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admittely i am one treasonous cat
and people everywhere had better take note
i ain't no republican nor democrat
and i don't see any reason for phools to vote
listen up people,
politics are a plague perceived of by desperate men
folks who sold themselves out fora few sheckles or less
and i must confess Jefferson and Franklin, quite frankly, were all fu**ed up
they dictated this declaration that declared us free to pursue our independence
but in the parenthesis they lasciviously limited our liberties
then there are those conventions that follow conventions conceived of by phools
and i'd appreciate it if someone could explain their rules
because conventions are circuitous circuses minus three rings and decorum
a most useless and absurd forum
they do, however, contain clowns that pour out of tiny little cars
and reveal a sick society's scars
they are meetings for a faction of felonious freaks who foist phoolishness on phools in places like Philly that are simply silly
or elsewhere
as they run around willy nilly casting votes akin to a fishing rod aimed at a pitiful pond
well there ain't no flounder in Philly or anywhere else as far as i am concerned
whilst i have been more than twice burned
and methinks the the fishing really stinks
while their constituents constitute a confusing array of idiots who idealize con-artists
men and women who treat candidates like they are Hollywood stars
well if you ask me Jennifer Anniston would make a pretty good prez
says me
she's got the curves for congress, the sexiness for the senate
and tempting t*ts that would make her perfect for a titular head of state
now, have i stated my case to your satisfaction?
so you can stand in line to vote for one of these assh*les
alas as for me i'd rather vote for Jennifer or someone of her kind
i'm sick of your Clintons, Bushes and Bobby Doles
and take this for the Gospel as preached by the undersigned
(c) 2012....PHREEPOETREE ~free cee!~
DEMOCRAPS AND REPUBLICANTS
Admittedly I am one creatively crazy cat
And people everywhere better take note
I ain’t no Republican nor am I a democrat
And I don’t see any reason for me to vote
Listen people, politics are a plague perceived of by desperate men
Folks who sold themselves out for a few sheckles or less
And I must confess Jefferson and Franklin, quite frankly, were all f*cked up
They dictated this declaration that declares us free to pursue our independence
But in the parenthesis they lasciviously limit our liberties
Then there are those conventions that follow conventions conceived of by fools
And I’d appreciate it if someone could explain their rules
Because conventions are circuitous circuses minus three rings and decorum
They do, however, contain clowns that pour out of tiny little cars
And reveal the scars of a sick society
They are forums for a faction of felonious freaks who foist foolishness on those fools in places like Philly
As they run around willy nilly casting votes like a fishing rod aimed at a pitiful pond
Well there ain’t no flounder in Philly or elsewhere as far as I am concerned
While I have been more than twice burned
And methinks that the fishing really stinks
While their constituents constitute a confusing array of idiots who idealize con-artists
Men and women who treat candidates like Hollywood stars
Well if you ask me, Jennifer Anniston would make a pretty good prez
Says me
She’s got the curves for congress, the sexiness for the senate
And tempting t*ts that would make her perfect for a titular head of state
Now, have I stated my case to your satisfaction?
So you can stand in line to vote for one of these ass h*les
As for me I’d rather vote for Jennifer or someone of her kind
I’m sick of your Clintons, Kerrys and Bobby Doles
And take it for the Gospel as preached by the undersigned
© 2012….copyright PHREEPOETREE ~free cee!~
These poems I WRITE,
are only some of my thoughts of LIFE.
Some may say they are meaningless WORDS,
others may take them as bits of ADVICE.
Many may judge my life by the words I TYPE,
some might catch offense, and want to FIGHT.
But, I’m only exercising my constitutional RIGHTS.
I’m not trying to afflict my opinions on NONE.
I’m only living this life God chose to BEGUN.
Some people value money,
others idealize their CARS.
Average people just live their life,
But, great people shoot for the STARS.
Some people just live a life of ANOTHER,
While others spend their whole life,
trying to satisfy their significant OTHER.
Average people might think I’m ARROGANT!
Christians may think I’m heaven SENT.
Haters may which to call me NAMES.
others may seize the opportunity to cause me PAIN.
Some poets, can only write about their personal FEELINGS,
while other artists write about their surrounding DEALINGS.
Some people die never realizing, questioning why they LIVED?
Some people spend their whole life taking,
never knowing how it feels to GIVE.
Others are satisfied, because God chose for them to WAKE.
Majority of the world,
believes their whole life was a MISTAKE.
Some people work to gain,
Thieves live to TAKE!
Law biding citizens live by the law,
criminals live to BREAK!
Once again my FRIENDS,
these are only my thoughts of LIFE!
