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(Free Verse)
How we miss those lovely, verdant scenes
of woodlands that framed our riversides;
rich, with hearty trees and creature life...
callously mowed down, destroyed
in name of progress and development...
deforestation...acres of lush trees,
and their creatures also now long gone;
territory lost by human cause.
They left; now stray into our yards,
exiled, hungry, have nowhere to go.
Once they roamed in nature's paradise,
now destroyed and cleared
for building mega-mansions on the shore.
Wealth...with loss of nature's gifts;
no mind, the killing of the trees...
sending animals to roam our streets.
Where do we find solutions?
What can we do to save Earth's loss?
Protect our creatures' lives?
As long as money rules...there are none.
(Iambic Pentameter)
For many years, a green, dense forest grew
between our homes and the long river's edge;
we lived our days in peace with a great view
and happy animals were safe below the ledge.
But, all too soon that land became the prize-
as builders claimed the lovely riverfront
would lure great buyers as large mansions rise;
no care that animals would bear the brunt.
And so, the land was cleared for many miles
between the river and the older homes.
Creatures of the wild began their trials-
as into private yards, each species roams.
Their groups were broken up and now have spread
to find new shelters if and where they can;
deer, fox, coyotes, raccoons- bears embed
the space that doesn't meet their deserved plan.
In an ill-advised decision,
Educationally dumb,
New York City’s ranked its teachers,
Which defies the rule of thumb.
For the whole world now has access
To the way each teacher scored,
Though I thought humiliation
Was a means to be deplored.
Only math and English teachers
Bear the brunt of this new rule,
Which eliminates most pedagogues
Who work in every school.
What’s the basis of the rankings?
Well, it’s simple yet pathetic –
Results of standard city tests,
Supposedly prophetic.
A teacher may be patient, smart,
Creative or exciting;
She may inspire thinking minds
Or brilliant bursts of writing.
But all of that won’t mean a thing
If students’ scores are flat;
‘Cause politicians are convinced
Exams are where it’s at.
It doesn’t matter if the kids
Have problems or are poor;
The teacher is the one at fault
When there’s a sub-par score.
And now the public has the chance
To check each teacher’s name;
A ranking near the bottom means
They know just who to blame.
My question to the city is,
For teachers who scored low,
If branding them on websites
Is the proper way to go.
For people are so quick to judge
When labels are applied.
I know I’d feel like Hester Prynne,
With no place safe to hide.
Like educators everywhere,
I’m shocked, appalled, dismayed.
To those in charge who pushed this through,
You get a failing grade!
A year ago, the Russian state launched an unprovoked attack
Seizing land from Ukraine but they've bravely fighting back
If Russia can't have it, they operate a policy of scorched earth
And turn many towns and villages into mounds of rubble and dirt.
Russia then weaponised their gas and shipments of grain
And tried to inflict on the civilian people unbearable pain
His criminal army targets hospitals, schools, homes and utilities
He thought the Ukrainians would surrender, rather than freeze.
He tells the Russian people lies and many believe every word
And he tells them he's protecting Russia ;I find that absurd
We've seen evidence of his atrocities against women and men
And it's heart-breaking to see pictures of murdered children.
Ukraine was never a bold threat to that rogue terrorist state
Putin thought the west would leave the Ukrainians to their fate
How wrong was he to think the western world would look away
They're helping Ukraine defend itself and NATO leads the way.
Russia's ancient equipment and army are no match for the west
And to help Ukraine defend itself it is supplying weapon's the best
The Russian dead pile up on battlefields but Putin doesn't care
And hides away in the safety and comfort of his underground lair.
Wagner mercenaries recruited from jails to increase Russian might
Told their sentences will be lengthened if they don't go and fight
The dregs of Russian humanity are now sent to the eastern front
Together with inexperienced conscripts who now bear the brunt.
Russia is asking for weapons from North Korea, China and Iran
If China supplies them weapon's then their trade we should ban
People say Ukraine should concede land so that the war will end
But Russia has shown its evil dark side and will never be a friend.
