Short Resort To Poems
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There is no excuse to be sad
only reason to be glad
That one can write fine poetry
without resort to trigonometry
Hasongou
comes down to earth, gives up a hit or two.
Deliberate.
to fool the next opponent
he’ll frequently resort to hide his best component.
Advertising is just about
The big buck, ads resort to a shout
It's always been
Like so it seems
Clear and obvious two sides they spout
Well lah-tee-daw and fiddle-tee-dee
What's this stuff that's come over me
Happy as a pig
Doing a jig
A jig's not my thing, gonna resort to repartee
Of all your constant transgressions, I tire.
Yes, you're pushing it down to the wire.
I even sent you My Son
yet His work stays undone.
Must I resort to one last trial by fire?!
Patriots
Are the people
That never
Resort to
Injustice, in the name
Of their country.
They are independent thinkers
Supporting diplomacy, not Malevolence.
At my advanced age I've started to drool
Even drooling so much, it could fill a pool
Drooling down my chin
Wasting good gin
So I now resort to sipping it in the vestibule
got writer's-block-blues
ain't got nothin to enter
it's YOUR fault PD
so here are my conditions:
un-block me and ouch that HURT
why do this to me?
why resort to violence?
(I bruise easily)
so here are my conditions:
drive me to the hospital...
Heros i find are not always heroic.' Yet through determination
And study, some resort to the stoic.' Continual review of
The lesser of self.' Desire for better in everything else.'
In thought before actions, in working life through.' That
Can enable the hero.' that shall arise whithin you.'
Gun ownership is a means of protection against government tyranny.
Lose our 2nd Amendment and kiss goodbye all of our civil liberties.
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"The strongest reason for the people to retain the right to keep and bare arms is as a last resort to protect themselves against tyranny in government."
- Thomas Jefferson
A poet, that's me I'm called Jan
Was NEVER a poetry fan
Now two books bear my name
Not for fortune or fame
I'll pen poop whenever I can!
If ever I am stuck for words
I resort to write about turds
Brown things that you poo
When you're sat on the loo
Poop poetry's not just for nerds!
R-est while on vacation,
U-sing a resort to frolic;
T-ired and burned-out body
H-as to skylark and rollick.
Y-ou rest while on vacation,
O-n the fifth of September;
S-tart to bask in a fine place
O-f the summer or winter.
Y-our heart, mind, and soul need to enjoy relaxation;
A-im to have fun and play, rest while on vacation.
Sometimes, if an act is to be funny,
a comedian may resort to using profanity.
What he says may be considered outrageous,
but he makes laughter look like it's contagious.
On television, you would never hear a profane quip.
The sound may be beeped out due to censorship.
inspired by another member's poem
The day after Christmas
beginning exercise path again
leftover excitement from Christmas day
children enjoying their new presents
everyone rush to the leftover food
resort to the mall; after Christmas sales
brace for the arrival of new years
celebrate the honorable boxing day
plan yet once again New Years festivities
return unwanted gifts
Jealousy finally persuades her victims,
Making them resort to the evilest deeds
No good words or plausible maxims
Will uproot jealousy’s dangerous weeds.
Once planted in the cold weakened heart
They mature as suspicions and doubt,
Raising a strong impenetrable rampart
Until deeds of hatred flesh them out.
Written October 9, 2021
The struggle of life
Someone is hungry
Someone wants to go home.
Survival is not easy
For animal world or human
Need to be smart to live.
Sometimes, you need
To go beyond, outrun
Be more intelligent and fearsome.
No heart feeling
Just pure business
In order to survive.
Others, resort to extreme
Selling flesh, principles
And even sale soul to hell.
Some days I never want to end
Other days I want a reset button
No hesitation, mash it in
Two extremes, high and lows
Never a solid middle ground
Just not how my river flows
Two opposite sides of one whole
Forever a battle ground I can’t win
Last resort to fix my soul
Elevator ride to skyscraper loft
Maybe see if I can fly
Asphalt has never looked so soft
When communication fails, resort to loneliness.
When loneliness fails, resort to communication.
When resorting fails, communicate with your
lonely self and meet your only friend.
When you give up someone else's dream, you begin to live.
When you free yourself from your own dreams, you realize that you've
never lived at all.
Then, when you dream, you'd rather be living.
Hear the excuse of Deceivers
For the suffered by Receivers:
We did not Awkward Force apply
To make them finally comply:
On them did not a thing impose,
None of men's resort to Rude Force:
A will to one hurry like horse...
And The Fool - Double Fool - just fell,
Right now with sore stories to tell;
They can't present in a nutshell...
Deceivers are free to sleep well
Told what to think
what not to drink
what we must eat
mostly vegan, never meat
We resort to apps to buy our cars
to find our way to open bars
We rely on them to find a date
Surefire way to seal one's fate
Parents once guided our consumption
Social media do it now with gumption
Is there anywhere we still breathe free
ubiquitous screens ~ wily eyes on you and me
Why do some believe it’ll get better
while others are sure it’ll get worse
Why do some take wild chances
while others sit out the big dances
Why do some sock it away
while others live for today
Why do some sit and think
while others resort to drink
The answer, my friend, will depend
on what you discover in the end
Some folks tend to awfulize
Others prefer to dramatize,
There are those who fantasize
Many people will improvise.
I know a few who tantalize
Even resort to marginalize
Those who are short in size,
Which will often destabilize
Because they may internalize,
Which is not always wise!
Three times a week, I advise,
It’s a good thing to exercise!
Written August 16, 2022
What gospels on sunday afternoon
Are four quarters male members tune
With flat screens on wall?
The chair-men want football
And shall yell like a wild baboon
Author's note: This poem was inspired by Lori Hopkin's "This ones for the guys" which is worth a good look. My apologies to all baboons who are much gentler and finer than I. Sad to resort to using their species as a stereotype just for the sake of a rhyme.
And I a broken vessel stuck in the sands of time
resort to times in time
when the newness of the traits
struck from out the land
of nothingness to glory
not made by human hands.
Filled with riches yet unseen by blighted eyes
a token made for love
reflected decadence and pain.
And I a broken vessel am broken in the sand
covered up and waiting until the desert land
is filled with clear,clean water
with salvation close at hand
The Palestinian memory is a divine chapel
for the ones who are faithful to it,
keeping hope.
Memory is light, a prayer, a sojourn, a treasure,
that makes us dream, of a free Palestine.
They might resort to genocide,
but memory delivers a fatal blow,
that saves the day, that keeps intoxicating our imagination.
The whole parade of bombs can never extinguish its fire;
memory is the brush fire, on history's canvas, from river to the sea.