Long Prime time Poems
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I was just a kid
You threw the “book” at me
Hellfire, damnation, sinner!!
Repent!!!!
I was too young
To remember “penting”
So how could I do it again??
Purgatory….
“the not quite ready for prime time
waiting room for angels”
Confession??
Hey, If I ain’t tellin’ Mom
I ain’t tellin’ nobody.
The “transubstantiation”
//I can still spell it//
I thought it was a new stop on the RED LINE.
“The Caped Crusaders”
Aka NUNS
Wielding a thunderous yard stick
(Thor had nothing on these chicks)
Catechism
The first of my many schisms.
I am still just a kid
Delving into the alleged
“Divinity of Man”
Walking in the footsteps of mystery
Dabbling in momentary beliefs
Chasing shadows on a cloudless day
Experiencing the wonder of life
Standing naked in the world of the undressed
John G. Lawless
©5/6/2023
They don’t crucify prophets these days
I told the man in my waking dream,
They have more sensitive subtle ways,
They call them rehabilitation schemes,
Talk until you suddenly find
They present you with their plan
To mould and change your mind
And make you a compliant man.
Their slogan is of free speech
To walk the party line or brother
You become outcast social leech
In a state that quickly smothers,
Buries you in modern toys,
Lures you with possessions
A world of synthetic joys
And selfish obsessions.
The eleventh commandment rules.
The other ten mean just naught
In a sheer simplicity that fools
Thou shalt not get caught.
Don’t need crucify the prophet today
Just make him question his self worth
Or the ultimate modern way
Make him an object of mirth.
No they don’t crucify prophets these days
Maybe expose them on prime time tv
Where the media guru has his ways,
To harass and humiliate there for all to see.
Life is diabetic
Life is sweet
Yet bitter
Ever wonder why
What we enjoy
Could be our killer
Cos we enjoy but
Fail to prevent
Even when the warning
Is clear
We still run to the sweetness
Of life
Still without minding
Just to enjoy the moment
To cry at the end
What a civilization
Life is diabetic
You keep living
A high life
Thinking you are
Bigger than normal
Enjoying your young
Prime time like you can
Never get old
Forgetting to think
Cos life is so sweet
Especially at this time
When the young hot blood
Don't want to waste no time
Yet spend time to enjoying
With ignorance
Life is diabetic
Enjoy life yes
But don't forget
What is sweet
Can kill too
Maximize your self
To be able to be in charge
In charge of your mind
In charge of your soul self
In charge of your personality
In charge of your life
Cos when you are carried
Away by the sweetness of
Life please
Just remember that
Life is diabetic
Time flows an river flows
ceaseless forever.
Time doesn’t wait …
Who can’t value
is most unfortunate .
Do it in Time
Don't waste Time sitting idle.
Everything is recoverable or can be regained.
but Time as gone , gone forever.
You can't manipulate even if you be too clever.
In innocent childhood days,
you are ignorant of importance of Time
So it's duty of parents to teach
their children and making alert
of proper use of Time being expert.
But when you are grown up,
You can spend Time according to own wish.
Utilise every moment
in right path.
You can neither create
nor generate
nor to stop Time.
You can't bring back bygone Time.
There is a fixed lifetime
for every being.
None can predict
the length of life - time scheduled.
Suddenly last bell can ring
announcing ' Your Time is up. '
So many activities are left undone
only because of misuse of Time.
It's a crime to dishonour prime Time
. This is the theory to be considered prime.
Hello ! Teacher,
Hello ! Preacher,
Hello ! Writer,
Hello ! Poet,
‘Time can’t wait‘ :
Give this message
throughout ages.
Old Man (Splintered)
On the walk, the one with wood, along the dunes, a time to saunter
Shoes with old holes on soles now prehistoric
Clip and clop along the winter boardwalk
In the shoes is slender Sam who slides along the boards
Footwear held together with some threads and prayer
Feet too heavy to lift, due to gravity or perhaps a gentler nature
The old man sits to smell the ocean salt and pelican mist
He sits to feed the pigeons some stale official bread from his own kitchen
Rising from the bench becomes a task for cranes and tractors
Bulldozers are needed to lift the spirits
Sam holds on against the winter wind, filled with concrete hollows
Holds on to rails provided there
He retreats into his shell he calls his life
Picks up a splinter with an ouch along the way
Through his unholy holes exposed to nature and the wood
Perhaps it is prime time to buy new shoes or soles
Obtuse abuse..rude platitudes shout..
