Best Show Of Hands Poems
A part of the upper crust of society
I certainly have never been
Methinks “down to earth” more accurately
Describes this old *****sapien
No airs, no talking big, no flamboyant flair
Just little old simple me
Now that word “simple” can be misleading
I don't think I've ever been considered simple
In terms of brain power
But at the other end of the scale
Certainly never classified myself a genius either
Somewhere in the middle... an average joe
This is my comfort zone
In my teen years, I floundered around
Wondering what life had in store for me
Until I realized I had a flair for creativity
And in particular “graphic design”
I have never ever regretted my decision
To head off in that direction
In fact, at 79, I'm still active to a small degree
With a show of hands...
How many of you enjoyed your chosen profession
To the degree that you never wanted to retire
Let's see, one, two, three... oh and another!
© Jack Ellison 2014
This free verse was written from an agnostic point of view
so may appear biased, against organised religions
I assure you this is not my intention, and it is simply a poem
For the record, I have told lies in the past, and still do occasionally
The tannoy operator
And so it came to pass at a certain time in human history
the greatest illuminati in civilisation are called together
with only one question to solve
IS THERE ONE TRUE GOD!
Physicists, philosophers, professors, sit round an enormous table
No religious leaders where invited,
as they are deemed to be extremely prejudiced,
Besides they already believe in many relevant Gods
depending on their denomination and orientation,
Stern faces stare across the table at each other
For this matter is to be taken, with the utmost gravitas,
All known religious texts are brought in, and piled high on the table,
“Search the evidence” echoes over a tannoy system
All the texts are studiously scrutinised, over the ensuing days
After which the great debate is due to begin in earnest,
But first a show of hands is called for, by the tannoy operator
and this question put to them,
“Have you found one true God”
but alas nobody raises a hand,
“Ok so let the great debate begin”
They all just look at each other, stand up shake hands,
leave the room, and go their separate ways
Unknown to these illuminati another conference had been called in secret
by the tannoy system operator
Only this time, it was between the various religious leaders,
Again after pouring over all the texts
the same question was put to them,
“Have you found one true God”
and sure to form, every one of them raise their hands
But then unbelievably stand up, and prepare to leave the room,
“You cannot go, without revealing who God is”
echoes from the tannoy
Just then a massive argument erupts, spilling over into fisticuffs
Indeed this status quo, has remained ever since.
By
David Kavanagh
Now doc assured Cindy that all would be fine
and finished the abortion at a quarter to nine.
The partial birth process was a total success
and as Cindy recovered, they disposed of the mess.
By one O’clock doc had a wood in his hands
and drove down the fairway in a civilized land.
Bill was a businessman of imported goods
that he sold to the junkies in his neighborhood.
All sales were final as Ben realized
when he shot up the load, flickered and died.
By this time Bill had a drink in his hand,
extremely uptown in a civilized land.
Brett talked finances and the future to Sue
she invested, retired then wanted her due.
But the money was gone and so was Brett
So with an overdose Sue canceled her debt.
And Brett was in Vegas, dice in his hand,
when Sue crapped out in a civilized land.
Now, the eyes of the world are all focused here
at the cities and streets filled with blood and with tears.
At all of the grief and at all of the pain
that somehow never seems to get explained.
But if you were to ask for a show of hands
millions would flee to this civilized land.
We find you guilty
Of making a mockery
Out of poetry
(You talking to me)
And must insist
You cease and desist
In your writing of this
(Insanity)
You must take to heart
That this is an art
Not some shopping cart
(To fill your needs)
Take it back to the top
Before it all got
More crazy than not
(Could you please)
Here's a list of demands
By a show of hands
Come back to dry land
(For your lobotomy)
Love in Helvetia?
A show of hands requested here.
Small beer to ask...
A beer for those responding,
And three cheers for the great healer, love,
In mountains far away.
