Long Argument Poems
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One flag one country
in the beginning there was hope it was agreed upon
That a turkey was a big chicken and it wouldn’t offend anyone
as the two fowls had no say and didn’t they had a name.
A round the conference table there was a spontaneous applause
So little had gone right for them the chairman suggested
In the spur of the moment to find a common name for
Palestinians and Jews referring to the group Lapwejs, there
Was a long silence, but the idea was sound only the name
Lapwejs didn’t have a melodious tone; a comity was formed to
Study the idea if they succeed the people of that part
Of the world would end discrimination s everyone was equal
Of course they had to come up with a new flag on that
Look like Greek copy, but had several warm friendly colors.
No one would be call anti-Lapwejs or something similar.
The hero
What taste best goat or sheep meat
A furious argument broke out between the cook
And his galley boy this was when the ship was in a storm
And Captain Carlson was on the bridge trying to save
The ship (remember 1950) the ship sank but Carlson
refused to leave the ship until everyone was safe.
The cook refused to let go of his pots and pans and
Was thrown into the sea screaming goat meat is best.
Captain Carlson was a hero, ticket tape parade.
The cook bought land in Patagonia farming goats.
The violinist
The cook on the ship (Liberty type) had broken
In half and the cook felt so neglected he bought
Land and farmed goats, he was doing well and
needed a man to look after his flock.
A Nordic person came looking for a job he
Wanted to get away from the civilized world
Since the Antarctica is too cold he came here.
A funny thing with new it can travel fast and
Move slowly but it always gets around.
It appeared the hired hand had been a violinist
Of the highest caliber, but at a concert when
Stretching to get to the highest note he lost his
Trousers and reviled to the world he wore
Ladies under garment, the audience erupted
in laughter. End of concert.
The cook now a goat farmer got the news in
The nearest town he never told the musician
When his ship sank he had not been a hero
And knew he could not go to New York again
She is not getting away! Yelled my Cousin Dawn.
She swiftly jumped with both feet into the pond.
Came up holding a bullfrog who was twice her size.
The creature looked irritated, I could tell by his eyes.
That is disgusting! Yelled her prissy acting brother.
She is fine, leave her alone, said her powerful mother.
Cousin Dawn held her prize high up in the air.
The frog rolled her eyes this time, like she did not care.
Catch and release! I said to my Cousin Dawn.
I did not like seeing her stealing creatures out of my pond.
I will help her said her brother, as he grabbed for the frog.
This caused a big ruckus and an argument in our old bog.
I have a woman.
I’m proud to call her my wife.
Some give theirs’ nicknames, ‘her indoors’ and ‘the trouble and strife’
Now, I have my flaws and they are many and vast.
I think like a man, slowly and ‘at last’!
But my wife asks me to hang the washing out in the rain!
Her argument for using the balustrade and radiators to me seems pretty lame!
They dry out too quickly!
They dry out too fast!
So, while it’s overcast and drizzling the wind will still give them a blast!
Now, I have a chunter as I’m stood outside getting my bald head wet! She says that there’s sense in her logic though I can’t see it being approved by Spock from Star Trek!
If they get wet we can give them a spin! Then wait for some sunshine to hang them out again!
The weather app says it’s going to clear up - so that’s what you’ll do. Get out there in the drizzle and hang the washing out you fool.
Worry loves to torment you in all of your cares
Concealing what is really true as he easily ensnares
Focusing your entire mind on all that could be wrong
So then soon you will find that his argument is strong
Just bursting right in he takes over the whole place
With a big giant grin in seeing you lose your grace
He will demand and demean and rot away your soul
Once rarely seen now it's daily servings he tries to dole
You gave him this power in giving away your right(Faith)
As from him you always cower suffering every single plight
And as he bellows aloud he's laughing in your face
For he is so proud of how he took away your grace
Well cast worry from your side in remembering this little note
As much as worry has tried you were not meant to be his goat
So pack up his entire case with all of his knawing things
Then just accept God's Grace and all the peace that it brings
When the wolf applied nicely
If he could come in,
The pigs replied thricely he shouldn't.
