Judgment Awaits
Miracle Man
3/10/2023
Today is reality, yesterday’s a fact,
and from our yesterday’s, we’re helpless to redact.
Our past, a storage bin that will always contain,
good and bad memories, both, forever remain.
Which leaves us tomorrow, and It’s always unknown,
and we will be judged, on life’s seed that we have sown.
Beginning, End
Twist, Bend
Middle, Redefine
Illuminated Mind
Move, React
Push, Redact
Intel Released
Posture a Fleece
Meaning ~Leaning
Tower of Pisa
Topple, Resurrect
Fortify, Re-elect
Gray, Slate
LOVE, Hate
Divide, Slide
Initiate, Hide
Uncovered, Blunder
Naked, Asunder
Truth ~ Ado
To You and you
Written by Trudy Schrader on 05/05/2022
Are you sure you want this knowledge?
Of why I never finished college?
Or where I went that one week.
When I was at my peak.
The scars revealed I cannot redact.
That time in my life when my dignity was attacked.
I shall dust off the guilt that I have once inhabited.
Are you sure you want me uninhibited?
Or would you rather me wander away.
And forever you will wonder what secrets I held at bay.
Poem
Poet
They don’t always match
It is not exact
I mean, opposites attract
Every brand new batch
Of poems can detract
From the original, not intact
The idea that did hatch
May not become tact
The meaning now abstract
But I guess that is the catch
When you make a pact,
Or rather a devil’s contract
To somehow patch
The little compact
Of inspiration, from which you distract
Yourself from your detach
That cut you off mid act
You try to reenact
And reattach
Disregarding the fact
That you were the one to subtract
Actual creativity to snatch
At the chance to transact
Quality to make an impact
But it all went down the latch
I guess all it did was counteract
Your initial goal, inexact
From the world, you unattach
And live on in redact
With no one to interact
Forever to be a mismatch
Written on December 3, 2020
Anther shamanic sunset in the upper Midwest
Magical brush strokes and hues that redact your mind to the test
Assisted beauty consolidating at the end of day
Memories of the heart that are created to stay
Mitch McConnell believes in fair play
Just as long as it all goes his way
There is no fact
Mitch can't redact
Or Donald J. Trump will make him pay!
Redacting History
Written: by Tom Wright
5/27/2019
By cultivating falsehoods that we hope will grow,
We omit things from books so others won’t know.
We spin the truth and from our history redact,
Telling lies with frequency until accepted as fact.
But time once lapsed, becomes set hard and fast,
Whether ripe with goodness, or deplorable, its cast.
The past is a storage locker accorded constant recall,
But too many spin the truth in order to enthrall.
Many aren’t content unless they keep the pot stirring,
The changes they’ve made have the truth now blurring.
This new slant on things, future generations will sway,
But spinning the truth won’t make bad things go away.
“It takes two to speak the truth--
One to speak and another to hear”
Henry David Thoreau
You act like you’re all that -
gaining green when you rap,
but I say lines of utter crap
come from your verbal flap.
You lack and I can back that.
My slapjack, whapping facts
would not be rinsed with tact
since odds are a massive stack
of my fly responses so snap
they’ll waste yours to scrap.
You’ll bleed a need for a map
just to sense our distance gap.
I could secure a win wrap
in the deep sleep of a nap
with word whirls of pure blur
punching, crushing your rap,
maiming your able so unstable
it’s incapable to react transact
any how to track your ego back.
My hit of truth would impact
and sack your rap so abstract
that my heard word redact
would squish lisp yours compact,
then subtract, detract, refract
and ransack precisely exact
the trash you call a talent act.
So, go! Sate-debate my rap trait.
Nick Trim's 8 Mile Style Poetry Contest
March 16, 2018
Mob frenzy - 'rationality lay dead'!
Amidst all frenzy - rationality lay dead!
does excited mind ever bring any good ?
Of what use is knowledge, if it falls prey;
leaving reason behind and enters the fray!
Game of numbers, not a way to succeed;
melee prevail, process of thinking recede!
Headless and rudderless - lost insight,
creeps-in only towards muscular might!
Tradition and culture that's set on violence,
blunts thinking men, stunts thinkers to silence!
Nature's law is ever to progressively adapt,
in long run, it's seen to successfully redact.
Matter of time for thy realisation to dawn,
opportunist, played you a sacrificial pawn!
Doomed is the cause found on false premise,
resultant effect - towards its natural demise!
( … if you catch me doing one of these.)
