My opponent will destroy democracy
But my opponent will normalize hypocrisy
My opponent pays hush money to whores
Well, my opponent snoozes in meetings and snores
My opponent’s in cahoots with radical progressives
But my opponent’s tax cuts are regressive
My opponent is in bed with Putin
Well, my opponent for Iran is rootin’
My opponent’s spending will stoke inflation
But my opponent’s plans will increase starvation
Enough! Stop! Cut! Halt!
It’s not all the other guy’s fault
All this negativity makes one thing clear
I’m voting for the first candidate I can cheer
Sky winks at the sandy Florida beach
In cahoots with the colder waves
Sun slipping out of this hemisphere
Gleeful laughter of chasing children
It has been a glorious day,
I stare at the sky, is she a premonition?
She gives nothing away,
Allowing my imagination to surmise…
Will this be the best day ever?
In my lifetime?
Possibly.
An evil warlock changed my vicissitudes on this horrible mean day.
It only took seconds, but he took all my power and confidence away.
I went from a woman to a purple dragon with red stripes you see.
He was in cahoots with an ogre who has always hated little ole me.
They transmuted me with abnormally joyful anticipation and jubilation.
I heard them cackling like old hen women, in fantastical celebration.
I was angry as hops, ready to do whatever damage I could do.
But they also gave me a loving heart, before they were through.
No matter how mean they were, I had to smile and be nice.
It was not easy for me to hate them, or fill my heart with ice.
I can do it Trixie yelled, ready to be whoever I wanted her to be.
She said we should throw the word vicissitudes back to Tennessee.
So Hank, this poem is for you, since you gave me that word.
I have written this poem twice, which was insanely absurd.
But the first time it disappeared from my computer, making me mad.
But thanks to this metamorphosis, I can neither get even or bad.
The weather is chill and pleasant
Diwali fervor is round the corner
Yet my soul is not in synch
My mind doesn’t budge to tyranny
Will there be a cracker of a time
When firecrackers are banished
No: age cannot wither her;
Nor custom stale; in her infinite glory
Goddess Lakshmi is supreme!
Despots on prowl for exploits
State in cahoots with alien drill
It isn’t the strength of enemy
It is about Hindu gone astray
Having an unholy union
Diwali is victory of good over evil
It is about destroying the wicked
It is against villains spewing venom
It dispels gloom and darkness!
The smoke from burning embers
In the stomach of a billion Hindu
Will soon balloon to a wrath
The impact of which will witness
“Narakasura” perishing soon
Satyabhama’s ire will cause fire.
Charred bodies will lay strewn
Casting ultimate indignity fo
vexatious brigands.
Diwali is the Festival of Lights
It is knowledge to counter ignorance
Diwali is a festival of hope and happiness
It rings in prosperity to all
A very colorful event that
Usher cheer in people’s life!
I Know why the Paged Word Zings
I am the boss word jumps onto the page
Smearing herself around in a messy way
Doing back floats on the crisp white canvas
Daring the writer to stop her if he can
In cahoots with the muse who is
secretly behind it all.
The word that throws herself onto this page
Does not see any worth in the writer at all
A poet? She scoffs, giving you no kudos or snaps.
She takes a nap in the middle, so the pen cannot move
And she cares not for your ideas or groove.
The word may turn enthusiastic and write a word or two.
But it has to be her way, no one else’s.
Don’t be angry, sad, confused or blue.
That delights the word, and she rings with true.
Loving it that she has confounded and irritated you.
Written 1-04-2021
Contest: Parody of a Famous Poem
Sponsor: L. Milton Hankins
Silence is not quiet sometimes it is louder than speech,
Telling of anger and dismay though it's the wrong way to teach,
Voices are used in cahoots with sound,
Properly used emotions may be unwound,
Understandings become common the latter become rare,
Expressing emotions can be difficult to share,
1 part speech to 1 part feeling,
Give time to process and time for healing,
When the day comes and you are face to face,
Take a deep breath and handle with grace,
Being grown up is often not fun,
Regardless there are things that just MUST be done.
devoted to the sea of love or kisses harpooned upon the darkest lips
or just the sea, midnight blue that seaweed wraps, cocoons,
two lovers in lovers art. the moon in cahoots with ebb and flow
and flowers tangled in her hair, but who cares about timeless fantasy,
fantastical that you are mine, in body gently heating or cooling,
lifting with the frangipani breeze and tender oceanic salt. our derrières
exposed and blossoms of foam frolic, rising, falling, frenetically sliding,
eyes closed in momentum’s meditation. the sea...the sea...the sea,
explains the utterance of moaning lips, softly playing in lyrical colorwash.