Putin keeps threatening to use weapons of mass destruction
And has now backed out of treaties and increased production
Does he honestly think that the western world will stand by
If he launches just one, then you can be sure the west will reply.
Vladimar Putin started this war and there is no one else to blame
He is a disgrace to humanity and should hang his head in shame
Decent Russians and there are many should topple him for his crime
And his war criminal army arrested and either hung or serve time.
My Dear Heart,
I owe you the gift of love and gratitude
for each beat you take to keep me alive,
and for all the times you've been hurt
by bad decisions I made that wounded you.
You always heal, but I know you feel
the distress that sometimes left deep scars.
You bear the brunt of my unbridled emotions,
and yet your devotion to me is unswerving.
We have a mutual admiration society of two,
and so often it's been just me and you.
One heart, one mind, we share a soul.
The one time when you lost all control,
I could not deter you from what you sought.
Oh, dear heart, I dare not blame you
for needing to be loved. Desire is a banquet
that you served me to feast on for a while.
And for that time, I smiled as never before,
but beguile was an act of hardship and sorrow
that I swore we'd not go through again.
What disdain we felt, and in prayer I knelt
that suffering would end and mend our grieving.
Only by believing in you did I make it through
the grief and disdain, the vulnerability and pain.
I owe you my life, and on it I earnestly pledge
never to cause you harm that I can prevent.
No walking through life on the edge of a knife,
no stress will I place beyond what you can bear.
I promise you this. I solemnly swear.
With cherished love and devotion...
January 29, 2023
Dear Heart Contest
Sponsor: Mystic Rose Rose
I am filled with rage and frustration. I’m doing my best, pushing forward with everything I have, yet I feel forced to halt my own progress. In a tempestuous fury, I question you.
I lead, I strive, and every step feels like a battle with you. You have it easy, assuming I’ll shoulder everything while you play ignorant, yet you know exactly how to get what you want. Do you see me as a fool, or am I just a convenient toy someone to be picked up and discarded at will?
Must I always be the one to carry the weight of every decision? I try to think ahead, to use my mind, but it feels as though I’m holding everyone’s hand, mapping out every step, every outcome. It’s always on me. I am the one who must bear it all, and I’m about to explode.
I have my own struggles, my own conditions to manage but who’s there for me? I’m the one who must bear the brunt of the pain. That’s what it means to be a man, isn’t it? To sacrifice, to endure, to stand unyielding.
That’s it. That’s the life we’re told to lead.
DONALD TRUMP – RE: DUCKS --
this portion dashed off
(while dry ving an open white hearse slay
so many months back before
slated him slotted the most coveted
Casino biggest win - before the political imbroglio
much more upsetting than today
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Axe the old don
A trump peter n piper of incredulous hellish crud - be gone
With the ha air brushed pompous ****
so the Macy jackal hound doth run
After public outcry yelps
for his hide and proletarian discord won!
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Donald Duck Trump ™$ - a pompous ass
makes war with his big brass
knuckles and bucket of crass
maligns vis a vis character assassination with bro kin glass
inciting banal deathly hallowed expletives
toward lass sees – especially
Fox Television news anchorwoman Megyn Kelly
inducing said personality to bear the brunt of brutish mass
of vitriolic n vile insults from incriminating verbal pass
so…ex post facto viz mine NO VOTE from me
thus this digital screed to disallow him
to accept the oath of office, cuz he will hurrahs
from such a snooty arrogant simian with sass!
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I van a try to describe while sitting on me rump
How he oh bomb in lee rages with gnashing teeth
while back a slump
Blasting Democratic nomination as a sham –
From special interest bro and sis turn pump
He, the epitomy of crass bloviation, a malignant lump
Whose rants sans presidential outcome a sham rocking red bull
in a China shop with his millions beds this,
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That and another woman to bareback jump
Disseminating gene pool –
Obama null lee birthing more Quakers
and additionally doth hump
The mass media as some foolhardy charade
And caricature of a frazzled grump
This arboreal clothed ape
Erecting Taj Mahal phallic symbol where players dump
And gamble away hard earn cash
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For his hello kitty, as if that cachet to grind and bump
Lambasting with that maniacal leering pout
while hair rum runs rampant with red bulls
In a China shop atop his bulbous aerosol sprayed heady measly shaped
ulterior motive aimed his sights to become Pastor of Muppets
Dis eased cranial hologram
Of a cretaceous, facetious and insidious mump.
