A wee bit of humor based on this Mark Parisi cartoon.
Chasing me was a cop flashing red and blue lights
I refused the breathalyzer, so he read me my rights
He didn't buy my excuse of having had the zoomies
He said, "In jail, you'll have lots of zoomie roomies."
I told him I'd cooperate and would walk the line
He agreed to that and said I'd just have to pay a fine
for doing seventy-five while driving in a school zone
and if I past the inebriated test he'd throw me a bone
I took his comment to mean he was being sarcastic
but I just smiled at him and said, "Gee. That's fantastic."
I grabbed my beer and took a one last long guzzle.
He called me beligerent and reached for a muzzle.
He said he had no pity for such a disrespectful mutt
I kept laughing and saying, "I'm not being a smart butt."
He called me a low life, punk dog and drove me to jail
Quipped, "Your attitude sucks! You won't get out on bail!"
She dreamt of being a fairy,
yet she was unaware that reality would be cruel and scary.
When she stands for herself and raises her voice,
it becomes nothing but an unheard noise.
If she dares to raise an objection,
it is labelled as a disrespectful action.
She is forced to speak softly,
yet ends up losing her voice silently.
Are her dreams the problem,
or the boundaries she is forced to live in?
Sixty years since i saw him
But he suddenly came to mind
A quiet sense of humour
Of the mischievous kind
A pleasant disposition
Except when crossed
Then very soon to remind
Who was in fact the boss.
An unlikely friendship because
We were years and ranks apart
But somehow i could never
Take the Army thing to heart
A square pegged soldier
Never quite fitting in
Leading this charmed life
Of undiscovered sin.
Always respectful of rank
When together on base
Down in the pub at night
Near equals face to face.
I, of course left
He carried on
I only found out
Long after he was gone
He achieved senior rank
Became very well respected
I suppose on reflection
Only what was expected.
I wonder if he ever remembered
His disrespectful boozing mate
And how we both reassumed rank
As we passed the barracks gate
Sometimes it’s odd
Sometimes it’s just normal
And sometimes, it disappears, and I feal like a family
But most of the time it’s a vast emptiness stretching farther then I can reach
Sometimes I want to see the seniority of the situation
But then everyone turns a blind eye
And so do I
I’m not proud of this
I doubt anyone is
But, being the youngest
When I continue to look
I am disrespectful
Unreasonable
Playing with fire
And maybe I am
But maybe
Just maybe
They are scared to look
And they expect me to be fearful as well
But sometimes you must walk through the fire
And see the reason behind all the terrified eyes
The angry screams
But until then
I will wait
And continue you turn away from the fire
In hopes of not getting burned
A shadow cast in harsh design,
the Ombrielle I called her, truly mine.
But laced with pain and sharp disdain,
a memory held by careful chain.
The disrespectful echoes now subside,
a space within where I reside.
No longer bound by endless pleas,
Solivance arrived and set me free.
From the broken ground, my colors start to rise,
a self-chosen light beneath clear skies.
Alone in my room
Pling, pling, and pling again from my phone
I ignore the sound, but it has
broken the poem I was trying to write
a fragmented poem
in a thousand pieces like a vase dropped
on a cold stone floor
Never mind!
WordPress tells me I have written over
3000 pieces, over the years
I spend Time editing poems I wrote in
2008, when I was at my best
relatively young with a hope of success
They are there, unpublished
accusing me of letting them down
Do you not love us anymore?
Yes, I do, but a few other does
Like having an eccentric girlfriend
and rude people asking, How can you
Go out with her?
I think this is disrespectful, besides
Odd women are good in bed
and interested in other things than
how they look.
I have tentatively tried to be published
money changes hands, I hear no more
except for the echo of laughter
This is easy money.
My poem, or little stories, I will continue
to edit, they have become cherished
friends
perhaps I did splash
a wet dash too much
when I was growing up ~
seems I was selfish
one fish too many
when merely a pup ~
maybe I acted disrespectful
an action too long
when just a forming hiccup ~
appears I misled my part
a missed start too often,
yepper, yea, yes, oh, yup ~
waz sup?