1/6/2020
Brenda Chiri’s Picture Prompt Poetry Contest
In humans narcissity, indifferent continually partly?
Caring effacing cursing raving
In-continuity..' Maybe? Am I trite?
Light entertainment;T V trials expose's
Speak of sensuality, tease by promiscuity
In a questionable proximity a proxy place
An invisible divide.. Presides rabidity
This is a worn; worm eaten valuless society
That only wants the best for me for you 'so true'
A mark a chip broken mugs, cheer for the
Equality, women fighting like men, tattoss are
A freedom sign? Like the dark aged picts did
Twee do now.' 'meow meow' only the best we celebrate
Till they are unmasked, by the ones so tasked
They are dragged to the courts, where they find
Co-horts; in cahoots with the nobility of sleaze above the judicary
How can they jail these.?
One thing seperates them
Unproven acts, un-found out facts
Without a shadow of doubt.'
Time has the truest shoutout.'
Your vote's not a privilege, it's a right;
earned through the sacrifice of blood and tears.
And cast in private, it's the only light
you have to highlight your concerns and fears.
Your vote gives you a voice amidst your peers:
utilize it before it disappears.
Look at what is occurring around you;
politicians in cahoots with cutthroats.
Spreading lies, until no one knows what's true,
the wealthy are manipulating votes.
Using smug smiles and charming anecdotes:
grifters have us pay for their jets and boats.
Your ballot is cast in a voting booth,
where only you see the choices you make.
Political ploys impact today's youth,
for it's their future and freedoms at stake.
There are no guarantees in a handshake,
and billionaires don't rate a tax break.
Before you lose your rights, get out and vote:
power poisons; your vote's the antidote.
Any good judge and jury would convict me
Slam the door shut, toss out the key
High crimes and misdemeanors in the first degree
Caught in cahoots with poetry
Armed with pen and paper in hand
Stealing from me all that I have
Until my muse says there's nothing left
Empty's the till inside my pounding head
I'll sing like a stool pigeon in the hot seat
In a police line up I'll point out the poetry
Say that's the one that did this to me
The one with the sly smile and rhyme in his teeth
I'll throw myself on the mercy of the court
Plead insanity as I cackle and cough
To tell the truth if you only knew
That last statement is not too far off
Once upon a time an esoteric rhyme
poked through space-time into the sublime
Conjured by a reclusive alchemist
and a phenomenal fabulist
Then there was the hairy apothecary
in cahoots with the counterrevolutionary
Simultaneously exhorting the masses
To disrupt and unify the classes
All while the medicine man full of adrenaline
Examines a frightened specimen
A shaman's apprentice not ready for the rites
Given to all witch doctor neophytes
Back to the prose invoked by the magus
and the prevaricator of the ages
Such a set of verses was forever hidden
The threat of these curses was ever forbidden
It does not make any sense
to go beyond, where the road ends.
He was searching the meaning
of life. Moving out of comfort zone
to Roman cave.
Émigré to chessboard,
he will stop pushing the game.
But what about the demons?
sitting on my chest, in cahoots with the nails ?
Somebody walks into assassin’s
trap. Somebody’s bread does not
reach the home.
A child will ask, when my
father will return ? There was no answer.
The tide has brought back
the ashes.
Satish Verma
My Big Dreams
sleep on the wings of saints.
They become vaporous
and airborne
colliding with
baptismal raindrops
balancing themselves
on a million
patterned snowflakes
to only then slip, slither
and snuggle
into the bosoms
of future white rosebuds.
Burning dreams
glitter in cahoots with Polaris
creating a brouhaha
loud enough to wake the dead.
Their dressing rooms
may be seen in the tunnels
of L. Frank Baum's
ebon cyclones
or possibly meandering
between the fragmented lines
of a Lewis Carroll novel.
Carefree and capricious
I see them
listening to the silence
near twilight;
secretly conversing
with rainbows at dawn.
Those precocious pixies
seeing me laugh aloud
during unexpected sun showers;
as I gleefully observe
a smattering of umbrella-less fools
being gloriously
splashed and plunked by
My Big Dreams.
haibun
her heart's overwhelmed
as her Valentine returns
from Afghanistan
In cahoots with the local mailman, Airman Louis Patrillos hides out-of-sight as the postman returns the special valentine his wife had sent him. Then quickly Lou appears, announcing, "Honey, I'm Home!" just as she bursts into tears.
.
There once was a lawyer on the hook
For being in cahoots with the crook
The crook was set free
By making a plea
But the lawyer was hit by the book
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