Long Owns Poems
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Who belongs where,
And who owns what?
The answer depends on how far back you go,
And who you talk to,
To justify your view.
It used to be there were places,
That were still open spaces,
We could drive those who we thought unworthy of occupying places,
Anywhere near our faces.
Now there are people in those places,
In those spaces,
Who object to all those new faces,
Coming into their spaces,
Because we do not like their faces.
But take heart there is a solution for every problem,
And with this one money will not be a problem.
All we need to do is fit those faces into a sports team,
To let off steam,
That gives them and us a reason to celebrate,
With beers by the crate,
Winning combinations that belong together,
And open spaces where all can gather.
The cowboy rides like a noble lord
across the dusty ground,
his six-shooter is his scepter,
a Stetson is his crown.
His saddle is a leather throne
from which he can survey
all his four-legged denizens
on far mountain and plain.
His kingdom is every shifting,
blazing trails across earth,
he rarely owns the herd and yet
he’ll fight for what it’s worth.
The children look upon him and
see a model for themselves.
Half-mythic, they see a hero
whose legend does them well.
Women look and see their fantasy,
with whom they long to ride,
to live as a cowboy’s sweet-heart,
forever by his side.
Men turn their stare to the cowboy,
see what they hope they could be,
a pioneer calling the shots,
living a life that’s free.
At rodeos they ride big bulls
that would break our spines,
by what power are they able
to last eight second’s time?
On silver screens, in wilderness,
against evil they go.
They win the day and half the time
their names we never know.
They’ve stood for all America,
one hundred fifty years,
through chaos, war, and damn hippies,
and yet they are still here.
Keeping their long and lonely watch
in weather hot and cool,
the cowboy rides like a noble lord,
Forever may he rule!
Merry Impeachness
Justice delayed however symbolic
the orangutan finally won his award
for corruption and dereliction of duties
the constitution used to apply to all
IMPEACH
the orange leach
Lucifer has more morality
Peeing hookers to that will clarify
Concentration camps built
doctors denied free treatment of children
separated from mothers
Anne frank turns over in her grave
Title of Nobility
emoluments and fraud
foreign powers now own
the ivory tower
His followers
mow over Mexicans
ah but that's not hate
ignorance owns no book
Goebbels wrote fine prose
propaganda of the rose
sweet words hide not the smell
of bigots in their swamp of animosity
Defending the lady of liberty
is a kindness
defending the abused and weak
is a kindness
Hate wrapped in air freshener
an old German trick
calling men of justice, haters
most have seen this movie flick
MY SHOES
My
stylish
fashionable
friend owns cupboard
full of hundred pair
of shoes to match with her
various colored dresses.
On completion of perfection
The spectrum of her choices is so broad.
So difficult to choose the exact pair
to tally with particular dress.
I am free with three pair of shoes
home use,walking, other uses
So easy going is life
avoiding confusion.
totally time saving.
Relaxed cheerful.
One pair gets
torn, next
comes.
08/28/16
My Shoes poetry contest by Lewis Raynes
White Van Man
White van driver, he couldn’t give a damn
Oh how I wish that he would scram
From lofty heights he owns the road
He’s deft at signs sure to forebode
With cell in hand intent on chat
He swears at the driver wearing a hat
Coursing a path that’s bumper to bumper
Behind the woman, oh how he could thump her
His high sided vehicle sways this way and that
He’ll be there soon with foot down flat
He’s king of the motorway’s third lane
He’d love to shunt and scare, be a right bane
But to him his driving feels quite lame
He’s white van driver who feels no shame
A hotheaded madcap who loves to race
Carrying a smugness all over his face
When home he parks to own the street
Along with others, its quite a fleet
In the morn, he rises with the lark
Returning faithfully after its dark
He’s white van driver, he does what he likes
He tells his neighbours to get on their bikes
His majestic status is sure to be noted
Carrying an image to which he’s devoted
So white van man, you don’t give a damn
But I tell you squarely that you’re a right sham
I long for the end of perverse MAGA malice
Led by the immoral, they are cold and callous
They have caused such disdain
Since Trump's menacing reign
While he sits inside his Mar A Lago palace
How daft the man to assume he owns everything
Documents and White House dishes he chose to sling
Ketchup thrown against the wall,
Trumpty is ready to fall
Shot down by his arrogance. Ow, how that must sting
He's such a libertine, and wickedly corrupt
When not getting his way, his temper will erupt
But now he's gone too far
According to Bill Barr
But Dumpy Trumpty will never ever fess up
I hope he won't have need to don that damned red tie
An orange suit he may not wear, and I'll decry
He should be an inmate
Enemy of each state
And more loathsome than the insect, we call 'fruit fly'
Some of you make fun of Biden's slips due to age
I prefer that man to an ogre filled with rage
One who defies the law
has a deep-seated flaw...
