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Biden has never felt weller
He’s seen off that crazy-haired fella
With boxes to dump
Of votes ticked for Trump
He simply can’t move in his cellar.
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Neil Armstrong had NASA to please
He slowly got down on his knees
He dug up a rock
And got quite a shock
And said ‘Yum... it really is cheese.’
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Pythagoras drove a big wedge
He said the world’s round with no ledge
Columbus was stressed
When in the Crow’s nest
He cried, ‘We've gone over the edge‘
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That Alexander Graham Bell
At least as far as I can tell
His chisels he’d hone,
Carved a dog and a bone
Marconi had made one as well
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Alexander Fleming earned his shilling
By working so hard and so willing
He ate mouldy bread
But before he was dead
He invented a pen with a quill in
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Adam, it seems, had no mother
But God had sent Adam a lover
Eve, naked in bed
Was sad when he said
Hi ducks, have you got a brother?
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The asteroid wouldn’t desist
It’s path wouldn’t turn, wouldn’t twist
That fireball from space
flew by at a pace
A caveman said f*ck me, it missed
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That covid was terribly cruel
It just wouldn't run out of fuel
We first sent rebukes
And then we sent nukes
When Xi Jinping said ‘April Fool’
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Isaac Newton is astounded
The apple has left him confounded
His half crazy stare
As it floats in mid air
Is strange for he’s always so grounded
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No seconds, no minutes, no hours,
A cosmos of dust and gas showers
They’d clash and they’d clang
To make a big bang...
Phut!
Respect is the essence which never fades
Respect is what one needs during the journey
Be respectful of others,
use your conscience, treat them with dignity.
Not everyone has had it easy in life
and from my experience
those who have suffered the most have the most
amazing beautiful fractal heart;
No everyone has it handed to them on a silver plate
some have had to contend with abuse and hate
be gentle when sharing your views with others
yours might have come easy, but theirs were hard earned
Bend the reed but don't break it,
rigidity is for mules not humans ;
Let them feel free to express their beliefs
without being clubbed over the head !
Its easy to have faith when everything is going well
its easy to give up, when everything is not
Be kind to those who wear scars on their sleeve
be good to all, harm none, and most of all
Respect where they are, when it came to survival, they had the gall.
Buddy was the youngest and bravest of soldiers,
he left Richmond Hill and his adolescent dreams;
on European battlefields he fought and earned
valor in Argonne and dominated the combat with gallantry:
he was the boldest one, pushing forward and gaining ground,
never bared defeat in front of an assailant enemy!
Buddy was the most brazen of all and tried to hide his tears,
he saw too many bodies fall in the clashing, blasting harbor
and on barren hills: he was undefeatable with a tactic so clever;
he instilled battle trance in each fearful and unwilling soldier:
did those shouts of encouragement earn him ample honor?
He buried many of his comrades without white tombstones!
The Buddy statue stands out for its elegant style
and insightful awareness, and while kids play
around it, they look up in awe and admire
this young hero who wasn't an ordinary doughboy;
I have seen hoards of people stand before it and honor
him for his valiance as he feels sorrow for his comrade...
gazing down at the small cross that he put on his grave:
Buddy died for an ideal so precious, but fate wasn't fair!
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I was only a boy when it happened
when they came for me
my family all cried like kittens
I was only a boy when the door opened
they came in like snakes
their coats casting strange shadows
I was only a boy when they fetched me
when my life changed forever
and the colours in my mind turned black
I was only a boy when they struck me
a blow that took away my youth
and my song died in my throat
I was only a boy when I became a man
not knowing the souls I would suck
nor the blood I would drain dry
I was only a boy when I saw them
falling as snow in the east wind
like moths when you rub off their skins
I was only a boy when death came
when I realized the time had come
and I stood there, hollow and empty
I was only a boy when I understood
when the darkness was pierced
And I felt regret beyond my years
I was only a boy when I finally earned my title
When I could no longer distinguish
And I wept
I was a Nazi
It may seem crazy to be normal, go along with the flow and show no rage...
that all I seek is that moment of fame,
and though I don't criticize others, I am the only actor on this bright stage
with no one to please but my dame!
All I seek is that moment of fame to revenge friends of old might,
or should I say remorseless rivals instead?
Pull up those closed dark curtains and let in some warm sunlight...
is someone too hesitant and very afraid?
By wearing the finest Renaissance's costume tailored for an unfit lord,
I would resemble an insane Hamlet ready to engage in cold murder;
God halt this hand from committing that crime with a sharp sword:
dungeon should my confinement upon an expeditious order!
