are given orders.
They follow them in good faith.
To keep the country healthy.
To allow you to enjoy your life
While they are possibly sacrificing theirs
In your honor.

Be loyal to your country’s mandates, and beliefs.
If there is something that needs to be changed,
Advocate.
But in a heartfelt, cooperative, 
Wise and caring way.
Do not speak badly of your government or her policies.
Be loyal always.

Premium Member An Alliteration of the Summer Season

Soaking up sunshine on sandy warm shores;
   sipping sangria while sampling smores.
Under umbrellas we’re putting to use;
   utterly euphoric as the day comes unloose.
Mid-morning mildness is making me muse;
   mild mannered time I must never misuse.
Madness of midnight is making mandates;
   making fond memories while mingling with mates.
Eating cold eskimo pies by sea’s edge;
   enjoying the easy life nothing can enhedge.
Resting by the river with rod and reel;
   ready for catfish their tails to reveal.
Tracking the bull toads and catching tadpoles;
   Taking it easy as heat takes its toll.
Ice cold sangria will surely incite;
   into the icer, our friends we’ll invite.
Mid-summer party and merry we’ll make
   memories to make us forget our mistakes.
Ending this etude I hope you enjoyed
   every small ethos that I just employed.


June 9, 2018

Contest: Alliteration Old or New
Sponsor: Joseph May


Why Vote Mate

Why vote for governments
That uses you
That abuses you
Confuses you and refuses you

Why vote for governments
That doesn’t respect or defend your rights
And fight with all their might’s
Why vote for governments that are not contrite
And feel their evil doings are alright

Why vote for governments
That steals the meals off poor people’s plate
Yes I know you can relate
You lobbyist and you rich conglomerates

You leaders brought this world to this state
You closed equal opportunity gates
You email-gate, water-gate, racial profile, hate!
You collaborate to devastate by inaugurate debates
And brain washing mandates

You empty and launder it
The treasury’s financial reserves hey wait!
You vaingloriously defend your scandals eh mate
Yeh! You really forced me to explashiate

Against fractured cannibalistic nature politics
Syndromes of “eat ah food” government’s historics
Past and present, you categorize and polarize
Our society for your sooooole benefits

Eh why vote mate?

©Copyright August 27, 2014 by Brian Pierre-Alexander
© All Rights Reserved

Premium Member Serenity

There's a place I sometimes visit in my mind,
where skies steal the soft color of robins' eggs.
Breezes brush through golden sea oats and I find
soft, white sand dunes where I sit and cross my legs
to count multi-hued shells high tide left behind
and listen, as for food, a circling gull begs.
To the sounds of tumbling waves, I meditate,
assured this sense of peace I can recreate.

Finding solutions mandates vigilant thought
beyond noisy freeways and our cluttered lives.
In webs of our own complications we're fraught.
So when a moment of frustration arrives
and snared in the web of life's hassles you're caught,
transport to shores where serenity revives.
Close your eyes, imagination takes you there;
just visit your private place from anywhere.




February 4, 2019

Premium Member Say Goodbye To 2021

Say Goodbye to 2021
                      Where greed and corruption has spewed lies,
                       Let us ring it out, be glad the year is done;
                                  Say Goodbye to 2021.
               Faced with lockdowns and mandates the contempt has begun;
                   Take back our civil liberties and once free lives,
                                   Say Goodbye to 2021
                      Where greed and corruption has spewed lies.


Premium Member Silly People

Just pretend a baby in the womb isn't a baby at all
Just pretend America is evil and deserves to fall
Just pretend we have no borders and never complete the wall
Just pretend there is no crime and we don't enforce any laws

Just believe there is no God and the environment becomes religion
Just believe opposition is racist to keep people in division
Just believe in reckless spending our future enslaved by selfish decisions
Just believe in globalism while our people suffer improvised living

All the silly people staying dumb
to the truth they are numb
A fake president with fake news
the world imploding in shadows of blue
War is profit extinct the dove
preach hate forsake love
Boys are girls and girls are boys
grooming children for woke toys
Famine and fear grip the earth
false mandates controlled by virus birth
The rich get richer the poor do without
the elite only sow seeds of doubt
No more oil means no more food
with Build Back Better all will lose
Silly people obsessed with silly things
destroying the world by being insane.

You Cannot Fix Stupid April 5

You can’t fix stupid 

something unfixable local gems 

To this day
There are some people
Who believe that COVID
Never really existed.

That it was all a horrid libtard plot
To lock down the economy
Imposed draconian controls
On everyone.

That vaccine mandates
Are the equivalent of
Sending Jews to the death camps

That the unvaccinated 
Will be rounded up
And forced to get vaccines
Which are the equivalent
Of Nazi medical experiments.

