Republicans have a grand cause:
Exonerate all of Trump's flaws
But voters said, "Nix!"
To Trump's dirty tricks
By rejecting his Doctor Oz!
Dear Mr. Pound,
Your holiday in Italy
Has besmirched your legacy.
Your Cantos, they plead,
But don’t exonerate,
Not as far as I can see.
Dear Mr. Pound,
Did praise from Hemingway
Whet your narcissistic thirst?
As an ex-pat abroad,
Did you assimilate
What enlightened nations curse?
Dear Mr. Pound,
You made Il Duce smile.
There’s evidence that proves it.
Was your Republic of Utopia
Bi-polar by design?
Or was it simply hubris?
Dear Mr. Pound,
You strain my intellect
With your imagery of life,
And turn my conscience
Hard on itself
With a keen, dissecting knife.
Dear Mr. Pound,
Your lyrics sing to me,
But your politics offend.
You peddled fascist ideology.
If you want my true opinion,
I refuse to condescend.
"Consistency"
by: Eric L. Boddie
Contemplate, debate hate
Rate state magistrates
Mate great fates
Wait....date late
Deflate straight weight
Emancipate inmate traits
Dissipate irate gates
Indicate! Investigate! Litigate!
Incarcerate? Degradate? Incinerate?
Rejuvenate! Captivate! Demonstrate!
Innovate! Motivate! Fascinate!
Anticipate! Dedicate! Articulate!
Communicate....congratulate....exonerate
Infiltrate....penetrate....interrogate
Implicate! Detonate! Annihilate!
Separate? Segregate? Disintegrate!
Miscellaneous 4
Striking a Balance
Only 5% of the people like their jobs and live to work,
while the other 95% hate their jobs and work to live.
Tom
I consider myself to be a likable person,
otherwise I wouldn't enjoy my own company.
Tom
God, Sees What I Don't
The areas of my life where I have expertise,
God has chosen not to involve me.
Tom
Backsliders are like pigs; no sooner does God clean them up,
until they return to their wallow.
Tom
While all may seek forgiveness,
not all are enthused by the idea of payment in kind.
Tom
An excuse seeks to exonerate by justification,
reason provides an intellectual basis for the action in question.
Tom
As a kid, I thought Hickory trees,
were so named for the hickory switch.
Tom
Child abuse inflicts wounds that sutures cannot close.
Tom
1/8/04
I remember the silhouette
From her stares and gestures
How they gracefully slithered
Through minds and seasons
The silk in her demeanor
How it sucked un-weaved roughage
And tilted edges of dispositions
Until moments stood firm
She only had one niddle of hope
With locally done emotional textiles
She could have lived forever
If only her hands were bare
She could have sewn garments
With royal threads
Quilts for loyal beds
Where comrades built trust, love
She could have lived forever
If only her hands were bare
Tango with stubborn winds
There is no shore to kill the vibe
The ostrich won’t pitch on shores
There is no sand to bury its head
She could have lived forever
If only her lake was pregnant with sand
Mirrors on walls of her soul
Are romancing with the image of her sores
The silhouettes are too guilty
To cover her nakedness
Truth has too much scheme in its teeth
To exonerate her
Pieces of scattered words
With sharp points like broken glass
Will penetrate the skin of her life
As she kneels for a moment of grace
Maybe, just maybe
She might live forever
Margairetta I sing to you alone,
Within you rests my reprieve.
I beg forgiveness unbeknown,
I’m a wanton man who would deceive.
I plucked the petals of your life,
Destroying the beautiful flower that you were,
I created you as an invisible wife.
Someone who was not really there.
I loved your exquisite hands,
How you spent hours on your fingernails,
They were blood red and passionate pink brands,
I adored how you cared for all the details.
But I have murdered the child in you,
And found myself alone on a barren desert,
Unable to earn the forgiveness you knew,
Left only with my pain and hurt.
Can you ever exonerate my sin,
Can the rain wash away all strife,
Please calm the panther that is under my skin,
Please forgive me Margairetta, my life.
Margairetta I sing to you alone,
Within you rests my reprieve.
I beg forgiveness unbeknown,
I’m a wanton man who would deceive.
I plucked the petals of your life,
Destroying the beautiful flower that you were,
I created you as an invisible wife.
Someone who was not really there.
I loved your exquisite hands,
How you spent hours on your fingernails,
They were blood red and passionate pink brands,
I adored how you cared for all the details.
But I have murdered the child in you,
And found myself alone on a barren desert,
Unable to earn the forgiveness you knew,
Left only with my pain and hurt.
Can you ever exonerate my sin,
Can the rain wash away all strife,
Please calm the panther that is under my skin,
Please forgive me Margairetta, my life.
Margairetta I sing to you alone,
Within you rests my reprieve.
