Long Hearings Poems

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The Change

The change wasn't all that sudden
It didn't happen overnight
In fact I didn't feel a thing
Whether or not it was wrong or right

With a wrinkle here and a wrinkle there
A little off the top
What didn't fall out turned to gray
As my memory of it all was lost

All the mirrors I used didn't have a clue
Or in cahoots they didn't let on
If they had, not sure what I would do
Except git along little dogie, git along

I can no longer blame cloud cover
For the dimming that old age has made
Somebody's got my number
And is counting down the days

I'm sure in this I'm not alone 
If I'm sure of anything
This is not a new phenomenon
In what the changes bring

I just hope my hearings well enough
When life hollars out last call
The change wasn't all that sudden
In fact I didn't feel a thing at all
Form: Rhyme


Premium Member Ufos

If you ask our NewsMax, America One fueled, republican congressmen
who won the last presidential election - they’ll pretend that they don’t know.
But hey, these are the guys, the “honest brokers” we can trust, to figure out UFOs.

These republicans disavow Trump’s clear treason. If they refuse to follow those clues,
like video captured by the guilty themselves - how can their UFO “hearings” fail to amuse?
It’s a shrewd political distraction, a republican red-herring, to put vague “aliens” in the news
just when Trump's lawyers are figuring out which prison facility he should choose.

In this circus of misinformation, we’re offered unproven decades of government collusion,
heck, we even have that RFK.jr nut insisting that the alien saucers are full of jews.

Of course, the aliens must be from distant galaxies - in their new breed of flying saucers -
why else would they be turning down so many lucrative showbiz offers?

Will it turn out that the cute, little, ET-guys are here conducting interstellar analysis?
Stay tuned. Have the aliens come to eat us - should we be frozen in fearful paralysis?
Or will our republican overlords, so busy removing our freedoms, decide it’s time to save us?

There’s no long proven, scientific fact that the newer, dumber, Republicans haven’t disputed,
maybe the UFOs were sent back from the future, their mission: study primitive human stupid.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Colonel Oliver North, US

"I'm working on the Lento Form starts as a collage and not simplistically termed words, like my poem 'Ode to a Dove' that made Best Lento Form," ... by Poet.

*Actual Poem used below, 
Star light, star bright,
First star I see tonight,
I wish I may, I wish I might,
Have this wish I wish tonight."

KEY: 
S, young astrophysicist; H, helper/hobbit; G, G-Men; C, Colonel North;

(a young astrophysicist ...)
S]Bright star, light star ... I think that's right, don't know.
tonight, first star I see ... there, that's better.
might, I wish I may, I wish ... that's a go.
tonight, have this wish I wish ... SCI-doctor?

S]Thought it could be, the rhyme from my young bit,
S]saw fit this good night, hangs low starry light,
S]hobbit--me tall, they'd be in the outfit,
S]Lord it ... it's an asteroid ... cams set right!

S]It's gonna hit! There, by Glenwood Forest.
H]It's awesome. Landing right in our backyard.
S]It causes, "Landing?", --hysteria, MASS!
H]Emmits gamma? Haz ... S]--guys! Don't make it hard,

H]--mat suit, just sayin. S]There's no protocol!
S]That site will be covered with who knows, and ...
S]Black Suits, worst of our breed. S]Who's made the call?
S]Rat moot! They're here! Hey guys, don't move, just stand.

(captured lab workers)
G]Star Wars, here sir. Inside -- UNINVITED!
S]Barred doors, Colonel North, why I'm not surprised.
S]Sophomores? Your toy flew a bit slighted,
S]Encores, that force you from your past disguised.

H]Thought he's retired ... S]Chinese MIGS? -- we got it.
S]Glorious, on our short-wave sate's ... too close.
C]Frosty air, Good Ole U.S.A., -- made it!
S]Notorious deceiver, -- got the nose.

S]Book writer, hm. SCI-FI? or Nuserires?
H]Bull Rider, if asked. G]No one asked you, BOY!
S]Looked tired. Those hearings .. a ruse. Serious?
C]Moral fiber, --helping us? Don't be coy!

