Best Parroting Poems
The kids run about on the streets
while parroting their "Trick or Treats."
It's the children's true bliss
and the reason is this:
It's the day to fill up on free sweets!
For john Freeman's "Halloween Limerick Contest"
Languishing in a limbo of roles
perpetually gleaning
reading ripe tombs and myths
a child, a child dreaming
parroting fancies in pretty pink
braiding wisps on a razor straps edge
the perfect daughter to become
when all that was wanted was a son…
life passed by for the adult child
caring for mother, sister, brother
never really finding a meaning of she
mothering mother
friend and companion to father
oh where was she?
excel… a touch tones sympathetic plight
graft the colors, the paint the light, the mold
the seemingly endless mission…life
languishing in a limbo of roles
captured waif, soldered wife
pie baker, clothes maker, gardener
twist the seam of an unknown dream
thirty years on hold
half a lifetime, square peg in a round hole
then she came, who was she you ask
why me, myself and I
bloom on a rose I saved me
stepped off the cross
and became.....me
Contest The Right Time
Poet: D. Guzzi
Isn't it ironic
How the ones that yell the loudest
Are usually the ones that have the least to say?
And isn't it moronic how the ones that we should listen to
Are buried by the avalanche of useless noice we surround ourselves with each day?
And I wonder if anyone really still has anything of value left to say.
Or have we passed the point of no return,
And our pride won't let us admit that it's too late?
"I think humanity is such a beautiful thing
With the exception of the humans"
I trusted someone once.....
And the faces changed
The voices came and went,
But the song remains the same
Adorned within the rhetoric of what we want to hear.
Goose stepping perfect tempo
With the tickling of the ears.
Parroting the hypnotist
That controls us by our fears?
"I think religion is such a beautiful thing.
With the exception of the religious"
1933? Or 2016?
Find someone to blame.
Build up a head of steam.
Either Fox or CNN.
Suit up and pick your team.
But no thinking for yourself.
While they renovate your brain.
"I think voting is such a beautiful thing
With the exception of the ones we vote for"
Can our house divided
Ever stand again?
Or are our souls numbed by party platforms?
Will the puppet masters win?
Is my desire to be found right,
Stronger than my love for fellow man?
Our children heard a president
Say fire the sons of b--ch
Black hates white/white hates black
Our nation falling in the ditch
The world that we are leaving them
No longer making sense
"I thought the American dream was such a beautiful thing
With the exception of the nightmare it's turned into"
Social media is such a powerful tool.
Or is it I that am the tool?
Perhaps a prideful fool.
Anybody here, seen our old friend John?
Can you tell me where he's gone?
I suppose the more things change,
The more things stay the same.
A boy in a
blue shirt
tucked in partly, partly out of
his Chicago Bulls
basketball shorts,
eyes half open,
snot seeping down to his
agape mouth
wet with drool
slowly flowing
to his chin
drifts over to greet our group.
He one by one
first hugs everyone then
grasps hands of one then
grasps another’s then
begins dazedly
walking trying
pulling them away
to somewhere
unknown and Men and women working
they smile
either blithely or in
embarrassed
discomfort here pass through
unsure
and bemused;
the workers
here must with rags and buckets
guide him with crutches
like this and so is
he parroting
mechanically this routine?
– no.
I do not want this to be true.
–
He is aware
of himself, there is
something there
in his faces wet with sweat
foggy
glass expression
between clumsy affection
a desire to
love us to
pull us along
with him,
and the inability to express it,
to understand it. faces tired
(Who am I to claim that I do?)
I want
to believe
in this,
in his
consciousness,
that
his face
is stuck,
is paralyzed
like one under lethal injection
like one
experiencing pain but
unable to
show it,
I want this to be true,
not for this to
be a routine
patterned task
simply occurring
because
it’s occurred
before.
