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(sung to the tune of Dolly Parton's “Jolene”) lyrics by: Medgar Fallon Roe
Obscene! Obscene! Obscene! Obscene!
Trump Administration is obscene!
Obscene! Obscene! Obscene! Obscene!
Trump’s words are all obscene!
Late in January oh so cold
A pandemic was foretold
Trump ignored it as a hoax so mean
When February rolled around
Still his ignorance did abound
He said soon we’d have a new vaccine!
Obscene! Obscene! Obscene! Obscene!
Trump Administration is obscene!
While he tweeted his politic
Thousands more were getting sick
He thought of just himself there in between
March was just like all the rest
Not enough of virus tests
Poor response became his one routine
Obscene! Obscene! Obscene! Obscene!
Trump Administration is obscene!
To add to his incompetence
He suggested as our recompense
Disinfectant be our new cuisine
He spoke then of economy
And championed a recovery
Just wants his face on a TV screen
Obscene! Obscene! Obscene! Obscene!
Trump Administration is obscene!
His insanity for four more years
Raises doubts and harbors fears
About ever getting us a new vaccine
Remove this evil, rabid pox
Do it through the ballot box!
Once again the White House will be clean!
Obscene!
Lucy was my little girl-friend with red hair,
at thirteen love can be so naive and fair...
only kissing on the lips while handling her a small note
that said, " I will wait until you'll be ready to enlope."
When she read it, she seemed puzzled with strangeness,
" Do children in Junior High enlope? I glanced at her and knew
that what she thought was very weird to accept or do,
but she went along with it...and this is what happened next.
Friday morning we were supposed to be in school taking tests,
instead we went for a stroll as Pinocchio did in his fateful day,
and on the way there, we found many who had run away...
they looked at us and yelled," Go back to school, you silly heads! "
So we spent an entire night outside watching moon and stars,
listening to the cricket's melody on a meadow as bright as midday...
not fearing anything or anyone unless a wandering dog would surprise;
we loved it all the way, not caring what our parents woud do or say.
Little girl-friend with red hair was the cause of my childish silliness,
I got grounded since I passed that note knowing what would have cost;
when Lucy grew up she found a smarter boy-friend, I had to bear the loss...
realizing that not refraining from puppy love, I would have deserved less.
Entered in Michael J. Falotico's contest,
" Passing A love Note "
Written by Andrew Crisci
The truth is that love is never true
It's illogical, it makes no sense
Why me? Why you?
Why us, who just happened to collide
It matters not whether we passed or failed
the tests of truthfulness or falseness
Whether we conformed to what
love is mean to be, or what others have as love or say it is.
Whether our love is accurate, reliable,
lasting, resilient or steadfast.
For the truth about love is
it's blind, incontestable, incomparable,
incorruptible, unerasable.
Love is delightfully uncertain.
For its impossible to measure or calculate
love's exact status and momentum at the same time.
Who cares anyway?
For love is just plain silly!
Life is but a corridor, and death is the only door
whatever you take with you, is yours forever more
time is as a fleeting shadow, passing days are not perceived
when you realize your loss, it will be too late for you to grieve
A wise man foresees eventualities, and prepares himself in advance
while the fool pushes things off to tomorrow, and relies on chance
wisdom dictates that we should recognize, our years in this world are few
no man knows the day of his death, nor takes advantage, of his life to review
The soul, a piece of your eternity in a physical being, to you has been given
challenged by the tests in this world, for good or for bad, will your soul be driven
against your will were you created, and against your will are you forced to choose
alone you have the fortitude to win, or accept the consequences if you lose
Standing tall and full of faith, you decide to give it your best shot
you change your life for good giving up much, and never forgot
the truth is of great value to you, because you acted upon it when you knew
only what you have succeeded to overcome, in the end will belong to you
Slowly falling away...losing life's game
Say you love me, but it's not the same
I miss you so much and you know so well
I miss your touch and you can clearly tell
Under your spell in this darksome cell
I fell into your rabbithole and going pell-mell
Is this a heaven, disguised as living hell?
These hardships got a hold of me and I hide in my solitary shell
Slowly falling away...my vibrant voice fails me again
Say you care about me as I dwell in my moonlit den
I miss you tremendously and God knows and you know
I've tried to win your heart of serenity - my efforts will show
The pros and cons of life will make me stronger
I must fight back with might and not be a forlorner
Conjure confidence and cheerfulness in my joyous and woeful lifetime a little longer
Dance to the music of my mesmerizing, meandering mindset and it will be your cure
Remarkable how time flies these eccentrically reckless, dark days
Say you'll be staying with me forevermore, the one I simply adore
Kiss me soft and slow, but sure in many make-believe ways
Turn me on and pretend to fulfill me with satisfaction galore
I feel swell without your doubting spirit of scorching, kindling uncertainty
I fell into the blackhole of your soul of serene sincerity and fearless honesty
You are seven times a seven in my heart's beautiful, compassionate tune
These tribulations have given me difficult tests to conquer, so embrace me real soon
Overcome the waves of emotion and collide with me, outlandish ocean, creating erosion
Numb the grief-stricken and be my darling devotion of elegant, empathetic efflorescence
Drastic dreariness damages my cranium of rainbow emotion and creative commotion
Some individuals dream dreams of burning bridges, brewing brazen benevolence
You can truly tell that I miss you so, but you got to reap what you sow
I love the way you make me feel though...let the plants of peace grow
Say you adore who I'm becoming right now - a man of beloved bravery
Fly me to successful heights, for I want to rise above my negativity
Character.
That's where the biggest measurements,
truest tests of worth
should lie.
And yet, 'tis not so.
