Thinking about a reconciliation
With a girl l used to love and adore
But would be the same situation!
Just like how it used to be before,
Perhaps at times it was my limitasion?
But she always liked to lay down the law
If their were any topic of conversation
Now just seems to be so obscure
But thinking that shes my desternation
Is the reason why l'd always go back for!
Though l am told if no real explanation
Then how could what we have ever endure?
Not original version original verson felt too personal written mid 2014 about ex partner
Can you lie if they lay down the law
Or lay in wait for the lie
Some play the ball where it lies
Amidst the eggs the hens lay
Some laze about while lying
Others lie in wait for what lies ahead
Denying that they got layed
Because they are prone to lying
Ai is utilizing metadata to grow.
It is allowed to steal from others.
Red flag: Copyright ©? Infringement.
Why have you all not stopped this_?
You are feeding the machine destroying art.
“It is a machine, artificial.”
Yeah so are you and I would complain the same.
Some of us are not art-official.
Some of us are flawed.
Some of us are human.
If you post a single poem after reading this...
You are complicit in poetry’s downfall.
Humanity will fall slowly after.
Easy math, so what are you all doing_?
Just laying bent over a log waiting for a phallus,
fungus is already global, waited long enough.
Put your foot down, draw a line, and lay down the law.
Not that difficult, hard part I just did for you.
Back to Work... I have other matters to attend to.
You set the tone, you decide if it is a tool or your replacement.
No one else, grow up, it is time to stop being kittens.
Start being lions.
I would say good luck, you don't need it.
Just need to stand up, say enough is enough.
Tadah.
Panacea.
I am not nihilistic or cynical.
I have faith in the species, have faith in yourselves.
The gardener said once I’ve chopped down this tree
Perhaps I could tidy your bush for a fee
Where the girl hit him is covered in bandage
He’s stood in the dock charged with suggestive language
The gardener issued a not guilty plea
He said she had asked me to fell a big tree
But seemed to think I couldn't cope with just me
So I told her I had a big tool she should see
The judge pointed out that misplaced sexual chatter
In these modern times is a serious matter
Besides said the judge, once the tree had been downed
She asked you to work, not just stand around
But Judge, said the gardener, I’m not a linguist
I can’t speak like you because I’m not distinguished
Besides, when she said there’s a sign she wants hanging
I only said that might mean screwing and banging
I told her that later (and I’m not a fibber)
I might sow my seed when I get out my dibber
Don’t know what possessed her to go get a copper
When I was just standing there holding my chopper
Epilogue...
The judge said I’m going to lay down the law
(A young police woman tried not to guffaw)
I’ll hand you a sentence for what you have done
The girl shouted give him a really stiff one
pontification
plus narcissism ~whoa mule....
self-forgetfulness
pontification
[-'kaSH?n]
DEFINITION
noun form of pontificate
pontificate
[pontificate]
VERB
express one's opinions in a way considered annoyingly pompous and dogmatic.
"he was pontificating about art and history"
synonyms:
hold forth · expound · declaim · preach · lay down the law · [more]
(in the Roman Catholic Church) officiate as bishop, especially at Mass.
NOUN
(in the Roman Catholic Church) the office or tenure of pope or bishop.
Smash down those barriers..
And lay down the law.
Stand up for yourself..
And walk through that door.
You've been through so much..
And now is the right time.
Take a giant leap forward..
It's your time to shine.
You must always remember..
The lessons you've learned.
So hold your head high..
Your rewards are well earned.
It's your right to choose.
It's no love to lose.
Funny how life does go.
So, just say it's so.
Yes, she can't see it,
so step up and be it.
For one tender moment...
go on, embrace her -
you need to face her.
Feelings that you know -
not afraid to show.
When light does enter
deep in your center
where all of us glow.
Two hearts walk away,
so sad to say...
neither will say it.
No sense can sway it.
Becomes a cliche...
You just gotta
lay down the law
tell her, that's all.
Set aside your fear,
you should be so clear.
Time to take a chance
to claim your romance.
You've found your mate!
What you ought to do...
must see it all through.
It's your right to choose.
It's no love to lose.
Funny how life does go.
So, just say it's so.
Authority
Authority is a privilege
It is power mixed with rule
It’s control and domination
Oftentimes misused as tool
And when orders are not followed
When instruction is ignored
Then the charge will be defiance
Which will soon be underscored
For authority wants order
Yes, it will lay down the law
And expect your acquiescence
Whether or not given in awe
The subservient will prosper
When authority is fair
There will be no need for conflict
No dissension, no despair
Still authority is bias
Though much needed
It’s much scorned
But he who dares to disrespect it
Do not try it, you are warned!
