Knock knock.. us all in a state of shock
Facing racing against a time bomb clock
Tick tock our great leaders in the dock
Should and could have got more stock
Too late fate due to Hormuz strait block
Missiles rock Iran but they clock their glock
As Kiwi folks to the petrol pumps do flock
Knowing we're going to be seriously in hock
Must mock Luxon & Willis with their crock
In their mouths forcefully placing that sock
Throw away the keys after turning the lock
My anger grips my heart with hands of ice;
Cold fury makes my brow burn and perspire.
The things of value, things that have no price
Are being trashed and thrown into the fire.
False promises are being made by liars
Who know full well they set out to deceive,
To drag those who speak sense into the mire,
While persecuting those who still believe
That history is not a leaking sieve,
That some things are still solid as the rock
Of ages that we cannot, must not, leave
Or we will put our legacy in hock.
A mountainside is more than just one stone;
Show me, mountain, that I’m not alone.
Thoughts, they float on rivers,
they roam anywhere at all,
a joyful heart has risen,
invitation from the dawn,
misty eye reflection caught,
on early morning camera,
picture this upon a bridge,
today I dream waterfalls,
lucid skyline mental prompt,
motive in the dna,
my smartphone wake-up,
idle day on pushcart,
learning to relax a while,
entering a strange carnival,
droll oppidan bounceback,
applied to lax sojourn,
my mind has cache,
in hock to laissez-faire,
awestruck flamboyant spot,
indulging every reverie throughout
The gentleman turned to me distraught;
I couldn’t believe what I was hearing,
“Had to park my wheels, can’t pay my bills.”
Another victim of a repeating pattern,
back to our old ways we learned nothing;
Imagine briefly if the drivers weren’t there;
Systematic financial slaughter
unable to keep their trucks moving;
Left in hock those holding a CDL license;
Sure the highways would be luxurious,
no slow down to get where you’re going;
Empty roads with markets left out of stock;
Traffic in the big city’s non existent;
Society has become weak and lies dying
as tractor trailers fill up salvage lots;
The big picture is a whole lot darker,
A slow crawl as the world’s stalling;
Humanity decimated by a truck famine.
we heard that sammy
had a mother called mammy
won grammy in miami
button and button
after we had gone hunting
who has the button
we started to search
in a place where he would perch
on bench made of birch
were with many fears
they even had bought some steers
after rounds of beers
money disappears
when their twilight nears
in hock up to ears
you should see long spears
they did use to kill a deer
poor at changing gears
Seems companies are betting big
on real estate in the metaverse…
I cannot possibly surmise
an investment in a scheme that’s worse.
Perhaps you’d like an NFT?
Afraid it’s all fungible to me…
Or maybe cryptocurrency?
Once again, it seems all Greek to me.
Give me some land to plant my feet;
vegetables in a garden sweet.
Some borrow to reduce the shock;
I’ll stick to cash and not go in hock.
I know I’m an old-fashioned guy,
and probably more so when I die…
So I’ll invest in my grandkids,
hope when I pass that they say, “He did!”
Why despair
Instead repair
Wherefore cry
Tomorrow's nigh
In hock or shock
Don't sweat just yet
It'll happen for you
There's luck all over
Near the Cliffs of Dover
Sits your four-leaf clover
If not in a Parisian Cafe
Or down Acapulco Way
Perchance by Monterey Bay
Face up on a California quay
Just think of me
When your ship comes in
Of how happy I'll be
That you lit up my grin
Hiding behind his writing,
he went from day to day
Whispering memories from yesterday’s past,
the truth in disarray
Buried in moments now borrowed,
the clock running shorter than long
All words out on pawn, tomorrow in hock
—his message forgotten and gone
(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2019)
Being Sold Down the River?
Near 80 years ago it has been
Another Jerk wanted to make his country great again
America first has been used before
It was a commie ploy to keep the U.S. out of the War
Over 6 million Jews were gassed or shot
Who’s going to end up in his burial plot?
