Long Stunts Poems

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Just Stop Oil

Just Stop Oil

" " PROTESTORS " "

Please 

Well go on then

If you are what you would have us believe

You say you are 

So dedicated and passionate about

Just Stoping Oil 

Here is an idea for you 

Why not take your show on the road 

To say the likes of
Saudi Arabia
Qatar 
Or
Russia

Since that is where the majority

Of the entire worlds Oil supply

Actually comes from

That might actually put a bit of a dent in it

Probably won't stop it though 

All you are succeeding in doing is making a

Mockery and fool

Of an actual

Serious subject

And cause

Performing and acting like spoiled children 

With their attention seeking stunts 

Actually doing the polar opposite

Achieving far more harm 

Than they are good 

How about they

Just Stop

And come up with something anything else

A tad little more intelligent

That doesn't actually put people off

Like preventing a dying patient in the present

Here and now from being able to get to hospital

In order to save their life and get critical urgent care 

If you care so much about saving lives

As you pretend to be

Can you explain what exactly qualifies

And who gave you the right

To decide both their imminent and families fate

And play God with other people's lives

That in real terms is tantamount to being

Oilier than the Oil you want to stop


Premium Member I'm An Acquired Taste

I sit on the fence
Would like to be eccentric
But don’t quite pull it off
I still cater to way too many people
Yet I’ll never become their puppet

So beware to those who
Try to pull their stunts
I don’t handle well 
Being manipulated
Though I’ll applaud it
If well done

I no longer have it in me to be
That lovely little cheerful girl
The naïve type I used to be
Especially when dealing
With people who’ve been known
To try to take advantage of me
I can move on but can’t forget
I’m OK with being an acquired taste



AP: Honorable Mention 2020

Submitted on July 8, 2019 for contest YOU AND YOURS, LET'S GET PERSONAL sponsored by BRIAN STRAND  -  RANKED 2nd

Graduation

By ways ambitious, and efforts grand, your goals like
tripods on rocky ground they never walked or wandered
neither far nor wide.
At times under stormless blue lit skies
or rakishly brash, bleak black skies,
weather stunts did test the glue of your motives
and fogged the complexion of your progress,
every now and then.
Timeless persistence prevailed,
profuse desire subverted interference forces
never did tangled temptations trigger a variance thwarting your success.
And now a cascade of accolades
where honors mark the commencement of your vocations.
 
I saw, you tried.
You did, I cried.
Form: Verse

Diggleberry Oil

I STUMBLED UPON THIS BY MISTAKE
IT BECAME A REASON FOR ME TO INFORM
THE WORLD ABOUT " THE FOOLS OF HALTRIUM"
A GROUP OF PEOPLE WHO'S MOTTO IS
" TRICK'EM: TRICK'EM: TRICK'EM!"
THEY ARE GROUP OF UNSUGGESSFUL ACTORS, COMEDEINS,
ACTRESSES AND " HARDLUCK CAFFERS"
WHO BEFREIND PEOPLE AND FOOL THEM INTO
DOING CRAZY STUNTS, WHILE THEIR 
CAMERAS ARE ROLLING.
 THESE PEOPLE OFTEN ARE THAN MADE INTO STARS
WHEN THESE PEOPLE SELL THEIR WORK'S
 TO BIG MOVIE PRODUCERS, WHO USE THESE
 BASIC LIKELYNESS' IN THEIR MOVIES. CUTTING COST.
FOR EXAMPLE, A GUY IS HIRED AT A FABRIC FACTORY
WHEN THE SECRTARY BECOMES ILL, HE'S ASKED TO
SIT IN FOR THE WOMAN.
HE'S GIVEN A SCRIPT AND TOLD TO CALL EACH PERSON
ON THE ORDER, AND WARN THEM OF THE FUNGUS GROWING ON
THEIR ROOFS, AND HOW THE NEW PRODUCT CALLED" BLEEP-AHROLL"
CAN REMOVE THE FUNGUS CAUSED BY WILDDOGS AND HUMID AIR.
HE SENDS A GUY OUT TO INSPECT THE ROOF AND SHOWS THE PEOPLE THE RESULT OF RISING TEMEPURES AND THE EFFECTS OF TOXIC AND DOGS, WHO CREATE FUNGUS THAT RISES IN THE AIR AND SETTLES ON THE ROOF.
HE GIVES THEM AN OITMENT TO PUT ON THEIR DOGS AND A CHEMICAL TO SPAY ON THEIR ROOFS. ITS A SHAM HONEY !
Form: Ballad

Premium Member Birdie and Houndy Nursery Rhyme

Birdie and Houndy

A bird named Birdie looks like a cute clown
She’s a cockatoo with a funny sound
When she talks a lot we will never frown
Her singing talent makes us dance around.

Birdie likes to play circus to astound 
She shows her fine somersaults on the ground
With her mono-cycling skills, smiles abound
To imitate others, she’ll ask some pounds.

One day, Birdie saw Houndy, a shy hound
She said, “Hello! May I know why you’re brown?”
Houndy just gazed at her with eyelids drowned
To get his attention she wore a gown.

