Money
A single metal penny or a piece of paper
I am countable with infinite power
I am ambiguous whether I can buy happiness
I can buy everything that makes one’s comfort
A share of mine can ease the house chores
A piece of mine can buy the joy of a toddler
A bit of mine can buy a rose for a lover
A part of mine can help to fly and dive
I disclose truth of people when I leave your side
With me you are powerful otherwise you’re fragile
I have many forms of luxury
that can make someone smile
Who says I can’t buy happiness
I am a moderator to buy forms of joy
Instead I can’t buy love with sorts of attitude of my possessor
I am that which you want to keep safe
I am the breaker and also ligature
That makes your friends and foes
I am a blessing to the poor
I can fill the palate of a hunger
I can smack a nation into dust
I can cover a body with cloth
With me you can get all articles
Without me you are nonentity in the world.
That’s the job that gave him Navigator
After goodbye to Lift Operator;
Months on the TV as Moderator
And a US firms Gum Distributor…
But Bruce had not wanted Excavator,
Rather Peace-Keeping as Mediator:
“All these awkward passions for artifacts
And choosing to celebrate old facts:
Inquisitive shovels disturbing soil
One might think one is prospecting for oil;
Forbears working on their forgotten face:
Intriguing findings they’d championed the race”.
From excavation grabbed ventilator,
Also, a machine with indicator
And soon a mansion with elevator;
Impenetrable to terminator…
Still, Brice’s true love: his black navigator
The Jeep he drives dressed like Gladiator:
Smart, American with fine radiator…
We have dfferent writers,
Can be story writer,
Or writer of letter.
Do you know poeter?
Is he a visitor?
In your head calculator?
You see his editor,
With his own moderator,
He is a creater.
Poeter is the newslater,
Like other social sector,
He is a inspector.
He is a instructor,
He is Like monitor,
Both workers and candidator.
Any news can collect,
News which is incorrect,
It can be correct.
A source of creater,
Things to better,
That is poeter.
The moderator asked question after question
Every response, a boring digression
Time sure is money
And that is not funny
So if you watched the debate
You deserve a rebate
Bugs whispered to Marvin in the pale moonlight
we can overtake this election with a strategic Martian fight
Marvin’s helmet fluttered as he muttered, Bugs, we could be the common denominator
Bugs Bunny uttered his plan to Marvin the Martian with Porky Pig as the new moderator
We could rattle their brains after Porky is trained and leaved them all flustered
Porky said he’s on board and gives his accord, is what he stuttered
October 7, 2020
The First Debate of Twenty-twenty
By Franklin Price
09/30/2020
The first debate of twenty-twenty
Was a sad state I must say
The moderator Wallace
Kept getting in the way
The rules were soon abandoned
As they left the starting gate
Was a shame that it all happened
Nothing, of it all, was great
Most of the mess was caused by Trump
He interrupted, left and right
Was not there for debating
Had come there for a fight
The media against him
Had him losing from the start
That hasn't changed since his election
He never should have taken part
No holds barred were evident
As the minutes moved along
I'm still voting him as president,
But what he did, last night, was wrong
Four years of frustration
Was his being on the stage
Asses always out to get him
Keeps him in a constant rage
Last night it finally happened
Could no longer keep it in
More debates, for him, are foolish
Because he'll do it all again.
What you see, is what you get
When the president is Trump
If he's not re-elected
We'll be a socialistic dump
I wish there were more choices
But, of course, that's not to be.
The first Tuesday of November
We will see what we will see
Spring is the eyes spring
Autumn is moderator
Winter is soul spring
life goes on
cool as an angels kiss
requires a crackling fire
moderator of my world
held in a cast iron stove.
first admission that seasons
are fickle, change inevitable,
rolling on through time
never quite the same.
gazing out through sheltering glass
my mind touches all that is familiar
trees, garden of drowsy flowers
up the path to the red door.
wherein I wait for…
All of us scurry on stage
Heels and teeth chattering
The judge fills out her page
Our dresses are less than flattering
Our moderator waves, we all engage
Unfocused thoughts start scattering
We pray our voices have come of age
As we perform the songs we'd been mastering
With a wave of a hand, the beauty begins
The piano starts off softly
We imagine all of our past wins
And hope none of us go off-key
The music moves with our hearts within
The last note ends promptly
We reflect on what the performance has been
And attempt to walk off calmly
We rush outside and wait on the news
Anxious to know if we succeeded
We acquire the post-performance blues
Then our movement is impeded
Our teacher looked disheartened, as if we all were destined to lose
But as a smile breaks, she says the judges' expectations were exceeded
We jump for joy and giggle, and gave hugs no one could refuse
Off to Disney we go, with the win we desperately needed
They smiled, shook hands and took their spots,
Preparing for a fight
And each made verbal jabs which filled
Supporters with delight.
They ducked and feinted, spewing words
To bring the other down,
Believing that by doing so,
They’d earn themselves the crown.
The moderator did his best
To keep them both on track
But it was hard because restraint
At least one side did lack.
The answer to “Who won?” depends
On whom you would promote.
We’ll learn the truth in several weeks
When we get out to vote.
Apathy
Something considered fraudulent
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But what did they say?
"Don't ask questions"
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Don't be fooled by their lies
{Green Gold} {Privately Owned Prison}
Afraid of the boogeymen
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Like gladiators, though in suits,
They marched onto the stage,
Their confidence or nervousness
Impossible to gauge.
The moderator welcomed them.
The crowd gave their applause;
And then we held our breaths, in hope
Of seeing someone’s flaws.
Their words lashed out, attacking,
Modern weapons they were wielding;
And both repeated errors –
To the truth they weren’t yielding.
We squirmed a bit at things they said
And silently entreated,
Encouraging our candidate
To not act so defeated.
The commentators waited
‘Til the battle reached its end
And then declared the winner,
Which supporters would defend.
At home, we turned the tube off
And, elated or dismayed,
We wondered if the undecided
Might have gotten swayed.
With two more competitions
Plus the VP’s set to meet,
It’s too soon to determine
Who will end up in defeat.
A book discussion group is reveling,
Delightful entertainment; always fun.
A bunch of book enthusiasts seeking
A monthly intellectual session
Expressing individual comments
About a previously agreed on tome.
A moderator will then supplement
The session having questions taken from
The volume. Answers vary largely due
To many peoples interpretations.
Because of this, a critical review
Commences that becomes a formation
Of closely knitted literati buffs
Whose views are never stated off the cuff.
Accessible,adjacent,adjoining
Akin and alongside-
A man made for us.
Close,connected,contigious,
Neighbourly and nigh-
A man made for us.
Mentor,mediator,moderator
'Twixt and between-
A man made or us.
Advocate and honest broker
Intervening interceder-
A man made for us.