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Are we there yet?
The cry came from the back seat of the car
We haven’t been in 10 minutes, we haven’t gone very far
Are we there yet?
Comes the whining plaintive cry
Not long now darling I say with a sigh.
Let’s see how many red cars we can see, the games have now started.
Why don’t we do blue ones instead, his eyes darted.
He could see the next car and of course it was blue,
He’s cheating and you know it, I hate all of you.
Are we there yet?
The plaintive cry comes again from the back
It’s only been three minutes since you asked - change the track.
I need a wee, I’m busting you know.
I told you before we left, you had to go.
Are we there yet?
Gosh I’m sick of this now
I’ll tell you when we get there, just be quiet please, somehow
I’ve packed all the lunches, there are stories on tape
You’ve all had a wee now just get this straight.
It’s only ten minutes more, this journey my dear
Next time your car breaks down, get a taxi, do you hear?
I’m sick to death of are we there yet?
I’ve still got to get the kids to school and you can bet,
I won’t have the fuss that I get from you.
Now get out, we are here and you have a job to do.
The phone rang. I looked at the name.
Not that one. Not today. Knew she would be whining.
Complaining. Poor me. Bored out of my gourd.
No time for that. I was building an airplane, and a spaceship.
I ran out of my house with every tin can, bottle and screw I could find.
My latest obsession is creating sculptures out of found objects.
I am singing and whistling as I begin to add on, polish, dust, paint.
They are forming up beautifully. I spend six hours. Not bored in the least.
For lunch I have a grilled cheese. Wolfing it down as if my tongue is in flames.
I have things to do. Pick up my sketchpad and begin. Never out of ideas.
Tossing together cartoon after cartoon – faeries, elves, witches, pirates, cats.
My I-pad gets a little activity next. I am playing fourteen Scrabble games.
I toss down my answers then take a peek at Facebook. Nothing new there.
I like new. New is my go-to place. I look at All Poetry. Enter eight contests.
My phone rings. I see it is her again, so I let the machine get it.
This is Sheba she whines. I am BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORRRRed. Call me.
Not on your life.
If you have lived to be seventy-two
and you still do not know how to entertain yourself,
What could I possibly do to help?
I go to Pinterest, choose eight photos that speak to my heart
and write eight poems.
Being able to entertain yourself is Nirvana!
I will build an art center for those who like to play
Hope to have it finished by next April or May
Will invite youth and others who are merry and gay.
Will throw out contenders who are bullies like Ray.
Will give hospice nurses ten thousand dollars each
letting them redesign the hospital rooms in fuchsia or peach
also handing them five thousand just to have in their hand
will give six thousand dollars to the high school band.
Will give teachers who follow the golden rule twenty thou.
And purchase 4-H youth a pig, chicken, horse, mule or cow.
yes, I mean each one in the state, why not?
this money was gravy, not honestly sought.
My children will be whining, so I will toss them a bone.
Twenty-thousand each year, if they stay in their home.
And share the wealth with others, less fortunate than them.
Then I will buy a comfy chair for my Uncle Jim.
I like my car, and my husband likes his.
So changing vehicles is not part of this biz.
We love dogs so much, I might go back to the pound.
And bring home a poodle, Pekinese, collie, Rottweiler and hound.
We will end up with an orphanage for dogs and wayward moms.
There will be restraining orders for nasty Freds, Dicks and Toms.
A lot of the money will go to my bodyguard crew.
Who will guard us all nightly, and they will benefit too.
Genghis, He barks, He barks, He barks
Genghis he barks
If he wants you to hold him, He barks
If he wants to be let go again, He barks
If he sees stranger or friend, He barks
If he wants out or in, He barks
If he wants you to pet him, He barks
If he gets caught peeing on the rug again, He barks
If he wants you up at 3 AM, He barks
Good or bad, wrong or right
Happy or sad, day or night
Genghis he barks
If you are leaving him, He barks
If you come home again, He barks
If you exclude him, He barks
If he gets attention, He barks
If you scold him, He barks
If he gets too much affection, He barks
If he chases the wind, He barks
Full or hungry, work or play
Cat or hombre, shy or brave
Genghis, He barks, He barks, He barks
Genghis he barks
Genghis, He baaa...Screams like a banshee death cry
Yelping shrieking like he's gonna die
Whining whimpering wanting to be held
Naughty Kublia bit his tail
He Barks!
The gamut of space is unmeasured
as future projectory durations are futile
for the present
time is a provocative presence
with their backs to the wall
subjecting humankind
a balance with the course of its nature
having the incessant tock that ticks many off the wall
that faces trade with theirs
and that soulless thing of their objection
where lies a litany of unfinished deadlines
leaving these higher-ups against the wall
sharing their objections
whining that the clock had run out of its time
—preposterous
the vacuum of time is indefinite
there is no beginning
there is no ending
mayhaps the time of the day had expired
and if it be so
then there will always be a tomorrow
—time permitting
The people have spoken
They flexed their muscle
As change was demanded
Rattling the diplomatic cage
Forever shattering the mold
Politics will never be the same
Neither will fake news -
Fighting a wave of negativity
Bitter tongues wagging
Taking the easy way out
Sitting scornful on the sidelines
Criticizing screaming and whining
Not lifting a finger in an attempt
To make this world a better place
Just meddling and brewing strife
Tinting all with anger and bickering
Instead of trying to unite and
Leave all differences behind
Be positive and constructive
Stand in harmony in support of those
Trying to make America strong again
If you're not part of the solution
You're part of the problem
Stand up and show your patriotic colors
While there is still hope
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Submitted on February 5, 2019 for A POSITIVE PRESIDENT TRUMP POETRY CONTEST sponsored by ANTHONY SLAUSIN - RANKED 4TH (shortly after his 1st election)
Here are my instructions for when I leave this world to go into the “magic realm of possibilities”, the heaven on another plane. For it will be so much better, it will make this Earth life seem like the bowels of hell. Some of us are doing our best to create a heaven on earth here, but it’s still not heaven. Right?
