Met an eager charming panhandler today
His smile was unusually bright and gay
Hi he said with friendly eyes and big smile
I was on a jog, had gone about a mile
Hi yourself I sang out in a voice that rivaled his
He looked pleased, not understanding my tone or biz
Do you have some extra change? He asked me
I laughed and giggled and slapped one knee
Extra change. What does that mean? I asked
His face was not as Pollyanna-smiling-masked
Money you don’t need, dollars will do too
His expression was innocent, his eyes bright blue
A buck or five, twenty would be welcome and plenty
I laughed, amused tears at this begging bold ninny
These tears ran down my face and fell off my blouse
I could use your spare twenties, I told this blatant louse.
You are asking me for money? He said.
His eyes nearly leapt out of his head
If you don’t have a twenty, a hundred would do I replied.
The panhandler walked off, ignoring my gloat of pride.
Take your power women, and use it for good.
Remember the times that we suffered with no path to grow.
They made us work for free, and kill our children by abortion and lack of money to give birth.
They made us choose life or death, by failing to give us choices.
We needed free education, free universal daycare from birth forward, free support to help us grow.
They tricked us with words of love, yet they gloat when they tell others, they have no wife or children or lover.
They used us and sometimes abused us with tricks of love.
Sometimes they raped us, and laughed and failed to admit they put us on a negative life path.
Making our life trajectory become sad and depressed.
Remember the power within yourself, hold it close and remember the lost and the weak as you grow.
Faces may hide, the truth shall never go away,
No veil of lies can cover the light of right.
Gold can gloat but darkness gets in,
Because inside, the spirit shows its true power.
Evil, masked in false smiles, spreads its vilest odor,
And every bend in the road goodness has a mask.
Where accusations vent innocence is lost,
But lies can’t endure in dark shadows they protect.
A sifting breeze will shed the rest of everything,
Show their faces that used to live in the dark
Sleeper in the warren of the heart and whatever lies,
Truth will leave its imprint irrespective of the timelines.
So fear not
'If my poem touched your heart, please leave a comment ??”
or
“Your feedback is precious to me - please let me know how you liked it"
In battle little boys frantic
Shared their quotes with the Atlantic
So we can all note
About death they’d gloat
And Signal decay gigantic
Wait outside for the candle to melt down.
But outside is what they do!
Go to the store that exists.
Or maybe they have a song.
Over there.
I could have given them the pant leg.
I chewed off a few blades of grass.
Not the roots.
I have something to eat in my pocket.
Something like a crumb, that makes me anxious.
Waiting in line for the line to move forward.
I thought I heard the breeze but I didn’t.
The candle tried reaching out.
But melted as expected.
I am an evil scientist!
Who likes roller coasters.
Who likes wearing lab coats.
Who likes chewing his fingernails.
Who likes to wear pant legs as sleeves.
Who likes painting rocks.
He waited for a week.
There was nothing meek.
As he unraveled his lab coat.
There is no reason to gloat.
The experiment was like a wishing well.
It drowned us.
Turn on the air conditioning.
And that’s a good enough lesson for today.
To my vision; all around some very good poetry, here abounds.'
Many born from 1950s and 60s express thoughts; emotions. That inspire no less!. Who were taught; by those from the
1920s and thirtys..My conjectue? Now on old schools qualitys i
Feel.' I Sense and so will venture. How many realitys caused this
Nomenclature? from a period quite challenging.' Iitself i beleive' I see
A very different manner.? Much more regard; for each other; a homelife
very focused on' by a father and mother, prayer at class
And full cream milk in your glass, fights in the playground
Unill teachers intervened at last; the piggyback rides and climbing trees, algebra caligraohy and math by rote, if you please,
Respect for the elderly was rammed down your throat.' Maybe
All was not perfect.? And i do not gloat! Yet such rich yeilds' From these people, and their ideals' it comes to me' that in all this essence grew; in many nations that their
Wide world knew' as Christendom, am i in error? Or is this all; historically true?
As my soul floats in tensed darkness,
My heart beats in lifeless starkness,
A faint hope pierces my despair,
As my knees glued firm to prayer.
I soared with sour taste of my sores,
My favours, all burned to vapours,
Poverty beckoned with stern stare,
As my knees glued firm to prayer.
