Is Harris is .a supporter of fracking ?
If she does Harris needs a good whacking.
She opposes the death penalty too
For the worst dregs of mankind what say you ?
And Harris states Bidenomics is a .success
De ipso facto Bidenomics is a mess.
And she supports the Cannabis Justice Act
A silver lined cloud for this Act that’s the fact.
On the other hand Harris supports Isreal
Treason ,a knife,bloodied .She can go to Hell.
If Harris’s plan is like Bidenomics too
America once again just got screwed.
A Harris economy that is great ?
America prospers and feels first rate.
And she will spend 5 billion on the homeless .
Tartuffe is a wet noodle. This plans a mess..
And Harris abandons homeless pets,not nice
A heart like ice; it is time to pay the price
California is where this dark deed was cast
Upon hearing this news i was aghast
And finally she supports the Green New Deal
And Green infrastructures a superb ideal
Categories:
ipso, america,
Form: Heroic Couplet
Man O’ Man can’t conquer the mother!
Hitherto, the quoth be gather.
To the havoc, thy avarice, foment;
The virulence is a channel of chastisement.
Man O’ Man can’t conquer the mother!
Hitherto, the quoth be gather.
The virulence is evil of discrete; say vox populi.
Is this matter fit to greet; nay Mehdi.
Man O’ Man can’t conquer the mother!
Hitherto, the quoth be gather.
Ipso facto, there will be a Jenner;
But the limbo, thence, ratifies the beginner.
Man O’ Man can’t conquer the mother!
Hitherto, the quoth be gather.
Categories:
ipso, god,
Form: Rhyme
Man O’ Man can’t conquer the mother!
Hitherto, the quoth be gather.
To the havoc, thy avarice, foment;
The virulence is a channel of chastisement.
Man O’ Man can’t conquer the mother!
Hitherto, the quoth be gather.
The virulence is evil of discrete; say vox populi.
Is this matter fit to greet; nay Mehdi.
Man O’ Man can’t conquer the mother!
Hitherto, the quoth be gather.
Ipso facto, there will be a Jenner;
But the limbo, thence, ratifies the beginner.
Man O’ Man can’t conquer the mother!
Hitherto, the quoth be gather.
Categories:
ipso, desire, emotions, humanity, metaphor,
Form: Rhyme
Not do bright after all
Glowing like a bulb
Covered way down deep in manure
Misrepresented and posing
as fertile soil
Backed up by so called expert
quasi intellectual bright sparks
types armed with clipboards
pie charts and endless statistics
To keep us all firmly in the dark
Using flattery as a conniving
erstwhile tool to make us all feel
Ipso - facto
De- facto
Tik - Tok - Toe
Aren't we therefore
Er- Go
Also so very , very smart as well
Categories:
ipso, slam,
Form: Free verse
Getting older it seemed I was losing my grip.
Glasses would tumble before I could sip!
There must be an angle.
If it just had a handle...
There's nary a slip 'twixt the cup and the lip!
Categories:
ipso, age, cute, drink, fun,
Form: Limerick
Democracy
and true freedom
—it’s a dirty business
(Dreamsleep: May, 2022)
Categories:
ipso, freedom,
Form: Free verse
An unreflective Bodhisattva
nods to the unwashed dishes.
Once again I seek my morning
liberation by ways of a dark libation
Next a phlegmy mantra
gummed through spongy lips.
“I sleep, I wake. I sleep, I wake”
The mug is perfunctorily rinsed,
the stains of past desires
ring the rim like hungry ghosts.
I am aware of not being aware.
Ipso facto: I am aware,
but only in the cracks
between random thoughts.
Sweetness comes in pink packets.
The sacraments are torn open
two at a time with habitual practice.
A Zen-like work,
by rote and thought-free.
The percolator bubbles a last breath.
Like the Tathagata, I am truly gone.
An arm pours black oozing bliss
Into my mug.
A beatific smile
escapes from grungy features.
