The world is bleeding, from the inside out,
with a punctured heart ready to burst.
Call Universal O- blood donors.
They may be able to save the most first.
A rain of tears cleanses streets from the red-
stained, dripping sheet-shrouds oozing children's blood.
While flesh is shredded from human bone by-
natural forces of wind, earth, and flood.
The world lies, wounded, bleeding in our E.R.
being diligently worked on for life.
Are we the Universal O- blood donors?
Or murderers armed with a deadly knife?
Father, we pray your kind Mercy draws nigh.
As many each day will bleed out and die.
Type O Negative O negative is the most common blood type used for transfusions when the blood type is unknown. This is why it is used most often in cases of trauma, emergency, surgery and any situation where blood type is unknown.
Categories:
donors, humanity, planet, pollution, storm,
Form: Sonnet
Don’t care whom it ravages:
this land was always Thine.
Circle wagons, shoot all savages,
and things are (once more) fine.
The Swaggarts, Bakkers and Miscaviges
will soon be judenrein.
For far too long we’ve been contrite.
The best of cleaners scours.
We’re gonna give them fight or flight
(for far too long, they’ve gotten flowers).
There’s nothing wrong with being white:
or claiming what is ours.
Remember when Strom Thurman ruled?
A time when men were men.
For decades we’ve been wrongly schooled:
the sword subdues the pen.
Though King and Evers had us fooled,
we don’t get fooled again.
America was always mean,
until we lost our way.
The atom bomb, the mud marine –
Pacific equals prey.
You’re eighteen? With an A-15
you’ll always get your way.
We don’t need Confucian.
We’ve got Roger Stone.
Disregard the Constitution –
we’ll do this on our own.
Clear Catullus? Lucid Lucian?
Our wisdom is home-grown.
We bow, but only to our owners:
faceless, taxless, they:
they’re so rich, they give us boners:
they never leave LA:
we worship them. They’re known as donors:
we gave the store away.
Categories:
donors, satire,
Form: Rhyme
Like a vampire wakes in the darkness
so awakens the old GOP
For they hunger to feed on the taxes
then like rodents, they scatter and flee
They ignore and avoid all their voters
who can never provide what they need
Like the donors who send them the dollars
satisfying their hunger and greed
So they slashed all the life-saving programs
like a horror show bloody with gore
And as long as the People pay taxes
their desire will always be more
Categories:
donors, america, night, political,
Form: Rhyme
They live off of taxpayer money
and whatever they make on the side
from the donors who keep them in Office
a congressional bribery ride
They care not for the needs of their voters
for Republicans have their own plan
to hold on to their places in Congress
for as long as they possibly can
So they cast all their votes for the money
take vacation til voters cool down
But their votes still belong to the donors
as they bow to the mad, orange clown
The American system is broken
it is up to The People to lead
fix the old, make the good even better
plant anew, a democracy seed
Categories:
donors, political,
Form: Rhyme
It takes balls to be a real dad, but some men are mere sperm donors!
Categories:
donors, absence, father,
Form: Monoku
There will be catastrophic damages to our
great nation, if we elect the Project 2025
conservative administration..
They plan to holt all carbon emission goals and
return to drilling oil and gas and coals..
Begin the largest mass deportation.
Eliminate the Department of Education.
Adopt the biblical definition for marriage: a man,
and a woman and a baby carriage..
Those Justices who Roe vs Wade did kill, now
plan to ban the abortion pill.
Aiming at the "awoke agenda", to end equality
and inclusion, the message they render..
Planning to criminalize p.o.r.n., which has been
around way before most of us were born..
Repay there big donors that had their backs by
heavily reducing their corporate tax..
Ending the three branches of gov., a long standing
tradition, by placing the Department of Justice
under the Executive position.
All government employees will have no job protections,
the end of our Republic, a very sad projection..
Categories:
donors, america, angst,
Form: Rhyme
Struggling parents skipping meals so their children
can eat,
good Samaritans pulling someone from a burning
vehicle by a highway or street.
Police, military, some fallen in a firefight saving
other's lives,
firefighters going into an inferno rescuing people
out of a high rise,
that's a hero.
A work-weary single parent rewarded with their
small children's love,
praying for a raise gazing out the window
far above.
Blood donors answering the call to step up
during a critical need,
environmentalists' earth honoring creed,
that's a hero.
Two elderly men in 2023 quietly standing
up for unborn babies in front of a Baltimore
Planned Parenthood beaten up by a hater,
with their broken bones and bruises came
back to the abortion clinic four days later.
A lone swimmer saves two drowning people,
so brave,
barely makes it back to shore, but silently
watches EMTs give care to those he saved.
People standing tall for what is right,
can sleep well under God in the night.
