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My Home Is No Fortress
Speechless thoughts flow out as words when the drawbridge is upended
From turrets they wind down and spiral into a stream of consciousness
Gently wind to and fro processions of images narratives a dreamy river
Drought happens as I resort to the keep when beleaguered by onslaught
of foes breaking barbicans collapsing foreign walls in the most barbarian way
Crowded rampage seizes ramparts and bulwarks of my own defences
Baileys and mounts scream battle cries of injustice injured in ignorance
Thus I decide there’s no longer a need for arrow loops since my truths
reject the heart ache of anger and would much rather be conquered by love
I conclude therefore to raise spiky stakes portcullises and misconceptions
and suppose that it is not me who built their house on evaporation and sand
When my thoughts slide up and down buttresses and find their words
vulnerable projections dissolve and my home is once more a wide open space
16th November
Government by the People
By Franklin Price
2/4/2018
Government by the people
Is, at best, a fantasy
Politicians, by volition,
Know much more than you and me
Not there to represent us
Only there to have their say
They often lead us by the nose
If we fail to see their way
We the people, who elected them
Are remiss, when at the polls
And re-elect the useless egotists
Who rob us of our very souls
When their position there is threatened
They'll resort to anything
To keep themselves in Washington
Enjoying politician's bling.
Following the money
To get more for themselves
It's better than the rainbow's end
With its pot of gold and elves
Don't think there's nothing we can do
Take some time to see who's best
Keep the ones who want the best for us
And vote out all the rest
I became a victim of the/
Government Psychic/
Operations Program/
With radionic and psionic technology/
The voice to skull is torture/
But, they can't break me/
They tell me to confess/
I refuse, I never done that/
They body possess me/
I will not give in/
They squeeze my liver/
They squeeze my organs/
Telling me to confess/
To things I never done/
I refuse to let them/
Silence and suppress me/
They lower my heart beat/
They lower my blood pressure/
They bring me to the brink of death/
I still refuse to give in/
They resort to voice to mouth/
I still refuse to admit/
To things I never done/
They body possess me/
So? I can do the same thing/
The feeling and emotions possession/
Are easy to fight/
The thought to skull/
Is easy to fight/
I thought we were the/
Land of the free.../
To every one of
My loyal subjects
I greet you with good news today
I'm back on track
There's no turning back
It's full steam ahead I say!
To my loyal supporters
You'll be happy to know
There'll be no more breaks in the action
I'm on top of my game
I'm cookin' again
Much to my satisfaction!
Gonna try extra hard
Gonna give it my best shot
To make Poetry Soup my main focus
The world could come
Apart and undone
But I won't resort to hocus-pokus!
So in closing I'll say
On my honour this day
Be assured this won't happen anymore
I know you can't wait
For your poetry mate
So relax, no more breaks, rest assured!
© Jack Ellison 2013
There sure are a bunch of sweet ladies
Hanging out here on the Soup
Don't think I'll try to name them all
In case I leave some out of the loop
You all will surely know who you are
I don't really hide my affection
But if any of you ladies ever think of leaving
I'll certainly voice my objection
My people will contact your people due haste
To make sure you never stray
Not talking about any strong arm stuff
But they certainly do have their ways
Really don't want to resort to that stuff
So it's best to avoid it all together
Just never leave, stick around for old Santa
Your friendships I truly treasure
© Jack Ellison 2013
ODE TO ODES ®
Patterns of raindrops on my windowsills
And a rivalry with the scorching sun
Ordinate and baste me an idea
Light filters through the raindrops
Weary wind pluck me a leaf
Cascading down on the patched pavements
Breakdancing of leaves swirling
Sour and dove into the windy music
Sojourning on a brain pulsing quest
Thunders brought me shivers
And slice the sky and the rain
The cold chill poked me
Like the soft tread of a child's feet after a bath
Resort to my noble comfort
As I broil a memory
To marinate a poem.
VickWizzy
Vick Manuel Poetry {VMP}
Copyright © 2014
I don’t know where resilience comes from
But it seems to be in short supply -
There was a time when “true grit” meant something
But for too many that idea died.
