Long Pushover Poems
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I find it hard to say no
Not because I'm weak
When someone feels uncertain,
And a listening ear doth seek
I listen carefully to everything they say.
And try to give the best advice,
To help their worries fade away.
I feel honoured that they trust me,
To confide in me for sure,
I worry they see weakness,
And think I am a pushover what's more.
Have I had my eyes closed
Or choose not to see
I now have the feeling
Some have tried to make a monkey out of me.
This awakening causes me concern,
It puts me in a different state of mind.
I know it's not a weakness.
It should be normal to be kind.
scare of coronavirus is far from over
it's rapid mutation, no easy pushover
we stay at home and pray.
a cure or vaccine will take more time to firm up
scientists across globe doing best to make up
all waiting for that day.
all healthcare workers are fighting hard to save lives
governments are pushing hard for containment drives
economies astray.
masks and social distancing are now new normals
work from home are fast replacing office formals
seeds of change sown today.
2.8.2020
Tail Rhyme stanza poetry contest
of Emile Pinet
Used rhymezone.com & howmanysyllables.com
Syllable count of all stanzas: 12, 12, 6.
I may be all wet, but I sure ain't no bluenose!
And, while it's none of my beeswax,
Let's have a bull session-lesson !
Take a gander around, and tell the guy with the cheaters
I'll give him an ear-full, if he'll just hang around
There's a gatecrasher here..., I heard, on the level
He's zozzled on hooch, a big lollygagger!
He staggered in blotto, with a ciggy on his lips
Sipping on bootleg, and lookin' for whoopee!
He's the fall guy, (I've heard), for a weird, double cross
Here comes the hoofer, the one with the gams
That vamp is a pushover, a gun- moll, man chaser
A real hotsy-totsy!, she dresses real spiffy
Her toy is a shiv, she's the Jane, Real McCoy,
makes a sap out of guys, who carry a torch
Bumps them off, on their own front porch !
And that's the "Big Cheese", who runs the speakeasy
He thinks he's high hat, but is full of baloney
He gives all the dames, the real "heebie-jeebies"
Just a poor drug-store cowboy... filled with nothin' but hooey
Hard-boiled. they come, gold-diggers and hoods
I've been beating my gums, and I'm dying of thirst
This is the berries, been the real bees knees!
Oh, it has been swell, while chewing the fat!
But, facts are the facts, on the up and up
Well, bye, Buttercup,......the jig is up
I'm serious Sam, in a serious jam
The truth of the matter is, that I'm on the lam
You don't know for nothin', stay out of a pickle !...
Remember my friend, don't take wooden nickels !!
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For Deb's Contest: Talk The Talk, Walk The Walk (1920's Slang)
6/14/15
There was a land, and on this land lived sheep.
Like all good sheep, they had their rules to keep.
They lived on farms in their own different flocks,
sleeping, socializing, and taking walks
to find green grass on which they liked to graze.
They mostly lived in peace, but in a haze!
They did not see above them the entities-
(overlords controlling their destinies).
Most sheep were unaware of this, so they
just lived their lives since when as ewes they’d play,
content to later let themselves get fed
or by dogs (which were like police) be led!
The evil overlords who ruled them all
decided on each farm to put a wall,
assuring all of them be forced to eat
a strange new food which tasted rather sweet.
Seeing some sheep dying (even ewes dropped dead) -
a few sheep would not let themselves be fed
These rebel sheep cried out, “Let’s take a stand.
Green grass outside our walls is being banned!”
In protest, they lay down, prepared to perish,
denied the grassy land they’d grown to cherish.
They even found some mud and rolled in it.
The other sheep baa-baaed them, bleating “Quit!
Quit being idiots. Do as you’re told.
We’re sheep, you know. It’s good to be controlled.”
Just then, inside one farm, a wall came down.
The sheep on that farm gathered all around.
The rebels cried, “Perhaps it is a scam!”
when there appeared one of their own – a ram.
With rushing hooves, sheep followed that ram through
a pretty field, but where did it lead to?
There was a cliff which the ram went over.
Behind him followed every sheep pushover.
Three rebels saw what happened, and they tried
to flee their farm to warn all sheep worldwide.
Would other walls come down, each with a ploy?
What other mean schemes would their lords employ?
A tragicomedy needs to be light,
and so to make this story kind of right,
I’ll say a revolution came to pass,
and sheep again are gazing on green grass.
Oct. 2, 2022
for Joe Maverick's Tragi Comedy Poetry Contest
I want to write a poem about judging a book by its cover
Yeah can you judge a book by its cover?
You bet
You can see what kind of person that person is
by looking at her/him
Don't tell me if you can't
You can tell a person strong or not strong
Weak or is a pushover
You can tell a lot by looking at him/her
You can tell if he has a chip on his shoulder
Or have the whole world at heart
You can tell if he is selfish
or have the heart of gold
It is called the gift of discernment
I don't know if everyone has it
But God gives you that to protect yourself
You shouldn't use that to hurt others
It is not something to play with
Did you ever think why God gives you that?