That the vaccines were created 
To track people
Invented by Bill Gates 
Or were the mark of the beast. 

Some speculated that 
everyone who got the vaccine
Would die in one year
Or become sterile. 

Part of the nefarious plot
To depopulate the world
By the global one-world government
UN black helicopter conspiracy. 

The nonsense about vaccines
Mask wearing
And COVID in general 
Reveal a fundamental flaw
With many human beings.

No matter how hard one might try
To convince people who believe
This nonsense,
It is beyond any ability 
To reason with them.

At the end of the day
You can’t fix stupid.
© Jake Aller  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member Strength of a Friendship

Sometimes we just need a friend to hold us up, 
like a vine on a garden wall, not to speak 
but to listen and catch us if we fall.   ~ by poet


Whenever trouble follows my every move
and tongues wag at me as if to disapprove
all of the things I have done or didn't do,
you are the one person who sees me through.

You are like a sturdy vine growing on a wall,
the reason why I never crumble and fall,
the staunch ally whose arms keep me standing
when tragedy's mandates are too demanding.

A smile from you when you hold my hand
makes it clear that you really do understand
that what I need most then is for you to listen
when tears flowing from my eyes begin to glisten.

You are the friend who always keeps me strong
when hardships in my life go miserably wrong.
We support each other so neither of us will fall.
You are the flowering vine on my garden wall.
© Lin Lane  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member Heybrother, Can U Spare a Brain Cell

Is there a memo motionless meaning that co considers
the let me know not the in between time of soul space that swells
spit in time and all things youless and common/uncommon in a new raw
omniplural potpourri vs a humnopre-salient cap-able anti
impractical public a anonoymous -----let it be the me behind
the windless wheel well of counter culture communation happy
ig no rant dance given to adulto frown friends with no 
inner countenance to the opposite of their children's 
heretofore genetic anaglous inheritenance, happenstance with the all degradratory of who's who on first impractical **** annoyance given to parentosociosuck prevelances.
Let it be me and my behold every endurance
behind the wishless wheel wonders like stale bread kisses that
will leave a bastard/***** beholding another ever unpresent illego negligent
my me mine me behind--as an ever ill gotten gain gopher behold!!
I offer no ill indifference to a an **** ego indifference, as it wanes itself 
in an annotated post partum parental quandary with all of the estrogenous misgivings that minus all of our copious relative holiday misgivings; hope/love/angst/fear/fake fornication that co comprise our inner grasp gasp being to err offend everyone in our inner nature neighborhood never openly negative of your own offspring offerings as they relate to your perfectly PC credentialed crassness of age coinciding with the
all year round as life asked of us relatives to/fro in/out closed/open/in/out/add/subtract/distract, ect, ect, ect,. 
Far from first inner circle seconds included and removed offended defended included/excluded as to their proper "tudes" to be later revealed related as to a toddler tranquil trance perfectly placed belovedly behind a two tone parental (irr)rational regal rememberance
that reveals a riviteing rancid rationale reward right vs mostly wrong. 
Matching sibiling ill will/deeds and useless non needs can lead to a covert cancer covered man-nipulates meanlip measures of misgotten memories factly misered measured mandates. Welcome my friends to the drone that never ends, human race, human race; youngins' all youngins' all.

Premium Member Let’s Go Brandon

Hey America, what do ya think of your Pres now?
Still think he’s a moderate?
Still think the virus came from a bat?
Still think your child needs to wear a mask?
Still think Jan 6 Committee isn’t a hyper-partisan circus?
Still think MAGAs riot but BLM & Antifa protest?
Still think Joe’s compos?
Still think he knows what day it is?
Still think Obama isn’t a racist divisive ass-hole?
Still think globalists first is better than America first?
Still think Hunter didn’t pay daddy his cut of dirty deals?
Still think all black criminals are victims?
Still think Joe is running the show?
Still think he’s got any clue?
Still think you have freedom of speech?
Still think you live in a democracy?
Still think Joe’s not a hostage to the radical left?
Still think diversity over merit ever works?
Still think Joe’s not Putin’s bit*h?
Still think he’s not a hair sniffing creep?
Still think Made in China is better than Made in USA?
Still think calling Covid the China Vi-rus is inherently racist?
Still think lockdowns and mandates work?
Still think woketardery isn’t a cancer on western civilisation?
Still think Joe cares about what you think?
Still think Antifa is just an idea?
Still think Trump bad but Cuomo good?
Still think Joe cares about your constitutional rights?
Still think you can be any gender you want?
Still think anyone gives a damn about your pronouns?
Still think censorship is good for our democracy?
Still think Joe speaks for you?
Still think the media don’t cover for him?
Still think Fauci hasn’t been lying all along?
Still think border cartels don’t love Democrats?
Still think the Great Reset isn’t a thing?
Still think the Russia hoax is real?
Still think it’s okay to kill full term babies?
Still think climate alarmism isn’t the con of the century?
Still think defunding the police makes black communities safer?
Still think George Soros isn’t an evil bastard?
Still think Critical Race Theory isn’t taught to your kids?
Still think Afghanistan wasn’t a clusterfu*k?
Still think Build Back Better isn't a disaster?
Still think open borders isn’t about demographic change?
Still think sleepy slow Joe is the great unifier?
Still think you would vote for Joe?
Hey America, what do you think of your Pres now?


