Best Par For The Course Poems
THE DUMB BLONDE
Our dumb blonde leader is a total buffoon
Living in cloud cuckoo land in his cocoon
His party's starved our N. H. S.
Now the country is in a mess
Thinks the flu virus will be over real soon...
OUR CRACKPOT GOVERNMENT
They wanted to create herd immunity
Run covid - 19 through our community
Now that's a war crime
They should all do time
Par for the course, they'd all get impunity...
(ON A LIGHTER Note)
TIMMMY MCGEE
There was an old man called Timmy McGee
Every day he'd drink a gallon of tea
One night forgot to do
His business on the loo
He woke up floating next morning in pee...
HAPPY BUCK
There was an old man known as Happy Buck
Loved loud music but he ran out of luck
Had earphones in each ear
Poor old Buck didn't hear
Approaching sound of a thirty ton truck...
JED THE KEEPER
At the zoo a big cat keeper called Jed
Instead of meat tried to give them stale bread
They roared in defiance
Poor Jed lost his balance
One saw his chance and bit off his head...
BILLY GILL
The dumb outlaws led by Billy Joe Gill
Bank and train robbery they had no skill
They tried to leave town
But they were tracked down
Now they all lie in a plot on Boot Hill...
Written 2nd April 2020.
Some airlines allow a small pet
To stop folk from getting upset
But a ‘comfort horse’
Isn’t par for the course
I’d challenge this airline’s mindset!
I’m allergic to animal fur
Of kitties who meow and purr
It would drive me insane
If pets were on my plane
I wonder do others concur!
2/19/20
https://news.sky.com/story/miniature-horse-called-fred-travels-first-class-on-american-airlines-flight-11937051
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There are two of us in the house now.
Not four or six or eight.
We have more than we need.
We have an abundance of…
How many jackets can we wear?
How many shoes for our feet?
How many blankets do we store and more?
Why do we have so much of this?
How did we get all of that?
Grab a box, bring a bag,
Come let us hurry.
There are others in need.
This will be easy.
Count the people,
par for the course,
that is the action,
that we must take.
Stuff is just stuff until it is useful.
It takes up space, and keeps you down.
Let go!
Others will say thank you,
and be on about their way.
But there lives will be better for,
all that you have given…
to the core,
in his Holy name.
Amen.
There is a golfer from Lima, Peru
On each of his balls, a llama tattooed
Up and down his scores jump
Like a llama's big hump
As soon as his fans cheer, they have to boo
The Tricky Chirp
The nester bird comes to live,
in a nest, they did not make.
Yet... the bird,
feels right at home
and not alone at all.
The new mom seems surprised,
she can not hide it from
her eyes,
but she continues on
like any mother would.
The brand new baby is larger than the rest.
Taking all the best, and putting the whole nest to the test.
The sad secret of this new life,
this mock, "not my son" from afar...
The more you give, the more they take.
It is a bad-tasting cake.
The dark star is par for the course... and now the jar is empty.
There is no more left for those that belong,
and that is all wrong.
Eating the food, drinking the wine,
and telling the time...
to whom ever walks by
they said hi,
and not high,
or how high?
The mother bird continues,
wondering where father
has gone?
Let's meditate & get high tell these physical bodies goodbye explore the universe time and space become closer than we have ever come face-to-face
Feel my emotions and my energy force we've never been this deep its par for the course let's understand each other's fears and spiritual minds trust and believe there's climaxes of all kinds
Let go and release meet me in the 5th dimension that's when our bodies don't matter because our spirits are in suspension I see your goals and aspirations too I truly get it now my twin flame and I are now one not two
Jinxy we riding the same wave 96Hz with her knowledge she a flirt 528 day by day we keep our Bluetooth connected that way
Once them spirits touch it's a whole different ball game and that's when your ex go from ol boy to what's his name
Cold Hearted, ice-crusted, frozen, dead inside,
I thought I was immune
but your stinging words cut my heart, I should take it in stride
Mean spirited, spiteful, ruthless, arrogant, obtuse
expected, accepted I should be use to this abuse
par for the course over a lifetime of sorrow
happy memories I cling to, clichés I borrow
repugnant and reconciled to callous, oversight
my bleeding tongue to stay the ire, I bite.
unspoken, unbidden pain, anger freshly awash
mourning for a childhood lost.
Blinded, enraged, still I hope
finding sardonic wit, sarcasm, my avenue to cope.
you abandon me at every turn
secretly for your approval and affection I yearn.
