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the whales were
singing as if they
were rejoicing yet
only voicing that
which whales do
where the best
store was for
kelp and little
things
things that you
and i would think
as chit chat and
actually a matter
of fact
but i heard
from the tabloids
that whale speak is where
it's at from an
off and on again
covered addiction
an almost resolved
semi physical
that escalated
into a no win he
wins situation
which is where
we end yet where
we began so to stop
the cycle from being exact
i punched
the guy back
got a broken nose
but showed him i was
steadfast
Form:
Okay I am going to write a funny poem to cheer everybody up
Because it's gloomy and cloudy over here
Does the sky mirror your feelings?
I hope not because you are going to be cloudy, downcast, dark, and thunderous
Who wants that?
Do you feel you are hibernating?
Just remember to come out
Spring is around the corner
Maybe that's the reason why my co-workers have so many baby showers
All cooped up inside and nothing to do lol
We just love any reasons to celebrate
I think they should have more national holidays
People should be forced to take a holiday
We don't take one ourselves
We work too much
Let's kick us out of here
We work too darn much
I am considering taking up coffee
Why? Because I just like the Keurig machine
It's tempting - those little Q-cups
Ahh those pros and cons
I will see how they win
I may end up chugging a little mug with me in my car
Like those coffee junkies
That have to have a cup of coffee before the day starts
My day starts now!
So I'll see
Okay that's it for now
I will leave you with some thoughts
Are you yay or are you nay?
For you or against you?
Win or no win?
King or queen?
Haha not the last one
I think you know that one
But you can be king or queen for a day
Have you heard that one?
How about everyday?
Now you are talking!
Chao
Retribution is not my dog
No bone- no contrition
just another child
who does not listen
nor pay attention.
Karma please let um slide
i really ain't mad ...
life has beat um down enough
please Karma let um slide.
Karma, excuse my soft heart.
Retribution ain't always worth
the worry that it causes.
Forgive my spiteful child.
May a mother's mind intercede?
Spare them the painful warts.
I love them enough to ask this of you
when they hurt i hurt too,
there is no win, win situation.
Just more reaping of the whirl wind
Let that negativity
that they have set in motion
be tossed into the mighty sea.
Let the salt of forgiveness wash,
and toss away their lies and thievery.
Karma please, on my knees
I pray forgive them all.
Spare all who have trust-passed
against my good-kind deeds.
Because I love them anyway.
and "retribution is not my dog"
The sharp suited man
With the Legal Degree
Looks back over years
To pass judgement on me.
While he was getting drunk
In student Uni bars
I was uniformed and fighting
Our country’s various wars.
The greatest impulse
Is the will to survive
To stay in one piece
To get out still alive
If you've not been there
You just can't understand
How fear and anger
Can get out of hand.
A split second’s action
In the heat of a fight
Is now being appraised
As being wrong or right.
Now we’ve both reached
Our late middle age,
Him on his thousands,
Me existing on minimum wage,
Plus the long service pension
They’ve been paying of late,
Not exactly bounteous millions
Reward for serving the state.
And he has his portfolio
Of cases, no win no fee,
And he is trying to make
A criminal of me.
In thanks for the security
For him and his ilk
That our actions earned,
Now he’s taken the Silk,
He puts our actions
Under the spotlights
As a campaigning lawyer in
The cause of Human rights.
I was a volunteer so I don’t
Expect or need his gratitude
Just maybe some compassion
To temper his attitude.
I scream in pain at the memory
Of things that I’ve done
While he waxes fat on
The fees that he’s won.
It’s a strange justice that
My efforts set him free
To harass and pursue
Combat veterans like me.
That sharp suited man
With the Legal Degree,
With the benefit of hindsight,
Passes judgement on me.
This is not about me, but the many Veterans who for years have lived under this threat. Nobody condones War Crimes, but we do ask for a level playing field and equality of treatment.
We were told we were fighting for democracy
but there was no democracy,
just two evils one greater than the other;
only people handed bad choices.
It kicked off cold with a lot of hot patriotism.
Many knew we were being pushed into a no-win situation
while the military industrial complex grew fat
on endless war.
The bodies kept piling up, until news from the front
got commonplace and tedious, then one day
it all blew up and blew away.
Many did not survive but no one died,
not anyone we knew anyway.
The free world walked into its newly built jails
much larger than the old prisons,
more space; less people.
What do we get from battles and war,
Nothing, a no-win score
Causing war is a sin,
Not to be entered in,
Pain and suffering felt by all
Soldiers' backs against a wall
Where evil and corruption thrive
Struggling to stay alive
It was not in their life plan
To shoot or maim their fellow man
All aspects of life are lost
At an unaccountable cost.
