Best One Party Poems
With sadness, that never ceased,
I watched your Father shot on live television.
I was living in Chicago and Elena, a baby
in my arms asleep.
Your Father, Robert had just won California
and “on to Chicago” was his mission.
Sirhan-Sirhan., anti-Isreal, pro-Palestinian ,
shot your father in the hotel’s kitchen, near dead.
I sat in Chicago, in tearful disbelief, and all I could
feel was profoundest grief!
Screaming crowds wept as deep crimson-
warm, blood seeped from your father’s head.
And here you are now with your lovely wife and
actress, Cheryl Hines, about to follow in your
Father’s footsteps!
Your voice may sound strange as you are
affected by spasmodic dysphonia.
I am just an extraordinary American because I
do not think one party is a religion whose
Ordinances must be obeyed and kept.
For anyone, who would like to see
Robert Kennedy Jr. Mon, October 9th!
Soupmail me.
Thank you!
There are two twiddle dees,
Of the mind you see,
Who see and don’t see as a Pharisee,
And a Sadducee!
Theses Twins,
Of sin,
Crop up in life, again and again,
They don’t go in,
And remain in their sin,
And from their heart,
Remain apart!
They come from the bad college,
The tree of the divided knowledge!
One is in power, the other is not,
The ploy of the plot,
The mind has Got,
Which is not,
From it’s own heart,
Remaining apart,
They never start,
The narrow part!
Maybe you’ve seen,
These evil twins,
In our own politic’s glean!
One party is in,
One party is out,
Al ways leaving one side to pout!
I speak of the narrow way,
Few be that find to play,
Much less stay,
And attention pay!
The white and the black hat,
I am sorry to say,
Is where our nation is at!
Let us gather together,
Like birds of a feather,
To be one of love’s party!
For a house divided,
Will not be decided,
Un till hate’s abate,
Decides our higher fate!
Then love will Gov,
Not the parties scatter,
Which is what’s the matter!
Can we not find from above,
Just a little love,
At least enough to Gov,
With love?
Our forefathers,
Would not have bothered,
To write love,
Into our Gov,
If our minds were above,
And Able to gov,
Without love!
The heart of our nation,
Was not meant to be it’s current oblation,
The corporate course,
Which has long since, by sense, divorced,
Our godly course!
Our nation's heart,
From it’s very start,
From God’s own heart,
Through our heart,
Is love’s part,
And we must start,
From our heart,
To do love’s part!
And that is how that it must be,
My twiddle dee,
To stay, a nation free!
1-7-09
With sadness, that never ceased,
I watched your Father shot on live television.
I was living in Chicago and Elena, a baby
in my arms asleep.
Your Father, Robert had just won California
and “on to Chicago” was his mission.
Sirhan-Sirhan., anti-Isreal, pro-Palestinian ,
shot your father in the hotel’s kitchen, near dead.
I sat in Chicago, in tearful disbelief, and all I could
feel was profoundest grief!
Screaming crowds wept as deep crimson-
warm, blood seeped from your father’s head.
And here you are now with your lovely wife and
actress, Cheryl Hines, about to follow in your
Father’s footsteps!
Your voice may sound strange as you are
affected by spasmodic dysphonia.
I am just an ordibary American because I
do not think one party is a religion whose tenets
are absolute truth.
@@ This is not an an endorsement on his campaign@@
Panagiota Romips.
As of this date, this poem has had …1,660 reads!! I congratulate all who commented, this was never a POTD or POTW. Your interest in American history is far more moving! Thanks to each who read it. Pangie.xx
This comment, posted 3/20/2024! Bless all of you.!
Re Posted 3/18/2024
Zillion supporters screaming, a loud buzz,
Yearning to return home cheered by victory.
Xerox machines preparing the next day’s papers; Max
Wit for the shame or fame of a member of the show.
Violent vitriol from commentators like engine rev
Unites with supporters’ glee at likes of Eto’o or Kanu
To spur skill at each minute to get even one stunning stunt
Spirits soar, sink, so it is, for here serenity bores.
Roulette, lifté, counter-attack by one party raising the roar.
Quick kick! Oh no! Replay?! Why not? That must join the FAQ
Pray the corner kick slays the opponent; oh that header was sharp!
Oh he missed that goal again! No replay?! Hell no!
No! Now he’s channeled that ball too late for the man,
May the coach coach correctly and call him to quit the team!
Leave the pitch you little loss-bringing imp! LOL!
Khaki-wearing “messer” I can even get your reek!
Just as our jests are about to milk out laughs, I couldn’t find a word to end with “J”.