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By: Baron von Ivan Mal N. Ya.
New York City has a plan
To build a “transfer station;”
Such a pleasant moniker
For so much aggravation.
For in more realistic terms,
They really mean a dump.
Giving it a fancy name
Won’t even fool a chump.
Tons of smelly garbage
Will arrive in endless trucks
Bringing traffic, rats and noise
And costing mega-bucks.
A local center used by schools
And camps for recreation
Will bear the brunt of all the evils
Of this “transfer station.”
The residents who live nearby
Have argued and appealed,
But lack of empathy
From Speaker Quinn* has been revealed.
No neighborhood should suffer
When folks’ health is on the line.
I hope somebody’s listening,
For this neighborhood is mine!
*New York City Council Speaker
Can't understand how Covid
Has taken over our lives
Started in Wuhan, China
But some say it's a disguise
To eradicate a population
That the undertones defines
As the count is rising
So does the bogus cries
Some say it's a man made disease
Caused by G5 transmitters
But the fast increases
And mounting funeral pyres
With the tally on the rise
Gives me the jitters
Some say its the future
Some say it's liberty denied
Because in a life and death situation
The government controls our lives
Not with rules and regulations
We have to give up freedom
Before the whole population dies
Some say its a curse for failure
Others , there is no explanation
Even hidden from the wise
But we keep playing with nature
When it avenges in abundance
The whole world cries
It gives us the notion
That these are perilous times
With no end to the commotion
To find a cure
We are faced with the daily tally
And an increase on the score
The old bear the brunt
Of that we can't deny
But the young has no exemption
When you hear parents cry
But what of the un-recorded
When they are certified
In the absence of an autopsy
From which we can rely
Giving some certainty
To verify the eye
We were talking about climate change
Before Covid hit the scene
Now wiped from the front pages of dailys
As Covid, reigns supreme.
Some Day I’m Coming Back
The things that made us who we are
aren’t written in a book
nor do the things they gave us
equal what they took.
Hands that rocked the cradle
soon left welts behind
the harshness of their laughter
made it less than kind.
Priest at Sunday dinner
guest at a meal he’s leeching
washed down with Irish whiskey
and the ******** that he’s preaching
of the sacred and the pious
and all the souls he saves,
bite your cheek and do not utter,
kiss their ass though they are knaves.
Walk the streets in other’s clothing
knowing that it once was new,
bear the brunt of other’s laughing
at the coat and not at you.
Grit your teeth and sheath your anger
for you must be kind and meek
when just once you’d like to give them
the beating that they seek.
Harden heart and nerve and sinew
refuse to knuckle under
protect whatever’s left
from the hands of gods that plunder.
Savor freedom’s single breath
view escape through dungeon’s crack
holding tight to rage’s mantra
“some day I’m coming back”.
John G. Lawless
for Vicky Tsiluma
contest – I’ll Be Back
There’s nobody except a saint
Who never utters a complaint
Though there are those who seem to thrive
On kvetching to keep them alive.
“The chair’s too low, the waiter’s rude
And do not ask about the food!
The light’s too dim, the doctor’s mean;
The bathroom’s never really clean…”
The list is endless for, of course,
Complaints can come from any source;
But sometimes I’d just like to hide
From people never satisfied.
They’d hang their heads in true defeat,
Their day not really quite complete,
If fault could not be quickly found
That they could broadcast all around.
The rest of us must bear the brunt
Of every moan or tsk or grunt;
But look at me – I’m not abstaining –
Carping ‘bout the ones complaining!