Who’s really to judge what’s wrong,
or in that case, what is RIGHT?
This life was a gift to ME,
Some people live a great life,
others just live from B eginning to E nd.
Average people live to play life safe,
great people live life while SACRIFICING.
Great people live to WIN,
while sinners live to SIN.
Christians may say as if they go to church,
their works will SUFFICE.
The Jews are still looking for the coming of CHRIST!
But me I live for the thoughts of LIFE!
Central air conditioning quickly
found this creature comfort acclimated,
defies, contradicts, bumps uglies...
up against rugged individualist
I meekly profess to idealize
admitting propensity nothing
distinguishable differentiating
all talk no action, no less tolerant
than aversion to extreme heat index
burrowing into sixty degree Fahrenheit
climate control mancave
quite divergent weathering
humid, hot, and hazy
dog days of summer,
when boyhood at 324 Level Road
lacked luxuriating aforestated amenity
first poetic line
introducing anonymous reader
familiar or otherwise
regaling modest literary versatility,
whereby yours truly
dealt with temperatures
registering bajillion degrees,
especially level housing bedrooms
about half dozen steps above landing
suddenly experiencing indisputable
scientific principle hot air rises
undermining ability to function
no more active rather equally inert
as inanimate object
mainly cuz estate complex edifice
formerly christened "Glen Elm"
built approximately half century
preceding incorporating
said modern HVAC conveniences,
no modern building lacks,
plus ability to tolerate hardship
much more omnipresent
before yours truly
racked quite numerous
orbitz round the sun
versus now, when
greater sensitivity prevails,
I admit pioneer spirit plummeted,
and if forced to forego
custom tailored environment
would be immovable prey,
for even the most
harried styled carrion,
which admission would
only present challenge
predicated on severe disruption
compromising being hermetically
sealed, linkedin, cocooned...
within man-made dwelling
hardship analogous no name brand
garden variety slug
essentially homeless snail
shell lacked with mew cuss!
Despite being atheist,
with serpent teen eyes,
I would nonetheless bet
Eve fen number guys
named Adam, or gals noel lies
(christened) dollars to donuts
(Dunkin and/or otherwise)
Jesus would be mighty pleased
to know, his surname
linkedin with commercial ties,
no matter, he might not garner rise
zen percentage of profits, no matter spies
infiltrate competition especially if he
unwittingly gets trampled and cries
amidst chaos (think euthanize)
untimely death by madding wise
flash mob crowd source realize
last seconds rushing to snap up
latest jamb door prize
as venders resort to all
manner of (subliminally
manipulative) marketing techniques
to lure patrons, (especially
photo opportunities with
one of the many
"FAKE" donned Santa
Claus), the latter,
who would lionize
their son(s) and/or apprise
daughter(s), subsequently
guaranteeing, nailing crosswise,
and clinching safeguards exercise
immunization against the Grinch
sure fire way to manure er... fertilize
guarantee future generations rise
zing will become avid consumers,
who reverently, obsequiously,
and devoutly idolize
supporting the apostles who revolutionize
creative commercialization to capitalize
nearly every Cyber Monday
occasion to finalize
(all sales) pennies on the dollar,
where merchants feign
going for broke, and capitalize
eulogize, and idealize
the mighty buck staging "FAKE"
news worthy shoppers to burst into tears
crying on command,
and all manner of pathos
pulling ploys nsync king
"shameful guilt" that squares
singled out forevery one to ostracize,
hash-tagged, and demonize
yours truly as Scrooge.
Despite being atheist,
I would nonetheless bet
dollars to donuts
(Dunkin and/or other wise)
Jesus would be mighty pleased
to know, his sir name
linkedin with commercial ties
no matter, he might not garner
a percentage of profits,
especially if he
unwittingly gets trampled
to death by madding
flash mob crowd source
rushing to snap up
latest door prize
as venders resort to all
manner of (subliminally
manipulative) marketing techniques
to lure patrons, (especially
photo opportunities with
one of the many
"FAKE" donned Santa
Claus), the latter,
who would lionize
their son(s) and/or
daughter(s), subsequently
guaranteeing, nailing crosswise,
and clinching safeguards
immunizing against the Grinch
a sure fire way to
guarantee future generations
will become avid consumers,
who reverently, obsequiously,
and devoutly idolize
supporting the apostles
of commercialization
nearly every
occasion to finalize (all sales)
pennies on the dollar,
where merchants feign
going for broke, and capitalize
eulogize, and idealize
the mighty buck
staging "FAKE"
news worthy shoppers
to burst into tears
crying on command,
and all manner of pathos
pulling ploys nsync king
"shameful guilt" that squares
with being ostracized, hash-tagged,
and demonized Scrooge.