Friends stayed far to gloat my sorrow,
Night stretched long, no hope for morrow,
Sadness comes with relentless scare,
As my knees glued firm to prayer.
My spirit cried for God's favour,
His grace became my sole saviour,
Right from then I enjoyed his care,
As my knees glued firm to prayer.
R.S.V.P.
I read your note today.
You begged me to stay.
I needed to get away.
You asked for a reply.
I could only sigh.
I knew I would lie.
Tears blurred as I wrote.
My hand scribbled a note.
I didn’t want to gloat.
I knew I was right.
I wanted you out of my sight.
Because of all of your slights.
My response is in the mail.
Further pleas are to no avail.
I head out the door to ski in Vale.
Why Hello, I am Danger
I am a stiletto in the shadows, ready to slit your throat
Should you gloat about laws I broke
I am precariousness in a dress
Peril, hazard, and risk, I'm menace sitting on a fence
I will take you places you've never been
I'll tell you lies and make you believe in sin again.
I will make you comfortable
And then you shall fall ill
A demons day in madness kissed - still
Danger is my poison, Danger is my pill
Taunting you, haunting you
Daring you to take that terrifying step
Take a chance, hold your breath
If no one's looking - spin the wheel - make the deal
Mistress Death will tell you - kill to win - heh he heh
You guessed it Dangerous.
Riskiness and distress are best friends - a hot mess
With endangerment, there is entanglement
Both factors are a possible part of the experience
Mordacity, depravity, and the unsavory
All of these odious and delicious - found in the essence of Danger
Dubious unrest, a fear fest test, a chaotic crest
A mischance of a tense whisper portrayed as a treasonous event
Hellbound or heaven-sent
Just remember - it's me Danger
And I am Dangerous
And you fearless - Your soul yearns for me....
I’m Don McKitty and I need your vote
Your brave fearless leader, don’t make me gloat
Give me your order
And I’ll shut the border
Hold the lies and BS? I’ll make a note!
It's almost time for you to vote
Cast your ballot and do not gloat
It's time to put back
Our reproductive rights on track
Trump's MAGA is a farce, take note
A turncoat sheds his skin, like autumn leaves,
To don a new coat with many bright hues.
With a mask, and an overcoat for thieves,
For whom or what, when, his deceit may choose.
Once clad in virtue, now as a fraud dressed,
Hiding the old spots of truth frayed, faded,
That once for friends and loyalties professed,
Now remain as scars, torn and abraded.
He knows no truth, nor love, nor noble dream,
For chameleon's spots are insecure,
Flitting and feigning camouflaged esteem,
Beneath the coat of colored spots, impure.
Can a change of skin or spots on a coat,
Ever excuse a lying turncoat's gloat?
Rowing downstream is one of life’s grandest pleasures
while upstream’s difficulty is quite hard to measure
You’ve got to dip those oars in right tight to the boat
and if you're ahead of the current, make sure not to gloat
finances, romances and other current events..a trilogy, burying my beloved niece what a tragedy..overwhelmed but I refuse anything pharmaceutical,what else can go wrong..um spent!
put ah lil' sugar in it.
took a part-time job to help things out fell asleep on the highway last night,heck, I was tired. you holler it will make you resilient and strong..I holler for what I'm not an athlete, I'm not ah heavyweight um about to "pull my hair out"I can't even do that cause um baldheaded.
put ah lil' sugar in it.
there are those who gloat in my diabolical predicament,
put ah lil' sugar..
Angry Citizens
Tired of the sitting woke government, the fake
niceness and the depletion of Germanies
heavy industry, not to forget her sycophantic
behavior towards Israel, a far-right party has
emerged.
There has been dark plotting afoot by some of
the party members, namely a famous TV cook
a welder from Austria, a GP. an astrologer
and presumably a tealeaf reader
The plot was to kidnap the prime minister
parade him on TV in his North Korean hairpiece
the one he only uses at home, hitherto a family
secret, although there had been rumors
force feed him bratwurst, boiled potatoes
and chicken nuggets until he promised to end
his pathetic practices and make Germany
great again.
The would-be terrorists were caught there
will be a trial, but we sense they will be let off
with custodian sentence
"Only the heroic has the right to gloat.
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