Libs Poems | Examples

I miss you

I miss you now, miss the scent of your perfume smeared all over my body, just after hugging you tight, feeling our heart signals jamming frequencies around us, miss the melting moisture your hands catches whenever I caress you fingers, I miss the slowly dying feeling of my spine when you sooths your silky soft fingers on my back, miss you now,
I miss the raging flames running in my body streams, whenever you lay your seductive libs on my neck, I mean, the drying marros in my bones, the flashing blank spots in my brain, miss the velocity of my pulse, racing so fast, distributing shivers all over my body, miss you now,

I miss the sound of your voice, as you whisper indistinct words of love in my left ear, I mean, the vibrations in your tone, as they forge their ways into my eardrums, I could sense my body ports, shutting one after the other, miss the pure reflection of me whenever you open your eyes, trapped inside those beautiful eyes, miss the warmth in your laughter, whenever I crack jokes with you, MISS YOU

Politics part 3

Electoral pact Liberal Democrats
what is the need is for them
other than cleaner water
Sectarian Politics in Labour hinterlands
losing 4 seats
bodes ill for them
and the Reform Party promise to rupture them in 2029

Greens, Libs and Reform
point to PR
the pressure is on

And the Tory Party will take years to recover
after going through a civil  war
They have lost the people's trust
as the tax cutting party

Politics in turmoil
that's where the future lies
no more uncertainties

Not in Iran, You Don't

   Quick with a quip
     glib with ad-libs
   She had the gift of gab

   A commonplace beautician
     she had dreams and ambition
   ‘Til one day she removed her hijab

Why You Don'T Cry

Destroyed cosy inquisitioned in light
    Detective sun floods roof lifted abode
    Harsh ray revelation, shark menace bite
    Adrenaline daggers stab at forbode


    Fireplace safe scaffold coughs in sunken fog
    Flight frantic response compels departure
    Haggard recognition, choked chimney smog
    Accumulates lump lung coal disaster

    
    Sorrow will slow her, solo is her plight
    Spat at offers smoulder in disregard
    Heroine rejects, chest prison gate tight
    Ashes of apathy, bleeding heart barred
    

    Swift blow attack ad libs a survivor
    Merciless evacuee manuevres




    29th May

Once Upon a Time When a Bat Eater Ruled the World

Once upon a time:
a wet market bat eater
turned humanity into mask wearing
double ply paper hoarding survivalist.
Rapist and assorted ogres were being set free
making room for citizens cuffed for walking beaches
san fran libs gave free housing to convicts and druggies
while teachers lived in vans and cars like degreeless hippies...

PEOPLE! this is just a glimpse of what is to come
what happens when a rogue sets off a dirty bomb
millions of desperados will be displaced overnight
they'll disperse into the gun stripped suburbs
frantically -hungry-dirty minded
willing to snuff your life
for a little grub and 
a sparkling behind
"crazy" preppers
were oh-so right...
once upon a time.

The Day the World Stopped

Everything was so chaotic,
People were idiotic.
Nothing was the same,
All the libs claimed Trump was to blame.
Just about all the stores
Had to close all their doors.
There was no toilet paper to be found,
And all of the people were frowned.
The government began to scream,
Which became a common theme.
BE SMART!
STAY SIX FEET APART!
But the people would not listen,
There was so much contention.
People were not allowed to touch or hug,
Researchers were working as fast as they could to find a drug.
Then one day there was a stay-at-home order,
And all the people were no longer striving to cross the border.
Since there wasn’t the usual hustle and bustle,
The world didn’t have so much as a rustle.
Seismologist noticed the vibrations of the earth were gone,
Everyone began to say, “is this a new dawn”?
The earth began to stand still,
And many people were asking, “was this all real?”
What could this all mean?
It has never before been seen.
Prayer became the new norm,
THIS WAS THE CALM BEFORE THE STORM!
©Deborah L. Miller

How I See It - Libs Vs Cons

How I See It (Libs Vs. Cons)

Both hate 'Christ's News;' Both hate World's pain
And dream 'they' hate sin in this World.
Where Libs send food, and Con's send jail
To 'poor' their way, it's how both fail.

Cons 'know' their RIGHT, wage righteous wars,
Conserve God's gifts to feed the whores
That they create (their lust's to feel!)
Should whores not starve, is largess real?

What 'right' DISTRIBUTES other's wealth?
The Libs seek 'brotherhood' by stealth,
Both 'make' world 'better' passing laws,
(Clandestine 'truth' can serve Christ's cause?)

Are all men q****r? Is that the truth?
I swear to God, my butt's not 'Ruth!'
Is slave's sex love you'd force or give?
Might Global Warming be God's sieve

To separate what's coarse from fine?
Some humor's here, almost divine!
We judge ourselves, ignore the cost
Of doing so. God's Love is lost!

We hate our siblings (as we should)
For sinful souls can do no good
Not born of God! All else is hate!
Man's Bliss is to ejaculate.


