does not triumph seem like defeat ~
feeling remorse when we browbeat
Backward Thinking
Miracle Man
9/16/2024
The tranquility that so often i readily enjoy,
is invariably the precursor for a coming storm.
Spewing words at me to browbeat and destroy,
is seldom the impetus that forces me to conform.
Over the years some have tried to make me do,
and more than a few have made me wish I’d done.
On occasion I’ve bitten off more than I could chew,
but once a fracas starts it’s too late to be undone.
I pick up their idle chatter five days of the week.
Conversation with other passengers, I never seek
to learn of a secret one of them might privately leak.
But try as I might, I cannot help but overhear
a new recipe she tried, or the reason for his fear.
Sometimes, I wish I was deaf, at least in one ear!
I try reading my newspaper and ignore the prattle,
but often it's louder than the train car's rattle.
I'm not interested in the gossip of their tittle tattle.
At least the man with the cigar, smokes it outside,
or I'd take another tram. Cigar stench I can't abide.
I live in the burbs, so it's a long way home I ride.
Today, there's a young lady who wouldn't take a seat.
She looks worried, or at least somewhat browbeat,
like the people I work with down at Dun & Bradstreet.
I often wonder what's on the young conductor's mind.
Does he despise his job because he feels confined?
I'm off at the next stop, where I leave them all behind.
Snared for an errant tweet
Never thought to be discreet
Escorted by a kick to the seat
Hope fell to grieve at his feet
Kremlin brass-knuckle browbeat
~ Carves innocence into mincemeat
The family came and went
My emotional and physical pain stays lament
The burden of lies
Stays alive within family ties
The truth teller
Gets the raw deal from the home dweller
How can I get my life out of this cellar
Return to my innocence
The love I always have for those that sin
I feel like a garbage bin
Dump on me like a drunk arduous throwing away the gin
I take in a deep breath
Exhale in a way to feel no death
I’m here to stay
Love me...
Hate me...
Browbeat...
Into the Badlands she rode, with spurs lightning fast.
Her chocolate stallion, her wild companion,
slows in the maco sica, a dry and dusty forecast.
Into the Badlands she rode, with spurs lightning fast.
a slim cigarette and weathered face, built to outlast
a South Dakota storm and browbeat Hell’s canyon.
Into the Badlands she rode, with spurs lightning fast
Her chocolate stallion, her wild companion.
10/26/2020
Contest: Pick-A-Title, Vol 24 - Triolet
Sponsor: Edward Ibeh
Title chosen: INTO THE BADLANDS
It is What it is – weasel words for our times
We live in an age
Of the weasel words
Orwellian thought police run amuk
Words used as weapons
To limit critical thought
And avoid rational thought
These words are everywhere
Few question them
Most fall in line
Hypnotized lobotomized
by these weasel words
the president is a master
of using words as political weapons
to demonize his opponents
to browbeat them into submission
throwing up mental traps around them
it is what it is
what does that even mean
what is the it that is
and what is the reason
that it is what it is
no one can answer
no one really knows
it is what it is after all
and who are you to question
the President’s reality?
And so it goes
The endless parade
Of the weasel words
That have corrupted
Our minds and our very souls
Doing what they are designed to do
Shutting down our critical thinking
As we all submit to the needs
Of the corporate system
That has taken over the world
And that is the meaning
Of it is what is
Warning bells had rung before
Nature may not like it anymore
the over exploitation of its store
but human greed did underscore
rules of coexistence as in folklore.
Our experiment with wild meat
transmitted a Corona virus fleet
silently mutating, us it browbeat
spreading one to other in a meet.
Choking lungs, it took away life
with no antidote, world is in strife
locked in homes with family and wife.
Life overscores over economic loss
points at nature to be ultimate boss.
Salute the frontline selfless saviours.
we must mend our value core
Lest nature is forced to repeat
and bleed us with another knife
and give us a more severe toss
striking at roots of our grandeurs.
14.4.2020
She rolls her eyes at me every time she speaks.
I am amazed but not shocked at her lack of respect
For I have seen her browbeat her mother
She is ten.
