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Mosque cowed covenant I keep Putin off...
and withheld broadcasting
the following communication
tucked away these many years,
when president number forty five
donned, jump/kick started, and tweeted
thru his musky, albeit flabby mantle,
a rallying cry forewarning onset of Mag(m)a
bubbling, gurgling, lobbing, and spewing lava
against backdrop of his trumpeting vitriolic
political preservation, salvation,
and veneration, though with hold
ding temptation tomb mike -
(make) pence sieve lee clear,
the immoral majority mold
toot hoods, (those bajillion
Americans unanimously polled)
did want me to broadcast, communicate,
and declare, sans incendiary fold
drawl (folderol) feigning migrant accent,
(no matter I'm getting older than Methuselah),
nonetheless Ivana trumpet from Taj Mahal
straight to Mar-A-Lago) all told,
plus thank Republicans
(past or present), who extolled,
an invisible grandiose fire walled
barricade (donning, enclosing,
and fortifying) against Carl mauled
din lookalike hackers,
despite one sporting "FAKE"
hook nosed, hunchbacked
adorned, donned with (Turin) shawled,
shrouded, and disguised vagrant, indigent,
double chinned agent - bald
(except for being bewigged),
viz flowing locks of "FAKE" gold
in toe with Amazon heavily funded
unbridled trailing retinue
chanting appellation Matthew
Scott Harris alias Oswald),
no matter said faux
renegade twittering lobbyists
to flock (like lemmings) within his fold,
and will laughably petrify
any vigilantes dead cold,
what with his bugs
bunny eyed (What's up Doc)
intent reader rabbit stare,
that doth playfully scold
any Bare Ladies scantily
linkedin, NOT nsync
with netiquette politesse mold
gobbledygook communication, (asper
my pork chopped message
higglety pigglety divulged)
obeying tacit gold
din rule to hoodwink public, nonetheless
lemme exemplify, how I plan to hold
world web electronically hostage
by secret Ransomware sold,
thru dark wide whirled web
cryptocurrency bitcoin blockchain trolled
under auspices, sans
omnipotent NON GMO
gluten free CRISPR rolled
oat sized INTEL nanobots,
no bigger than mold
spores heavily monitoring
meant to fortify electronic threads
woven into a virtual tapestry
likened to Dickensian chain e-mail
intent to foment pandemonium
at expense to captcha totalitarianism,
whereby democracy imperiled.
Bullies are the politics of this universal world
who enjoy the smell of war inflicting endless pain
Who put others down in the presence of others
leaving you to bleed out stranded in the rain
Bullies only bully for they refuse to understand
what it's like to go through something and fail
Through choices they made leading up to that point
leaving them a drift in the wilderness to sail
Bullies attack you with broken hearts caused by
how they were brought up as no one really gave
Them discipline to teach them without abuse to know
the dangers of creating a political wave
Bullies will try and make you change the way
you think and feel about opinions regarding you
The most hateful words without any description
of explaining why they feel those words are true
Bullies are like wolves some as wild as bears
animals that are hungry always looking to feast
Off the people who they see as weak or vulnerable
as if your a lifeless person who has already been deceased
Bullies think that their power is beyond any person who
is trying to progress and move forward to make
A better life for themselves so others can see that
it isn't impossible to turn from a past or present mistake
Bulllies walk with pride in the seeds that they sow
apon others when really they are the ones that
Say you are ugly, no good, uneducated, mind twisted,
a wanna be thug, you're race or call you fat
Friends a bully is a person who has a life like you
though they try to believe they are better in some way
Yet they don't realize that karma really does exist
which will come back on their life somehow one day
Let no words from a political bully bother you for
their words are meaningless with nothing but hate
Which is something we as people shouldn't let at all be
a self label from others trying to predict you're own fate
Bullies be prepared shame on all of you that go
around thinking you're all that with no good news to share
Being the one who doesn't take life seriously or simply
become grown to the point that you really don't care
About what you say to others or how you treat them at times
regardless of anything you choose to do or claim to speak
Words that are foul with judgement that seems so everlasting
towards people who are really strong who you only think are weak.
