People are separated from good food,
Babies delayed reunion with mother’s breasts;
The innocent begin to ape the crude,
Killer attacks a fresh retest of previous bomb tests.
Gravediggers maximize their income,
Mortuary services twenty-four hours;
The solders keep working the atrocious sum,
The chief sponsors of graveyard flowers.
War is their job in camouflage
In branches clad and leafy things;
All battles are a business of sabotage:
The flapping of deception like wings
Soldier faces, a garden of tattoos,
The identical twins of Yoruba masquerades;
Their arms asserting what paints do:
Very expedient things during raids
CIA’s involvement is reasonable guessed,
KGB’s quota remains frightening;
Some kind of godforsaken race is stressed,
God forsaken shows of might heightening
Is time we sang it like a song:
Peacemakers have never been wrong;
A war mongers with journalists moving his jaw
Only talk about the breaking of the law.
Of course, the East Coast of our country's best
to come from overseas...or here, from West.
A place in New York's suburbs meets the test
to plan a PoetrySoup meeting fest.
What fun if we could join for a gabfest
and see the faces of those poets blessed
with talents, we all share and so attest
in online comments pleasantly expressed.
We'd each recite our verse from a contest;
share words that come alive as they retest
to stir emotions with nuances stressed
through images portrayed with heartfelt zest.
For evening, plan a show, fine food ingest;
next day, perhaps to Poet's House suggest.
A dream come true if this idea professed,
becomes a working plan that is addressed!
March 12, 2019
Contest: The First Annual PoetrySoup Convention
Sponsor: Line Gauthier
https://poetshouse.org/
I must confess
And do protest
Needless request
Then retest
Do not OBSESS
SLEEPLESS. Lack REST?
At best count sheep
Then speak and reset
Phenomenal address.
NOW
relent
Consent
No contest
Restrain
Contain
Insane
Now, retreat don't creep
Don't peek get sleep. Then
Address all request.
PRICELESS.
My doctor says I’m overweight,
I’m in the orange band,
To make it to the yellow zone
I’ll need a helping hand.
So he’s cancelled Sunday breakfast
And sworn me off scotch eggs,
He’s drained my car of petrol
Chuckling ‘Learn to use your legs!’
But I don’t really buy it.
There’s alternatives to diet.
I used to have a ponytail,
So first I had that chopped.
I filed off my fingernails -
They didn’t do a lot.
I syphoned every orifice,
That’s ears and nostrils too,
Then shaved all up and down the stairs
And blocked my pores with glue.
I bought myself a leotard
All webbed and made of feather
And leaf-thin flip-flops filled with air
(I’m hoping for good weather).
So the morning of the retest came,
I wandered down the road
And got savaged by a pit bull,
Who chewed off all my toes.
And thanks to that good fortune,
When I stepped on the machine,
The doctor said ‘I’ve got good news!
You’re one gram in the green.’
I love you GOD
But I do not understand
When is it that you will let this pain
Come to an end!
I tried to end it myself
But you wouldnt let me
Wh the hell do you continue to test me!!
Im not strong
My body and soul are weak
I have nothing
Im obsolete
Ive failed its over God
I tried my best
But its done
And I do not wish to retest