Best Vetoed Poems
Walking through the door of my childhood home
brought back tsunami of wisdom overture.
Tastes and colours in décor change with culture;
varied pallet of history in lands roam’.
My children had turned out to be a challenge
as they had early on displayed my talent
for examining and questioning latent
defects papered over; now seeking balance.
We’d a small, intimate wedding reception.
The wallpaper in the lounge is instantly
recognisable (like kin related distantly),
from the photos. No inkling of deception.
My parents had asked this sweet sixteen to voice
her preference for bedroom to replace staid
pattern reminiscent of a fabric plaid.
But they had vetoed black and white Op Art choice.
The celebrations of the many milestones,
spanning the blessed years of three generations
firmly recorded in the decorations;
layers of peeling wallpaper to bare bones.
You have soul if you know right and wrong,
You have soul if with others you get along,
You have soul if you talk like you mean it,
You have soul if you say it but also do it.
You have soul if you know the way ahead,
But you still have soul if you can be lead,
You have soul if you remember the dead,
And afterwards smile, to leave your spread.
You have soul if you admit to your intelligence,
In the midst of a gang of rogues, deliverance,
You have soul if you love only when you can,
To give your lover a fair ride, not for the pan.
You have soul if you give enough to satisfy,
And try to understand others so as to ramify,
You have soul if you ache for political freedom,
When you decide to shout for a victim’s reason.
You have soul if you pick society over religion,
Choosing the more liberal ways of tight fashion,
You have soul if you check yourself for morality,
And let your older figure with you the modality.
You have soul if you see your poetry burn, vetoed,
But nonetheless you write again to flow, it’s radioed,
You have soul if you readdress your truth values,
In later life, and find a happiness that for you argues.
You have soul if you’ve considered the questions,
Found in life about belief, dignity and obtrusions,
You have soul if you complement your many friends,
And love as you can to cause enjoyment and ends.
The Coming…
(Mood Variations…)
The long hot summer yields to the arrival
of the cooling fall.
Despite the coming treat to survival
towering trees proudly stand firm and tall.
Sticky, sweaty, steamy nights
have now all gone;
giving way to the cool ebony breeze.
Horny frogs and crickets
no longer sing their eerie song;
squirrels organize
their cupboards in the trees;
and ivory towers grow on
graves of fall’s fallen leaves.
In the early evenings’ misty wine
sun of change set the close of day,
leaving hued shadows to sway
on the footprints of changing time.
The angels of the sky have flown far away;
leaving a strange peace to seek out another day
to find sanctuary in caverns of hope.
Seasoned lives prepare for what winter nature will send their way;
as echoes of rain mock the variations like a cruel joke.
Strange how nature’s circadian rhythms
bring about change: yet the more things change,
the more they stay in the same range.
No one saw the ambiguity of the coming strange schis
Dawn seemed to have struggled this morning---
Returning from her nocturnal journey,
She slowly stretched, yawned, and arose
To the appointed occasion
Sending dim, golden rays piercing through
Shades of lazy grey clouds
The whistling wind wails, whooshing through the trees
And winding around corners
Bring awakening alarms that hands cannot stop
Nor ears can ignore
The weight of sleep lifted; the window shades of dark orbs
Open to the set time
Oblivious to the exact moment of designed closure, only
Aware of the here and now;
Thanksgiving is offered for one more day of struggle:
To be free of the shackling mind games they play,
We prepare to fight another day.
Only God could have made this chosen day
We cherish
To teach the children the liberating way
That they not perish
In the ongoing struggle to be totally free
Culturally, politically---
And economically be.
Closing in on an all-time high, wars remain in vogue:
Peace has been vetoed
Military-industrial complexes are the nation’s money lode
There is no other road.
At the conference table, negotiations continue
To collect dust
And the compromise remains us.
Wanting of a soul
Closer we came in love, for want of souls,
No trials, was sentenced a desired gaol,
Each breath in his detention renewed my life,
Vetoed cynicism, that put an end to all strife,
No wonder I didn't plead for a parole !
Written March 9th, 2015
On subject " love"
For contest "Love or hate pick a subject #2" by Shadow Hamilton
Awarded 3rd place
1/16/23
Still rejected
I already did mention
Much is in question
In the end most won't get the message
I'm tired of all this tension
Too much focus on others skin complexions
Never once has this path been effective
Do such fools need a punch or bullet to the midsection?
Meaning is the answer a fist or weapon?
