Resorting Poems | Examples

Batman and Robin

Wardrobe malfunction for Robin,
resorting to needle and bobbin ~
mishap happened behind a church
leaving Batman high in a lurch.



AP: Honorable Mention 2025

EXPLANATION

She wanted to know
Why I loved her so.
But I lose the flow
When I try to say
Why I feel that way.
I start to explain,
Then start once again.
Start functioning brain!

I’ll try one more time.
Quite desperate I’m
Resorting to rhyme.
I love your blue eyes,
As blue as the skies.
I love that you’re wise.
I would write some more
But she’s slammed the door

Bidens Quandary

Mumbling, stumbling, inaudible rambling,
The pity, the pain all but Biden now feel,
A spent man bereft, resorting to grumbling,
The fishing line out for opponents to reel.

How did we now reach this insufferable place,
Where a once wily Joe spun his fine web,
Enticing, enveloping with street gotten grace,
His mock Irish banter making folks fall in step.

The ravage of age, that indiscriminate scythe,
Lacking compassion, blind in its grasp,
Cutting down poppy's both lowly and high,
Never once stopping to ponder or ask.

So it falls to the man, with loving advice,
To know when to pen those few final chapters,
Leave it too late and it's a roll of the dice,
A legacy lost and good name in tatters.

Blind pride a sheer folly at most times in life,
Obscuring the path that shows us the way,
The one to traverse with safety not strife,
Avoiding its grasp, not falling its prey.

Country the goal before lowly ambition,
Wisdom and service the call for each day,
This is America's greatest tradition
The foundation from which no leader should sway.

Sheer Persistence

When things are somehow going wrong
And get you in a funk,
It helps to try to lift those spirits 
That have sadly sunk.

Resorting to plan B or C
May boost your sagging state 
And going for a walk or ride
May more than compensate.

But trying different avenues 
To fix a major plight
May prove that sheer persistence 
Can make everything all right.

Suffering and Death

We all destined to suffer pain and death 
and great sadness on earth. 

Pain and suffering are always inevitable.
Men suffer because of sinfulness and carelessness.

Human brain has the highest intelligence 
but their choices and will power cause negligence. 

We all live to suffer, to prevail is finding meaning through suffering and dying.

People need to learn how to settle their arguments without resorting to violence.

Threat of resorting to killing is irresponsible 
and irrelevance.

Men must seek God to amend for their wrongdoing, 
accusing blasphemy is lack of reverence and insulting.

©?aroque

Death Holds Promise

Swirling autumn leaves
for whom no one grieves,
consumed by a storm,
envelopes our form.

Nodes within us stir
and all chakras whir
as our soul's tribute
to death resolute.

Eye ought not be pleased
seeing leaves deceased
yet this transition
sparks bliss ignition.

In death there's beauty
but egos snooty
resorting to guile,
are in denial.

Our heart knows what's true,
let's life pulse renew;
each transformation,
our meditation.

21-October-2022

Aura

Hazy, hot, stagnant heat with cough
Humidity reaching 100 degrees
Waiting for storms to cool off
And also maybe a cool breeze

Resorting on water to get by
I think I prefer winter and woodstove
I feel like I’m in a fog, like I could cry
Dreams of being in a cool ocean cove

The heat wave has lasted a while here
It’s been a tough summer in many ways
I know others struggle lately everywhere
As we try to hold onto hope these days

A lot of effort to survive and get by
Holding onto faith, love and light
Remember, you are not alone
When there’s an aura like the dark of night

Heidi Sands

7/24/22

A Woke American

There is so much they don’t know
They will ask but they don’t like the answers
It is not that they ever question them
They are always different from their beliefs
They will never admit that their ideas are wrong
But they will not admit any others are right
They get offended if anyone calls them on it
Sometimes resorting to crying or hiding away
They are modern, woke Americans
Safe knowing that their ignorance is protected

© Poem – MII/***/MMXXI
Lord R.e. Taylor

Seek the Joyful Moments

Seek the joyful moments for grander living,
While keeping your head held firmly high
For life is frequently cruel and unforgiving.

We are given few opportunities for reliving,
To change our life’s course before we die
Seek the joyful moments for grander living.

Always eager to practice sincere forgiving,
Giving no credence to any monstrous lie
For life is frequently cruel and unforgiving.

Avoid at all costs resorting to pitiful sniveling
Which can begin with a self-indulgent sigh,
Seek the joyful moments for grander living.

Every day, try to find time for thanksgiving
Try to see all things with a discerning eye,
For life is frequently cruel and unforgiving.

