Long Argument Poems
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The loss of human dignity is prevalent in today's twenty first century. Four letter words curse words are considered acceptable speak even in print media. Personally I find it not only irresponsible but degrading as well. On the reverse side of the same coin, certain people prefer it. But it does not add strength to the argument. In the United States, for example, the human middle finger. Is used to represent the F *** bomb! But the middle finger itself is not the blame! Still it is not acceptable to point using it! The index finger has always been the preferred finger for pointing out people, places and things.
The word adult is used to mean movies for mature audiences only. Those movies frequently contain material not suitable for children. For example TV-14 or PG 13 is not intended for audiences under those teen years. R means restricted for ages seventeen and above. And the X rated movies are for people eighteen years and older. It used to be 21 years of age and older.
Those movies usually contain objectionable material and/ or embarrassing material. And frequently action packed and violent movies. I find R rated movies nowadays are not only unsuitable but also weird in context. G means general audience. Whereas, PG means parental guidance for younger children. M V Means a movie contains what is considered to be moderate violence. I am not familiar with all of the labels. These are just a sample of them.
Read the label before viewing a movie! I am sorry they use the word adult to mean filthy and disgustingly objectionable movies! In my humble opinion the words adult and mature have been hijacked by the entertainment, conventional, and print media. The word adult meant people twenty one years and older. Mature meant responsible and or older adults. I am happy people eighteen are considered adults!
Let God and your conscience be your guide in your navigation as to what material you consider suitable. If you are easily embarrassed such as I am, you will the tendency to much more cautious.
Love in Christ Jesus!
Roxanne Lea Dubarry
Roxy Lea 1954
Roxy 1954/ October Country
July 03, 2020
On the day after Jesus’ death, on Preparation Day,
Which was when the Jews removed yeast from bread,
That was to be eaten like clockwork on the Saturday,
When the Jews were ruminating on if the events lead,
To their extinction and diminution, their downfall,
In Israel’s land so advanced for its time and place,
By their argument with the government categorical,
Over whether to redirect taxation onto Jesus’ face.
So the chief priests and the pharisees’ political party,
Got together then and discussed with great thought,
What policy to suggest to Pilate and with what clarity,
To maintain the normal state, to keep what they’d got;
They said, When Jesus was living he claimed he’d arise,
From the dead, so his disciples will engineer this fate,
They will steal his body but report to the people his eyes,
Are alive, and that he is awake. Please tell us how to wait?
So Pilate ordered these upholders of the government realm,
To put their soldiers on guard duty and secure the tomb,
As best they could, and they obeyed and took the helm:
So they sealed the stone and posted a guard, so no womb.
But they didn’t count on a massive big terrifying earthquake,
Whilst the two Mary’s were gazing upon the tomb, cold,
Which they took advantage of by the movement horrific,
Of the stone being shaken, deserting its grounded hold.
The two Mary’s faces alit, they smiled broadly with hope,
And jumped up, using the force of the quake to stand,
And pushed with all their strength the stone and could cope,
Because the quake at one point favoured their hand.
The soldier guard was humiliated and didn’t was to admit,
To his failure to prohibit anyone from removing the stone,
Allowing the body to be made into nothing, cremated, lit,
So he said nothing happened to Pilate in a very serious tone.
