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Because I Felt the Need

I would liked to have had the chance to comment on a post,
but that was impossible by the author who is engrossed
in pointing out Democrat's flaws, but I'm not shocked.
So, I wrote this rebuttal because he has me blocked.
(Or maybe he turned off commenting because.... ?)

This political observance was posted on the site today.
I read it hoping to see something worthy it had to say,
but it was just another brow beating upon Democrats.
It's become a ridiculous civil war between crats and rats.

It must be quite a burden to constantly wear a blindfold
and believe Trump's lies to write something so bold.
This poet thinks the insurrection claim is out of hand,
but the insurrectionist's crimes he doesn't understand.

Yes, parents need to know what lessons are being taught,
He claims it's not Trump's fault, but if the truth is sought,
Biden can't be blamed either. He didn't hire the teachers.
Trump still cries, "Foul" to those who sit in his bleachers.

Drugs, crime, and border security, Trump couldn't control,
not when Trump was Pres, an office he says Dems stole.
I don't belong to either political party but on it I'll speak...
Neither one of these men are fit for the office they seek.

I'm permitting comments because it's everyone's right
to do so as long as they're not offensive and rude.
Form: Rhyme


Mine Penned Umbrage Metes Rebuttal

I apologize at any unintentional
     flagitious, egregious,
     deleterious et cetera and
atrocious (asper wording),
     which accidental faux pas
     toward an allpoetry participant
     named skypriceireland, who brand
did me with

     crookedly unflattering feedback,
     and practically demand
did, an explanation,
     which hoop fully
     clarifies intended feedback,
     thus aye expand
utmost sincerity and perceives
     how my anger got fanned

when purposeful intent grand
lee and roundly surmising
     if the Jesse (un-named child) referenced
     in the poem played

     an influential invisible hand
as the whims of children
     can be so inventive
     absent any parental oversight
     to inveigle being baited
     from kiddie make believe island

a desired outcome, rather
     exclaim with com manned
double delight at such un-planned
Hi Yo Silver braying ejaculation,
     thus upon this
     expostulation I stand.

Turning the Tables At 50

My wife and I were born only a few months apart,
I was older than her...so you know from whence I start.

When I was turning 50 she gave me some grief,
I didn't feel old, yet she teased me with this belief.

"I'll be living with an old man now", she would say,
In her little "cutie pie", "cut-up" way.

I knew I would have to do something to get back at her,
When she turned 50...was the time I waited for.

Those few months of her teasing me I never forgot,
Biding my time for revenge...or so I thought.

The big day came and I had the chance,
To avenge the barbs on which she'd made me dance.

We celebrated her 50th with some friends,
And got to talking about our ages, as those times tend.

I thought I'd be clever and cast out this net...
"I've never had sex with anyone over 50, as yet".

Our stunned little group fell silent and looked at me scantilly,
Thinking of how rude a comment to say...that was for me.

My wife, of course, knew the target to which I'd let my arrow fly,
Broke the silence of the moment, and made this reply...

"Well, I don't know how anyone else here might feel,
But I have had sex with one here older than 50, and it's NO BIG DEAL".

I had no rebuttal then and have had none until this time,
When I could put my perspective of all this into a rhyme.

It's been a brutal 17 years since that night,
When we sparred those few words in our "Age 50" fight.

But from that one chance banter I have learned one thing not to pick,
DON'T CROSS WORDS WITH HER...BECAUSE SHE'S JUST TOO QUICK!!
© Dan Cwiak  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Couplet

letters and science

letter and science
dissect-able fraud in statements as advertised to the press
abuse's of power by poor people to create recession
this is underpinning the news
to prefect the crime knowingly able to.....
post rebuttal after the word of crime is witnessed
public relations
public policy
political relations

Damage control for a politician is the response to bad press. It often takes the form of a press conference or news release that rebuts or provides a positive spin regarding the original bad press. It can be a significant part of a political staff and is often referred to as the Crisis Management Team. Damage control is also we a politician is playing defence in the political arena

from a non profitable transaction being a representative in government and out front of a church in tax certification of tax shelter
these crimes are pivot points from a non free speech

all of this investigative journalism finds this pattern of corruption in time

Premium Member Prickles and Goo

the World divided
Sharp as Pins
     Soft as Pulp
I wondered
     which am I

the drunk at the far-end barstool
     jawline submerged in stale foam
a man dissolving
     bubble by bubble

Prickles
     they parse me
with laws & Edges
     promise Order
leave me peeled raw
     flensed
          a Skeleton
               in Glass

Goo
     crawls in
          through visceral vein-scrawls
     fever-sluiced
          laughter souring
     in the wake of a Lover misplaced
          her musk lingering
               like Smoke
                    lifting
                         then falling
          in a house
               where paint scales drop
                    across abandoned Rooms

the whiskey absconds
     the moon dangles skewed
          a nickel flung
               above pavement
                    over a Lot
                         that doesn’t give a damn

