Best Replacement Poems
REPLACEMENT
I champion a different philosophy of life
On a scale line of dramatic and emotional
Thought
Ranging from hate to love –
Weight dishes filled balanced evenly –
Replacement overpowers the right extreme
The love dish clatters noisily on the table
Hate is left hanging high and dry
Replaced by love
Whose presence is monumentally ponderous
The ideology remarkably simple –
Any thought residing in the suspended hate dish
Is blessedly replaced by love.
Dave Austin
A pampered son of privilege, of infantile entitlement,
he rode the escalator down, grandstanding his campaign.
He tongue-lashed his contenders, making them grovel
into silent shame, silent, scandalous, craven disgrace,
when Piper had his way.
He spattered spiteful splatter on his screeching penny whistle,
crude culture war caustics, the coded corrosive cacophony
of othering, of terrorizing, the Great Replacement closet
skeletons in every white supremacist’s delusion,
when Piper had his way.
The raging torches burned holes in the night sky,
from all the fuming, festering fractures they came.
He reeled in vermin, gnawers, ticks, fleas, and maggots.
From fetid, rotted flesh, the dead and dying democracy,
when Piper had his way.
The noxious stench permeated every moral fiber,
Every conviction was consumed by avarice.
Every flaunted corruption overpowered common decency.
Every dull-witted stunt became a predictable mockery,
when Piper had his way.
And thus, he led all the children of Hamelin astray
with his deceptive, discordant whistle squeaks.
He sealed them in his criminal conspiracy cave.
They never questioned his chicanery,
when Piper had his way.
And so, when Piper finally faded away
the defilement dragged on and on.
The diseased, depraved devaluation persisted.
The sordid, squalid, sickly stain remained,
since Piper had his say.
there was a teacher from crete
whose foot size was quite petite
well students did plot
and to school they brought
some shoes for oversized feet.
legs wobble
like broken twigs
grafting in
Its been a while,
Since iv'e smiled
You remind me of her.
That sounds bad,
But don't be mad
Because your heart is more pure.
Its hard to love
the push and shove
and how it gets so much harder
but seeing your face
and sharing your space,
makes me feel like it started.
This is different,
I feel strange. It's like my psyche has shifted.
Like an ape, all of the sudden becoming mathematically gifted.
My brain cells light up like charged tesla coils
My heart is aflame , and my blood starts to boil
But why? for who?
It's not her. It's for you.
No i can't explain it.
And i WONT detain it.
No rationalizations.
No words to describe it.
I love, therefore i am
you said I was a wuss;
you said I couldn’t take it.
You said I’d make a fuss;
you said I wouldn’t make it.
what you said did not make sense;
you didn’t think I had the guts;
now you’ll feel the difference;
with my new knee in your nuts.
Did you say there's a new baby in your home?
Well that's your replacement if truth be known
You'll raise him up through many trying years
As he becomes a teenager and gives rise to all
your fears
Your advice to him is taken with a grain of salt
of late
Because you're old fashioned and he's up to
date
But revenge is coming when out of the blue
He's got himself married and its his turn for a
replacement too
That ole' rag mop, the handle's fine,
this is the second, my gold mine,
floors should be vinyl, camper tight
with incidentals, grab & sight!
A new Lab puppy, doorstep night,
left nine (9) a squawking, late, not right ~
cop picked up gently, took inside
first time a tear came, lost my fright!
Now six+ months, growing, I kept one,
a shelter drove here, Texas lass
so grateful, I thought that's real class,
took eight (8) away, all crying, fast!
Not looking back, the "one" is work
she'd chew the lightning from a storm
don't matter what it is, she's prone
to tear it up, still's not fake bone!
I call her, Koda, meaning friend
she always licks your face, say when,
a River campground, easy spend
some playground ethics, still open!
Full grown in six months, but can
I keep the picture, not offend,
called the relation, they say "when"
a full blown "yes" would help this trend!
Are puppys God sends, teach us lots
to watch this energy, we've got
to put them first, the eating list
and not rehearse this "same old grit!"
The trek inside, but yards, "yo ho"
there's more to out there, then just mow
a chewing space, in one big store
the tie ups help, but Lord, Oh Lo!
The jumping, nipping come often
especially when a friend comes by
Could use a "trainer" Sit and Down,
or even learned advice compound!
