My opponent will destroy democracy
But my opponent will normalize hypocrisy
My opponent pays hush money to whores
Well, my opponent snoozes in meetings and snores
My opponent’s in cahoots with radical progressives
But my opponent’s tax cuts are regressive
My opponent is in bed with Putin
Well, my opponent for Iran is rootin’
My opponent’s spending will stoke inflation
But my opponent’s plans will increase starvation
Enough! Stop! Cut! Halt!
It’s not all the other guy’s fault
All this negativity makes one thing clear
I’m voting for the first candidate I can cheer
Noble northern lights
illuminate the
nocturnal sky
(a gift from the
Solar Kingdom):
an extreme G5 s*T*o*R*m
hammers a little
blue marble
BLISSfully violent
yellow god-star bombards
incorrigible northern Kingdom
firing plasma out of
golden fingers
poking fragile magnetic womb
mocking creeping missions
(led by mercurial demons
floundering in forever wars)
Inept kings bathe in
stunning aurora
oblivious to wily
worms chewing through
the Global Brain
reveling in regressive
annihilation
(on a glorious bloody day!)
Click on the World
vaporize your finger-->!
mismanage escalation
meditate on
a yellow book
whispering wisdom
lying low
inhaling/exhaling
yellow dust (*~*~*)
whispering through flipping
coins & changing lines
_ -- _ -- _ -- _
unable to access
the Answer
in dimming light
Please reboot us
Please forgive us
Please END the Game
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The trouble with love is that it ends
the thing about love how does it begin
one sided or shared, shy or no fear
love can be trouble, love can be trouble
Why must we fall into it
or lose it before we knew it
that love was always there
waiting to long it disappeared
The trouble with love is it obsessive
makes you possessive
childishly regressive
only to see it dismissive
Love takes all your time
wanting it solely thine
becomes a must need
showing your selfish greed
All you do to get it
anything you never regret it
than the ecstasy becomes a bore
lacking your desires explore
Never satisfy, love is lacking
that something you keep attracting
and before love really even begins
the trouble with love is that it ends.
some poems ask to be naked
they have no use at all
for punctuation
not even for an en dash
an em dash nor hyphen
they play with a flowing grammar
that must be read like water
or paddled through on a leaky canoe
the poet can then hide behind
these unchained words
while demanding to be truly heard
while of course
all the suggested literary pauses and in-breaths
can be just a matter of spacing
it is quite a scrabble game
one played with disjointed symbols
on blank tiles
a stylistic approach that can
if done right
be thought of as avant garde
or pointlessly regressive
but
we all like a nude
a form without garb and baggage
and perhaps some of us wish
wish we could walk on water sometimes
Woodrow Wilson, back then a progressive
Now considered a wholesale regressive ~
Just think, Hilary / DJT *
What will you soon be ~
Deplorable compulsive-obsessive
*If Republican, read 'Hilary'
If Democrat, read 'DJT'
Alternatively, read 'JRB,' -- (Joseh Robinette Biden)
They're truly dumbfounded as to why hordes of parents are pissed.
That their children are being labelled inherently racist.
or perpetually oppressed...
When all children want to do is share a square of sand
(no regard to the color of skin).
They're truly clueless as to why hordes of parents are pissed.
That they're children are being drilled with complicated topics of sex
When they don't even know how to spell or do simple math.
They're truly dumbfounded as to why hordes of parents are fighting back.
Against "teachers" and administrators who want to shove innocence down their dark rabbit hole of hormonal tinkering, genital mutilation and moral oblivion.
Let them grasp what a noun is before tossing funhouse pronouns at them.
let them walk a rainbow instead of constantly being slapped in the soul with a barbed version of it.
In short let them just be children...
Fill their heads with the blossoms of literacy, kindness and respect.
Don't fill their hearts with the ball bearings of every societal tremor.
I'm dumbfounded as to why they fancy to call good-attentive parenting an act of terrorism.
Punitively regressive are 'Progressives'
Defunding charter schools
Crippling the academically aggressive
Denying school choice
to gifted students
from poor families ~
without a voice
One should never stop sharpening
One’s axe. This is an awakening
Where there is a will, there is a way
Let’s explore oh come what may
For new horizons always show
To understand many a hollow
Keep on challenging oneself
That’s the secret to success shelf
Avoid comfort zones that kill
Our latent talent and zeal
For stagnant water never does heal
Adding to the tasks just uphill
A little saving and huge strategy
Keeps you on par with all prodigy
Save bucks when there is a chance
So that thy life gets enhance(d)..!
Avoid the folks that are regressive
Surround thyself with people progressive..!!
Every moment and minute does count
For those who want to surmount
The apex chair in professional field
Flaunt thy attitude like a shield..!
Avoid monotony and boredom
Lead thy life with all freedom..!!
.
I -
Me
Get- Going
Learn - Education
Acquire - Job territory
Fulfillment - Of desires
Experiences - At peak
reverse swing - Sets in
String returns - Swing
To base Rest - Home
A regressive- Path
A return to Heart
know Me- BE
@ Self
d
r
o
p rogress
Abortion on demand and euthanasia
Life as sacred -- out the window
Police-free neighborhoods of guns and gangs
Innocents shot dead, no remorse, no pangs
Such desecration of Life is highly regressive
Why, O why, is it deemed 'progressive'
The same people who are demanding
I put a suffocating thong over my face
are the same ones who lift sieves from borders
and invite in the slag along with the gold
the ones with no respect for law and order
the same ones that demonize all police
the same ones who close an ocean
because of a stray rogue on the beach
the same ones who claim
they can stop rioting with a hug and bubbles of love
the same ones that showcase the rarities in society
boiling our souls for the sake of blood ratings
the same ones that release violent inmates
into society to protect them from the flu
the same ones that are defacing honest Abe
the same ones that use retirement homes
as halfway houses for rapists and drug addicts
the same ones that rip toilets from their mansions
to avoid paying taxes-while raising mine...
that's why you can bet your sweet "regressive" behind
that my thumb will be turning red come November.
Premier Stalin was a gangster
an armed robber who
'became' a Marxist
'progressive'
Murdered 120 million
of his fellow Soviets
Seems to me his 'career'
was regressive
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Thanks to Sand Blown for
the changes made to this
poem on August 22, 2020
Your question, well-taken,
S.B.! Appreciated! ~gw
i insist on suffocating slowly
still
i refuse to die
imposing my will to weakness
avoiding applying the “why”
implications are closing in, opressive
my mind is open, fluid
suggestive
interposing meaning and form with
the spoken and written letter
the light source filtered through all this
wreckage
the squeaking moving in, opressive
regressive, the way my vantage remains
a disjointed unit-whole
you persist, and i suffocate quickly
you ask so nicely for me to die
deposing my God damned will to power
why do i seem to avoid the “apply”?
THE SYMBOL ON MY HAND IS BURNING
into the flesh, and back out from inside
illuminates Prison, a chasm, a prism
dividing a spectrum of impossible light
we wholly refract the soma, the psyche
The Panic transforms into beauty inane
compulsion, obsession, redemption, addiction
we know we’re alive
we perpetuate pain
Sharing space with myself
replaying ‘what if’
Symbiosis conjoins
the jazz in the riff
The progression regressive
separation be damned
My shadow imploding
—in a joyous ‘I Am’
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019)
Equality; There is really no such thing as equality. How can there be if we are all different. There is, however, such a thing as fairness, but not yet. Not enough, anyway. Society; It seems the more progressive society gets the more regressive it gets. So far, it seems. Advice; When choosing between money and fame maybe one should take the money instead. ha ha.
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