I have a story to tell
How they lived well in the dark age
How freely people studied as a sage
That school wasn't a hell
There was a time
A time when the cheers are true
When everyone is duly sublime
With care far to reach the blue
I have some views to question
All comes out of my suggestion
Why has it become early to school?
Can't there be evening classes so cool?
We all have changes to make
To design a story of our take
In the aqua aura process, grace sees to live
It savoir the best regards for love
Whence unreturnable love is a good night
And chaos greets it good morning; it alerts fright
I know people peopled evil
Plans so disaster don't make themselves
What if earth is empty ?
Can it be this seeming ambiguous in its duty.
Unbearable to some,
Hanging over their collars.
Taking onto challenges that come,
Makes many see it a better ground for scholars.
Growing wings,
Impeaching kings.
But it used to be after the death of one,
Comes another at his turn.
Moments of change
Picture itself strange
Categories:
impeaching, abuse, africa, age, culture,
Form: Rhyme
Gardeners and farmers know better
than to feed and water the weeds.
Psychologists and sociologists agree,
best way to manage an unrepentant narcissist
is to ignore him
and his ego-privileged run-away lose/lose habits,
addictions,
ranting paranoia.
Political scientists might learn from their experience,
we need not further inflame nationalistic cynicism about remaining hope
for global health
through actively impeaching already soiled
and transparently corrupted nationalistic
supremacist behaviors.
Sins meriting excommunication are most likely to implode
from within when not fed
or watered,
when the cameras and microphones simply aren't turned on anymore,
when actively ignored
and shunned by all victims,
prey of encroaching,
marching militaristic weeds.
Categories:
impeaching, garden, health, integrity, mental
Form: Political Verse
Contracts Trump Had Been Breeching
Many contracts he had been breeching,
Lies and stories, Trump was preaching;
Always unsure,
And immature;
For poor performance be impeaching.
Jim Horn
Categories:
impeaching, allegory, analogy,
Form: Limerick
Aww love sweet love, is there anything finer
Than to snuggle and cuddle and coo
No need to be coherent or form real words
Your moaning will create the mood
You really could be quoting last night's results
Of the latest big-time sports events
Could even be reporting on a horrendous fire
Or a country impeaching a president
In the midst of each torrid lovemaking session
All else becomes actually secondary
Until that big moment, that moment so sublime
And it ends up as anything but ordinary
Now this is reality, have I kidded you before
When it comes right down to the basics
Everything's about satisfying our personal pleasures
And creating our own little oasis
Categories:
impeaching, cheer up,
Form: Rhyme
His passion for power weighs heavy
on his heart forging his decisions.
And he attacks sane politicians
leaking “fake news” out to depose him.
The whole world’s waiting for him to fall
yet none question his authority.
For thanks to Russian interference
he won the electoral college.
Pacified by his gulf courses and
costly toys He maintains his image.
Yet they can't disguise the fact he lives
in an extravagant gilded cage.
His will’s enforced with merciless might
squashing any signs of rebellion.
For he rules with a iron hard fist
unchecked by the glove of compassion.
Trust's a luxury he can't afford
it could cost him the price of office.
And truth is simply nonexistent
in his quiver of indulgent whims.
Time is the ultimate crucible
impeaching his credibility.
And changing him incrementally
until there’s nothing left but a clown.
He’s the alpha and the omega
war and terror are his to command.
And he is the harbinger of death
don't mistake him for anything less.
Categories:
impeaching, appreciation, bullying, character, culture,
Form: Blank verse
To the beautiful Ella, Aunt Karen is teaching
Displaying how to play, the ukulele.. Ella is eager, she is reaching
And with every strum - a youthful new talent is breaching
Intriguing her with melodious sounds, to her, the tone is preaching
She resonates to the harmonized beats, that her soul is not impeaching
03/21/16
Picture #2
Categories:
impeaching, family, happiness, love, meaningful,
Form: Monorhyme
GANGSTER’S MOLL
The gangster’s moll now exists
Beyond the proffered film season
Impeaching authorised fiction
With cries, and real tears. For
She and the boss presumably didn’t care
To penetrate the mysterious body
Of God in the Universe, preferring
Hot shots, to the ultimate betrayal.
Of people they grew up with, she doesn’t tease
The short-circuit of big questions, just shrugs
And accepts his disappearance, like cash
Running in and out of a wallet.
Doesn’t take it to heart or too hard,
But she’s praying to get the kids’ hands off the gun.
(c) Rosemarie Rowley
From IN MEMORY OF HER
Categories:
impeaching, class, identity, universe,
Form: Sonnet
Aww love sweet love, is there anything finer
Than to snuggle and cuddle and coo
Don't need to be coherent or form real words
Your moaning will create the mood
You actually could be quoting last night's results
Of the latest big time sports events
Could even be reporting on a horrendous fire
Or a country impeaching a president
In the midst of each torrid lovemaking session
All else really becomes quite secondary
Until that big moment, that moment so sublime
And it ends up as anything but ordinary
Now this is reality, have I tried to kid you before
When it comes right down to the basics
Everything's about satisfying our personal pleasures
And creating our own little oasis
© Jack Ellison 2014
Categories:
impeaching, happiness, love, , sweet
Form: Quatrain