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What a sad spectacle
seeing hordes of people
amid riots
breaking into
department stores
and destroying businesses
just to loot them.
Stop the looting!
Hands off the merchandise!
How is it justice
for George Floyd?
for Eric Garner?
for Michael Brown, Jr?
for Tamir Rice?
for Freddy Gray?
for any future Black victim
of police brutality?
What makes you
any different from those
you supposed to be
protesting against?
Stay home if you'd rather
loot stores than riot
peacefully.
Shame on you
for dishonoring
the memory of those
you should be
protesting for.
If you truly cared about
representing the families
of victims who died
at the hands of corrupt cops
you wouldn't be
showing up just to loot.
Shame on you
for trying to undo
the movement
for positive change.
If your intention
isn't to contribute
to that change, stay indoors.
By all means, protest
without breaking any laws.
But when you loot, you give
peaceful protesters
demanding justice
a bad name!
You are not helping!
Join the movement
for positive change, if not,
please, stay home!
Stop the looting!
Hands off the merchandise!
How is it justice
for George Floyd?
for Eric Garner?
for Michael Brown, Jr?
for Tamir Rice?
for Freddy Gray?
for any future Black victim
of police brutality?
Stop committing a crime
while railing against criminals
for crying out loud!
Submitted for...
'Your fave poem 2020 not written for a contest' Poetry Contest
Sponsored by John Hamilton (Winner: 2nd Place)
Date written: 06/17/2020
Date originally written: 05/31/2020
Guess my reputation could be sweeter, but hey-
At least I'm not a skunk!
Backbiting scrounger you say?
I like to call it being environmentally friendly;
No waste when I'm around, I can assure you!
I'm not the coolest looking dude in the bush;
hunchbacked, slitty-eyed and spotty
But those alpha females go crazy for my shaggy back.
And what I lack in charm, I make up for in speed and wit.
You should hear the pack cackle at my jokes!
And my chat-up line works a treat:
'Hey darling, I've got a bone to pick with you!'
Survival in sub-Saharan Africa is no laughing matter
But we all have to let our hair down sometimes!
15.07.19
Pick A Title, Vol 6 - Personification - Poetry Contest : sponsored by Edward Ibeh
You’re going as far as I throw you,
Soon as I jumped off the porch, I was Goku.
Soon as I knew you were a fan, I was for you
gets real like a gender reveal, I adore you.
Hole-in-one, I do this for the sport,
Get me a deal, never get a divorce.
Hop on the beat, I’ma leave in a Porsche,
High as a plane, need a plain Jane.
All in your raps is the same thing,
Tote guns? I got more stories
Than Forrest Gump got the potion.
The devil emojis, you send them to me how I get them so often?
When I'm getting top, I'm with Jocelyn.
I’ma start from the bottom, but I'm getting all of it.
Can’t see me, I’m behind tint.
I ain't going to catch no attempt.
I ain't vibin' with an itch,
I will never be a simp.
I’m pulling green like I’m pushing the OG,
Dismiss all these hoes, leave 'em lonely.
I gotta move, I ain’t posted.
I got G.O.D. with me, keep it on me.
The bigger the opponent, the harder they falling.
I’m obviously on one I always get off it.
I got a bone to pick who I’m rolling with?
Loyalty more I ain’t got no friends.
Only play pretend who you dancing with?
Get a nasty twist every time that you on a trip.
I be talking 'bout life is a bitxh,
Never tit for tat I ain’t got time for that.
I be laughing every time I hit the gas,
What you know 'bout me getting a chick with an ass?
Every time you miss me, it's like skipping a class.
Yeah, weight the track I give it motion.
Left her on read, no emotion.
Chasing the bread I be boasting.
Someone is consumed with anger and has gone mad
Venting fitful words of ire ...how childish; how sad
Like a flock of loud crows
The noisy blah blah goes
It's so trite and trivial. Give it up. Egad!
Life is filled with locked doors wherever I may roam
But I will not cry 'wee wee wee' all the way home
I'm not that little pig
And I don't give a fig
So froth doesn't drip from my mouth like rabid foam
If you've a bone to pick with others in the soup
Work it out instead of posting blog poems of poop
This is a poetry site
There's no need to fight
Don't be sneaky like a fox in a chicken coop
I must say that in my four score years I've done it all and seen it all,
But in the autumn of my life, noxious noises drive me up the wall!
I like the soothing sound of most music and birds trilling in the trees,
But, Lord, spare me the wheezing of those bagpipes, if you please!
I like the sound of thunder and the rain falling softly on my roof,
But I could strangle the neighbor for letting his mutt yap and woof!
I can tolerate classical music until the prima donna Madame Zaria,
Begins to belt out her raucous contralto in an intolerable aria!
A most trying nuisance and I suppose one of my biggest gripes,
Are kids with boom boxes and their jalopies with those roaring pipes!
I don't mind the occasional rumbling of a train or the screaming jets,
But when dining I suffer acid reflux hearing inane cell phone vignettes!
