Best Preference Poems
My Mother was a woman, my Father was a man
it didn't take a court to rule, for it was in Gods plan
Nothing's ever perfect, mistakes are sometimes made
that doesn't mean you change the world, try pulling down the shade
Not easy to identify, don't know it right from birth
no need to measure anything, we do still share the earth
Now we don't breed in public, nor advertise our wares
we don't push it "in your face", we know that someone cares
To us it's not important, if you don't like our ways
we're not going to block the steet, or protest many days
So what if you, don't like or follow, what's written in "the book"
we don't try to shout you down, cause you're not on the "hook"
We won't shut your bakery down, or close your fast food chain
just think you ought to "bake" your own, or "deep fry" what is plain
It doesn't matter what you are, your preference or your grace
there's lots of room for all of us, we are the Human race.....
Think about it, something they overlooked?
It works both ways, It's bound to Happen
You say, "just treat you equally" but you want separate laws
like "locker/bathroom privileges", to which there are some flaws
The ninety plus percentage, still say majority rules
Supreme Court alters common sense, which means they are the fools
Maybe not far down the road, I heard that some have feared
explaining to your children, they're genetically engineered
Tell them anything you want, the truth might be a plus
for somewhere deep inside of them, they may be one of us
You take your children shopping you are at some crowded store
one walks in the bathroom, while you stand out side the door
No sooner has she gone inside a man walks quickly in
you hear your daughter screaming and you can not let him win
No matter what he calls himself, your head begins to swirl
you can't excuse him being there, he's not another girl
Thank god for CCWs, you are lucky you're not late
this mal-content (oops, poor lost soul), has maybe met his fate.....
Pete Yuhas
Ethics
Taught accurately to account
for each reward an exact amount
a Kantian conscience reprehends
a stray Romantic dividend.
Publicly our just deserts
are measured by our type of work.
For what surgeons are forgiven
clerks and watchmen go to prison.
Few are ushered through the streets
in black sedans by the police
to carpeted chambers where the great
decide the future of the State.
Love, Genius, Power are for the elect.
Underpaid and oversexed
most lives are lived where intersect
the ragged lines of job and sex.
So if future preference won't assuage
your trussed Byronic middle-age,
think of all the lions who
are languishing in Christian zoos.
Where do I belong
With the apple or the orange
Single, divided.
The yellow moonlight had gone out.
The moon beats quietly.
The stars have fallen on you.
arrived during the day.
The wind mumbled scattering the stars' dew.
Dust
The sky above is gleaming.
Desire is sent out, and love is infused with kindness.
The moon can make the night exciting, once more to you.
How cleverly the night is transformed into play.
Will you and I meet again?
Have you ever really, or is it just you?
The star sent out a message before falling
The beach is calling.
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Please don’t rock the boat as you have before.
It is an awfully long swim to shore.
Our boat has gone out with the last tide.
I would like to get safely to the other side.
The wind has caught our sails as we are moving along.
If we stay afloat, then we can do no wrong.
I will not rest until our vessel reaches the sand.
There is something I won’t deny: I prefer dry land.
Like an eagle that preys
Upon a catfish pond
I have an intelligence
Not to hunt in the wilderness
I'd rather exploit the simple
Minded domestication
of people's ignorance.
So materialistic
I can sell you diamonds
When you know children
have died for it.
Sell you shoes
When all it is, is plastic.
Use your plastic
When you've been taught
to pay cash for it
Capitalistic America
will always be the eagle
and you the fish
plucked from a catfish farm
cause you refuse to
acknowledge your own
ignorance.
PREFERENCE
the succulence
on display
arrestingly
different
a
timeless
exactitude
alongside
luscious
beauties
concoctions
of symbolist n
abstractions
simplified lines
emptily idealised
yet
authentically
expressed
& depicted
if
somewhat
in absurdity
of
an exploration
of the sensual
in
the of
conscientious
to make
a startling
masterpiece
illustrating
&
portraying
a naive
fantasy
While we were young we believed
Every falsehood
Accepted every idea
Hissed for joy at the sounds
Of the very words we learnt from our friends.
We took to pubs, followed theirs footfalls
To the beach, sat at lurid ease in front of them
Sometimes we went to the complete extent
Of drinking water with the backs of our bare hands
As we got near the ponds
Yet when we reached the edge of our primes
They never let go of their gross ignorance
Never forsook their horrible delusion
They feigned to us, yes, they deceived us
And told us they knew of the truth
They had not heard a title though
Neither did they relay to us emphasis of the principles
Of time and change
Soon we realised it was just easy
To wrong a man: but if one did
Without finding out how he could
Put the matter right
While you feel you’ve been honoured
To lend him some support
He’d decide to set focus on the Almighty
Reject your offer politely
He’ll tell you
“God in heaven, I’d never die through that difficulty
Devil is only a liar”.
Up from the morning’s creeping mist
the newborn day appeared
and in the briskness of the dawn
the killer hawk we feared
The pumpkin wet with sunrise dew
Reflected the light’s raze
Shinning, round and brimming new
A jewel among the haze
The autumn morn moved slowly on
Until the noon was bold
And warmth was here to dote upon
with night's approaching cold
The city lights behind the hills
beckoned the bold and brave
seeking thrills and new frontiers
escaping the nearing grave
Oh, quiet farm soft hid beyond
your peaceful autumn yearns
to teach the dreams of youthful fawn
and nature’s ways to learn.
12/30/2022
Take Me There' Contest
Sponsored by: Margarita Lillico
How would you like to be named 'Scratchy?'
~ Well, I'd prefer it to 'Latch-key'
Value is personal all cultures through.
Check out the visitors seen in your zoo.
Younger kids love to pet the mama ewe
while teens want to watch baby snake’s debut.
I fancy museums, what about you?
Rate old Muslim mosques found in Timbuktu
with the bear claw necklaces of the Sioux.
Pondering preferences hitherto
contentious prejudice we can subdue.
November 2, 2022
Sponsor Hilo Poet
Contest Name MonoMixoRhyme
9 lines, 10 syllable each, 59 words
checked with HMS and RZ
Hedge
Nature won't be tamed
His hedge grows tall, needs cutting
My view is softened
5-7-5 syllables checked with howmanysyllables.com
25 June 2022
Fred prefers a mouse
connected by a wire
to his keyboard.
Walt prefers a mouse
that’s portable, able
to roam over the desk
in Walt’s big hand.
For Walt the danger is
the mouse may slip
and fall off the desk,
hit the floor and break.
That's happened twice.
Fred prefers a wife, one
he’s had for 30 years.
Walt prefers a fiancé,
a new one every year.
Donal Mahoney
Buddhist view on aversion and desire,
cognises oscillations between them,
thereby sidestepping consequence dire,
nipping thorns and flowers, before they stem,
equal in dark and star of Bethlehem.
Cessation by negation, age old ways,
far cry from the tantric, who to joy sways,
dancing at all times in celebration,
imbibing within bliss, that always stays,
given to play, in vibrant elation.
One view accepts that what is, simply is,
thus centered in the void, without movement,
choice of non-action, exiting thought quiz,
heart equipoised in quiet contentment,
whilst the other infuses joy intent,
each breath inflow taken as divine grace,
burning yearning to see God face to face,
all acts performed, in aspect surrender,
seeking out the truth, at a burning pace,
whilst beholding Gods manifest wonder.
28-August-2021
Your Favorite August 2021 Poem contest
Sponsor: Constance La France