Of course not, you don't mean it
No one ever does
The new sacrificial lamb at your foul altar
Lost among historical fuzz
Should we live another century
The history books will claim
It was a violent tragedy
For which villains we must blame
But villainy is frighteningly common
When the status quo is shaken
Millennials cling to Harry Potter
And our lives are forsaken
"Quiet you, it's not so bad,
Now vote for your slow death."
To use us for sweet brownie points
And damn us with your next breath
It's never offering a lifting hand
Or a place onboard the Ark
It's always shame and scarce-veiled threats
Of leaving us in the dark
Clinging to false roles you learned
When you were but a teen
Biology is so much more
Yet you hide behind a screen
Cover your eyes, state your pride
Say you're better than the rest
Yet cast your lot with abusers
Since nicely they were dressed
I've no faith in baby blue
That shade has become red
Because I've seen you in sheep's clothing
Wishing that I was dead.
i am watching a mother sparrow
feed her offspring, we are blessed
by this innate ubiquitous nature
it is by the mother's breast
comes the promise
God still believes in us
it is that time of year
i scatter seeds several times a day
not only do i derive pleasure
from feeding and watching the birds
but also deep within is mom's voice
if He knows when a sparrow falls
He also knows who feeds them
we need the brownie points
make yourself known to Him
Jesus taught about sparrows
altho they were a common item
not valued much by humans
God has unconditional love for them
proving it is not a station in life
color of one's feathers that matters
so as i watch a mother feed her baby
i wear a smile, because as they lift off
those feathered wings ascend to heaven
there go some more of those
brownie points mom talked about
let me be the first to admit
i need quite a lot of brownie points
when the see no longer sees, there is
where mother's hand has been waiting
watching you accrue brownie points
OKC 6/22
-I just wanted a friend
-One without ulterior motives
-Know what I mean?
-They never ACTUALLY listen to what im saying.
-They just nod, and smile, they agree at all the right parts..
-But, the whole time they’re just counting up their brownie points to get into my pants.
-Like “eventually I’ll give in.”
-Ill have moment of weakness, or a moment they could take advantage by knowing me so well and having my trust.
-Like a cobra they wait to strike me down like some sort of weak mouse.
-Their forked tongue whispering lies through my ears and to my soul.
-Reminding me all of the things I've told them in confidence. Now being weaponized against me.
-Maybe its best,
-to be alone.
he takes care of me
even when i am in pain
brownie points are earned
doling out
compliments for free ~
earning brownie points
AP: Honorable Mention 2022
Tehreem
Your name dances on a moonbeam
Your smile never ceasing to gleam
Loving kindness to the extreme
Open heart most supreme
Qualities held in uttermost esteem
Words always sweeter than ice cream
Incapable of falsehood or scheme
As guileless and trusting as you seem
Bringing harmony to every team
No matter what the day’s theme
Even in times of struggling upstream
Where I might have wanted to scream
Or even bite my tongue wanting to blaspheme
So many brownie points for you to redeem
What’s your secret and regime
Teeming with such joy and vitality
I hope you never run out of steam
You make life seem a trip downstream
And your friendship a blessing and a dream
AP: 1st place 2021
Looking for a car, fair to presume
Brownie points for value I assume
I've got the ideal car for whom
Promises never a day of gloom
Perfectly loaded for bride and groom
From the mirror dangles a heirloom
Plenty room in case of baby boom
Gargantuan trunk can store a broom
With your supply of Fruit of the Loom
Itty bitty gas it does consume
You'll never notice a single fume
Comes with that built-in new car perfume
Ever so convenient in our combe
Parks itself into your livingroom
So come to my office to resume
I'll gladly make you some elbowroom
Let me clear off the desk move the bloom
So away you can sign with my plume
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Submitted on February 12, 2018 for contest POETRY IN MOTION sponsored by KIM RODRIGUES - RANKED 2ND
by Robert J (Bob) Moore © 2015
My wife she is a quilter, she quilts by day and night
cutting cloth and paper pieces, making sure they’re right
she likes to get me involved, “do these colours look OK”
I ask her, “what does she think”, cause she has the final say
I think they look real good she says, I nod, and I agree
she walks away all happy, more brownie points for me
we’ve been doing this for years, she thinks I have a good mind
never had the nerve to tell her, I am colour blind
It's an eternal arrangement
Every week or two I have promised to send him some chocolate
Nothing fancy-just a thought from me to him
Just to let him know that I am on board with our destiny
We will be forever friends
Chocolate has medicinal properties too you know
It melts your heart and keeps us on the same page
Best friends forever so more chocolate I will send!
It's sorta like storing up brownie points for the future you could say!
By the time I get to heaven I should have sent him one ton of chocolate
And a gym membership!
Gwendolen Rix
11-22-14
yes sure:>
but if you dont support the underdog,
just crawl to the Boss, the fat greedy hog,
and only support the greedy master,
weak brained sheep, are even smarter,
you don't get the needed brownie points,
to get to heaven, here after,
heaven do say, you been smoking dem joints,
till de brain just a chicken krapp plaster,
you just return to little hell earth,
reborn to learn, just what you are worth,
where you get to suffer at subtle levels, no mirth,
of doing your time for your crime,
why so many bad dudes are in,
bad places to pay for their sins,
where they whine and they whine, bloody whine,
"The Nigerian Scammer Club",
......Don
Logic
nothing perishes but the overcoat body,
spirit rises canters well,
outworn overcoat, falls away ole Poddy,,
go anywhere, but bloody hell,
logic says the soul wont smell.......
grub of soul lives on the earth,
butterfly spirit flys in the light,
depending on your brownie points,you surf,
bitter/sweet is your next delight
have you really got it right?
wealth n power Asp will bite,
deprive the spiritual worth?
alright....
Don
My hand is drawn to your olive breast
I feel the swelling in my palm
Your hard soft curves exciting
My pulse begins to race
Your lips glistening
Invite my kiss
Two bodies
Become
One
Inspired by John Heck's Members' Contest
(Well he did say a sexy theme wins brownie points!)
Heaven holds high hopes for those who wait.
Wanting something more than just an entrance through the gate.
In this world we’re offered treasures in exchange for our life’s weight,
Like sacrificial brownie points towards our heavenly estate.
If given opportunity, to conquer all possibilities,
Then I’ll take the narrow road I see
And try to make the best of me.
I’m stagnant trapped in life’s routine.
Sometimes the sunrise feels like the beginning of the day’s captivity,
But I’m not worried because I know I’m free.
I care about my dreams you see,
Just not to the point of putting Heaven, in any kind of jeopardy.
Perfect patience, wanting nothing;
How does such a state exist?
With all the answers dancing past me
In their often most alluring bliss
Joining in life’s fast paced race,
Becomes a hard fixation to resist.
I know I want to get there
I don’t know what I’ll see
But I will keep on moving
Until I make the most of me.
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