Long Depose Poems

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WITHOUT A CONSCIENCE 

Are we without godly conscience... 
if I'm not mistaken,

Another human life 
was tragically taken.

There's no justice in murder, 
not even karma so cruel, 

For a death sentence decided, 
without a judge's rule.

Yes, we've been oppressed 
A murderer became obsessed 
by the system's"Deny, Defend, and Depose,"

Let not our anger be displaced, 
our right for justice erased.
though from our afflictions a killer arose

Let not a single satisfaction 
from just one man's appease,

Become a viral infection 
of his vicious disease.

Without conscience he pulled a trigger, 
so callously cold,

Let not this kind of evil
be the removal of our souls.

© Lovie Divine  

Sea of Love

The ebb and flow that comes and goes
      with ocean’s deep emotion shows
   that hearts, like knaves, become her slaves
         beneath the undulating waves.

Excitement grows as hearts expose
      amid the tempting tide’s repose;
   surf’s breaking roar laps on their shore;
         hearts enter through her luring door.

The ocean knows, as passion grows,
      the secrets that they don’t disclose;
   these hearts on fire with wild desire,
         waves pounding as their needs require.

The ebb and flow still comes and goes
      while sea of love, these hearts, depose,
   and lust’s decree will always be 
         a product of this stormy sea.


November 7, 2019

© John Gondolf  

Russia valiantly fights 'a war of defense'
  against Ukraine which 'has given offense'
Can Russia depose 'the Nazi, Zelensky?'
  to end Ukraine's 'genocide of slaughtering Russenkis?'         (aka Russians)

Russia's 'defense of her people' is understandable
But are NATO's policies all-so-commendable?
NATO says 'Nyet' to to No-fly Zones -- 'too provocative'
  ~ Russia laughs at such 'justifications' for her to use her prerogative



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Russia bombs a maternity hospital and a nuclear reactor; levels whole
towns; shells civilian apartment complexes indiscriminately -- and NATO
can't OK a 'No-Fly-Zone' -- a DEFENSIVE tactic! -- to stop it?!!! For the
sake of humanity, when will Western leaders find the courage to FIGHT 
this second coming of the murderous liar, Hitler?!!!!

© Gershon Wolf  

When results are not in, the night the polls close
It gives rise to the lies from all those we despise 
From those who the liars all hope that we chose
The ones who dishonestly seek to depose
All but buyers of liars, wearing emperor's clothes

No longer a virtue…  if it ever was
You can search at the church but it won't likely cause
Plausible deniability to not rule the day
Which now has its sway 
In whatever endeavor for those who will pay

It's our terrible two's so we elected a toddler
Didn't think twice so we did it again
It's trying, this lying, there should be a trial
And trials like this are where it rubs thin
And thin skinned or weak chinned again it begins

But thin skinned or weak chinned, it matters not now
We must learn where we've been or we're going back now
And we'll keep going south, the further we go
As we live hand to mouth, til there's nothing to show
For the hard work put in to get us this far

We crawled, then we walked, then we talked a good game
Taught the world all the rules until they did the same
Now the world waits to see if we'll take the next step
To a healthy childhood, and then adolescence,
Responsible adulthood before our senescence

As a country we'd better learn from these lessons
And lessen the likelihood we've lost the essence
But waiting's not dating or baiting or hating
It's anticipating what we can do better
And we sure could improve on a lying bed wetter

Third times the harm sustained by the bluster
That fulfills the promise of all the King's muster
The Midas inside us has led to the crows
Who gather the shiny bits He always throws
And it's all worn thin as the Emperor's clothes

© John Stetson  

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The seed  planted in frozen earth now grows,  
     through storms and time, its tender stems arose.  
          Once choked by thorns, stubborn, toward light it goes,  
               No pleas for light—it takes what sun bestows.  

The moth unfurls from silk it once outgrows,  
     the river carves the rock, no hammer slows.  
     Wounds I wore now bloom in the vein I chose,  
          old meanings dissolve where deeper Knowing flows.  

Stars fade as night gives way to dawn’s quiet repose~
     my former self decays, unmourns, and does expose
          my ego, that internal script that age and turbulence depose.   
               soul reshaped—my life is now stunning prose.

© sara Etgen-Baker  

The cypress trees at water’s edge hedge an entrance.
We circle senseless, aimless, wheezing from the stench. 
We are unprepared for this netherworld mischance,
this lifeless pool without birds where we entrench.

Drawn into the grotto leading to the abode of the dead,
we are alarmed to find the design is quite familiar.
Our handwriting and signatures cannot be misread.
All around our cacotopian creation seems so peculiar.

