Long Agendas Poems

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Premium Member The Good Dad

An enraged man was arrested 
for berating school board members.
Now he's branded a terrorist. 
By a cluster of Capitol Hill elitists...
What the "woke" won't reveal is that 
The man went off because his daughter
was sodomized in the girls' bathroom at school.
By a predator dressed in a skirt.
Who claimed to be gender fluid...
This animal who'd previously assaulted 
another girl not long before.
The school board. at the time. was pushing 
transgender agendas and in their blind wokeness.
Largely covered up for the animal and its excrement.
(at the young girl's expense...
That's why the man snapped.
He was just being a good dad.


Premium Member P W P

Frass the math..A help to agri.? A culture to far.' I
Ain't having any.. ( B S ) would be better than this '
Real hell for leather.' How can you plan to help
Organical food.? With insect dung..This is so rude.!
To offer false help, while subtracting physicallity.?
The good wholesome animals, this is real insanity
From white priveliged people it seems to me? klaus scoros
clinton 
bush, charles windsor biden; welby.  are they out of their trees.?
Do they push the world, out on a limb? As axe
To tree roots they madly swing, it seems all airy fairy
And cowless dairys.? Sacrifice and wanton felony?
Penury to live ' hard yoke tough yakka.' They'll get
Us all crook, while speiling some patter, acid rain
Are the tears they shed, they would run a world
With most people dead.? A fast hard slap is what
Is needed..' to get such a hysterical; ethos un-seated.'
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member The Dripping Blood From Her Heart Needed To Clot

the dripping blood from her heart needed to clot

the couple was rolling along in their boat
on a river to nowhere, on a cloudy day
when she decided to push him overboard
she was tired of his cheating ways
who cares if he ended up as driftwood
she blew him a last kiss, pretentious 
she then looked into his inquiring eyes 
now submerged under the water alongside the boat
his body contorted, bubbles blowing from his mouth
words on lips asking why
he was sinking to his death, as driftwood
she laughed, she had the oars
she could give a damn
especially with all the hurt he caused her
the scratches of note paper in his pockets
the phone numbers with hearts next to it
one with a 10+
the women's scent on his body
the condoms
and especially of the written guilt on his face
with more hidden excuses, agendas
like he had spent his passion elsewhere
and was always tired when he was with her
he was a con's con
she had enough of being brokenhearted
used and abused, trampled on, shared
it was easy for her to sniff it all out
like a basset hound that was on his trail
searching for the scent of unfaithfulness
to say the basset hound in her went wild 
is understatement
it barked at his feet 
nipped at his legs, ripped his dignity apart
ever so appropriately
she was angry then and now
she rolled her boat away quickly
and never looked back
unlike before 
the sun was now shining on the river
glistening the surface
a picture perfect day
with the wind blowing on her face 
nicely
she continued to row away
as she composed a letter in her mind
I was once your friend and lover
turned wound up toy that you played with
it's a game to you, candy that you suck on
acquiring many flavors as you can
running from one hen to the next
at my cost and sorrow.
I'm done with you
the dripping blood from my heart needed to clot

connie pachecho

1/2/17

Premium Member Fragments

Confronting conflict
So much to say;
Not much said


Momentary surge
Foolish inquisition;
Curiosity rambles


Trial and error
Foresight blurring;
Curious burdens pain


Age feels fatigue
Turmoil in body-mind;
Forgetfulness lingers


Wandering in circles
Arrival starts ending;
Hurl new departures


Moment to moment
Change boomerangs;
Jigsaw puzzle gamble


Hidden agendas
Many pieces void;
Crazy feelings loiter


Empty passageways
Dark dreary corridors;
Ancient musky odours


Ice cream vendor
Push-cart existence;
Rainy weather losses


Self-destruct mode
Severe gambling losses;
Avaricious woes


Joyride nightmare
Cold sweat agony;
Morning uprising


Uncertain agenda
Confusion descends;
Insane mentality


Man in the street
Mind your own business;
Law of the jungle



Leon Enriquez
14 June 2014
Singapore
Form: Haiku

Premium Member Nest of Hornets Exposed

Imagine how satanic this act is defiance 
against every living victim of crime 
Snakes in the long grass appears from hiding 
betraying every peaceful solution possible 
Bombing innocent women and children begins without mercy 
leaving an aftermath of hate driven agendas buried under secrets act 
What a godless human being within truth surfacing faceless 
we all know the US and UK support Saudi and her violent abusive regime 
A bunch of terrorists the lot of them supplying arms war dogs 
against human rights and the word justice so not to speak abusive 
comes to mind as the world is no longer blind ignorant 
as truly war criminals must be brought to justice for deceiving mankind