Naming any baby Finton,
voting for Hillary Clinton,
complimenting Nascar,
moving to Nebraska,
using "literally" to mean "very",
calling Derry Londonderry,
uttering the word "redact",
claiming Johnny Depp can act,
saying society's to blame,
mentioning fifteen minutes of fame,
feeling sorry for Amanda Knox,
watching anything on Fox,
or even one second of Jerry Springer,
making speech marks with my fingers,
drinking alcohol alone,
admiring Sharon Stone,
labelling anyone a pagan,
sighing "bring back Ronald Reagan",
playing Rod Stewart's "We Are Sailing",
paying money to see Van Halen ...
(and if ever, instead of clever,
I say smart,
I promise to wear -
right there -
a target across my heart.)
I'm Media
By Franklin Price
8/18/2016
I'm media, must be on top
To tell whole truths would be a flop
If not exciting, ratings drop
And advertising bucks would stop
I use this sequence to begin
Find out the facts and put on spin
Your loyalty and faith to win
So ratings never drop again
To be on top and cash receive
Make small adjustments you'll believe
Takes little practice to deceive
The bare bones truth would make you grieve
What is it that you want to hear?
What kind of words to fall on ear?
Ones of comfort or of fear?
It's all for ratings, is that quite clear?
A lie discovered, I can retract
If written down, I can redact
A truth I say is only fact
If I did that how would you act?
Went to the Hill learned from the best
The home of spin its place to nest
To think of self before the rest
You find the truth, there'll be a test
LET THEM CLAIM THE BLAME
I could blame it on befriending a bastardized crowd
The raucous, rambunctious, rowdy and the loud
I could invent and explain excuses exquisite in exactitude and fact
But they may all be ones I’d be forced one day to redact
I could recite by chapter and verse why I am what I am
And from where all my vices and errors may stem
I might, for instance, instantaneously infer
That all my problems are due to him or to her
I might find people foolish enough to trust in me
And buy into the falsehoods which I doth decree
Sympathy could be a response I’d like to receive
And it wouldst be wondrous if they’d all believe
I may swear by the universe the lies I might tell
And how I came to live in a living hell
However one day I’d have to defend myself with hurdles to vault
Because if the truth be known my addiction is only my fault
© 2011.….Phreepoetree
LET THEM CLAIM THE BLAME
I could blame it on befriending a bastardized crowd
The raucous, rambunctious, rowdy and the loud
I could invent and explain excuses exquisite in exactitude and fact
But they may all be ones I’d be forced one day to redact
I could recite by chapter and verse why I am what I am
And from where all my vices and errors may stem
I might, for instance, instantaneously infer
That all my problems are due to him or to her
I might find people foolish enough to trust in me
And buy into the falsehoods which I doth decree
Sympathy could be a response I’d like to receive
And it wouldst be wondrous if they’d all believe
I may swear by the universe the lies I might tell
And how I came to live in a living hell
However one day I’d have to defend myself with hurdles to vault
Because if the truth be known my addiction is only my fault
© 2011.….Phreepoetree
I USE MY GENIUS AS A TOOL NOT TO BECOME A FOOL
Say anything, do anything and try anything you care to
But I’m not falling for a phony like you
Your words pass your lips like waste through your intestinal tract
And a subject that the truth of you will ultimately redact
Tell me, write me, or smoke signal me, I don’t give a damn
So listen to a learned one such as me ma’am
I ain’t paying attention to your written words, but it’s actions I require
Nor will I buy into someone who could be a liar
I didn’t invent lying, I only perfected it
And when I lie people have never rejected it
See, what you don’t dig is that not everyone’s a genius such as me
So if you want to talk to me pay up, because I ain’t buying, even if it’s free
Say, do, and try whatever you care to do
But remember, I’m two score smarter than you
So try, lie, deny or do whatever you will
But I will not pay attention to what could be your scribed swill
© 2011.…..Poefree
LET THEM CLAIM THE BLAME
I could blame it on befriending a bastardized crowd
The raucous, rambunctious, rowdy and the loud
I could invent and explain excuses exquisite in exactitude and fact
But they may all be ones I’d be forced one day to redact
I could recite by chapter and verse why I am what I am
And from where all my vices and errors may stem
I might, for instance, instantaneously infer
That all my problems are due to him or to her
I might find people foolish enough to trust in me
And buy into the falsehoods which I doth decree
Sympathy could be a response I’d like to receive
And it wouldst be wondrous if they’d all believe
I may swear by the universe the lies I might tell
And how I came to live in a living hell
However one day I’d have to defend myself with hurdles to vault
Because if the truth be known my dependence on dope is all my fault
© 2011.….free cee!
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