Instead I had a whole lot of them J-starting words. So I
Hunched to think, but then looked up at the BROOHAH:
GOAL GOAL!! Oops the scorer is the "Mr. Bug"!
Fooled? No, I’m still for him leaving,( Scoring oaf!)
Even though this elation, release and joy, came from his device!
Defensive tactics, offensive backing up, I can almost get mad
‘Cos the best defense is attack Doc!
Bye losers, we took this easy. Supporters bob
Away, and the whole stadium sleeps in the starlight bathed by mother Luna.
(c) Nyonglema
I thank all Participants in my endeavor to create a POETRYSOUP Dictionary I f YOU do not
see Your word yet Please be Patient I was not expecting such a Great response You may
send in more than one word(per : Brian Strand, Dane Ann, and Sean Kelly) Thank-YOU
Again YOUR POETRY Brother ALWAYS...HG
Coffee --- The Person Upon Whom You Cough --- Sean Kelly
Flabbergasted --- Appalled At The Extra Weight I've Gained --- Sean Kelly
Hollywood --- Decorative Christmas Forest --- Sean Kelly
Reliable --- Being Able To Successfully Tell Untruths ---Sean Kelly
Hypnosis --- Your Sister Who Refuses Her Hip Operation --- Sean Kelly
Coffee --- Life's Spark Plug --- Karen O'Leary
Wallflower --- Take Five - Hand Jive --- Brian Strand
Bank Promissory Note --- My Gosh, What Tosh --- Brian Strand
Clueless --- Oh No - Clouseau --- Brian Strand
Futures Trading --- I Bet - You Sweat --- Brian Strand
Still Life --- Tableau Stage Show --- Briand Strand
Hobo --- No Bread - in Shed ---Brian Strand
Taize-Rondo --- Sung Low ---Brian Strand
Chaplin --- No Sound Around --- Brian Strand
Rsvp --- See You - Chez Nous --- Brian strand
Veni, Vedi, Vici --- Old Ode, In Code --- Brian Strand
Dear John --- Sweetheart, We Part --- Brian Strand
C A I - Misspell - Ssh Don't Tell --- Briand Strand
One Party State --- I Choose - You Loose ---Brian Strand
Conredanse --- Line Dance - In France --- Brian Strand
Democracy --- Fair Do's -You Choose --- Briand
Charleston --- Kick Feet - Off Beat ---Briand Strand
WIKIPEDIA --- Free Facts - Unpacked ---Briand Strand
Blog (1) --- Essay Today --- Brian Strand
Blog (2) --- Bio To Show --- Brian Strand
Solid State --- Opacity Capacity --- Robert A. Dufresne
Not Fit For Purpose --- Useless, I Guess --- Brian Strand
Off The Record --- You Wrote My Note --- Brian Strand
Press Release --- Off Pat - No Chat --- Brian Strand
Intuition --- Sat - Nav Less --- Brian Strand
Xylophone --- Music's Home --- Dane Ann
X-Ray --- Bone Inspector --- Dane Ann
Zeal --- Eagerness Squeal --- Dane Ann
Zoo --- Animal Crew --- Dane Ann
Candidates disputing, scratching, wailing, crying, whining.
Blasts of good here,
Bad there
What truth is there to believe?
Turn off the un-statesman like banter.
Coffee turned cold with no paper to read,
discarded because the riotous words fly at our morning faces.
Answer the phone –
one party, another party,
please give us your vote.
Don’t answer and long messages overflow your memory.
A walk to the mail box
and stacks of colorful cardboard flyers
tumble out all over the road.
They scatter in the wind and are gone
like wasted dollars
that could have fed a hungry nation.
Is democracy a voice for the people,
Or is it just a word?
Do we strive for fair debate,
Or do discussions become absurd?
Parliament needs discussions,
A rigorous and fair debate.
From same sex marriage to deforestation,
To corporate income tax rate.
I want a democracy where parliament argues,
Then decides on our rules.
I never want one party to stifle debate,
Treating us all like docile fools.
Everyone, from right to left,
Needs to have their opinions said.
By voicing and considering each opinion,
Our democracy gets fed.
You see, a healthy parliament can't be dominated
By a simple majority elected.
That would be a dictatorship,
And dictatorships got rejected.
In the House of Reps. the majority can introduce
New bills and new forms.
It's the democratic Senate these ideas
Get sculptured into social norms.
To live in a country where democracy is nurtured,
Nurtured and understood.
Knowing the entire populace has a voice,
A vote for the common good.