                 Written: February 2022

Premium Member Pandemic Scamdemic

This “huge” pandemic I do not believe.
It’s propaganda that is constantly
broadcasted. It’s so easy to deceive
the masses by the power of TV.
Yes, Covid’s real, and it can kill, but so
does common flu! Why don’t we ever hear
of ways to build immunity? Oh, no,
our puppeteers prefer to bring us fear.
Hydroxychloroquine, since ‘55,
was used quite safely. Suddenly it’s banned?
It could have kept so many folks alive
who died instead! Last year's events were planned!
Use masks and social distancing? Not I.
No trial jab for me. I’d rather die.

May 11, 2021
for Chantelle Anne Cooke's Your Philosophy During This Pandemic Poetry Contest
(I actually do obey rules in stores and other places that have serious mandates for masks because I am a peaceful person, but nowadays I am just walking in and not doing it at all. The big push in my community now is to get folks vaccinated, but I do not trust Big Pharma, and I do not appreciate the coercion people are practicing in the workplace to get friends and employees to put something into their body that is still in trial stage.)

Premium Member A Comic's Final Joke - During the Covid Pandemic

Written by Gail DeBole
On December 8, 2021
Updated on February 6, 2025

Before his fans entered the funeral’s door
They all read a sign that they couldn’t ignore.

The sign listed rules to be followed by his fans
Who had come to show respect for this funny man.

He wanted to make sure his mourners stayed safe.
To not follow these mandates would not help their fate.

Before they could enter to pay their respects
The first request was to all disinfect

By cleaning their hands with sanitizer provided
While social distancing six feet - they were all reminded.

Everyone had to show a card that proved
They were vaccinated at least times two.

They were all to wear masks to filter the air
In case Covid was in attendance there.

The comic - so funny while he was alive
Couldn’t resist entertaining even after he died.

Lying very still in a handsome blue suit
The comic exuded humor even though he was mute.

And as each person approached the casket to say a goodbye
Some laughed or you could see a smile in their eyes. 

For the comic was lying there even in death
Wearing a face mask to not be a threat!

Lives, Fortunes, and Sacred Honor

They pledged their lives, their fortunes
And their sacred honor.
With courage born of God and love
Of freedom, they stood against
The evil of the day. Nor would their lives
Have been preserved had they failed in their cause.

Today we cower in our comfort zones
Afraid to disobey the unjust laws,
The mandates of corrupted men
Who will control, who grasp for power,
Who deny they are the servants and
Betray the unearned trust of those they’ve fooled.

Where will we find the patriots of today,
Those who treasure freedom over life, 
Who stand apart from unearned beneficence,
Who aren’t afraid to say, “I built this,
I own my own rewards and I reject
The socialist fraud of government.”

We the People hold our Freedom
In our hands. No secret patriots will arise
To re-declare the Independence sacrificed
To welfare gods or to Big Brother’s lies. 
If we seek fortune over honor, Liberty will not be saved.
The Founders bones raise dust clouds in the grave.
© Karen Ruff  Create an image from this poem.

Resilience

Transforming spirituality is resilience in nature. 

Listen, observe, and absolute the moment. 

Absorption can be everlasting.

Defining resilience is the ability to adapt as trees do to wintery woods and as jet streams run through mountains.

Consider the fence, once bent, it yields and survives. 

Once change is monumental, I must adapt and therefore, I will grow. 

A ball hangs from high captured by the thorny branch of a tree. 

Resilient to the wind, it swings until recovery – until it is let free.

The unexpected mandates handling. 

I embrace the thought. 

Realization is Jehovah’s provision of “creative adjustment” within us. 

Strength, wisdom, grace, and courage manifest resilience.

Safety is a nest, which can break. 

Implications are that the world is individually viewed and an individual’s identity. 

Today is built around moments, which we are unable to see in which an individual’s future lies. 

Clinging to what is known is how an individual frequently possesses his or her dreams. 

Freedom lies in one’s ability to let go of what is cherished and customary to his or her existence with realization being that this is no longer obtainable; hence, constructing greater availability for more in depth dreams and privileges.  

Through the woods!

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