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if common sence was for sale
most of us should buy in bulk
.because we been known to use ignorance
as our little a joke
.and
the lack of knowelege will often cause your brain to revoke
,for insanity is trying the same thing over again
and exspecting different results.......
so
information is the key that heals all your woes,
then
for the less questions u ask the less u know........
so
when is common sence gonna sink thru
,and you
stop letting people decide things for you.
dont you think you have a mine of your own ,
you're not a kid anymore you're full grown.
yet you cant seem to get your life straight-
you dont need someones ok on every choice you make.
now if you ever want to stop
so much in ur life from going wrong`
tell everyone to mind their bussiness
and leave yours alone
The news isn't good,
And I did not expect,
Prognosis and results,
When I got to the vet,
My heart hit the floor,
My head in my hands,
I've been here before,
I need to make plans,
DORA has got cancer,
Why her for god sake,
The dog I love dearly,
Is there for the take,
She is my best buddy,
A big part of my life,
There when I need her,
And the passing of my wife,
Before we would meet,
Her job was to breed,
Make someone money,
No love there just greed,
Then surplus to requirements,
She could not breed anymore,
With no money being made,
She was showing the door,
So that's how I got her,
I would not earn a quid,
She paid me in love,
And love I returned,
So when the day comes,
And I say my goodbyes,
I hope there together,
Way up in the skies.
You see the ones who thing gender
is something plastic you can change,
people who back in better lines
were locked-up for being insane,
people who think a basic fact
older than the species itself
can just be changed if you ‘feel so,’
you think we would get them some help.
Instead thy have become a cult,
their words like religious belief,
rather than teach these people fact
they put them on hormones quickly.
Put them on drugs that ruin health,
weaken skeletons, increase cancer,
put them on drugs that sterilize
to indulge mental disorder.
Cut off their parts, they don’t grow back,
doom them to a life in-between,
permanent change for unstable minds,
doing such a thing just sounds mean.
Explain that cold reality
does not give a damn for their thoughts,
they claim you are ‘denying them,’
their whole life is recognition sought,
and if you choose to refuse that,
to not be a part of the lie,
they try to sick the state on you,
to hell with your rights, just comply!
Explain that their suicide rates
do not decline after the snip,
they make up words like ‘transphobic,’
but that will not save them from it.
And worse, they aim this stuff at kids,
people much too young to consent,
to the point that tell the schools
to {hide" this all from the parents.
They are cutting up our children
for a chance that cannot exist,
the modern human sacrifice,
an evil that somehow persists.
A belief system so absurd,
nnd brings out tragic results,
blood magic has not gone away,
it just calls itself the trans cult.
So many irksome dilemmas in life can be cured by simple solutions.
All are not necessarily fixed by the latest technological revolutions.
To remedy the many vicissitudes that rain down upon myself,
I grab that handy box of lowly baking soda reposing upon the shelf!
This simple, innocent looking stuff is good for many uses,
Including easing the pain of little kneesies that easily bruises.
'Tis useful for sweetening reeking walking shoes and garbage cans,
For shining silver and rejuvenating blackened pots and pans!
Even my inscrutable cat begins to purr a mile "purr" minute,
When I freshen his litter box by sprinkling baking soda in it.
If my auto picks up that scourge of the road, the dreaded tar,
Baking soda is just the thing for tidying up the car!
Why should I pay a plumber to unplug the clogged-up drain,
When a dollop of baking soda will the same results obtain?
It can be used as a toothpaste for making choppers look smarter,
Whitening them and controlling that nefarious tartar!
I've found that after my all too frequent sprees of gluttony,
That only a dose of baking soda relieves my gastric agony.
Its use for indigestion docs would discourage or even squelch.
Fiddle Faddle! I find instant relief in one humongous belch!
The words of the many came out to a new call, soon to be damned
The words of the paper overtook the red ink and made the pages blue
The results eventually would be the words and marks of the damned
Oh! my, how did the cries of striped doves go into the air as they flew
Over 240 counts for a person to become the new jester
The mind of the stuttering fool destroyed the elephant’s long trunk
Let us look and see how this person will fester
Oh! Did all of us become oblivious to this funk?