Dank alleys crowded; COVID corpses decompose.
Back when, we passively handed the reign of power
to a petulant fiendish bully we might not now depose.
His smirking cult spews contempt like a shower.

Meanwhile conspiracy capers cavort clucking tongues,
and we view our nihility specters, seeking our escape. 
But this vortex germ befouls the air, attacking our lungs.
Our vertigo fatigue means our breakout can’t take shape.

This is long lost Avernus, the black hole of our making.
Thoughtless, this virus only preys on any for the taking.

© Thomas Wells  

Do not sell your soul to a corrupt man,
Groveling to pay the Devil his due;
Stand together and thwart Trump's fascist plan.

Depose the Nazis and the Ku-Klux-Klan,
Let the world witness what patriots do;
Do not sell your soul to a corrupt man.

Fight the good fight the only way you can,
Go to the polls, let your vote speak for you;
Stand together and thwart Trump's fascist plan.

Thousands of lies since his campaign began,
Nothing this confidence man says is true;
Do not sell your soul to a corrupt man.

He claims to be an honest businessman,
Yet, he bullies people, threatens to sue; 
Stand together and thwart Trump's fascist plan.

He's imposing an immigration ban,
His view of America is askew.
Do not sell your soul to a corrupt man;
stand together and thwart Trump's fascist plan.

© Emile Pinet  

    Gus was confused as soon as he said it. 
"That was me, but it wasn't, I mean", he stammered, 
"I said it, but it wasn't from my mind!" 
Penney looked at Gus and reasoned, 
"that is a message, you barnacle brain!" 
She continued, because she HAD to. 
"The spirits need our help against Hillary, evidently, 
she has stabbed them in the back, and is in the 
drivers seat, ready to depose them". "Just ask, Vince Foster and the myriad of others", chimed Kenny. Pedopriest Peter made an upside down cross pattern and folded his hands in prayer. "Osteen, what do we do? 
How may we next serve thee?!"
The Ouija board began to jump a bit- so Gus 
resumed with the feather. 
"S,h,e...o,n,l,y...l,i,s,t,e,n,s...t,o...B,l,a,c,k,R,o,c,k...
A,l,e,i,s,t,e,r,C,r,o,w,l,e,y...o,r...J,e,f,f,r,e,y,E,p,s,t,e,i,n...o,r...J,o,h,n,P,o,d,e,s,t,a...A,l,b,e,r,t,B,o,u,r,l,a,O,f,P,f,i,z,e,r
(o,f,C,o,u,r,s,e,A,p,p,a,r,e,n,t,l,y,E,v,e,r,y,o,n,e,H,a,s,T,o,
L,i,s,t,e,n, T,o,T,h,i,s,O,v,e,r,l,o,r,d,O,f,D,e,a,t,h).
Gus looked his comrades over, this spirit has alot to 
say! "May I ask your name?"...
"L, u, c, i,f,e,r"! 

Gus had a smug look on his face, 
"I knew it was one of Osteens boys!"
Gus was impossible to live with now, having called 
that one, bingo!...

© Jude Herrick  

Blooming colors in shade and sun;
Fragrant elegance, not to be outdone!
In field, garden and flowerpot,
The rose, the violet, and forget-me-not.

Proud and erect upon the stem,
All who pass must notice them!
Pastels and deeps; an array of brights,
Blaze the days and scent the nights.

Preening and dancing on summer's breeze,
In days of beauty.  Days of ease.
I've glimpsed them at noonday, rounding the garden wall-
Much too vain to notice me at all.

And seen them blossom in June morning's heat,
In sun washed loveliness and total conceit!
Scarlet and blue and orange and yellow,
In Red Valley.  In golden meadow.

Others bloom wild on desert sand,
Disdainful of a helping hand.
An ageless beauty that none could depose-
It's just the way it goes.

© Evelyn Judy Buehler  

His passion for power weighs heavy
on his heart forging his decisions.
And he attacks sane politicians
leaking “fake news” out to depose him.

The whole world’s waiting for him to fall
yet none question his authority.
For thanks to Russian interference 
he won the electoral college.

Pacified by his gulf courses and
costly toys He maintains his image.
Yet they can't disguise the fact he lives
in an extravagant gilded cage.

His will’s enforced with merciless might
squashing any signs of rebellion.
For he rules with a iron hard fist
unchecked by the glove of compassion.

Trust's a luxury he can't afford
it could cost him the price of office.
And truth is simply nonexistent
in his quiver of indulgent whims.

Time is the ultimate crucible
impeaching his credibility.
And changing him incrementally 
until there’s nothing left but a clown.

He’s the alpha and the omega
war and terror are his to command.
And he is the harbinger of death
don't mistake him for anything less.

© Emile Pinet