Best Percent Poems
“Pretty lady”, let me love you, take you places you’ve never been
All the pain you’ve gone through, I’ll make sure it don’t happen again
I promise to always comfort you, your burdens I will bear
There’s nothing I wouldn’t do to prove to you I truly care!
As long as there’s a sky, and those stars continue to shine above
You will always see it in my eye what I feel for you is 100% love!
"Sexy Man," you are what I want plus more.
Your comfort mopped my tears right off the floor.
I love the way you caress and touch me.
Arousing the inner beauty for all to see.
My world you conquered when push came to shove.
I give you my thoughts, my emotions, my lust, and my "100% love."
One hundred percent, can you see it?
Maybe - imagine if that were a pool.
A pool of water maybe or a pool of blood?
What power dictates true endeavour?
What justifies what stakes rise?
Perhaps we stand here in front of pure evil?
Perhaps it’s pure love we see under a reddening sky.
How dangerous is it?
How sharp is the hand that slices to kill, how blunt is the fist that strikes for the freedom of you and me to survive?
One hundred percent is every fibre, every thought, every sight seen through the eyes and deep in the minds eye. All the pumping blood, heart beats, memories of love and hate draining into the sea, rotting on the ground or exploding in the vast sky. Every feeling felt, every tear, scream or cry in an instant goes by.
What of those who give one hundred percent for our lands, for our democracy. What of those out there today or tonight?
To give one hundred percent for most is too much because you can never be free. To give one hundred percent for those who you love do you separate yourself from humanity?
Imagine the pool of darkening water, imagine the lonely cloud in the deep blue sky.
Those who give one hundred percent for you and for me on foreign fields, in foreign seas or skies.............
.............die.
The One Percent
I have outgrown longevity
and poverty has taken the best of me
and now I am an indigent hack
I stopped dying my long hair black
it would wise to speed up my demise
to smoke , imbibe and pack away carbs
to swill the wines of Government need
to live my life without despair
then die for no one else will care
Theres nothing more for me to fear
but then we have Obamacare
Someone has bought your American Dream
and collectively bargained the Unions out
who created the once known Middle Class
which is now replaced with American Greed
How much money can you spend
until you reach the bitter end
for helping somene can go far
In the scheme of life of
how much is enough
avoid the third martini at the bars
limit yourself to just five cars
The French Riviera is no more nearer
Then Deerfield Beach in your area
think of all the dough you’ll save
to pay a tax for the struggling knave
or someday you’ll lose everything
and say to yourself what have I done
To join into the paupers fun(d)
This is NOT a political poem-just satirical fun
The things you do are not worthy of compliments.
I thought even someone like you would have more sense.
Sometimes I wish you would stay on the other side of the fence.
Inside your cranium, there does not appear to be much room.
That is why you have always been a boomboom.
So often, you would display a puerile scene.
Nobody else I know would break a slot machine.
Your impetuous action was something not too keen.
Inside your cranium, there does not appear to be much room.
That is why you have always been a boomboom.
Nobody likes it when you rant in a vociferous way.
Your deleterious actions seem to be here to stay.
Nothing has ever changed. It’s the same from day to day.
Inside your cranium, there does not appear to be much room.
That is why you have always been a boomboom.
Whenever it is payday, you run off to a casino.
You disregard your bills and obligations, and off you go.
In no time at all, you no longer have any dough.
Inside your cranium, there does not appear to be much room.
That is why you have always been a boomboom.
The way you act in public appears bizarre and strange.
The family and few friends you have are treated like small change.
Is there a possibility your brain we can rearrange?
Inside your cranium, there does not appear to be much room.
That is why you have always been a boomboom.
Look into the eyes of the suffering
For a moment open your soul to
The riches of you covetous love
Keep you blind from the future
And the loss of your vitality
Be wary of the truths
Unknown to those who create the illusion of comfort
For no man can understand fulfill love
At the sacrifice of another being
How sweetish it is, nothing can compare,
A rich, dense, and chocolatey creamy bite.
Taking a bite, like hugging a soft bear;
Though lack sugar it does it’s a delight.
Delicate texture one perhaps perceives,
A gentle yet stunning effigy seen.
Picturing figures you can’t misbelieve
This chocolate gives one a fuzzy dream
The magical mystery finally learned
From tasting the sweet sweet nectar of god
Take a small nibble; for you will now yearn
For the pure sensation of this facade
Words Are compelling, so don’t be a fool
This pure chocolate tastes much worse than droolc
To get the life that is heaven sent, you have to give God 100 percent. Ninety nine
and a half won't due. God is a jealous God. He wants all of you. Another tip in living
the life that's true! 1-12-11
When I'm dead and
gone I would leave 100
percent.
