Best Wether Poems
I remember when
Q was part of a Tip
now Q is a one way trip
to crazy town
It’s a place where thoughts flip
and up is down
Where every imaginable
conspiracy is found
Listen to that mind cracking sound
in a basement of a pizza shop
they think that trafficked
children are bound
Democrats demonized
Satan worshipers
Drinking babies blood
Some welcome the insanity
in like a flood
Internet researches
named Beth, Karen,
Mike, Bubba, Bob and Bud
all of them happily
wallowing in the mud
So wether they believe
in the Deep State
or PizzaGate
QAnon somehow thinks
an Old World Order
controls our fate
Slick videos crash minds
as feeble sheeple
bite into the bait
January 6th
becomes their new favourite date
Somehow
they feel truly Patriotic
instead of Psychotic
Crazy takes off like gangbusters
a fuse attached to a rocket
It seems a certain President
had them in his pocket
A gun aimed at the Capitol
and Donny cocked it
They were all dim lightbulbs
and he electrified the socket
So the Q tipped
as we watched on TV
what a crazy trip
“Hang Mike Pence”
dripped from their lips
Through broken windows
the mob slipped
as the fabric of Democracy
was stained and ripped
Still with that darkness over the Country
freedom was only temporarily eclipsed
So while the world watched
and ridiculed
“We The people” found a way
Thankfully the majority had the final say
Yes America witnessed a new day
QAnon, White Power, Proud Boys
and Anti Semites were kept at bay.
Should that not in the end
be “The American Way”?
Categories:
wether, abuse, america, angst, discrimination,
Form:
Political Verse
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lately i have become aware
i was wrong thinking i am just me
there are lines above my head, a pair
someone's controlling me for a fee
the marketers with their advertising machines
run us all, apparently and do so continually
they do so on walls or surfaces using screens
everything we think is fed to us intentionally
no matter what your cause is it's them pulling the strings
wether you are for or against or anywhere in between
they write all of the scripts and the conflict that it brings
if you like oil, the cash it makes or chose to be green
trust me you're their puppet your speaking from their script
it has been ingrained in your brain since your first day
give them a child 'till he's five he's theirs he's been snipped
even at the park - slide, swing or climb it's their way
not you! right?somehow they missed your unique behind
you're wrong they got you too, always no matter where you sit
no one escapes the adjustment made to their mind
the world is a stage and we merely the puppets on it
26~12~2014
Sponsor: John lawless
Contest Name: PUPPETS
Categories:
wether, philosophy,
Form:
Rhyme
He tills within the buzzard's flight
this cruel land he calls his home,
ewe and wether, milk and bucket,
broken spirit, ne'er to roam.
He's stuck for good, the laws of nature
guide him, be they right or wrong,
gone his hopes and his compassion,
save for the curlew's mournful song.
Courted by the country lasses,
love can't penetrate this soul,
pain and grief his only help meets,
daily toil his only goal.
Mother, father, gone to dust now,
confidants who'd calm his fears,
struggling with a heavy heart,
internalizing all his tears.
It's back to digging, discompacting
stones and boulders from the earth,
working 'til there's no more sun
in Wales, the cradle of his birth.
Striving against the elements
he stretches every nerve and bone,
every muscle, every sinew,
'til exhaustion brings him home.
Ne'er a smile adorns his visage,
there simply is no time for this,
haggard, careworn, slave to nature,
racked by weather's wantonness.
Two weeks gone, and there they find him,
chided by the wind and rain,
cadavered and condemned to fester,
never to be sad again.
*******
...dedicated to the Welsh poet R.S. Thomas
and his book, 'Song At The Year's Turning.'
Categories:
wether, nature,
Form:
Verse
I stare in the mirror, my tears fall in vain
Can’t see my reflection through the veil of this pain.
Who is this person I struggle to see?
I don’t want to judge her but it’s surely not me.
This stranger I cast looks so tired and weak,
I wish I could help her but I’m frightened to speak.
