manipulators fall short
they don't achieve
no honour to report
they're just weak
competition avoided
witnesses none
petty defiance
sinisterly done
this their weapon
whispered ideas
even threaten
vicious toward fear
leading down
not true leaders
feeling crowned
woeful weakness
selfish uncaring
fake when sparing
twisted daring
two faced staring
entitled in their minds
non progressive with time
victims of crime
sympathy onside
they don't think beyond
stuck this day and night
conclusion foregone
delusion says their right
abusing authority
never a majority
silent priorities
perspective victory
a belief they know best
stand above the rest
yet never contest
nor win yet feel blessed
they are scum
they are dumb
they're not fun
humour, they've none
but they live in their own little world
thinking the way of aged 5 boy or girl
they believe in just a path blind to the field
mentally and physically make you hurl
Categories:
onside, corruption,
Form: Rhyme
Saltcoats born,Saltcoats bred
His darts left many a defender for dead
Had he not been flagged so often for offside
His haul of goals would have sky-highed
His quick reflexes the eye deceived
Leaving linesmen blind to his onside speed
This was a Lisbon Lion with a cheetah's pace
Forcing defenders to foul rather than chase
Faster by far than any other
He caused defences all sorts of bother
Let us recall with affection wee Bobby Lennox
To opposing teams always a marauding menace.
Categories:
onside, eulogy, soccer,
Form: Rhyme
PARDON? Not sure I heard you right?
Sounds like you said war has glory,
each time a ruler marches to a fight,
you only hear one side of story,
there is NO glory in war, you make me sick,
your obviously a pathetic little prick!
You hear what's needed to get you onside,
the propaganda machine, busy on overdrive,
you the taxpayer, pay for the ride,
pointlessly these cycles seem to survive!
Did we learn no lesson from previous events?
listen to the 1% sat in plush apartments,
Ooh, the money to make, the profit from doom,
the stockmarkets not all the rich make boom!
A wunch of bankers gamble with lives in a room,
thanks to bloody crown and gate
all is on the rich's plate,
it's also the fault of those who recruit,
without soldiers you can't pillage and loot,
so come on jarhead, don't sign up for killing,
let love instead take highest billing,
there's better resolutions than just blood spilling!
If a portion of wars cost instead were spent,
helping countries much needed development,
isn't that a greater improvement?
to build bridges not bombs,
replace bullets with songs,
better ways to right wrongs,
can't we all just get along?
©John-Ovan.P.Hull
Categories:
onside, war,
Form: I do not know?
i want to say i took my shot and snared the woman with one thought
held my breath, tempting fate, i gave myself the day to prey
charged at the door from across the room i knew it simply wasn't true
traps and guises failed my amorous pursuit
i want to say all my truth from the moment i set eyes on you
masked and hidden from suspicion, the mouth speaks with aimed precision
words waking moments of shared pain following through side street plain
unarmed and adrenaline fused we went home
i want to do things with you that bring us back to childhood
learning with a string onside, tickling your recurved spine
our education a lifelong goal forging a promise: we'll break the mold
ignoring warnings and what we were told
Categories:
onside, girlfriend-boyfriendeducation,
Form: Free verse
Reach for me,
Two each,
In story.WE
are HIstory...
Who's hurry.
No worries,
Life is here,
in the onside.
What a ride.
Special in heart.
Twice as smart,
Discovering art.
Do you hear,
The Wind there?
Reach...
To each... teach.
Share yourself.
Give your know.How.
Categories:
onside, peace
Form: I do not know?