What’s to love about skating?
Maybe it’s the feeling of being as free as having wings?
Escaping the world that held’s the blades of ancient kings
The norm that causes the destruction of art
And the deterioration of mankind’s heart
What’s so wrong with skating upon Saturns rings?
Wishing for something without the feeling of being tied to strings
There’s so much tyranny and irony in the world
So much people fighting for rights and to be heard
There’s so much greed
So what’s so wrong to want to skate upon Saturns rings?
Who are the countrified?
The too-soon petrified
Who wooden gods deified,
With them identified;
Their ways not modified…
I see The Countrified
In “Norms can’t be defied!”
Who had gin edified,
With kernels satisfied…
Their cherished game slapstick,
After meals fingers lick:
Those who meet the sodden,
When much damp the wooden;
Dew-soaked their monthly shoes,
For which the police ask ‘‘Whose?”
On “Who are countrified”
Please, in me you confide…
some may remember the
long past remainders of old
early twentieth century years
wars and depressions wracked
cultures to the ground and people
shared with poor hungry strangers
most workers were of a manual education
with poor language and academic skills that
reflected a whole society stressed for decades
now times are different rules and regulations
to preserve profitable new consumer social norms
and also the illusion that the early days are over.....
well - stress is still with us - so
canada's one dollar coin -loon symbol- brands it as the 'loonie' andt
the two dollar coin has morphed its name to be the 'twoonie' thus
walking into a store or paying a bill can be seen a loonie toon-ed adventure
stan sand
On the lap of the foundation of love the smile sits like a wall and peace sets up as the roof of nature’s perfect structure called children where there is no love,smile and peace let not to sit there children as by all passed norms it isn’t coming under a home.
I can't wait for the leaves to go
release their grip and slowly blow
I hope the wind blows really hard
so the leaves land in my neighbor's yard
I am prepared for the coming storms
in defiance of the changing norms
I'll build a SNOW MAN, make SNOW BALLS
fill his pipe each time he calls
For he's allowed to smoke the "weed"
legal now, it feeds his need
his eyes as deep and dark as COAL
in his pocket a tin of SKOAL
He'll stand there handsome, tall and proud
distanced from the milling masses
holding up a sign that reads
BEWARE, FOR EVERY SEASON PASSES
John G. Lawless
9/9/2020
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A-dministration's
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A-nd
N-orms
T-o
I-ntentionally
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E-nemy
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
Why fear corona?
Practice social distancing,
Stay locked in, wash hands
18.4.2020
There will come a time
When thinking of this year’s Covid 19 rhyme
Will we wonder if we did the right thing
Following the rules and what they bring
The social distancing we have practiced
With washing hands and being less interactive
How will it end after society being stopped
To start it all again and see the virus dropped
The Spanish ‘Flu came in three waves spread
Increasing each time the numbers of the dead
Will we be left with a similar problem for us
Returning to normal times without a fuss
The lessons learnt should make us better
Being ultra clean to the letter
And social distancing being society’s new norm
So no shaking hands and 1.5 metres apart without scorn.
© Paul Warren Poetry
Oh throw off now the virus swarms
This too shall pass like a wild storm
Different ways of lifestyle forms
In oneness humans will conform
Look for emerging novel norms
Hopefully help experts perform
Kindness touches all that adorns
The human heart bears the scars of lies,
cause deceit is intrinsic to Man.
And should the bonds of trust unravel,
Reality copes the best it can.
Betrayal is all too familiar;
feeling trapped, with no way to retreat.
For when life's non-receptive to dreams,
you get trolled by failure and defeat.
Wanting to find a pathway to love;
Hope persuades your heart to take a chance.
But when lies overshadow the truth,
dreams collapse as if pierced by a lance.
Struggling in desperation's grip;
teardrops fuel emotional storms.
And fighting feelings of depression,
you're mired in self-doubt, searching for norms.
A wave of confusing emotions
can weigh down a heart drowning in tears.
And tides of regret rise as you sleep;
stirring nightmares and dredging up fears.
I met Danny at Norms on the weekends
it's a cheap coffee shop that serves
decent apple pie and good steaks
sometimes there is a long wait for a table
other times we hustle right in
Danny was waiting for me at a table tonight
he waved when I came in, ten minutes late
anyways, there was a lot of traffic but
that's no excuse, I got on the road late
busy playing around on the computer
Danny talked about playing poker
he had a lucky day at the table the other day
and today everything went bad
I wanted to tell him to check his astrology
but I just sat and listened
Danny always orders the porterhouse and then
takes the bone home for his dog Jake
I always get the New York Steak with a Caesar's salad
and a baked potato.
Danny and I are the best of friends
he was a big drinker back in the day
those days are over and now he just
complains about smoking too many cigars
it's always nice to see him.