Best Up For Grabs Poems
Narrate you own life's story
and tell you own life's tale
Don't leave it up for grabs
or even up for sale!
Write down your own life's story
before the others do
Wading through words and phrases
that aren't remotely true...
Plan out your own life's story
before it's done for you-
and you're stuck acting out a life
that you despise and rue.
Plot out your own life's story
or at least, Act Two (or Three)
Rewrite your script, if needed
to set your spirit free!
Dress yourself with color
costume yourself with care
Create the character you want to be
and strut with catwalk flair!
Design and build your life's stage
or at least, rearrange the props
and play your role with moxie
not caring if it flops...
Create your own life's story
as producer, director, star-
and then kick back & enjoy the show
no matter how bizarre!
Be your own show's critic
ignoring all other reviews
Lavish your life with praise
acknowledging cast and crew.
Become your very own fan club
awaiting each scene of your day
Taking joy in each thoughtful detail
of your glorious, quirky play!
Man so mighty and wise
still has to define this
that another living being's life
has the same value as his
Boasted, brazened
written in stone
raised above
these highest places
where power reigns
crushing down
in white
clenched fists
gripping so tightly
to "history"
squeezing
draining the meaning
out of good intention
Those stones are weeping
as grass grows quietly around the edges
The future
chipping
crumbling
forgotten
Differences
are best listed
to be used like lines in the sand
some seen on the skin
most are though beneath
tracing
tearing
a cross marking
the surface
this land of the free
that the privileged paid for
from sea to sea
with the lives of lesser men
and their women
up for "grabs"
The women
best when big breasted
beautiful and begging
feeding their daughters
dreams of a better tomorrow
when that white clenched fist
stops squeezing her ****
before slapping
lips against her
drooling over her
in her ear
whispering
something sweet
like
"Honey
you're mine"
What lines of defense
Those lines lie on paper
written, signed and etched by those
elected and chosen
statesmen stating authority over your body
their dolls
their toys
smiling
serving their purpose
the good Word stenciled in stone
Equality
carved out in flesh
fresh cadavers
swept under the rug
serving their purpose
Gravestones weeping
as grass grows quiety around the edges
The memory
chipping
crumbling
forgotten
Keeping their hands clean
they wipe their mouths red
blood on their stained sleeves
the polish from their shiny shoes sully
the stars
and stripes
stripped of the value they once held
when they stiched us all together
and brought so many strangers home
How white clenched fists
hold power and privelege
held so high in esteem
like our stars
and stripes
teetering, unraveling
the threads shaking
as if stripped naked
and forced to wave
above that Capitol Hill
pivotal
and still
unchanging
unmoved
Our Lady
liberty
holds a tattered gown
My challenge was not issued there! My challenge was issued here!
Which was why you threw me off, when, first, you ran in fear.
You, who had the reputation of being the best to play this game,
"destroying" all of your challengers, while gathering all of the fame.
But, maybe all of that fame went too quickly to your head,
As your audience ate up ev'ry word that you had said.
Respect for your battle skills was immediately reserved,
But, now, I have to wonder was all that respect really deserved.
As I stated in my "ODE," this is a game of speed and wits,
Where the strong throw all the punches, and the weak take all the hits;
Where a real poet accepts a challenge, no matter how many dare,
And is always ready to battle anyone, any TIME, ANYWHERE!
The last point, that I just made, is the one that you should read,
Giving it all of the attention, that it really needs.
I decided to step up, but you decided to run and hide.
I guess hiding is much easier, than swallowing your pride.
Ev'ry request that I made to battle was met with an excuse,
Which made me think that you were really trying to dodge all of my abuse.
Are you afraid to get embarrassed, or of losing all the fans,
After proving that you are unable to meet all of my demands.
If so, then you "officially" forfeit your claim to greatness,
Because any such claim, to me, would be considered weightless!
The number one spot is "officially" up for grabs,
So, now, the scientific minds are working in their labs.
"THE DOZENS" is the name of the game that we will play,
So, if you do not have the balls, then please stay out of the way!