Rainbow colored camouflage, some may think, what a ridiculous idea, what a ridiculous idea, for rainbows are rare and high in the air, so what benefit would it have? Unless you were trying, to reckon a rainbow parade but that may come, to haunt you in the end. Yet, there is a bird, which is quite beautiful and has indeed adapted, wearing the colors of the rainbow and well suited to live in the tropics. It can hide among exotic fruits and blend in among the flowers of paradise. The Rainbow Lorikeet sounding, like some strange creature, from Doctor Seuss but that is it’s name and the male and female look the same.Truly a pretty Polly parroting, the colors of the rainbow. Oddly, they make rainbow camouflage work.
I, Icon
Stand to pledge;
As representative of the common man,
As one of the common man,
To promote the image of beauty
Through appreciation of self,
Idolisation of the uniqueness of man,
In ALL his forms.
I stand firm,
with my brothers and sisters,
With YOU,
Against the madness that threatens to tear us down.
I stand with you,
In understanding,
Brotherhood,
Against the darkness that roars silently against the doors of the heart,
That threatens to overwhelm.
I stand with the people,
Against uniformity,
Against mindless parroting,
Against the norm,
So that we all might bloom,
despite the DARK that lurks ready to devour ready to destroy,
Because together we will be strong.
Rain falling, pounding on the roof
Trapping me indoors
Blotting out the sun
Parroting my mood perfectly
I play music but no song is loud enough
To distract from the thoughts in my head,
I can still hear my inner voice
Speaking the truths I try to hide from
The music can’t end the torment I’m putting myself through
Sometimes the lyrics only highlight memories I try not to revisit
What used to be a sojourn from my life, an escape, is fueling my pain
he-art
she-art
who is an liar
push me to the side
watch me deny her
copy-cats parroting
my brutality
segregated
merit
ing
but me
an
purse
he-art me
in your purse
as your pink button gets sewn into
an
nurse
you are painted so pretty he said to me
staring at my breasts and panting
he made it hard to breathe
all his love he was
revamping
he looks
he looks
he looked again
my lips glossed
as he reads
my hips
are
tossed
for he
worded me
nakedly
this he did
an
does
with one fingertip
he makes me slip
breaking my heart
when
he
recites
he-art
?
...
..
.
Pessimism, I loathe your gloomy effect
Parroting vanity’s vexation in my mind that I’m unprofitable…
God I thank; by His strength* is great achievement as I do my utmost.
Negativism, I vanquish your vehement accusations
Taunting me of my failures, falls, and frustrations…
I praise the Lord for His compassion, pressing me on with optimism!
Skepticism, I conquer your attacking doubts
Robbing me of my sanity’s tranquility; torturing me mentally…
The omniscient Sovereign I trust as I settle myself serenely in His truth!
Criticism, I subdue your undermining, deceitful, hypocritical comments
Treating me as a loser in my service-commitment…
Propped by the Almighty’s power, I can be the best for His glory!
Evil thoughts, I pluck all your poisonous roots from my soul’s ground…
Thru the Scriptures’ exhortations, I can bloom and prosper
Triumphantly living for my Master, reaching others by His love!
*Philippians 4:13 I can do all things through Christ which strengtheneth me.
January 21, 2019
1st place, "ULTIMATE JANUARY 2019..." Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand; judged on 1/30/2019.
IF ever I had a country : XXXI - XXXII
XXXI
IF ever I had a country
And if ever by fluke I was asked to audit the National Budget
I'd first set out to monitor the Elus' va et vient to the water-closet
And clock the nation's time they waste in parroting speeches in their jet
Then I'd add-up all the country's time they tweet away the interviews they repeat
The tuxedos they jump into to putt golf-balls down the Republic's smooth green parapet
That is, if ever by fluke I were asked to audit the National Budget
And even if I never ever had no country on which to place a bet
XXXII
IF ever I had a country
And if ever I were asked to write the Constitution by the Founding Fathers
I'd have a Hall built in the Heart of the Nation for a Book with virgin pages
And thereupon let inscribe every wish of every citizen justly not put in fetters
And let no Magna Carta or genial Jefferson nor Freemason Human Rights Charter carve article upon commandment article for hoi polloi brothers
And which thus pave the way for NRAs to lock House Senate and Chief Exec in private profit-based manœuvres
That is, if ever I were asked to frame the Constitution by the Founding Fathers
And even if I never ever had no country
© T. Wignesan - Paris, July 14, 2018
I am sorry I can no longer respect your hue
Since you have succumbed to Q-Anon
Parroting most stupid conspiracy theories
Since the Trump train you jumped on
And adopted a jaundiced view of our history
Believing The Donald's outrageous lies
Crediting to him outlandish deeds
And planting false social media seeds.
