Can’t a rich corpse remain in a fridge
While the bereaved have gaps to still bridge?
The outrage that descends on faces
Varies with minds, background and races,
Deferment of interment a choice;
On the subject it can’t be one voice...
God had carried it out with Moses:
St. Jude Verse 9 of the matter closes,
Satan with Michael contesting corpse
Not perturbed by what from challenge drops
Until he got “The Lord Rebuke thee!
And he just had enough time to flee…
Corpse may stay long in mortuary,
Paid printers to hold obituary;
We aren’t the thing tormenting with ice:
Just buying time for guests’ meat-filled rice…
Categories:
deferment, death, education, god, perspective,
Form: Rhyme
Arrogance fostered by entitlement
Bigotry in all its forms
Conceit beyond all reasonable norms
Demanding attitude of deferment.
Entitlement, did I mention this?
Forgetting an appointment, indeed
Goofing off on an hourly-wage job
Hearing a disapproving sarcastic hiss.
Intelligence wasted in a trivial pursuit
Junk mail! Junk mail! Junk mail!
Keeping a secret to thwart the police,
Lying to cover up a just lawsuit.
Making fun of another’s creed
Not owning up to a nasty deed.
Openly betraying a friend’s confidence
Pretending coming to another’s defense.
Quitting, leaving a job undone,
Relishing when someone is hurting,
Speaking a lie when you know the truth
Taking what isn’t yours, it’s stealing
Undermining another’s position,
Violating an avowed code of ethics
Withholding some valuable information.
X-rays indicating I have the disease
Young puppies all covered with fleas,
Zealots … spare me, O God, please!
written February 8, 2022
Categories:
deferment, anti bullying, how i
Form: Abecedarian
Too often
someone stretches the truth until it becomes the lie
and then defends its falsehood for all to hear and believe in
but some wiser ones sense the truth that lay hidden
grab it by its fallacies and turn the tide to see reality,
no denial, no deferment, no deflection, no delusion, no defense,
only a bastille of truth to be reckoned with.
Which direction do you go
holding onto untruths, errors, mistakes, missteps, outright lie
of the braggarts and the bullies, the loudest shouters in the room
or sweep away every lie to see the steps you're taking
to mold and secure the futures for our children, all children
knowing historic lessons of time
that what we leave behind - is us and what we believe in,
truth, justice, the American Way.
Categories:
deferment, america,
Form: Blank verse
Freedom,
Written: by Tom Wright
1/24/03
The first draft
had it's inauguration at Calvary.
Jesus, being classified 4-A,
shed His blood to make men free.
He didn't die because he wanted to,
but realized, the situation required a sacrifice.
Since that time, when freedom has been tested,
good men have come forth and paid the price.
The payment required, always the same, blood.
Veterans don't make this sacrifice
for the sake of being called heroes.
Some things are done because they're right.
Your Country calls, and you gallantly answer the call.
I wonder, in the spoiled generation which now exists,
if the call goes out, will few, or any, answer?
Attitudes today, seem to be, not my generation,
let someone else do it, as they exercise their right to protest.
They seem content to live as parasites, on the bodies of the fallen.
What if, in the beginning,
Jesus, had chosen a deferment, burned his draft card, ran,
or marched in protest, saying let someone else do it?
We would have no hope.
I leave you with this thought,
A Freedom Not Worth Fighting For,
Is A Freedom Not Worth Having.
Real men cowboy up.
Categories:
deferment, conflict, courage, freedom,
Form: Free verse
Dear Dad dear mum, I take this time
Writing my letter now, to thank all of you
For your own maximum, support and care
No one knows how, you loved and cared
Forty K you sent, to buy the charter
Fifteen thousand you sent, for VC’s upkeep
For instagram to buy, you sent twelve K
No one knows how, you loved and cared
Higher education loan, ten K to purchase
Mandatory for comrades, a basic necessity
The graduation square, you sent thirteen K
No one knows how, you loved and cared
Thirteen K you sent, as odd unquestionable
Forty K you sent, so high and reasonable
Hundreds of cash, familiar for granted
No one knows how, you loved and cared
My graduation is done, ready for second degree
To enroll am ready, your children must learn
My enrolment my job, my mother employ
No one knows how, you loved and cared
At last I expect, to purchase a Facebook
Twitter and email, philosophy and psychology
The money for faculty, mess and deferment
Sent that my dad, and mum you care
Categories:
deferment, character, children, corruption, education,
Form: I do not know?
Drivel and dribble lives sometimes derange
Pain and strain at times swim within range
No reason in any season life to imprison
No matter the dose, cause and pause of treason.
Drivel and drizzle lives sometimes sizzle
Distress and stress at times fizzle
No reason in any season life to seclude
No matter the strength and length strains include.
Drivel and dream lives sometimes swim
Disillusion and delusion at times up they team
No reason in any season progress to curtail
No matter how many times detractors and subtractors your life they assail.
Drivel and drift lives sometimes sift
Discouragement and deferment at times rift
No reason in any season life to sacrifice
No matter the level you pay as a prayer price.
Categories:
deferment, poems,
Form: Free verse
This boat is full,
A vessel overflowing.
In darkness people talk.
A child is crying.
I close my eyes,
Lock out the world.
I envision drab gloom
As sunlight on my begging husk;
The damp frazzles
As lightweight trunks
Around my gaunt calves.
We left, so many nights ago,
I lost count, it doesn't matter.
Deferment of death.
I saw them go...
Such euphemism, such irony...
I count and wait with serenity,
Dream my dream of
Spacious green meadows,
Chanting larks.
I left it all behind,
My memories I buried
With my bare hands.
I fertilized the dust
With drops of saline tears.
Alone I am, alone.
Soon this journey ends.
My eyes are closed,
My thoughts are fleeing,
I send them to freedom.
This boat is full,
A vessel overflowing.
In darkness people howl,
A child is dying.
***
January 31, 2017
Categories:
deferment, dark, death, deep, endurance,
Form: Prose Poetry