Written By: Joseph Darryl Boca
Her name is Seren
Yes the proud welsh girl, not foe, hopefully a fren
The number of contest she entered, maybe a million
On a scale of 1 to 10, I’d give her a billion
She has passionately stated her favorite color is green
She talked about more shades than I think I’ve seen
My vision isn’t great, but good thing I’m not color blind too
Then I’d be like those Greeks, with one word for green and blue
She also has a pooch named Tilly
If that’s a variation of Teal then she’s green silly
Maybe instead of silly I better choose a synonym
Lest emerald becomes jade and I sing a new hymn
Yes of PD, I could write clerihews day and night
However, whatever I may or might write, it’s never in spite
She loves alliteration, writing recklessly reaping rich reward
Of ailing alliteration, I’m alienated, not even a steady steward
I think my friend PD thinks I’m the meanie
With my clerihew about seeds, I think she dubbed me weenie
I am sorry Linda, I was going to remove it from the site
But too many others found some delight
Last but not least ThePhilosopher, yeah that’s me
The one that always seems to be lost at sea
You would think either past or present I was a sailor
However on life’s quest I’ve been quite the delayer
My name is Wayland, no not the first nor the third
I am the second and sometimes I mention a bird
Speaking of the bird, I look at the top 100 poems list
And obviously there is something that I missed
When I speak of the top 100’s list, I mean for two weeks
Some post almost two hundred, yes 200, they aren’t meek
I wonder how it’s possible and then I read their verse
Many times I’m often left to curse
But since when did ThePhilosopher, become the judger of prose
His clerihews always talking about these, thou, and those
I should change my name to King James
But my buddy is already King of the Quatrains
Oh yes My buddy Jack will be the last
The subjects he writes about are vast
Too many to remember with all his pretty words
When I think of his poems I don’t think of birds
I recently read his poem titled bums unite
He said he gave them money at times, it probably felt right
He said someday they may even get a ten spot
If someone gives me a ten spot, then I’m yelling JACKPOT!
*these are always done if fun, hahaha another random rhyme
Mama's here, little one.
Even when she's not.
Her arms are wrapped around you,
She loves you a lot.
Mama's always by your side,
Even when she can't talk.
When you're at your best.
And even when you're at your worst.
Kai loves you.
Mama loves you.
Nothing could be more true,
Than the words I speak when I'm with you.
I want to be there for you.
I want to lift you up.
Someday, we'll meet.
Someday, I will.
I'll press butterfly kisses all over your face.
I'll sqwoosh your cheeks and hug you close.
I'll cuddle with you all the time.
I'll never ever leave your side.
One day, we'll meet.
Then, you'll see.
Mama's here. Mama's with you.
She'll never ever leave.
When Tigger can't bounce,
And Pooh hates honey.
When Peter Pan can't fly,
And Mater isn't funny.
That's when I'll stop loving you,
That's when I'll move on.
When Patton can't smile,
And Roman drops his sword and runs.
When Logan can't find a solution,
And doesn't even try.
When Virgil gives up on the others,
And becomes the bad guy.
That's when I'll leave you.
When the world ends.
Only then,
Will I not be your friend.
I may not be good at everything,
Or even good for you.
But I swear on my life,
I could never stop loving you.
Not you.
Not Alex.
Not Al or Kat.
Not Kayden.
Not Katie.
Not Rory or Batts.
Not Megan.
Not Joan.
Not Cassie or Jen.
Not Marie.
Not Zoe.
Not Olivia or Em.
Not Emma.
Not Beet.
Not Caelum or Kali.
Not Cas.
Mot Gabby.
Not Serena or Bailey.
Not Xavier.
Not Rihanna.
Not Natasha or Mac.
Not even Malaya.
Not even Sonnae.
Not even if there isn't a person that loves me back.
I could never stop loving,
All the people in my life.
Past or present,
Even if they weren't nice.
Mama always loves you.
She'll never move on.
Mama won't ever stop loving,
Even if everyone else is gone.
Mama loves you.
Your highs and your lows.
Kai loves you.
They'll protect you from all your foes.
Mama's always here, little one.
Even when she's not.
Her arms are wrapped around you.
She loves you a lot.
Moss Cowed Covenant I Keep Putin Off...