I wonder what is happening in your brain
Has it become hardened against the truth
Are you with insurrectionists who rioted
Since jumping on the crazy Trump train?
I wish there was no red line between us
For I remember those wonderful days
When we used to laugh over a few drinks
Alas, no more since you changed your views.
Perhaps, in coming days it will be different
And we can become friends once more
Our country, our culture, our society
Will be a better place, that's for sure,
In the meantime I'll remember you kindly
And wish for you the very best
But I cannot respect the road you've taken
That has gotten us into this god-awful mess.
written September 6, 2021
Warriors Never Sleep
by Odin Roark
How subtle his pen
Barely moving from
Left to right
Opinion to fact
What if to perhaps
Words these were
How relaxed my hypnotic state
Fingers inner-laced atop my irregular breathing state
Sounds emitting from reluctant lips
Fearful to ride the expunged air
To reach his ears
Might they be heard as betrayal?
Jesus how I’d learned the Id’s instinctual power
The super-ego’s warrior-quest of protection
And the Ego
That mediating *******’s reality check
Were I but parroting conscious experience
Or was the roll out of sounds
A regurgitation of my subterranean privacy
My lair’s howl
The warrior-protected part of my mind
The only part left
It seemed
At least that was the shrink’s opinion
Oh how he tried
Oh how the pen did perform its dervish moves
It’s tapping cadence
It’s lip massage while waiting
All the while
That look of understanding
I hated that
Father
Grandfather
Mythical sage
All in one
The bastard
But hey
Choices were few
I’d murdered three people
So I’d said
The state wanted to find out
Was it true?
Ask Mr. Id
I’d told them
And asking they were doing
The 10-9-8-7
Finger snap
The endless drill of endless sessions
Eyes open
His pen raised
Clock showing straight up
Session over
For now
Taking the hand of my warrior
He winked
We shuffled out
Picasso said
Art is a paradox
It is a lie
That makes us realize the truth
I think
It can further be said
That art
Is the form of life
And also
The sound and color of life
Pretend Marriage
As kids we'd chalk a house plan on the street
and pretend to be grown up families, parroting
what we saw in our parents raising us, their kids.
We smoked cigarettes and had happy hour at night.
We entertained our friends and drank and fretted.
The women gossiped and we husbands talked work.
We all grew bored and decided to never grow up.
Rain erased the chalk but we'd glimpsed our futures.
By George P. Lumayag
https://georgelumayag.weebly.com/
Users learn English grammar when ICT is used.
Microsoft Word can check the misspelled words,
It even reminds the users' choppy words,
Google Doc can detect the wrong structure of words,
And Grammarly.com can recommend suitable words.
Writer's original composition can be justified when Turnitin is used.
They can not publish their journals if such papers violate the rule.
The online creation tools offer young minds become prolific writers,
SketchBook provides creative students to become digital editorial cartoonists,
Photoshop enhances student-users to become digital pic lovers,
And Weebly.com offers them to become online digital layout artists.
Learners can improve their speech when Youtube.com is accessed.
Learners can enunciate English accent through parroting the Youtube channel,
They can learn tenses of verbs on Youtube Language tutorials,
Therefore, they can learn English on Youtube.com
Artificial Intelligence can be the English teacher,
So, ICT is very much related to English teaching.