But, if you do decide to play, accepting the fact that you just might get pinched,
Make sure you come alone, leaving your "boyfriend" on the bench.
I entertain the crowd, but from the crowd is who you run.
Therefore, your reign at the top is "officially" done!
Now, to more "worthy" opponents my focus has been shifted.
So, turn in your little crown, since you are obviously done with it!
The babies of the fall
The fairest of them all
They live to weigh the scales
‘Cause “Justice will prevail”
They’re social butterflies
Personalities full of charm
Their smiles, you’ll memorize
“They’re sweet so what’s the harm?”
They love beautiful things
They’re into casual flings
But these ones tend to cling
Like an angel to its wings
These lovers are the sweetest
They’ll take your heart to Venus
They can also be the meanest
‘Cause kindness ain’t their weakness
With their lie detecting skills
You’ll be running for the hills
But they’ll treat you like royalty
If they know you’ve got loyalty
They’ve got the gift of gab
Their heart is up for grabs
They’re romantic to the core
They’ll leave you wanting more
If you want my ex girlfriend, she's up for grabs.
But if you sleep with her, you will get the Crabs.
It's possible that you may get Herpes too.
Sleeping with her is a stupid thing to do.
I caught her in bed with my cousin and I thumped her.
She sleeps with a lot of men, that's why I dumped her.
I'm giving you valuable advice so you'd better listen to me.
If you seduce my ex girlfriend, you are sure to get an STD.
(This is a fictional poem)
Cliche Heaven
Be it as it may I'll try my hand at some clichés
and address the elephant in the room soon when pigs fly.
It’s a win- win situation, put your game face on, work the crowd
as we wrap our heads around comparing apples to orange.
We are all data driven, with an ace in the hole, stick a sock in it
while stepping up to the plate and peeling back the onion
and easily hit it out of the ballpark with a world of hurt.
Be my team player, run with this, my agent of change
but don’t throw me under the bus as you think outside the box.
We can touch base later seeing where the rubber meets the road
and put boots on the ground, a perfect storm, deal with it.
Here’s my two cents, if it works I'll go off the beaten path
driving route 66 on the road not taken when it’s up for grabs,
and taking a walk in the sun, learning the new math.
That said, don’t put me out to pasture, wait for it,
there’s no sign of my slowing down, its going viral.
These are the signs of the times, take the bull by its horns,
It’s a brave new tomorrow and all bets are off.
Don’t force my hand to be up close and personal
I’m a rebel without a cause and to die for.
Don’t get bent out of shape raising the bar in the winds of change
There’s something for everyone, just another babe in the woods.
Stay tuned, like, duh, as a matter of fact, at the end of the day,
it’s a last ditch effort as you live and learn the luck of the draw.
Pay it forward, that’s the ticket, give and take, get a wake up call,
same song and dance, say what you will, you’re as sharp as a tack.
It’s all smoke and mirrors, just splitting hairs to reinvent the wheel
and walk the red carpet for a quick buck to pay as you go
Heaven help us,
I believe there's an app for that.
Rear view mirror
Objects, objectively put, are closer
than they appear. But it doesn’t say it all.
With the fair signs that spewed forth once turning to
a slew of pre-twitter pseudo- tweets since.
I once put it down In form Octa-Tri :
In rhyme scheme: aab, bb, ccc .
(“ At the wheel
At night. Uneasy feel.
Narrow misses, though, in nobody’s midst.
Rows of reflectors mark lanes glaring through the mist,
Comforting coolness and sultry night coexist .
Cell service zones change, ding-dongs the phone
Heart fluttering alone
Night unknown”.)
A row of earthy images it failed
rather than showed ,images with eerie
librations and weary nutations .Which
was not Physics, but physiognomy of life.
Like when bashed by kiddy badasses and
basic arithmetic, or when up higher ,
combative but math a behemoth
all the same, and guided perfunctorily
often, and rarely with the right intent.
