Worries they have none
Turning the country into poverty
Hush your lip
Isms aren't working
We cant talk freely here
They tell what is good for you
In this septic isle
We expect to listen to the expectancy of truth
we are the refrain
Pontificating people
They don't talk for me
And Labour has left out on emancipation
Disney Land has come to town
Who pays the Life guard
we are all drowning
Categories:
isms, anxiety,
Form: Free verse
Who is throwing at fans
is it the spinning fans
Or like beliebers
What if it’s a picture of 1000 words
What’s slack and why are you cutting it
the. hang re they get better
Do contortionist really try to help
I sat on a globe didn’t feel any happier
Are pots racist to kettles
What if you are on one of the other eight clouds
Who are these people hitting books, roads, bottles and sacks
All those years hitting nails on the side
The li r nes
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I’m selling broken puppets no strings attached
Got chased by some geese it was wild
Categories:
isms, poems,
Form: Free verse
To a new job, 5 days a week I go
Sigh. I wish my memory was not so slow
I get through most of the directions-- then...
I gotta ask-- what's the last thing (again) :O
Categories:
isms, confusion, how i feel,
Form: Rhyme
we all believe in realism,
some agree with Darwinism,
have all life forms evolved,
most problems unsolved,
some see life through a prism,
erupting into barbarism,
killing of young and old,
In such ways that leave us cold,
Communism capitalism fascism,
defined ideologies of demonism,
tribal leaders our minds they Mould,
to exaggerate their paper gold,
let's remove the shackles of skepticism,
our outlook must be optimism.
Categories:
isms, political,
Form: Rhyme
ISMS
Fear uncertainty and doubt always
Feign the greatest of clout
At times overwhelming and gregarious in stride
Seemingly vanquishes any semblance of pride
But from the ashes like a Phoenix we rise
Owning our faults so we can let them die
Standing tall looking at each other
Yea you are my sister and my brother
The dark force will always genuflect
At the alter of true sincere respect
Cast off the isms that strike a long shadow
Orient your sun so darkness is rendered fallow
And from the ashes like a Phoenix we fly
To the weaker souls not turning a blind eye
The kings ransom, the treasure trove
All to be had when hate is outgrown
You’re isms do nothing to others but fractionate
When the moral approach is to homogenate
To languish in denial and choose to forestall
Is to precipitate Americas last curtain call
And from the ashes like a Phoenix we rise
Righteously bent, all-embracing the sunrise
Deliverance is there for all to see
Embracing the truth is the way to be free
Categories:
isms, america, community, peace, political,
Form: Narrative
As we look back through History
Records will attest
Some famous quotes by famous folks
But I’ll tell you whose are best.
He’s a very famous player
From Baseballs Hall of Fame
Everybody knows him
Yogi Berra is his name.
His quotes - and there are many
Are really quite profound
And are used so very often
By baseball fans around.
When he spoke his “words of wisdom”
Humor was not the intent
Yogi said just what he thought
And knew exactly what he meant!
To give you some idea
Of quotes that Yogi spoke
I’ll tell you just a few of them
Remember - they're not jokes!
“You can observe a lot by watching”
Is one that comes to mind
“We made too many wrong mistakes”
Is another that I find.
“You look real cool” said a Mayors wife
When she saw Yogi’s brand new suit.
“You don’t look so hot yourself”
He replied looking quite astute.
"I didn't really say everything I said"
"Never answer an anonymous letter"
"It ain't over till it's over"
Good examples and they don't get any better.
Those are things that Yogi said
He has his own mystique.
Although there's other famous quotes
His are quite unique.
Categories:
isms, funny
Form: Rhyme
gnashed teeth
and battery flavored asbestos
& so open minded
that its fallen out
a Chernobyl sneeze
deteriorating
the gestalt
Categories:
isms, allegory, angst, political, sad,
Form: Free verse
belonging to one of many a School of Thought
one merely seconds the notion...
Notion...notioN...
NotioN -- echoes from a chasm
of mirrors which neither casts
an accurate image or sounds
quite the same.
if deemed a Perfect Soul --
by the imperfect souls --
one could create a new
School of Thought among the Remainders
and become another grain of sand
along the shore of the ocean of Communication
and Understanding which crests and flutters
with a god bitten amplitude.
(to appease the Machiavellian and atheist
with the idea of "god" before "bitten amplitude,"
one substitutes the notion with "limit" or "limitlessness.")
it goes on in a cycle to say
that communication
can either choose words for meaning
something -- limit --
or choose silence for meaning
everything -- limitlessness.
this the Epigone decides
where to lie among or over contradictions.
Categories:
isms, introspection, philosophy, visionary, ,
Form: Free verse