For preservation, salvation,
and veneration, though with hold
ding temptation two mike
pence sieve lee clear,
to immoral majority mold
toot hoods, (those bajillion
Americans unanimously polled)
did want me to broadcast, communicate,
and declare, sans mock cut up fold
drawl migrant accent,
(no matter I'm getting old),
nonetheless Ivana trumpet from Taj Mahal
straight to Mar-A-Lago) all told,
plus thank commensurate Republicans
(past or present), who extolled,
an invisible grandiose fire walled
barricade (donning, enclosing,
and fortifying) against Carl mauled
din lookalike hackers,
despite one sporting "FAKE"
hook nosed, hunchbacked
donned with torn (Turin) shawled,
shrouded, and disguised vagrant, indigent,
double chinned agent – bald
(except for being bewigged),
viz flowing locks of "FAKE" gold
in toe with Amazon heavily funded
unbridled trailing retinue
chanting appellation Matthew
Scott Harris alias Oswald),
no matter said faux
renegade twittering lobbyists
flock (like lemmings) within his fold,
and will happily, laughably parody
any vigilantes spot on cold,
what with his bugs
bunny eyed (What's up Doc)
intent reader rabbit stare,
that doth playfully scold
any Bare Ladies scantily
linkedin, NOT nsync
with netiquette politesse mold
dinned communication, (asper
my pork chopped message
higglety pigglety divulged)
obeying tacit gold
din rule to hoodwink public, nonetheless
lemme exemplify, how
Democrats plan to hold
world web hostage
by secret Ransomware sold,
thru dark web bitcoin blockchain trolled
to collude with "crooked Hillary"
under Ponzi scheme auspices doled
courtesy, sans spongebobsquarepants
omnipotent NON GMO
gluten CRISPR rolled
oat sized INTEL nanobots,
no bigger than mold
spores heavily scrutinizing,
policing, monitoring and
fortifying electronic Internet scaffold.
if you don’t have anything nice to say don’t say nothing at all, they say.
every moment, every minute, every second of the day.
the silenced people can not tell wrong from right,
and when they speak up, the loud ones use it as an excuse to pick on them and fight.
your opinion isn’t valid unless you have good looks,
“well that’s how it is now” no, look at the books;
the books full of history and the darkness of mankind,
it’s always been about appearance, let me keep that in your mind.
racism and the colour of peoples skin-
they may have had the same opinion but weren’t allowed to fit in.
at least time has moved on and everything’s much better,
but we can’t pretend it didn’t happen, word to letter.
what about women, and when they’re sexualised?
can someone please tell me how it’s the woman’s fault and not the guys?
it’s not her fault if she has tight clothes wrapped around her body,
society says she’s either insecure or she looks homeless or shoddy.
it’s not just on the outside that’s discriminated,
for does anyone remember why george oswell was incriminated?
somewhere out there, there’s a gay person sitting at the table with their homophobic parent or parents ,
sitting in silence because their parents found out, in self-assurance.
too many people get killed for who they are,
past or present, it’s gone too far.
judge a person on their actions that make them a bad person,
not on who they kissed, what they wore or the colour of the skin because everyone’s got a story you just have to listen to their version.
so don’t be afraid to say the wrong thing,
learn from your mistakes and what they bring
but don’t say nasty stuff about someone you don’t know,
get to know the nasty side of them before you let it all go.
‘When I was a child, I acted like a child, thought like a child, played like a child,’
But I am no longer a child.
Yet, the ways of a child are so beautiful and gentle and sweet, there are things I wish to keep about myself from those times,
Things I may have to try to recreate in myself because I lost my way here and there.
I wish to keep the deep love I have for my mother and father, and have deep love for others without judgment of their past or present, because only God knows their future.
I wish to keep on hoping and dreaming, even if it doesn’t always correlate to reality - life is more fun when you have an imagination.
I wish to be looking to others for help, to be willing to be taught and given advice to, and hear the elders’ stories, because, in humble admittance, I cannot do everything alone - though, now I can tie my shoes.
I wish to shout and dance and spin and laugh, without restriction. Adulthood can be restricting, even though it is all we ever wished for as young ones.
You should see me sometimes. I walk barefoot as often as possible, no one to remind me I should at least be wearing socks.
I still like to climb trees, tire-swing, jump-rope, hit up the trampoline, and try out the monkey bars, though it is much more difficult to do than I remember.
I also still really like fireworks, and bubbles, and teddy-bears, and want a grown-up jeep (omit Barbie logo and fake brakes.)