It is for a purpose
And only God knows
So if you ever think a person is something
Don't push that aside
Don't change it
You are changing it to the incorrect version
I've always kept my composure
Being kind and a pushover
Never fighting back when I
Am about to snap and cry
It was never in my nature
To be a cruel and mean creature
Doing for others before me
Was my life's philosophy
I liked making people smile
Heartfelt love was just my style
I never thought one day I'd be
Full of so much misery
My kindness put to the test
When it was a bully's quest
To see how far they could go
Making my anger to grow
More and more until I would
Do something I never could
Have imagined as I try
To keep the darkness down inside
Not to bubble up and make
My kind demeanor start to break
It stayed down for quite some time
Until this piece of dirty slime
Went a little bit too far
That has left a giant scar
On my heart , I couldn't keep
Niceness in, madness will creep
Out and show this big ol' bully
Not to mess with my sweet family
I'm a big ol' mama bear
Who will put some doubt and fear
Into anyone that starts
Tearing my children apart
That's when the angel dissappears
And the devil in me stares
With red eyes straight into yours
Opening the very doors
I tried to keep shut until
I have a need to fulfill
Duties to protect loved ones
Leaving bullies on the run
We've many differences.
You yearn for and demand respect.
I prefer to earn it but couldn't care less...
if you respect me or not.
You shove a bullhorn in my face.
Force-feed me your warped points of view.
You put a blowtorch to my faith.
I believe in dialogue, and I'm willing to listen; are you?
I fancy energy independence.
You don't mind drinking oil from the spigot of terrorists.
While spraying me with green philosophy.
All the while running just as fat as I am.
You're anything but lean.
I respect the sovereignty of my country and others,
With a big, beautiful mahogany door and welcome mat.
Just on the other side of a secure border.
I like a fair vetting process based on merit with some semblance of order.
You've a rose-colored revolving door from hell.
Bringing sprinkles of heaven and maelstroms of chaos and death...
onto my front porch.
I like giving all beings a chance at living.
Just like you and I were given...
Funny how you'll grieve over a stillborn.
But turn cold when the unborn are torn into pieces.
You hate my God and me for believing.
Want to cancel my peace and freedom,
You're an atheist, but I'll defend your right.
to not believe in -then leave you to your peace.
Because I extend a hand in friendship,
You think I'm soft and a pushover.
Just in case you chop it off.
The other hand is clawed and spring-loaded.
Willing to put you six feet under the clover.
How can one express the baffling depths of obscurity?
How can one behold to open the shafts of the mind?
I have never been able to solve the mystery—
Of myself. . .
I wish at times that my life was no more
That I could live as another and finally see things right
But I am always stuck in this darkness
And I cannot see this mind in light
There are beasts. . .demons prowling through the wasteland
Searching for any remaining life
And if they are ever found—
They are doomed and consumed
Fear is their downfall and they never fail to smell it
Their ashes remain, dancing with the imaginary breeze
It is silent here—there are no answers
I wish there were answers. . .
But maybe there was never a reason
No answers. . .
Talons extend and clench around my heart
They will never seek me out—they left me here
It is like they knew…I had no reason—that was the answer
I feel the pulse of my dangling life
Alone in the dark, whimpering like a child
I have scared myself, becoming this dragon-daggered youth
No balm in Gilead!
No eyes to see
All I know will never be free
I don’t need anyone!
You are a disgrace—scum of the waste!
You have everything, you ungrateful little nothing
You are a joke. . .
So swallow it all up like the pushover you are
Stand your lowest and trudge right through
No questions. No answers. Just . You.
Or just lie back down into the mush of disease
It has already infected you to the core
Accept who you are, you ugly pestilence!
I hate you
Who are you to be glorified?
Dream snatcher. . .murderer of all things bright
Saturated in what you call light
I see right through—even as the reflections shatter
All of the dead kept you alive—they all matter…
But alive you are the worst there is
False savior—edited attention whore
I never want to see your face again
See, that’s why I hide. . .
Desperation. . .desperation. . .
I sob and cry kneeling in defeat
For once I am right. . .I am right
As a woman I was taught to wear makeup to cover up. All of my scars because no man would, love me. As a woman I was taught not to, disrespect others. Whom have disrespect me. As a woman I wonder why a lot of women talk, badly about other women. As a woman I have come across. So much obstacles but I’ve accomplished, a lot. As a woman I was taught that. I only belong in the kitchen cooking for my husband, to be. As a woman I was taught to be polite. As a women I was taught to love myself first and foremost. As a woman I was taught. To cry is a good coping mechanism skills. As a woman I was taught that being different is, unique. As a woman I was taught to follow through, my dreams. As a women I was taught to. Stay my ground and not to be a pushover.
Spies, scout out the Promised Land.
Let our eyes see what God has planned.
Never mind what He's already done,
Can we trust the powerful One?
When we saw the Anakites there,
The terror was too much to bear.
More numerous and taller,
Our confidence grew smaller.
Do not be terrified of them!
You are not being led by whim.
He says, "I'll go ahead of you.
Heaven's armies come with Me, too."
But we gave the bad report,
Advising the people to abort.
Their courage was drained away,
"The Lord has made us their prey!"
Joshua and Caleb stood firm,
Believing the Lord would confirm,
Urging us toward conquest,
Believing it was no contest.
But the people would not go up,
Angering the Lord with their dustup,
Saying, "The Lord must hate us."
Their actions were treasonous.
Why this betrayal of trust,
Leading to the Lord's disgust?
Trust lessons were never learned.
Stubborn hearts can only spurn.
Where do we look for defeat?
Surely not at the Lord's feet!
Look only in your own heart,
For the whole heart must take part.
The Lord is never thwarted,
Intimidated, or extorted.
Unbelief forfeits His blessing,
And keeps us from possessing.
Keep the Lord ahead of you,
Do not turn back from what is true,
Joshua and Caleb, the only two,
Whose conquering faith grew.
We tried to force a do-over,
Without God just a pushover.
He told us, “Do not attack.”
Our enemy hurled us back.
Wilderness wandering backslidden,
But He’ll bring back our children,
Back to Kadesh they must go,
With conquering faith in tow.