When I could no longer
use my back and
bones I would leave
100
percent.
When I'm hurt and in
pain I would leave a
100 percent.
When my heart is no
longer the same i
would leave a 100
percent.
When all my prime
time on earth is gone
and spent. I would
leave a hundred
percent.
Someone said to me 1% rule the world,
I refused to believe and insults they hurled.
Why get personal because I reject the ideal?
If you believe it use this time to talk facts,
insults suggest you have nothing valid that'll impact.
You have no stats or statistics,
no facts that are realistic.
They tell me I'm not suppose to understand Lucifer or Illuminati,
but in general they tend to understand a lot less than me,
they are inferior intellectually,
so I let them have this victory,
allowed out of sympathy,
which is nice really
they think they see what I can't see.
Why do I reject the 1% rule theory?
It's simple, I'm not ignorant mathematically.
You see,
the 1% that you believe,
is not a small minority,
1 is small and that deceives.
However I can't comprehend how an organization of 70 million
can operate productively without a difference of opinion.
How can all benefit,
at meetings where do all sit,
how are they trusted to keep it secret
and how do they induct into it.
Worldwide 1% is the amount to have a high level of education.
1% would be the worlds 20th most populated nation,
bigger than Great Britain or France
stats like this cause me to reject your stance.
What circumstances would cause 70 million
to agree and reach an outcome?
33 Million was split into 17 and 16 million
in the Brexit referendum,
how do 70 million agree often?
Brexit was one question with two answers.
I'm sorry but I don't agree with the theory you opt for,
it is just not possible.
1% don't rule,
they are highly educated with an element of control,
but that is just evolution after all,
like the pack behind the alpha male.
So if you blindly believe these theories
can I suggest you find some hobbies.
It's the natural evolutionary order,
Our highly educated amounts to 1 percentage,
they've limits, that's why the elite fall through the ages.
70 Million is 1% and that number is not small,
so to conclude the whole theory is bull....
This country's wealth is owed to loans
A debit the public now owns
We're told there’s no cost
But old lifestyles are lost
Over war and pork barrel bones
The public’s frail pockets they pick
Politicians and banksters trick
And prime the nation
With graft and inflation
Thus making the middle class sick
The Jesus I grew up with was all about love.
Was all about being human.
Was all about contributing what he had.
Was all about encouraging others to contribute what they had
and everyone was so into figuring out how to contribute
they didn't worry about getting stiffed.
And everyone got what they needed
All were fulfilled.
In my mind
Jesus is occupying Wall Street
and hundreds of thousands of places
where humans dwell miserably
but not without hope.
Form:
Oh So you think your honest?
Wait till you hear me drunk.
My mind bows to the ethers;
bends upon astral scapes.
There lay the challenge, yet unmet,
and I stand not alone.
The interplay of souls on the astral,
is the training ground, of the spiritual warrior.
Translated into the mortal realm, it loses something.
Mortals must learn to use mind, body and spirit,
to modify their world.
Utopia only comes, when things are done right;
with the whole effort instead of a tiny part.
I keep your time, so brief, all to myself;
It liquefied and forged in sheets of green,
And stamped with faces on historic shelf –
The marbled Fathers' perch; they claim you’re free.
Those vultures from on high look down like gods,
Upon the carcassed wastelands they have wrought.
Perhaps bemused, but more amused, by rods
of Iron that the One Percent hath bought.
The prophet John foretold in dreams our right,
We kings of sickly visage understood;
But idle lives so spent will drain ‘till Blight
Unless our fangs may sup the Worker’s blood.
I want a thing no more, to shed this curse,
But on this neck my kin to dine? Far worse.
Driving hard, loving hard, functioning
Vicious circle,never ending,grimacing
Thin ice, danger lurking, worry
One more debt,one too many,interest mounting
Work, work incessantly,always worry
Can't stop the pain,always sorry
Too many hurts to face tomorrow
Dawning day just brings sorrow
Breaking through sliding under clawing now
Kicking hard churning steady just don't drown
Face against the ice, one half inch of air
Then down again into deep despair
Swimming desperately, breaking through
Breath of air, lungs burning anew
Current is strong, can't stay there
Warmth. Peace. Mama. Lifeless Stare.
Gwc. 2008
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