Men also cry
To all my beautiful women world wide
Am relating with you all now
Please listen to this call of mine
Do you know men also cry
Yes we also bleed
Why because men carry love at heart
Yes we are always protective
This is part of our nature
So I plead to you beautiful women world wide
Please respect a struggling man
Support a brother to grow with you
We need you women in our life
We love to protect and care for our women
We have great respect for our mothers
We can’t push ahead with out the support of you women
So hear me out my beautiful sisters and women world wide
Love respect men
In this way life will be better for the future of the next generation
Stop the violence on men my dear women of virtue
I tell you all no lie
Men also cry
To all the good women world wide
Supporting their men God bless you
I love you all
To all the women egotistic and disrespectful to men for nothing or for their selfish reasons
Once more i tell you no lie again
Men also cry
That diamondback with turquoise eye
Beneath the copper colored sky
Is best left there alone to lie
Aware of ev'ry passerby
Commanding it's respect
But lofty prowling also reigns
If not supreme its threat remains
So vigilance is what maintains
The losses equal to the gains
This delicate balance to protect
Each predator will become prey
When stars of night find stars of day
The system was designed that way
To keep the intellect at bay
That would upset that order
LIke most designs it has its flaws
For those who don't respect its laws
And seek to fill rapacious jaws
Displaying disrespectful maws
Which grin within disorder
The snake that lies in plastic grass
The raptor’s flight through prismal glass
Are visions meant not but to pass
As though they were but sheen on frass
Only useful when they’re rent asunder
Philosophers are left to ponder
Why nature would allow this wander
'Tween balance here, disorder yonder
Peacemakers struggle… troublemakers squander
Ill-gotten gains, their rotten plunder
This headache is killing me.
Beating through my skull, this throbbing pain.
It's so constant and that might be the worst part.
Sitting alone in my bed slowly dying
right in front of the ghosts.
They find it to be so disrespectful,
Me wasting my youth alone in the dark.
They judge me with scornful and familiar faces.
They almost, just almost, look like my friends and family.
So all pressure from their gazes hurt that much more.
But the pain never ends,
because even when they look away.
My head still hurts
You Have All Of The Answers
You never listened to me.
I’m not blind you see.
You acted like I was dumb,
And stupid.
Like I have no life experience.
Another brick wall.
You took everything for granted.
Never appreciated.
You're so young.
You have all of the answers.
I guess I’m just old.
I have no clue.
Don’t ask for any more handouts.
I’m not blind sided.
Disrespectful generation.
You don’t even need me.
Just do as you please.
You always need money.
Can’t wipe your ass forever.
You have all the answers.
All the wasted talks we’ve had.
Maybe one day, you will understand.
Bumblebee Ding pollinates the daisies as the grasshoppers sing
The daisies like him, but here’s the thing, they call him a ding-a-ling
Not to be disrespectful, but it is their privilege and their way
For daisies are the flowers that want to forever play.
Loaded Potato
I’m not talking about food
Just people in general
No accountability
No responsibilities
Actions that affect others around you
Poor choices
Always excuses
Putting the blame on someone else
Like a loaded potato
Two many toppings
Always lying
Always running away
Always arguing
They want their independence
With no life experiences
Always rebellious
I have no sympathy for them
They all need bootcamp
All disrespectful
What comes around goes around
Nobody owes you
Your like a loaded baked potato
So full of yourself
Always digging yourself in a whole
You’re just bloated with stubbornness
This is going to sound weird
But pretend like your Jesus Christ.
Pretend like no one knows how to act accordingly.
Do not scold them.
Do not to shame them.
Do not bring up any negativity whatsoever.
Totally hard, I get it, not easy impostering as JC,
I've been doing it for 45 years!
Model the behavior you wish to see.
You don’t want them to yell at you?
You don’t want them to argue with you?
You don’t want them to
(Oh-no-here’s-the-big-one-how-dare-they-right?)
Disrespect you?
Then don’t yell at them.
Don’t argue with them.
Do not disrespect them.
Don’t get into some pride-busting vagaries
Of when disrespectful behavior
May or may not have occurred.
Use a muscle you may or may not have,
Embody the example of how to behave.
Change will occur. Change will start.
Simply cuz you broke the behavior chain of:
Them reinforcing your inappropriate behavior,
You reinforcing their inappropriate behavior,
Yelling, arguing, power struggles into the hills…
But I’m not gonna end my poem there.
I’m all about positivity.
You look amazing today.
Poindexter was irritated about his name
His litter mates were Frisky, Fralin, Frederick and Frances.
Why had he not been blessed with a name beginning with an F?
He could not ask his mother, for that might seem disrespectful.
His father was not approachable, so he dared not ask him.
He finally asked his grandmother who knew exactly why.
They looked into your eyes and you have the eyes of Grandpa.
My husband, the love of my life, Poindexter Fox.
They could name you nothing else.
It was as if he had come back to life.
Poindexter finally felt good.
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