Categories:
ipso, poetry,
Form: Free verse
"50 Words for Poe: cor unum"
"cor unum"
cor ad cor loquitur
confessio
crescente luce
de profundis
lux vitae lux
et lux in tenebris lucet
de nobis fabula narratur
fons vitae caritas
lux vitae lux
(LadyLabyrinth/2019)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=x8k9f88gEbE
et super omnia
ad te ipso sit tru
et deo
Categories:
ipso, i am, inspirational, journey,
Form: Free verse
If rectify means to right a wrong
Shouldn't singify mean to sing a song
Then again, there's the word, compose
Which would thereby be composify
Back to good old singify, which looks like
I can't spell signify...though I sincerely think
That singification should never replace song
Just as wrongification must never replace wrong...
For if so, ipso facto, a simple composition
Would turn into a composifiication --
Which would be as complexify is to complex
And complexification is to complexion --
You thought 'twas on me to write 'complexity'
~ 'Twould've nullified my rhymificationity...
January 27, 2019
Entry in "Failed Sonnet" Contest
Sponsors: Mo Howard and Larry Fine
Categories:
ipso, language, word play,
Form: Light Verse
A dentist was having no luck
Because Freddie’s teeth were so buck.
Clearly braces he’d need;
Dad and mom disagreed.
Every argument left them all stuck.
Freddie’s dentist did not intervene,
Giving simple advice – “Keep them clean.”
He deserves some acclaim;
Ipso facto, the same
Jutting teeth sang the lyrics of Queen.
January 10, 2019
Categories:
ipso, humor,
Form: Limerick
Be it day or night
ever open it is;
growing dark or bright,
The big eyes never cease.
Seeing all is Her might,
loosing not Her glance in the breeze
but only come to ireful weeping fright
for any drying sea.
Saints doth make it bright,
standing upright to their service,
all is but open to Her sight;
excluding not the secret phiz.
Something doth keep me straight
for bad upcoming peels off,
all like peels of yam
and free I always be as overflowing water.
What a revealer the BIG eyes is!
As slumber rides in man,
Never does it ride the BIG eyes
for they're but contrasts;
division of flesh and spirit.
The sun shines to the earth,
In open and secret it does;
The tranquil breeze breathe breath to earth
whistling a bit of the BIG eyes.
White and black deeds she sees
The bounty of actions from head to toe;
why do we not with conscience live
all going ipso facto.
Categories:
ipso, 6th grade, angel,
Form: Quatrain
Then father broke her thinking with rebuff.
"Shhh! You're talking to yourself. Everybody's
looking. They can hear. You're not saying Mass.
Be more respectful!"
And she complied, not wanting twice recuff.
‘Twas so, all gave her disapproval view.
Now she heard priest, not wanting make remuff.
Words came from missal people so well knew.
"In principio erat Verbum, et Verbum erat
apud Deum, et Deus erat Verbum. Hoc erat
in principio apud Deum. Omnia per ipsum
facta sunt; et sine ipso factum est
nihil, quod factum est: in ipso vita erat,
et vita erat lux hominum: et lux in
tenebris lucet, et tenebrae eam non
comprehenderunt."
Categories:
ipso, religious,
Form: Free verse
Of all the vices humanly known,
Death, you're the most cruel!
Beyond doubts you have always shown
How pleasurably in griefs you dwell.
And what is pathetic of you the most
Is your unrepentant untimeliness:
Too adept at making one's life a ghost
Subjected to shameless nakedness!
Ipso facto I cannot but accuse you
Of your partiality and misjudgement,
Which whether or not you agree is true,
I still wouldn't rescind my comment.
Yet it should never of me be said
That I have spoken at you too rudely
—Not when for you I have no such dread
That would make me act so cowardly!
"Every man his fears; Death, you're not my dread!"
Categories:
ipso, death,
Form: Rhyme
On fidelity
The heart, simplistic, gnawed if left exposed
Be covered, shuttered thus pinfold enclosed
Is certain that the fairer, man will draw
And ipso facto balance will restore
With ego’s filled to full capacity
That rip the very fabric; chastity
Categories:
ipso, emotions,
Form: Couplet
An eloquent stutterer he was,
whose anecdotes were luscious and true
he lived in the days of aesthetics,
but had no comeliness in size or stature;
His teachings were unadulterated and void of fallacy
Ipso facto he was condemned to the gallows,
he tasted of the legendary hemlock potion
And died before he lived.
Categories:
ipso, dedication, philosophy,
Form: Free verse
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