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III.
They like to speak of ‘tolerance,’
present themselves as caring sorts,
but define their ‘morality’
as whatever they now exhort.
And that changes as they need it,
they fought wars to keep blacks enslaved,
then repressed for a century,
but now claim they’ve loved them always!
They look down on capitalists,
and claim they want to help ‘the poor,’
then destroy jobs with policies
that only serve to create more.
They say they’ll build a better world,
and socialism is their tool,
but that’s kill more than any war,
it always ends brutal and cruel.
It seems that every stance they take
is designed to suppress your rights,
they cheerlead the abortion ghouls
who literally end a life.
Those who speak thoughts they do not like
they try to cancel and fire,
those who will put their faith in God
they will call extreme, and liars.
Those who dare to defend themselves
they like to maliciously charge,
while their own mobs have no problem
with shooting you, or leaving scars.
They’ve never liked that property
does not belong here to the state,
then claim that it is ‘compassion’
to tax everything that you make.
There’s no good and evil to them,
only what may bring them power,
they’ll tell whatever lies they must,
feel no shame despite the glowers.
They’ll hurt police doing their job,
cheerlead assassins of their foes,
no honor in their thoughts and deeds,
so depraved that anything goes,
to the point that they’ll cut on kids
and then claim it’s a ‘gender thing,’
think they can change reality
if the words they keep repeating.
What these scumbags declare ‘progress’
is simply some repackaged sin,
leftists do not share our values,
to your thoughts do not let them in.
I wish to live with true abandon
experiencing things more at random
Just like the first man Adam
drinking clean water
living with nature in tandem
Garden freedom body exposed
Unconcerned with cars or clothes
Easy does it anything goes
Touch the sky
feel the sand between my toes
A happy sort of ecstatic
The natural life no plastic
My days more elastic
I could be a true original
instead of a conservative classic
For me no rules to live by
No one to ask me how and why
I could give anything a try
No fear to hold me back
Watch and see this old guy fly!
Written specifically for Brenda Chiri's Abandon Poetry contest
July 16, 2018
When choosing a Solar System for your Earth,
Please keep this in mind:
Star size and color will determine where the planetary placement is most
optimal. Commonly known as "The Green Zone."
One moon, or two?
Earth size one, two, or three.
Class A, B, or C to Z.
Gas requirements for breathable Atmosphere.
Life span and spin. Degree of magmatism.
Oceans, mountains, continents.
Lakes, deserts, fountains of youth (first ones free), volcanos.
Marshes, rivers, trenches, whatever desired.
TIME zones, climate zones, anything-goes zones.
Magnetic poles, hot, warm, or cold, colorful dirt and/or sand.
And last but not least: Inhabitants. (provided only by request).
Odi vulgus profanum et arceo
The common mob I have no wish to know
"I strove with none for none was worth my strife"
Coriolanus to the mob refused to surrender his life
Seething with emotion our vulgar hordes bray
In matters where cool reason should hold sway
Spineless politicians give in to their senseless crap
And dress in fine words their concessions to this pap
Democracy has now sunk to a new low
Where no demand is met with a no
Morality falls apart without any taboos
Soon we won't have any more standards left to lose
"Anything Goes" by Cole Porter was once a popular song
Where do we go when there is no longer any moral wrong?
A spider on a web I once observed.
I thought about how patient that she seemed
just sitting there so still and unperturbed.
That spider was a clever one, I deemed.
And then a tiny insect came along.
I knew some action I was soon to see!
The little bug did not look very strong.
Once caught inside the web, how could he flee?
I watched with growing interest as the bug
stopped moving. Surely he was stuck, I thought!
That spider only had to give a tug
to get the tasty morsel she had caught.
A slower death the bug would have instead.
It seems the spider sitting there was dead!
For PD's Anything Goes #25!!
Buck privates are designated the lowliest of the ranks,
And for all they do, they receive very little thanks.
The corporal says do this and the sergeant says do that,
And if he doesn't comply, he's in for a disagreeable chat!
The sobriquet "private" is a misnomer if ever there was one,
Because privates have absolutely no privacy and very little fun!
