The Trump administration
In its quest to shape the nation
Won’t be deterred by our collective groan
And will ban the word ‘homophone’.
“GOD ONLY INTENDED TWO TYPES OF PHONE;
THE CELLPHONE AND THE TELEPHONE
DEI WILL NOT EFFECT HOW WE CONVERSE
TO DO SO WOULD BE SIMPLY PERVERSE.”
In attempts to attack the woke
Trump and his goons go for broke
Trying to give the far right placation
With yet another example of mental masturbation.
In younger days, if in a rush,
I’d race right over frozen slush
Without a thought of danger there
Of which I should be made aware.
Yet nowadays, I view the street
When there’s been snow or hail or sleet
As someplace where such dangers hide,
I might be better off inside.
I’ll venture out, but take each step
So gingerly, without the pep
That usually propels my gait
Each day when I perambulate.
Around me, all the younger crowd
Still walk like doubt is not allowed,
Especially since city folk
Most always seem to go for broke.
At least I know that once the ice
Has melted, I will not think twice
Of moving with my normal strut,
No fear of falling on my butt.
journalist hours visit policy budget for all night viability of crime
the next debate was done
uncovering secrets of privacy violations is a job
violating pricacy of secret places we don't no well enough
is a policy writers wrong
for not being elsewhere or otherwise employed at the moment
all sorts of want ads are always awaiting the newspaper reader for innovative opportunity and adventure
back in the california worlds of different people
no questions are ready for the debate
infinite journalist objectives still the fix of debate
fact checking and rumination
all depressing and emotional ruin a despairing lust for life type of loser could want
endless hours of caffeine religion and madness
hard earned madness dealing with perception
too much options in the hidden dictionary lands of opinion pieces
and the like, go for broke and attempt living on a share of a dollar and a quarter in a lifetime
marching within a soul-less abbreviation of the subway ride to dinner, missing every chance to date the thing thats trendy. thats the malicious code of love i live with
#careermoves
life at times feels so hard
so much going against you
everything around you so dirty
looking for a filter to be true
Everywhere you look is clogged up
like all is blocked just like sin
effecting every strand of life
everywhere you look is in a spin
There must be more to life
this echo is heard all over the place
but only in eternal truth, this is found
in the holy scriptures, you receive grace
So get on these swim trunks
whether it's your breaststroke
or even to crawl be like a fish
give it your all, just go for broke
Your reward will be worth it
live for God always forever
leave behind that awful pollution
drink in the living water, now that's clever
(Quote:
"I feel like a fish out of polluted water" - Anon.)
Docked your own can it tote-n-land home
Locked unknown antidote to amp the mode
Clamped-n-sewn your stamp will show
Plan it slow in a long tramp you know
Boat the load and camp your stow
Go for broke to brand a glow
Sold your joke now stand-n-soak
Hold folk accountable and count your table
Don't poke a mountable route make a staple
Flow on ropes tight like cable
Low-n-behold a dangle blame angle
Won't hold me-n-strangle in a shame shamble
That’ll level the bevel playing field left disheveled
Hips shoveled as his groveled
It’s bliss behold miss molted
Changes skin manages kin
Estranges them bandages again
Rearranges agendas to gain
Free ranges attendance scars remain
Eerie chances dependence hard refrain
Flee dances of steep step stances
Weep wept lands won’t weaken plans
We keep kept cans to seep sunken strands
I'm skidding broadside,
in a cloud of smoke.
What an awesome ride,
as I go for broke.
This journey called life,
shouldn't be pretty.
Nor laden with strife,
just keep the gritty.
I'm totally fried,
what a wild ride!
~Johnnymac
This love once upon a time tasted so sweet,
Now it's tainted with betrayal and deceit
.
Shot in the back by friendly fire,
Trying to get thru to you is like preaching to the choir.
If you think about it, it's kind of funny like a joke,
It's a gamble let it ride go for broke.
Lying, cheating, hurting that’s all you know,
What you going to do come time to eat crow.
You never mentioned this is just a ride,
You destroyed my world when you turned the tide.
I did not until recently meet the inner beast,
Was not prepared for the energy it released.
You can't think on your feet you don't roll like that,
Want you to know you are not where it's at.
You turn it up and you turn it on when it benefits you
You’re a sexual energy a bolt from the blue.
TURBO1904 2021
Cup of Joe
Cut to the chase
Between a rock
And a hard place
Back to square one
Piece of cake
Dime a dozen
Truth is stranger than fiction
Cold turkey
Down and out
Down for the count
Down to Earth
Drawing a blank
Easy as pie
Eat my hat
Go for broke
Truth is stranger than fiction
Hands down
Happy as a clam
Hard pill to swallow
High and dry
Head over heels
Toe to toe
Truth is stranger than fiction.
Aim
Higher
Go for broke
Strive for greatness
And for glory in everything you do
Date written and posted: 09/14/2018
Quatrain #544:
PAIN
Pain wears deep strain in humble yoke,
Ask reprieve plain where hurts spark jokes;
Instruct complaint to bear with fact,
Note how restraint can go for broke!
~~~~~~~~~
Leon Enriquez
28 November 2016
Singapore
Heads or tails, your first chance was good luck catch flipped on your plate.
Second chance, a line and lure cast by providence, to re-jig your fate.
First chance was fortuitous, a flippant fling to go for broke with no bounds.
Second chance cherished, cautious, circumspect, knowing there are no re-bounds.
First go target and objective, only valued and missed, when cast fell short.
Second go more focused on outcome, with clear plan and path providing support.
Getting a second chance is a double or nothing bet,
That you can win a second time, using what your first chance loss, beget.
Went to the well and the well was dry
So what shall I do, oh me, oh my
My mind's in a quandary, what shall I do
I fear I've run dry, I haven't a clue
Is there some medication that I can take
My mind's in a dither for goodness sake
This surely can't be, I must go lie down
Will try a wee nap, my mind might rebound
Does this ever happen to you guys out there
Is this an affliction uncommon or rare
Will try it again gonna give it a shot
Gonna go for broke, give it all that I've got
So this should be easy, what rhymes with boy
It's uh... hang on... my heart's filled with joy
Hey, I think I'm finally back on the track
I'm saved, I'm saved, the old Jack is back
This smile on my kisser is here to stay
Unless once again my rhymes they do stray
It's a life or death issue so wish me good luck
Sorry about this, for being such a schmuck
I promise you friendlies from this day on
It's all copacetic and everything's calm
© Jack Ellison 2014
Winning contests pleases folk;
Losing makes ‘em shrug.
Write a lot and go for broke;
Get that writing bug.
Try new forms and have a blast;
Enter, have a ball.
Nothing wrong with coming last;
Laugh about it all.
for Joe’s I just can’t win contest
Using the 7/5 trochee, a form created by Andrea
I've just re-read my poem
of a pessimism groan
and re-Mark ed to my self inside
"hey man, where's yr pride?"
"Yo, Why you giving up?
before You drink the cup?
You know you'll never find
Her again - so grind
Yr teeth with gnash and resilience
and go for broke with brilliance,
cause if you let Her go
You may not ever know
Why She intrigues You very so
or why the Moon doth glow,
or why You tingle at her teeth
and what might be lying beneath
those Eyes that give You chills
and that heart She nearly kills
and slays with just One look
(like tiny tremors shook)
So, Hey Man, just see what happens next
before getting too complex
Cause I think she digs you too
That Girl, Kinshala Blue..."
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