When food and clean water linger moments from lips and anything else at our fingertips,
Quadruple consumption settles to stay and anything paper is just one click away
When they sell us our problems bottled cutely as cures, but the only real answer seems to be
MORE
And hillsides are speckled with hot springs caged in now man’s only purpose is to feel like he “wins”
When invention’s mother shifts from necessity to ease, you get all you want and don’t even say please
Addiction to dopamine is clawing up throats and it’s never enough for who needs it the most
When she is raging and screaming and ravished apart and not even this can appeal to our hearts ---
We are broken.
Is there only one shot?
Not all can be lost
Can we bring back paper box tops?
The wounded sigh of a father,
Tells his concern for his child
Whose actions seem stupid and wild.
The wounded sigh of a teacher,
Reflects his worry for his pupil
His progress, if he can’t quadruple.
The wounded sigh of a wife,
Shows her anxiety for her better half
As she senses a threat for her marriage graph.
The wounded sigh of a doctor,
Denotes his apprehension for his sick person
Whose health does progressively worsen.
The wounded sigh of an emperor,
Is the sign of bother for the safety of his nation
As he sees his warriors’ gradual elimination.
The wounded sigh of an environmentalist,
Is the signal of his distress against pollution
And his search for the ways of its solution.
The wounded sigh of a peace lover,
Is the symbol of his hostility towards wars
As they destroy the lives of crores.
Do these glasses make us look fat?
Who looks worse, me or Matt?
I looked up to do a quadruple take.
A mistake I did not care to make.
Why are zebras so hard to raise?
They gave me a nod, Ted gave some brays.
We look silly in these glasses, right?
I did not want tears, pouting, or a fight.
You all look great, I fibbed through my teeth.
Dick scratched his tummy with his hoof showing us beneath.
We don’t believe you, we think we look chubby!
This was stated by their insecure leader, Tubby.
You look marvelous, terrific, I lied.
I wanted to get away, run back inside.
What do you think? She always says that
I gave them a wave, thinking they did look fat.
quadruple bypass
urgent surgery cancelled ~
a ticking time bomb
When might they be swarming the market
Eardrums deafening with pure racket:
The at-all-times mad desire
That makes importer a messiah:
Shipping bent on vomiting the goods
Over which the dying user broods…
A consumer’s quest for the newness
One’s government checks with a shrewdness,
Never ceasing to the Brisk Things tax,
A big loss should she choose to be lax…
Soon, Importer: Stinking Billionaire,
For this no research questionnaire:
“The checks know they should spare The Foreign
And just let the Enriching Thing reign.”
Do imports an economy kill?
You forgive them: citizens they thrill;
Their belief they’re in Europe fulfill
And variation stop from standing still…
Or else quadruple your exports,
Never compromised in their transports;
The other way of ploughing seaports
And a shake-up giving to Airports…
Your importations make China smile!
She sees you going that kind mile;
For Nigeria keeping a friend’s file.
But watch it: you stop venom-rich bile…
Don’t stop asking for electronics:
Your fun-loving kid’s animatronics.
1.29 plus tax
light it up
hour glass countdown
quadruple meltdown
she keeps her lamp burning
but it's illegal
3000 years
Animals and Nature
a double feature
Romance-Murder-Mystery
a triple threat
Adventure-Travel-Drama-Survival
a quadruple-duper
Nuclear War
~ Obliteration
Eating cake had become my mainstay...
the fluffiness of success and the sweet frosting
of victory
Oh, that sweet, sweet life of mine...
just eating and forgetting the bitter limes
Binging on triple and quadruple layers...
no signs of stopping and no cares
Opulent chins and fat rolls building up...
lethargy and amnesia becoming my death cup
The vegetables and greens of hard work and dedication I forgot....
foolishly, these core essentials I left out to rot
But that sweet taste quickly became bitter with jeers, I can't deny...
'cause last night I was served a nice big slice of 'humble pie
So I'm working out, dieting, and fasting...
henceforth natural whole food long-lasting
I will win this race I think forgetting that my body does not run.
I will dance my jeans off I believe forgetting I have a torn meniscus.
I will do a double triple quadruple skate move at the Olympics I brag.
My ankles groan, they are filled with arthritis now.
I will climb that mountain so high!
My lungs laugh, reminding me of our asthma
I will win all the marathons in the continental USA
Unless this frumpy dumpy flesh body holds me back.
Glory, glory, hear my story, it’s time for me to tell
oratory of a gory crime; for I must dwell
pre-purgatory ‘til I’m hoary slime in hell.
Jury, jury, discriminatory, my crime you must expel.
Sorry, sorry for past outlawry but I’m not doing well --
Damnatory is this multi-story sub-prime prison cell,
territory of predatory gangs and grime and smell,
inflammatory, fueled by fury, to prime my primal yell!
Submitted July 1, 2020 for the “Triple Rhyme Poetry Contest” sponsored by Beth Evans.
(Perhaps its a “quadruple?”)
Up, down, manji gamei
Flack on shoulders, somersault
Quadruple full flip
Facial Metaphor
Facial Recognition
Diagnosis Lawless
Frightens Kid's
Made for Radio and Halloween
Frightens Mirrors
Cauliflower Ears
Lazy Eye
Turkey Nose
Quadruple Chin
Wrinkly Forehead
Pockmarked Pasty Skin
The type of face
Only a Mother could Love
But with a Heart of Gold
The type of face
That is a Metaphor
Beauty is only skin deep
In the eye of the beholder
My Entry for
The Metaphor of your Face Contest
John Lawless
29 November 2019
Life is just like a boomerang
Give it a whirl and mind the whang
Velocity gain
Quadruple the pain
When it returns from whence it sprang
If I was Scottish I would be thrilled to be a carline.
Caren the carline. It has a jazzy ring, a charismatic sound.
Old? Check.
Witch? Double check, triple check, quadruple check.
A Wiccan is a fine label if you are from my family
Of well-hidden prophetesses.
I am proud of my secret heritage.
To do no harm.
One with the creatures of the land.
Natural healers and gardeners.
Lovers of life, and animals.
Caren the carline.
It has a snazzy ring.
Let me be Scottish….
Because I already am
In my soul.
Acing awesome atomic axel jumps
Baffling backflips and butterfly jumps
Completing camel spins and cross strokes
Dance jumps, dance lifts and death spirals
Eclipsing extensions and edge jumping
Fearless heights for fan spirals and flying spins
Gracefully gliding across galactic ice
High-handed hydroblading holiday headliners
Icebreaking intensity involving idealistic idols
Jagged jump jabbing combos and sequences
Kicking back killer knockout maneuvers
Landing leg wraps and laudable lasso lifts
Music momentum for mirror skating moves
Negotiating nifty new nimble numbers
Orchestrating an opening outrageous act
Performing in front of passionate patrons
Quantum quality quadruple jumps
Rehearsed till radically racy and riveting
Striving for split jumps and split twists spread eagle
Traveling toe step and throw loop and triple flips
Winter gymnastics on ice eagerly awaited year to year
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
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