Wendy Nipas
Old Tom was wrinkled
His face full of care
A military blazer
He'd always wear
Tom was a fighter
He'd boxed in the ring
He had gone to war
He'd fought for his King
His medals with pride
He always wore
In the pub of an evening
He'd lay down the law
Every November
He went on parade
He remembered his comrades
As a green wreath he laid
He talked about them
With a tear in his eye
Though he held it all back
He'd not openly cry
But last November he wasn't there
In the pub where he sat just an empty chair
So we will hear his stories no more
Of the battles he fought in the great war
Though he was always cadging a drink
We'll miss that stubborn old fellow I think
Though his outside was hard he was soft inside
And his chair has stayed empty
Since the day that he died
Three sheets in the wind
And rubbed the wrong way
By a fair weather friend
You must seize the day
Let your hair down
And lay down the law
Be the talk of the town
With your last hurrah
With all your high hopes
Few and far in between
Up against the ropes
Taking one for the team
Play your cards right
No guts no glory
Still High as a kite
The same old story
Raise up the oars,
get ready to row
Fiddy cents to a dollar,
start rocking the boat
Lay down the law,
be on the swivel scold
Fiddy cents to a dollar,
ropes are tightening throats
Don’t kill the messenger
bringing the bad news
Fiddy cents to a dollar,
you got nothing to lose
Night of the reaper,
death is on a grim prowl
Fiddy cents to a dollar,
your life has been sold out
Try to circle the square,
make bad geometry do good trig
Fiddy cents to a dollar,
Six feet ain’t deep enough to dig
Holla conspiracy loud,
as the cell door slams to your cage
Fiddy cents to a dollar,
new guineas be squealing with rage
Raise up the oars,
it’s a go on the freedom revolt
Fiddy cents to a dollar,
slaves are overturning the boat
There’s a charming woodland creature
reputed to be wise
With a knack for spotting problems
with their eager, clever eyes
Keen and daring to be different
Turning heads through all degrees
They love imparting knowledge
showing off their expertise
And in amongst their hunting
firmly grasped by bill and claw
they hold a sense of duty
and so, lay down the law
It’s a noisy messy process
full of screeching, piercing cries
Other creatures in the wood
watch on speechless with sad sighs
It can get a little rowdy
There’s ooos and aaas (and other vowels)
But in the end they get there
through a Parliament of Owls
And maybe they do know better
Maybe they have the brains
to get us through the problems
Either way - one fact remains:
You can’t ask them to be quiet -
to do so would be moot
For they couldn’t if they wanted
and they don’t - so let them hoot!
I feel like I’m blessed in this life by good eggs
But, of course, on occasion one’s rotten,
A good egg compares to a wine that has legs
The rare bad one is quickly forgotten.
A good egg just seems to slide down oh so nice
While a bad one will stick in your craw,
A good egg may offer some friendly advice
But a bad one will lay down the law.
A good egg departs just as smooth as it came
While a bad one can leave stomach churning,
Good eggs make you feel you’re on top of your game
While the bad make you doubt all your learning.
Yes nature and nurture both count it is true
But if you’re a “good egg,” count me grateful,
Good eggness depends on good choices by you
And it’s lack in the world can be fateful.
There’s really no way to forecast what you get
The “real proof” as they say “in the pudding,”
But luck comes most often to those who won’t quit
And who manage the time spent in brooding.
Long Tooth
July 3, 2016
Radiance, shining, illuminating translucency
sky's vast, expansive blue richoting and rivaling ocean views
loose limbs and bashful expression lay scattered across the placid sky
divinity fixed in a space unaffected by man
white clouds swirl, wrapping like ivy around golden gates.
Ultraviolent inferno lay below while serine holy oceans
of blue rain above. Raining fire and the rising phoenix of men collide
as Ouranos opens up to lay down the law of God.
conflicting and drifting of worlds, un-consecrated and pure entities that
will forever clash at the expense of humanity.
The F-Bomb has been replaced
As the naughtiest word in the english language
By this new extremely naughty four letter word
Yup! You guessed it... SNOW!!!
The notorious S-Bomb!
Parents shudder when their wee one utters it in public
Oh the shame of it all
The parents try so hard to bring their kids up
As upstanding, polite, law abiding little fellows
And then this... they feel like total failures
“I don't give an S-Bomb!” the little guy shouts out at the mall
The parents cringed with embarrassment
Another time he was heard to yell out at McDonald's
“I hate these S-Bombing Chicken McNuggets”
So now you see, punishment is definitely in order
The parents had to lay down the law...
“Go to your S-Bombing room!
You are not allowed to play on your X-Box
For a whole S-Bombing week”!
© Jack Ellison 2014
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