We were great together
when we seen things the same way,
but in the end
our views changed
feelings changed
and we were torn apart
in disagreement
America, America; How can this be?
Where is our love? Where’s our dignity?
Look at us now, tell me, what do you see?
Well, from coast to coast; All I see is misery.
When we were young... so wild & free.
On top of the world for all to see!
We still struggled, still disagreed;
But I think we had alot more honesty.
We've made ourselves a labyrinth of laws;
Sewn with red tape and loaded with flaws
We have no morals, and so much deceit.
See all the thieves running rampant in our streets?
The system's worn. We all will agree;
There's pushers in our prisons and we let killers go free.
Our head's in the clouds!
Look! There's no laws online!
No wonder we stay on the phone all the time.
Let's make a comeback! Start a new fire!
So that we become what we admire!
Listen up people, it's our wake up call!
United we stand, individually we fall.
They say who lives, or dies
and what is the truth or lies.
That is what you voted for
they say, so don’t be sore
when, one day, you can’t drink beer
and you’re in jail for being dear
all your friends are scared to speak
because, they say, you are a freak.
And all you did was post on X
not even something, sordid, sex
but you just disagreed with them
they say, and now condemn
you as right-wing
whichever way you swing
for they don’t care or hear.
They say they know just who you are;
they tell that by your car,
what you eat, your zip code;
the car that’s just been towed.
You will do time for what you say
for free speech only goes one way
and you said something they don’t like
You dirty, grubby little tyke.
A temporary obstruction
A quiet despair, in a few weeks, I will be very
old, do I tell lies to myself, saying, I dance well
When no one looks, but why do I remember
the Buenos Aires tango in a nightclub in
In 1957, she was in her forties, but with a sleek
body, I was seventeen, so beat that Macron
Then, in the morning, shots were fired, soldiers
thronged the deck of the ship and running about
in the streets, looking for traitors, the name
The dictator gave those who disagreed with
His fascist ideology
To think that much water has run into the ocean
Yet it happens again, a new authoritarian
regime in Washington
a dark time for America
but I know the Americans will rise and be
free again
I am called Annie A Lander.
Perhaps my mother believed
This name would be fitting for me,
But my father disagreed; he felt
I should bear the name of a goddess,
Such as Sarasvati, who embodies many souls.
I share my thoughts and ideas like wildflowers,
Dispersing my seeds with the breeze from the west,
Due to the Goddess Annie,
While the rivers gather my tears, so near to the ocean.
My father recognized the longing
And the pain and fear reflected in my eyes.
He remarked to my mother,
"What significance does a name hold, Esther May?"
With tears welling in her eyes,
She embraced my fragile body tightly.
What significance a name carries is strength and power.
1. One little brown bear,
Wanted to shave all his hair.
2. Two anxious alligators disagreed.
Thought the little brown bear,
Would look to different without any hair.
3. Three geese flying by laughed at the bear.
"You could have had feathers instead of hair!"
4. Four ants moved away.
Property values would drop with a little brown bear with no hair.
5. Five fish stuck on a string,
Said they had never seen such a thing!
A little brown bear without any hair.
6. Six snakes slithered into a hole,
"What will happen if our children see,
A little brown bear without any hair?"
7. Seven goats rummaging in the trash.
"It's just a fad and will not last!"
8. Eight great Apes discussed in a tree.
" Is there a law? Do we have to agree?"
9. Nine spotted fawns thought it all out.
"We start with spots and then we are without!"
10. Ten little brown bears all shaved their hair.
Now they're a rock band called Bare Bears,
A wild success from who knows where!
Whispers of an enchanted deer wafted through the oaks and the lilies
The exquisite forest came alive with new fantastical creatures
Roses are always doubters, so they disagreed with their thorns
But most of the flowers were open to the rumor, eager to see the deer
A gentle breeze preceded the deer into the thicket of florals
The deer was lovely, with scrolls, and beautiful nearly pastel colors
I love her, the daisies said/
A testament to the truth; daisies love everything.
The deer looked around approvingly, she enjoyed new places.
This forest was exquisitely beautiful; she could be happy here.
A brown stag with fourteen points looked her over pronouncing her queen.
She shyly told him she expected to earn her place like the other creatures.
The weeds were thrilled; a deer with integrity; this was a welcome relief.
A little sunbeam and a raindrop
came together one day
and developed some feelings
that would not wash away.
They danced through the Heavens
and hid behind clouds
for the feelings they had
would not be allowed.
Discovery came faster
then they wanted it to
and forces behind them
disrupted the two.
The sun and the raincloud
met and agreed .
They must split up,
this never could be.
The sunbeam and raindrop
both disagreed
and snuck back together
when both were set free.
