No paradigm of peace will ever dwell
Upon the land of evil and the outcasts
Who are not evil, but were born in hell
And this alienates them from the lucky ones
Who despise those unfortunates, believing
They’ve drawn the short straw they deserved for sins
Of their forefathers, which seems merely decieving
To the unfortunates, for they’re not welcomed in
The lands of lucky, and those habitants of hell
Don’t understand the laws of kinship from the Bible
And this exacerbates their fates so well
That makes them feel a bit upset about arrival
And so predictably they hate the lucky ones
And so the lucky hate those people in return
The only option left is to load up the guns
Expanding hell, for reason possibly unknown
The explanations become vaguer, there is no
Plain truth to tell, and every fool looks pensive
Although when killing is the only way to go
Both sides meet hell for being too defensive.
You know where he's at
He been in Gotham,
Whole city lit,
He grew and blossomed.
What he touches, he flips,
Moves with caution,
Always asks if you good
Load up attachment.
Map in his hands,
Survives in the woods,
Light up a match
He’s good in the hood.
Hustle forever, forever he should,
Walked through a path
With booby traps like the Goonies would.
He grew up a man,
Can’t leave the trap,
Needs a bag,
Pillowcases with chicken feed in the lab.
Standing on business,
It’s buried in the back,
Delivers the mail
On a mission
Tunnels and trenches,
Benches stay cold,
Carries the heat
Like a thermal
He don’t bend, don’t fold,
Can’t stay consistent at home.
I’m the Joker
Can’t be controlled.
OVERCOMING THE STORM
Into the storm I must venture, knowing that any attempt to flee only prolongs the ravages.
Like any storm, it is relentless and destructive, just as a well-organized group of savages.
It rips and tears at the flesh with sharp talons, trying to gouge deeper into the muscle.
Perceived as high and lofty, it disregards those trying to survive by a legitimate hustle.
The storm of the century has crept into the present timeframe,
offering nothing but clouded truths, in-your-face deceptions, and false narratives.
While poverty sinks its talons deeper into the benefits of Veterans of the United States and the honorably retired, there is no remorse.
It is time to load up all the ammunition of facts and truth and attach it to a rocket.
Push the button, light the match, and for president of the United States, I nominate Jasmine Crockett.
Board up all the windows. Lock up all the doors.
Now has come the moment we’ve been preparing for.
We can’t take the time for you to come to grips…
Welcome to the Zombie Apocalypse!
Load up all the shotguns. Sharpen up the knives.
If you have no weapons you’ll be running for your lives.
Keep your sidearm close and make sure you have extra clips.
Welcome to the Zombie Apocalypse!
You can’t keep more stuff than you can carry.
You’re the food source now. You must be wary.
The slightest slip or stumble, you’ll be caught by the undead.
And they long to be fed by the gray stuff in your head…
Hear the sound that freezes the blood within your veins.
The constant, quiet murmer, “Brains……."
It’s just the rugged hero who replies with pithy quips.
Welcome to the Zombie Apocalypse!
The rest will find excuses for some long and lengthy trips…
Welcome to the Zombie Apocalypse!
Another sunny day out for me
Fishing is where I will be
I load up my car with my fishing gear
And I will go and see if the lake is all clear
I add a worm to my fishing pole
Catching a big fish is my goal
Last year the fishing wasn't so great
But if I don't catch one today I will hate
Maybe if I go back to my favorite spot
I will still have a real shot
I throw my line way out into the lake
All I'm asking is for a break
The next thing I knew I got a nibble
My fishing line kept on wiggling
The fish gave me a big fight
But the fish was still not in my sight
I started to reel in my fishing line
All I can think of is this fish is mine
I got my fishing line back on land
But I don't understand
Well that fish was gone, but it gave me a lot of fun
All I wanted to do was just catch one
So for fishing today I'm all done
this mugs jiggy i wont lie
see it caught your peepn eye
unhitch a lip
caffeine a sip
load up man and liquefy.
I'm flabby but fit
At a bar I sit
I play my guitar
then squeeze into my car
I'm dumb but I'm smart
I buy modern art
then I load up my cart
to sell at flea mart
I'm happy but sad
'cos 2 + 2 I can't add
Thought I'd reached nadir
Pop bought me calculator
I'm old but I'm young
Come see my tongue
Taste buds still sprout ~
That's why my tummy sticks out
One of my favorite things on Christmas Day
Is sitting in my comfortable recliner chair
Watching the grandchildren as they play,
Running hither and yon, here then there
Teaching them how important it is to share.
They are so wrapped up in all their treasure
I watch them decide what to play with next,
These are times which bring a man pleasure
Far better than getting lost in some boring text
Or, over all the commotion becoming vexed.