You can see their breath upon the air
As people bustle by without a care
The homeless don’t even get a single glance
No care for thier circumstance
your small change it means alot
to you the cost of a bottle of pop
to a person on the street
it will mean they will be able to eat
A simple greeting does not cost
some peoples souls need a good defrost
A roof above my head to sleep
A bed where i can fall asleep
and some food upon my plate to eat
and a friend who will not browbeat
A friendly face a little smile
and people who don’t judge my lifestyle
Being homeless is not a crime
yet people judge you all the time
my place of birth, the way I speak
does not make me some sort of freak
a helping hand and being kind
should define all mankind
designer suits don’t define a man
but the kindness shown in their lifespan
To their fellow man
Father, oh, father can't you see what you've done.
Your hate has destroyed the lives of everyone.
You treated us bad and cheated on our mom.
Your temper was like trying to disarm a bomb.
Everyone said what they thought you wanted to hear.
Why you were always so angry was never very clear.
When I was four I saw you throw an ashtray at mom's head.
That was the day I new you didn't care if we were all dead.
I had to live with that knowledge my entire life.
It was clear you never should have had kids and a wife.
Once I was surrounded by a gang of street thugs.
Terrified, I talked my way out without throwing a slug.
You were watching in disgust from across the street.
You couldn't wait to get me home to begin your browbeat.
Instead of being happy that I didn't have to fight,
You made me feel worthless, chicken, and anything but alright.
As strange as it sounds I'd like to say thank you.
You were my anti role model as I got older and grew.
You showed me in many ways what not to be or do.
I knew I had to become just the opposite of you.
Here I am many years later, proud of what I've become.
Your lessons of anger and hate I was able to overcome.
Let us go to certain half-desserted restaurant
Where cheese is spread on the table like an elkmilksheet
Steaks are burnt, curries are bland, puddings are mulberry mist
Let us go to certain half-deserted street
Where women come and go like milkrunners
Wenches in hand the spanners span the Einstein's space
( Here I am dizzy,I am confused, should it be my space?)
They are savvy nuts pulling legs of navvies
They are all dancing quirks and frizzling squidface
I am Nero, I am nerd, I like to fly like a booming bird
But hey see all ******** I am bamboozled in a brown pit
I am cheated, I am a cheat
I am timid, I browbeat
Let us go to certain half-deserted street
Kiss her kill her miss her mess her give Sue a treat
I am not fit.
I have heard bunkers singing
Weapons roar, F-16 kinking
Tattered cops and freaks swinging
Cows are mooing churchbells ringing.
Children laughing, couples blinking
Midsummer snow snowstars twinkling.
Churchbells ringing........................
Shanti Shanti Shanti.
All i notice are the shadows
Shadows of angelic beauty
Accompanied with strings
Of hyperbole and sticky
love? Who knows.
Oh! My lady call me somemore
And browbeat my furnace-like
Fury for yon might try thine
Let me dream the dream of
ancestors and perherps beyond
Im too young for this old love!
That it intoxicate me.
Forcing One’s Religious Beliefs on Others
By Elton Camp
Some think the religion of the majority
Must be, for all, the highest priority
The chance that they would highly rate
Is to do it through the power of the state
To browbeat little children in the school
They would not think to be too cruel
Evangelical “Christians” are the worst
“Nonbelievers” they decree are accursed
“Now, you must do exactly as I say.
For I’ll teach you the right way to pray.”
“To my righteous beliefs you must kowtow
And you are going to do it here and now.”
Yet, Muslims these very ones will criticize
When religious beliefs they do politicize
“Give us religious freedom,” they will cry
But to force their own beliefs they will try
I think one is just as bad as is the other
To try to compel one to become a brother
To attempt to persuade others to one’s view
Is all that’s proper for anyone to try to do
People who their own righteousness proclaim
Are the ones that I find to be particularly lame
For the Supreme Court we should be very glad
They protect our liberty as they repel the bad
We tore out this hell and sank this English ship
We rafted a life till the Americas ran us dry
A sandy engagement, laughter, our world to tip
Our beats, our waves to sounds ugliest cry
In plunged your thunder to our words your stip
To have us quiet, browbeat, safe and nigh
Old masters married our merriment to desolation
Boys gauged, girls versed, and learned a false elation
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