2/276/2015
There are some people that will try to pick your brain
Just to make themselves look better and then call you a name
Yes we know you have so much sense
So you flood our brains with your arrogance
Sounding like a narcissistic antagonist
Leaving us all with a low tolerance
For all of your arrogant ignorance
We thought you were optimistic
But you are more like pessimistic
Open up your mouth sounding like a lunatic
Your crab mentality
Causes death & fatalities
So far away from reality
Nothing you do or say shows originality
What kind of style is that?
Your high demands
Require a show of hands
We don't need an audience
To define my ambiance
You have been identified by lies
Your hideous cries
All because you want people
To realize and recognize
your Bull
We are not interested
So please don't share it
If you have created it
We don't want to hear it
I think when all is done and said
I could use a nap
How many by a show of hands
Like me are down with that
I feel like I am zombiefied
One of the walking dead
Just need a simple place where I
Can lay this weary head
If I'm forced to do one more lap
In this crazy daily race
Where I take this longing nap
Will be my final resting place
How many like me do you think
By a show of hands
In all honesty do belive
They too could use a nap
By the show of hands, how many wonna attend my funeral
not that am joking but doctors have proved am suffering from success
they said its a strange disease coz its only symptom are blessings in excess
its not communicable nor viral its acquired spiritually.
I don't rock Versace but my worn out t-shirts reveals my healthy body
sometimes I walk naked but am blessed coz I always afford to wear a smile
my name don't appear on the phobes list but God is the author of my story
I don't dine with kings I dine with the king of kings am sorry
Love in Helvetia?
A show of hands requested here.
(Searching for love's basis)
(Would lead to basic truth.)
Small beer to ask,
(But wherefore shall we start?)
A beer for those responding.
(The heart won't say...)
And three cheers for the great healer, love,
In mountains far away.
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Intermingling of my poems,
1) "Love in Helvetia" - 2/27/15
and
2) "Love's Basis" - 2/28/15
Contest - Screwed
Sponsor - rob carmack
A win
A part of the upper crust of society
I have never been
Methinks “down to earth” more accurately
Describes this old homosapien
No airs, no talking big, no flamboyant flair
Just little old simple me
Now that word “simple” can be misleading
I don't think I've ever been considered simple
In terms of brain power
But at the other end of the scale
Certainly never classified myself a genius either
Somewhere in the middle... an average joe
This is my comfort zone
In my teen years, I floundered around
Wondering what life had in store for me
Until I realized I had a flair for creativity
And in particular “graphic design”
I have never ever regretted my decision
To head off in that direction
In fact in my 80's I was still active
With a show of hands...
How many of you enjoyed the profession
To the degree that you never wanted to retire
Let's see, one, two, three... oh and another!
Disposition tilts dogma of poetaster
elicits, nevertheless adopting role jester
trending toward vagueness exhibited
by Addams family uncle Fester.
Yours truly makes exception to his
preference for law and order, viz
sanctioning upheaval particularly
avast mayhem curried kindled, biz
zee ness linkedin courtesy divine whiz
hard re: coronavirus (COVID-19).
Oh...just a slight digression duration
approximately no longer than left
middle, or... right third eye blind blink
a show of hands via augmented and/or
virtual reality who recall children's pink
cuss Zuckerman lyrics, I roundly think
nonsense verse skidda marinky dinky dink
though a curmudgeonly fella, a catchy tune
me and the boys (at taproom) sing up drink
dated to more apropos synchronize Asia chink
lets the sunshine, thru trumpeting don vizier
touting America upon self destructive brink
allowing, enabling, and providing participation
within convenience er... rather forced lockdown
yet safely and soundly sequestered blame ratfink
microscopic organism (alluded 17) lines above
pitching capitalistic qua Laissez faire economy.