I've got a bone to pick with the inventor of the wailing saxaphone!
That and the squeaking of a clarinet are more than I can condone!
I like western musical harmony sung by "The Sons Of The Pioneers."
But spare me those "She Done Me Wrong Songs" - they aggravate my ears!
Why can't folks keep their cats inside so they aren't yowling on my lawn,
And a hex on the dude revving his Harley Davidson waking me at dawn!
I reckon before I blow a gasket or worse yet lose my poise,
I'd better rush out and buy some ear plugs to stifle that noxious noise!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
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To Whom It May Concern:
I have a bone to pick with you
Don’t take this personal
But its become a personal issue
I feel I can relate
Because of all the things I’ve been through
For awhile I’ve been noticing that our young people are straying
Lost in a world where in schools they can no longer pray in
Where teachers make less
Than those who are the cause of their addiction
Should we blame it on ourselves
Or should we blame it on the system
Blame it on the parents
Or blame the politicians
While we’re pointing fingers
We’re losing focus and vision
Society is falling cause no body is willing to stand up
Our young people struggling to see where they’re going
While searching for a reason to hold their heads up
Our elders are quick to judge from the jury’s seat
When guidance is the seed that’s missing from our society
Sentence them to life
Before they had a chance to live
Take everything from them
Before they had a chance to give
Police can’t find the shooter
Because people are afraid to be labeled a witness
The difference is the problem
And the problem is the difference
Can’t you see the problems are starting in the schools
By taking away the Bible
You’re taking away the rules
You’re taking away their foundation on which they’re to build a home
We tell them Jesus is the way
Yet we ourselves aren’t following him
We tell them the devil is the enemy
Yet we’re the ones encouraging him
Now I’m not criticizing
And I don’t mean to judge
But I’m sick of being a bystander
Enough is enough
D.Christian
Hey buddy, this pooch has got a bone to pick with you -
You’re in the doghouse and we need to talk this through.
So prick up your ears and hear me through to the end -
This language barrier needs some serious work, my friend!
You wonder why I sulk and have no time for tricks -
Well would you want to party if you’d had your manhood fixed?!
And then you tug my lead when I’m positioned by a tree-
Say, do I bring a stop watch every time you need a wee?
I bring your paper daily, wag my tail with affection
But do you thank me? No, you just rush to the sports section.
I don’t mean to hound you because I’m your biggest fan
But please don't take for granted your most faithful Doberman x
30/07/18
link 2 : https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=O83lmO1lNDc
Doberman Pinscher Contest:
I dived into the cauldron of magic potion and... Poetry Contest
Anoucheka Gangabissoon
I dived into the cauldron of magic potion
in hubby's best interest
... and, drum roll, mine also
You see, well there's nothing to see
And that's the point
... for this point of contention
only touches the surface
Where his plumbing could use some work
... sigh ... a lot of work
We tried all the gimmicks
... and unfortunately
All the gimmicks laughed at us
We tried the blues, greens, and lotions
And his rowboat remains docked
… In the parting seas
With eagerness, we look at the cauldron
For some magic
Something … like something to hold onto
A rabbit's foot ... hum that might work
Even a lifeboat … only for me
So cauldron what say you
You have a bone to pick … ha, ha
I love autumn - 'tis my most favorite of the seasons.
The harvest moon and colorful leaves are some of many reasons.
Trees that during summer provided shade and leaves of jade,
Now wear robes of red and gold so brilliantly displayed!
I'm awed as the rising sun casts its beams on neighboring trees,
Further exposing exquisite leaves dancing in the gentle breeze.
But I have a bone to pick with Mother Nature, truth be told.
Though my emerald lawn is now carpeted with pretty leaves of gold,
'Tis not especially to my liking since it is them I must rake.
'Tis neighbor's leaves that litter my lawn - and that's my bellyache!
I have a bone to pick with the Wright Brothers who invented the plane.
Those fellers created many problems for me that have become my bane!
To fly the friendly skies nowadays is a pain in the **** provoking me to curse!
The whole procedure exasperates me enough to hurl rocks at a rolling hearse!
First, I must consult my perplexing computer to make a firm reservation,
Then they route me on a dozen different flights to reach my destination!
I must arrive at the airport three hours in advance of my scheduled flight,
To be probed by Fred Feely Fingers of the TSA adding to my plight!
I must pay an exorbitant amount for each of my bags that once flew free,
And if I want a coke, peanuts, pillow or headphones there is another fee!
The seats are so close I must rest my chin upon my knees or sit by an exit door,
But I'll suffer 'twixt two fat ladies, for to sit by the door would cost me more!
It's usually my bad luck to be strapped in near a kicking, screaming kid,
Or little old ladies regaling me about their operations 'til I want to blow my lid!
Next time I travel I'll hitchhike, hop a freight, or ride a Greyhound bus,
To enable me to travel at my leisure, enjoy the scenery and eliminate all the fuss!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
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