These days too many people feel entitled
Not just as individuals
Entitled to basic human rights,
But as some special group
Based on their sex,
Race, religion, party or class.
And if this offends you
Then you’re probably one of them.
(9/1/26)
THE GLASS EGO
The jaded heart doth stop and start,
posed on a weak pretense.
Assured in self beyond the pale,
a peacock on the fense.
It proffers not romantic end,
and does so on the sly.
Corrupted deep and long ago,
a snake with stalking eyes.
Alone in love or solitude,
it strikes without a thought,
like cornered beast compelled to fight,
it's destiny was wrought.
To run and play another day,
a front with which to hide.
This fated heart's not set apart,
the pain's pushed deep inside.
A wall too high for eagles' eyes
ensures a sightless plight.
A heart so blind the light offends,
oft crashes in the night.
The toughest fight oft fought within
twixt truth and darkest past.
Forged in the fires of fear and hate,
an ego made of glass.
Lots of
people online
that we
do not
personally
know
tend to study
peoples poems
to psychoanalyze
their everything
but don't realize
the person
they might be
analyzing
is actually
very kind
and very calm
and very mature
but perhaps treated
like a servant
or maybe not
but they still hate
or they orchestrate
socially
engineered
situations
to try
and throw someone
emotionally
and spiritually
off balance
because their joy
offends them
which is maybe
why they restrict
and try to
judge folks
for how
they choose
to respond to
their jabs
and tricks
all while
everyone else
wonders why
I personally
always distance
myself from
other people
who take pride
in their cultural
sociopathy.
God acts
Man reacts
Action unites
Reaction divides
Action explains
Reaction complains
Action amends
Reaction offends
Action reflects
Reaction regrets
Action is effort
Reaction is comfort
When day draws to a close
I shall smell a rose
The scent of my feet
Isn’t nearly as sweet
And rather offends my nose.
In fact they’re so bad
They’d make a rat gag
I’ll only wear sandals
Around scented candles
Which is really quite a drag.
Amy the tier-one junkyard cat upends
When her ‘I don’t care’ cattitude offends
She stalks, strikes, then eats
Has no time for treats
Mice used to be fast food but now are friends
Sputnik the panther jungle cat has fun
Laughing as all the humans try to run
Some run as fast they can
Some stop to make a stand
Either way their denouement has begun
Gray Blue, by Lisa Norton
Gray skies. Gray cement walls. Gray gravel. Gray emotion as I lead myself single file into the long line that yet again stands before me.
Yellow shirts. Yellow skin. Yellow anxiety within the veins. How can it be so lonely in a place so full?
White pads. White eyes. White teeth. Nothing is so white as when remembered. Purity lost. The white cloud has long since passed.
Brown plastic. Brown squares. Brown rectangles. Their corners are soft. The delivery of process is rude, yet the sentiment is understood.
Pink Polish. Pink nail. Pink singing on the neighbor’s radio. There is never silence. Silence offends the slightest offender.
Black print. Black boots. Blackened hearts. At least I pretend. No point when all advantage is taken of remote beauty here.
Red eyes. Red sun. Red uniform. Everyone face the wall. Don’t look. Do not make waves in this red sea of animosity.
Blue spirit. Blue thoughts. Blue as LeAnn Rymes sang. But he told me, “the skies are bluer”. Ahead, the clarity is awash. Blue days.
Hanging hope on garden roses
Licking love from silver spoons
On the run in tundras frozen
Throwing howls at the moon
No true way to leave the castle
Though you came here on your own
Sometimes you are a prisoner
Sometimes you’re on the throne
Though his rugged mange offends you
His venom’s nothing new
Still he keeps you close to him
Beauty is a beast too
My neighbor lady, Treena, has a 'thing' for cats
Says they keep her home free of mice and rats
She pets their heads and their butts, she pats
when some of the snippy felines get into spats
She shares her loveseat with all her furry friends
On tasty cat food, a huge amount she spends
Three smelly kitty litter boxes often offends
the noses of her suitors, her visiting boyfriends
Treena took some offense at a certain politician
who has dissed cat ladies in his own admission
She won't vote for him in vice president position
and signed it "Cat Ladies Against Vance' petition
So, there she sits with blue clogs upon her feet
Content with saying, "My life feels so complete."
When the cats all meow, begging her for a treat
She gives them a pinch of catnip instead of meat
Her home is filled with lots of scratching posts
and there's not one cat that she loves the most
If they could speak of Treena, they would boast,
about their kind human and drink to her a toast
I’m all about being free
to make decisions for my body;
I may not partake or need it currently,
but I get to choose what’s right for me;
Yes on four and yes on three;
I’m not going to say it gently
to conform to ANY part of society;
I may not be the one to instigate loudly,
but I can become a wildfire when need be;
Yes on four and yes on three;
I’m baffled by all the dialog lately,
to say you know best offends me greatly;
I may belong to a different ideology
but we must be free to disagree;
Yes on four and yes on three.
GOD, so loved the world, he gave his only son.
China, so loved the world, they gave us COVID,
instead of a cure for CANCER.
Politicians, so loved the world,
they tried to suppress voter's rights.
States, so loved the world,
they legalized marijuana,
making it easy to get high.
People, so loved the world,
unless your skin color offends them.
A bully once roared in my face,
macho bluster, lacking all grace.
I said “Do you mind?
I think you might find,
your breath offends my personal space.”
Racists today are those who label others racists.
It’s no different than labeling someone a witch
long ago
in the hope of directing the hysteria of the crowd
their way.
People who are insecure
for whatever reason
need to bring others down
to justify being down themselves.
Is it racist to acknowledge racial differences?
Of course not,
just as it isn’t speciest to acknowledge differences in species.
People who acknowledge these differences are called
biologists.
People who acknowledge racial differences in humans
are called talent scouts (doctors and detectives)
as their racial profiling
gets them looking in the right places
for the best athletes, artists, scientists, engineers (diseased and criminal).
The world is, if nothing else,
a place of specialization and differentiation
each region, each people
evolving its own
strengths and weaknesses.
And if this reality offends you
you’re likely one of those accusing others
of being racists.
(10/4/23)
There was a man from Donbas
There was a man from Donbas,
who sat on a headless ass.
"Hey! You're going the wrong way!" he did say,
"and your breath smells of foul grass."
So, moved to the States he arranged,
dreaming of the wide open plains.
There, he too rode the same headless ass
and complained the view never changed.
So, he rode north to Canada,
where pike swims in lakes over tha.
But alas, he rode the same jackass
and nearly died from hypothermia.
Now for the south, he done rode,
way down to ole el méxico.
While riding his preferred headless steed,
he complained of the same poop show.
Let this be a lesson, dear friend.
When you roam to the ends, with no happiness to lend,
and find yourself riding a headless ass,
It's not the world that offends.
You simply mounted the wrong end.
And you must change before you die from the gas.
by, Martin Braun
August 22, 2023
The names have been changed to protect the innocent. Any reflection of the Democratic Party, socialists, the left, or communists is simply a coincidence.
"All a man really wants, is a girl who looks good in a bikini." - Jack Freestone
Upon your mind set it purely depends;
Self-respect of girls it greatly offends.
Men, tighten all your minds’ screws;
Picture yourselves in their shoes.
A view of this kind surely needs amends.
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