It's hard to maintain a strong democracy
when people elect a kakistocracy.
To those who believe in "America First":
your government now consists of the worst.
The POTUS must be cruel and cockeyed
choosing a cabinet of the least-qualified.
Only someone vile and obscene
would select a Health Secretary who is anti-vaccine.
And the Education Secretary must be stunned:
she actually refers to AI as "A One"!
But then, a man with a history of disorderly conduct
would choose sycophants who are cracked and corrupt.
The new definition of stupid
is accepting those who are unsuited,
knowing the truth and seeing it with your own eyes,
but still believing the hype and the lies.
I love cock-eyed whangdoodle writing
When frogs are croaking and fish are biting
I adore silly missives with cartoon-like stuff
Of child-like fun I simply cannot get enough
Be cautious of which little bird you listen to.
Some birds bring joy and delight.
They are the ones everyone wants to hear.
But they are more scarce than the negative Neds.
Negative Neds are instigators
Stirring up trouble,
sometimes telling fabulific lies
anything to stir you up.
Before you get cockeyed and crazy
remember all birds are not the same.
Some want world peace.
The others want frenzy and havoc
and they will do everything they can to aid that along.
Owl wise keep your advice to yourself
For who wants to hear it?
No one.
Even people who say they want it
Do not really want it.
They are not going to follow it anyway.
They are like you and me and Cousin Ted.
We follow our own advice.
Wrong, cockeyed or indifferent.
So owl wise keep your advice to yourself
Even if a sneaky cousin lies and says she wants to hear it.
Because she never does.
Hillel the Sage proffers this commonplace
for the entirety of the human race
Never judge your friend
until you’ve ‘been in his place’
So, open the door and see what’s inside
Does tranquility prevail
or is something cockeyed
In you, dear reader, I shall confide
Folks oft remind me of Jekyll and Hyde
cockeyed mice played saxophones at the table
anyway, the loudest one does, the other we call Mable.
they scurry around as fast and far as they are able
stealing from the kitchen, the laundry room and stable.
cockeyed mice love to dance, dart, wiggle and sing.
we see them running in the corners of everything
there is screaming sometimes as they dash and zing.
the soft spoken mouse goes by the name of Wing.
The tornado came in roaring like a train full of thunder
How we escaped our house is a miracle, an absolute wonder.
It was sitting cockeyed, torn off its foundation.
But we were alive, and full of complete jubilation.
My wife came here in 1993
To America, ‘Land of the Free’
From a place of dictatorial tyranny
of greased palms and ‘yours for a fee’
The America she came to was a breath of fresh air
Wonders for her to see everywhere
From Disney World to Washington D.C.
A country just right for her and for me…
Twenty-nine years later, and it’s all gone to seed
Crime’s on the rise and folks are uptight
Seems that to lack values is now thought alright
Wokesters remind her of Communist Ukraine
Hawking worn-out ideas long flushed down the drain
They say the grass is greener on the other side
Here the grass is cannabis, and the country’s cockeyed
cockeyed pincushion
stabbed prickly but no blood
i admire you
so puffed up and proud
always ready for grandma
i poke you silly
I broke my ankle and my foot,
On a ski trip that we took.
My boot was loose it flew off,
Landing me in a pile of fluff.
I looked down and my foot was cockeyed,
The pain so intense I wanted to die.
My husband in shock as he arrived,
Frozen tears fell from my eyes.
Went to emergency,
With great urgency.
You have a dislocated ankle,
Said Dr. Stankle.
After putting it back in place,
Off to x-rays we did race.
"Well" said Stankle with a serious look,
"You also have a fractured foot."
"You'll need surgery in a few weeks,
Go home and try to get some sleep."
So I hobbled around in a cast,
Wish that I could change the past.
Surgery day came I couldn't wait,
Now I have screws and several plates.
I can't walk on my shattered foot,
In the near future I'll need a boot.
Walking and standing will come with time,
All because of something I liked.
It continues to befuddle my inquisitive mind
why many of you have attacked and maligned
vaccines, and have decided to become aligned
with other naysayers. Are you physically blind?
It's not amusing when false dogma spreads terror
Your claims are outrageous and uttered in error
Open your eyes to the truth, and be a torchbearer
instead of creating hysteria as a rankled despairer.
I'm not suggesting you wear rose-colored shades,
but stop throwing darts at hearts and live grenades
at those fighting for the right cause in the crusades.
Life or death is not a game to play like charades.
I wonder how you'd feel if one you loved had died
for refusing to allow a needle to pierce their hide.
Would you admit your theories had been cockeyed
or pig-headedly insist, "Vaccinations are unjustified."
Remove the cloth binding your eyes. Set yourself free
of lies sweetened with rhetoric, so we all might be
safer in a world that's not destined for its apogee.
Listen, if you refuse to see. Please consider this plea.
October 5, 2021
This or That, Vol 7 Contest - Hysterical Blindness
Sponsored by Edward Ibeh
We are born in the same way,
Then why this disparity?
Race, sex, caste - stop such melee,
Spread love, peace and charity,
I have red blood, so do you,
Then aren't we equal, brother?
Give respect where it is due,
Let us honour each other,
I'm human with the same needs
like you, friend. Think about it,
Race discrimination leads
to unnecessary split,
What if there was a divide,
Based on the colour of eyes?
An idea sure cockeyed,
It wouldn't be considered wise
What 'bout the colour of hair?
Dark-haired people, if deemed great,
Do you think it would be fair
to light-haired to bear that hate?
Then why does hued skin matter?
We are the same before God,
These man-made walls must shatter
in truth, not just on record,
Let's not stoop to violence,
Stifling cries of "I can't breathe",
Such voices none can silence,
Their blood from the ground will seethe,
There comes a day of judgement,
When we'll stand before God's throne,
All nod their acknowledgement,
That it'll be 'no divide zone'.
07.04.2021
For Unseeking seeker's "The way we look" contest
In my youth, we played games outside
like hide-and-seek and tag; you're it.
No one wanted to stay inside,
active, we had no time to sit;
we fought in fields,
with swords and shields.
Today, everything is cockeyed,
and I'm not liking it a bit.
Computers connect kids worldwide,
but those friendships are counterfeit.
You lose so much;
when friends can’t touch.
Never Give Up
There was a green frog on his lily pad
A big duck came beside him and said, Lad
I'm hungry and fading out
Amid a full-hearted shout,
"I'm a rare frog!" Duck said, "Yummy I'm glad"
Duck looked cockeyed standing in the middle
Of the pond with a minuscule twiddle
Green frog holding chokehold
Until the duck was out cold.
Frog seen jumping off fit as a fiddle.
5/24/2021
Quitters Never Win Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Margarita Lillico
Long, winding gravel driveway
decrepit old Mercury station wagon
parked there
doors unlocked
those big red buttons
sticking up
no seatbelts either
Tiger lilies blooming
all-at-once, on
either side
of the gravel
A few years later
a cockeyed backboard
appeared on a tree
supporting an
uneven, rickety
basketball rim
Winters we spent shoveling snow
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