When I was young I was politically correct
So I know what it means
To hate my flag and country,
The corporations, polluters and rulers.
But then I grew to see the world on my own
Freed from the peer pressures to conform
And started to see what there was to love
Instead of hate.
To see it all from the perspective of history
With a little gratitude
For what it is, and took to gain,
Warts and all.
Warts and all,
Somehow I never knew
Would appear so cool
From the other side.
(10/16/25)
fruition via contemplation via inspirational thoughts
Thanks Bill Baker.
“politically correct”
i’m fat and a registered voter
I exhale
before each inhale.
I unfurl the umbrella
before I jump.
Exhale.
Rarefied air
slows the descent,
spelunking, searching
for the key
that unlocks
the safe where
I placed your heart.
Inhale.
Jet streams
lift me up
over the cresting
clouds. Exhale.
Sunset. Inhale,
the sun rises,
streaming through
the keyhole. Exhale,
the first tumbler falls.
God is close and near
will conquer our sin and fear
glad that He is here
God will understand
He always is on demand
leader of our land
good things God has done
has given us Holy Son
always only one
gave God my respect
Son as my savior did select
proper and correct
A manual sewing machine
Strenuous but beneficial
It sews dresses
Two edges meet
And being stitched together
Passion and reunion in life too
Two hearts meet and stay together
It mends dresses
A hole in life must be patched too
Life isn't easy
Deficiency to be filled
Scars to be healed
Pains to be reduced
Misunderstanding to be unraveled
It corrects dresses
Corrections are made to life too
To suit your expectations and dreams
No doubt
Love, tolerance and wisdom
Are parts of a happy life
Resembling a sewing machine
here is her object
provide books we should select
which has been correct
miracles marry
in Dolly Partin Library
home books can carry
conflicts need to face
we will want a for certain place
with much style and grace
communion not serve
they sure have a lot of nerve
threw her for a curve
after a great search
find a place where God does perch
He is in their church
food from overseas
free without any fees
blowing in the breeze
one more sunday is
to worship God surely miss
perfect place is His
“It is what it is” works like a charm --
One could say “it’s what it’s,” no harm,
For "it’s" stands for “it is,” in the grammar book
A fact every careful writer should not overlook.
“Its stand is admirable”; never “It’s stand is admirable”
In writing poetry, the correct form is desirable!
“It’s” doesn’t work when writing “its lack of pizzazz”
It’s is a contraction for “it is,” I repeat, and all that jazz
While “its” denotes “belonging to,” rightfully,
Use them correctly and your poem reads delightfully.
If I am wrong, please let me know right away
“It’s” a pet peeve of mine; “its” incorrect usage drives me insane,
When used incorrectly in a poem, indeed,
It tells me you did not proofread!
written February 2, 2022
Orwell Correct
George Orwell was correct but he was slightly off in his years
The world he predicted now exists where we are all controlled
Big Bro, the New World Order, the Illuminati and others the boss
We are nothing but verminous numbers to them to be organized
As you would a chess game all pre-planned no matter what
Like the play things of a deranged child pulling our strings
The evils humans can do is nothing like their capabilities
If they want to start a war they do or create a virus that’s easy
Maybe a meteor strike will be next or a fake alien invasion
Like putting a film script together all seems real but is fake
This can’t end well or be changed they’re too powerful
With eyes and ears everywhere never missing a thing
If they offered you a job would you take it and defect over
No longer one of us the little meaningless slaves who are us
But I am somebody I am not a nobody no matter their views
Or actions in their planetary playground with 8 billion slaves
I’m more than a ing number or bit of bloody data
I only belong to myself as a person not to any damn system
Even if they eradicate me I know in my head I am free
Thou thee claim aerial,
That the world is so,
gnawy and gnashy and cannibal,
thy write up unwounds so,
that it is an advantage to always revolt,
when scar,
let a tale of a story to revisit.
Never is a drama,
for this hand will not relinquish,
thought the state abyssed,
the is state is funny,
to demand a loss,
of say one million connections.
Yeoman throw
On another
Cigarette to
Fuel the
Fire
Yeoman
Throw on
Another
Cigarette
To fuel
The fire
Yoe
Man E
Throw R
On an i
Other F
Cig e
Arette h
to t
F U E L
Obsession with what's
Politically Correct
Is a moron's job
I but jest a bit
I do not mean to offend
All so serious
Nothing personal
Old jokes are now new insults
I laugh at myself
They do take offence
To a bit of funnery
I won't be PC
To offend a few
Before there may be no one
Left here to offend...
God removed my doubt
human nature read about
gave me correct route
Too much PC too
Many interpretations
Nothing but problems
I'm with stupid, but...
There are no stupid people
There is ignorance
Rage against culture
Not stupid just misguided
And misdirected
As Spock might say,
"Logic dictates - blending
Ensures survival"
We're all immigrants
And we are Americans
Americans first
Be in the culture
Don't set up your own country
To be catered to
We can't be all things
To all people all of the time
Stir the "Melting Pot"
Darn nice titles though:
Hippie, Yuppie, Zippidy-
Do-Da, I'm Flippie!
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