“Turn the page!”
Beth begged, the almighty’s rage
“Is this a real combative stage?
Released from its contained cage?
Prayed her questionnaire
Wondering if anyone cared
Teed off a bit
Beth held back, throwing a fit
Instead, she headed towards the links
Goal, pondering and think
This is a fairway
To live a day
Make it to the green
Only a dream
Find the pin
Earn a win
Knowing it takes a nice drive
Along with a cry
Screaming ‘what fore’
Let’s show war
The door
Peace should reign
Enjoying this parfect game
Where eagles and birdies, never blame
Or complain
Fortune and fame
As a hazard instigating pain
i sat down,
and filled out an online questionnaire ,
that they didn't write,
they wanted me to lie,
pen tapping,
like a slow drumroll before the painful hanging.
have you ever felt hopeless?
who hasn’t?
do you ever think of dying?
don’t we all?
do you hear voices?
only the single one that keeps me company.
the questions were rigged,
like a loaded deck,
at the hard rock casino here in Tampa.
she wasn't even a shrink,
and now her words decide my fate,
words scribbled for a paycheck
stamped official by women in white coats
who don’t care if I make it out alive.
they called the sheriff,
had me cornered,
had me drowning in fear,
be honest, but not too honest,
or we’ll make the choice for you.
betrayed by health and psychiatry
betrayed my trust,
betrayed by a system they help fix,
that never wanted me well,
just wanted me quiet.
i am,
closer to seventy than to sixty,
why don't I have the right to have some control over what I put into my body?
the same control that they want over
their reproductive rights, wombs and -
They study me like the news
They out there counting my views
Only when I'm getting numbers
They want to ride in my cruz
But to myself I stay true
I'm never afraid to lose
I am under no record label
Man I do what I choose
Life is a questionnaire
Every mistake that I made
Really makes me learn
Really draws me near
Closer to my success
While I'm running my race
In Pursuit of Happiness
And I will smith
Even though the silver is rusted
I tried to go for gold
But the satan got me busted
But earth is temporary
So I verge in fidelity
For God and Divinity
May my life be fulfilling
And a good life
Abundance, Goodness and Mercies
A table you prepare
In the presence of enemies
Father grant us success
And grant us your prosperity
This is a day he made
So rejoice and be glad in it
Just to see the doc, you have to fill out a questionnaire.
It's an N.I.H. mandate that really isn't fair.
You're required to cry your heart out, and list every secret,
And hope the ones reading it will also quietly keep it.
How the N.I.H. uses data, no one knows for sure,
But ask them what they do and they'll quickly show you the door.
To get the Medicare benefits, you have to follow rules.
It seems that the N.I.H. is making us look like fools.
Pharisee Simon gave meals to Jesus, the Bible says.
Did he wash his feet? Did he give him a fraternal kiss?
All these a woman of the town did in her unfeigned ways
Did she long for freedom from her sins and eternal bliss?
Tears, like the floods of a monsoon, cascaded from her eyes.
With these, she washed the feet of Jesus; wiped them with her hair.
She poured alabaster on him, as though he were her prize.
With its scent, rose in Simon, unsolvable questionnaire.
Why doesn't he discern plums from bitter-guards? Simon thought.
Doesn't he differentiate good women from street girls?
From cynicism, Simon's mind to optimism, Jesus brought
From love, as per Jesus, forgiveness, like blossoms, unfurls
The woman left, like a new-born, sins forgiven, grace-filled.
At the all-holding nature of Jesus, each one was thrilled.
Is planet earth heaven’s waiting room
Are we flowers awaiting to bloom
If we are here meant to love divine
Why the wreak of devil serpentine.
Answers to questions are elusive
Are we put here to create music
To write poetry to leave behind
Or paint pictures from artistic mind.
Why is there moon and stars in the sky
Why does time so quickly pass us by
Are other humans out there somewhere
Can someone complete the questionnaire.
I guess we’ll never find reasons why
We are here in the world you and I
Though whilst we’re here we must do our best
To relish life for it’s God bequest.
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.
Got a jury questionnaire –
They really have some nerve!
I’ve paid my dues; I’m not so young
And I don’t wanna serve!