I beg forgiveness unbeknown,
I’m a wanton man who would deceive.
I plucked the petals of your life,
Destroying the beautiful flower that you were,
I created you as an invisible wife.
Someone who was not really there.
I loved your exquisite hands,
How you spent hours on your fingernails,
They were blood red and passionate pink brands,
I adored how you cared for all the details.
But I have murdered the child in you,
And found myself alone on a barren desert,
Unable to earn the forgiveness you knew,
Left only with my pain and hurt.
Can you ever exonerate my sin,
Can the rain wash away all strife,
Please calm the panther that is under my skin,
Please forgive me Margairetta, my life.
Many Poem Possibilities
In my mind are always poem possibilities;
To write each one God gave me the ability;
Will often use;
Never abuse,
And in them you will surely find sensibility.
Terrible unbearable parable
Opposition, condition, ammunition
Contemplation, compensation, creation
Involved, dissolved, revolved
Prepared, shared, compared and dared
Disguise, realize, stabilize
Exonerate, Humiliate, contemplate
Inundated, infuriated, stated
Hesitant, resistant, persistent, consistent
Vindicated, extrapolated, eradicated, vacated
Serenity, proximity, anonymity
Realizing, tantalizing, sermonizing, aggrandizing
Orevaricate, eradicate, emancipate
Cration of a variation from any situation
Regulate, strangulate, gestated
Promulgate, placate, indicate
Substantiate, instigate, expedite, premeditate
Mort to consider.
Jim Horn
Concealed behind an emotionless mask,
emptiness levies a terrible toll.
For to feel one fleeting moment of peace
you must sacrifice both body and soul.
Cringing all alone, wiping away tears:
you exonerate the cold edge of steel.
And lingering on the fringes of fear,
guilt, admonishes you for how you feel.
Shards of indifference cut into flesh:
and your inhibitions begin to fade.
For anticipating instant relief:
your expectations empower the blade.
With a vague awareness of your heartbeat:
you watch as crimson drops flow from your vein.
And anxiety speeds your throbbing pulse:
as cutting starts to numb, your greater pain.
A feeling of fragmentation follows:
as you crawl into what's left of your heart.
And sedated within its scarlet pool:
you gather each piece as it falls apart.
Wish I Was You
I can’t undo.
Things were already done.
I can’t even change
The world as it was
Mistakes could ruin.
Could uplift then somehow
Fame blinds people
But can never be me.
Wish I was you
To change the world
Build the righteous
Exonerate the wrong ones
Things those were dark,
Lights should before on.
Perish the bad ones
Create a better young one
Wish I was you
To make it possible
Build unison
In a place called world.
One day I will state officially
You have me unconditionally
This motion I will activate
Your love I won’t exonerate
I will keep you locked inside
My heart until i can decide
When it’s safe for me to share
These feelings i want to declare
For you that are growing deep
Wanting love to slowly seep
Inside your tender fragile heart
So you know right from the start
I promise to do this favor
Your love I will always savor
And not throw into the trash
Causing it to burn and crash
Like your last lover has done
Causing you to turn and run
Putting you through a bad strain
On your heart till it regains
The faith it needs to follow through
And believe my love is true
So I will just take my time
Till i can prove my love will shine
To brighten up your painful past
Showing that true love does last
I give what I want
l know what you need
I want what is best for you
I know what comes in the long term
I see what you don’t see
I create all
I care
I liberate
I exonerate
I alleviate
I vindicate
I orchestrate
Believe
Lord
Road to exile.
Boko Haram immigrants of hell,
nurtured to torture,
Bomb-tore people like vulture.
We all scared for our own fear,
Death,
that makes us all victim.
Just for a much smaller group or network.
It bothers me, in my inner mind,
how heartless a human can be,
heart more harder than the wildest beast.
who just turned devourer, for religion and illiteracy.
It bothers me less, knowing the time we are in,
The ruthless time of age,
the era John, reviled,
For only those who stand strong will be full of ecstatic.
They claim to be ignorant of Boko,
yet they made use of it,
They path this way, for all these Cock and Bull story.
Regardless of, we will exonerate.
Our faith in Christ Jesus will grow stronger,
For the Conqueror Peaceful Lamb,
Will slay the Perpetrators, with His rod.
Only then will the Crying Soul Rest.
Am I just afraid?
Judging the way I had lived,
Not only had I been a slave to sin,
But have been living in it.
Am I damned?
Not that I made a trade for fame,
But the things I have done in widows close,
Am timorous of what I am?
Am a philanderer?
Storming in lust,
Not that I what it that way,
But I just am.
Am I just confused?
Or have cherry-pick troubles?
Not for once had I had this occurrences,
But I was just there.
Am scared?
If I can just revolutionize,
I pray, God!
Just wondering if God will exonerate me?
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