Long Reputation Poems
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1548 Linden Avenue has a reputation for being haunted.
It’s scary, eerie, people have died in there, they cautioned me.
I was offered a thousand dollars to stay here one whole night.
I brought my sleeping bag, a flashlight, a book and snacks.
Everything was fine for the first couple of hours, and I fell asleep.
A loud crash woke me up; my heart beat was erratic and fast.
What was that? I felt like I was hearing Poe’s telltale heart.
Confident it was my imagination, I tried to go back to my slumber.
A voice in my head said “be alert, they want you dead.”
My body began shaking violently.
My teeth were clicking together.
Don’t be silly! I told myself, this was not me.
It is futile to fight, the entity told me.
No one leaves this house alive.
I tried to open the front door.
It was locked tight.
I decided to push the window open.
it must have been nailed shut.
I knew I would not be leaving this house alive.
Suddenly a thousand dollars did not seem like a great deal.
Just A Pinch of Crazy
She was just a little girl
With big blue eyes
And she dreamed everyday
Of touching the sky.
The world watched her grow
And become a lady
A fearless woman
With just a pinch of crazy.
Her music touches the hearts
Of the young and old
Creating a relationship
That is inspiring and bold.
She doesn't carry bad blood
For those who bully her
She just fills the blank spaces
And leaves them in a blur.
With a pinch of crazy
She sings a love story
And after years of searching
Her lover becomes her glory.
Every word she writes
Becomes a part of a song
Every song she writes
Makes her reputation strong.
Haters are gonna hate
And say mean things
But she just shakes it off
And continues to sing.
A mast of goodness seen by the entire neighborhood,
even if the whole body stays beneath the waters;
producing rare sweet wine loved by all
as attitude calmly speaks giving more command to words.
Then possesses a temperament
which unleashes comets of mind softeners.
Just one being with similar make up to everyone else
yet covers a large district
with an umbrella of relationship and a shadow of good deeds.
Wildness and adventures begin to attract
and the temptation alone already tasting creamy and sweet.
Guard is let down to accept a rare stain
forgetting that such reputation commands great attention
and nothing can be hidden no matter how abstract its execution.
The juice turns bitter and fruit becomes rocky
that inner-radiating moon with an orbit of innocence
goes blank and dumped in a muddy lake.
The full mane covering an outstanding charisma
then faces the razor of shame to leave an open head to disgrace.
On such a new morality,
flies perch while its moisture stinks;
strong Irons then rust, surrounded by a general decay.
Redemption folds its arms to do nothing
while condemnation’s slaps are continuously in the increase.
Idiots sit and drink beer on this issue
scoffers and undisciplined minds become volunteer witnesses
then a great personality is dragged down by the rope of opportunists
to reversibly equate themselves to be unfit mates
while causing a fuss
through the noisy welcome from the corrupt class.
This is an indication of society’s affection towards wrong.
A proof that the effect of one bad intimidates that of good in millions
giving an exaggerated caption and devastating headline,
putting one in between suicide and strong will
but when calm is exhibited in crisis and strength in weakness;
humility and acceptance poured out to show imperfection is in all,
the forum is then set to bring out that radiance once again.
In a settlement far from barbaric ideologies
and an analogue system of thinking and beliefs,
climbing all the way up to once again possess that status
is achievable and possible because
dresses can’t be condemned by stains especially when washed.
Kavanaugh
By Franklin Price
9/26/2018
Kavanaugh was nominated for this country's highest court.
His reputation was impeccable the application did report.
Tomorrow's hearing is a test for one who put him in this race
If POTUS Trump would have him, he should not be in place
The liberal opposition said that's really quite enough.
He may make it to that empty seat but we'll make it really tough.
The women's me too movement will find a girl he tried to maul
Even if it was in high school or maybe even not at all
We'll prep her and we'll prompt her 'til her memory is right,
About some drunken party, on some non-remembered night
Will be such an easy thing to do, after all he is a man.
He is guilty by his gender. We should oust him, if we can
He must prove that he is innocent for he is guilty 'til that day,
Even though our jurisprudence states it is the other way.
If this one woman's not enough, we'll put another one in place
The setting, in Yale University, puts further egg upon his face
They don't care the degradation that they've put upon this man
They're delaying to the midterms in any way they can.
They know that if they add some seats, they get majority.
Then maybe find another who matches more politically.
No matter if this works or not, there are two more years to go.
The president still appoints the court and the judges that we know.
If tomorrow's hearings go the way, the liberals would choose,
Maybe Trump should choose a woman, another man would surely lose.
Swath of pristine tractless snow white landscape...
tell tale sign where
winter storm Demi left her mark.
Beautiful and bountiful visual scene
(seldom seen around
tri-state geographic area
for quite a few years,
where temperate global warming
spelled unseasonably warm winters)
trumps the inauguration
for breathtaking view.
Immaculate conception birthed
awesome aesthetic spectacular
blinding heavenly creation.
I feel humbled
as an infinitesimal know nothing
wrought into existence
courtesy billions of years
evolutionary fits and starts,
and will exit stage door left
barely impacting the cosmic schema.
