Long Disagreements Poems
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Outnumbered
Miracle Man
September 16, 2023
No matter which direction we turn our head,
Drugs and lawlessness continues it’s spread.
We vote to legalize things currently banned,
putting the illegal element in direct command.
Some try law changing when it doesn’t fit them,
and most disagreements are reason to condemn.
Social media has evolved into a coward’s tool,
we ruin social standing, and cause bullying at school.
Most morals are gone and we’re filled with hate,
if hurt, to get even, that person we invalidate.
It’s in the numbers of illegals breaching our borders,
the cost is billions as they become resource hoarders.
We’re running out of space so some sleep on he street,
causing much resentment and some will mistreat.
When they come many bring their socialist belief,
wouldn’t sealing the border bring lasting relief?
Mise en place
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By: Chef Woggawomp Extraordinaire
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He spoke of her with high regards
her frown showed her disapproval
the phrase he gave
I must behave as my
thoughts differ considerably
As is such I must disagree
that your words of kindness
jive against the actual experiences
where you to say
difficult to deal with
specific disagreements or disapprovals
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(She doesn't like rare meat's
she snapped
at me when I placed the plate on the table.
I will never forget her reaction: "I cursed her in private)
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2 New York Strip Steak and 1 Porterhouse deboned and sliced.
(Cooked Medium Rare and rested)
Shallots,Fresh Herbs – Mint Leaves & Cilantro.
butter lettuce, romaine, iceberg, a blend
Cherry Tomatoes + Cucumbers
4 cups of cooked fried rice
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Thai beef salad dressing ingredients
Garlic,Jalapeno,Fresh Lime Juice
Fish Sauce ,Lemongrass ,Brown Sugar
vinegar, grated ginger,coconut milk
Red Chilli Flakes, 1/4 cup of crushed pork rinds
When everyone goes east, he heads west
to him, every dialogue is a contest
comes into an interaction as the biggest
then leaves agonisingly as the lowest.
When he speaks, you know he is half-honest
even though he truly knows, but not near the best.
He always end up lost in the forest
this simple fact, he cannot digest.
The moment he shamefully fails the test
he begins to manifest
then becomes far from being modest
and everyone around him, he treats like unwanted guests.
Causing a general unrest
as he unnecessarily protest.
All over his countenance, ignorance crests
not accepting defeat, he holds high his egocentric chest.
Quick to make jest
but correction; he equates to incest
and disagreements, he always detest.
We all have the quest
to know and share the latest
so as to add value to ourselves and self-invest
which can be a cultivation to future harvest.
But knowing it all is impossible
and knowing half, believing to know all is ridiculous.
Admiting not to know it all is the fairest
but this is yet not comprehensible to him,
to whom; to know is like a conquest.
The wise keep quiet lest,
they cause him to become the tempest
and with every word, he neutralizes any palatable zest.
Oh poor child!
change or you'll suffer from everlasting molest
where no one wants to visit your nest
not because you are unblest
but cos of the truth of your infest
which now, is obviously clearest.
It is good to learn my child
and sharing is an attribute of Love.
But run away from half baked lines
or be humble enough to listen
while they become fully whole.
You were given two ears and one mouth
hence talk less and listen more
because an Ignoramus is always not far from becoming a fool!
52 words written in 1787 and ratified in 1788 were meant to be a guiding light to make America great.
It began with certain concepts on the kind of country we should be.
With a hope these words would be self-evident throughout our history.
We the people…it begins…not I or you or me
They knew if we were to be a country…it had to start with We.
The knew we would not always agree…they knew this in their hearts
but they hoped our disagreements wouldn’t tear our country apart.
But they did tear us apart back in 1861…
Where we learned when you fight a war against yourself…
that war is never won.
It’s happening again today…which makes me wonder what would it take
to understand the lessons from our history and learn from our mistakes?
There are those out there now who think this country is great…
There are those of us who disagree….
that there is no way we can be great until the two sides become We.
That if we can’t resolve these differences…our democracy will be gone
and the 52 words meant to guide us
won’t be worth the paper they were written on…
It’s ironic those 52 words that began this country…
of this there is no doubt
are unable to be read…
when we turn our own lights out.
The snow falling intermittently around my little cabin
Covering at times my beautiful tree
The only life I have ever known
I dream of sunny days and flowers poking out of the ground
I know not where these dreams have come from
Nor the memories of waves crashing upon an unknown beach
When I venture too far a barrier I meet
My face pressed up so close my nose becomes smashed
I try to see beyond the wooded shelf my home seems perched
But all becomes a blur of lights of green red and blue
So I stay close to home
The lights bring a melancholy I don't understand
How I came to be here is a mystery that time seems
Not to want to solve
Loneliness hits from time to time
I talk to my tree
She does not talk back which is fine with me
For it does lessen the risk of disagreements
That which I am not fond of
Sometimes I feel I may be missing out
That there may be more to see
I tell myself how silly
I have everything I need right here
I feel neither cold nor heat
Hunger nor thirst
Wait... where did that thought come from
I do not dwell
Though I do not feel tired
I do still sleep
It breaks the monotony
The dreams are of a different time that I don't recall
Like watching a movie...