Then they scratched at the hairs
On their chinny chin chins,
And tightly bolted the door so he wouldn't.
But wolves, when out shopping,
Are not easily put off,
Even faced with the risks they are takin'.
This one ignored the wheezing,
And the nagging, rasping cough,
In his lust for ham, pork chops, and bacon.
First, he blew down the straw house,
Then the one made of sticks,
But by the third he was straining and grasping.
It was a veritable fortress
Of well-mortared bricks,
And emphysema left him panting and gasping.
With one last mournful howl,
The wolf knew he was done
And lay down in the driveway, embarrassed.
The pigs regained their composure
And called 911,
But when the cops came, the wolf claimed he was harassed.
The argument raged
For an hour or more
'til the cops gave them all a citation.
Still gasping for breath
As he slunk from the door,
The wolf was stopped by a squealed invitation.
"Wolfie, oh, Wolfie, please won't you come in?
We'd so like to have you for lunch."
And he would have gone on and ignored the appeal,
If he only knew that "ragout de loup" (pr. rah-goo duh loo)
Was the entrée, but he had no hunch,
And he was not one to pass up a free meal.
When a wolf's sick and hungry,
He might let down his guard
And do dumb things a wolf shouldn't ought to.
But for pigs, it's expedient
To get the final ingredient
Required for a tasty "wolf stew".
The wolf's huffing and puffing
Couldn't even come close
To the pigs' stratagems and devices.
After seven martinis,
It still hadn't dawned on the dope
That intelligence wasn't one of his vices.
If he'd had more brains than brawn,
This poor wolf might have known
That the pigs never meant to surrender.
They'd no more need to fear or hate him,
They knew the booze would marinate him,
So when they served him up and ate him,
He'd be quite succulent and tender.
If this tale has a moral, I'd like to propose
That "three heads are better than one" be selected.
In this case, not the one who worked the hardest,
But the ones who worked the smartest,
And as the little piggies guessed,
The wolf was the perfect luncheon guest.
Of course, their table manners weren't the best,
So they still made pigs of themselves, as expected.
In the year of 1967 I was a freshman
In high school in a small Midwest Iowa town.
Before teachers cared about bullying
and goofy stuff like kids’ feelings
We were not allowed to have them anyway back then
The gym teacher was snippy and mean.
Pinched nose, hair teased and sprayed
With enough hairspray to choke us all to death
She had beady eyes. I do not recall the color.
Never happy, snippy usually.
Cindy and Susie were always the basketball captains.
They were the giraffes of our class.
They chose us one at a time from a line.
My twin and I and our friend Debbie were always the last to be picked.
When they got to us, they always had a huge argument about who had to take us.
“You can have them!”
“No, you take them.”
If we had gone home
whining about it, our
parents would have laughed.
These days, if a child accuses another child of looking at her wrong,
Mommy, Daddy and Grandma come up, packing loaded pistols.
AMAPIANO
The Zulu land cooked a sumptuous meal,
With no premeditation, someone will go for the steal.
The world watches in awe & vibes even from afar,
Amapiano rhythm played like a shining star.
Nigeria, filled with their beats and flair,
Decided to join in, causing quite a scare.
With catchy melodies and grooves to adore,
Nigeria embraced Amapiano but wanted more.
South Africa yelled, yiked, cursed, and cried,
They exclaimed in defeat, "You've stolen our pride!"
But Nigeria danced on with a mischievous stride.
From Lagos to Johannesburg, the dispute did spread,
But we couldn’t resist that Amapiano instead.
Nigeria said, "We've added our own twist,
Our Afrobeat fusion, a dancefloor bliss!"
South Africa grumbled, yet couldn't deny,
The joy Amapiano brought, making our spirits fly.
So, while the argument continued to ignite,
Music lovers revelled all day and night.