(G-Men exits ...)
S]Passing secrets, C]Your labs, they are on fire.
S]Intervening secrets, CNN there.
C]Bleaching sequence, quick BLEACH G]--news crew, C]what? --FIRE!
S]Sleeping sickness duped decades. Sir. C]--prayer.
Form: Lento

Eighteen For a Week

Oh to be eighteen again
Just for a week
No more morning pain
No more feeling weak

All the fun I could have
Party into the early hours
Play footy with the lads
Buy a sweetheart flowers 

Oh to be sweet eighteen 
Feeling fit as a butchers dog
It's ages since I was a teen 
Grey hairs, I got a lot 

wrinkles on my face
Liver spots on my hands
Struggling to stand straight 
To be eighteen would be grand

I have my memories 
Although they're faint
From in my teens
I was far from a saint

Sat in my comfy seat 
Glasses on my nose
Hearings not so sweet
Face as red as a rose

Oh to be eighteen again
Only for a week 
I could feel healthy again
Not mild and meek
Form: Rhyme

If Trump wins rest in peace Mother of Freedom

If Trump wins...rest in peace - Mother of Freedom

Post mortem courtesy 
Doctor Demento yielded 
Lady Liberty lies slain...
videre licet knocked senseless 
from brutal blows upon her crown
simultaneously shouldering existential crisis
triggered nervous breakdown
though rendered mute 
sound of silence doth expound.

Forsooth impeachment hearings 
rendered him immune 
to chastisement, insurrection 
he did foment, blithely 
skirting impairment appertain
blood on hands of
self important president,
though alcohol he doth abstain,
nonetheless permanent drunken stupor
doth wax and wain

finger of guilt
damaging democracy points
to him as chief villain
groomed since... time immemorial
atavistic primate brain
bathed (courtesy Frederick Christ Trump)
buzzfeeding chosen favored heir
go for broke – as a red badge of courage
bankrupt countless times
and pulled out all stops,

viz unbridled thundering, 
espousing philosophy gain
amass wealth, unscrupulous
if necessary where,
might equals right cold play'n
deadly serious game (Life) train
sight squarely and/or roundly
scattered lovely bones
amidst tombstones testimony
incidental secondary fallout main

part and parcel, where legerdemain,
plus art of the deal linkedin
with immeasurable gloating
ego necessary to gain
con fetter writ oligarchy plain
successfully cheating, hocking,
milking, quaffing, and trending,
yielding dynastic rule
trumpeting eternal and carnal
stormy Daniels reign

vaping with wealthy
zealotry (think vain)
at electorate expense
tampering koolaid acid test
courtesy illegals sown GMO grain
colluding when/where possible,
never losing sight regarding
selfish mission to attain
obligatory ideal tyranny
rampantly running roughshod,

no need to explain
writing sleight underhanded profane
antithetical, critical, heretical quatrain
badgering, belittling, besmirching,
bilking, boasting, bragging with disdain
flagrantly flaunting, fleecing,
regarding purported B.S. degree
in economics he did attain
matriculating Wharton School of law,
hmm... methinks he paid

hireling from Ukraine
forever flirting, flouting, and flunking
even basic geography questions
case in point being 
where is Drury Lane
additionally, he ain't 
no literati familiar
storied quasi fiction Citizen Kane.
Form: Rhyme


Premium Member A German gentleman'

Here's to Reiner our 'Hero in chains' a true International.'
Who deserves stromg acclaim.' After fourty five hearings
Where the judges must be; 'mud' blind? And even deaf, perhaps?
It must be a 'record of kinds' charged yet not tried.' And
Now its eighteen months in!! Often chained hands and
Feet.? Where oh where should i begin? At the at the doctorate of law? The man gained with aplomb?..Or the
Great concern he holds for German history.' And the way
The world views it; there-in.' Lets me not dwell on old hitler!!
And that grusame time past.' Though I'll gather it shaped
This most decent German.' He maybe desired a better pass? Yet he's let down by current lawfare.' Of which that
Moustached devil would hold dear.' Is this real or imagined? Just the very worst that could up-rear.' I cry a
SHAME ON THE JUDICIARY.! A SHAME ON THEM ALL.!
Who have incarcersted, a shining example, of German
Integrity.' And what is possible for all.' Why do they sheild
The mass woundings.' The truth of dead killed by that clot
Shot.' You are an insulting stench.' Upon your modern history.' Oh by no means will you be forgot.' Yet your time
Will come to take a cell.' Normal Germans will arise! with
You to loose..Thats just what they'll choose.' And face the
World with human pride.'
  .
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Futile Fragments - Linda Marie -