Accordance to crude Dickensian nostrildamus
whose predictions noted for reference to nose
everything about hmm... sax and violins crows
excitedly (pretend ye did not read orgasmically)
as United States of America pushed to breaking
into bajillion pieces metaphorically, aye suppose
Spring has arrived, her cycle of life beckons
As she thrills us with greened anew
Buds grace the light as if blinking in the sun
Bulbs of many play peekaboo through the softening soils
As days grow into weeks, vistas explode all around
Colours aplenty bloom into a plumage of petals
Choruses of birds chirp, igniting patterns of lure
As pending partners charm and delight as unions are discovered
Natures carnival of blossoms and greens highlight her art
Whilst gentle breezes caress them as they drift down and carpet
Hours and evenings stretch allowing rays of warmth to radiate
Fruiting plants start on their journey of harvesting joys
Summer knocks on Springs door declaring seasonal appearance
As we look around and applaud, ripening is natures show of hands
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/nature-7.php
"It's like an Agatha Christie mystery where the tail is the head," ... by Poet.
Since when do shadows privy forward,
wealth measured lead imbue the Sun's light,
none be the tray of hearts, a crossword,
shuffle true your way gifts the catchword,
keys to secret clubs at mid-hours night.
Reserved seat nexus yours, the best friend,
show of hands, to the nines, nails -- dirt deep,
pick a card, save one that life; depend,
choose that blessed number, life might extend,
roll the dice, sow your life, gamblers reap.
Game of a lifetime, be it your own,
birth to present -- glows, after -- who knows?
The wheel spins; now wins and sins, they clone,
but when it STOPS! Silence, twilight zone.
Eyes 'rounds, yours stare ... you know who it chose.
Traceback days past years, I knew all?
A kid who hid ... closet bare -- no bones,
yet all the while, I faced a stonewall,
pockets full of intrigue, the Eighth Ball.
Cheers indeed, well played to 'Crossbones!'
So, 'twas you and me though always you,
games we play, day to day, dawn till night,
times I won 'twas part of the game, too,
your master plan was to define who?
Naught us? There's another! Who'd that might ...
My friend's family ... My Night of Nights!
A former worker ... focus on one!
Remembered why ... who'll show up in lights?
History this mystery -- ignites,
"Your chair ... so he can't make it ... your son?"
Our Black Lives Matter team was hosting
another monthly forum on racism,
as regularly scheduled,
anti-patriarchal business as usual.
The facilitator opened with a question,
asking for a show of hands.
"If you had to choose
between two nominees for public office,
or any form of executive leadership,
one promising multicultural compassion
and the other pledged to national or corporate strength
of will-power,
one emphasizing win/win care-giving and -receiving
and the other loyally getting the practical
win/lose competitively prioritized jobs done
as quickly as possible,
which would you vote for?"
Republicans in our gathering,
although not many,
favored win/lose realistic and efficient will-power,
and the Democrats favored win/win compassion,
and the large majority of Independents
either didn't raise their hands at all,
or raised their hands both times,
or raised both hands in a fist
and just left and right retained positions of resistance.
The facilitator followed up,
"Now, what if a Green Party candidate
integrated these two cultures;
Campaigning for a resilient public/private health care climate
of strong-willed compassion
in solidarity with all Earth's balanced
co-empowering
deep and wide
networked inter-relationships?"
For this, an arcing, unsnarcing, rainbow ovation,
and little more unhealthy
elitist
business as usual.
lets double
check our gear
heavy duty
helmet topped with
a light an underneath
chin strap as well as
a body
harness
check
at least fifty yards of
rope with ten pitons
each and as many
carabiners comfortable
for one to
carry
check
now gather round
and take a look at
where we're hoping
to climb and yes i know
we are known as spelunkers
but this is more an orifice trip
it seems there is some
dissent about our descent
i assure you some of these
orifices are seemingly endless
dangerous but satisfying so by
a show of hands how many are we
just me
i see it's that
way that no one
truly wants to explore
just to stay safe and do the
usual two minutes in then out
but i i'm
going to give
her a go simple
foreplay in the shallows
of her bellybutton surely
to be taken in by the sheer
awe of
the unknown
but a sense of
fleshy familiarity yet
not knowing the feeling
of loneliness but that of being one