For there to be change for the better it's no myth or legend
When necessary I went beastmode
Crap focused on and important matters vetoed
Can't just solve it with cheat codes
Meanwhile continually heat rose
People fighting each other sometimes using torpedoes
All of this continual s*** seems old
Like the same old stories all these priests told
So fast they reach for a couple tissues
Meanwhile the struggle continues
Still dealing with much more than just trust issues
Lady, don't play me I'm not the one
No need to be on the run
I wanted love
Yet have gotten none
From dawn to dusk
I've had rotten luck
They judge and talk too much
I'm going beyond such
Petty matters, yet can't always rely on a hunch
For far too long was caught and stuck
Still continual odd stuff
So easily people go on the hunt
Quick to cause a lot of funk
A lot assume
While holding a hostile view
Among all these molecules
I've got more trust in a dog then you
If you don't got a clue
There was much marijuana use
I'm an alcoholic who
Spent much time in solitude
Occasionally a brief rendezvous
Meanwhile global conflicts grew
Don't test me or there'll be a sonic boom
All of it being told from an honest view
Watch your moves
Toward danger it's chalked up to
Drying up or rivers ran
Nearly always the bigger man
Ambidextrous, either one is a trigger hand
They never once saw the whole picture damn
They expected it all to be spic and span
Life throwing curveballs, despite what is or isn't planned
I've got much to do, before I kick the can
Meanwhile time keeps ticking, quickly it can hit the fan
C City streets are mild; the wheels necessary
O Overwhelmed by the Virus, Wuhan they say
V Very likely made in a high-tech laboratory
I India was strong-armed into selling its "cure"
D Donald Trump wants India's trial drug
P President Trump made threats against South Asians
E Everyone knows the numbers are huge in India
A Any concern for India's national security interest stemming
C Covid-19 deaths in its homeland, vetoed by Dictator T
E Empires have fallen in war or Roman vice, now by Virus
**NOTE: The drug India makes is CHOLROQUINE and Trump demanded India not stop exporting the unproven drug, while Indians seem to be responding well to it.
Passage of a law in 1873,
made gold the only recognized legal currency.
The aftermath would be economic stagnation.
It affected large portions of the nation.
As money, silver was no longer in demand.
Two members of Congress took matters in hand.
One was Missouri Senator Richard P. Bland.
The other was Iowa Representative William Allison.
Their bill called for silver’s re-recognition.
This was a very controversial proposition.
Although President Hayes vetoed the bill,
there was a two-thirds override on Capitol Hill.
Therefore, silver was once again a standard of money.
It shared a place with gold as bi-metallic currency.
Because of silver’s re-establishment,
silver dollars were struck again by the U. S. Mint.
These large silver coins would make their scenes
at mints in Philadelphia, San Francisco, and New Orleans.
Mintage of these silver “cartwheels” would thrive,
right up until the year of 1935.
The rarest dates anyone would see,
came from Nevada in Carson City.
The coins bore the mintmark “CC”.
Under the eagle’s tail feathers it would be.
The last year for these dollars was 1893.
The silver dollar was the largest coin of its day.
They are prized by many coin collectors today.
Perdition Be Damned!
Body electric zapped
lower gastrointestinal tract
wracked with wretchedness
pitted, rocked, and tortured
severe muscle spasms cramp
deathly hallowed deliverance
beseech divine creator to exorcise relief
any panacea trumpeted vetoed
pestilential nausea diarrhea
wreaks relentless havoc
horrid ordeal twists insides
lack strength to live
breathing a laborious effort
bedrest temporarily alleviates
generally healthy ironclad junket
weatherbeaten rickety ship of state
restorative sought trouncing unwell
corporeal self against torture
assailing, castrating,
and drubbing existence
avocations ordinarily promulgating
resplendent joie de vivre
squelched, scotched, and sabotaged,
courtesy minuscule mailer daemons
emotions unlikely culprit,
though times gone by anxiety
tindered, pitched, and kindled
abominable irritable bowel syndrome
prescription medication tempered
badgering, crippling, and debilitating
panic attacks plagued this primate
manifesting feeble endeavor
to experience poignant satiation,
asper simple pleasures nonexotic
endeavors merely passively living
as one organic carbon based
human being finding fulfillment
meditating, reading, and writing,
now fleeced, deprived, and blitzed
suspicious disagreeable provender
perhaps lactose intolerance
after enjoying pizza birthday
fours days prior
celebrating chronological centenary,
sans one frail resident here,
Highland Manor Apartments
suddenly, I feel chill o' rigor mortis!