Stopping by the woods in the bleak mid-winter is better
Especially than the fall of the autumn leaves
The shop has the concern of the people from your letter
There is no reason to sharpen your cleaves
We are the reaper of our crop
We must find the water to clean the shop
When i went two skool
Mi speling woz bad
The wurds i found
Wer hard, maid me sad
The teechers tryed
Thay did ther bezt
Wif a little help
Wif a few moore testes
My speling got better
Az they took ther time
With many classes
I turned out fine
I was reading and writing
Like never before
My results were high
Gaining high scores
Their dedication
Determination
Continuance of support
For my education
This poem goes out
To my English teachers
If it was not for them
I'd have no poetry features
Thank you Nara Shevanna for tagging me, i enjoyed writing this.
I now tag Doris Culverhouse to write a poem on education.
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/life3.php
He should desire a verse of lost day past
while time enough was free to have enough,
When pace and life led more to mean but fast
as Simon said to simply breathe a puff.
To love and be less reckless with his heart,
Speak not of sin nor breach of true love’s spring,
Complete the bond not pressed akin to part
as forced to split amoebas’ kiss must sting.
He must observe his one true Master plot,
His growth less err forgone fulfills defense,
An age to find a soulmate’s breath he sought,
Their fit from Simon’s game of simple sense.
The dream of love begins with one shared breath,
The test of love whilst joined hearts beat ‘til death.
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Form: Shakespearean (English) Sonnet
Contest: English Sonnet 3
Sponsor: Eve Roper
Written: 06/15/2016
Results: 1st Place
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...Even in our own subcultures
this pattern most people can see,
look at the endless dysfunction
that curses our inner cities.
A culture than has accepted
a lack of fathers in their lives,
a culture that thinks real success
is betrayal, they’re ‘acting white.’
With music that glamorizes
thugs who murder to get their dope,
is that the culture you’d embrace?
Is that what will give our kids hope?
Now if they have some good ideas
it is quite smart to learn from that,
but some stray ideas are much different
then embracing all that is bad.
You judge culture by its results,
the west brought freedom, prosperity,
so much that Asia imitates it,
and now grows more and more wealthy.
Why take after the dysfunction,
failed cultures make nothing of note,
some cultures are better than others,
and the west is better than most.
Let’s be real, it’s not even close.
2015.03.09@13:13:13
As the V-Line Coach approached the Apollo Bay,
Along the sand line, what did I find?
The splashing waves rushed in to reach the beach.
The scent of the trees and plants,
Triggered some ideas in my brain.
I planned to throw your book into the sea,
Let the salty water washed all your printed words.
Hopefully, it also cleaned your soul and sins,
Changed you into a better person,
Who would have some considerations,
And be kind and nice to others,
Treat others as you would like to be treated.
I learned an important lesson today.
On 2024.08.12@12:44pm, BB wrote
>> "you do and feel what you like"
Yes, because doing what others like
Always results in disappointment.
I do what I believe in.
>
Well. I did what I felt like
And it also resulted in disappointment.
The Slide Ruler
As regulations rule this world from outside in and my time slowly
seeps away on this planet’s realm I gaze in awe at that once modern
instrument of calculation that dangles from the ceiling lamp in my
~ Study ~
In forward looking nostalgia my memories ambivalent a reminder of
words scripted on paper in fountain pen and blotting paper absorbing
the logic never understood derived from square rooted calculus’s incisive
~ Precision ~
I failed the examination maybe my hands were too clumsy or my mind
too entangled in quests of a different kind of looming poet trees
in onward advances flooding naive crafting knitting dreams and emotional
~ Liberation ~
I tried to run away and on track right by the start of a marathon
real and timed in a fast moving obsession I discovered my ruler sliding
into my fingers for a Euro in red plastic casing with figures organizing
~ Incomprehension ~
Metaphorical and analogue to a desire to escape from the dogma of science
eschewing the unquestioned paradigm of only one truth and one answer
only as well as the modern compulsion with bits and apps it reminds me of
~ Signposts ~
Trivial directives which lead me away and beyond of what can be counted
calculated in the hamster wheeling rat race of pretending to know
exactly what is an illusion in any case plastic or iron cased in
~ Rationalization ~
Nevertheless and because of what I could not understand with a
slide ruler and the pretence of computer colonized minds around me
I cherish not simply for all time’s sake that comprehension results from
~ Fragmentation ~
And thus found the whole kit and caboodle the complementation of
polarity synthesized opposites complemented diversity celebrated in the
festival of life and the living with brick a brack completing the meaning of
~ Life ~
24th October 2016
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