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“Comrade Bernie's in full swing
Arms flailing, fingers pointing,
Like a possessed puppet on a string
To his legions never disappointing.”
“We're a movement young and strong
Forward thinking, kind to all,
They call us mad but that's so wrong
Such a thought takes quite some gall”.
“We in turn look on bemused
The Stars and Stripes turning to the Sickle,
To put it mildly we're confused
Democrats floundering in a pickle.”
“Little do they understand
Momentum's on our side;
From our crusade we'll never bend
We march united like the tide.”
“Yet Trump's laughing with great glee
Re-election firmly in his sight,
Bernie's pitch a hollow plea
Republicans itching for the fight.”
“They may mock us, underrate
Wait and see, watch and learn;
Our revolution simply fate,
Love the man, feel the Bern.
Who is wrong and who is right
In this battle for our hearts,
One thing’s sure it will be tight
Once we get through all the barbs.
Dear Lord
May I not self-absorb
May I not self-appoint
May I not self-belittle
May I not self-deceive
May I not self-destruct
May I not self-devaluate
May I not self-direct
May I not self-disappoint
May I not self-impose
May I not self-indulge
May I not hesitate to self-inspect
May I not self-negate
May I not self-promote
May I not self-reject,
But be infused with self-respect
May I not self-underestimate
May I not self-underrate
May my life be so much less about me
And so much more, even all, about you
May my life's purpose always be made clear
So that I may love you dearly, needing never to fear
110220PSCtest, Free Verse - Old or New. Joseph May.3P
If all the world could see inside
What wrinkled covers have denied
The storied life of one’s caress
For life and love and happiness
The inner glow remains intact
It’s just the outside that’s been cracked
If only they would realize
The key is in the ageless eyes
if not the world but one or three
Who’d care to see what’s really me
And not a ghost of supple skin
Not just the wrapping I am in
Why must they underestimate
Or misconstrue or underrate
The value of an older work
Dismissing with a scornful smirk
Ironic as each page is turned
In every life as we have learned
The same place we shall all arrive
So grateful just to be alive
Ode to Fanny
Her start in life was rather poor
with wastrel parents, ones to abhor
She avoided living in the gutter
Earning enough for her bread and butter
Her break in life came rather later
Before, bigamy and babies to underrate her
Her kids grew up in the care of another
She never took to being a mother
Her culinary skills proved rather good
She could write and critique on all kinds of food
Destined to star in sixties telly
She graced her shows in glitzy finery
Her zany persona was rather dippy
Her dress was ball gown and misplaced lippy
Shunning apron and hat that looked so drab
‘Cos cooking and baking should always look fab
The man she had met was rather fine
Ex army major, life was divine
They fronted shows as man and wife
Fanny and Johny, well matched and no strife
Her fame continued for rather a while
Overridden by others in different style
And gaffes too many, they booted her out
No telly shows, no gowns to flout
Her recipes of the past still rather great
She put pizza and prawn cocktail on our plate
She and Johny, always a couple
Poor but content to remain conjugal
Ooh rather!
What if I can see it, smell it, almost touch it,
That gilded throne where I will proudly sit,
Would people think me mad,
Is my ambition so preposterous and bad.
And why not me, have I not earned this crown,
Someone not worthy of that queenly gown,
Bejeweled and composed for all to see,
My vassals all around, bowing deep to me.
Naysayers bleat I'm just an empty ship,
With lights and streamers pretending to be hip,
Without a cargo or destination clear,
Sailing in circles relying on the wind to steer.
But if we're given to analogies, what if I were a Trojan horse,
With clear intent and undisputed course,
Where guile and purpose rule the day,
The aim to soundly win not merely one to play.
Demean and underrate me at your peril,
I can pivot between angel and pure devil,
While my laugh is designed to be disarming,
It masks a side of me considerably less charming.
Everything I've wanted I've achieved,
A trajectory few would have believed,
Do you think I'll stop at this last jump,
And in so doing fully flatten Trump?
I woke up this morning like i can do anything
got the feathers to fly and swim with a fin
a divine right as though born to be King
I can do anything, I can do anything
I'm going gung-ho
I'll let the gun blow
I aint done no
until I say so,
I've got sayings to sow
when I lay they go woah
ink the words in the row
as I show off and show
why to throw me the doe
I can row the boat slow
fly high dive low
don't underrate bro
and belittle or bellow
as my bow and arrow
will hit you I'm hallow,
I'll take in the takings like a baker with dough,
rhyme baking and making it rise up and grow,
win prizes through flow
as I fly like a crow
cus i woke up this morning like i can do anything
I'm going gung-ho, I'll let the gun blow, I aint done no, until I say so,
I've got sayings to sow, when I lay they go woah,
ink the words in the row as I show off and show why to throw me the doe,
I can row the boat slow, fly high dive low, don't underrate bro and belittle or bellow as my bow and arrow will hit you I'm hallow. I'll take in the takings like a baker with dough, rhyme baking and making it rise up and grow, win prizes through flow as I fly like a crow. An honoured untouchable tactical poet
incredibly abled to powerfully show it. Could it be these single syllables
are only good for simple silly fools and simply stupid individuals who sin and sit all cynical while I sing with awe so clinical reaching toward the pinnacle, ideals I'm phenomenal, I feel this is probable.