There must be people willing
Or who haven’t once been called.
Perhaps it’s time the system
Was completely overhauled.
Let all of us who’ve served before
Be evermore exempt,
Or else they’ll have to deal with
Someone totally verklempt!*
*flustered, nervous, overwhelmed (Yiddish)
I have heard of a Stanford Warren,
Who chose to live in lands barren,
Self submitting to predicament;
It was simply not God’s Commandment.
Warren tags it Rich Self-Denial
And swears “Decision is final!”
By full choice “Rock of Gibraltar’
“You can’t me change from your altar!”
Was he after A Transformation:
Out testing some dropped information?
Former neighbor: multi-millionaire
Former best friend stinking billionaire
He’d tried a fact-finding questionnaire
The First had slept in a dust bin,
The Second long punished his skin…
And to Fifty-Year-Old Warren
His surest bet: lands badly barren!
Pain is just a messenger,
That cannot leave until you give an answer,
That shows you understand the question,
And filled out the questionnaire to the senders satisfaction,
And attached a plan for future action.
Smart people don't shoot messengers,
They stop when lights are red,
They install smoke alarms in places they rest their head
And don't put unread notices in the bin,
And always hear out any messenger who comes in.
ensnared I submitted to prayer
impaired, tho I shared
unfair to the slayer
I had my faith
That allows me grace
In placed I played solitaire with the soothsayer
My choice, my voice…
Get thee behind me Satan
You naysayer, purveyor I shall not entertain your questionnaire;
For whether on my knees, laying down or standing (I forswear )
I shall ALWAYS be in PRAYER
10/23/19
Written by James Edward Lee Sr.
Black Blazers we all wear;
I just sit and stare;
Hearing about things I don't care;
Do not close your eyes, just don't dare
Do not speak your truth, Oh! they will just glare;
Step out of the line, your reputation, Oh! it will be marred;
They all say, 'A chance like this is rare';
They tell me, let it break and tear;
It is just your soul, no one cares;
I am in their lair and their echos blare,
My life has become an unanswered questionnaire,
Written by their unware hand in this unnecessary warfare.
I cry beware, but others say it is our chance to polished silverware
And so it goes, I am a fool, a fraud who acts like this is my legionnaire.
1 Syllable
air · bare · bear · blair · blare · chair · cher · claire · clare
· dare · dear · err · fair · fare · flair · flare · frigidaire · gair
· gare · glar · glare · hair · haire · hare · heir · lair · lare · lehr
· mair · maire · mare · nare · ne'er · pair · pare · pear · prayer
· rare · rear · sare · scare · serr · share · skare · snare · spare
· square · stair · stare · swear · tear · their · there · they're
· ware · wear · were · werre · where
2 Syllables
affair · anywhere · aware · belair · belaire · belare · beware
· compare · declare · dispair · eclair · ensnare · forswear
· frontiere · healthcare · impair · mcnair · midair · o'hare
· pierre · prepare · repair · st_claire · takecare · unfair
· voltaire · welfare · westair · whitehair
3 Syllables
billionaire · debonair · delaware · disrepair · doctrinaire
· everywhere · javier · jeanpierre · millionaire · questionnaire
· solitaire · somewhere · st_pierre · unaware · underwear
Fill your lungs, inhale a fresh breath of air
and just relax; life isn't a questionnaire,
admire its beauty; it is everywhere!
A chapter in an ongoing story,
you pursue a chance for fame and glory;
a mundane life is not mandatory.
Pause time long enough to set yourself free
of fantasy dreams and hyperbole;
and tether hope to the now, or it'll flee.
Drinking lies and partial truths undistilled,
you realize most dreams don't get fulfilled;
and yet, Hope supplies the urge to rebuild.
Reality anchors your foundation;
yet, you're a unique sentient creation,
don't lose touch with your imagination.
Liberal or conservative
the questionnaire asks
about migrants.
Fred’s in the middle.
Asked about The Wall
he writes that he sees
nothing wrong
with hungry illegals
crossing the border
looking for work and
nothing wrong with
the Trumpeter Swan
sending them home
as long as no one is
killed in the process.
But okay to give them
Wyoming and Cheney.
Plenty of room.
Donal Mahoney
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