Long Renege Poems
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With a nod to Macbeth's three weird sisters...
Midst rats, black cats, and screeching bats,
Cackling crones in pointy hats
Add a rag, a bone, a hank of hair
To a bubbling pot in their witches' lair.
Next a drop of your blood to mix into the stew
As they mutter and moan o'er this most loathsome brew.
Harken well as the hags recite ancient verses
That invoke magic spells and malevolent curses.
An elixir for love, another for fame,
If fortune's your goal, play the witches' game.
If malice or spite for another's your bent,
They've special potions for ladies, and some just for gents.
But be wary, my friends, for I'm telling you true,
When the game is played out, and the bill has come due,
Don't try to renege, and don't be a griper,
If you dance to his music, you must pay the piper.
Pay promptly on time, don't default or denounce,
'cause witches are bit**es when checks start to bounce.
Happy birthday and thank you Theodor Geisel…for it’s so easy to deduce
all the things you helped to teach us…not as Theodor…but Dr. Seuss.
You taught us how to count…at least to the number two
and in the same book you taught us about the color red…and the color blue.
Your Sam I am taught us we can eat ham with green eggs…if we please
and your Lorax…about our environment and the importance of our trees.
Thanks to your Cat in the hat and Thing 1 and Thing 2 for teaching us without a doubt…all the things we can do at home…when our mother is out.
Your Horton taught us patience…when on a promise to Mayzie he wouldn’t renege…as he sat and he sat and he sat until he hatched her egg.
Your Grinch taught us we can preserver through our trials and our woe…
that even when our heart has hardened…it can soften…it can grow.
And finally, on a personal level…while I have the time
thanks for all the children besides me you taught to appreciate the rhyme.
Yes, thank you Mr. Geisel…for being a great Dr. Seuss
For showing us how imagination works…once we turn it loose.
You’ve helped us all in many ways…ways you’ll never know…
and with the books you created by our side…
oh the places we will go.
(This is a fictional poem)
My wife and I have always loved KISS.
Something happened yesterday that really got me pissed.
My friend had two KISS concert tickets but he couldn't go.
When I asked him if I could have them, he said no.
But he said he'd give them to me if I catered to his every whim.
He's a lowlife bastard and I shouldn't have trusted him.
I cooked all of his meals and I even rubbed his dirty and smelly feet.
I cleaned his crummy house everyday and I kept it nice and neat.
Every morning I'd bring him breakfast in bed and then I'd give him a shave.
He ran me ragged, I was like a slave.
Yesterday he said he wanted a promotion so he gave the tickets to his boss.
When I told my wife, she hit me in the stomach so hard that my cookies got
tossed.
I kicked my friend in the nuts and I beat the crap out of him too.
If you ever make me work for KISS tickets and then renege, I'll do the same to you.
Form:
When the heart is hopeless
Everything around feels so restless.
A promise is like a ray of light
That soothes the heart,shining bright.
A promise made,is an eternal vow
Nothing against it,the heart feels to know.
It makes one feel on top of the world
With blessings, one stands strong and bold.
When promises seem false and broken
The words hurt and split,once spoken.
The heart fills with grief and sorrow
The pain is deep,no one can borrow.
The hopeful heart breaks into pieces
All one dreams,at once,ceases.
The heart cannot accept the truth
That was a mistake of hopeful youth.
The glow and shine vanish at once
There remains no courage to take another chance.
Life seems to end with a broken heart
Everything seems puzzled... from where to start?
~ A Lighthearted Look at Cheating on Keeping Kosher ~
Pick my poison, shrimp or pork
closed my eyes, lowered my fork
I’d hankered for that suckling pig
but I tasted shrimp, and couldn’t renege
Lightning didn’t strike me, I did a jig
of the (shrimp) cocktail, I took a swig
Upon awakening, my stomach was rent asunder
Hmm. I'd evaded the lightning ~ but not the thunder
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Sometimes older Jews tell young'uns that if they eat
pork, they'll be struck by lightning... Seems they
should mention shrimp and other non-kosher fare too!
Dealers sell drugs not far from your door,
patiently waiting there in the dark.
And with cash in hand, you leave once more,
to troll back alleys: daunting and stark.
A storm-soaked sky spits pieces of grey,
hammering the ground with hail and rain.
And as you stumble along the way,
fear triggers jolts of remembered pain.