I want to be something you treasure
cherished, loved, a joy beyond measure.
But again I'm met with cold-hearted narcissistic indifference at heart
painstakingly I lock away the storm that threatens to rip me apart
and quiet the thunder in my head
biding my time, pretending all is well, when all I see is intense red
You never gave me what I most needed
I had to bow to your wishes, my own unheeded.
You play the savior when it's to your avail
when stories of your mercies you can regale
Pompous, egocentric, grinches of grinches above all
I still hope your beloved, me you will call.
Now there's a new one that hangs on your every word as law
She watches you with love and adoration, her radiant face filled with awe.
When she was born, I had the fleeting thought
you might be to her, what to me you were not.
Your love and approval she tenaciously sought.
With every callous blow you harden her heart like you've done for so long
Always right, you can never be wrong.
Cold hearted narcissist I am done with pleas for love and affection
I'm done vying for your love and receiving rejection.
Now, the lesson you've imparted has been learned, scorned for many years
resignation has set, I've dried all my tears.
It should be easy to walk away from numbing pain
To settle my heart and ease my brain
I no longer mourn for what will never be
I no longer care if you love me.
Putting words to paper, made it all real
Anger and sadness remove, indifference reveal
Monday morning coffee break
Everyone seems ill at ease
To be back working from eight to five
It almost seems the order of the day
For people to sit down and dissect human nature
Just to keep themselves alive
'Did you see what she was wearing'
'Did you hear what she said'
Its all par for the course I'm afraid
I sit amongst lives
Happy to critise others
Rather than face the mistakes they might of made
The business of bitchiness
Has me reaching for my quiet room
Begging for a sun that wakes
To bring me solace and freedom
From whisperers and secrets
On Tea cakes and Coffee breaks
Don't think everyone eats
Because you eat
Or drinks clean water
Because you still can.
Don't think everyone has a bed
On which to lay their head
Don't think there's a stove
Like yours in every household
Houses hold stuff.
Some people walk
With all their stuff -in bags.
Gotta sleep with
One eye open
Glad to have eyes.
And there are more and
more out
There with nowhere to be.
Cannot stand nor sit.
Glad to have a cell
Jail is their
Hotel. If lucky.
Don't think that- that bath
You took is "par for the course"
Think outside of your door.
Look outside of your window.
Laaaa deee da laaa dee da.
America isn’t happening no more
Now you lay it down to sleep,
Praying for your soul to be kept
The shorted verse is, “Jesus wept"
People sleeping
On the ground and floors...
Even the shelters are closed.
How long can you hold on?
Facing the elements and the sun.
Living on the edge of hope.
Kill you for a bar of soap.
No medical nor food and now neglected.
No control over your own circumstances
Children no longer protected.
Living off others and depending on chance.
No one to give
You that human touch
Dog eat dog.
"look at her"-
"She over der eating"'
Some have nothing
Some have much.
So much that;
They are not in touch
with the new reality.
"America ain't happening no more".
Singing la la la la..
Attacks on the ones
who have too much-
Jealousy rises if you eat a lunch.
So just keep walking through
Singing- la dee d da la dee da.
Hey you in la la land.
Watta yall going to do?
Copyright © Vicki Acquah | Year Posted 2013
My sister Lucile sold her acoustic guitar
To buy a hot motor scooter with a sidecar
Her bad luck, they soon separated
On which she hadn’t calculated
But I said, “For her that’s definitely a par!”
Written July 15, 2022
La la land
Don't think everyone eats
Because you eat
Or drinks clean water
Because you still can.
Don't think everyone has a bed
On which to lay their head
Don't think there's a stove
Like yours in every household
Houses hold stuff.
Some people walk
With all their stuff -in bags.
Gotta sleep with
One eye open
Glad to have eyes.
And there are more and
more out
There with nowhere to be.
Cannot stand nor sit.
Glad to have a cell
Jail is there
Hotel. If lucky.
Don't think that- that bath
You took is "par for the course"
Think outside of your door.
Look outside of your window.
Laaaa deee da laaa dee da.
America isn’t happening no more
Now you lay it down to sleep,
Praying for your soul to be kept
The shorted verse is, “Jesus wept"
People sleeping
On the ground and floors...
Even the shelters are closed.
How long can you hold on?
Facing the elements and the sun.
Living in the edge of hope.
Kill you for a bar of soap.
No medical nor food and now neglected.
No control over your own circumstances
Children no longer protected.
Living off others and depending on chance.
