Some never find wrongdoing
in one of their own
no matter the proof shown
or how many whistles are blown
they circle the wagons close ranks
deny any and all culpability
then compound the issue
by defending duplicity with verbal hostility
but Detective Inspector Quasimodo
could solve a crime before lunch
he'd secure the scene collect clues examine the evidence
and would bust the culprit just on a hunch
Women will say it's men
Men will say it's women
They all throwing
Shades at each other
Defending their gender
Tendering different agenda.
Women will leave their man
Because he cheated
Then go to another man
Who's cheating on his woman
What a irony... Circle keeps repeating
Men will be telling several girls
Same thing but different feelings
Feelings depend on her vibes
Time passes, little misunderstanding
They break up, then go to another woman
Who's probably not satisfied in her present relationship.
I know they're some women and men
Who don't cheat, they're fidelity
Men and women
Keep accusing each other
Thinking they will never unite
But every weekend;
Friday, Saturday and Sunday
There's always a wedding ceremony to attend.
Men and women, who cheats most!?...
Spending money without limit
Is indeed a dangerous habit
If we lose money bit by bit
One day we will be badly hit
We must very carefully spend
As, money, none will to us lend
We must be frugal at every bend
Or else, our prosperity will end
We must prepare a clear chart
And use money by being smart
Then in money, we won't be short
As we play a finely shrewd part
Spending too much is a disease
As our greed only will increase
One day, we may lose our peace
So, spend ever carefully please
Expense mustn't exceed income
Or else debts will be the outcome
Addiction to spend if is overcome
Very, very happy, we then become.
Prayers
Lost and found in the battle of survival
Observing the darkness that surrounded the arrival
Of the lights
Denying the truth or not being perplexed by the presence
Being plagued by liars and slayers
If to live is up to oneself
Killing the other one, what is this profess?
Defending the mind from the thought of evil
Prayers, Meditation, and trying to prevail
It wasn’t a green snake
That tried God’s enterprise to foil
Nor one of greenish make
That had man pushed into piteous toil.
The sun-loving green wouldn’t anything spoil,
As often it’s thinking of how to funnily coil,
This presuming to playfully act out on your very soil
While your odd animosities you oil
And not once, not twice, unnecessarily boil.
you see
how the KNEE is nee probleem nie
to rise in stats here
to beat the US and PS
PS: vapors from anything will rise, good and stinky
How long
the Knees of
these
poets
and police?
Defending Depending On Having A Happy Ending
Had decided that we were defending,
Our thoughts that on are depending;
Not delude,
And conclude,
That we would have a happy ending.
Jim Horn
Like the bombardier beetle
with an advanced weapons system attached
It can expel an intense hot, pulsating jet of words
the fluid it blinds the frog before he can croak
aiming its turret in any direction with accuracy
After the ejection of each explosion
that of the boiling pressurised fluid
we can see the bug in politics talks hot air from the rear
a weapon system that science can't work out
I can see now why they dig for
it helps to cover over their trail in leading the blind
over the cliffs where they fall victim to a deadly cause
that shifts the whole nature of things to suit tyrants
those whom play a hand in killing
Trump has supporters who him are defending;
What they have been doing is really pretending,
And a total misfit,
Who should quit,
So his awkward presidency soon will be ending.
Jim Horn
B-rave
E-very
L-ife's
I-nclement
N-ature
D-efending
A-ccurate
F-aith
A-gainst
L-ies
S-o
A-lmighty's
R-ighteousness
I-s
O-btained
Topic: Birthday of Belinda T. Falsario (February 14)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
With all my might I will defend you my Lord from the blasphemous for I know in my heart your art is holy! *
© Demetrios Trifiatis
10 July 2017
* It is the moral duty of every faithful to stand up and defend our Lord when He is attacked by faithless people who call Him a sinner, as a fellow poet has done! See also my "
Forgive Them My Lord"
Who knew that I would need
shoestrings to escape rape?
I felt safe on a double date,
the “safety in numbers” misnomer.
He came on like a ten-armed
octopus with suction cup hands.
The couple in the back seat
were obviously in full accord,
based on sounds my ears
were recording.
Out-manned in size and strength,
I searched for a weapon.
I found it in the glove box.
A single, unattached shoestring
serves well as a garrote
when applied to the neck
of one whose hands are
occupied elsewhere.
He took me home.
Off the plane, from landing,
upon a country, not yet, set free.
Realizing a year, out of, one's life,
is being used, to change, their history.
Allowed, only so much, to bring,
with the comforts, of home, being none.
Told the time, of one's self, is distribute,
by how much, of the mission, is done.
Dealing, with a certain, mind set,
of being, trap deeply, from within.
Always, put under control, by higher,
to not, be lured, in breaking, an army sin.
Having, to face, such animosity and danger,
From disgruntle people, who live, outside the wire.
Fearing every time, one goes out,
in either, being blown up, or receiving enemy fire.
Hoping people, left behind, back at home,
don't forget, the fact, and the soldier, they know, so well.
The fact, the soldier, of whom, they known,
along with, their buddies,are going through, relentless hell.
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