I never did learn to do the splits, but I sure do still like banana splits. Extra whip, please.
I still look up to my grandparents, and get excited about Christmas presents, and giggle on the morning of my birthday.
Some childhood things never leave us, and that is what I will always wish for.
When I think of you, I cry and smile,
you are such a good friend to me,
So thoughtful, so warm and compassionate,
with you by my side, life has meaning to me.
We share so many of life's hardships,
no two, were ever so much alike and apart.
We are sisters, endless friends, eternally,
Like a rose, our friendship slow to start.
Then, like the perfect rose it bloomed,
it is a beautiful thing of time, like fine art.
No matter where life takes us,
you will always and forever be part of my heart.
When I think of you, I erase miles that separate,
yet you are near to me, my mirror reflection.
Constantly creative, we share ideas so similar,
happiness and joy, you give, my heart protection.
Strength and determination, you enhance golden tomorrows,
as rose petals intertwine, you soothe sorrows and tears.
Our collaborations grace many blank pages,
true friends, we will remain throughout the years.
A gentle voice, a graceful heart, we both suffered thorns,
a gifted spirit, who understands my soul.
you are the essence of a beautiful friend for life,
beyond a sister, who has taken my half and made it whole.
___________________
September 04, 2012
Poetry/Lyric/You Are A Rose In My Bouquet
Copyright Protected, ID 09-418-323 04
All Rights reserved, 2012, Constance La France
In collaboration with Linda-Marie, Sweetheart
(I wrote the first three verses, Linda-Marie wrote the last three)
Written for the Standard contest, When I think of you, (Collab)
Sponsor, Tracie Edwards, Judged 10/11/2012
First Place
Submitted to the Standard contest, Do-It (Duets), Past or Present
sponsor, James Edward Lee Sr, Judged 02/18/2022
First Place
Prime Minister of Canada, Justin Trudeau,
was born on Christmas night, I think under a star;
and became the 23rd Prime Minister of Canada,
and leader of the Liberal party;
son of former Prime Minister, Pierre Elliot Trudeau.
Justin is a kind, polite, fun loving man,
he was a snowboarding instructor, night club bouncer;
was a teacher, a boxer when younger,
and legalized marijuana in Canada to shut down illegal sales;
he wrote his memoir in 2014, a bit early Justin.
As Prime Minister, he apologized on behalf of Canada,
to the Indigenous People for wrong doings through history;
and also to other communities for transgressions of the past,
he has no fear to stand up to the USA President, any leader;
during his election campaign he always remained the gentleman.
Some, may find him too passive- I see his inner strength,
he is a wonderful representative for Canada;
with his movie star good looks, easy smile and laugh,
I love his upbeat personality and positive attitude;
and I am proud to call him my leader, my Prime Minister.
______________________________
February 5, 2020
Poetry/Ode/To Prime Minister Justin Trudeau
Copyright Protected, ID 20-1223-268-03
All Rights Reserved, 2020, Constance La France
Written for the contest, Ode To A President, or Politician or Leader,
Past or Present, sponsor, Sheri Fresonke Harper
Fourth Place
Whack! For the 4 o’clock Mondays that leave circles under everyone’s eyes
Along with dry souls sucked clean of kaleidoscope and chaotic color
Whack! For the deeper alphabet from apples to french fries
Which loom over the small but large ones bringing only dread
Whack! For the up and out and up and out all across the stars and stripes
Whack! For the trees and the basketball which were once tangible
That now sit decaying and deflated with no frogs to scale or stars to bounce
But whack! For the shiny optimism that melts in the scorching sun
Whack! For the cold white tarp that creates the haven under peaks of grey, now gone
Whack! For constant screeching cries of ‘cockroaches in the cleaning supplies!’
And how they never die
Whack! For the car skidding off the icy road in the gone state
Sirens blaring but no one hears or remembers
And whack! For the doors that were never locked but never opened
Whack! For Future, not Past or Present
Only Future knows- knows all too well- that it is still not effulgent, will never be
Whack! For the stupidity we all indulge in when free and young
And whack! For forgetting too fast but too slow how to have fun
Whack! For knowledge of billions of protagonists walking all around
In their own stories terrifying everyone else
Whack! That bag for all it’s worth
A shiny 15.75$
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