Early in life try to discover the joy of giving
And add it to the creed you live your life by,
Seek the joyful moments for grander living
For life is frequently cruel and unforgiving.

written October 15, 2021

Hazel

Her Hazel eyes suit me, my apologies to the people of love, I know you are all greedy, I know her eyes suit all of us.
Her eyes turn us into a paint, 
The waiters are becoming Tango dancers, 
The lotus flowers are raising to offer loyalty and love;
The palm trees and the fruits on the palm trees are turning Hazel;
The rice fields are resorting to her,
The tree of Life coming to seek life out of her eyes,
The moon is becoming Hazel, the sun is already Hazel.

She flicks her fingers and everything turns into a paint, 
you wish to have it, 
but you can't have it, 
because you are trapped in it.

Read the Label, Please

Read the label, please



There's an ever present misery measure we humans live/die to choke
blame on anything/one that's not us involved. 
Rationalization, my right hand,gossip, the tool of the m asses
is a good key to that ever-present padlock of stoolish whining 
about our tofroupdowninout ill framed decision makers
resorting to open blaming others, alive or otherwise
for our every pinched plight poorish purpose, a sicklic
intelli-dunce approach to our only one time proactive earthly ride. 
Thus Protract yr crude cranium from yr **** atmosphere of 
non nominal unthunk rituals, constipated criss-crossed calamitous capitulations of WTF? Get it right, tubular, on point and move toward the light of Mind 
over mush my friend; add/subtract/multiply/divide trading
in yr socio/domestico sad stilted neo
seculoethic impertinent ignorance aplenty aside,
for an in and or un solvable resolution into yr own soulful sink
to a resent-ful evolutionary end game waiting room. 
Close cover before striking.

Scrabbling

Oh, what a poet I could be,
If it wasn't for Babslou93.
Each day new words come thick and fast,
Each one I think I'll make the last,
But no, I can't resist the lure,
I send a stonker right back to her.
Then back she comes with thirtyfive,
I strive to keep the game alive,
My paltry twenty she jumps on,
Sixty eight, where did that come from ?
I'm really stuck - I've got a Q,
Defeat is clearly now in view.
Resorting to strange words, it seems
Nothing can outwit her schemes.
My every little plot is thwarted,
I'm really feeling quite exhausted.
The end's in sight, a final flourish.
She's won the day. My game was rubbish.
And though I'd like my breath to catch,
No chance, she's after a rematch.
And so the hours are whiled away,
As urgent matters of the day
Are sidelined, but pleasant I agree
Is Scrabbling with Babslou93.

The Time Has Come

The time has come to damp down gridlock and polarization
  For the country's citizenry to treat each other with basic decency
    To stop resorting, at the slightest offence, to righteous indignation
The time has come...

The time has come to stop shouting and screaming, to restore civility
  To stop finger-pointing accusations and character assassination
    To stop the invective, the slander, the libel, and to act with dignity
The time has come...

For leaders to get off their soapboxes, to cease the endless bloviation
  Not to promise 'free everything,' to promote fiscal prudence, feasibility
    To acknowledge the populace's apathy, to lift the veil of total frustration                                                                     
The time has come...

Common Thread Second Strand Za

Skull and Crossbones alumni) 
passed along ancestral line when 
cock sure rooster spent 
     however long with a hen
     guaranteed supply grunt workers     
oxymorons helpless to get even.
“Bosses” male ordure 
     trained as prospective 

     male pecking wives, 
     who with Robbie 
     didst rig the game to win 
endemic nepotism deeply entwined 
     from one to the next kith and/or kin,
rode shotgun, viz nemesis 
     resorting to: “silent treatment”
against protesting lumpenproletariat 

     boot gnome hatch 
     against hardy thrive 
     off crene della creme limn
back before thyme 
     bred from for
     gotten slight, min
us school Kudzu, gone
 
     now and agin 
gastronomically ferociously carniverous 
     selected and enveloped 
     postal stamping brutes 
     rampant suffocating nin
come poops figurative 
     thorn in side of aristocracy 
     heavy-duty industrial strength
 
     pesky original pin 
sir blithely festered, 
     nursed, and stewed 
     from unforgotten 
     perceived or actual slight
engendering infinite yawning voids 
     defying aid of Patch Adams 
     or Doctor Quinn.

For the People

It looked an alluringly lovely swing
Or you may say a band of rainbow
The pretty bend like a bow hanging
In the middle was it the arrow

A moving bow with rhythmic steps
Crossing the bluish shallow river
A walking beauty a wonder object
A filigree in memory to stay forever 

I zoomed my lens and was taken aback
A girl with a bamboo pole on her right shoulder
At the two ends hung from the rope black
Two yellow pails filled with water

I stay three kilometres away
She gestured at the sound of the breakers
I carry water from this well everyday
And sell it to the thirsty neighbours

Many girls my age do this job
There is no other source of water
It is far better than resorting to rob
She went on saying as I gazed at her

Her eyes glistened
The morning stood mum
In wonder we listened
The reality humdrum

Soon she began
Her rainbow walk
For the broken cans
A handsome rock
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June 4, 2018

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