About alternative attitudes..generations..
Scream at different altitudes & latitudes..
Venerate mandarins sins..
Generate pernicious vicissitudes
Vicious avaricious machinations..
Celebrate nations chagrin…
Pander to propaganda spin..
AI garlanded reputations..
Cohorts in suits cavort in cahoots..
Kiss or diss..the abyss
Hiss of mis-information bliss..
Arrests..capitalist corporate conquests...detests protest..
Well got egregious prior & previous..
SO
Whatever your hue or world view..
We know what's wrong..doesn't belong
Deliriously daring to dream of derring do..
The meme..prime time you probably knew..
The Force..of course..
Is also seriously strong in you..
Children's giggles, the melody I enjoy.
Glowing faces, the golden era of joy.
Their moms shout, the sun sets,
music stops—a break from hearing, "YAYAYA OUT".
Sometimes the genre shifts;
a deep convo between lovers hits.
Some cries, some smiles,
an emotional roller coaster,
a compilation of human files.
The dogs run, the air's fresh.
People exercise, talk about mesh,
share their pain, resolve them,
take the energy, smile—worth a gem.
The old tales hymns everywhere.
The grandpa reminisces about his prime time,
misses those people he still cares.
Sad one sits, prays to God.
Life's a movie I have watched.
TIME FOR LOVE
Essence of love may fade with time.
Neither wait nor waste time,
being reticent or hesitant.
Drive out wobbling!
Bubbling blood should rush in flood.
Make haste to progress or to impress
never to egress.
Amour in glamour with romantic aroma
does not allow any dilemma.
Bud of lavender love may not unfold petals
on prolong waiting.
Be loud: Speak proud in prime time.
Time flows and goes away forever.
So! Dear, be prompt.
Come close with red rose
so far heart glows.
Proceed and propose
05/ 27/21
Re-edited on 07/11/21
'T' Contest New or Old Poems'
by Constance La France
Cooey have you heard the word on the streets 8 hours of absurd beats
Doff hat to old school cool cat rule in the hot seat sat every tune just phat
Over the moon we swoon legends croon only a buffoon lampoon’s the boon
Phew we hiss lost you and didn’t have a scooby doo how to cope without you
Heaven or Evan's sent hell bent to be the main event a magical musical present
Give Chris a kiss knew we’d miss the dope bliss did feed our need for more you
Like the thriller in Manila not a scintilla of filler just another bassline flotilla
No fraud or clanger all banger the concorde of chords roared in our hangar
Mr Morgan on the soundtrack tiller our melody miller our weekend’s pillar
Won’t get too gooey eyes wet a little dewy guys prime time to tell your friends
Can’t go wrong sound the gong funkier than cartoon loon Hong Kong Fuey
Every gambit & skit en song ding dong laced with wit from his Sunday pulpit
Brassy every pundit knows the culprit could only be Huey you’ll like it..stay classy
The election of 2024
Presents an existential choice
Which old white grandpa dude
Both past their prime time
Do you support for president?
Friendly, grandpa
Who has been president
For the last three years?
Presiding over a decent economic expansion
Amid war in Europe and the Mid-east.
Or the former chaos president
Facing multiple court cases
Owing settlements for fraud
Sexual assault and defamation?
Who promises more chaos
And retribution against his enemies
In the deep state, and media.
Calling them all communists
As if an international communist threat
Was it still a thing?
Promising to deport
Illegal aliens
And possibly withdrawing from nato
And other alliances,
and impose crippling tarrifs
on all imports?
Yet to his supporters
Has been anointed by god
To vanquish his enemies.
or vote for RFJ, JR
or Cornel West
or Jill Stein
or the libertarian candidate
or just boycott the election.
staying home in disgust.
Sadly, that is our choice
On election day.