The room suddenly fills with shouts at each other
Especially when it’s too cold to play outside,
And sisters are prone to lash out at their brother
When there’s a tiff, and Mama’s patience is tried
It’s then that I suggest, “Let’s go for a ride!”
So, we load up in the car to check out the sights
Each child brings one toy to keep entertained
As Mama and I enjoy the bright decorative lights,
And soon the children forget who complained
Briefly, this is our Christmas afternoon explained.
Written December 2, 2022
Submitted to: "Christmas Special" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Emile Pinet
Two turkeys in the oven and candy yams
Whipped mash potatoes, cranberry sauce from a can
A green bean casserole and a relish plate as planned
Corn bread dressing and sage dressing for the big man
Lots of butter and dinner rolls with jellies and jams
Deviled eggs a dish of mac and cheese with bits of bacon
Giblet gravy and sweet cream corn we understand
Pumpkin pie and cherry and don't forget the pecan
And for goodness sake must serve the honey spiral ham
Have Sprite and sweet tea liquor won't be banned
A big green toss salad and don't forget the Thousand Island
And if you get a chance a bucket of original KFC fried chicken
Some fresh fruit and veggies will make the table look grand
Some light soups and breads and cheeses we can do again
Or we can all head to Golden Corral, load up the big van.
sitting in a laundromat
watching people steal from the dryers
wondering why people just up and leave their stuff,
i shake my head and get back to the new zane novel
it is then at the finish of chapter ten,
i hear a scream that will add to all that haunt me
wherever your stuff is, doggonit, you stay with it
my light load is now done
i place the bookmark of heaven at the beginning of chapter eleven
i fold the light load up quickly and immediately exit
i go straight to Lowe's and get that stackable that is on sale
no more laundromat for me
dumb ish happens up in there no matter which one that you go to
at least it does when i go
yes, God was tryin' to tell me somethin',
or perhaps, i was tellin' myself somethin' without knowin'
home, from now on, will be the ONLY laundromat where i will be at
Life Is Too Brief.
I wasted time and now I look at you
In a situation, I’ve also been through
I keep my lips buttoned,
Tongue between teeth,
You’re calm above
Turmoil beneath.
I gave you my thoughts, brutal or not
The angel doesn’t realise what she’s got
Watching you wriggle
A fish on the line
I’m glad she’s yours
Happy not mine.
There’ll be a moment, you’ll grab a bag
Pack up your troubles, load up your Jag
I see it coming
Don’t be afraid
Stick with your mind
You’ve been betrayed.
Time to step in, take a walk in our shoes
The moment is coming to end this abuse
Freedom inspires
Taste the relief
Come smell the roses
Life is too brief.
David Cox 22/05/22
If I had a red flatbed truck I would….
Load up my house and take it for a drive, to see the sights.
Help Santa and the elves deliver gifts on Christmas Eve.
Move Mount Everest to my neighborhood in Kansas.
Take it to the moon and pick up a crater to show off.
Haul the next alien spaceship to my sister’s house as proof.
If I had a red flatbed truck.
I have researched the issue extensively
and concluded most indubitably
The #1 problem we must confront immediately
is that the NBA is Tibetan-Nepalese free
I realize that this kind of news may just shock
both NBA fanatics and weekend warrior jocks
As there have been social media rumors of a plan
to load up rosters with ex-soldiers from Afghanistan
Well, I for one, will not let myself get distracted
The data's in, my words will not be retracted
At this very moment, President Biden's selecting a 5-star commission
to highlight the egregious wrong of Tibetan-Nepalese inadmission
Our nation has the talent, the drive and the will
to effect change to rock the world from Singapore to Brazil
For the NBA's bias against Tibetan-Nepalese is a vile disease
infecting every team owner privileged to speak Americanese
So, let us look forward to that great day
when NBA game-time rosters will look this way
Fifteen Tibetans versus fifteen from Nepal
~ as long as they sing our National Anthem before they 'play ball!'
~ Not for Contest ~
Hey all you nice people, got a fantastic idea
Let's party, we could load up on beer and pizza
Maybe dance in the moonlight
While trying to remain upright
In spite of downing six servings of tequila
Mom’s mother would load up the car like nobody’s business. Random supplies, clothes handsewn and hand-me-downs, handmade quilts, food, oranges, 50lb tins of shortening to convert into dual-purpose storage and seats with pretty little skirts. She was determined to make the long annual roadtrip worthwhile. As kids, she was the only Santa Claus we ever knew.
every visit a winfall
worth the anticipation
hugs and blessings
AP: 1st place 2025
Posted on October 26, 2020
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