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Tongue Tied in Cliches

Tongue Tied in Clichés: A Blessing in Disguise

A blessing in disguise,
a double-edged sword—
a far cry from peace,
yet all in all,
at the drop of a hat
we reach for a ballpark figure,
beat around the bush,
break new ground,
burn the midnight oil.

By the book we cut to the chase,
play devil’s advocate,
fill the void with food for thought,
start from scratch,
then get cold feet.

Give the green light,
go down in flames,
hit the nail on the head,
find ourselves in over our head,
jump on the bandwagon,
keep something at bay,
leave no stone unturned.

Out of our depth,
past the point of no return,
we read between the lines,
take it with a grain of salt,
see only the tip of the iceberg—
until at last we throw in the towel.


Speak Street

Speak Street
Written by: D. Collins 12/16/14

To law enforcement, law makers, and all knowledgeable men.
There’s a universal language everybody understands.
It has no talking points, nor use for keywords.
It doesn’t beat around the bush, and, is never scared.

There’s consensus in every corner of the globe.
Speak street to people, they’ll come into the fold.
It creates the willingness to communicate.
And, brings down the barriers that causes hate.

Speak street to people before bringing out the tanks.
Give the people reason to give the system thanks.
Stand before them and look them eye-to-eye.
Ask them why they march?  They will tell you why.

Alongside the action, mindsets have to change.
Until all are equal, life won’t be the same.
Black mothers are tired of seeing their sons die.
They’ve seen so much pain, there are no more tears to cry.
Form: Sonnet

Premium Member About Me - P.D.

"TELL YOU ABOUT ME "
   
Born a full blown Libra to a scale of blind justice
My hair & eyes are brown as can be
I come from a large family
Don't like to be called a princess 
every now and than you still find me climbing up a tree
My daddy paid for my expo ride
My favorite color comes in green
In my hometown I join the women baseball team.
I still own a lot of Mardi beads
I love boxing in my own back yard
I dislike when people think I am very brainy
I no longer care of the Physics of my stare
Funny to think I once knew that the mass and energy,
is related to the famous equation E=mc (tiny) 2....
c how I love the speed of light, gravity do to motion due
m &o are like the m&m of the mass related to the observation of me
LOL : - )  I still have a bit of physics dumb minded skills
Ask me this tomorrow and I will forget every # of square root
Yikes to geometry I want to c light when it comes to v for my velocity,
changing and walking to a straight direction to my four walls of dimension.
That is me not so nutty but a little crazy
With an IQ, to mix and match & play it out.
I love the challenge when I'm standing on my own high horse
Ask me to many questions you will get a beat around the bush
Who really needs to know the truth about being confused
I love to passion out my color pink.
I alway come across to many eye blinks
Get caught up in puzzles that help me think
Yes I love video games Just got done playing "Halo"
M.K. Liu K. is all I got to say/// me play Guitar Hero? hmm? ;-)
My spirit does not let go of the cartoon phase.
When it comes to favorites, I place my son as # 1
How about my favorite niece, she my only true buddy
My favorite all time poet, not many care for his dark eyes Mr E.A. Poe
Emotions to feel it all, why not let it show.
Do not give me coffee, I will over expose my silly charms.
I love my dog, hate his fleas, I keep him away from the birds and the bees
One thing I can not go with out is to solve a mystery when in doubt
I guess sometimes I can't even figure myself out, 
Why some one would say I can be a role model?
This is just a bit about me, ooh yes I forgot to mention 
I love the slamming world of all kinds of poetry.
                
 by:p.d.
Form: Narrative

Premium Member Be Straight With Me

I can handle the truth if you give me a chance
Your trying to control the situation in advance
You're telling me everything but what I want to hear 
Being honest is one way you show you're sincere
Don't beat around the bush and be straight forward
I know seeing my reaction can be quite awkward
Knowing how you really feel can give me that release
Just communicate with me and give me my peace
They say the truth hurts but it also heals the pain
Telling multiple lies to ease a situation is insane
You can't control the way I deal with your news
To play mental games with me is one way to lose
Keeping it real with a person is the way I know to be
Spare me the deceit and just be straight with me
Form: Rhyme