Cause it’s dark and lonely in this shell where I’m bound
Where once there was laughter, is now void of sound.
and the beauty I knew in just yesterday’s time,
seems gone in an an instant with life’s rythym and rhyme…..
Then GOD he spoke child…What do you mean?
You’re more beautiful than anything that I’ve ever seen!
The reflection you cast it don’t matter to me,
What matters is that you can see what I see.
That your spirit is filled with a breath that is true.
And a beauty so deep that this world can’t undo.
I know that your journey seems to heavy to bear.
But I’ve given you family that love and who care.
So hold on tight through the dips and the turns,
For the ones who believe are the precious who learns.
And wether your journey is to stay here or go,
Please know I love you so much more than you know.
I wish I could tell you the beauty that awaits…
But you will know only, when you see heavens gates.
Categories:
wether, fear, god, health, introspection,
Form:
Couplet
We struggle through life, through the stress, through the strife, it cuts like a knife but onward we travel crawling through the dirt, through the gravel while watching our lives unravel.
As we go on the prowl, on our faces there's a scowl and a feeling of throwing in the towel.
While a breakthrough seems out of sight, thinking, how can I make things right, suddenly it comes piercing through the night, a beacon of light, it continues to get bright
It was a heck of a scare, you got an answer to your secret prayer, knowing you were delivered out of your despair, even a nightmare.
So let's stop poking out our chests boasting, I'm the best when we know, we've been Blessed. Instead of flapping our chops. Give Him, His Props.
Then the next time your life is on cruise control and you fall into a manhole or find yourself up a pole, just slow your roll.
Wether you're on a mountain top or in a sweatshop, before you call the cops or start flapping your chops, remember, He can remove all the stops.
It's Just Proper, To Give Him, His Props.
Categories:
wether, beautiful, blessing, encouraging, perspective,
Form:
I always thought that as ur daughter,
u would never betray me in anyway.
The way u came in my room at night,
n forced ur self upon me.
I hate u in everyway,
now i have to testify n i really dont know how.
"PLEASE GOD GIVE ME THE STRAIGHNTH TO FACE MY FATHER ONE MORE TIME SO HE GETS
TAKEN AWAY FOR EVER. AMEN"
I will never have to worry about wether ur going to get me or not cause u wont be around
anymore.
U will never understand the pain u put me through n how i always want to cut but i am okay
cause i had to go through hell to get to heaven so thanks sperm donor cause u earn the
name father.....
Love Always,
Ashley R
Categories:
wether, depressionme, me,
Form:
7,100 islands, you are made up..
Pearl of the orient seas, that's how you are..
Cradle of four civilization, historians says..
Only Christian nation, even they speak..
Abounded with vast green forests..
Surrounded by shallow to deep trenches...
Choose wether to white and black sands of beaches..
Each island is an enticement...
Every province has it's own native delicacy...
Each one is known for its festival felicity..
Poor as it may seem yet great in hospitality..
Enabling each tourist to feel welcome in grandiosity...
Look around, you will see a smile..
Scattered genuine friendship in mile..
Wether you are black, white or yellow skin..
They don't care as long as you're clean...
Clever and intelligent...
Creative and truly magnificent..
Small probably by height..
Yet, if known you'll be full in sight..
God fearing - spirited by nature..
Responsible enough for the future..
Families implants love to nurture..
Obviously seen in each Filipino creature...
By: olive_eloi
26/09/2013
10:29am
Categories:
wether, care, celebration, character, community,
Form:
Imagism
The wonder of life
that each obstacle becomes a lesson
Wether overt or covert
by increased exertion of all powers at hand
something will speak a solution
A problem stopped
in a manner that appears to be perfect
and out of this illusion is created
a new diversion for self- discovery
Suzanne Delaney
Categories:
wether, inspirational, philosophy,
Form:
Free verse
I write so when i'm wrong i'm still right,
I fly words like planes the wright brothers rite?
This is nothing new you could of knew what i'd do.