The Republican elephant on a rampage
Oh say, people, please tell me why you cannot see
how politician's lies have become so beastly
Don't bite Trump's baited hook
Stop believing that crook
He's the cause of conflicts on a family tree
What do you want to be when you grow up?
Other girls were saying “princess, ballerina, secretary, nurse, and teacher.”
I said, “I want to be a race car who owns a fire truck.”
None of the laughing ones knew I meant it.
None of the other girls knew why I was the way I was.
They knew I was strange though,
Avoiding me at all costs.
The boys, on the other hand, thought it made sense.
They took me under their wings and let me play.
I was happier with them anyway,
As they never said “he said that you said that
we said that she said that he said.”
All was well.
Playing with trucks and soldiers
In the sand is preferable to
Playing with small dead
Plastic children
Anyway.
It isn't where you come from,
Matters not where you've been.
It isn't what your parents did,
That makes your name among men.
Your ancestors may have a name.
But what they did or not,
Has naught at all to do with you,
It's long ago forgot.
It's what you do yourself that counts.
You make your reputation.
You can make your family proud,
Or cause them denigration.
It takes time to build a name.
It starts when you are young.
It's the habits that you form,
While the song of youth is sung.
It takes less time to wreck a name,
Than it does to build it.
What you pass down to progeny,
Pride or shame, you've willed it.
Try to be the kind of person,
God intended you to be.
Live each moment with the thought,
He's watching over me.
Live each moment knowing,
Your every move He'll see,
And every word you ever speak,
Will all be heard by He,
Who sees and hears and knows all things.
Before Him we all stand.
Try to live within His will,
According to His plan;
And you will live a happy life.
You'll come through every storm.
Be obedient and kind,
And try not to conform,
To the world and wicked ways.
Drink but from The Master's cup,
So each morning when you rise,
The devil's mad you're up;
For God knows what we're all about.
This life is no mere game.
The Shepherd knows each sheep He owns.
He calls each one by name.
We walk in wonder listening to the stream
The birds that flit, the grass so green
We breathe the air and see the colours of the sky
But do we ever really know who we are, you or I
We listen to the quiet in the night
We hold onto our joy with all our might.
But do we see darkness when it comes
Or does fate play that hand when it wants
We feel the cold in the winter sky
We know our hold onto this life
With love we find the path so strong
With love we know where we belong
The stars are out there night on night
We can see time in this dark of light
Does it make you shudder when you understand
That time owns you like it owns every woman and every man.
My dog’s name is Thalia—
she barks when her tummy’s empty,
barks if she wants my attention,
and barks when a stranger wanders too near,
as if she owns the whole block.
One afternoon in the kitchen,
she just wouldn’t stop.
I figured—alright, food again—
so I scooped her a bowl.
But nope. Still barking her head off.
Curious, I went out to see what was going on.
And there she was—curled up on the sofa,
out cold, not a care in the world.
So… who was in my kitchen?
I was halfway to the car,
still trying to puzzle it out,
when a voice broke in—
“Wake up, Madison, we’re almost late!”
That’s when it hit me—
I’d been chasing a dream all along.
And like life itself,
it showed me that friends may be found anywhere,
but when the truth sinks in,
you see the ones who matter most
are those who’ve stood beside you
through thick and thin.