colored dots
the deal
wide& closely
spaced
joined-up
large-scale
real
in popular
appeal
an
ambivalent
pastiche
off
the leash
other shapes
irregular
parallels lines
or waved lines
in
Four primaries
yellow, black magenta
&cyan
were the colour plan
another
was the
'small eye poet'
unconventional
&
innovative
versification
strangely
arranged
wordplay
with meaning
& the shape
they built
&
use
of the parenthesis
repetiton
to
make
impression
primaries, artpoetryword play
Form: Didactic
Brawling backrooms
swirling in smoke
Bloody negotiations
served up smart folks
Like Ike, JFK and
Harry S. Truman
No Hillaries or Bidens
~ or other clueless humans
primaries, americachangeleadershippolitical
Form: Rhyme
Pound who wants to Power assume
Shall the long search for it resume!
From this alone lots to presume,
Some of which could make someone fume:
Pound might seem a scary costume,
If election results rang doom:
In the primaries lost to Hume!
Loss at the polls appetite blocks
And the hugest dismay unlocks...
A Nude Pound would ascend Tower,
If this on palms should drop Power
A pound Bride Groom hold Bride's Flower,
If a condition for power.
primaries, absencecareercommunitypolitical
Form: Rhyme
yesterday
watched men try to ride
in some graceful fashion
a flying, spinning, gyrating, horned beast
for eight seconds
probably should feel sorry
for the exploited beasts
but none of them grimaced in pain
and limped away cradling
an injured limb
however
there was this weird,
hornless, white as snow "thing"
lurched out, fell back on the chute,
reeled and tipped, almost falling,
then it bucked, finally
too late for any good
red flagged when he stumbled
out of the gate
that sorry freak of an animal
is half the rider's score
if he can't do his part
it's a re-ride (on something better)
correct for me
to pity that poor creature,
I know–but––really?
his name was Trump Train
I'm gonna go find an election prop
and bet all I can wager
his namesake
doesn't survive the primaries
Trump Train
yeah, right
more like
Trump Train Wreck
primaries, political
Form: Free verse
Abstract artist Burgoyne Diller
made 3d reliefs when at the tiller
Simple shapes primaries on white
thus De Style came into sight
primaries, artpeople
Form: Clerihew
Black velvet painted by nature,
emboldened primaries of
red, yellow, blue,
melding into
secondary chromatic sensations
that, echo tertiary waves.
I flung my soul upon the canvas,
oozed my essence among the blends
and empowered singing paints
to release their rhythms;
expel their agonies and I
left them speaking in
tri-tones, quad-tones
raging vibrancy;
psychedelic amalgamation.
Even Nature vents,
releases her crystalline tears and
robustuous laughter upon this realm;
a wise old sage among celestial bodies;
her passions bleed upon our lives
and we drink, become one
with the soul of Gaia;
our heart songs pouring ecstasy,
right back into hers.
4-26-2021
ALL YOURS (Apr 26) Poetry Contest
Brian Strand
primaries, artcolorinspirationpoems
Form: Free verse
Your Choice for President
( a suggested method for democrats this next voting season)
By Franklin Price
6/3/2019
Who is your choice for president
Of all who chose to run?
To vote for them as “Idol”
Would be “American” for fun
When the final ones have entered
And debating fills the air
To cast some votes at evening's end
Would be something we could dare
Because there are so many
Divide them into groups of five,
By a drawing, fair and square,
To see how long they will survive
Ten votes, for each method sent,
Spread them out or all for one,
Must cast your votes, after they speak,
And before the rising sun
After the compilation
Has been totaled and is through,
The bottom three are outta there
Must find something else to do
The top two of each round move on
The rest of them are goats
They're then put out to pasture
Due to lack of cyber votes
The cycle then continues
Until only two are there
They move on to the primaries
To decide the one, if you still care
The winner meets the Elephant,
Who right now is Donald J.
Could be another opponent, then,
If the Asses have their way.
primaries, political
Form: Rhyme
She was in an inane land,
Unbeknownst to her, since
She was raised by
Diseased, rancid
Individuals.
Growing up with
Them as primaries,
She had no idea
That other children
At two did not have
To hunt down their
Breakfast and cook it
If they wanted to eat.
No one was there to tell her
About tooth brushing or
Personal hygiene. As a consequence,
Her teeth had rotted and fallen
Out already, and she was
Only 4015 days into her
Earth life.
11 years to you people who count
In Earth time.