After ware and tear I wonder where you could wear a new outfit.
Go to the store to get chips, fruit snacks too, not a pack maybe two.
I wish I had a rode mic to use on the road,
Or a face cam to record while I rowed.
I just yawned but we're almost there, that's their way of saying they're tired.
The letter after S is a T, in my white tee, I drink tea and sing the alphabet.
In Spanish I know Si, yes I like the sea, someday i'll see, after my A B C's.
Pare look on my face with a pair of pears being tasted.
I sent cents to the scent store cause tax for her perfume was 4 pennies more.
I turn the bass low so I don't scare the bass in the water.
The tigers prey while I pray.
Duel fighters dual.
I meddle, in the mettle, until I get the medal.
Wether they know it or not the weather might change whether they like it or not.
They're on their way over there now.
I'm sure my principal knew the principles.
I'm about to cite what I sight on the site tonight alright.
You can vote at a poll in the north pole.
I bawled when I seen I was bald.
You ever seen a bear bare naked?
Don't bark up the wrong bark of tree.
Categories:
wether, repetition, write, writing,
Form:
Alliteration
I only be looking down now, looking inside myself now,
not head set in defeat but reflection, not the thoughts but the actual events that happened, wild flower child, yea right boom boy im a power plant, a quater-back serving audibles, wide-receivers run em in slants, run deep, swapping the rythym up, call it skill or pronounce them fiery darts of the devil, replay read a lot of fake words, deploy nothing but truths that carry troops, dead-zone drop-off swing wide scrape the danger, winged right there then, repairs upmost respected like I have a strong command of the english langauge, a strong sense of honor, PoW's plenty of wise men, plenty that u couldnt challenge on the battlefield, u better be ready to die when you walk in their battallion, Feel the valance the stealth, feel nothing feel what you feel wether its false politics American Goverment, I dont condemn my country, American people be the damn blindest, conditionally unseasoned , refutedly would he die in that war man? Well im a black speck in his eyes dying where ever it dont make a ****, you think a soldier gives a damn about being remembered, nah its about fighting your hardest, living longer, having your friends back, perfecting that last love letter, asking God for guidance, as waiting for it, Command given stretch the ammunition, permissions only to use your intuition, now i put a disatant on that idea's be balanced if you spot it u got it, six strikes 3 terrible battle plans, instructions be on a good heart. we life size- we realize it. we competition cams with a lope pulling deeper compression, true intentions blow up in your mind like mushroom clouds, like the repurcussion was a blast to the laws broken in an accident, cheap shells cheap never be Blaine c cheap s sweetlies b bashing breaking *****es, bullstrong. balls with the brillance, beautiful blows, brainstorming, bulls of bashan beaware the wheel of furtune turns quick ask me I slip out simple vibes I be on top soon. blanks broken hollypoints I keep one jax in the chamber, Bang baby I still hit hard with the power, bang *****es blaine me, can u blame me? Straight and narrow , not like in a false form, warfront back on a warhorse, back on the foremost thoughts of a man with a decision to make..
Categories:
wether, slam,
Form:
He tills within the buzzard's flight
this cruel land he calls his home,
ewe and wether, milk and bucket,
broken spirit, ne'er to roam.
He's stuck for good, the laws of nature
guide him, be they right or wrong,
gone his hopes and his compassion,
save for the curlew's mournful song.
Courted by the country lasses,
love can't penetrate this soul,
pain and grief his only help meets,
daily toil his only goal.
Mother, father, gone to dust now,
confidants who'd calm his fears,
struggling with a heavy heart,
internalizing all his tears.
It's back to digging, discompacting
stones and boulders from the earth,
working 'til there's no more sun
in Wales, the cradle of his birth.
Striving against the elements
he stretches every nerve and bone,
every muscle, every sinew,
'til exhaustion brings him home.
Ne'er a smile adorns his visage,
there simply is no time for this,
haggard, careworn, slave to nature,
racked by weather's wantonness.