Heroes don't hesitate-
their adrenaline surges, then they go,
that's a hero. ~
Categories:
donors, 6th grade, 7th grade,
Form: Rhyme
The ancient organ groaned
ended the passion
- bitter vinegar tones
pierced the walls
Heart had lost its fire
The prophets rubbed their heads
wisdom at any time and place
Overly high hopes
Resignation found in a
cast iron saucepan
The criteria for organ donors
are clear
~
Bell tower mourns
Categories:
donors, giving, humorous, leaving, life,
Form: Free verse
Harvest blood from us,
we're willing, as life is fragile,
donor's loving creed.
Categories:
donors, 6th grade, 7th grade,
Form: Other
I wandered lonely as the crowd
Of harlots, beggars, thieves and shills,
slow followed helpless as it plowed
Through the valleys, over the hills.
Although the leaders of this herd
Spoke loudly no one heard a word.
Continuous, amoeba like
It searched to find its changing way
A predator, slow poised to strike.
Its followers its chosen prey.
And yet the mindless throngs embrace
This demon with a hidden face.
The strange amoebic being purred
As its harsh needs it plainly shared
Its hum now in violence roared
Against all those who never cared.
A fire lit now boldly blazed
I knew somehow the mob was crazed.
And then they came with boots and clubs
Burned the stores and blamed the owners.
They weren’t the police but hooded thugs
Messengers of unknown donors.
I wandered lonely thru this crowd
And wondered, WHY, is this allowed.
John G. Lawless
©9/20/2022
Categories:
donors, america, anger, violence,
Form: Rhyme
N1,000.00 for a mad beggar;
The rare spectacle would make you stagger:
Nation’s Top Bank Note on palms of pure dirt!
I had to yield to Strongest Suspicion
And out fish Giver’s Concealed Decision;
A need to criminalize Donors
Or they don’t taste what resembles honors:
Prayers for The Truly Charitable
While citing Pious Men: Veritable…
“This might be just Enchanted Money,
Whose taker would not at all find funny;
instant withdrawal of releasing hand
making The Very Giving less grand;
The Mad to be Twenty Thousand Times so,
The Sane fully cease to sensibly flow:
Receiver inheriting Givers Woes,
Start absorbing ill-Luck and its sad blows.
One should not in Life try to Charity
With Propriety place on parity:
Indeed, Begging is a risky venture:
A Boxer staking some tooth or denture.
Categories:
donors, absence, care, cry, evil,
Form: Rhyme
Still of weeping rank
At Blood Bank
And a Monster to tackle
In Transfusion circle;
Donors to save their pints
Or get ready to be clients
For the fiercest legal battle
That could The Bones rattle
Of their counsels: Baker or Sawyer
Widely judged “The Best Lawyer!”
Still oiling The Aids chainsaw
Whose savagery is sure:
A body violating its symmetry
And flying it to the cemetery …
Ever, The Forerunner of Wrecked Gum
That never helps a tuneful hum,
The body of victims a Leopard’s
Whereas they’re rather bipeds …
Yet to send prostitution packing
But much of its thrill sacking.
Categories:
donors, anxiety, cry, death, health,
Form: Rhyme
If in doubt about what to do,
Start up yet another charity,
And ask donors to use their credit cards,
That should ease a conscience or two.
If in doubt about what to do,
Build an even bigger sports stadium,
That should take their mind off the housing shortage.
If in doubt about what to do,
Earmark millions for a purpose built children's playground,
Where they can exercise and lose weight after a hearty breakfast,
courtesy of the local food-bank.
If in doubt about what to do,
Put in another 50 kilometres of cycle way,
That can withstand a 1 in 100 year climatic event,
In a city that is wind pron and on a major fault line,
Lack of road maintenance funds will justify the project.
If in doubt about what to do,
Don't forget to smile,
As you usher in a new era of prosperity.
Categories:
donors, addiction, analogy, appreciation, art,
Form: Burlesque
I’m thinking we’re on a downhill slide
With self-aggrandizing politicians now,
Bloviating so self-assured and snide
Paying no attention to their campaign vow.
With an eye on their big monied donors,
They think little of their constituencies
Sometimes I think they are really stoners,
And need more prayer time on their knees.
written October 24, 2021
Categories:
donors, anger, how i feel,
Form: Rhyme
You never meant anything to me anyway.
If I twist my wrist and thrust it down,
I flick my hips and slip away.
If I smash my forearm into your grill,
this is how I get my thrill.
You never meant anything to me anyway.
I am just a player, playing for fun.
But when I begin to play for money,
I flick my hips and slip away.
Sometimes, brutality and reality collide.
Brothers and players stand side by side.
You never meant anything to me anyway.
Well-off fans and super-rich owners,
to the players, are nothing but donors.
I flick my hips and slip away.
The players always give their all,
but always are expendable.
You never meant anything to me anyway.
I flick my hips and slip away.
Categories:
donors, football, perspective, sports, word
Form: Villanelle
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