Brutish Trump, Meek Musk?
Trump comes across as a brute and scares people off the middle usually nice middle-class people who do not what it is like working on a building site or spending years at sea with men appear ruffian but mostly, is a braggadocio and as such nothing to be alarmed over in Trump’s case he is not likely to start a war with China, Russia or Iran Trump likes powerful autocrats, he respects as much as he hates effeminate Macron also Starmer
With his perfect modulations, yet sits cross-legged when speaking to Trump who is not in the habit of showing the heels of his shoes, but as we know English leaders have hidden distaste for those they think are inferior to them
Trump, like many rich people, pretends he comes from a modest background, his father was a wealthy man in real estate which made his journey easier; the millionaires we see today are from wealthy families and that is Ok, but their idea of poverty is miles away from the mark
The hatred we see of Elon Musk is grossly unfair He is at heart a good man with a dream of saving humanity from itself, but I fear when the chips are down politicians will put the onus on him
Categories:
ruffian, anti bullying, baptism,
Form: ABC
Very large burley man
Putting his hands on the elderly
Putting his hands on the women
Then the children
We will take no more
We come to stop you sir
For we will take no more..
Categories:
ruffian, bullying,
Form: ABC
thank you Lord for my son John
without his/your help I'd not go on
and thanks again for daughter Jayne
without her/your love I'd be less sane
and thanks again for dear Ruffian
with her/your love I'm forgiven
thank you too for Mothers/your love
theirs below and mine/you above
Categories:
ruffian, appreciation, blessing, children, daughter,
Form: Rhyme
Saturday Bang
By Craig J. Burt/Jimmy Boom Semtex
All those freakish skinheads take a hike
Hey Hey Hey
Rock and roll and crash this pub
All the men grab your ladies
Cheers!!!
Fill up our mugs with fresh cold beer
Happy weekend everyone
All back to front take the pub!
Steal their beer kiss their gals
We are the lads we own this town
Nobody messes with us
We mess them up bop them
Ladies love a ruffian
They smile and wait we Kings
JIM N CRAIG POEMS BOOK 3
Joint poems by Craig J. Burt and Jimmy Boom Semtex
out in 23
Categories:
ruffian, conflict, england, scary, teen,
Form: Verse
Popeye
I’m a ruffian
I’m unrefined
Still unpolished
What’s mine is mine
I’m a ruffian
An un-tumbled stone
Got rough edges
So I live all alone
I’m a ruffian
Like Popeye says
"I am what I am,
And that’s all that I am.”
By: Bill MacEachern
October 17, 2022
Categories:
ruffian, introspection,
Form: Rhyme
I was enjoying darkness, while being under moonlight,
There was not a single breeze, to be with me in the night,
They went after gleaming dew and golden cloud,
They drenched me with darkness, and pushed me in the shroud,
My whole body was like mound of dirty flesh,
But heart, like burning coal in the pile of silent ash,
The anguish, the sadness, not a single thing to be delight,
I was enjoying darkness, while being under moonlight.
There were several people on the way , but mercy was not being showed,
There were several people coming to me, but mist was gaurding the road,
The golden cloud with malice soul, gleaming dew become dull hail,
And always helpful pleasant breeze ,had turned into ruffian gale,
My body was for gallivent people ,on which they will feed,
But nothing will happen to me ,as my soul was already dead.
The whole world was happy ,and I was happy in the loneliness,
But still,I was enjoying moonlight, while being in the the darkness.
Categories:
ruffian, 8th grade, betrayal, change,
Form: Rhyme
I strolled through the local cemetery the other day
And here are some epitaphs I observed along the way:
Cletus O'Toole lies herein
Too much boozing done him in!
Here lies a gambler molding in his crypt
Odds are he was shot by a chump he had gyped!
His spouse spotted him leaving a house of ill repute
In short order she done him in during a heated dispute!
Clyde raced down the mountain and failed to swerve
Meeting his doom on an S-shaped curve!
His plea to the judge was ruled to be moot
He was sentenced to hang for fencing some loot!
Buckaroo Bob was throwed from his horse
And was buried with his boots on as a matter of course!
The town ruffian was our late friend Keith
He met his match and was interred sans his teeth!
Pilot Pete's final radio message was, "Oh! Shoot!"
Seems he forgot to don his parachute!
Farrier Fred was a premier cobbler as a general rule
Alas, he was kicked in the head by an unruly mule!
Butcher Bruce was expert at wielding his knife
But in a fatal spat he was out-wielded by his wife!
POTD 24 June 2021
Categories:
ruffian, death, humorous,
Form: Rhyme
Privately Peony practiced the art of purple magic
Reaching into her ruffian wand,
Lingering lovingly for a second or two
Outrageous? Sure. Ostentatious? She hoped so!
Further down in the feathery contraption
Under a peacock’s underlying ribbon of worth
Bringing a bright bubble of blue into the air
Ruffian wand wrote ridiculous on her forehead
No one had dared do that in Nam City
Kindnesses of knights would have nixed this
Coneflower her creative sister tried to explain
Antagonizing Peony in the process
Heathcote heard and had his hardy opinions
Look said Lavender, stay out of it!
Simmering softly, Heathcote wrote to Peony
Guess what? She grabbed his idea up!
No one else helped me north or south!
I appreciate your ideas, Heathcote.
Oh sure! Said Coneflower, take that ogre’s ideas.