5/9/22
Let me change my toning
Skills mastered and others still honing
I am not droning
People to this day passed away from a stoning
Continually condoning
With no cease to cloning
It's become often and corroding
Occasionally exploding
All the while a struggle to break through the coding
Something worth noting
It's harmful not beneficial, yet constant doting
Still too much gloating
Evil agendas many have been secretly promoting
Originally got to the spot by boating
Then thrown overboard now saturated and soaking
The body would be floating
Due to bloating
But it was weighed down from others hoping
It'd never see the light of day, or an investigation probing
More or less
Cause and effect
Correct, I'm still pot smoking
Go ahead and ask me how my battle with alcohol is going
I start dozing
From overdosing
Little if any good that did like loafing
And postponing
As well as screens always loading
It's a joke, no I'm not joking
Still adding fuel to the fire with prodding and poking
Eventually leading to a struggle involved with choking
For one party the outcome was croaking
A process of life and death, living or decomposing
All this goading
And foreboding
Opportunity remains yet the door is closing
Either after it or just ogling
It's pathetic or engrossing
Having to do with an article of clothing
Or a sharp point dipped in a toxic coating
Meanwhile maniacal egos they're stroking
No I'm not joking
Like all the boasting
Is there such a thing as safety when danger is always approaching?
Treated like garbage it's gross to me
In the end it always benefits them mostly
Just the truth, not looking at it morosely
Homie
Pay attention closely
Instead of overlooking it all like it's bologna
Regardless of it being clear, rainy or snowing
The wind calm or harshly blowing
You're out of the loop or knowing
Impacting how waters are flowing
Endlessly on it's growing
Radioactive and glowing
Causing harm with no chance of slowing
This is what evidence has been showing
Whether or not it is the time of gloaming
To this day still roaming
It's worldwide not just in Wyoming
Like a rabid beast at the mouth foaming
Toward their desires always combing
With missiles that are homing
I
Madiba, you inspired this world like never before
An African George Washington & Lumumba
Nelson Rolihlahla Mandela of South Africa
Yet crossing borders, bashing down walls
Smiling, beaming, with good words for all
II
Then you said, many blacks were executed
In apartheid South Africa, "No more!"
That opened the gates to crime like never before
Your famed nation leads in many crimes
Against women and children, "high" corruption
This birth date, Madiba, sees your party exposed
Comrades of corruption, no socialists for the greater good
And a feeling of despondency in this great nation
28 years of domination by one party, set to lose
At least the talk on radio (SABC) on the streets
Rest Madiba, you thought the best of us Africans
And yes, we had Luthuli, Dube, Dr. Zuma before you
But you electrified the world like a Savior Desired
The bible says we must love but NOT CAST PEARLS ...
NOTE: I was a Deputy Director in the Dept. Of foreign Affairs ( state Dept equivalent) in the 1990s, and shared a building ( Union Blds with president Mandela. I resigned to return to the USA, when I saw the arrogance of newly enfranchised compatriots. I voted once only, the firs IIt & only time, for Mandela. I never joined any party, not even the then "holy ANC.")
Polling day
Calmly on trek;
Popular mandate
~~~~~~~~~
Above the noise
People cast votes;
Landslide win
~~~~~~~~~
So many rallies
Mind reading stances;
Noisy opposition
~~~~~~~~~
Incumbent party
Massive support;
New era begins
~~~~~~~~~
The people's choice:
Savvy polling;
Status quo majority
~~~~~~~~~
Helming the day
Familiar comfort;
Watershed moments
~~~~~~~~~
Sweeping away
83 from 89;
Sweet victory won
~~~~~~~~~
Consultative way
Better approach;
Empathy shows
~~~~~~~~~
Big time gains
Resounding mandate;
Business as usual
~~~~~~~~~
So here we go
Undisputed territory;
One-party majority
~~~~~~~~~
Surging ahead
New government term;
Secure city-state posture
~~~~~~~~~
Early morning
Post-election briefing;
Eager media update
~~~~~~~~~
Sense of relief
Same old, same new;
Change of guards
~~~~~~~~~
We can all rest
No strange bedfellows;
Familiar statesmen
~~~~~~~~
Leon Enriquez
12 September 2015
Singapore
Elections
One party is discussing with the Marketers, Public Relations Team about the Propaganda with the Advertisement Director
-Dr what do you think?
- Dr
- Fantastic
-It is really good Dr
-Awesome
(So I can see You are satisfied!)
-Yes Dr
(please don't call me Dr)
Ok Dr,
(-Please.)
