Best Rhyme Poetry
US President Donald Trump delivers!
Disappearing people,
people aren’t illegal
The inefficiency of DOGE
Nothing makes sense, it’s all a mirage
Ignoring the Supreme Court,
immigrant prisoner’s fees come up short
Drastic aid cuts kill people overseas,
bringing back rare disease
I’m not bashing the Trump agenda
Sipping a five-dollar coffee and Splenda
It’s inflation, and his
insatiable appetite for tariffs in other nations
Got his gimmick and applause
Worldwide leaders upset because
outrageously tariffed
Worse than even liberals predicted!
Firing government workers,
ridding twitter twerkers
Best say 2020 election was rigged,
and that other candidate cheated
Silicon Valley beware,
AI undermining gives a scare
Pardon the bad guys,
lock up innocent lives
Tariff-related market collapse,
Gerrymandering make new maps
Farmers forced to overregulate
Under lableing’s blind fate
Suing the media,
can’t fact check on Wikipedia
Bye bye D.O.D
end of US Army?
Rename it, department of war,
forget defense, think of horror
I mean, I could just keep going
Let’s see what is missing?
Government workers fired
Lack of qualified candidates hired
Take his family and RFK JR radical,
gets checks from pharmaceutical
Braking the law shooting-up everyday,
what would the dead Kennedy's say?
What isn’t missing is Trump in the White House
and his trophy wife spouse
And so instead of unabashedly bawling my eyes out
I’ll do what it takes to mellow doubt
That’s only half of it,
Melania spoke out, I’m now in a bad state of regret
Give me a drag—I need cigarette!
“as we passed her she did wilt
which caused in us sense of guilt
since our stance perhaps did cause
to put her heart’s joy on pause
though we’re gentle, not hostile
we diminished her soul’s smile
since our aura as she viewed
scent of love did not exude” —Unseeking Seeker
the passersby wailed in laughter
with a blink of an eye she sought the here after
prompting hatred she'd rid and had been
gone the sun's soul beaming within
left are the pieces contusion once dealt
exemplification deep purple, blue/black welt
anticipating that it is all in the imagination
innuendo scorns, undertones as intimidation
the nuances of facial expression and body language
an undercurrent hides beneath an open bridge
the windy storm blows farther its opaque steam
whilst whispering mantras gently stream
uttering phonemes begin and she softly chants
deep breaths balm lofty thoughts further enhance
‘I choose and listen how my inner voice druthers,
and not the random opinions of others’
forgiveness is the fragrance the violet sheds—perfume
on the heel that has crushed it, where sweet aromas loom
I’m your doll
My heart is made of cotton
My skin is stitched
I’m your little doll
I’m tiny when you hold me
I like to pose in your hand
You sing your lullaby
and I dance for you
Your fingers spin me around and around
and I spin for you
I’m your doll,
your pretty little ballerina doll
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uthoritis
Date: Sun, Oct 18 2015 at 6:26 PM
I'm a Poetic "Prince"
I use my Gift to "Present"
So my Presence to be "Present"
I use it's "Essence"
As a " Element"
A Promotion to being "Outspoken"
I was Called and I was "Chosen"
Can't believe I'm a "Poet"
But it's "Enjoying"
That's why I write these "Proses"
I break through walls by being "Explosive"
I use Poetry as my "Mechanism"
For "Criticism"
My Mind and Body like A Pyramid it's a "Temple"
A Spiritual "Prism"
Of "Wisdom"
"Individualism"
An Individual "Visual" to paint my "Dividual - Divisible"
Enough fire "Presentable"
To make the devil "Tremble"
I'm at a Lyrical "Pinnacle"
To see rappers is "Invisible"
Kingly and "Lyrical"
With my Imperial "Syllables"
I'm a " Hybrid "
Of a Star "Giant"
Stardust and Stars Burst "Combining"
I think I gained some more "Ions"
Cause the Charges inside "Electrifying"
Inside my cylinder figure "Shining"
That's the "Nitrogen"
I use to Connect with the "Lightning"
I use it's Element for Magnetic "Defiance"
An Exercising "Enlightment"
I got the Gems and Jewels of "Wise" Men
I got the the Credentials to "Tickle" them with my "Diamonds"
Like I was wearing lucifer "Breastplate"
My heart a Emerald in Chaos in Chest "Aches"
I'm a Author "Writing"
Arthritis in my joints "Firing"
But it keeps me inspired to be "Inspiring"
Vengeful "Silence"
Is a Revengeful "Entitlement"
A Immenseful "Requirement"
For Critical "Tyrants"
Upon the Civil "Environment"
Breed off "Negatively" the "Negativity"
Use it for "Longevity"
I'm trying to build a "Legacy"
I look in the Eyes of "Destiny"
Filled her with"Ecstasy"
Now she "Caressing" Me
Said she was in "Celibacy"
Waiting for me "Desperately"
Said I hold the "Keys"
I said I know what was in "Jeopardy"
I was just perfecting my "Excellency"
The teacher asked Rosie
"What rhymes with Blue?"
Rosie replied,
"Kalamazoo!"
Mommy asked Rosie,
"What rhymes with Sam?"
Rosie replied,
"Alakazam!"
Granny asked Rosie,
"What rhymes with Snow?"
Rosie replied,
"Kokomo Joe!"
Jesus Christ is a blaisser
He is a provider
Hosanna , Hallelujah!
Hallelujah , Ah - ah!
Amen
Jesus Christ is the head of the church
He is pure honey that cost so much
Hosanna , Hallelujah!