Brian Johnston
26th of July in 2019

De Vose Dilemma

George Washington could not tell a lie
"Honest Abe" was too honest to die
Donald Trump ad-libs
Incredible fibs
Leaving schoolchildren to wonder why 

Our POTUS is really a jerk
His tweets are a childish smug smirk
To Trump's lasting shame
His management's lame
Its teamwork that makes the team work!

A Nation's Nightmare

He's off-the-wall
Unprecedented gall
A human catcall

Sins and grins
Feels no chagrin
Conscience of tin

Lies and fibs
Speaks in mad-libs
Smack in the ribs

Text and tweets
Clumsily browbeats
Brutally mistreats

It's no joke
Hatred's unyoked
Violence stoked

Is he secretly rootin'
For another shootin'?
  ~ So is Putin

Politician Perdition

POLITICIAN PERDITION

Do you find yourself analytical
When it comes to things political
Corpulent men in suits and ties
Cheat with promises and lies

With true intent we go to vote
To make choice of ass or goat
Labor, Nationals, Libs and Greens
Strut their stuff like Kings and Queens

Have you met an honest Pollie?
Show me one - I'll shout: By Gollie!
With their hands deep in our pockets
They send taxes up like rockets

The grass withers and crops die
For feed and water creatures cry
While there's water up on Mars 
And in ‘swamp’s’ well plenished bars!

Trump - outsider - stands his ground
Trait in Pollies seldom found
He treats leaders, lords and Kings
Marionettes dangling on strings.

Never TelePrompt refined
Opens up and speaks his mind
Straight from heart and off the cuff
Uncut diamond in the rough

Mock his lack of history pure
Never going to be demure
He hits back at thrown insults
I care more for his results
 
 So let’s give an admonition
To bog dwelling politicians
‘Had enough to fill your cup
Drink it down! Your time is up!’

Junk

Each week leaflets come thick and fast
through my door,
for guttering, glazing and food,
I'm afraid all junk mail will end up without fail
in the bin, and I'm not being rude.
But I do get quite cross with this unwanted dross
that comes flowing through my letterbox
using acres of trees this dread paper disease
is like some new great plague or the Pox.
Election time's coming, the airwaves are humming
with soundbites from PM Mrs May,
Corbyn, Libs and the Greens using various means
to grab my one vote on this Thursday.
And now it appears all the stuff through the post
is from those who would hope to defeat her,
the drivel's the same, I'm fed up with their games
so I may as well vote for a pizza.

Kate

© Ben Burton 7/14/2015

There was no rioting
No businesses were burned
Despite the burning grief
From most who saw and heard

A sanctuary town
Like Tombstone in its day
Where lawlessness abounds
Is just a shout away

And what becomes the cost
The villainous descent
An innocent is lost
Which none can comprehend

The father with his girl
The much belovéd Kate
She says, "Help, Dad, I'm hurt"
His CPR can't save

The horrible event
Illegal tragedy
Is seen on FNN
The White House does not speak

For anything on Fox
The libs will execrate
Their petty, sinful box
Won't let truth permeate

Without a leftist cause
There is no one to blame
Since libs cannot be wrong
Too bad about poor Kate

Muse

Sunset. Synergy is moving between chairs
that don't quite match, widening tight circles   
of rovers. Muses Cafe, a small cove where
views internalize, so we heave heavy troubles

outside. Minstrel Mary Anne Epp shelters 
songs about happenstance. When a server drops
a plate, she ad libs, Save cracks for later.
Heads nod to her witty vibes, bite-sized bops.

Inspiration strums as parlance sighs, Good grief,              
my journal's at home.  You say, All's fine.
but your purse offers only ONE loose leaf,
curiously room enough for TWO to lay lines.

Pens groove. Friend, you prove that poets can wage
self-determined verse while on the same page.


*For Kathryn

For the Love of Applause

What is it, you may ask, that turns me on
Not including anything sexual
Didn’t take very long for it did dawn
My love for applause is perpetual

There are two different types of Bluegrass jams
And as the Jam Host, I had to pick one
A “Performance Jam’s” for me, and the hams
Audience Applause just makes it more fun

Now I’m leader of my own Bluegrass Band
Play the music I love and seek the thrill
Received when the audience giving a hand
I love it so much, I can’t get my fill

When I get on stage, I’m a different guy 
My stage personality comes out
Since I’m a Gemini, maybe that’s why
Suddenly I’m a showman, there’s no doubt

I glow in my role as the band’s MC
Joke with the audience, to get a laugh
Doing “ad libs” seem to come easy for me
Building charisma on the band’s behalf


What really turned me on, when I’m on stage
 Is the audience appreciation 
They can make you feel like you’re all the rage
For me, applause is such a sensation

Synchronicity

Connect the dots
Fill in the blanks
Like Mad Libs used
to top the ranks. 

We are put on this earth
to find our way 
Carrying a backpack
to stow our saves.

Personal items we adore
Or clues that leave us wanting more. 

Is a blueprint already printed out
of each of our lives?
We find our home how?
Trying multiple wives?

Each of us are special 
Each of us are rare
We should all be treated
Equal and fair. 

Is a soul mate real?
Do we have a twin?
Makes waking up each day
A mystery my friend.

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