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Premium Member We Are Difficult

We're HARD. We're HUMAN. We're HARD.

Hard on ourselves, hard on each other.
Mirrored faces, reflecting
the same goddamn questions:

Who are you?
Who am I?
What's the point of this mess?

We chart the stars, 
map the deep,
but can't find our damnway
out of this labyrinth of flesh and bone.

The self, a phantom, 
a fleeting shadow
in the flickering candlelight of our minds.
We build walls of reason,
but stumble, 
tripping over the invisible wires
of our own making.

Chaos!
Symphony of joy and pain,
a heart's erratic beat,
a soul's relentless rhythm,
the constant hum of being... human.

Don't look for answers in the books,
in the theories, the philosophies,
and the intellectual grandstanding.

The truth is right here,
pulsing in the messy, 
complicated,
everyday life.

We ARE the mystery!
The key, 
the universe,
the single soul,
the labyrinth,
the echo,
the shadow,
the heart,
the fire,
the question,
the answer...

...and we're just getting started.


Premium Member What Legacy Our Children

Whispers and innuendo, 
 Partisan politics tearing us apart,
Grandstanding and deflection,
Are we not placing the horse before the cart?

A divisive President
This much we all agree,
But our actions matter,
This surely we must see.

Impeachment is not the answer
When facts are merely ploys,
Interpreted, discarded,
Like a child’s forgotten toys.

Democrats all shouting,
Republicans dismayed,
Eye rolls and bluster,
Each entrenched not to be swayed.

Forgotten the crumbling bridges,
The misery of those without a roof,
Healthcare that’s little caring,
Policies enacted on the hoof.

Progressives on soap boxes,
Berating us to change our ways,
Ditch the cars, eat just plants
You haven’t years, but merely days.

Conservatives all hiding,
Resistance the key word,
Dig more coal, farm those parks,
Their inverted thinking so absurd.

Are we all this angry
That reason we can’t find.
Have our senses dissipated
To the point of turning blind?

What legacy our children,
A society torn apart,
Our moral compass lost,
A sail-less boat without a chart.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member When Piper Had His Way

A pampered son of privilege, of infantile entitlement,
he rode the escalator down, grandstanding his campaign.
He tongue-lashed his contenders, making them grovel
into silent shame, silent, scandalous, craven disgrace,
when Piper had his way.
 
He spattered spiteful splatter on his screeching penny whistle,
crude culture war caustics, the coded corrosive cacophony
of othering, of terrorizing, the Great Replacement closet
skeletons in every white supremacist’s delusion,
when Piper had his way. 

The raging torches burned holes in the night sky,
from all the fuming, festering fractures they came.
He reeled in vermin, gnawers, ticks, fleas, and maggots. 
From fetid, rotted flesh, the dead and dying democracy,
when Piper had his way.

The noxious stench permeated every moral fiber,
Every conviction was consumed by avarice.
Every flaunted corruption overpowered common decency.
Every dull-witted stunt became a predictable mockery,
when Piper had his way.   

And thus, he led all the children of Hamelin astray
with his deceptive, discordant whistle squeaks.
He sealed them in his criminal conspiracy cave. 
They never questioned his chicanery,
when Piper had his way.

 And so, when Piper finally faded away
 the defilement dragged on and on.
The diseased, depraved devaluation persisted.
The sordid, squalid, sickly stain remained,
			                  since Piper had his say.

Premium Member Trump Shields the Us From Becoming a Carcass Filled With Ants

Trump Shields The US From Becoming A Carcass Full With Ants 

Trumps draws a line in the sand
He's shaken all the trees in the land
Call him whatever, okay an ass
Yet keep in mind his motto USA first
From the civil war to now
No other's brought out the plow
Like how Trump has outlined in his model
In stomping his foot down full throttle
In Trump's twelve days in office
He's raining on the bureaucratic chorus 
Telling big business to fear
Of outsourcing jobs from here
He's taken on the pharmaceutical giants
To lower their prices, and be more compliant
He set a visa moratorium on 7 Muslim countries 
Prompting protester's chastises, so bluntly
He's opened dialogue for domestic oil exploration
Setting the country's future more self reliant of oil importation
He's befriended the Brits, and hired a cabinet of friends
Some of which are the richest, so one hopes it pays dividends
To this he silences his, what, ... critics? 
By calling them, okay, ... idiots !
Trump's IQ some say it's one of the tops
One hope pressure doesn't make it pop
Trump also seen as grandstanding his wall
For the Mexican President to take the fall
Yet he may be right on all of this
For it's a lot of walkovers from the border
That's soaking up the jobs, social and welfare
Taking up space for the ones already here
Trump may be xenophobic and not a tulip or rose
But he can't be accused of tiptoeing in
He needed to stem the colony of ants
Instead of letting them bred and expanse



connie pachecho

2/1/17
Form: Rhyme

Master of Your Fate

If you quit, they will take your investments?
they think you’re past your prime?
They’re ruthless?  Let’s do a reassessment. 
Once upon a time…
Used to be, you would wake up full of pep
You’d race up the stairs and not miss a step. 