Hallelujah , Ah - ah!
Amen
March 31/2023
By Alfonso Warally Ngengethe Mussabwa Chris
There was a naughty boy
And a naughty boy was he
For nothing would he do
but scribble poetry:
He took up his pen
again&again
Indoors or out
into his head
ideas did shout
Why was this so
No-one did know
like Topsy they just
seemed to grow!
Dawn of spring brings chickens in the family way
When humans are busy gazing at the flowers,
The chickens have got their love priorities right
Instead of lazing away life, spend lusty hours
Chicks born in springtime are active healthy and strong
A secret the wise chickens did know all along
Chicks are like cotton cheese balls so cute and cuddly
Unlike grown-up chickens that have bone beaks oblong
They need to be sent away to the meat markets
To be skinned and hung, sad, they have no right to live
Ironically, pampered, such are fluffy chicks
If only feathered two-legged friends could perceive
Beware, chicks are advised not to devour too much
Raised in farms and fattened, injected and treated
If they don't look after themselves they will end up
On the dinner table, spiced and marinated
To look after their weight, if they are to live long
Enough to enjoy life and sing the Chicken Song
Swaying Sensibilities
In the sultry summer nights, wistful waves weave a seductive spell, wet and wild, while whispering winds waltz with wistful wonders, writing tales of tantalizing temptations, tip-toeing towards a torrent of tormented desires.
Scintillating sensations serenade the soul’s sensuous sanctuary, stirring subtle symphonies of sultry seduction, swaying sexy sensibilities.
Climactic contractions culminate and course through our corporal connection,
Pent-up passions pour into your pulsating pelvis,
Powerful primal prowess, pervasive pain, provokes penetrating pleasures,
Our hearts pounding, peak pulse pressures, panting and perspiring; covered in coveted carnal contentment.
-Edward
Not a word unspoken,
You’ve seen it all.
My heart tore open,
I pour to you
Instead of alcohol.
Welcome home
And comfort me
Today
Dear Rosanme
Come and join me
Love dose
After prayers of prophets at home
No one will separate you and me
from Monday
You will turn my house rose
Strong parfum to my nose
daily
Visitors will sense it mostly
At our main entrance
Everyday
Happiness will rise superbly
In our family
As...I Say
Well known couple from that Monday
Which will be a blessed day
To you and me
Lesbian and Gay
Will astonish on our marriage day
At home
To see saulmates of the first Monday
Of the year till to the last day
Of life.
March 14/2023
Written for contest sponsored by Kim Rodriguez
To write good poetry
is such fun, you begin
with a rare episode
in your life, or other's;
Depth is emotion's code.
To write good poetry
build on experience.
It requres expression,
good imagination,
poet's destination.
To write good poetry
ne'er lose heart things go wrong,
you grow some when you fail.
At times tough at times fun,
most times friend, you just sail.
To write good poetry
appreciate others
be a good sport, comment;
read more and you'll write more,
and live in the moment.
The Cat
??Licking, Licking?
Grooming himself
?Licking licking
?Scratching himself
?Licking licking?
Pampering himself
?Licking, Licking
?Biting Himself?
Yeah, How Gorgeous!?
All curled Up?
On the purple velvety mink blanket
The Gilded Age by Mark Twain in his 1873 novel /The Gilded Age: A Tale of Today, which satirized the era's materialism and political corruption is just what this King has ordered in his Megabill —Poetess
There was economic prosperity,
tho unconscionable social inequality
as a few “robber barons” tycoons
amassed great fortunes,
whereas degradation inflicted dire poverty,
mass starvation from petty wages
and long suffered humiliation
spawned a widened path and following stages
Arising of labor movements,
for better rights and conditions
narrowing the gap ‘tween the CEO
and the working Joe
killed for organizing strikes
The Gilded Age was notorious
political corruption made glorious
influencing many politicians
dominating were the captains of industry
An era of the rise of patronage systems
and widespread bribery and kickbacks
eroding trust in the government
Lack of effective regulation
contributed monopolist’s chasm reign
solidifying rich/poor disparity
We’ve forgotten that era and are in the midst
of repeating the plunder
A royal signature enshrines greed now just as then,
making America for the privileged gilded again
His majesty has his victory lap
and with no room for a generation gap
he’ll sign the Big Beautiful Bill
On this Independence Day
A gilded new age awaits his will
It was divine intervention
that gave me life many times.
It was divine intervention
that held me close many nights.
I've let go of things that couldn't
be eand xplained no other way.
This ain't a sermon or a speech,
it's a salute to a brand new day
A burst of sunlight in darkness
where life and pain could manifest.
Where one has risen to brighten
the other has to take its rest.
All in me ain't healed as of late
but the journey got started back in time
the parts that ain't i some times hate,
and it is a matter of the mind.
It was divine intervention
that helped me connect.
It was divine intervention
that helps me reflect.
"Hold up, this is her mind,
I'm running this show.
Without me, anything she
had to say wouldn't flow.
I'm the one who gives the
ideas and let her know the real deal.
I'm the one that is all about light
I'm the gateway to it, right?
Ok, ok, I talk a little fear
I say a few things that make her scared.
On occasion, just a few, I
gave ill advice after Most High said
the truth twice.
I get a little jealous when she
don't listen to my voice.
All this renwing and enlightenment
takes away my choice.
So I throw a monkey wrench
in to mess up her heart's show.
And her rsoul chimes in, too
but I don't want to follow."