2 Cowboys just been paid
1 named John
The other
1 Wayne
Walk into a Bar at approximately
2 o'clock on a tuesday aftenoon
In Old Wild West
Tombstone , Dodge City
And after 12 or so hour's later
A bell peels
Gentlemen drink up time please
Said the Barman to his patronage
And so once outside an argument ensued between the 2 regulars
And so 2 sheets to the wind we're
the pair of them this conversation somehow made a resemblance of perfect sense
Right who's turn is it to get
us home
We'll im so drunk i can't stand
or feel my own 2 feet
We'll im so drunk i can't feel
my hands
Ok
Well then only 1 thing for it
then or we can do
If you can't feel you hands
then you'll have to put them
in the stirrups and peddle
and ill steer with my feet
And hey Dude besides the
point do you or can you remember
We're we parked our horses
when we arrived earlier
Because i think maybe i have
had a little 2 much 2 drink
So much so i can't in fact
recall which 1 of us
is Wayne and 1 is John
Quite obviously what this
situation is crying out for is
for us to have another drink
to clear our heads and sober up
And to discuss this matter further
in greater detail like proper gentlemen
And hey currently i can only see
2 of you , your blurred face
and what appears to be a ring
of bird's circling a star
So that's great news how drunk
can i be that's nothing out of the
ordinary
So how about that drink then
i'm parched and fancy a drink
Only 1 or 2 though just enough
to wet the whistle
One of us has to have our
responsible head on
And remember we've still got
to drive home
And don't forget we have to be
up bright and early for work
we have an early start
in the morning
In the beginning was a quince
And a lady named Eve, where was her prince?
When she was in need, Satan got to Eve
“Did God really say?” was Satan’s foray
Why has the apple’s name been sullied, and bullied
Is the argument valid (in this word salad)?
The confusion of transgender, was put in a blender
(It was not Adam and Steve, or Madam and Eve)
And what came out, was quince-essential doubt
It’s a blender schism, to mix transgenderism
And what fell on Newton’s head, begs the question instead
At the end of the path of math, is the numerical aftermath
Just because the numbers fall into line, doesn’t prove that a theory is right
The numbers can so easily comport, with the globe or flat sort
The gravity of this situation, is we need The Original Consideration
In a flat and free fall spin there is a sense of it all within
Am I bad mouthing the apple with which I grapple?
I have a right to be heard, even if I say “that’s absurd”
(This tug-of-war we tussle with
Negative, affirmative (and back and forth we go
EI EI O)
On God’s farm he has some terms
EI EI O
And on this farm, we have to learn
EI EI O
Tangents and terms, numbers and words
EI EI O
And the schoolhouse rocks down the path of math
EI EI O
Which theory do we need query
EI EI O
And to me and you (and the Berean gumshoe)
EI EI O
Embrace the task and we must ask, “What did God really say?”
Handbags at dawn
A man in the middle of Handbags at dawn.
Two lovers for one heart. This is war.
A mighty showdown; a choice is needed.
One man, one love; never being greedy.
People don’t worship love anymore.
It’s just a thing they do. Forget about being faithful.
It’s so much easier to do what you want.
Consequences don’t happen, just have fun.
Standing face to face, eye to eye.
Fighting for love. Crocodiles don’t cry.
Learn the pattern, then anything can happen.
Love means nothing, truth only saddens.
Another body is all that matters baby.
Sleep with two until one is unhappy.
There are no rules; promises are made to be broken.
Sleep with convenience. Lies are easily spoken.
Have an argument to get rid of one.
Then find the other one when they are gone.
When you have used them, say goodbye,
Then find the other one and apologize.
Demand privacy when it comes to your phone,
So you can hide when the other one calls.
Tell them you want a night out alone,
To stop the fights…hand bags at dawn.
(C)2019 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Form:
I didn’t see it happen.
That’s what I can’t shake off.
There wasn’t a day
I can go back to
and say--
that’s when things changed.
You were still there.
Same place, same voice.
We still talked.
We still leaned into the same space
like nothing was wrong.
But something was already off.
You started keeping things to yourself.
Not big things.
Just the usual stuff
you used to say without thinking.
I didn’t ask.
I took it as you being a little off,
or I was.
It didn’t feel serious.
That’s what makes it worse,
because now,
when I try to remember
how it ended.
There’s nothing to hold onto;
No argument, no final words.
Just a stretch of time
where you slowly
stopped reaching back,
And I didn’t notice
until I had already
gotten used to it.