Then
     a Voice
          half-Jester
          half-Prophet
          half-something that knows me too well
     leans from gutterlight
          and scoffs
               Prickles-as-Penance
               Goo-as-Grief
                    the Joke that scolds
                    the Truth that congeals

I rasp at the riddle
     wedged between
          Thorn & Undercurrent
          Scar & Canticle
          Logic & Mucus
     a Body mid-rebuttal
          against its own
               Who am I

So I scribble
     fist quaking
          on the back of a losing Lottery Ticket
               a glyph branded
                    a verdict spat
                         through broken mouth

                              a last gut burst

                                        Love denied
Form: Lyric


Science Law Research Reference 1

Federal agents seen blocking roads leading to farms in Ventura County

After COVID financial exception the poverty order of math regulations grasps liberties

Verses limiting Assembly and Public Defense
Interest in hearing from free speech professionals above the granted offices of staff.

Such that retort rebuttal or record in retraction as gaining traction in printed press  allows readership to submit evidence of redress.  Having failed due process and diligence the public record holds the assembly woman Irwin and the county of Ventura and unincorporated areas legal assistance in contempt.

contempt.
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latimes
#venturapolice #vcsheriff #sbcpubdef #lapdhq #lapdcentral #nypd #nyfd #nytimes

nytimes
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Reference as science and letters
Published reference by military science researcher
#nasa #mit

Bedtime Battle

Bedtime Battle

My momma said,
“It’s time for bed,”
but I’m not
sleepy yet.

I shook my head
as if to say,
“I’m not
even ready.”

In my defense,
I wasn’t really tired.

“Put your PJs on,
go brush your teeth.
It’s time to go to sleep.”

I thought of
a quick rebuttal:
“If I slumber now,
I’ll wake up much,
much too early.”

It only took
a single look
at Mother’s tired face
to know I must comply—
Mom was both judge and jury.

Her verdict:
off to bed.

I could not win this case.

I dragged my feet,
gave one loud sigh,
my face all wet with tears
as I stomped off to bed.

I don’t know why
I have to go to bed.
I told her
she should go instead.
Form: Narrative

Premium Member The Differing Sub Plots

The Differing Sub Plots

it was tit for tat
and you know that
from day one 
that when it begun
you done to me
what done to thee
i say sorry thee
you turn your back and flee
i threw olive branches
you burned them to ashes
i hinted coffee
you eyes a come all frosty
your mouth
come pouting
what was thee suppose to do
sit back and made a fool?
connie not like that
nibbling on bait and cheese
made into a little mice
to conform and play nice
in your eyes you see lies
in my eyes i see a disguise
there's no rebuttal to thee
it's okay for you to flea

connie pachecho

1/27/17
Form: Rhyme

A Poem Inspired By Two Minutes

you tell me whatever's fair
my rebuttal to you is without flair
we bask in the lost wonder of anyway
no muscles are flexed, and it's two minutes later

staring at the moon in deep conversation
i wonder if the apex of our love is descending due to constipation
i am past iffy and am now good friends with surewhen
no grunts of benevolence, and it's two minutes later

understood are we of our normalcy
we shine up the monotony by cleaning it thoroughly
you are way past tolerance and both feet over halfway into done deal
no frolicking in in any sweet sticky puddles, and it's two minutes later

now the truth patents its methodical expressions
this is by far the most dire of all our great depressions
bags and boxes belittle once brilliantly sculptured brains
no more essential scents of inspiration and reaasurance, it's two minutes till good as gone....
© Marty King  Create an image from this poem.

Another

Here I stand once again, in a temporary state of 
lucidity.
vivid,  and clear Is this mental panoramic vista
So I know I have times before been in this vascinity
Of this chaotic interlude in my minds.hurricane,  
vortex,  cypher,  twister.

Forever debating rather I'm deep n Still water
If I'm lost in ever thought engaging rebuttal
Maybe I'm not that far off Just little out of order
I'm I really this soulful or am I squatting in a puddle?

Have I loved and lost or Just lost love
I ran with the ball or was I Just knocked down
I believe in righteousness, I see nothing above
Why do we swim Destin to drown?

Why Do we give are life's away
Chasing things That once Were free
How can heiarchy coexist with a better day
Why do we all know,  but refuse to see?

When did we become fearful silent peaple
Why did we take the volume of are voice down
Why is their certain types for certain steeples
When did we decide to let this stick around.

When did Americans become afraid to put the foot 
down.
and sale out our ethics for are children's futures
Only to be made a fool with earnings took and worked 
till we are put in the ground
Since when are we tourist in corporate cultures.

Are we now men instead of American
Are we on the same team on common land
Anser with honesty and hear your seraphim
And then tell yourself the truth of the Lamb.
Form: Ballad

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