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Congress
By Franklin Price
2/16/2016
Congress there to make the laws
Where bills originate
Then sent off to the president
To find what is their fate
The President may sign them
Putting laws into the book
Or stamp them with a veto
Putting Congress on the hook
The Pres may be negated
In the Constitution's way
Which means that in the very end
The process has its say
Been a long time since this process
Has worked as it was writ
Congress has not worked so well
Even not a little bit
The members are so conscious
That they risk their cushy work
When they vote against their party line
Makes their masters go berserk
We the people do not matter
Parties seldom cross the aisle
There is no bridge between them
Just a defecation pile
We elected all these people
Yes, the House and Senate too
This year let's just vote them out
Replace them with someone new
Let them know we've had enough
We're fed up with their crap
We're here to vote them out of there
To take them off the map
Tell the new ones coming in
To let we the people have a say
It's we who voted to put you there
Now get to work and earn your pay
Democracy
The politicians have no common sense
Collect their pay and sit on the fence
They don’t benefit me or you
Tell me now, what do they do?
All they say is a brand-new lie
They won’t feed you, but watch you die
They get everything they need for free
Nothing left for you and me
And I wonder if we vote again
What will we receive?
Democracy is a cross from my pen
But I don’t believe
We don’t want war
Or climate change any more.
I watch the people in Trafalgar square
White robes and long black hair
A foreign flag whips in the wind
Stoned to death because we sinned.
We fight for the rights in a foreign land
But for us there’s nothing planned
Their hairbrained schemes will never work
No wonder people go berserk.
David Cox 15/07/24
Things happen today that didn't vex me when I was young.
Seems as I advance in years I can hardly rein my tongue!
Lord, I can't imagine that it's patience that I lack,
But I want things done yesterday, and that's a truthful fac'!
The plumber promised she'd be here Tuesday of last week.
She ain't showed up yet to fix that confounded leak!
The kid who vowed he'd mow the lawn has failed to appear.
He's probably playing computer games and guzzling beer!
The phone is on the fritz and I called about that today.
They'll come tomorrow, or at least that's what they say.
My bewildering computer has developed a baffling quirk,
And I need it to write a poem! I'm about to go berserk!
Alas, the electricity failed just as the super-bowl game starts.
Utilities says it can't be fixed 'til morning due to lack of parts.
My luggage was lost - a great way to start an ocean cruise!
What am I to do, sans my tux and an extra pair of shoes!
Maybe the pace o' living is finally catching up with me.
Lord, why can't other fellers get in step with me is my plea!
I need Your help for deliverance from this grim perdition.
'Twould simplify my life and certainly improve my disposition!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(© All Rights Reserved)
8/2/17
Incompatible, it's not going to work
I don't care if you do or don't go to church
Near and far from calm or extreme surf
The waters will murk
For what it's worth
I shall end your search
And go berserk
Across any turf
Time I make you hurt
And put you underneath the dirt
For trying to endanger lives on the Earth
And jeopardizing the universe
I'd call you more than a jerk
And knock you off your perch
No R.I.P. for you, or seeing your face on a shirt
If there's one thing I learnt
It's that they won't be the last or first
Which I why I stay alert
Time to draw the line
And rip out your spine
Since you enjoy stabbing others in the back with knives
Go ahead try to hide behind a disguise
Keep on spreading lies
It just may lead to your demise
And you rotting and decaying away among flies
If you're daily efforts and curriculum
Has to do with harming citizens
Then I'll be after you consistently with discipline
Doing the maximum and not the minimum
Meanwhile, the wheel of fortune, I'll give a spin
Pining away for the love of my life
Want to hold her so badly it hurts
To kiss her sweet lips like way back when
Think I'm going to go berserk
An incredible craving hard to describe
Has a hold of my entire being
Can't think of anything but her and me
Sometimes I have trouble seeing
The vision of her clouds my thoughts
Pushing everything else from my mind
Sometimes I can even forget who I am
Feels like I'm in a terrible bind
Need her so badly I've such a yearning
Right in the depth of my soul
Can feel her but I can't really touch her
Till I'm with her again I'm not whole
Losing my senses so difficult to function
She's in my thoughts full time
Must see her soon this craving's too much
I'm totally losing my mind
Every gosh darn morning I draw water from the well
Not having indoor plumbing has proven to be hell
If ever I find a way to afford it, that would be swell
I'm annoyed with carrying the buckets. Can you tell?