Both started out with the same trend
Replace everyone with family and friend
They will do and say anything for power
This one wants to rule from his Ivory Tower
Don’t worry about fighting with the NRA
He will make sure there’s nothing to take away
We are being sold out by being in his trance
Wakeup or learn that funny little Russian dance
Take your money and buy Vodka stock
That way you might not be in hock
Learn to speak Russian and don’t fail
For I hear its cold in a Siberian jail
Keep your mouth shut and speak not
If you speak out, you could be shot
Elections will be no more
It doesn’t matter who you vote for.
2/28/2018
By: Sonny Roper a retired U.S. Navy military veteran
and moi (me)
Please, slap the cook and test the meal-
the farmer’s shocked, that he’s in hock,
For the cook taught the pig to steal.
Please, slap the cook and test the meal
The pig got caught now things are hot
The cook killed pig for he did squeal
Please, slap that cook and eat the meal
the farmer’s shocked, that he’s in hock,
Tom turkey must now seal the deal
for the cook taught the pig to steal.
I'll be happy to be a leprechaun
That silly green hat will be worn.
If ye share yer pot of gold with me
A leprechaun I'll be happy to be.
I'll buy ye a pint of the black stuff
More if that's not enough
If ye give me a gold coin or three
A pint of the black stuff I'll buy ye.
I'll swear an oath on me shamrock
Put all I own in hock
If only ye will give me a share
On me shamrock an oath I'll swear.
I am Irish and from the emerald isle
That's a guarantee to make ye smile
Leprechaun grant me this one wish
From the emerald isle and I am Irish.
I'll drive you to Dublin's fair city
Where the girls are so pretty
You can have colcannon and stew
To Dublin's fair city i'll drive you.
Come home with me and vent yer spleen
Upon me very sweet Colleen
Then i'll escort ye to the infirmary
Vent yer spleen and come home with me.
Swap quantrains. Lets see what you've got.
Contest of Andrea Dietrich .
Listed as quantrain form.
I ain't surprised by anything I hear on the news nowadays!
The way the gov'mint is bein' run just leaves me in a daze!
This mornin' I heard another of Obama's schemes has gone sour!
Seems that this lulu will add more to China's balance of power!
His stim-scheme gave millions to the A123 Systems Company in Michigan,
To make batteries for hybrid autos - his much-touted transportation plan!
He boasted to workers that this would fuel the economy for years to come,
Yet, it seems the place has gone south and its operations will succumb!
'Tis well-known that we are in hock to the Chinese for a ton of bucks,
And here is the irony of the sorry scheme and a most important crux;
China is buying the place with our money - the whole kit and caboodle!
American taxpayers are left holding the bag - not worth a Chinese noodle!
You won't find this story on MSNBC, CNN or CBS - only on Fox News!
Other media will support Barak no matter what, spewing their biased views!
Hey! That's our hard-earned tax money you're blowin' Barak Hussein!
Are you gonna cut your wasteful spendin'? We're waitin' for you to explain!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
Brought U up 2 know right from WRONG
Was hard on U so you’d B STRONG
Looked up 1 day & U was GONE
Chasin Raw Dollaz, go getta getting ON
Somebody told me U got crossed at the SPOT
One drop of a dime & the Block got HOT
Held back my tears, got ova the SHOCK
Swallowed my fears, put my jewels in HOCK
I know at first it was done for ME
That’s why I come to set U FREE
So U may Repent B4 U enter a PLEA
Face the consequence multiplied by THREE
I got this feeling this may Be my DOIN
2 hard on U coulda lead to yo RUIN
My bad lil one I didn’t KNOW
I held so much love I failed to SHOW
U needed yo Momma, it makes me SAD
I worked all nite, neva knew yo DAD
But you’ll be A’ite, give it time you’ll SEE
It’z hard to admit but U a beast like ME
Datz why I accept U 4 who U ARE
A man, A Felon, My Sun, My STAR
Carolyn Devonshire
Sunny day golden locks
Friends till the end or in hock
Cheery jewels and holly socks
Entertain us with your verse
Until they take us away in a hearse
Poetess the mostest and a lovely hostess
Holiday with a snowflake princess
Thank you for my lovely cheering wishes
Surprised me into a better day!!
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