Joseph Robinette Biden
now commander in chief yay
manning ship of state
tossing anchors aweigh
heavily pierced tattooed
donning sheepish pirate(s)
at heady roiling waterway
fending off trolling rapscallion
much more thrilling
than watching cabaret
January twenty first two thousand
twenty one marks his first full day
wherein Oval Office finally
flushed, ousted, and zapped,
whose paternal ancestry
begat genealogical linkedin émigré
name unknown, nevertheless
one Johann Trump born within
Bobenheim am Berg, a village
in Palatinate, Germany circa 1789
moved to nearby village of Kallstadt
where his grandson, Friedrich Trump,
the grandfather of Donald Trump,
born in 1869 gamboled
upon grassy fairway
whereby grandson notorious
to grandstand and gainsay,
but especially renowned
windblown coiffure
kept intact courtesy "fake" hairspray
said product he did fulminate
against and inveigh,
cuz he envied (as does yours truly)
the trademark thatch sported by J.F.K.
At long last, a stalwart adept candidate
unwittingly saddled
with onerous figurative freight
COVID-19, homelessness, joblessness
sober statistics impossible mission to inflate,
whose physique slender and lightweight
boot pulleys and levers of power
he quite savvily can operate
personable and suave demeanor doth resonate
allowing, enabling, and providing
law and order to materialize,
and accomplishments downplayed
(unlike previous commander in chief)
whose braggadocio would never underrate.
Concern still prevails
regarding that woman user
egging fascistic paramilitary
white supremacist ilk
twittering as a digital schmoozer
hell bent on sowing anarchy,
cuz other Democratic contestant
did not defeat
soured at prospect their man beat
(him - who shall not be named again
ranks as a sore loser)
nevertheless, an oafish shill bruiser.
If prognostications allowed me,
at bedtime, when a supine American,
one garden variety and generic
sleepy Joe among madding crowd
will experience glee
at prospective buoyancy, decency,
fraternity, harmony, jollity, levity,
nobility, prosperity, serenity, tranquility...
wishing no ill will toward
former forty sixth president.
Hello Friend!
You are welcome!
Don’t underrate that we are boasting about ourselves.
Don’t treat us as the suppliers of the basic needs only.
Try to reach our inner voice.
When you get disturbed,
You can come and roam under this canopy.
You certainly feel the ambience pious and solicitous
The green cover soothes and cheers your heart.
You can regain your energy and confidence.
You know, your forefathers roamed happily in these glades.
Fairies often came down and rested here.
Knowing this, they used to worship us.
Their cultures and festivals were tied with us.
Believe it or not, still we can hear their voices lingering on in this air.
During autumn, we shed our leaves
And in spring we get the lost glory back.
We never get demoralized.
We know Life and its secrets.
“Service” is our motto.
You sit on chairs;
Sleep on cots;
Eat our fruits and nuts
Everything is being used - hides, herbs, roots, leaves and what not...
Store your valuables in the wooden boxes;
We die and transform into coffins to safeguard your corpse. Why?
We know the purpose of living.
Living or dying doesn’t matter.
Serving others gives the bliss of heaven.
Look at the age- old Oak trees
Standing like staunch pillars
They are symbols for strong determination and invincible spirit.
Our strength lies in our roots.
They are hidden in this soil.
The inner strength is superior to all.
Look at the mighty trees. How humble they are!
The calamities sometimes cause severe damage to us.
But we can withstand and revamp this pristine nature..
Is it not the sign of our perseverance?
Hundreds of creatures find their dwellings in us.
Are we not protecting them like a mother?
Dear friend,
Recall the moral of the story that you read in your childhood.
“Enjoy the egg but not be greedy and try not to cut open the hen.”
Remember,
Protecting trees means you are building a heaven for your grandchildren.
PLACED : 1ST
Wisdom from Trees Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Anoucheka Gangabissoon
Date: 19-05-2022
Please don’t hate me
Don’t debate me
And you damn sure
won’t underrate me
Cause I’m here now
Gonna show you how
I can rise above
What you dish out
You call my name
Play that blame game
But I don’t hear you
Cause nuthins now the same
You showed your true face
Left me in disgrace
But I rise above
Your endless chase
I know I hurt bad
I’ve been so sad
But I’m strong as hell
So soon I’ll be glad
I got lifted up
Though it was really rough
You couldn’t keep me down
Cause I’m legit tough
You tore some skin
When it was thin
But I’ve thickened up
It won’t happen again
You think you’ve won
But now that’s all done
As I walk away
With a smokin gun
Now I’m standing tall
After that bitter fall
The past is gone
I’ve survived it all
You can’t see me
Cause I’m so free
While your shackled
To your misery
Ahhh don’t feel bad
Now that you’re sad
Cause I’m free now
And I was all you had
Oh yes I slayed it
Yes I made it
Left you in the dirt
I wouldn’t trade it
Cause it made me strong
And I got along
Without you
It’s my victory song
It’s my victory song
Cause I got along
Without you
And it made me strong
Yeah I got along
With this victory song
Without you
And it made me strong
Without you
I got along
It made me strong
My victory song
Oh you thought you won
See how that’s all done
As I walk away
With a smokin gun…