No one says ‘ugly’
Who uses ‘fat’
We’re all way more sophisticated
than that
But a little kid doesn’t mind
if you weigh too much
or you appear strange
calling you ‘a fat pig’ or some such
Who said that I could be broken so low?
Was not alone when they were calling my name
I've bled enough; for what, I do not know
Is this soul mirrored, now a burning flame?
That glass reflects a spirit split and torn,
A vision shattered, too pieces on the floor
Those eyes, designed to wound since I was born,
Stay wide and see the wreckage and much more—
They witnessed all I am, yet turn away,
Rejecting all the threads that spun my fate
Then shunned the truth I carry, day after day,
And sealed me in this lonely, hurting state
But still, a flicker lives, this stubborn spark,
And whispers, "Rise, though bruised, into the dark."
The night slowly unveiled its meek presence,
One final call from nature its essence;
When lullabies awaken some from sleep,
While others conjure softer naps to reap.
The moon and stars had just chased out the sun,
Their twinkles the clouds could no longer shun.
The sky now dons an airglow-twined garment—
Its twilight robe left sombrely dormant.
The chirps and croaks were hymns for that silence,
Both friend and foe in ruly defiance,
They thrilled the dark as they all soared and flew,
Unbothered, though their seasoned songs weren't new.
Sharp jaws filled stomachs yearning to be dared,
Yet weaker grasps let certain grubs be spared,
All in the race to beat the sunlight scare,
Before the night leaves nothing left to share.
For a century and more
the socialist drumbeat and march
Workers of the world unite
no more capitalist oligarchs
Bloody Soviet-style communism under Vladimir Lenin
gave way to mass murderer, Iosif Stalin
The Weimar Republic fell before ‘enlightened socialism’
swiftly changing to jack-booted Nazi fascism
Cuba’s revolution, North Korea’s, the Viet Cong’s
O, Civilization, where has the world gone wrong
Today we see misery in Venezuela, Pakistan and Iran
Repeating the tragedy of China’s Mao Zedong
For a century and more, the socialist drumbeat and march
food deserts abounding, humanity’s throats dry and parched
A horse, a bicycle, an automobile
What can possibly go wrong
Engine and brake fails to carjack steals
With my two feet, same old song
So I rely on buses, trains and planes
fewer accidents ~ more strain
Knowing of my yesterdays;
and how I feel left broken,
Seems that must be the way;
Am I really just a token ?
I have held so many secrets;
yet never was I shaken,
Not until I matured enough;
to know I was forsaken ....
I went on and tried to live;
many times just on the rim,
for in my feelings I did give,
somehow were kind of dim .....
Love , Trust and Happiness,
all left in just a sweep;
My heart again left broken ,
from a promise for to keep.....
I am not as thrilled today ,
to even know she still exists ;
I wish she had just gone away ;
cause somehow I'm left pissed.....
To end my rant of my ill's;
I will repeat as fact,
I hope that chokes on her booze;
and Mom dies of a heart attack
They're airing falsehoods,
Claimed more than they should -
they're up to no good
And should be called out.
Don't be dramatic,
Don't be pedantic,
It's in semantics
That evens the score.
Now then take issue,
Although they'll diss you,
For what you'll pursue
When stating your case.
Deal only with facts,
Nothing to retract,
It's your time to act
With Truth on your side.
Hit the ground running,
No need for cunning,
Don't spread the bunting
And don't sermonize.
Just make your case strong -
Most will come along;
They'll want to belong
And not be left out.
Put rogues in their place -
Stand up face-to-face
And you will erase
The lies they've embraced.
I dig
My target throws sigh
But to clobber siege
I need to ping
To erect distinctive peg
You dig
Looking far the bridge
You seem having edge
You need go far-flung
Where is your colleague?
We dig
Best groove to clinch
Driving with efforts much
To elevate our urge
Need endorser(s) to bag
They dig
By virginal strength merge
Pledge-driven set them step-on-the-gas
Success to make marks
Not adequate of gang
He digs
Striving to reaching for star
Thinking of going faster
There is an adage
Stop thinking of dotage
Backup the seeming fig
She digs
Deeming it so overlong
Curiously wants to dodge
Wishes for early log
Ends up in marriage
He's enough an energy
Everyone needs a coat
just to keep them warm,
Especially those in need:
people without a cozy home...
they don't even have a dorm,
Round and round they roam
out in the wind and bitter cold
both young kids and adults old,
If you are kind to the core
give away your coat
to someone who needs it more.
Before they droop, a petal falls,
Soon followed by some more
And that’s the signal that it’s time
To head back to the store.
My husband buys the flowers
So the vase is always filled
With whatever seems to catch his eye;
At choosing, he’s quite skilled.
We don’t need an occasion
Or a fancy schmancy bunch,
For he picks them just as much for him
As me; that’s just a hunch.
The local markets always stock
Bouquets at little cost,
So when the petals start to drop,
The old bunch will be tossed.
M T G..Here's some kudos from me.'
In standing, with abuse survivors you
Get my attention, i can't be a denier.'
No doubt you have some faults.'
Yet who has not some mistakes in
Past time vaults.' As it stands Nov Twenty
Twenty five.' I see commitment and true
Drive.' May all epstein, files be exposed
Then see how history reviews (that show)
If I had only known
What I knew with you
Then I could have been true
For at least a day or two
I never realized what jail meant when I was young
prison’s unhappy stay is much longer, my hands are wrung
I was tired of these walls before I was placed, it’s been years now
have lost track of friends and family, my day’s excitement? Chow
from this window I see very little, a tree I think is oak
I have shouted at occasional people, most have not spoke
there is a robin that hops around a bit, of course she is free
Much better life she has than little old sad me.
Yesterday I saw a woman in a business suit walk by.
She did not glance my way, or even try.
She looks like the woman I wish I had met before I did wrong.
I lie in this bunk, singing a poor me song.
My days are dreary, there is no fresh air to talk about.
They say they’ll let me have a break, but I am rarely out.
Prison is a horrible experience I wish on no one, not even an enemy.
The sadness and loneliness make me wish to be set free.
Welcome my pretty, the carnival man said
I felt gloom and terror, a sense of horrible dread.
Let’s go I said to my sister, who pushed on ahead.
She marched straight in with our cousin Fred.
What choice did I have but to follow these two?
Gruesome sounds were coming from a tent painted blue.
Maniacal laughter surrounded me, hurting my soul.
Would we get out alive? This was truly my only goal.
They had run ahead to a twirling ride with a ghoul.
His laughter was spooky, I felt shaky, not cool.
Go on, my pretty, the ringmaster yelled into a mike.
I was terrified now, this being a truly scary hike.
On ever single ride you could hear us kids screaming.
The vampire music I heard, made me wish I was dreaming.
The scariest part of scream town was expecting to be killed.
I will go back next year; because at the end I was thrilled.
Moses' mother wanted to save him, so she hid him out
Pharoah’s daughter discovered him and gave a shout
His sister suggested his mother as wet nurse,
He grew to be a leader, seen in many a Bible Verse
Parting the Red Sea must have given those soldiers a curse.
Specific Types of Rhyme Poems
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animals, christmas, death, dog, family, flowers, food, friends, funny, halloween, kids, life, love, music, nature, nursery, parents, school, spring, sports, war, winter
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