The world was agog of this uproar of sounds,
Cos music knows no borders and no bounds.
But let's all dance & shuffle as the music play,
Unite in the rhythm, and put the squabble away.
For Amapiano's magic begrudges no grounds;
It's a joyous fusion where harmony resounds.
And as the beats collide, let the battle slide.
This Amapiano tale punctured a nations pride
As the other nation runs off with this one.
We will continue to exude in this musical fun!
VICK MANUEL POETRY {VMP}
FORM: Rhymes
Copyright ©?December 2023.
And complain about sentience. Tell a joke. Make—
Us sad or depressed, less afraid
Earth into homes, earth into mud
Their peace
Me a fossil of society
Our own decisions, the universe having reversed its decision on us
A sound or noise
Echo make
The body healthy I do
The feelings in the mind play music
A space in a line of people climbing a trail in the mountains
Us brothers and sisters with the animals
Death more noble for us all
A mosque of the rocks
You cry out for the genius occurring now and in our past
The tools and do the math to colonize the planets
Things worse by guessing
Others want to live
Plans
The man weep for himself
A difference in their communities
Music, mindful of our extreme limits
1/10 inch of annual topsoil
The atmosphere as seen from outer space
Of it more than it is
The bed
This formulation useful
The technology possible to live long and well, with personality
Grandma’s sauce
This observation: the purpose of sitting’s not to be satisfied
War on Iraqis
Pharisees grovel
Black holes whole
Prediction and intuition fortunately hopeless
A list of prospective donors
A moral and rational adjustment of life to life
Dying people cry
Nothing happen, which is something, magic
Improvements
History interesting for Johnny
The subject separate from the substrate
The sun stand still, yet run
Consciousness persevere
Informed medical decisions going forward
It so
Sense on the trumpet
Correct mistakes
Jack ill
A repertoire for dealing with the challenges we’ll confront as a species
in millennia to come
Every day a good day to die
Millions
The present immutable as the past
Up, perfume, soap
Him kill you right there in the street
Way for a future that’s irresistible
Poetry from losing the argument with themselves
I didn’t meet my monster in the dark.
I met it at the inner bargaining table,
where I sat across from myself
and tried to reason with a hunger
that wasn’t really hunger at all.
It knew every argument I’d make~
I’ll start over tomorrow,
just this once,
I deserve something small to take the edge off.
And I watched myself nod with complicity,
even when I knew the script by heart.
The table was crowded with ghosts:
loneliness pretending to be appetite,
fear dressed up as craving,
shame taking notes in the corner
as if preparing a case against me.
I kept thinking I needed more willpower,
but what I really needed
was to stop negotiating with pain
as if it were a reasonable guest.
One day, I finally looked across the table
and saw the monster wasn’t a creature
but a wounded version of me~
the part that never learned
how to ask for compassion and comfort
without claiming it in secret.
And that was the moment
the bargaining stopped.
Not because I won,
but because I finally understood
who I’d been arguing with
all those years.
I will meet you on the bridge of our heart
And look into your eyes of love sweetheart
We'll drift away in a world apart
Where your love and mine never part
And our days of loneliness depart
To lay in dawn from night, where love has slept
And look into your eyes of love sweetheart
To find a lighted lantern's glow of secrets kept
This lover's gift we will always retain
And never let joy in our eyes know pain
The length of days now our greatest bane
To hold each other's hand, to never wane
Through all the sunlit days and stormy rain
Our souls bond in dreams that will not sleep
And never let joy in our eyes know pain
This jewel of love is all the wealth we'll keep
We'll build a bridge heart to heart unafraid
With our trust and honesty that will not fade
There is no truth that's told we will evade
Nor argument we need our minds to persuade
When we sing love's passionate serenade
And free the loneliness we've held within
With our trust and honesty that will not fade
To share our heart's gift and love again
We'll meet on the bridge built with a lover's glow
11/3/17/ contest Rhyme Time II
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