Junked up specters, these prophets of doom,
pimp their products with swagger and style.
And stake out recesses in the gloom,
where lies get exchanged: for denial.
Ignoring your pledges to abstain,
you renege on your vow to stay clean.
And stick a needle into your vein,
slipping right back to where you have been.
Just another monster to defeat,
Death bides its time, while watching you crawl.
And the consequences of deceit,
are: that no one will care when you fall.
I spent too long in the sand,
the day has ran,
I am a dam,
the waters run cold,
and that is bad,
turn around and grab,
because the air of the wind isn't fun,
teeter totter with the band-
let um go laugh...
Take a polygraph: ask
'how sad are the sad?'
Then wake up to a face,
she is your great big taste,
she thinks the world renowned isn't insane,
it is just unclaimed,
overdue and over blamed.
Just like you on your way...
Stop saying that you might be gay,
just f*** f*** away-
do a couple drugs and open your eye's for today,
you might just say hey-
I can be there,
I can prey,
I can be cannibal,
I can punch away-
so what if I can't win a fight,
so what if I only have so much time,
suck this big fine...Pig...
I pay your wage,
and I renege,
even when there aren't good cards to play,
I say that's sick,
jump into it-
let people know when to sit-
suck this, big man-been there done this!
Suck fist!
I'm young and have yet to be dissed!
...be in remiss,
do a job that's stupid as s***!
If time is a diss-
if you start now and start to hate ...
Time isn't a kiss-
if you let things go and still think that you're swift,
time can be a big miss-
unless you show heart and shuttle people out of the mist.
*VIDEO of Justin Bieber's Talk of his Affliction on YouTube
Justin Bieber's Ramsay Hunt Syndrome
Just in
Justin
Bieber
Tweeter
Likewise
Apprise
TikTok
He talked
About
Timeout
Renege
His gigs
Because
He was
Concerned
He learned
Shingles
Hostiles
Illness
Stillness
Partial
Facial
Benumb
Therefrom
Hoping
Coping
Explore
Restore
Maintain
Unstrain
Renew
Sinew
Routine
Hygiene
Lengthen
Strengthen
Steadfast
Stand fast
Brainstorm
Inform
The signs
Headlines
Contribs
JBiebs
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Justin Bieber announced that he is taking a break from performing after being diagnosed with Ramsay Hunt syndrome (RHS), a rare shingles-related condition that has paralyzed one side of his face.
2022 June 14
A Little Phone Call Malcolm and Donald
by Bob Moore
Hello Donald
That Afro-American President, lived there just before you
agreed to take these Middle Eastern fellers from Naru
they are a bloody handful, getting worser every day
when you gonna send a boat, and take them all away
A deals a deal out here in Oz, even if its dumb
hope you will not renege, we’re still your bestest chum
here in the Southern Hemisphere, and maybe in the world
we help to fight in all your wars, so don’t act like a girl
--
Hello Malcom
I heard about that stupid deal, you did before he left
a swap for some Columbians, you both must be bereft
not sure which of them is worse, but one thing that I know
there’ll be some heavy vetting, before you let them go
Out here we have our own problems, don’t know if you’ve heard
eight years of Pres, Obama, but now the people stirred
they want to make America, the way it used to be
no matter where you come from, settle in, and you’ll be free
So nobody can tell me, what is best for me to do
friendship, begging, threatening, its not all about you
I have a land of willing soles, and if they work with me
we will make America, great again, you’ll see.
Goodbye
Gran and Gramps are BUM BUMS!
Standing beneath bouncy castle with hope and glee
Begging my Gran and Gramps to lift me up to see
The fun and exuberance of children taking a jump
Rolling into the middle like one big kiddie lump
Screams and giggles radiate through the air
Flying shoes, squished candy and knots of long hair
Children in chaos while adults swirl round
Bellowing “Be Careful or you might hit the ground”
I plead with Gran and Gramps in my best squeaky voice
To keep their big promise and give me the choice
To join in the fun and experience all the sites
They renege on their promise and gosh that bites
I crawl into the car with a big scowl on my face
Those two party-poopers are a child’s disgrace!
Riding home in silence and feeling so glum
I give them a nickname “Gran and Gramps Bum Bums”
Waving goodbye and as they drop me to the door
Dumb “Bum Bums” will be lucky to see me anymore!