But, all was forgiven
by the sun and the cloud,
when they saw the beauty
of what both had endowed.
The sunbeam and raindrop
could now join as one
and their love of each other
showed everyone.
Whenever it's rainy
and the sun peaks through.
The power of their love
is plainly in view.
A beautiful rainbow
appears in the sky,
with glorious colors
that catch everyone's eye.
Because of a Love
that could not be denied
a radiant rainbow
embraces the sky!
A queen sits
On her throne of platitudes and proverbs
In the Realm of Silver Linings
Which she rules,
Alone.
Hiding in her throne room
Her silver silk lined cocoon,
She clutches compliments like jewels
Idioms like ivory
And Pearls of Wisdom like, well, pearls.
Kitchen quotations built her castle
She formulated a wall with words of wrought iron
To keep out bad thoughts and bad people.
Her kingdom is a lonely silent one
If you have nothing good to say, don't speak at all.
Her voice, the sole sound
Echoes through empty castle walls
Her fingers in her ears
Hearing only what she wants to hear.
She sings her solo psalm of positivity
Preaching to the few left still to hear
Those who disagreed all disappeared
Tossed from the Realm of Silver Linings
Ejected to the world of the real.
I have enjoyed being a member of Poetry Soup
The group has been kind to me
I have been encouraged to write
And let my thoughts run free
I have made mistakes
And said things where others had disagreed
Sometimes, this exchange of thoughts
It is just what I need,
To assist me in my endeavour to write poetry
Like a pro
We are not competitors; we are members of PS,
So,
Enjoy the camaraderie and let your thoughts run free
Our differences of opinion give us food for thought,
Do you agree?
I find myself stumbling through his verse tonight.
Overall, he was a good man with a good heart.
Bright as an angel's wing at sunrise.
What puzzled me, was:
That if we disagreed on any sensitive topic.
His velvety demeanor would quickly turn to burlap.
He wholeheartedly believed in diversity.
Except when it came to diversity of opinion.
Even those with big hearts and brilliant minds.
Can reveal their black page on a Candleless night.
outside, I usually I keep my stegosaurus Wild Willie hidden,
but if I shriek he comes at a gallop, feeling validated and bidden.
Police have come twice, called by my neighbor Sam, who is full of fright.
I laugh, asking who has ever seen a real dinosaur, right?
Willie cannot got to work with me, because I work at an elementary school.
They do not even allow pets, for fear they might sweat, potty, bite or drool.
He stays at home in his corner eating eggs and rice, watching Netflix.
His tail accidentally opens the curtains, which causes a real conflict.
I bring home eggs and rice, so Willie is totally content and clean.
He has a little poo pile out back, where his poos are used for flower sheen.
We have never had an argument or disagreed on anything remotely big.
Except he did have a hissy fit when I suggested adopting a pot-belly pig.
They stole my election,
Everybody knows I won,
But they’ll all pay for it
When justice is really done.
I’m super rich said Trump,
Bur the money is all mine
There’s no way i’ll use it
Paying an illegal fine.
I need it for my campaign
To return to the Presidency
Then better watch out
Anybidy who opposed me
I’m not a vindictive person
Just sometimes I go wild
But what do you expect
I”ve the intellect of a child.
I’ll put ‘em all in prison
Make their sentence hard
While those January rebels
Will receives a just reward.
I’ll be Prezz of the US of A
Land of the brave and free
But i’ll butt kick all those
Who disagreed with me.
I’m St. Donald the Super Rich
One of old Vlad’s mates
And I’ll use his methods
When I’m Prez of the States.
Land of the immigrant free,
Land of the brave and bold,
Provided they all see sense
And all do just as they’re told.
I have a friend who is a retired elected official.
Like me, he has strong and abiding principles.
Most of our interaction is about three themes.
I have observed that on two of three fronts,
We are unified and on the same page.
In religion, we believe much the same.
In finance, we are both conservatives.
But in politics, we are worlds apart.
In a conversation recently, the subject
of leadership entered our discussion.
At first, we were opposed in our opinion
about a certain person being a leader.
We finally agreed that the person in question
was indeed a leader. However, we disagreed with
the good or bad parts. My friend felt that he was a bad
leader. I thought he was a good leader by comparison.
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Is it just another day,
Or is there a special reason for me to feel this way.
Is it just the way you closed the door,
That tells me I won’t see you anymore.
Oh there were times in the past
We both know,
We disagreed and you did threaten to go.
But that was in the past and this is in the here and now,
After all we’ve been through,
How could you think I don’t love you.
But if you feel you must go,
I won’t hold you back I’ll let you go.
Maybe one day you’ll see
The one who loved you was really me
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