Best Slope Poems
Utopia's Slippery Slope Continuum
Trees of pink snow bloom
by the lake when Spring is full
Young warriors dream
...
Old warriors walk
Through dreamless trees of concrete
Modernization
3.8.2017©deborah burch
she went down the slope
her mind in rapid decline
my old friend is gone
Heidi Sands
7/9/24
(C)opyright
I walk the slippery
strip of life blindfold, across
the tunnel of death.
A look to the west,The sun I see
Another day is passing me
Forgot to live up, to yesterday's hopes
You'll die in a hole if you live on a slope
Effort toward balance, Attempt to ascend
Slide ever deeper, claw till the end
For each night renews, those dreams thought lost
Outlooks oft change with the melting frost
A look to the East, The sun I see
Yesterdays hopes all waiting to be
The constitution of ‘behind closed doors’ has been ripped apart
wild and adventurous, the silent additions to personalities
while morality is shredded in the offices of humanistic views
giving character an explosiveness
for goodness to break the boundaries of its definition.
Exposure of flesh in the industry of sex marketing
sets the yardstick to the society’s acceptance of beauty.
Virginity is a worn out cloth eaten by the moth of self expression
while simple things have turned difficult
for the complex ones to be the easy way out.
Societal embrace occurs with its hands enclosing from behind.
Blending pride with a lack of talent
blossoms the height of uncommon skills.
Far from arts, creativity, music and dancing
one can still attract ‘die-hards’ with absolute magnetic power.
Family values have lost their unbelievable stamina
as the cabins of cultures are demarcated into mere routines.
The slogan of the 21st century centers on self protection alone
thereby pumping rights with ten times more gasoline to responsibilities.
A bicycle path along the river
wends beside the edge of trees
Planted there to keep the soil
from sliding down in nth degrees
The sassafras is from the middle
part of North America
Right by it sits the Trembling Aspen
fluffy seed that fly then fall
It's done with planning in an office
so people can walk safe and free
So they can stroll beside the river
and never think of plant disease
Because if one plant gets a sickness
all the others of it's kind
will bend under the natural illness
and denude the landscape when they die
ABCB DEFE GBHB
IJKJ
1/16/2012
Merry Christmas, oops Season’s Greetings I can say,
Is there any sanity left in this world of darkness and pain,
Where’s the peace joy happiness and sound of blissful play,
Explain to me how with “political correctness” we stand to gain?
O Christmas tree, there I go again it’s my Holiday Tree,
If you did this with another subject they’d call you silly or worse,
I am no longer sure what to celebrate might as well Glorify Me,
Gifts Commercialism Partying take more money from our Purse?
Dashing through the snow, not with Global Warming today,
Oh don’t forget to take a Flu Shot with mercury every year,
Who goes caroling anymore soon that will be put a bay,
How truly good is it for us and why do they instill with fear.
So call me a Fanatic, say that I am a Bigot and Unjust,
Mock Christianity call it a myth of organized fantasy and dreams,
Over what? Goodness kindness purity and faith these things are a must,
Relentless crying there is no God society ripping wrenching at the seems.
Whose Children will say Enough is Enough, Peace please be Still,
Do we care, will we listen or continue down this path of dangers,
We have wallowed in our SIN long enough it is time for Jesus’s will,
Christmas is about Goodwill to Family Friends Enemies even Strangers.
Written by William Tell
Luke 2:14 Glory to God in the highest, and on earth peace, good will toward men.
There once was a mathematician named Swope
Who said,” In calculus, while I’m deriving, I hope
To find an function so perfect
No tangent could touch it
Lest I fall on a slippery slope"
Steep slope
Elope.
Ready
Steady.
Go fast
At last.
Skid down
Clarks frown.
Muscles
Angles.
Enjoy
Annoy.
Pleasure
Treasure.
Brought up with kin as animals
Instinct enhanced with repitition
over and over again
Beaten into the heads of boys.
Tongue's disfigured to my ears
thoughts saying something, saying nothing
Dirt under fingernails
Umbillical cord taken and eaten by Guides.
Omnipotent elder with heads of antlers
gives birth to lions and mules alike
with handfuls of wants and mouthfuls of aspiration
They Luminate His world.
Guides full of afterbirth stay always
Until the next life comes, and takes what is his
only to repeat,.
Yet guides change along with bodies, adapt.
i truly love all these grandiose
simpering individuals
who make up the media
i truly feel like they understand
the needs of the people
whilst running their mouths for an
occupation
too much money moving about
the dead have become awakend
through the times of limp
minds
soggy sheet bag individuals
who do not deserve the title
of
individual
because of t.v., media
too much time
therein
...
i see life on the new plane
i see me
as i witness
the carwreck of you
are you ready for me?
i've taken a few
for the team called
humans
i still remain
can you handle the truth?
in the congress of Love
only Loving is the Truth
and that's the Beauty of beholding
with a realEYEsed look that dares to see
that Truth like Beauty is relativity --
so, look 'n look 'n really see
with eyes the heart has seared with fire,
that passionate insanity on the sharp edge of desire
where the fool and saint are one and the same
as players in the play of this duality game --
promulgate your Truth as if a wave on the Sea
where waves all gather but disagree
yet often move from deepest blue
as if they were both me 'n you
such are these terms
of endearment made merry
with sounds that alliterate 'n show
the tender moments Lovers know
Wild weather worked a wicked prank;
Bankrupt I went, then sank and drank.
To be more precise
Funds melted like ice,
Deposited in the wrong bank.
December 27, 2020
SLIPPERY SLOPE
If the world’s intentions
Were turned into actuality
Wars, famines, infections
Would cease to be reality
Our broad highway is not internet
But icy blackness without brakes
For most there is no safety net
But there must be - for all our sakes
A slippery slope
vote and hope.
Don’t read prior
dire straits crier.
Time to mope.
© Mar 18 2010 Charles Henderson