When I pass through to my next adventure, I do not want sadness. I do not expect and will not appreciate wailing or whining. This earthly body which is worn out, and toothless does not want or need an expensive casket or a tombstone. Have you met me? Would I want you to give people a sad place to go and feel badly? Here are my specifications, short, sweet, and to be followed by whomever cares.
Laugh loud and hard, tell funny stories, pretend I was a comedienne. Be glad because I am in a very jazzy, graciously wonderful place. Dance and whirl and twirl and hum. I want you to celebrate my life with a “party.” If you make my grandchildren cry, I will hunt you down, and you will have the next party.
I want you to play my favorite songs –“99 Bottles of Beer on the Wall- all verses, and I mean it, “Puff the Magic Dragon”, and Cher’s “Gypsies, Tramps and Thieves.” If you really want to get carried away, you may play Liza Minnelli’s “Liza with a Z”. But be careful; this could easily hook you forever on her music.
If someone loves me enough to do this, please read Samuel Coleridge’s poem “Kubla Khan” at my celebration of life party. I guarantee I will be there, and I will love it! Thanks in advance.
This is it
I give up
I throw in the towel
I draw the curtains
I pull down the shades
I close the doors shut
Finito
The end;
No more haggling
No more beseeching
No more whining
No more whimpering
I'll call it a day,
Saddle sore
I am heading home
I am out of the race -
Get me off the grid.
World-weary,
Timeworn,
I am done.
Flat-lined
I am pulling the plugs;
I ran the gauntlet
Kaput
Stop the earth
I am getting off -
Sayonara!
I am just circling the drain -
Get me off this hamster wheel,
I am at the end of my tether,
I have just about seen
the last of the sunsets,
No more sunrises for me,
I am sitting fallow,
I am at the end of my rope
I am teetering on the precipice
I am hanging by the skin of my teeth
I am dying on the vine
I am ready to kick the bucket -
Uh...can someone
bring me a bucket please!
THIS IS A STORY OF "OLE" MEIN FABLE
WHO HAD A TALKING HORSE IN HIS STABLE
HIS COWS COULD TALK AND HIS ROOSTERS
COULD SING
THEY TOOK A CERTAIN PLEASURE TO THE JOY IT COULD BRING
THE HOGS DRANK BEER AND WORE LIGHT GREEN SADDLES
THE DUCKS ROWED BOATS WITH HANDMADE PADDLES
THE FROGS AND TOADS HELD BOUTS BY THE RIVER
THE WHEAT NEEDED CHORING AND THE STRAW SHOULD'VE DELIVERED
BUT "OLE" MEIN FABLES DRANK CIDER AND WHISKEY
HIS EX-WIFE WROTE HIM
SAYING I KNOW YOU MISS ME.
I GOTTA NEW MAN AND NEED SOME MONEY.
GONE IN THE SHED AND GET SUM FOR ME.
"OLE" MEIN FABLE STOOD AND SAID
SHE WAS A DRILL ON THE FLOOR AND AH HAMMER IN THE BED
HE CURSED THAT WOMAN UNTIL THE STORMS CLOUDS CAME
WHINING AND COMPLAINING
ABOUT SILLY THINGS
THE COWS HEARD THE CONVERSATION AND THE ROOSTER
COMMENTED AND SAID
AH RABBIT TOLD YOUR WOMAN
THAT WHY HE'S MAD....
THE ROOSTER SANG
PICK THEM TOMATOES
CUT THAT GRASS
DOUGH SEE DOUGH
YOU TALKING TO FAST
SNEEZE IN THE DUST
RAKE THE LEAVES
YOU WOMAN DON'T WANT YOU
THAT'S THE WAY THINGS BEE
Juliet Cat was an amazing high-drama queen
I am not lying, exaggerating or trying to be mean.
She used to spend hours on her balcony, lamenting her fate.
She had a crush on Romeo, an arrogant tom cat first rate.
The rest of us could not understand why she spent days,
Pining away on the balcony, whining in all kinds of ways.
She is never happy or satisfied, the other female cats said.
One was angry with her for sure, for her husband was dead.
She does not know real misery, the widow woman mewed.
A fight broke out in the alley, a mob mentality, one got lewd.
Juliet Cat did not hear them, she was in a world of her making.
Until the balcony began quivering, and violently shaking.
It’s a tornado! Everyone ran inside and put hurricane shutters up.
Juliet Cat was the first one to skedaddle with a friendly pup.
Things were touch and go, but some were ready to celebrate,
However, the roof came down and crushed Juliet; a horrible fate.