In the peccadilloes- round, the Tintern
Abbey Sycamore also loomed dour sans
creativity , but the three trees on
the low sky made sense , and then on to
T.ds. equations and tedious times
soured by sleep and steep sloth.
Ingenious in fair measure , now turning
ingenuous on the proving grounds , after,
in the space of a couple of cusps of
light and sound mom was no more and we
whimpered and simpered under a dad who cared
but did not seem to, in his straight-faced mode
Then came falsely flashing , faintly fuming ,
slapdash years of machines and mega hertz,
eggs and vegs, sex and senescence to remain
for ever weighed down by the wayside whey.
Bringing-up-kids-banality apart
( fed mainly on meds for just cough that recurred);
preferring palm-frond’s loftiness cum
deprivation to urban up-for-grabs
benefaction; and the mess of docs, deaths
and a mossy crock of living pain since.
And all the dicey way , never patted
but p(f)anned; tweaked , untweaked ; harmed, ex-harmed;
banked on , debunked ; short-changed, sort-of-changed ;
lumbering on , alive and a-slumbering
and if anything wondering if it’s
not all the mirror’s prim fault
which never once showed my face.
I am the eponymous A. Floating-Voter!
I do know my mind, but I’ll follow the pack …
My vote’s up for sale now, to the highest bidder.
Yes! What was that offer, sir? You at the back?
One fellow offered me ‘less unemployment’;
Another one’s promised a crackdown on Crack.
A third says my kids should get more education!
Now who’s gonna offer me tuppence off tax?
One bloke is standing who’ll never be sitting!
So if he’s elected, he won’t see it through.
He said I could choose ‘Not to be European’.
I thought I did that back in ’72 …
‘A’ says I’ll have more disposable income;
‘B’ says he’ll build us more roads and such-like.
If I vote for ‘B’, I’ll have more roads to drive on;
If I don’t vote for ’A’, then I can’t run a bike!
All of them claim to be fighting corruption;
Opening closets; exposing the sin …
Though naturally, MPs are above suspicion!
Now, what was this ‘Members’ Expenses’ thing?
I’m already beginning to feel some confusion.
Which of the parties is really the best?
They all claim the others are nothing but liars …
But none of them passes the ‘truthfulness’ test …
I really do not have a clue who to vote for!
I’m starting to wonder if I should abstain …
But ‘Say what you want!’ was my Mum’s favourite motto,
‘And if you don’t get it, then you can complain!’
So, come voting day, I’ll be down at that station.
I’m going to vote, and I’m keeping close tabs …
So go for it, candidates! Try to attract me!
‘Cause, ‘tween now and then, chaps,
My vote’s up for grabs!
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This is how we tackle elections in Great Britain - not so slick, but lots of fun!
Entered in Dana'lynn Smith's "Politically Educated" contest by Frances King
If I Were a Man, I'd:
Never purchase another dress,
chop the heels off my stilettos,
burn every pantyhose in the house,
allow my ears to close their portals,
and use pinking shears on all the bras.
If I were a man, I’d:
Place my jewelry up for grabs,
cart the curlers over to Goodwill,
paint the town with cosmetics,
and visit the barber for a buzz cut.
If I were a man, I’d:
Buy cowboy boots, a straw hat,
season tickets to baseball,
and a zero-turn lawnmower.
If I were a man, Id:
Control the remote at all times,
commandeer the recliner,
sit however I please, with perfect ease,
and change my name from Cona to Chuck.
If I were a man, I’d:
Reserve the right;
to track mud into the house,
leave drawers/doors standing open,
leave clothes/shoes lying where they drop,
control the money, and always ask,
“What’s for dinner?”
Up early in the morning and off to the gym
Determined once again to get myself slim
The place is full of tight butts and flat abs
How long I'll last here is still up for grabs
I sweat through weights and cardio stuff
After about 30 minutes I had quite enough
There's one more machine that has my name
The stair-stepper always put me to shame
I climb to no-where, my legs giving out
I hate this sucker-Id almost rather be stout
Once again I leave feeling quite depressed
People love this stuff? oh surely you jest....
