Trump
Racism
Chaos
Lawlessness
Incompetence
Lies
Inflation
War in Iran
Food and gas prices
Cheating
No accountability
Is this what you support?
If so you're part of the problem.
The truth is the truth nothing more....
I hold myself accountable for all I've said. How about you?
Something to think about.
Your silence is deafening,
As are the expressions you have yet to utter.
Ideas you mutter
Have fallen onto attentive ears,
One who hears
Conceptualizations you have yet to speak of
And notions you have only since dreamed of.
A supposition of love,
Perhaps not the state of being in love,
Leading to holding her above
The pedestal. For in this moment,
Her feet are too sterling
To be sullied by the dust
Left so carelessly on the plinth
That has yet been handled
Since the assumed maiden
Devastated your heart and abandoned it.
She left it vacant,
Allowing the new artisan to place gracefully
In her hand, the brush of crimson paint,
Renewing the color
That the crone thieved of you.
A warning is passed onto,
Sent so loudly
That your ears can't seem to
Indulge on the phrases.
Spells of dejection to offer many a protection,
Shouting to hold your deafening silences
And allow her to run mad.
For she can hear all that is unspoken,
Her understanding, unbroken,
But speaking it aloud
Leaves all emotions open.
The sun is sinking, low and gold,
a story's starting, yet untold.
The elephant is on the label,
but I'm the one struggling to be able.
It tastes like silk and velvet dreams,
or liquid gold and heavy creams.
One sip? One harmless kiss?
One bottle down? I am the hit-and-miss.
The glass is drained, the bottle light,
a gentle fog obscures my sight.
I see the elephant.
It stands calm and still...
While I surrender the heavy cost
for every velvet line I crossed.
The elephant in the room went out for a drive,
creating a scene in the scenic coastal town.
Large as a barge, roaming the hills and the valleys.
It was a bumpy road, mammoth and metastatic.
It was like letting the bees out of the honey hive.
Oh what the historic and stately place was shown.
Not normally seen, the victim from the alleys.
Causing accidents - it was briefly traumatic.
The elephant’s ride was towed and does now sit
out of sight. For his hide and tusk, it was quite a blow.
The elephant in the room, it was his last shot.
The affluent paid attention - for a time, it was quite dramatic.
By droves, as tanker-ton came through, they came out to see
the gray and stormy, with trunks and tusks, migrating.
His travails and luggage, his need for snacks, a barge -
the elephant in the room, they’d not allow a visit.
10/20/2022
end rhymes first two verses (drive, hive)
verse 3 rhymes with first words in verse 2 (sit, it)
with one exception.
verse 4 rhymes with first words in verse 1 (see, the)
In watching
the news coverage
Of the rising crime wave
There is one thing missing
Everyone skirts around it
No one wants to deal with it
No one wants to talk about it
No one wants to do anything else
The elephant in the room
GUNS
GUNS
GUNS
GUNS
MORE GUNS
GUNS FOR EVERYONE
NO LIMITS
NO LICENSE
GO GET A GUN
The result
More deaths
Guns kill people
That is what they
Are designed to do
That is the Buddha-nature
Of guns after all
So easy to pull the trigger
Blow someone away
Dead people tell no tales
MUST
GET
MY
GUN
The elephant in the room
Smiles
The NRA smiles
Their work is done.
She may be petite
or large...not the point;
Moms are Republicans;
she may have small feet...
or large – either way,
hurt their children
and they step heavy –
Democrats to-rue-the
day, they turned from
the peoples' good to
pay-to-play – the ultimate
maleficence. The Devil's
acolytes....
Some call me Mr. Trump
Some call me ex-president
To some I am a hero
I cater to the right
But I am just a puppet
Putin is the master
He really wants America to fall
No matter what the cost
One failed insurrection
And a hypocritical tweet for every occasion
Oh wait, I got banned
For inciting a riot
Thousands of Americans dead
Because I called COVID-19 a hoax
I bathe in a pool of blood
Calling veterans losers
My name is Mr. Trump
I lost my re-election
I had Twitter meltdowns every day
Until America proudly exclaimed, "YOU'RE FIRED!"
By: rontwigger
Never make believe that you do not see
That monstrous elephant in the room.
So you would be cleared in your doom,
Spread the sick beans of someone you'd never be.