A man a dog an experiment gone horribly wrong...
11/26/2019
Stuck in a Christmas Globe Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Bobby May
It had been so long since I’d felt loved and wanted.
Then I met John. We basked in our late-in-life romance.
Gone was the loneliness that had left me feeling haunted.
Our relationship proved I had been wise to take a chance.
Though somewhat set in our ways, we adjusted well,
each accommodating the other. He often mentioned how much
we were alike. We had no serious disagreements. I fell
more deeply in love with him, daily craving his touch.
A year after we met, he proposed. Of course, I said, “YES!”
We retirees in the autumn of life would be together forever
enjoying each other and family, traveling. No stress---
Then came the devastating blow. Forever became never.
He called on Christmas Day, of all times, to say he’d changed his mind.
This man who’d often mentioned how alike we were declared
that we were too different. He made no effort to be kind,
to let me down gently. I doubt he ever loved me—or even cared.
He's been a casket full of bones for for six or seven years.
When I learned of his demise, I deeply sighed but shed no tears.
A little time as in the situation
corporation as the business takes lead
accordingly in disagreements
the nights of the achievements of many work
another destiny fulfilled completely
honors and awards as it appears
goals as planned time lasts
meetings prepared periodically
over a destiny season in coming years
life stress, long hours worked
degrees accomplished success
along the ways in the journey days
as her business growth life's approached
many days of sleepless nights
prepared for the enemies and a fight
standing her grounds independently owned
Blessed and keeping her faith
as all rules enforced stayed in place.
I was standing alone
Just above to the side of the grave where she lay
Thinking thought so no mercy abundance
Children we raised
It was a glimmer of hope
That all our memories that I have of you of her would not fade
Away
Oh how I miss
Miss I the statue of her height
Ooh, oh I miss I the look in her eyes
Oh how I miss I her plump lips
Miss I all that I miss
I so miss her conscience
Oh how I miss I this circumference of her chest
Oh how I miss I the beauty of her bliss
Oh how I miss I the texture of her touch
Oh I miss I the beauty of her heart
Oh I miss I to touch of her skin
Oh I miss I the first time we began
Oh I miss I to stare they those brown eyes glance
Miss I of the first meeting by chance
Awe and wonders I the 35 years of knowing,
of acquaintance of courtship of marriage this I do miss
Missing I these those subtle disagreements
To array the slimmer of fights verbal disagreements
To later reconciliating in the spooning cuddling
In the nights miss that I missing I the spoken word
Shutter I miss the aromatic smell of your heart surge
O how I miss I that the way you write you're cursing writing text
Beyond this and that I miss the sound of your voice
as I stand here alive above the grave site
Down below the grasses the dirt the turf 6 ft away below
In a casket it's just your remains but alas it's not true
Inside this coffin not you you're not here/there
Forever darling you're beautiful soul is in heaven, forevermore away
O' and yes got took His daughter back home, won't lie still it hurts, you see I am a man who TRULY LOVED BEING GODLY MARRIED...
DEDICATED TO MY WIFE CARMEN LEE BROWN LEE
SUNRISE1954---SUNSET 2018
WRITTEN BY JAMES EDWARD LEE SR © 2021
3/27/21
Every couple will argue, have conflicts or disagreements,
It's quite normal.
The key is whether both parties are willing,
To make an effort to resolve them.
The pace of life is hard to adapt,
But it's normal.
Those steps in life can be taken gradually
But you must figure it out were the problem lies is
Between the two of you.
Life is just like daily necessities
A thousand things to be taken cared of
Some things may never be fully understood.
If both parties decided to be together,
Then go all in and live your life well.
If one day you feel that you really can't go on,
Then just break up.
Then, if you meet your love, then, love again.
If you don't meet it, then, move back in.
Just like you now, living with Mom and Dad.
The courage to forge ahead,
The courage to retreat,
It's your love and life you choose.
All terrain passing over sand stones from a distance catering to the hillside the mountain sent down a calming coolness while the barrels of oil leaked my minds eye focused on the stone slabs beneath the mountaintop grinding as the convoy entered the hidden nooks conveyed by night hiding under day teal lavender fabric covered my being hints of dates aroused my senses while meaningful gestures crowded my space chatter invaded this telepathically disdained balance covenant by old disagreements that poured out into the caves my knees trembled as I'm being quite pampered by kings giant screems facing every direction nations gathering for a group meet up my hands are kissed peppermint teas are chills served in brass tea containers looking over the world exploding I am comforted i am safe I am kandahar
Written by Mrs Yolanda Joy Nicholsen