Memories accumulated across
six plus decades astride oblate spheroid
upon sixty plus shades of gray matter
sights and sounds transiently,
yet indelible impressions lasted a lifetime
eventually taken to the grave,
(or rather more eco-friendly crematorium),
which lovely bones once reduced to ashes
will leave nary a trace videre licet,
where joys and sorrows
dwelt within mine temple mount
unbeknownst to humanity
unless one attests to spiritus mundi
housing each and every personal record
that livingsocial (and more often
as an egalitarian, latitudinarian, proletarian,
solitudinarian, and unitarian) did emboss,
though uneventful existence,
would find any incorporeal passerby to gloss
tittering at reputation as spindleshanks
no doubt resulting
where chromosomes and genes
of interspecie breeding did intercross,
yet leaving some lucky *****sapiens
descendents of simian forebears
with eye catching physical characteristics
cases in point Heidi Kloss
or the waifish
former supermodel Kate Moss
testimony that either the former
or latter pleasing specimens
fortified with raw bits,
(and maybe even smattering
Norwegian bachelor farmers
big strapping men's bloodline
rumored heifer and angus outcross),
whose claim to eternal fame popularized,
and brought them renown fame
linkedin to "aphrodisiac hidden oomph"
of powder milk biscuits) sic erat scriptum.
They’re calm, they’re cool
They never play the fool
Their confidence unshaken
Gotta keep their reputation
These goats of the mountain
Drink from the youth fountain
‘Cause they never seem to age
Their eternal beauty takes the stage
They have so much resilience
With money they’re just so brilliant
Their jobs are quite cathartic
‘Cause these folks are workaholics
Professionally they’re royalty
They look down on disloyalty
They’re CEOs, there’s quite a few
When they’re dressed up, it’s quite the view
Full of worldly ambition
They’re always on a mission
Disciplined and poised
They got boom in their voice
The children of Saturn
You’ll see a certain pattern
They take awhile to open their hearts
They’re slow to open up from the start
Although they might be stoic
They’re actually quite heroic
Capricorns will leave their mark
So don’t ever kill their spark
Do you ever feel
That you were better off alone?
Like, just entirely seal
Everyone away and you live alone?
'Cause in a group you call your own
If you begin to feel alone
And all the calls through the phone,
Fake smiles and words, to hate, You've grown,
They begin to sicken you to your bone.
Family, relatives, friends,
Are they all worthwhile?
Or just phasic trends
We have for a while?
They love to guide and lead
And give you words of advice to heed
All in pretext of a 'good deed'
But term your wishes as mere greed
And consider you like a filthy weed.
Because you are but a stain
To their perfect reputation,
Drowning you in misery and pain
Not seeing your trepidation.
And so, from a gem that once shone,
You realise now you're undeserving and torn,
And all the sins you had ever borne,
Haunt you and make you forlorn,
While you remain in the darkness, alone.
I sometimes have job opportunities with very great benefits and incomes,
and I'm often approached more times than none by various unemployed victims,
who ask me if I can do anything for them
to get them accepted into my livelihood and membership of my very great union.
Before obligating myself to any of them,
I'll look straight into the eyes of each and every one of them,
"Heed my words strongly," I then say to all of them.
"I don't take kindly to being interrupted or for myself to be repeating.
Are you willing to risk screwing up my good reputation
by screwing up regularly if I recommend you to be accepted into my very great union?
If you're a screw up and will screw up, please save me the aggravation,
because you will have then screwed up permanently my good reputation.
My superiors will never trust another one of my recommendations
that could have helped a deserving family in need had I recommended them.
So again, if you're a screw up and will screw up, please save me the aggravation,
because when you screw up with me,
I'll have to kill you sadly,
and on that issue I am never joking."
Needless to say I get few applicants asking for my recommendation,
but the ones I do recommend become the very best at performing their profession.
Shebang Squirrel was the fastest most frolicking squirrel in the yard.
She could outrun pitchforks, farmers, and toddler in leotard.
Her reputation soon came to the attention of the Squirrel Queen.
Who watched her gathering skills, and saw she was never mean.
Shebang Squirrel shared her pile with the entire squirrel town.
She was generous, and polite, and enjoyed hanging upside down.
She could take a bird feeder apart with one paw behind her back.
For every squirrel quality, Shebang surely had a terrific knack.
One day Shebang was invited to the palace high up in the oak.
At first she thought this must be a weird, cousin Lim kind of joke.
Lim assured her he had no ideas at all what this summons could mean.
She fluffed her tail, and picked up a walnut to take to Squirrel Queen.
You share your stash with the commoners, the Queen said right away.
Scared Shebang's squeaks froze up. She did not know what to say.
You are here, Shebang, for you are going to be my successor.
Queen snapped her fingers and said to her staff, “Please re-dress her!”
I am a common squirrel, Shebang said to the queen in her humble way.
Of course Queen had been looking for such a squirrel every single day.
She agreed to try it, and the whole Squirrel Village rejoiced and sang.
They all loved her new role, their darling generous Queen Shebang.
I cried for help
They called it attention
Worsening how I felt
hurting a horrid situation only had myself
I struggle to describe my pain
So they label me a liar
I felt but could not explain
as depression killed desire
I would be the first to stand at their side
support regardless as though family
many times this act applied
but never offered back to me
truth is people let me down
failed me falsely bailing out
turned to mock
took easy shots
care not not forgot
push to ground
until I left without a sound to never be back around
They say it was in my head
but they all enjoyed a laugh
bandwagon of nasty said
worst friends a man can have
So now I act a total ttyit without a thought for all
thank you to the narcissists don’t care if I’m a fool
I felt like one around you lot of inward looking tools
your reputation fake but saved as down the hill I fall
Why would I care when this world enjoys my pain
that was then
now I’m gucked enjoy it just the same
I can’t cry for help
I can’t cry for help
Within your actions I saw the truth
I’ll use them not words as proof
cus anyone can say a saying
different to intent behaviour
State that I was faking it
take my heart and breaking it
make no mistake I take and take
still I'm awake and proud
I'd rather openly be a clown
than fake hiding truth to be exposed to the whole damn town
I won't be involved at all as I seek too reach potential
but karma can be wonderful and it comes back around