Two weeks gone, and there they find him,
chided by the wind and rain,
cadavered and condemned to fester,
never to be sad again.
*******
...dedicated to the Welsh poet R.S. Thomas
and his book, 'Song At The Year's Turning.'
Categories:
wether, dedication, writing,
Form:
Verse
Children are special.Yes even the bratty ones.From that first moment out of the womb.they wrap there fist around your finger.There telling you no matter what happens i love you forever.
And then at four there already asking you were babies come from.
At eight there wanting to be closer to you.There minds are often full of thought.There growth you cant keep up with.It seems they grow a bit everyday.And they grow a bit wiser every month.
At 12 there not saying much of anything.I dont knows are a common way out.You worry wether theyll be okay or not.A thought pops in your head that maybe your child is gone replaced by a darker soulless being.
You say no and stick to your values and say children are special.Even if they dont know it.And a tear can be shed when they have their own and they say mommy.Children are special.Yes even the bratty ones
Categories:
wether, beautiful, birth, childhood, children,
Form:
Free verse
Although you were never there for me
We never had a father-daughter moment
You never told me you love me
And me always felt like... the lost girl-
The one without a father!
But with all that I felt and said...I forgave you!
Because-
I am alive because of you
I am of your blood
I am your child... Who needed you!
My heart aches for you!
There were times I felt angry with you
I was depressed thinking I wasn't wanted
I had moments where I cried myself to sleep thinking
you just didn't care about me.
You have no idea how much you hurt me.
I am the lost girl!
But with all that I felt and said...I forgave you!
Because-
I still want to get to know you more
I still care about you
I still need you
I still love you...You are my father!
My heart aches for you!
I may be a grown woman now but it doesn't ceased the feel of wanting and needing to be loved.
I am maturing and understanding the concepts of life.
I am trying to be more on the positive side
and believe-
You were never there for me but kept me in your thoughts
You never had a picture of me but memorized what I look like
You never had the chance to tell me you loved me but engraved my name on your heart
And I hope one day we will have that chance
to settle our feelings... Mine especially!
Needless to say-
You are nonetheless the father I am here today,
on earth living and breathing life.
I'll never judged nor disrespect you.
I'll never assumed nor implement the worst of you.
But I will always love you beyond your capability for me.
I will always have your blood runs thru my veins, acknowledging my roots.
Most especially,
I will forever be your daughter
wether you're there or not... My father - Smile!
Written by; Akkina R Downing
4-12-16
Categories:
wether, father daughter,
Form:
Free verse
My Mother- in- law
Women in my family -
My mother- in-law, so special,
A lady with such a kind heart,,
Always there for us,
Wether near or miles apart.
She loved the grandkids so dearly,
A special bond between them,
With deep respect clearly.
Always a smile on her face,
The laughs we all had together were ace!!!!
She always knew the words to say,
To cheer you up,
And brighten your day,
Now you are gone,
It's just not the same,
We all miss you so much,
It's such a shame,
Wish I could give you a hug,
Love you lots.
Sponsored by sotto poet. 16/6/22
Categories:
wether, family,
Form:
Rhyme
She is bronze colored in complexion...
She is not too tall nor too small..
She is found along high rise buildings to sidewalks..
She dresses according to the 90's, to the latest moda...
She has her own unique style...
She has of brilliance undefined..
She has the hands soft to caress and rough to grip..
She has of eloquence: smile that soothes...
She is from the southeastern seas..
She belongs to islands of myriads history..
She comes from the land of the tropics..
She stands out among the crowd..
Empowered through high quality education..
Unbreakable by dozens of life experiences..
Molded flexible enough by Her culture
Zest enough to face the whole world..
Wether in the most sophisticated way..
To the simplest servant you can see at home...
What makes her so captivated...
Her full blown nationality of being a Filipina...
© O. E. Guillermo
02/10/2013
4:30pm
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Categories:
wether, beauty, care, for her,
Form:
Personification