Restless hand of poet rejecting moments of idleness,
start writing and empty the unbearable heaviness:
and as the splashing waters of the waterfall plunge down
the precipice for an escapade into the distant ocean,
they must leave the deepness of intellect
and become a realized concept!
Without an imagination of expressive power, you lament is ceased by anguish,
and will lay here voiceless in its impatient oath,
not bursting within its walls of imprisonment,
to find its evasive freedom and finally succeed in imparting wisdom:
when readers rather focus on their content,
than on the richness of their words that don't ravish...
Restless hand of poet, never write in impetuous haste,
to impersonate another voice in an impersonal tone;
be prudent in choosing the right ones that are plausible,
not impinging on the impeccable thoughts of others,
challenging them to innovate their ingenuous taste!
Restless hand of poet, improvise your incentive ideas
from articulate feelings without implying or impeaching gall;
impetuous cries can and will cause a rage so implacable!
Be impervious to each plea, reflect and understand
the importance of patience when something may impend;
immortalize that event with images that idealize,
ignite, inspire, delight and describe experiences that humanize!
Take your attention away from the hour-glass,
no days from can be removed from your purposeful existence;
rebuke your idiocy and mend your self-confidence!
Copyright 2008 by Andrew Crisci
It's gradually I come to realize
Time is not the major thing
Cos with everyone, I idealize
Its way is different in Beijing
Of minutes or hours compare
To doing exploits, fate ensnare
It's gradually I come to think
How mysterious life changes
That date works plans to sink
To a lot of greatness in ranges
Now flying to tour out of Lagos
Isn't of stress to counting loss
It's gradually I come to learn
That moving forward is of grace
Work isn't the only way to earn
For many are blessings of no trace
God deposited cum mercy shown
Which doesn't matter of faith grown
It's gradually I come to know
It doesn't matter how you do it
So far each day, you want to grow
Out of mistakes, one easily do hit
Up the energy lessened cum stress
To fit intimately familiar with success
It's gradually I come to see
There's no need to teach scope
If life will drag you to its sea
It doesn't matter how far from rope
You may drown and give up the ghost
Hanging your breath to eon's toast
It's gradually I come to meet
Many people who blame me
For not having the size of their feet
So that they can give out house key
Go in there and pick up shoes
Yet, I don't think that defines them jews
It's gradually I come to view
No one else has it like me
For everyone is unique to be true
Doing things like other won't make it be
And if it seems to be, not exactly like
But will bury in you the exceptional psyche
Displacement
_______________ = Velocity
Time
An equation with little importance
A lesson taken in physics class
But, something the physics teacher said made deep thoughts emerge
He said: “TIME goes on and never stops”
Places are visited and memories are cherished
Pictures are taken and smiles are captured
Walls embrace stones of reminiscence
TIME passes by, wishes are made, and we are enraptured
Age secretly whips pieces of our memory
Eyes narrow to symbolize remembrance
Then, we believe those pieces are lost
And our good TIMES vanished
These are nothing but mere ploys
Played by our mind
For those memories are at the back of our heads
Ready to appear whenever you, dear reader, want
To me,
T ales tune temperate
I dioms idealize indigenous innuendos
M ajestic mnemonics mollify memoirs
E xistence ends, Eternity endures ecstasy
Remember, dear passenger, that you are the leader
Lead TIME to the pleasant manors
Show TIME the warmth of what is within itself
Reveal the secret of importance to every second in TIME…
“Time is like a river. You can not touch the same water twice, because the flow that has
passed will never pass again. Enjoy every moment in life…” –Anonymous
"Medicine is my lawful wife, and literature is my mistress. When I get fed up with one, I spend the night with the other"
~ Anton Chekhov
She brightens the skies with her twinkling eyes
As they fall on the pages presented to her
Offering her the honor of a poetry prize
To cause her to smile with satisfaction as she will purr
Poetry and prose lift up like she can sometimes
With emotions so pure they bring conviction
Whether they’re about romance, history or crimes
Addressing the affections with nonfiction
Either by poetic vise or prose that materialize
In dreamy lives who welcome our pen and paper
We will find the inspiration to always idealize
The ones we discover behind a life filled vapor
If it be my wife or the love of my life
The novel, the noun, the verb and the pronoun
I find ways to work through all my strife
With the delight discovered when we write down
Our love for the words we read
As well as the wife we heed
Together, they are a masterpiece indeed!
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