Technological Breakdown.
.
Has Hi-tech technology
Now gone too far
That we seem lost without
In this hedonistic instant gratification
Obsessed days
.
Or were we better without it yesterday
When life was simpler and less complicated
In so many different ways
.
Of course it has made life easier
And communication better still
But I think it's gone too far
We are moving too fast
In a speeding burning car
Without a brake
.
For the good souls it’s a useful tool
But for the evil one’s
A Devils playground
With souls to take
Leaving devastation
Within it’s corruptive wake
.
Where is the joy today?
For the evil and greedy have taken it away
With ads that invade your home
All the time on social media
And now on your phone
.
The latest must-haves
Up for grabs
Telling you it’s the most current desirable thing
They just don’t want to take your money
But sell your soul and even take your skin
.
I used to love to watch old movies
That I enjoyed as a kid on TV
but now they have taken them away
And now charge you a fee
.
Too much choice too much hype
The net gets darker
With so much trolling and so much vice
But serious sin comes with a price
.
Ads that bring pain and sorrow
Invest in a will or funeral plan now
Never mind tomorrow
Brainwashing by marketeers
And greedy investors
Who hound you into submission
Vultures who pick at your bones and pester
.
Endless logins and security
Take the joy
Out of everything for me
.
Bulling extortion and scamming
Viruses and jamming
The dark web
And evil sceaming and planning
.
The high cost of technology
Doesn’t just come
From the latest labeled must-have phone
But the one’s we use every day
That intrude our lives
And our home
.
G5 and too many microwaves
May take us to our early graves
Technology has gone way too far
And soon will have its day.
.
‘’We are just too reliant’’.
,
Peter Dome©2020.
Every chance available, you take it.
An opportunity missed is the absence of potential success.
It is not easy to be a success.
It demands hard work and sacrifice.
”Success is found under the alarm clock.”
It takes effort to look and even more to do.
In life, you cannot miss chances.
Never pass the opportunity to better yourself.
Be happy to face challenges and be proud to have milestones.
They build you up when overcome and better your character.
It is not wise to complain or to give up.
Showing weakness to your problems will weaken you.
Complaining to them will show your immaturity.
It takes a lot of fight to overcome adversities and even more to keep them in check.
Seize moments and capture dreams.
Fly higher than the stars and shine brighter than the sun.
The universe is up for grabs.
I’ve seen the Golden Globe awards,
The People’s Choice, the SAG,
Which lets us know, for Oscar night,
Which prize is in the bag.
The only one real obvious,
Consensus is a factor,
Is Lincoln’s star, Day-Lewis,
Who’s a shoo-in for best actor.
The rest are up for grabs, I guess,
With choices to compare;
The question is, at this late date,
If anyone could care.
We’ve watched the actors strut their stuff,
With glamour gowns galore,
Or tuxes, as the case may be,
But it’s been done before.
The Oscars show, once all the rage,
In sequence comes in last.
We’ve heard the speeches, seen the tears
And all that hype has passed.
Of course, I’ll watch the show tonight,
‘Cause that’s what people do;
Though why we care about these things,
I haven’t got a clue.
It is where you shop
everything is up for grabs
time everlasting
low prices are the key there
Sam knew what we all wanted
A friend to a friend, she has made my bed unkempt
up for grabs, the lady lays, halleluyah to alcohol for this prey
she faces the heavens, a highly appealing sexual offering
every of her, is in display and begs to be measured
the spread of both pairs of limbs makes it strictly an invitation
and bare thighs stimulating his skin to produce its own vaseline
walking into this presentable scene, his strength goes bald
this ticket for a night banquet is stained with blood
massive salivation, part of the incredible celebration
and the boy behind the zip stretches to have a good look
his weak link with her can be jeopardized
two minutes of corruption, the brain becomes an organ of dirt
the heart is bigger, to see this calamity
not a time to be stupid, he covers her with the nearest blanket.
Published: 05/17/2020