robust lyrics
winged-voices blest without angst
no pressers
pleasure and glory of God
winged-voices soar without war
a morning score
no bombs, no television
unflappable peace
no reporters in trees
paparazzi unheard of
joy of joining
in the singalong-chirping
with lovely weather
no choppers to ruin tweets
the twilight birds asleep
Categories:
pressers, angst, bird, freedom, peace,
Form: Verse
The eagle is hurting –
His wings snipped,
his majesty vacated;
replaced by the rats
of pigeons: Just a gray
common color – what
is left of a flamboyant soul
once the spectrum of individuality
is gone – bleached out by
Marxist designers and
and pressers. They plan for
the people the garments
of slaves – hoarding Gucci's
and Cassini's for themselves
and profligate offspring –
Equality seldom reaches
beyond their walls...
never approaching their
Elite doorsteps, paved
with slates of innocence....
Categories:
pressers, humanity, perspective, philosophy, political,
Form: Free verse
When life seems all backed up
with pressers all around
I slip into the bathroom
and let my trousers down
It's private and so quiet
and I like the cool white seat
with my back against the porcelain
it's quite a soothing treat
Now, once I'm all relaxed
I reach for stuff to read
And somewhere through Jan's poetry
I do my dirty deed
They say that Michelangelo saw his sculptures in a block of marble before he started carving---God only knows what Jan sees in a round porcelain bowl to inspirer her to write phoop! LOL Jan, God Bess
Categories:
pressers, humor,
Form: Rhyme