Retriever Lab, her namesake's breed
can find the "fowl" in River's lead
but growing Season, time's the Creed
learning obedience, not recede!
So help me Poets, where's your stake
at finding lost creation's sake,
advice so welcome, need a break
at hunting dog's conditioned sake!
Abandonment ~ Nine (9) three week old puppies,
left on front porch in freezing weather! It's scary,
they cry like any baby might!
Making friends this way is so heart wrenching!
Neighbors, so helpful. One couple really donated
so much of their energy, bringing extra home made food!
Now, I know, after six+ months, how this tiny pink
and white Labrador pup opened so many doors to kindness,
I never ever expected, last January!
when love is absent,
lost in the eye of the storm,
lust will just suffice.
It all happened so fast
No one had time to react
What to do now that the Honeywagon is gone
Do we really want this day to dawn
Reality hits, how could Charlie be so heartless
He tells the females, welcome to the Sugarland express
Miss Bette never did not experience the previous ride
Now she wonders with her grief who can she confide
Please don't approach me, I don't want to give Charlie any distress
I do want to lose my turn to cruise to the gate in the Sugarcenter Express
Now that there is a new Alpha Female
I call her Gabby, but her real name is Gabrielle
The guys still are enforced with the same regulations
Sit in back and feel that unimportant sensation
I heard a guy tried to ride in the front seat
He was told move to the back and feel the defeat
A guy riding up front, what thoughtlessness
This is not a Beefcake Cruise, it is the Sugarland Express
A female had some gifts, today was her birthday, guys see it as junk
Too many gifts, two guys were forced to ride in the trunk
I have signed up, do I have what it takes to be a guest
Just once, please I beg, for my turn to ride in the Sugarland Express
At this point it don't matter, something is certainly laggin'
I miss the DVD player and all the other amenities in the Honeywagon
I just had to get that off my chest
Please sign up, I have still another three months before my turn to ride in the
Sugarland Express
But soon I heard Charlie will offer Nintendo Wii to play on the way to the gate
So if you want that ride, don't be late
Ah, a new female all she has to do is ask for a seat
I feel this saga will never be complete
This bird has pizazz, perkiness, and he is popular.
I rolled my eyes inside my head, for she owes me money.
Seriously, she said, I felt you rolling your eyes, but he is magnificent.
What is his talent? I demanded. Singing? Dancing? Telling jokes?
Not sure he has one, but all the women love him! She assured me.
I met him on a Tuesday. He was jazzy, and wonderful.
I liked him instantly. Brought him home, and kicked my boyfriend out.
What did I ever do? Motormouth boyfriend screamed from outside.
I put on music and began to dance, determined to keep the bird forever.
I have not heard you sound this happy for a long time, my mother said.
What is different?
I have a new bird, I told her. He is porcelain, and he does not talk.
Every day
I go through the motions
as best as I can,
but, the days are still too long.
Every night
I go to bed with notions
that sleep will be easy,
but, the nights are too short.
Every time
I invent some options,
they prove once again they can never
replace you and your love.
Every knight
on land and in the oceans
has his one true lady
for whom there is no replacement...
...for this humble knight, that lady is You.
What good is a martini without an olive?
The gin and vermouth have nothing else to give.
This drink is something with no class.
Something else has to be put inside the glass.
Here comes a member of the Gibson family.
This bartender appears to have a quick remedy.
He brings a bunch of pearl onions in a jar.
Gibson has an idea that will go far.
who can I talk to when no one cares
who holds me when no one is there
how do I express myself if no one wants me to share
my faith is strong but emotions make me weak
sometimes all day sometimes all week
I cry while I'm awake I cry myself to sleep
I cry on the inside all I feel is defeat
I don't want to give up but I feel like I've already been beat
no reward at the end no big blue ribbon
just me and the emptiness no one's missing
not missing me not missing my face
not missing my conversation I have no place
there are no ties there are no strings
only pain I feel but no one sees
or no one wants to see they are blinded
cold and alone never leaves everyday I'm reminded
thank God for God who can forgive mistakes
that's true love NEVER forgotten simply erased
lessons learned with time so set your pace
I'm just looking for love not to be replaced.
To endure such excruciating pain
with no guarantee of gain
Reflecting upon the experience
I must have been insane
More than five years later now
I sometimes wonder
how much happier I might be
if I still had my God-given knee