Complaining and playing the blame game
Seems to be the new status quo -
“It’s not my fault my life’s a mess,
It’s his or her fault you know!”
Or its just dumb luck and I lost out
On every opportunity -
Poor, poor, pitiful me,
Blame it all on my community.
Or better yet it's those on the left
I mean really, the “Extreme” far right -
Yes, there to blame for screwing my game
Along with my entire life.
Don’t you see what they’ve done to me
Those evil political goons?
They’ve strapped a suicide vest on me
Blowing my dreams up into sky blue.
They told me I could win every time
I competed or took a math test -
“Everyone deserves to win because
Everyone is trying their best.”
You know little Johnny got a ribbon
And I should get one too,
It's just not fair he’s better than me
Boo-who, boo-who, boo-who!
So, it’s not my fault I’m lost in life
And can’t even find my bearings -
It’s not my fault I’m so depressed
I lash out and resort to swearing.
At all of you and this whole world too
Filled with nothing but misery and pain -
With a glass half empty instead of half full
And nothing to venture or gain.
I can’t help it if I can’t tie my shoes
Or go out and look for a job -
I tried that one time
And nearly got robbed.
Because the game is rigged against me
And has been from the start -
Every time I try to excel
I get palpitations in my heart.
Therefore, I’ll just go out and complain today
About how I hate winter and spring -
Because birds and bees will soon return
But somebody clipped my wings.
© Terrell Martin, 03/13/2025
All around me, only darkness
How can I get out of this mess
That which I got into in my consciousness
That which had rendered me tameless
It feels like am drowning
Water, water around me, surrounding
Can’t breathe, can’t talk, its stuffing
I can’t even resort to running or flying
No one can even hear me shouting
Even though my mouth is open and yelling
Out loud, wails of danger and distress
Where is my savior, coming at the help of his Mistress?
Shall I ever see light at the end of the tunnel?
Shall I ever be the carefree damsel?
The one so happy in the comforting security
Of her very own liberty
Why can't I be the real me
Instead of putting on airs to impress
If I really didn't care what people thought
I could go to the mall in a dress
Right away I'd be labeled as kinda unusual
To say the least I'd be mocked
Teenagers would all point and chuckle at me
Oldsters would be totally shocked
Imagine as well if I dyed my hair green
With lipstick a dark shade of pink
Not saying I'd ever resort to such nonsense
But it sure would make people blink
To shock everyone with bizarre behaviour
To act like you've gone a bit looney
Imagine the reaction of these real snotty folks
Might think they're filming a movie
There are certainly limits for our behaviour
We can't go naked in the streets
Coz at times when a shapely woman walks by
Well... this last line I had to delete!
When I cannot write my soul will speak and my spirit will weep.
When my heart is heavy and my countenance is flat,
I quietly resort to the back and lost myself in thoughts
Until I recover my heart. I can hear your voice
in the distance and you are calling for someone
to give you a helping hand but they still don't’ understand.
You live for today, but you don’t know what’s going to come your way.
The wind is blowing in your back, turning up your frock so come and
Whisper somethings in my ears and help me to dry the tears
When life rips you up and throws you underneath the bus
I know that someone, somewhere in the universe cares.
Country is coming to town, and the mayor cannot be found,
Uncertainty is looming over their head for half of the globe is “dead”
A little win here and a little win there cannot remove the fear
You need a big breakthrough so the world can party with you.
Everyone has a need so move gingerly so that you can satisfy their greed.
The year is winding down and several deals are undone, the city is not clean
And stagnant water is running in the stream; the toilets are choked and the residue cannot
go into the ground and the stench spreads all around.
Country is coming to town, and the angels are moving from town to town
arrange a special seat for me so that I can stretch out my long feet and listen to the country’s heartbeat.
I am making big plans that only destiny understands and so I sit on the edge
of time, waiting for the tide to turn when I can swim across the shore.
country is coming to town, dressed in jacket and gown, brand new ties
and shoes that only the globe approved.
Country is coming to town, and you must be prepared for tensions are blubbing up from the ground so, meet with me on the other side of town before country come to town
there are deals to extend, documents to sign and bills to pay, so don't’ delay.
Country is coming to town, and a drove of people is moving around. .