All I seek is that moment of fame, something not hard to be earned;
see me act and applaud me for my great talent...
and if that delights you, remember the role I played
as a king whose rampant madness was his contemplated intent!
is poetry your god
is that who you bow down to
believe me, I find it easy
to bow down to it too
but what happens when the words start fading
which all words do in time
whether it be from the written page
or the center of the mind
you say poetry brings you pleasure
hence forth the daily worship
but when the last line drops in rhyme
and your faced with all life's hardships
where is it you will go
where is it you will turn
you've worked hard for this god of yours
is this all that you have earned
in the church of poetic promise
where you worship every day
as you daily tithe do you wonder why
there's still an empty offering plate
so while poetry brings great pleasure
it's not worth bowing down to
though I must say from past escapades
that's an easy thing to do
I rarely pay for things in cash,
Although some stores prefer it.
They charge more for a credit card,
So customers deter it.
But at the local bagel shop,
I placed my morning order
And realized that, when tallied,
I’d be somehow short a quarter.
I asked the counterman to please
Remove one single bagel,
To prove I wasn’t out to,
By some method, well, finagle.
He smiled and said, ‘You’ll bring to me
The quarter when you’re able,”
Not wanting to deprive me of
A bagel at my table.
I walked back home and quickly grabbed
A quarter from the pile
And at the shop, I plunked it down,
Which earned a startled smile.
The whole exchange reminded me
Of childhood; before supper,
To hit the grocer’s for some bread,
I was the picker-upper.
I carried change and worried that
I might be short some money.
The fact it happened now, not then,
Is really kind of funny.
Crazy curious and coquette
Animated little angel
Teensy teeming ticklish twister
Calamity’s the name you earned
Antics and abounding energy
Tempestuous and turbulent
Charismatic with deep crystal eyes
Affectionate and audacious
Tinsel loving thoroughbred kitty
Capricious and comical
Arrogant and absurd
Tenderfoot teasing thief
Casanova with my heart
Adorable little ball of fur
Teeny twinkling treasure
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
Submitted on January 26, 2020 for contest MY COMPANION AND CLOSE FRIEND THAT NEVER COMPLAINS sponsored by EVE ROPER - RANKED 3RD
and August 9, 2018 for contest CAT POEMS sponsored by TANYA KITCHIN - RANKED 3RD
When Destiny Meets Determination
Tell me your destiny
Tell me who you're meant to be
Are you really determined
Everything in life
Have you really earned it
Tell me your dreams
And how they can be filled
Lets start with ourselves
Keeping it real
Acknowledging we all make mistakes
But I'm determined
To provide food on my plate
Not burgers but steaks
This can be great, who i want to be is me
In a world , that looks at me than just a girl , i symbolize a pearl
So pure and white
So elegantly made
I am phenomenal, that i wouldn't trade
When my destiny starts to look bright
Like a light, then its time to take new flights , to new heights, in life
But taking new heights
Comes with a sacrifice
Cant take an elevator
Have to climb the steps
No longer the easy way out
We all need help
To feel success, even at our lowest points
God sees our best
Ill confess without hesitation
This is what happens
When your destiny meets your determination
Written by:Concetta Hardnett
5/30/2016
"Take me out to the ball game"
that anthem of great fame,
one lyric is clearly off track-
"I don't care if I ever get back".
It's the only game after all,
where the defense controls the ball.
It's so unique, so revealing,
that's what makes it so appealing.
Who could abandon a game they love,
without permission from up above?
It would take a lot to walk away,
from a game millions love to play.
True, we all want to get to home,
on the way often stranded alone.
To really score, it's what you've earned.
That's what life teaches, what we've learned.
In our culture, there's a special place
for people who are born on third base.
Fortunate ones, who thought they'd hit a triple
whose actual efforts never made a ripple.
Got in the right schools, joined the best clubs,
Mommy and Daddy cushioned all their flubs.
In their lives there was little pain,
on their parade, it never does rain.
So unaware of their illusion,
they miss the obvious conclusion.
This is how truth goes off its rails,
creates some of our societal ailes.
Here everyone should be safe, nobody out:
that's one thing America's all about.
Your team success is never under debate,
if no one gets to cross home plate.
So as we set these words to rhyme,
always respecting our nation's past time
that spawns character in those who play:
we need leaders who think this way.
The final score is always just the same,
not win or lose but how you play the game.