The two pets became famous in downtown
With their talents, big carnivals were found
Houndy shows stunts without scratches or wound
Along with Birdie who wears her crest’s crown.
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April 16, 2022      5.02pm

©Leonora G. Galinta


10 syllables per line

Nursery Rhyme 3
Contest Judged:  5/2/2022 6:32:00 PM
Sponsored by: Eve Roper 
Place 1
© Len Gasun  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme


Leap of Faith

Follow me to a ledge inside my mind & observe
as I leap
Many are very close to the edge but scared to jump
because they're weak
Being afraid to fall isn't the problem, it's only natural
to fear the crash
When you reach the bottom, you see yourself staring
back from a looking glass
Throw all your caution to the wind & feel the air beneath
your wings
A cage bird is free within its mind & you can hear it
when it sings
There are many things to fear in life, but fear itself is the
only cause
Don't be afraid to grow for that stunts your growth &
amplifies all your flaws
Cause & effect is natures law so it must be treated 
with respect
Once I was blind to mothers' rules, but now I see 
in retrospect
Have faith in self & take the leap, you just may be
caught before you fall
Once you let go, you'll see the truth, there was nothing
to fear after all
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member If I Were An Elephant

Of all the mammals living on the land,
the elephant is largest of that kind.
But if I were an elephant, I’d show
the largest also were my heart and mind!

If I could be this beast, here’s what I know:
I’m not some made-up Dumbo that can fly.
I socialize; I grumble, and I need
a jumbo size of tissues when I cry!

My hearing is superb, but did you know
that I can even listen with my feet?
I put my trunk down by my feet and hear
vibrations, and that’s one astounding FEAT.

It’s obvious I’m strong. My trunk alone
has forty-thousand muscles, and guess what?
I’ll wrap my trunk around you, for BIG LOVE
means I’ll be giving great big hugs a LOT.

I cannot see too well. Nor can I jump,
but with my padded feet, I softly walk,
I am so skilled, for peanuts I won’t work!
But first I need to teach myself to talk!

Because if I can talk, I’ll speak out for
my fellow elephants endangered by
the foolishness and cruelty of those
who harm us when we’re in such short supply!

We’re also more than stunts inside a tent.
And though our skin’s as thick as an old shoe,
we have compassion, and we mourn our dead.
As feeling creatures, we should have rights too!

Now even though we elephants are huge,
and probably I weigh at least a ton,
I love to laugh and play! Climb on my back
and take a ride. You’ll see that I am fun.

I hope you see that I’m a lot like you.
So take care with your fat jokes around me
because it’s very true what people say.
I now have got amazing memory!

12/10/16
Form: Quatrain

Premium Member Night Flight

it be late at night
but the urge feels right
for an early dawn write

at the push of a button
not quite all of a sudden
mind vapors are put in

all the right places
to slow up the paces
and see what's been faceless

these past many months
despite the sighs and grunts
to log in the soup of poetry stunts

where one can build castles
without all the hassles
of computer program rascals

their logic of contexts and contents
a constant of restraints
that somehow just stinks

up down and sideways
nights and days
trying usual and imaginary ways

to log on then today
an email came this way
what happened i can't say

things just went right
this odd saturday night
my butterfly...now...in flight

stan sand
© Sand Blown  Create an image from this poem.

Warrior Hearts

I listened
   heard in disbelief
   the glorification of a liar and a thief.
I paused in this interlude
   feeling the praise was misused
   and then I scanned the crowd
   blank eyes, minds within a shroud
      none shouting truth aloud.
 All was quiet
   here along the western front
   marginalized by corrupted stunts,
     the rants and raves
      the cowards unafraid;
voices rose
   the hail of war unclothed
   in hate and anger, no longer loathed
     bullets, missiles, bombs laid down in droves, 
      followed by admiration, praise disclosed.
A haughtiness of destructive force
   forged across a liar's greedy course
   hidden in deceit by the elite
      war in forever repeat
       purposes indiscrete.
I listened and I prayed
  for the coming of a brand new day
  when warriors lay down their blades
      rest at peace
       beneath the smoke and shade.
I scanned the world that God had made
   fearful and ashamed
   at the haughtiness of a foolishness of men
       who began another war again
       always now never then.
 







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© DM Babbit  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Autumn

Autumn 

Autumn greets summer on a gusty breeze
Waves farewell as she spins down the sidewalks
Laughs with delight as northern lights she sees
Finds one final bouquet of the sweet phlox

Waves farewell as she spins down the sidewalks
In the early dusk she tastes the first frost
Finds one final bouquet of the sweet phlox
Weaves her first spell before the hoarfrost 

In the early dusk she tastes the first frost
Autumn yawns as early darkness stunts her days
Weaves her magic spell before the hoarfrost
Beneath the amber moon’s song of her praise.

Autumn yawns as early darkness stunts her days
She smiles through misty hues of incensed trees 
Beneath the amber moon’s songs of her praise
Wrapped in soft cloak of her finest red leaves

She smiles through misty hues of incensed trees
Laughs with delight as northern lights she sees
Wrapped in a soft cloak of her finest red leaves
Autumn greets summer on a gusty breeze

9-8-22
Contest: Autumn
Sponsor: Caren Krutsinger
Form: Pantoum

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