They were enemies, she and that Neanderthal.
Categories:
ruffian, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form: Free verse
Privately Peony practiced the art of purple magic
Reaching into her ruffian wand,
Lingering lovingly for a second or two
Outrageous? Sure. Ostentatious? She hoped so!
Further down in the feathery contraption
Under a peacock’s underlying ribbon of worth
Bringing a bright bubble of blue into the air
Ruffian wand wrote ridiculous on her forehead
No one had dared do that in Nam City
Kindnesses of knights would have nixed this
Coneflower her creative sister tried to explain
Antagonizing Peony in the process
Heathcote heard and had his hardy opinions
Look said Lavender, stay out of it!
Simmering softly, Heathcote wrote to Peony
Guess what? She grabbed his idea up!
No one else helped me north or south!
I appreciate your ideas, Heathcote.
Oh sure! Said Coneflower, take that ogre’s ideas.
They were enemies, she and that Neanderthal.
Categories:
ruffian, fantasy,
Form: Prose Poetry
don’t call him a baby...
don’t make fun of his tears...
his soul’s tender —
he runs and hides,
under a chromatic beanbag
with a dark emotional spectrum.
when he returns to play Sleeping Queens,* he
sniffles, wipes tears on his sleeve (and yours)
“You hurt my feelings.”
you find yourself not unlike the Road Runner**
sailing off a cliff —
suspended in animation.
the reward of leaning in,
hearing what this little soul has to say,
realizing your fool mistake,
this time taking the time
to explain what his limited mind
can take,
then you hug the stuffings
out of the little ruffian***
but only if you can catch him.
10/24/2019
*Card Game
**Cartoon
***Here ruffian is used as a term of endearment
Categories:
ruffian, child, feelings, games, love,
Form: Free verse
She drowned in the late eighteen hundreds
Alone but happy because her horrible life was finally over
She had been chattel at the hand of a ruffian.
A rogue her parents married her to.
She was glad to be gone.
It was not a good life
"Hey! Isn't that your face?" It was her friend, Angel Mama.
She looked back to earth in the viewing room.
It was her face, on a dummy of some sort.
She was shocked! "It was my earth face," she said.
They call you "Anne," Angel Mama said.
Her full earth name had been AnneMarie.
But her beloved Grandma Belle had always called her Anne.
She smiled. "What do they do with it?" She asked, frightened a bit.
"She saves lives," another voice said.
"She teaches people CPR, a way of saving people who are
drowning or choking."
What? Anne was shocked. Happy that her earth face was happy.
It was the first time she thought she almost saw it smile.
That face had not smiled in a long time.
The dummy looked so proud of itself!
Categories:
ruffian, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form: Prose Poetry
There was always a magnetic fascination
Against my desire to be a good girl
And my yearning to be with the bad boys
It stirs emotions supernal as every afternoon
In the library I would lazily fantasize
Of a different life as a celebrated ruffian by your side
That it was I who was standing with your arm
Around my shoulders. Asked to ride home with you
Provokes intoxication like red roses thrown to me
My eyes dreamy as we feel deeply compelled
To hold hands in the backseat. Steal a kiss
The next day, walking the halls to admiring stares.
A connection internal as I am able to exalt admiration
from all as they see my true nature is unparalleled
To their own childish one, kin to emancipation
When the bell suddenly rings to signal the days final end,
I grab my books, shake my heart free of its longing
and secret desires then run to catch the bus
2nd Place
written 7-8-2019
Fine Tune This Collaboration contest
sponsor: Line Guathier
Categories:
ruffian, angst, desire, dream, longing,
Form: Free verse
Caught in the act —
That’s a boyz-to-men
criminal fact
Court-ordered to lip unlock
No bail ...
bar code held in a cellblock
Cop daddy ‘cuffed embrace:
tough love
kiss given to a rap sheet face
Blue reach long arms of the law
pinching another juvenile adult
Rebel teen stunted conscience peer logo persist,
it violently ink grows thick-as-thieves tight knit
Street badge of honor to wear the striped outfit
Alibi remains intact, cage time bled
Closed mouth
yields full max Big House yard cred
Pinching of a made man,
ruffian alley boys all gritty grown up
Bang bang ...
rubber screech noise
Old men prove they be amoral tough
Categories:
ruffian, allegory, prison, truth, wisdom,
Form: Dramatic Verse
Smilingly the broken heart!
For your Days are off,
You! Broken heart!
Brought failure in life
The broken heart of yours, will never find concord!
You found her unalloyed!
Yet tortured her to expiry
Like fighting with Ohio *****
Dirge her cheeks daily
You ruffian monster
Let your heart not respite!
What was up?
No admiration even little!
Acting like a juvenile
Yet escaped the wedding?
Lucas 13.102017
Based from experience
Categories:
ruffian, break up, caregiving, confusion,
Form: Ballad
Throw your white glove in a puddle of mud.
Let it represent all of your toil.
The mud won’t get glovey, for crud is still crud,
But your glove, I’m afraid, will be soiled.
Take particular care in the friends that you keep,
For your friends either lift or drag down.
Choose those who propel toward goals that you seek;
Shun those with the cheek and the frown.
Yes, there is room in the world for a kind word to all,
For the saint and the ruffian alike.
Pray, offer your hand to those who would fall,
But be watchful for serpents will strike.
Categories:
ruffian, betrayal, friendship, wisdom,
Form: Quatrain
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