Is there any who will challenge circumstance?
On this place of 40,000 writers, how many care?
Maybe many arn't active? Did they get tired?
Some have died..This I know.' Good talented men
Women, I wonder?? I am not much for waiting.?
Not these days, people are starved of knowledge
Denied vision, there has been subtle and overt
Bullying since1920 till now..Now its getting more
Agressive, louder more volume less quality.'
Accountabilty.? That only describes numbers now
Thats all the Media nephalim are inrerested in.'
Period.' How low can they push? all who challenge
The death of the nations? as low as they allow it to
Go.' Thats it..' we can live for better or allow worse
And die in ignomy.' What gain is that? If we allow
Ourselves to be pushovers, it still hurts when the hit
Comes..Are your eyes closed? And is that because
They are swollen from some earlier punches? Or is
It just that you welcome the firing battalion.. Not a
Squad.' Today this epoch..Is one of utter wastefulness
So the ideaology equals current endings, save no reality.'
Categories:
pushovers, abuse, addiction, assonance,
Form: Free verse
Son, let your mouth strangle silence -
The silence that breeds pushovers
For profitless is the burden of a caged tongue
When spikes in thy bottom doth lodge.
Son, let not the bubbling discourses,
Of the raucous raconteurs
In cold blood, butcher your hardihood
For rhetoric is just but the flailing of the tongue.
And, Remember, O son, the ways of the wise;
That gold lies snug in potted jaws,
And a little chatter cocktailed in a little hush,
Make amity in the depths of humanity.
Categories:
pushovers, africa, anti bullying, encouraging,
Form: Free verse
What is it about us and our kind
Quietly sitting there
Not calling out the bullies
The liars the cheats the fake
Taking it passively from that
Whole class of degenerates
We’re just interested in being happy
In our little world of art and whimsy
We don’t have it in us to push back
Be it thick-skinned politeness or
Delusional optimism on our part
Is it anything less than our way
Of nodding sheepishly heads in approval
Not daring to retaliate and take a stand
For fear of speaking out of turn
Is it just our way of perpetuating
The bloodline of victims
Of pushovers and doormats
For fear of getting involved
Wallflowers not wanting to stir the pot
We want to carry on in fantasyland
Where lighthearted our type treads
Believing life can and should be fair
With everyone wanting to live in harmony
In our little world everyone gets along
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
Posted on March 7, 2019
Categories:
pushovers, anger, anti bullying, confidence,
Form: Free verse
She acted tough.
Called herself spider.
Built an enormous wall.
Around her feelings.
She scared newcomers.
They shied away like crazy.
Afraid of her bark.
Not knowing there was no bite.
She used a gruff voice.
Laughed at her whimsy.
Smiled at their fear.
Knowing they were in no danger.
In actuality, she was such a pushover,
This was her only way to say no
When she used to always say “yes”.
Pushovers often have to do this.
Categories:
pushovers, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form: Free verse
I'm crazy for following my heart.
I'm insane for not giving up.
Pushed down.
Looked over.
At least I'm not like some,
Who are just plain pushovers.
Tear me apart,
Piece by piece.
I'll pretend it don't effect me.
But don't worry.
I do get even.
Watch your back,
Beware.
It's not a talent
But a pleasure
That I yet to dare.
But surely, I don't play fair
Categories:
pushovers, life,
Form: Free verse