No one to give
You that human touch
Dog eat dog.
"look at her-
She over der eating"
Some have nothing
Some have much.
So much that
They are not in touch
With the new reality.
"America ain't happening no more".
Singing la la la la..
Attacks on the ones
who have too much-
Jealousy rises if you eat a lunch.
So just keep walking through
Singing- la dee d da la dee da.
Hey you in la la land.
Watta yall going to do?
Copyright © Vicki Acquah | Year Posted 2013
Stop drop
gun shot pop
whoops to late
hollow point penatrate
your cranium N===='s.be blastin um
like the wild wild west
N===='s.ya don't wanta test
roll up on ya quick as S=== wit
Glocks cocked 1 in the chamber
14 more in the clip
Go ahead N==== start talkin S===
get your dumb A== pistil whipped
Say what N==== make me squeeze my trigga
Take your narrow A== and teach ya how ta dance
wit 2 in the head N==== never had a chance
Don't act like you got somethin that I won't take
Get in my way fool end up at your own D=== wake
I learned to solve my problems wit my fist
Traded that S=== in for a Smith and Wesson
now pay attention cause here come the lesson
A real menace to society
a product of hypocrisy
my mind is twisted
there's no remorse
I'll stomp the S=== out ya N====
leave ya face down in the gutta
M===== F===== that's par for the course
so when I roll up on ya.N====....
give up the cash
and don't start talking S===
cause your punk A== will get hit
in a quick minute N==== so come on wit it
West 55 Philly
N===='s be ILLY
make ya sleep wit a lily
' RIP' above your name like I told ya
from my hollow point that holed ya
I be the trip that'll trip ya
like the LSD someone slipped ya
I be like the grim reaper
I'll send ya 6 feet deeper
ta see the crypt keeper
rated R for violence
Fear, and violence as a result, but no truth behind the reasons, or thought for the solution
It's a lonely, truthful journey
finding your voice, with which to sing,
even worse, then there's the journey for your song;
but, we all sing from our essence
to share the truths each heart may bring,
so sing out loud, sing out clear, and sing out strong.
After a while, you may meet someone
who may fancy the same "life tune",
but, their performance of the song does not ring, true:
I can't emphasize enough, my friend
that we all live the songs we choose,
and that the melodies, and lyrics always falls on you.
That's why I sing the Blues these days,
and feel as lonely as the moon,
there's a certain honesty in reminding folks of pain;
and how next time it might be avoided
by adding "blue-notes" to the tune,
to draw attention, so it can't happen to us again.
Now, the other side of those "blue-notes
is a more joyful, hopeful tune,
to remind us that our hearts aren't always wrong;
it's merely "par for the course",
to sing of both sweet love, and pain...
..but, that's the blues.....and that's the, Journey of Your Song.
Back in nineteen hundred and three
I working with a logging crew,
cutting and limbing mighty trees,
be they hemlock, pine, or spruce.
We worked for the Nowell Paper firm,
in the shades of the Adirondacks,
spent all winter in Camp Seven,
sending full sleds down icy tracks.
One morning in late December
we got up before the dawn,
that was just par for the course,
our work days were rather long.
We made it to the cook-house,
where waited the salt pork,
with flapjacks and potatoes fried,
we ate until enrgorged.
Then with a nod to the bull cook,
to let him know he’d done good,
we grabbed our axes, our crosscut saws,
and headed out into the woods.
By noon we worked a stump garden
we’d cleared back in the fall,
when we’d cut down the spruces
though a few still stood tall.
Those ones are the seed trees,
to make sure it grows again,
but the ones we felled we had cut
into fourteen-foot lengths.
Now in that deep chill of winter
we worked with our pike-poles,
hauling the logs to big sleds
drawn by horses, rather cold.
We stacked them for the ice road,
in air that made all shiver,
the teamster waited to haul it
all the way down to the river.
Now lumberjacks always work in pairs,
and my partner was Guy Montreaux,
a Quebecois better with an axe
than any farmer with a hoe.
He was quite an entertaining man,
lifted spirits in our shanties,
and knew the words to every bawdy song
ever sang in the north country.
On that grim day he huffed loudly,
having been put through his paces,
as he loaded up the last big log
a horse jolted back in its traces.
The equine kicked, the pile shook,
the teamster cried,’Get clear!”
Me and the boys all dove away,
filled with a familiar fear...
CONCLUDES IN PART II.
18 hole weekend golf
domesticity avoided
greatness eludes them