I never said the fish was that big,
just long enough for your surprise.
Yes, the sky did fall down once -
though not in ways you've come upon.
The art of the little white lie
is a Trojan horse disguised
to catch your attention.
To trick you to pose or question
what you'd never otherwise ask.
The lie, error or mistake,
flips the mind to correction,
demanding reparation.
It works a treat for advertisers
lecturers, presenters, debaters and charlatans.
It begs the question, demeans the ask-er,
but masters the magician's
conjuring tricks of deception.
A fool takes the bait,
a wise one casts acting the fool.
I finally saw the debate,
My spirits prepared to deflate,
For I’d heard it was rough
(Lies are hard to rebuff)
But I needed to get it all straight.
I agree that Joe Biden looked weak
And he fumfers when trying to speak,
Yet the bully he faced
With his falsehoods disgraced
Every viewer while raising my pique.
Why Bash/Tapper allowed him to rant
While ignoring their questions, I grant
Made him look like a fool,
Though, despite ridicule,
To his fans it will not disenchant.
Both debaters most likely rehearsed
And in private, each other they’ve cursed.
Still, to watch made me mad
For, though one came off bad,
It’s the other I’m dreading the worst.
BETWEEN FIRST LOVE & TRUE LOVE
They said FIRST LOVE never dies in real life
but TRUE LOVE will undoubtedly bury it alive.
Heart is thorn between Devil & the Deep Bluesea,
Cast out into reality from her world of fancy;
Broods in seclusion without the invitation of brain,
yet maintain status quo & sentiments she'll abstain.
Heart is the stage, platform for lovers & haters;
First love & True love are the debaters.
The later & former inquire about their deal breakers.
First love or True love, which is better & caters?
What is true can either come first or last,
cos true love blosom more than the blast of the past
despite being the initial, genesis, or first,
true love everlastingly quenches the past thirst.
First love will probably disflower you
and yet still end-up making you feel blue.
But true love will always stay real & true,
despite all the turbulence around you,
y'all will still definitely come through.
First love will never die, and that's true,
but True love will bury it alive regardless of who.
Vick Manuel Poetry {VMP}
FORM: Rhymes
Copyright ©?August 2023.
Do electricians ever become DElighted?
Did Mozart ever DEcompose?
Are politicians sometimes DEvoted?
Can students become DEtestable?
Are Egyptians sometimes in DEnial?
Can garden workers become DEflowered?
Once chosen can someone be DEpicted?
Do animals ever get DEtailed!
Can an engine receive a DEmotion?
Shoe salesmen are sometimes DEfeated!
Are tennis players ever DEserved?
Do former journalists become DEscribers?
Do exterminators ever get DEbugged?
Are fishermen great DEbaters?
I've heard carpet layers can suffer DElays!
A Repost
Debaters may boast who talks the most, but the most votes, ladies and gents,
are won with the most common sense, and a dollop of dollars and cents.
Submitted Friday the 13th of May 2022, for the “Killing with an Epigram Poetry Contest” sponsored by Margarita Lillico
How shall I deal with this wandering mind?
Meandering through a meadow of ideas,
Seeking truth among noxious weeds I find
Since early childhood I have been curious
Always sifting through my brain’s cogitations
Accepting new concepts; discarding previous,
Tossing thoughts like a machine’s agitations
Chewing on choices of words, so indecisive,
Practicing precise grammar with conjugations.
Fending off debaters who are often derisive
Debunking theories that sound far-fetched,
While trying not to be obnoxiously divisive.
How far should an agile mind be stretched?
Let it go unchallenged and it becomes static
Drifts into rumor, relishes meaningless kvetch.
I choose to allow my mind access to the attic,
Considering all the randomness that intrudes
To avoid, as much as I can, becoming dogmatic!
A tireless showcasing of deranged energy,
Nearby grasses his sworn enemy:
A stern warning to the green vegetation
About kindling it, no hesitation:
Enough excuse for mother to drown in a pond
Or begin to deny a maternal bond…
A continual patronage of disjointed vision,
Often summarized as Dead Confusion,
As others keep challenging Modern Computer
And enduring lines conceiving like Luther.
A psychiatric could kill for justice
And down turn every offered armistice,
Some of his co debaters Alerted Ghosts,
Precariously perching on close-by posts…
A punctured mind enviable makes sanity,
Forever enjoying the approbation of Humanity.
Tera” The Game of Life
We all play major roles in this set-up called the game of life.
Us trying to get rid of certain gamers is only causing us strife.
We should be thinking about the purpose of each and all.
Start referring to those others as “We” instead of “Y'all”.
This Game is not our strategy, so why sacrifice our dignity?
Giving thought to these facts, I will take the liberty…
There is due diligence of the hoodlums, so fine worth in the hood.
Need for the vigilance of gangsters, so let them form gangs.
Unfair Rules that must be ignored, so bring forth the ignorant.
Acknowledge the acts of the haters. Progress is made from the efforts of debaters.
Everything we need is present and accounted for and found in this sphere.
If this is not so, then, why else are they on the playing field? Why are they here?