Another Story To Tell

Here I am, late night. Waiting for the train after work as usual in my zone Floetry "Hey you" playing on the phone. This woman sits next to me and I can feel her eyeing me, I look over she turns away smiling ever so gently but it was her classy attire that had me swayed. Now I'm usually the nervous type but I play it cool but I'm shy right. I don't usually approach women cause I feel they really aren't worth my time and sometimes when they open their mouth I see in their lifetime they haven't really opened their mind. So I say you look familiar starting off with lies, she smiles says hi and starts telling me about her day, I say hi I'm Corey and I don't this every day and yeah you're beautiful but behind every smile is a story to tell, every woman's been something and if she says she isn't more than likely at this moment she's probably going threw hell. Anyway I don't beat around the bush so I'm like I would love to get to know you past your beauty and your scars and she says I'm sorry but I'm already spoken for. I say well, the conversation was nice and we both part ways, no regrets at all and that was probably the highlight of my day
© Corey Ross  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Lyric


Round The Bush, In The Cycle


Sir Donkey performs on stage,
His perfect smile leaves the audience in a daze,
But why does Sir Donkey have tears running down his perfect face!

“I want to play, I want to play,” the donkey says,
“Donkeys aren't allowed to play!” shouts the walrus.

The mighty walrus in shining armour!
Quick in reaction, clever in interaction.
But sometimes the Walrus wants to do and say,
What's on his mind, not what's prepared for him that day!

“I don't want to serve you anymore!” the Walrus says.
Mr Giraffe frowns,
“A walrus does not get to have a say!”

Here comes Mr Giraffe!
He can reach the stars with his long neck,
Strong, muscular, a dear to the ladies.
But why do they climb his back,
And gradually pull Mr back!

They suddenly twist and tie his neck.
“Let go, let go! I want to reach the stars!” Mr cries,
But sadly, it's too late ...
Mr is endlessly floating in space.

Now tell me why the Donkey cried and yelped,
Venting out loud, thinking he would be helped!

But Sir Donkey still doesn't understand the difference. 
The difference between sugar coated flies,
And sweet little honey fries.

So once again,
Let's beat around the bush.
Now Sir Donkey continues the cycle...

The cycle outlives this poem.
The cycle outlives the animals.

Premium Member The Sky Is a Limit

I am going to write about the sky is the limit
Or is it?
There shouldn't be any limit
God is an unlimited God
So why should you deserve anything less?
You should always be striving
for the other side
Lol not
You shouldn't be striving anyway
God is going to give you 
what He is going to give
But he will not give you limits 
I know that
He will tell you not do
And it is up to you to obey
But do you consider that a limit
if you know what is good for you?
God will always give you what you want
And if anyone tells you otherwise
It's a bunch of baloney
The Bible said "He will give you the desires of your heart" (Psalm 37:4)
And sometimes He will you more than what you desire
Because He an unlimited God
Don't expect Him to stop
For a time I was tired of He is always changing me
But I found that He changes me for the better
And I gave up
He can just do whatever He is going to do
Up to no good
Lol
Or is it?
Who knows?
Depends on the day, right?
But I do know that He will continue to give it to you
as long as you obey
and there is no blockage
What is that?
That is when you do something wrong
and there is something separate between you and God
Don't let that something separate you
Correct it
Do whatever it takes
God will correct you
That's no worry
God will show you exactly what you do wrong
so you can correct it
He doesn't beat around the bush
He beats it on you
I am just kidding
You'll know it anyway
as you wouldn't be here
Now I am really kidding
But I am not kidding about....

Premium Member My Favourite Kind of People Are Women

Women are my favourite kind of people
I drool at the one's in bikinis
Getting a stirring, you know where I mean
Some might call it my genie

That's not obscene, kinda cute don't ya think
I tell it like it is dear friends
I've never been one to beat around the bush
Really not concerned by the trends

Come out and say what's really on my mind
No confusion or mistaking my point
It sure would be better if we all did the same
No mixed signals around this joint

So getting back to young girl's in bikinis
No finer picturesque work of art
So the drooling us males are known to do
Is a testament to the joy in our hearts


© Jack Ellison 2015
Form: Quatrain

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