Fuel not the system of, for and by the few
For you know it triggers so much pangs,
Pangs that are the offshoots of their angst
Would never ever be in your court I knew.
Keep calm in your fight against the enormous one
To be the epic victor of the world's history.
By not embracing the attitude of mercury,
You've subdued your foolish fears 'til the end's done.
Now, it's high time to take the elephant out.
In Hades where Lethean waters abound.
And have him drink until oblivion is found
While garbing his ivory tusk and trunked snout.
To my right, to my left,
the elephant in the room,
locking eyes, straight ahead,
doom...
doom...
doom.
A thousand spirits proclaimed it,
another dimensional shift,
verifiable frequency sustains it,
ascension at its best.
Even the best are trembling,
wondering of mankind's worth,
since they've been judged unworthy,
of the blessed planet of their birth.
They say modern man will decay,
that life will never be the same,
struggling with fear of what lies ahead,
such low frequency...
so many dead.
What I know, All I know,
is that God is Love
in complete perfection,
So I shall hold to him,
the source of all protection.
it was a dark november day
the clouds hanging ominous
time seeming to stand still
the sun long gone astray
in a dark most somber mood
we headed toward memorial hill
feeling quiet lost in deep in thought
facing our mortality each in solitude
one of so many funeral processions
more than we could have forgot
deported somehow somewhere away
friends and families unanswered questions
a grey hush falling over us
as we prefer not to make a fuss
politely refusing to discuss
that we all have a ticket on that bus
”We slowly drove he knew no haste” - Emily Dickinson
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
Submitted on February 15, 2020 for contest LINES TO AWAKEN YOUR MUSE sponsored by JOSEPH MAY - RANKED 3RD
have you ever heard a song
that all you can do is cry along
as the sadness of the sound
overwhelms...
not even really sure it's true
did it do to you what it intended to
rounding up
the elephant in the room
with a voice that cut's the diamonds edge
as what was said needed to be said
screaming what most of us whisper
3:39 with no time left
if he misses her then so do i
memories that seldom die
still some things to laugh about
dig deep enough and you will find that out
never once did i catch her name
even if i did nothing much would change
how we go out no one gets to choose
the elephant in the room
i've heard this song a dozen times
why this time did it make me cry
guess this time it brought along
some friends of mine long gone
after all after all of this
whose to say how long we have
and with what we have what will we do
with the elephant in the room
This poem refers to the song "Elephant" by Jason Isbell,
A song that often brings tears....
It also follows along to the tune.
I wake up in the morning, eat my bran and germ,
You know I'm pretty hungry, since I'm a pachyderm.
I have to write a poem, will hold the pencil with my trunk,
Better read up on style, courtesy of White and Strunk.
The poem, it must be just right, not too long nor brusque,
Yes that's right - you got it - then something about a tusk.
I may be big as writers go, but I'm smaller than a whale,
Away, pesky illiterate fly, I'll swish you with my tale.
Such a perfect morning, with tea so hot and sweet,
My poem will be playful, my prose light on its feet.
I've just one sheet of paper, but no worries, mate, no fears,
I'll pick up my trusty ink pen, and write upon my ears.
Can't see past the end of your nose reach out and feel, maybe a snake or a rope at least you be out of yourself and who knows touching things you may even find hope
Believe no word I say;
Just watch what I do.
No matter how I try
I can't hide it from you.
Ashamed of every bite,
I starve in your eyes.
But when you turn around
I choke on french fries.
I can't hide from the world
That pure ecstasy I feel when in my mouth I cram
A cream puff, a box of cereal, a gallon of ice cream, a tray of brownies...
I break!
My heart aches.
If I had the guts
I'd eat only my scrambled brains
And drink nothing but my curdled blood.
But I'm a coward
So to numb the pain
I devour my self-esteem,
Cover my eyes,
And avoid mirrors.
The larger I become
The less of me you see.
I blend into the room;
I become the couch.
Maybe this is what I hoped for,
But I don't know for sure.
I'm the elephant in the room--
I would leave this hell
But I don't fit through the door.
His steps are heavy
Yet he is invisible
The panic sets in
Take him for a walk
Leave him some where safe and sound
To find his own way
The grey, dreary, day
Sputtering and spurting now
Big crocodile tears
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