- A good investment,
The creative team are in other room listening () talking to each other and laughing loud
A good investment- one says- I am really a Doctor and even so I don't get a single dime
-None of us get Doc
Outside There's an Healthcare Protest
"Give Us Our Money, Gives Us Our Jobs, We Do Not Work For Free"
Journalists are doing their jobs with protest signs
- Isn't good to work for pleasure!? -
202 syllables 130 words 756 Characters-sorry-
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highscool parties
freshman year
everyone around me
drinking beer
looking around for the water
to put out this fire
the want inside me
makes me tired
but i hve a life ahead of me
a good plan
dont want to waste my time
just find a god man
but then again i have four years
to do anything without
getting a bad rep
wow thats something to think about...
so skrew it, i take a sip or five
never felt so alive
and then dead..
i wake up its dark
im naked
someone on me
im shaking
hes asleep so i run for it
my memory gone
what the hell was i thinking
im gone
A LEGEND BETTER THAN HAKIMI
Back in '94 partying, Gabriel met Christina,
frolicking and they really got personal.
They married though she's 30 years younger
and were happily married for 20 years
despite the fact they weren't peers.
However, Christina eventually decided
that she wanted them divided.
But when she went to her lawyer,
she was shell-shocked at what he told her.
He told her she was already divorced
twenty years ago, the idea was enforced.
And this is because 4 months after their union,
they went to Dominican Republic for a vacation,
Gabriel divorced her there as that's the only country
where one party can file for a divorce in a hurry
with the other party oblivious despite the dowry.
Gab said he did this because he knew one day
she would divorce him without him having a say
and she will try to possess all his money,
hence he came prepared donning his wise armoury.
Vick Manuel Poetry {VMP}
Form: Narrative/Rhyme/Realism
Copyright ©? April 2023.
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Hitler was running for his life he was near the depression in the road the sound
of falling bombs was deafening He was like an animal now sure that he was
about to be destroyed and that is what happened in our lifeline but there is a
Watcher. He stepped out of the clouds like a JESUS. He touched Hitler on the
sleeve and Hitler paused. His narrow eye was scanning the Watcher. WHO what
how Hitler was monosyllabic. Eye am an alien from your Future
CharlaxAndroidOneSeven. Eye am the Watcher sent to save you. Do you want to
live in a different timeline Adolf? Yes the Fuhrer nodded. State & Party Leader
Hitler Führer was the title granted by Chancellor Hitler to himself by the Enabling
Law which gave him supreme power in the German Reichstag (Parliament), as
part of the process of Gleichschaltung, following the death of the last
Reichspräsident of the Weimar Republic, Paul von Hindenburg, on August 2,
1934. The new position, fully named Führer und Reichskanzler (Leader and
Chancellor of the (Third) Reich), unified the offices of State/Party leader
(Germany becoming a one-party state at this point) and Chancellor, formally
making Hitler Germany's Head of State as well as Head of Government
respectively; and, in practice, the Dictator of the Nazi Third Reich.
Nazi Germany cultivated the Führerprinzip (leader principle), and Hitler was
generally known as just der Führer ("the Leader"). One of the Nazis' most-
repeated political slogans was ''Ein Volk, Ein Reich, Ein Führer' - 'One People,
One Empire, One Leader'. See Part Two now see eh???
The first big party of the year
Right after the pre-season game
A bunch of juniors and seniors take off
Driving around down the highway.
Pulling up to the designated house
Where the parents aren't at home
They don't know about the party
Their "honor student" has thrown.
Music is blasting from speakers all around
As people shove away couches to dance
Furniture's broken, but nobody cares
The party's a once-in-a-lifetime chance.
Things start to heat up
As guys bring in kegs of beer
Even freshmen took a drink, thinking,
"Total freedom; there are no parents here!"
Pretty soon, every thing's trashed,
And the people leave to go home
Late at night, right after that party,
People pull out onto the road.
Pandemonium wreaks havoc
Twenty minutes after they leave
As all across the small town,
Cars begin to weave.
Cars crash like dominoes
In a simultaneous effect
Parents are in a panic
Wondering where their children have been left.
Bodies are splayed out all over the road
As metal tears and glass breaks
All of this, because of one little party
And because some students chose to drink.
Their best friends are in body bags
And their parents are engulfed in grief
And all because of that one party
And that stupid choice to drink.
Honor students now lay dead
Choir members in bags
Band players are gone forever
The other stories are just as bad.
Alcohol checks are administered
And even young ones are to blame
"It's not my fault, I was drugged!"
One sophmore dares to claim.
"It was just a little alcohol," they say,
As it rages through their system
"I didn't mean to kill anybody,
But now, I wish I were with them."
The nickname for this awful crash
And this tragic night
Truly lives up to its name:
"The Wicked has take flight."
Drinking and driving don't mix
And these students learned the hard way
It was just a little fun,
But their friends won't be back Monday.
Some say it wasn't their fault
And that everbody did it,
But really, everyone's to blame
For thinking, "Let's party with the Wicked."