So what I kept some stuff
A few small keepsakes, merely fluff
They make such noise, so much dumb fuss
Their indignation careening like a bus.
Now they think I'll spill the beans
Use my powers by any means
I can clearly hear their screams
Trying to figure out my schemes.
All hot air like a balloon
Their pouting makes me want to swoon
The media bellows noon to noon
More newsworthy than the landing on the moon.
But oh what fun when dear old Joe
Was caught with files of which he didn't know
Or so he claimed to hear the crow
Of countless minders rushing to and fro.
And now comes Pence my dear old friend
Whose pious indignation never seems to bend
So let me just this little message send
He who laughs first laughs loudest in the end.
Categories:
minders, america, angst, funny, humor,
Form: Rhyme
It needs to be populated,
needs a landscape, skyscape
or seascape
some gymnastic escape
into a cloud-forming poem.
Mind meanders,
it picks up diamonds and garbage
from its endless highways.
Mental are the minders
of our inner fires.
Space to be filled
made to talk
from a universal nothingness.
Finger-painting moments.
Populations emerge
over a dim horizon
walk until almost seen,
then too often they turn
only to walk away.
Categories:
minders, poetry,
Form: Free verse
Finnegan’s horse heard on the grape vine
The local mafia were in a bit of tizzy
Trying hard to find who was leaking
Deepest secrets to the local bizzy
Nobody suspected Finnegan’s horse
As he trod his steady course
And day by day month by month
Over a decent period of time
Statistics were showing
More detected crime
And finally it was decided
It was such a safe place
Even the home secretary
Dare show his face
With only a dozen local minders
And thirty or so body guards
To keep him safe as he made a speech
Then quickly rush back Londonwards
Finnegan’s horse caught the talk
As he plodded majestically past
And to pay his sincere deep respects
Broke wind with a resounding blast
And the national press of course
Paid their respects to Finnegan’s horse
Saying how privileged it was to be there
To hear two separate sources of hot air
And Finnegan’s horse was pensioned off
Swearing blind it was an accident
No disrespect was really meant
And Harry Finnegan still loved his horse
But not in any carnal way of course
tbc
Categories:
minders, animal, horse, humor, inspirational,
Form: Rhyme
Cave Kellers and Dig Wellers
David J Walker
Christians that go to hell
will have one
Hell of a story to tell
In the
Nick of time but no place to
Dwell among tent dwellers the
Cave kellers the dig
Wellers the rhyme
Travelers the street
Sellers and day
Sailors the night
Failures the pay
Traders the flesh
Peddlers the time
Piddlers the mind
Benders the fence
Minders the prime
Lenders the crime
Numbers the prince
Paupers the door
Stoppers the bargain
Shoppers the grass
Hoppers old teeny
Boppers and hogg
Sloppers with chart
Toppers and good
Coppers and hoola-
Hoopers and party
Poopers and hot
Peppers and self
Checkers and fat
Backers with back
Packers of heart
Stoppers and flip
Floppers and hot
Flappers and splish
Splashers and party
Crashers and hot
es and bad
Bastards
Christians that go to hell
will have no one to blame
in the hottest of flame
But one hell of a story
to tell
Categories:
minders, allegory, christian,
Form: Rhyme
I'm pining, they're whining
I want to announce,
Biden is flailing, Democrats whaling,
Give me the nod and watch me just pounce.
Timing’s the key, I know they want me,
But all my square minders
Scratching their head, tossing in bed,
Remind me to follow the words of our founders.
Fighting the British with forces quite skittish,
Washington uttered these very wise words:
“Your enemy's rotten, their gains are Ill-gotten,
They'll flutter and flail like little lost birds”.
With that thought imbedded, I shan't be
Hard-headed
To follow the lead of a man I adore,
With Joe on the ropes, dashing all hopes,
More now than ever it's of me they want more.
Categories:
minders, allegory, celebrity, confidence, humor,
Form: Rhyme
Trump returned home, empty handed
while in Congress Cohen grandstanded,
recounting more malicious misdeeds,
as sycophants yell pro-Trump screeds;
Trump paid off mistresses, faked his wealth,
conducted illegal acts and obscured his health;
lied to German bankers cause he wanted team,
football gods blocked that particular dream;
Trump again contradicted intelligence minders
hoping our citizenry wore its bullsh** blinders;
while followers racist and nationalist incited,
how much longer before this man’s indicted?
Categories:
minders, political,
Form: Rhyme
Fruits of Passion
As extended branches test my hunger
I grip the fruit you have become,
ripened as the winds go streaming
Slashing through my tussled hair
yon branches quickly to defend,
though fight I must if I shall have you
This fruit is tempting, young and pure
Through its flesh my teeth they probe
Delicious as the love of life does grow each spring
Dripping down my chin, the juices
of every one that has disallowed,
sweeter when the bowl is full, unable to take in much more
I beg, I reach, I grasp, I claw
Your vibrant eyes they look away,
these roots are strong, holding tight to every probe
Tighter still I feel the warmth
It covers me in splendor spent
I lie beneath your locks so soft and beautiful as is the dawn
Touch me deep inside my soul
This claim is but a fabled speech,
my love to linger till the approaching sun
The fruits of passion fill the senses,
tastier than is the thigh
forming in the minders fashion
This is why my beating heart cries
tears of joy as are your lips
Countless times my dreams have fallen well inside
Categories:
minders, passion,
Form: Free verse
Wear your scars proudly..
This morning a friend asked me to take a "selfie"yeah I do sometimes..was a close up..she asked me to smile..which I did ..but then she noticed as scar above my lip..had forgotton about that..was from a fight many years ago..but it got me thinking..I do have quite a few scars..here n there..some from accidents I have been in..car accidents..some from bicycle spills...hold up attempt...others just being idle..I know a lot of women with scars ..some from childbirth others from operations female operations..but importantly..it reenforced the many..many times god has taken me thru these situations..leaving me with little re
minders that he has never left me..always been there..I thank him..and I wear those scars proudly.you should too....
P.Nairne
Categories:
minders, appreciation, god, me, uplifting,
Form: Light Verse
Dotted Lines Of Footprints
Dotted lines of footprints
Across The shell strewn strand
Fleeting proof and not so subtle hints
of passages of child and man
Tell-trail trace of Human presence
Impressed deep into the sand
Doomed to be no more than flimsy evidence
Soon erased by Neptune’s hand
While not far away there also lay
More substantial prints of child and man
embossed in bed of ancient clay
Unfazed by Nature’s hand
Dotted lines of footprints
One fleeting...One made to last
So different and yet so similar since
They’ve both become the past
They both could be reminders
To Us of the Fleeting nature of time
And that we might be better minders
...Of the prints we leave behind...
Categories:
minders, environment, imagery, inspirational,
Form: Dramatic Monologue
Manger
Miniatures to touch.
Messiah’s cradle where
many came to worship.
Magi bearing gifts of
myrrh, frankincense and gold.
Minders of field and flock,
make haste to the new king.
12/21/16
Merry Christmas And Happy New Year Pleiades Contest
Sponsored by: Andrea Dietrich
29 words
42 syllables
173 characters
Categories:
minders, christmas,
Form: Verse