From the call of reveille to the plaintive notes of "Taps",
He's kept on a frantic pace until ready to collapse!
The sergeant rides in a jeep, the corporal in a truck,
But the foot slogging private is just out of luck.
With his weapon and meager belongings strapped on his back,
He walks and it's all he can do to keep from blowing his stack!
The recruiting sergeant's syrupy spiel failed to include,
That corporals and sergeants tend to be somewhat rude!
And to everything that moves he must render a salute!
Before enlisting, he muses, "I should've been more astute!"
He keeps plugging along and playing their inane game,
Satisfied that if anything goes wrong he can't be to blame.
He'll just continue to take orders from the powers that be,
Eagerly awaiting his discharge from the infernal infantry!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(© All Rights Reserved)
For three hundred thousand, of five billion years,
A fact never challenged by science or fears;
Upright Homo-Sapiens, embodied two genders,
Each body clearly favoring, the other body’s splendor.
But alas as we humans, have improved and evolved,
We decided old constructs, should now be dissolved;
By strong social order, and educated means,
Replaced by enlightenment, and the Science of Genes.
In a newfangled world where anything goes,
And dare not be challenged, questioned, opposed;
Men can be women, women now men,
A surgical metamorphosis, with the stroke of a pen.
As we blur the lines separating, factual truth,
Eliminating inequalities, deemed clearly uncouth;
Despite our clear difference, in gender and sex,
Fair treatment of genders, includes mutual respect!
We owe our world's progress, to mindsets deemed fair,
Of gender equality, that eliminates despair;
And instead of confusion, melding genders the same,
We should celebrate our differences, in far more than name.
in 1923 girl babies were named Nancy, Susan and Ann
boy babies were christened John, Michael, and Joe
then the flappers came along and changed everything
Now girls could be Lois, Louise, and Edna
Boys were approved for names like Samuel and Zeb
During the depression years babies were suffering
They were named for grandparents
Jim, Stuart, Johnathan, Eunice, Maude, Bessie
During the fifties, it was vogue to name your children with the same letter
A family could have Dirk, Deke, Deanna, Dillion and Dwayne
Maurice, Marlene, and Margo lived across the street.
In the sixties names were borrowed from Presidents
Back to the Johns and Samuels, I am not sure about girl names
Seventies arrived; now okay to name your children Freedom and Rainbow
After that, it has been everything and anything goes
Shanty, River, Drake, Tulip, Apple, Bedpan
Baby books cannot keep up with the flow
In the yard stands a large Bradford pear tree,
Its spreading branches forming a shady canopy.
Beneath this shady haven is a ring of chairs,
And in each chair sits a friend who cares.
Women of diverse backgrounds and ages,
Make pleasant conversation as each engages.
We sit peacefully enjoying the cool spring breeze,
As it wends its way and rustles through the leaves.
We are not idle - each one stitches, knits or crochets,
On which ever crafty project is their forte.
Discussions range from family matters to local news.
Politics and politicians really light a fuse.
We tell jokes, ask and give advice.
Sometimes we just act silly and its nice.
Sharing our high points and our woes,
When we're together just about anything goes.
This gathering of friends is refreshing and renewing,
A bright spot when the darkness of this world is brewing.
These women are a blessing and a treasure.
Their worth exceeds far more than I can measure.
5/6/21
Dedicated to the ladies in my weekly crafting group
A thousand steps in between
who I was and who I am now
do I wonder about the detours?
do I wish I took the dirt road instead?
Would my path have been smoother if I said no instead of yes?
Would the worries have been less then what they are today?
I guess I’ll never know,
unless I go back in time
choose a different path
choose the least attractive offer and run with it
pipe dreams that is all my journey back in time would be
‘cause I would not have met you
and you would not be reading these words....
Everything in life boils down to an immaculate plan,
it may not be my ideal plan or yours
but in the end the voyage continues
whether we want to or not…
‘Cause it is all part of the bigger picture
and
in that image is your life and mine...
We just got to embrace the journey
no matter how uncertain it might be...
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Contest: Anything Goes
7th Place