Long Penalties Poems
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*Authors note: Be prepared for the inappropriate use of a fork. (Shelter your children.) Proper and Improper soup matters and manners are explored. Legal interpretations and fears surrounding the viewing of and consumption of soup are lightly touched on and on display for the shock value, pleasure, entertainment and amusement of all. (The author here is lobbying for the use of spoons...as well he should.)
I Hate Soup
I hate soup!
No I don't
I love soup
Get your story straight
We are going before the judge today
He or she is probably judgmental
If they hate you more than the soup
I don't know what They'll do
If they love soup you can only pray for leniency
Claim insanity
It is only a lost day in court
Stay away from name brands before the law
Keep it simple
It is safer not to say Campbell's
Lipton is forbidden
You are being charged with complicity
Watching a full fledged felony in action
In broad day light is more than a misdemeanor
Someone dared to eat, to slurp their soup in public
Sipping it in plain view is a capital offense
On top of that a fork was used
Why oh why did you dine at the Greasy Spoon
What bad timing… What bad news
Now you have to pay
Soup crimes are severe in the light of day
Penalties for watching are much more graver
Not reporting it is simply crazy
I hate soup
I love soup
It does not matter
I'm being sued
There was a time when the great, gridiron classic,
Was the ultimate in athletic pursuit.
But lately, the evolution has been warped, by
Policy & standards that have served to dilute.
Most of us familiar to the game, have seen it grow,
Both by player dimension & injuries sustained.
Where now the skill resides in one's ability to
Bend the rules, as long as most are entertained.
Specifically, players have become much bigger,
Stronger, and faster in the past, say 40 years.
And if you recall your basic physics, that's a
Recipe for extreme forces and many tears.
Yet during this same period, you'd think
The equipment would develop & protect more.
But what I see is a noticeable reduction in protective
Padding, and some has been put aside to ignore.
For example, knee pads & 'girdles' worn through
Youth, to protect the knees, hips, and backbones ...
Are vanishing quickly among the older ranks,
Breaking speed limits for those sticks & stones.
Also, it could be argued that almost every play in a
Game, has penalties and judgement must decide on degree.
Causing players to skillfully see what they can
Get away with; quite a unique athletic skill set, you agree?
Now for the record, I'm a huge football fan,
And I've enjoyed the game for half a century.
And while I hope the players will compete safely,
The equipment & rules need review for equity.
Rise and Shine
By Franklin Price
4/15/2016
Rise and shine the tax man's coming
The end day has arrived
You best be done or he'll have fun
With penalties derived
He'll arrive in armored car
Much like Santa in his sleigh
But he's not bringing presents
He's here to take away
He'll pass you by won't make you cry
If your taxes you have done
If procrastination was your thing
He'll stop 'cause you're the one
The one who who thinks that waiting
Will somehow stop this day
Now you've gone an done it
And the tax man's come to play
Didn't mean to stop the party
This final day will not annoy
If you filed you taxes early
It's another day you can enjoy
sporting a colorful chemise
a camera and a valise
temptations so easily tease
roaming as free as honeybees
tourists hear beckonings as pleas
and capture beauty with much ease
tiny things no bigger than peas
or vast expanse of deep blue seas
weeping willows in the breeze
ornate houses of bourgeoisies
candles lit to divinities
friendly playful bitty chickadees
lovable girl about to sneeze
a soldier's return from overseas
referees calling penalties
lovers creating memories
strange amazing intricacies
silly whimsical fantasies
many types of absurdities
two elephants on a trapeze
seven vine swinging chimpanzees
bears savoring delicacies
oddities among novelties
unavoidable catastrophes
moments of awe you want to freeze
as many of these as you please
photos are lovely memories
many worthy of galleries
each artist a fan of what he sees
Published in PoetrySoup's first anthology "PS: It's Poetry: An anthology of contemporary poetry from around the world" Paperback 2020
Published in my 24-page photo/anthology book ~THE MIND'S CANVAS~ 2023
AP: Honorable Mention 2026, Honorable Mention 2022, Honorable Mention 2021
February 27, 2018 for FAVORITE RHYMING POEM EVER CONTEST sponsored by LAURA LOO - RANKED 2ND
January 1, 2018 for BEST RHYMING POEM OCT-DEC CONTEST sponsored by JOHN HAMILTON - RANKED 3RD
November 30, 2017 for MERAKI CONTEST sponsored by SILENT ONE - RANKED 1ST
Jesus is the same yesterday, today and forever
Do not be carried away with all kinds of teaching
It is good to have our hearts strengthen by grace
Not by food, which do not benefit those who live by them
Jesus suffered outside the gate
To consecrate people by His own blood
Let us go then outside the camp
Bearing the reproach that He bore
Do not neglect to do good and share what you have
God is pleased of sacrifices of that kind
Obey your leaders and defer to them
For they keep watch over you
May the God of peace who brought up the Eternal covenant
Jesus Christ to whom the glory forever and ever
The last time, I looked at my checking account,
I saw a colossal bunch of zeroes, six figures,
With a zero in front of the other numbers;
I had zero interest credited to my account.