Sometimes, mostly, I believe
that it's indeed enough.
That being a good man
is enough to keep me afloat.
Sometimes, rarely, . . .
I don't.
How many good men die?
How many great people, nice guys,
saintly women, shining paragons of humanity -
are shunned?
People don't always look at you
with virtue in mind,
don't gaze through honor's eyes;
too often they look through you, into you,
to what you can do for them.
Too often they choose,
not to see the real source of light in front of them,
but instead just the glow of fool's gold;
warping your worth to mean usefulness
instead of selflessness,
utility instead of altruism.
Or they misread you entirely;
focusing solely on your looks,
or your wealth, or your mannerisms,
your attitudes;
one is chosen, only one is seen -
the one made to blemish and demean.
Very few gaze on the whole picture,
take in the whole work;
these are those you treasure.
The ones, also, of value,
the ones who are what they claim
and claim little more than living
in a respectable way.
But still, in this life,
character matters oft too little;
gathers all but nothing corporeal.
In the end, one must make a choice;
tangible wealth, or wealth of pride?
What matters to one more -
the character of the substance,
or the substance of the character?
I strive to continue
to believe that great people are there;
that who you are
makes a damn bit of difference.
But throughout that strife,
ever am I haunted, shadowed,
by one ceaseless question.
How many good men die?
That's it. That's what I want to know.
That's what follows and taunts me.
How many of them fall, without ever knowing
just what they've meant to those they've helped -
those they've served, protected, assisted, befriended?
Whether it was a much-needed pat on the back,
picking up a dropped cane, searching for something lost;
or something bigger -
a life given, an oath fulfilled,
a love or a friendship began and striven for -
how many never believe they've made a difference, however slight,
never realize what they truly were?
How many good men die,
having once or more asked a question of their own -
am I a good man,
was I a good man-
without their answer?
We have been forbearing your oppression for a long time,
Your threats; placing your pistol on our foreheads for a crime;
Shoving your dagger straight toward our chests, as though piercing,
Watching our helpless nervousness and mockingly cheering;
All these, like celluloid terror scenes, are in our mind screens,
Is it easy to turn our bloodshed into duet scenes...?
Our loads are hanging heavily as millstones on our necks,
Who could, oh, the burdens you inflict on us, dare to check?
Caste, color, creed, sex, sect, religion, status, and culture,
Have torn our flesh, like a vehement vampire-like vulture;
Why should our skins look milk-like? Why can't yours look Blackberry?
Is skinning a human virtue? Is it, not savagery...?
Remove your gristle elephant-like legs from our weak chests,
With your lion-like rough roars do not keep us pressed for tests;
Like an ant, under your heavy boulders, we endure aches,
Each delicate bone of ours, under your barbarism, breaks;
Stop your cruel oppression, lest the roots that hold you firm,
May uproot you, and will over you their power affirm...!!!
22 May 2023
This or That, Vol 18 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Edward Ibeh
Rhymes Checked At: Rhymes Zone
Syllables Checked At: How Many Syllables
Forever, yes, forever we shall be imbibed with it
Always full of it, with the holy songs ringing on our lips
In our hearts even, for faith is what we need to understand life
Though it be made of pleasures, life is so full of mystery
Hopefully, someday, faith shall be given a new spark
I did feel it that spark; mine own
Secretly, it did come to me, wonderfully, it did lighten up my woes
As I was sinking, drowning, under a sea controlled by evil demons
Powerful indeed is faith
O how lovely it felt, to know that God Himself does watch over me
Why, to know that life is but a test, a test yes, for us all, fallen souls
Eased up my pain, my ache, my lifetime throb
Really, why should we all bother about the mundane
Free we all are, free we all should consider ourselves
Untying the ties that do bind us here in this false world
Living is after all but for a short while
Take the time, like me, to live your dreams
Hand in hand, we shall lead each other
Indeed, faith does imply that somewhere does lie another world
Not like the one we know, but a more peaceful and blissful one
God Himself does live there, and He awaits us, after we shall pass all of His tests!
A Father
A Son
A Grandfather too
gone into the great cinematic blue
his work in the arts a wonder worth seeing
A true Aussie hero loved with agreement
It’s just from when I was quite small
his face was there in the wall
the telly at night my constant friend
Bud was with me till the very end
he enriched all our lives
with his story and pictures
imagine if we’d missed all of his richness
his smooth deep voice so gentle and kind
always put me in a good frame of mind
He fought in the war with much pride
he hurt in the last years deep inside
the stories they ripped
a hole in his chest
the memories of war
in his heart like a crest
I know this from reading
and watching the box
I remember folding clothes
drying tears with some socks
the theater his forte
his voice rang out
with cheers of joy and claps and shouts
So Bud take a last bow
Its time to rest
you more than passed all life’s tests
Your memory lives on for here and all time
In our hearts and in our minds …
Bud Tingwall was an Australian film and television Actor he featured in pictures in the U.K. ..
U.S.A .. and here .. he was a much loved aussie legend he passed away last friday this is a
tribute to him .. never had the pleasure of meeting him but loved him none the less ... J
I call you over that you won't come by
you're kind of lonely and you're acting shy
What do I have to do to look you straight in the eye
Come here girl
Your inner beauty is so shines out
There's a error about you so silent
Your voice so sweet and soft and low almost quiet
Come here girl
Come here girl let's pray together
Come on girl let's talk to God together
Come here girl God knows our hearts
We would rather be saved then lost
And before we take our last breath
As we passed our trials our tests
Come here girl
Come here girl
Come here let me look into the eyes of your souls windows I digress
2/15/22
Written by James Edward Lee Sr © 2022