Lowering the thing is easy because it's so light
I'm chilly on Winter morns, even when the sun is bright
It's been the main reason for many a marital fight
Especially if more water is needed during the night
The hubs declared that it should be woman's work
His chauvinistic attitude shows that he's a jerk
He's a bit lazy at chores, and finds reasons to shirk
Sometimes he makes me so mad that I go berserk!
Usually, I can't carry the water without making a splash
He said he would do it for me... if I paid him in cash
His relentless sarcasm is nothing more than balderdash!
The rudeness is so irritating that he's given me a rash!
At Paro of Bhutan I found the clouds
Gathering over the snow white peaks
Over the summit the deep blue shroud
Kept looking on in dazed disbelief
If one takes up my fountain pen
Or snatches my favourite umbrella
Restless naturally are all the grains
Confusion arrives in the sweet tabla
White clouds start fondling the peaks
Drawings of beautiful chaos emerge
Surge of colourfully deep drum beat
Dance in the white peaks go berserk
Rises from the foothills the peace palm
Lifted in the air from a milky white lotus
In the eyes smiling the poems of psalm
Enjoy in peace, ---says a voice sonorous
I quieted my pen and put down the notebook
In bliss kept fixated my blue pacific look
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Tabla : A small drum or pair of drums of India turned to different pitches and played with the hands : In Dictionary.com
May 2, 2016
Work Work Work Work Work Work
Long weeks with a boss who is such a jerk
The world might end if the words thank you left his lips, jerk
Nothing but a jerk I tell you, he’s nothing remotely like Captain Kirk
I’m a baker in a country bakery, I’m not an office clerk
Not even once a year do I get a perk
Week after week just like clockwork
Mondays and Tuesdays I am off work
While the rest of the world is hard at work
Weekends to me just mean more work
Always excluded from weekend parties, I go berserk
It’s been twenty years now, so really I’m way beyond berserk
I’m now an outcast totally forgotten by the network
I’ve never called in sick, duties I refuse to shirk
But the boss laughs and gives nothing more than a smirk
I dream of doing other things like fancywork, woodwork or artwork
But my weekends aren’t for much more than leisurely housework
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Submitted on February 23, 2018 for contest FRIDAY FEELING sponsored by SILENT ONE - RANKED 5TH
Upon purchase, I am so pretty, delightful and brand new,
I come in thousands of colors – red, beige, yellow, pink and blue.
I am worn ever so proudly in the beginning of the day.
Some women happily wear me for years, until I start to fray.
I don’t know what I’d do without her, they will pleasantly sing.
When they lose me they go berserk, and their men’s necks they do wring.
I had her in the car, they’ll tell their men, pulled her out of my sleeve.
When they find me in the back seat, they are so immensely relieved.
I can be purchased at Cats, an upscale boutique or at Macy’s.
My cliental loves me black, sleek, shiny, and sensually lacy.
Women use me to hide their credit cards, cell phones, and bits of cash.
Madonna wears me on the outside, which shows she is truly brash.
I’m well-loved, and have been historically hidden from most of your views,
But my loyal, appreciative, owner loves me better than her shoes.
For days now, my wife, i and some friends, have been working on costumes for Viking's day at our up coming Renaissance festival, went suddenly Poetry Fever hit, this is the result---hope you enjoy it---God Bless
No Viking Way
I used to be like Hagar The Horrible
Wearing things that were despicable and deplorable
But now those days have past
I stopped dressing like an ass
And the way I look today, is just adorable
I stopped killing wild animals for fur
Thought the anger from the Gods it may incur
I just have to make my stance
And start wearing woolen pants
I'm sorry, this is one pot, I must stir
Yes, I'm laying down my sword and my axe
No more Nordstroms, I'm shopping down at Saks
I'm over leather, Yes it's true
a polyester blend will do
I saw one that I liked, at MaraMax
So, say goodbye to the horns upon my head
It's time I think, to put those things to bed
With some silk and some cotton
The old way's soon forgotten
The Brand New Viking way is here instead
Now it's true, it's gonna take some work
To stop dressing, like some big bad crumby jerk
But with our influences and our passion
We'll create a whole new fashion
And when they see how Hot we look
They'll go Berserk