Premium Member Politically a Politician

Politically a Politician
By Franklin Price
9/6/2015

Politically a politician
Comes from the same old place
Doesn't matter nationality 
Social standing creed or race
Spouting party politics
Trying hard  to keep the pace.
Telling what it is they'll do for us 
From both sides of the face

When in the deepest of the south
 Have a pick-up for a toy
In Farmland drive a tractor 
Raise some wheat or maybe soy
To leaders of our industry
 May be verbose or coy
Anything that is required 
To bring out the smiles of joy

Be the ones they have to be
 Say they've walked in every shoe
Have morals when they need them
For what it is they have to do
Forget them if advantageous
 Tell you stormy skies are blue
Promise all that they perceive
 Will get your vote from you

Once in awhile some come along
Say they've listened to our call
Arising from a different place
Have put their names upon the wall
Preach their own agendas
Have come to stop to end the squall
Will fix all of our problems
 Maybe they're politicians after all
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Politics and Government

Politics and Government 
By Franklin Price
8/16/2015

Politics and Government,
along with Church and State,
are closely tied together,
would be nice to separate.

All created by mankind.
for many different reasons.
Each has more variety
than found in all the seasons.

Throw in massive egos,
media, celebrity,
having their own agendas,
they've created what you see

Have put rings in our noses,
hung carrots from a stick,
the end result chaotic;
what has happened makes me sick

The idea when this all began,
when the Pilgrims hit this shore,
was that we could find some freedom
of religion maybe more.

Then came the revolution,
the Constitution too,
these were very good ideas,
have brought us to this zoo.

Freedom's by the wayside.
Been lost along the way.
Someone there to tell us 
what to do and what to say

I don't know about you,
but as for me and mine,
to get our freedoms once again,
would just be mighty fine.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member P-Soup Is Where I Go

Whenever I need my ego boosted
P-Soup is where I go
So many sweet people willing to oblige
Words of pure love just flow

Discovered P-Soup a couple of years ago
Totally won me over
It's the greatest bunch of loving souls
They sure can rev up my motor

There ain't no malice no hidden agendas
Happy with the bed we lie in
Love and such happy thoughts prevail
Can't wipe off this silly grin

Don't mean to rehash it over and over 
P-Soup is such a blessing
So I explain my feelings in poetic form
A creative way of expressing

Whenever I need my ego boosted
P-Soup is where I go

  

© Jack Ellison 2013
Form: Quatrain

Premium Member Human Limitation V Imagination

Sailboats horses and carts and canal transport
Whale oil lighting and candles, salt to preserve
Meat, limited sanitation and available running
Water, all are part of a formerly more static society '

Which kept people in their national boundries.'
The emphasis seems to be on returning the
World to a typology of the above.? This being
Part of ( green agendas ) wordwide.?

Why then? Facilitate mass movements of 
Humanity across borders.? If its more
Desirable for a worldwude static existence?
That will be inherent in any return to above
Practices.'

Is it just ideas.? That some people have cooked
Up after obtaining a doctorate, or other credentials
To get a million plus payment from a slush fund.?
With no real plan on how to live this out.?

I am myself quite prepared to live with limited
Technology..Yet it involves more effort, which
Would keep humans fitter.' A balance can be struck
But I dont see any cohesive drive.? I see ( a i ) and

A move to even more tech, and so called outsourcing
More desire for matterial things more waste much less
Recycling than from the 1920s to the 1980s am I
Alone in these observations? I welcome any comments.'
Form: Narrative

If You Don't Play the Game the Game Will Play You

If you don't play the game, the game plays you,
In the world of politics, it rings true.
With power and influence, they all vie,
A constant battle beneath the sky.

Promises whispered, ambitions unfurled,
Crafting speeches to sway the world.
Lobbyists whispering in halls of might,
Their agendas hidden, out of sight.

Election seasons, a grand charade,
Words spun like silk, a masquerade.
Debates become spectacles, filled with ire,
As politicians dance upon the wire.

Corruption lurks in the shadows deep,
A poison that seeps, its secrets keep.
The common folk yearning for a voice,
Caught in the currents, without a choice.

But change can come, a glimmer of hope,
When unity rises and we elope,
From divisive tactics that tear us apart,
To a future where compassion is the start.

So heed this call, and be not blind,
To the games played by those unkind.
Empowerment lies within our hands,
To shape a future where justice stands.
Form: Concrete

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