And if you do not think these strategies are in active play… then wherein The “F”antasy have you been!
………07142020
Do electricians ever become DElighted?
Did Mozart ever DEcompose?
Are politicians sometimes DEvoted?
Can students become DEtestable?
Are Egyptians sometimes in DEnial?
Can garden workers become DEflowered?
Once chosen can someone be DEspickable?
Do animals ever get DEtailed!
Can an engine receive a DEmotion?
Shoe salesmen are sometimes DEfeated!
Are tennis players ever DEserved?
Do former journalists become DEscribers?
Do exterminators ever get DEbugged?
Are fishermen great DEbaters?
Have you heard carpet layers can suffer DElays!
Father God WHY us
I've come to realalize
There's so much pain, hurts, stifes
Hurts of this world
Father God WHY us
What do we care
Lord why must innocent children suffer
And the elderly need our help
Just what is left
Father God WHY us
Animals and birds instincts survival
Number one on the docket
Righteousness goes on to say what we refuse to relay
Liars and haters, loving debaters
Father God WHY us
Some are speaking non-truths
What's the use
Why, must
We forgive and trust
I've come to realalize
Father God WHY us
5/16/10
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. ©2010
Master Debaters
By Franklin Price
2/15/2015
Master debaters are really great
We've seen them on TV
Jerking us around a lot
Making little sense to me
Speaking little of the issues
Would rather get down in the mud
Want to speak of how they're heroes
And the other guy's a dud
I question their abilities
And if they're qualified
They like their chicken baked
While the country likes it fried
If you think this poem is silly
So are debaters on the stage
Their child-like interactions
Really put me in a rage
None of them are qualified
Never been the president
Never in the military
When others signed and went
Now they want to be the chief
Of the military clan
How can they be commander
Of what they don't understand?
They speak of illegal orders
That other presidents have signed
They'll sign orders to negate them
Doesn't that just blow you mind?
Will throw away what they don't like
No matter that it's law
Can't think of a more foolish thing
That I've ever seen or saw
Watch closely who you think you like
What they say that they can do
If the Constitution says they can
Then they're the one for you
The Bait Debate
Franklin Price
2/7/2016
The Bait Debate that's what I think
Was the debate of yesterday
Debaters and moderators
For sure had come to play
From the confusing introductions
To the closing statements there
No phrases were illegal
Every stated word was fair
Beat their chests and huffed and puffed
Blew houses to the ground
Little piggies listened to themselves
Their voices were the only sound
Time for answers sixty seconds
Rules were made to be ignored
What they said so very interesting
No way anyone was bored
When the time had reached its limit
And the final seconds tocked
Continued when they heard the bell
Should have been electric shocked
The Moderators
(Republican debate 10/28)
By Franklin Price
10/29/2015
The moderators were not debaters
They were not supposed to be
Should have controlled and asked the questions
Not to agree or disagree
Should have taken answers given
And moved on to the next
Why they chose there to participate
Has me really very vexed
The evidence was plenty
Moderators there to stir the pot
Directly Bait debaters
To develop their own plot
Debaters stood up to them
Tried to keep things pertinent
Tried to address this country's issues
Those they would face as president
Moderators tried to cut them off
Did not want to hear their views
Strife among the candidates
Raises ratings makes better news
To me control and questioning
Was a joke that was not fun
I'm sure the debaters were sick of it
Long before the night was done
If candidates are serious
About a win election day
The next debate get moderators
Who will keep out of the way
The Democrats Debate
By Franklin Price
10/14/2015
Last night I stayed up kind of late
To watch the Democrats debate
About the issues of this land
And where on each of them would stand
Televised on CNN
And hosted by the hotel Wynn
Debaters trying to connect
Had not a clue what to expect
Five of them there to discuss
Important things to all of us
Beginning only two I knew
Knew more of them when it was through
Beginning questions pertinent
Not much dodging as on it went
Most practiced some civility
Surprising both my wife and me
Were these politicians in our view?
That got along that's something new
Supposed to poke and finger point
And raise some hell to shake the joint
Was not to be at least not much
Seemed all of them were quite in touch
No verbal punching to the chin
Did not make worse this mess we're in
I hope the elephants watched this show
A lesson to learn was there you know
Answers direct at least for most
Was a debate and not a roast
Watching the Debaters
Addendum 2 – The Varsity
By Franklin Price
8/7/2015
This round a media fiasco
For me to write in verse
Presentation of the top ten
Was much different than the first
As always the moderators
Slanted the show their way
Immediately quite evident
That they had come to play
The stating of the questions
And to whom they were addressed
A water boarding process
But only few confessed
Candidates mostly held their own
Whether liking it or not
I think they showed us who they were
And what it is they've got
If they got together
Yes that's all the seventeen
Without the help of media
To see which way to lean
And honestly discussed
What this country really needs
Without all of the TV talk
And the hyber spacing feeds
Would find it's not about them
Mirrored fairest in the land
It's about this country's people
The real players in the band
So this is my opinion
There was not a victor's fist to pump
Only one who looked quite foolish
And that was Mister Trump
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