She lived differently than
Most, but don’t we all live
Differently? If we compare
Stories with siblings,
primaries, 10th grade11th grade
Form: Free verse
I take comfort in being dead one day
Cold and cozy in the coffin
Snug in the grave paid in full
Sadly this is not true for me and you
Just because you can't see me
Doesn't mean I am not there
Just because I am not there
Doesn't mean you can't see me
See! All dead people can pull a lever
With some clever political maneuvers
Even if you are not inclined to be alive
Rise to the occasion of persuasion
Be reborn, re-registered as a Democrat
Vote the liberal agenda in disguise
Free will is meaningless when deceased
Leave the cemeteries for the primaries
No one ever really dies to be dead forever
It serves no useful power pleasure purpose
Why not be dead and alive in several states at once
With the snap of a political finger it is done
God gives eternal life and so do politicians
All you need is a name and place of residence
“The Cemetery” will do for ever lasting registration
To vote over and over again for the agenda
*Authors note: Sadly it is true. It is a reality that hundreds of thousands of deceased people will be voting in this upcoming and future elections. There are no laws or the will of the people or politicians to change this practice.
primaries, abusebetrayalconflictcorruption
Form: Quatrain
Bernie Be Out of Our Hair
(Being that there is not much of his.)
If someone the primaries were to contest
Would person we eventually have to arrest
Who themselves actually broke the rules
Supporters are fools playing with loose tools.
After losing, Bernie wants to feel embattled
And again as usual all of us he has rattled
Not only that continues to apply pressure on
Us throughout the night starting at dawn.
From where I am now and started to sit
Sure think that Bernie should ease up a bit
And then more for Hillary do start to care
Get back to normal and be out of our hair.
James Thesarious Hilarious Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
primaries, allegoryanalogyhumorous
Form: Couplet
To Hell with Party People
By Franklin Price
5/5/2016
To hell with all the people
Every woman, child and man
The establishment Republicans
Have ignored us all they can
In the primaries we have voted
For the one who's not with them
Who we want for president
Has the established party on a limb
Of course they do not want him
He never was their choice
What were we voters thinking
They're supposed to be our voice
They're standing on the outside
With the saw against the trunk
Won't be long 'til they are falling down
To the ground with all their bunk
They should see the large handwriting
Is on the wall to get them out
Our votes now should have told them
If there ever was a doubt
We selected them some time ago
They promised us a lot
In the end they were quite useless
Now what they caused is what they've got
primaries, political
Form: Rhyme
I don't trust Hillary Clinton because of the allegations that she's facing.
A future with her as President is something I would have a difficult time embracing.
Bernie Sanders is the Presidential candidate for me.
I've contributed to him and voted for him in the primaries.
Many years ago Sanders opposed segregation.
That was awesome and deserved celebration.
Congress passed Sanders' first piece of legislation for the National Program of Cancer Registries.
All 50 states now run registries to help cancer researchers gain important insight because of the effort of Bernie.
He was re-elected to serve eight terms as a Congressman by the people in Vermont.
Bernie Sanders has integrity and that is the kind of president that I want.
primaries, politicalintegrity
Form: Rhyme
Marching
By Franklin Price
3/1/2016
Marching into Super Tuesday
Just after Leap Year Day
Many States are having Primaries
The voters have their say
Looks like things have gone crazy
There's no rhythm and no rhyme
The Republicans are up in arms
Don't like it's Trumping time
Didn't mind the market share
When Trump was but a joke
A political apprentice
A piggy in a poke
He came out guns a blazing
Not politically correct
A breath of fresh air speaking
With voters to connect
Not one of the establishment
Who made the traffic jam
He spoke against them everyone
He didn't give a damn
Now that he's standing on the top
The party puts him down
If they had just had half a brain
They would not have let him come to town
Don't say I'm voting for him
Not saying that I'm not
Just saying that the Elephants
Deserve all that they got
primaries, political
Form: Rhyme
Negative Politics
By Franklin Price
2/10/2016
Negative politics are more
Since primaries have begun
To say someone is worse than you
Somehow is much more fun
It's not what you've accomplished
How you've gotten where you are
But your opponents' negatives
That have gotten them this far
Doesn't matter when it happened
Could have been a fluke of birth
As long as it is negative
It has to have some worth
Negative preferred by media
They don't know when to stop
Underhanded insinuation
Will bring their ratings to the top
Blame it on the public
Who enjoy watching the fall
Murder, drugs and politics
Anything that will appall
Playing hooky when in high school
Cheating on a college test
Not voting for a foolish bill
Bragging on the family crest
Not being raised in poverty
To have to bring themselves along
Forgetting to place their hand on chest
For the national anthem song
For the many things they may have done
For which they might repent
Having nothing to do to qualify
To be our president
Voters, think of your exposure
Evaluate all you hear and see
Don't let the negative politics
Elect the president to be
primaries, politicaldrug
Form: Rhyme
Reckless desire midst the lack of composure in words
I'm lost in an infinitely vernacular coloristic state of bliss
Where words are seen only in the primaries
As I see you in you in colors that don't exist
primaries, girlfriend-boyfriendhappinesslovepassion
Form: I do not know?
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