All who live in the war zone
Feel devastated, lost alone
And those of us who are standing by
Unable to help but pray and cry
Needless the loss of kith and kin
What is there left to win?
Nothing because there will be nothing left
Both countries and man will become bereft,
Evil reigns, sad to say
Has this monster come to stay
Perhaps we all have much to learn
Before we see this Devil burn.
self proclaimed er calculating polymath
no win tent to kindle,
or spark hay8 full ire rate wrath
juiced whiling away
the early evening hour hath
horror hived this february
twenty second, nah scared to take a bath.
The Process (is a Process All Its Own)
eye up ply applies
to brain storming with zest to whit
barn storming across das plains of google
to pitchfork embers tuff flickr tinder lee
with smart poetic dip pose zit
tool loom hen ate interior darkness
where lurks the monstrous akin to Perdido
otherwise known as perdition,
especially Native American
linkedin as The Buffalo Hunter
pseudonym adopted by Ballard and Sandrine,
The Green Woman, whose Side predicted to win
Pork Pie Hat predicated on FengShui yang and yin
force fields property aligned creates A Special Place
predominantly filled with A Dark Matter
only known (bee you wick), i.e.,The Skylark
and of course Poe's Children, totaling 5 Stories
helpful to down with a chaser
viz - The Little Blue Book Of Rose Stories
Ideally red (red) in The Night Room,
where an unsuspected parvenu
absconded with Lost Boy, Lost Girl
housing Magic Terror, but interestingly
one must ask - Isn't It Romantic?
Via the perspective Looking Back
feigning to be combination of Mr. X, and/or
and Mrs. God innocent looking people
yet, the progenitors of The Hellfire Club
burnt offerings indistinguishable from Blue Rose
fragrance or melancholy Ghosts
resembling trumpeting Floating Dragon
invoking grabbing by The Throat sensation
Where spirits flit to and fro
throughout neighborhood Houses Without Doors
and games without frontiers
this...a millennial Mystery
unlike the generic Ghost Story,
the main anti protagonist and/or
pro antagonist, nonetheless named Koko
who calls The Juniper Tree home
especially eerie Under Venus
provoking Wild Animals
to run berserk at lightspeed
en masse Black Sabbath
bestirs cries and whispers
proto, pseudo psychedelic
quint essence ova thermocouple
holo graphic images hypnotizing vista as Shadowland
explicit formula generating happy interacial Marriages
nah...ha - ah, the joe cuz on ewe
especially, If You Could See Me Now!
I'd like you all to keep this under your hat
It's a real mild winter where we're at
Grass is showing in the park cross the way
The sun is shining almost every day
Something's got crossed but complaining I'm not
Last winter was ugly it's surely a plot
The weather people are not following the script
Maybe they should all be repeatedly whipped
Till they beg for mercy down on their knees
For confusing us locals, trying to please
We'd rather you tell us the weather will be fine
Then we can blame you when the sun don't shine
Your job, you can have it, it's a no-win situation
Predicting the weather for someone's vacation
It's really a gamble, just bite your tongue
The odds are great, you're going to get stung
© Jack Ellison 2014
You have been accused, no more do we need
Point the finger at mother and daughter
Two Sutton girls with no chance to be freed
An impossible test, trial by water
They think you are spawn of the devil’s own seed
Sacred water denies you, twice you float
Only that of a witch, feet and hands bound
Would rise to the top in only petticoat
Perhaps better off as an innocent drowned
No executions at the bottom of the moat
A no win situation, death guaranteed
Guilty or not, your last breath is taken
By an ignorance with illogical creed
Who pointed your way, spiteful or shaken
And called out Witch. - Now the test will proceed
October 11, 2022
THREE STANZA POEM IN QUINTAIN (SICILIAN) Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: L MILTON HANKINS
"Do nothing
and everything is done."
LaoTse
Do no spiritual thing
and every natural climate is finished.
Become no merely natural being
and every spiritual becoming
has already been merrily fulfilled.
Play no win/win nature
and every lose/lose spirit is working out
resolution
integrity
confluence
synergy.
Play only win/win nature
and all lose/lose spirits
zealous
competing
totalitarian
dualistic
bigoted
supremacist
patriarchal
violent
violating
racist
sexist
ageist
xenophobic
homophobic
narcissistic
egocentric
anthro-testosteroned
become way too much ultra nonviolet work
for even the most left-hemisphere dominant
StraightWhiteWesternMale
to become deductively distracted
from inductively healthy
playful
good humored
full moon light for
multiculturing extended family life.
Do no win/lose capitalistic work
and every win/win playful communion is done.
Or, like he said,
Do No future-planning Thing
and Every past Thing is Done.
There remains
only integrity
of this Moment's
health-wealthiest play potential.