3/20/22
Maybe eventually we'll find other lifeforms
An intense sensation and feeling inside of my core
Paid for it, been quite the fight, like a war
Aware of it but much of it I ignored
Struck by five swords
Stuck in several ice storms
Sometimes I'm torn
Working on figuring out life more
Don't got time for
Praying and asking "why Lord?"
Won't do good like focusing on a high score
Or just relying on items from a supply store
The same could be said for suicide doors
And cyborgs
People will never get off their high horse
Meanwhile I refuse to die poor
Leaving behind nothing
Is mind-numbing
Let me help, look deep inside yourself
And you'll find something
Truth be told
In order to seize hold
Airstrikes and torpedoes
Been this way since a week old
Corruption and ignorance carries on, hardly ever vetoed
In the past a lot of trees smoked
For such a long time, I lost interest
But now I can't afford to stop a minute
I got to finish
It isn't talk or gimmicks
No I don't want a picnic
Or Honda Civic
This is going beyond optimism
I'm still on a mission
Won't ever get there, if I'm not committed
Drunk so much alcohol
I thought I found it all
At times I would sip wine
Never strychnine
I don't think it all is fine
I didn't , but eventually I did mind
Atop a hill climb
What I seeked to still find
Was found inside
Within time
No matter what the sun shall, let's see if I will shine
Across any ridge line
Support or go against it and get in line
A free afternoon
So we heeded advice.
We strolled by the river;
The streets did entice.
We wandered down alleys
In neighborhoods where
Unexpectedly, ruins
Cropped up here and there.
To keep us from flagging,
I turned to gelato.
My spouse had espresso -
He liked it a lotto.
But when we were ready
To hit the hotel,
We vetoed a taxi,
For back where we dwell...
We travel by subway,
By foot or by bus.
It's quick and it's cheap,
Which of course is a plus.
Yet we're tourists and don't
Know the routes, like at home
But we figured - we'll ask.
After all, when in Rome...
So we purchased two tickets
And made our way back
By bus and by subway;
The code we did crack...
With the help of some locals,
For at every station
Were "Grazies"* and smiles,
Which don't need a translation.
*thank you in Italian
Do the small people in this country still matter?
Can you hear us up there with all that raucous and clatter?
In the elections they say go to the polls, each vote counts,
After they are sworn in they say thanks, then its us they renounce.
I have no power and sorry I'm not rich,
when you need us, you flip us on like a switch.
I promise, for you I will work the hardest if I should win.
Pointless, everything needed is vetoed by the Republican.
Sorry if it is your party I am bashing,
but ITS OUR HOPES AND DREAMS they are smashing.
Don't mistake me, I love this country and how we're high on this cloud,
I still say I am an American, but I used to say it much more proud.
When this country was new, the powerful listened to people like me and you,
Now we have a new way, the powerful only listen to a select few.
I suppose my blood, sweat, and tears are not preferred.
But you can count on me, I will be heard.
What I choose is my choice,
What I choose is my voice.
One hundred-year-old Jimmy Carter
Loved nature and in Georgia Conservancy a charter (member)
He vetoed the damn for the Flint
Some people's dreams left at a sprint
No matter what,
there is no one who's happier,
perhaps, tomorrow
I will hang myself
I never vetoed
being spry or napping
for happiness,
despair
or sad laugh.
I never vetoed
for anything, I never
cry of the pain, I live,
I fight, I do.
I'm happier than anyone whatever,
I'm not a candle
to blow out, believe.
P. S. This is my translation of poem by Yulia Drunina
Hot shot in my head writhing the guz let it swim in the round to twirl around the world charm junky paty you can see it Jennifer can't wait can you dusty cobwebs frothing mouth full of hit session doesn't matter really the body doesn't belong here anymore let it flow diagram illustrating the river Seine flowing through my belly dance of a serpent coiling around the intestinal tract cranial sacral therapy and rehabilitation services don't go. Trees change in the summer when I was thinking of a great gift for you my sweet love sucks the soul deadwood eats one up. Traipsing through your brain giving me a hernia and aneurysm. Bleed line the all-in-one communication. I lie down for the doctor tomorrow morning they are taking me to the down stairs department. I can't wait!
Incandescent sunlight glistens
From across Australian seas
To your shrieking heart I listen
Whilst with vigilance I appease
Oh, how dearest a friend you are
A value wistfully unknown
How I adore you from afar
Despite such anguish you condone
Delicate your heart beat echoes
Illuminating blackened bones
A grain of happiness vetoed
Carnage yet again has been sewn
Safe and serene your heart shall rest
Upon these palms of glowing amour
Within these eyes your secrets nest
By that alone you are enamored