I started laughing, I started to count
The zeroes. I said to myself, let pretend
That I was B. Gates or Buffett, with all of their billions;
Dreaming ostentatiously large in a foreign land,
Where my shoes sunk in a box full of onions.
(I must confess that money has a funky smell,
Just like a sweaty accountant who has not showered
For days, or a stressful peddler without a daily sale.)
I was on cloud nine - dreaming and
Hallucinating. I was chilling out on the sand,
And living care free like a happy vagabond,
Like an audacious and brave actor named James Bond
On vacation. Suddenly, I began to realize that zeroes
Can have different meanings, and being rich
Or poor is a state of mind. The beach
Is full of bathers, folks and foes,
Who are pretending, and who see things differently.
The nomad with his zeroes is maybe
Happier than D. Trump, who owns innumerable casinos;
Not everyone looks at money the same way.
My zeroes have a special meaning.
The billionaires are spacing, worrying,
Earning HUGE interests and avoiding penalties,
So they can keep their amenities.
What they don’t realize is that one day,
All of them will be counting zeroes like me,
Because once they die away,
Their estates will grab all of the money,
And the properties; meanwhile the exquisite women
Will shed tears the same way,
The turkeys frown in the heat of the oven.
The last time, I looked at my checking account,
I said quietly to myself, “Let the jerks count.”
Copyright@ February 2022, Hebert Logerie All Rights Reseved
The following is a hypothetical situation;
Absolute government gun control now sweeps the nation.
We are at our harshest with regards to gun control legislation.
No firearm can be possessed or owned by any private citizen
without the harshest of penalties being imposed upon them,..
..but then inevitably another massacre happens,
taking innocent young lives, many of them children.
Such occurrences continue to happen again and again.
Our harshest of gun control laws accomplished absolutely nothing,
aside from denying every single responsible private citizen
their right to keep and bare arms either for collection or protection.
As long as guns are used in law enforcement and the military
there will always be an underground gun trafficking industry
and the senseless massacres of innocents will continue to be,
possibly even more frequently.
Many say that guns have no place in a civilized society,
and on that subject I too tend to agree,
but until we attain that Utopian civilized society,
whereupon all weapons and all guns are all history,
guns and gun tragedies are here to stay and will continue to be.
The age-old dream is a nightmare,
that has haunted us far too long,
still it lures in so many souls
with the sweetness of its song.
But beyond the simple melody
a darkness quickly appears,
those who preach of utopia
are the ones we should most fear.
It all starts out pleasant enough,
they want to build the perfect world,
with peace, love, and prosperity,
for every single boy and girl.
But on what defines perfection,
the can never truly agree,
tell them it’s abstract idea,
and they scream out ‘heresy!’
Not that this will stop the push,
they’re convinced that they’re right,
and any who would oppose them,
are an evil and a blight.
First it’s campaigns to convince
that they hold the greatest truth,
then to the schools for targeting
the dumb, impressionable youth.