"Futile Fragments" ( A collaboration~ Linda-Marie P.S. sweetheart )
   

by~ LINDA MARIE *p.s. SWEETHEART

shattered to inner core emotions reside in vogue
as tattered tapestry etches death to vibrant vase
egotistical desires ejected common sense to rogue
fine ... adieu ... departure in the misty vague haze ...
fragmented fragile pieces exploded with destruction
simulation created to ebony volcanic ash
love vacated unceremoniously scans of interruption
emotions sustain tremors of immature backlash ...
enchanting charms reflecting the pain of sheer intense
to resurrect romance is a haunting dream of death
provoking passions escalate chaos ... havoc ... suspense
suffocation dwelling to captivate life's bated breath ...
bittersweet faded memories succumb to shadowed jest ...


by~ POET D:

Moshing fragments overlooked, a darker dance limitless
conventional Gothic hearings..... praising the sewer that runs 
analysis running ticking with the passion of an atomic bomb
the perceived exotic unity of this frightens world~ shadow dust
lashing out tropical grasses and utilities . . .  tampering every hell
Burning paper that represents hostile . . .  black ashes 
results of a detailed creature mourning the abyss
examination of falsification~ fragments that crawl in our inner walls
A poisonous micro-fragment is presented approaching 
objective with the exploration of breakage . . .  virus. . .  patterns 
meaning  destroying every awakening  stage in this bio world *via~ wide
Deep identification losing all Revelations, 
Laughing  fading away with the criteria formed 
must we ~ need us~ crawling in my inner walls. . .
use me ~ need me~ feed me~ critically  re-evaluate me . . . 


A Collaboration with * Linda-Marie The Sweetheart of Poetry Soup RIP

~A Poet Destroyer COLLABORATION~

Premium Member Three Sides of Clown's Cheese

Three Sides Of Clown's Cheese

Pass me three sides of cheese
So I can dessert on your sad story,
my dear.
With my baker's ear
I'll listen to what
you have in the oven.
Great, I hope my hearings good.
I'll then ski jump off your nose,
You know how I love your nose
My dear,
And crash land on your lap.
Wee!
This will be so much fun
To think of all the cows
At play,
With the grasses in the meadow 
bristling once again
And to see the dough rising
in sweetness.
Thank you man in the moon
For lending me a shoe shine
And a organ to play.
Was that a wry smile I see?
Do you think I need
A shoehorn
As I fall below 
Her chastity belt?
Wee!
Did I just say that?
Incredulous.
I did.
Why?
Because I'm a clown
... hi remember me?
Two feet, two arms
And a smile.
Hi.
All re-introductions aside
Can I tickle 
Your funny bone.
Why?
It's there, isn't it?
Isn't laughter medicine?
This wouldn't be a good
jawbreaker ...
I mean icebreaker?
Are we not compatible?
Funny bunnies,
That love to hop?
Of course
That is if I can reach it
And get on your good side.
Oh when the saints come marching in ...
Wee!
Oh, oh.
Man in the moon's
a nodding.
This doesn't look good.
It isn't.
Take the Ferris wheel down
Stop.
The spin, spin, spin
Olive branch spiel,
The extra cheese
Toppings
... she's not getting on
A clown's life.

connie pachecho

8/8/17

Inspired by the reading the entries to the clown contest.

Premium Member "Due Process For Who?"

Individuals speak of justice 
As if it lived in every room,
As if fairness  sat beside every
Judge,

As if every voice 
Arrived carrying equal weight.

Yet I watched doors open
For some,
While others stood knocking 
With bleeding knuckles. 

Some got patience. 
Others got presumption.

Some got hearings 
Others got headlines. 

Some were questioned. 
Others were concluded. 

Justice isn't Justice 
When it's rationed. 

Rights aren't rights
When they're guarded. 

So I ask,
From observation,
Not bitterness:

If we're equal under the law,
Why does fairness
Seem to know our names
Before it knows the facts?

" Due Process For Who?"

Premium Member Full Evidence

*I am only stating facts I observed at hearings and from witnesses and my opinion. If you comment with info that is opposing, I will leave it there if not insulting, but may not answer, only because it is not my intension to debate or argue the issue. I am only exercising freedom of speech.  If you don’t like it, please ignore…thank you!

Dead people voted
More votes than legal voters
Votes flipped per internet

Truth was in the win
Trucks of ballots dumped at night
Cheating while sleeping and more

Call me a whiner
Try to call me a liar
Witness lives were threatened

Watch Lindell’s 90
Full evidence is revealed
Justice must not be ignored

Heidi Sands

7/6/21
Form: Sedoka

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