Side-Piece Associates the beginnings
always seems like a fairy tale, words and
affection seems so surreal, then after
several months the fairy tale has faltered now
one true character is exhibited now actions
are just mere words, consistency is now
astonished and thought of what was going on.
Consistently you deny my questions about your
your inconsistencies with your behavior with
poker face about your side piece associates,
when there are receipts of infidelity on your
the hard drive I visually saw, Red flags close
at hand at me in all directions this far along
hours away and the clock on the wall exhibit
long hours away from me yet you say I'm
tripping or thinking too hard, that I'm playing
games about your side piece associates for
argument principles of commitment and
trust and choices are sacred in any equation
are now shattered no one deserves this type
of ill-treatment of feeling like a sidepiece
associate.
Why Crippled America?
Any presidential nominee thus far,
Anyone ever in long history’s past,
Could’ve called America crippled,
A high look upon disability to cast.
Disability is now curable sometimes,
And healthcare stands sturdily tall,
As a nation’s proudest profession,
As our greatest step and tribal call.
So the analogy to disability power,
The relationship of doctor/patient,
Could be used by any great politician,
To explain his policies and argument.
But I believe that any candidate knows,
To deliberately dismiss this slogan,
To in determination bypass disability,
As a succinct method of explanation.
It’s what goes to make a man great,
A politician tick and get it right,
A women see the good and justice,
Of the Syrian migrant’s plight.
So Trump should be sued, slammed,
By disabled people in a law court case,
For debasing their physiognomy,
For knifing their contributive face.
He does not pertain to disabled people,
Now, after all of that in any way,
And if you are aware of disability,
Then don’t give him the time or day.
I Thought This Was So Cute And Just Wanted To Share It.
Jesus and Satan were having an ongoing argument about who was better on his computer. They had been going at it for days and God was tired of hearing all the bickering. Finally God said, "Cool it! I am going to set up a test that will run for two hours and I will judge who does the better job.
So Jesus and Satan sat down at their keyboards and typed away.
They moused. They did spread sheets. They did reports and graphs, sent faxes and emails and emails with attachments. They downloaded and did genealogy
reports and made cards. They did every job known to man but ten minutes before time was up lightening flashed across the sky and thunder rolled. The rain poured and of course the electricity went off.
Satan stared at his blank screen and screamed every curse word known in the underworld.
Jesus just sighed and sat back.
The electricity finally flickered back on and they restarted their computers.
Satan started searching frantically screaming ,"It's Gone! It's All Gone!"
"I Lost Everything When The Power Went Out!"
Meanwhile Jesus started printing out all His files from the past two hours.
Satan observed this and became irate.
He screamed, "Wait! He Cheated! How Did He Do That!?"
God smiled and shrugged and said, "Jesus Saves."
Form:
Males are hardwired to compete
While for females it’s cooperate.
That’s because males need to have status
To attract the best females,
That would be the best breeders,
While females need to have help
In the hard work of raising children
And maintaining a home.
So males have a higher tolerance for risk
Than females, which I’m sure to many
Is a good argument for women being smarter
While the men are obviously stronger.
It’s that brain over brawn thing,
Which us brawny ones are happy to indulge.
But anyway, for some the risk is all,
While for others it isn’t even a thing
Until it becomes one, out of necessity
Not choice.
I’ve heard it said
That courage is not the lack of fear
But the willingness to face it, work through it,
Live with it, side by side, like a shadow,
“Today’s a good day to die”
And all that good warrior stuff.
No pain no gain, they also say,
That anything worth having
Is worth suffering for.
The suffering making it all the sweeter
As it ripens our appreciation
Of the value it creates.
Every mother who’s ever given birth,
At least every one before the age of modern medicine,
Knows the truth of that saying.
It isn’t that the pain is sought as a perverse pleasure
In some masochistic way,
But that it is simply endured,
Because it’s inescapable,
Endured with forbearance, patience, and courage,
Not for what the pain is
But for the reward it gives.
Even when that reward
Is simply the cessation of suffering.
(9/7/26)