Now your boss is obstinate, demanding?
Buddy, this is NOW!
Let’s see how he processes grandstanding.
Stage a cat’s meow.
Exaggerate, dress like an old grandpa;
Attract attention with a big hoopla.

Make this grand announcement: “Retirement’s
written on the wall,
due to unreasonable requirements.
How I hate shortfalls.
But could departure be an advantage?
Let’s talk about my severance package.”

~~~            ~~~            ~~~          ~~~

Daydreaming?  You are running late again.
Master of your fate, get to work, my friend.


August 12, 2019

for contest COLLABORATION  (Play with Me) sponsored by Line Gauthier"
inspired by some of his lines from her poem, Face It.
Form: Rhyme


Lovesakes

Give up the thought
of impressing me
I losted interest in what  you do
aint uncommon in relationships
let's be real and
keep this true
don't ssay I'm grandstanding
beleive me I aint
tryna one up you
Keep me should be your priorty
instead you got me
begging and chasing you

Doorbell ringing
who's at the door
I had to pickup your underwear
off the floor
aint done nothing but you sleep all day
and refuse to listen to what I say
Ole Gal coming to borrow
flour and tea
Mean Ole broad
snorls and grunts at me
All that yeah girl ya'll
gossiping
Tabloid Tooties knows
everything

We got a room
to stay after
the theather
tryna vacate some of this
grime away
I don't wanna be mean or bitter
after all you my
Lady
love you in everyway
but I be glad
when this faze of our
relalationship is over
People troubling us everyday
stresses of us together
can't let my ego get in the way
Said I love you
and I aint want nothing
Said I cared and and meant
every word
I enjoyed our time together
Loved what we saw
And I chersihed every word
Form: Bio

Premium Member How It Plays In Outer Space

Those Earthlings are at it again
         Oh goody, let's listen in...

"Your brazen actions endanger the public welfare."
   "Your unconstitutional actions constitute warfare!"

      My, but they sure do go after each other
         You'd think they'd try to work together as brothers

"Your political grandstanding is purely barbarian."
   "Your heavy-handed directives are totalitarian."

      Oh, here they go with their name-calling again
         Yes. Their immaturity knows no end
      And haven't we actually heard all this before?
         For sure.  Before each of their stupid wars

"Well if you try that, I assure you there will be consequences."
   "Wutcha gonna do?  Put us behind barbed-wire fences?"

      Wow.  I 've heard enough, haven't you?
         Yup.  Let's give 'em another thousand years or two...
Form: Verse

In To Dreamland

Take me by the hand and lead me to the promised land.
A wedding band to show my love,our hearts entwined  
My loves for real, deliver me to a magic fairyland.
Release me from this reality and free my state of mind

A wedding band to show my love, our hearts entwined   
tell be straight,  the way to this wonderland. 
release me from this reality and free my state of mind
So I can make my way to a our shared dreamland.

tell be straight,  the way to this wonderland.  
No grandstanding here  Im just a member of human kind
So i can make my way to a our shared dreamland. 
My emotions released let loose rampant unconfined 

No grandstanding here  Im just a member of human kind
My loves for real, deliver me to a magic fairyland.
My emotions released let loose rampant unconfined 
Take me by the hand and lead me to the promised land.

27/09/2016 comp entry
Form: Pantoum

Premium Member Lasting Love

It starts out and ends up with Love
   for a partner you think the world of
Yet the middle poses daily tests
   where the verdict of a marriage rests

To list all these tests would take a book
   So let's just take the briefest look
At qualities you'll need in spades
   To earn yourselves a passing grade

Acceptance I feel is number one
   It keeps a marriage healthy, fun
Use it when you learn that 'perfection'
   Is a goal wise couples shun

Next comes mutual respect, understanding
   Never accomplished by grandstanding
Always respect each other's space and privacy
   Know when hugs are needed, or a gentle "I see"

One last quality that's key is good cheer and optimism
   Loving greetings and goodbyes - never negativism
Encourage, inspire and support; lend a helping hand
   Cultivate all this and Love ~ even marriage can withstand
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member What Did We Learn - the Trump Enigma

In with a bang out with a whimper
An American story reminiscent of old,
Brashness and vigor, street smart and temper,
Rising to greatness then collapsing stone-cold.

How could this happen in this day and age,
Have we not learned from lessons long taught,
But there lies the moral, we gave him the stage,
His victory gifted, neither stolen nor bought.

The reasons were many, the anger profound,
The swamp and it's dwellers entitled and deaf,
Their smugness alone caused Trump to be crowned,
With neither side listening, as each out of breath.

But what of the Media, greedy and loud,
They built up the story their coffers to fill,
This great institution at one time so proud
Debasing core standards their audience to thrill.

What next may we ask, back to the same?
Politicians grandstanding, jostling for power,
Caring little for action, just personal fame,
Riding the airways, seizing the hour.

Enough of this folly, time to unite,
Reason and truth need blossom anew,
Our democracy young, our future still bright,
Faith in our system we must now renew.
Form: Quatrain

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