They think that this will do the job,
but too many reject and dismiss,
then comes all the social pressure,
go along or you’re not ‘with it.’
And when even that doesn’t prevail,
they always turn to government,
use law to force you to agree,
or face a long imprisonment.
This becomes the tipping point,
since government is always force,
yet convinced they’ll bring perfection,
they’ll do what was once abhorred.
Some penalties put you in camps,
doomed to a miserable fate,
no longer do you just ‘disagree,’
you’re now enemy of the state.
It does not take much to see this,
such an endless, brutal trend,
Hitler’s ‘perfect’ Aryan Reich
sent ten million to their end.
And all those workers ‘paradises,’
their purges and class enemies,
Sent a hundred million folk to death,
to build their ‘ideal’ societies.
Even down on the smaller scale,
the same result you will find,
Jamestown, Heaven’s Gate, and Waco;
where people were burned alive.
How many would still be with us,
how many fewer would be dead,
if we could take utopia
and drive it clear out of our heads?
In fact the very word itself,
if you look back on history,
literally translates as ‘no place,’
in the original Greek.
As in no place can ever exist
where mankind lives perfect,
Better is the best we can do
without leaving people wrecked.
Best we keep shouting this truth out
before we all tumble and fall,
We must fear, fear utopia,
or else it will kill us all.
Usually, most men know right from wrong
Not everyone lives by the rule of the jungle
Women aren't impressed with posture
Except those with seriously shallow souls
Ladies want to be treated like ladies
Consideration always!...cocky and uncaged charm...only when the beast is chained!
Only some pigs prefer kissing beneath the starry sty
Men like that aren't real men
Especially when they brag about what a stud they are
A nasty nest of negative morals motivates
Disparity awaits their victims
Violence always seems to be in the mix
Angry little boys who break their toys
Now, their littlest toy is their biggest joy
Courts need to enforce stiffer penalties
Even if they're the president
Sex isn't just for your pleasure pal...you should already know that...you pig!
Aniruddha: Knowing too much might overturn you, completely.
Do you even know that?
Revati: Then perhaps,
it is better not to know too much..right?
Aniruddha: Knowing this way is quite irrational.
It is quite impossible as well.
You may say.
If you have to know,
know the whole truth.
So that you may decipher
the logical and the illogical too.
Know them both.
Revati: Started knowing all about that, gradually.
Started knowing you.
Knowing your reasons.
Your debates and unfolding stories of life.
(Empty teacup,
left alone with stains of leftovers.
Leaving behind the unended resonance
of spoken words,
stories foretold.)
Aniruddha: I am almost finished here.
Now, it’s your turn to speak...
About you.
As you truly are.
Intrepid, genuine and unambiguous.
Revati: Your words seem so familiar!
Exactly fitting and perfectly making sense!
Aniruddha: Is it so? How is it so familiar?
Could you be a little clearer?
Revati: Those psychiatrists also treat
almost all patients this way.
Exactly the same way!
Aniruddha: Wait a minute!
What makes you say so?
Why are you so prejudiced with complex?
Not everything rests on the food plate
of that tasty potato smash,
you know that, right?
Revati: Yes, indeed.
I know that for sure!
As long as there is a possibility
of landing at the posh airport,
is it not?
Higher-end dedication,
humming with a wise thought of placid height!
Aniruddha: Okay! Quite a word there.
Are those your own words?
Revati: Exactly, what else do you think?
Could you also be a little clearer?
Yesterday, Aniruddha posted his last mail.
His mails are glimpses of the heavens.
A cherished rainbow in dreams.
Killer cancer did not spare his body.
He had to return, one last time.
His last words were exactly this.
Even after reading for a thousand times,
Revati felt those words.
Those words were exactly this!
“How many death penalties are there
in one lifetime
you and I are not sure about that…
Perhaps one day
I will meet
at heaven's gate
To pick up the answer.”
Where there is a will, there is a way.
(Empty teacup,
left alone with stains of leftovers.
Leaving behind the unended resonance
of spoken words,
stories foretold.)