Short Upend Poems
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Cilly Willy was born transgender
And became a Public Defender
She could be a judge
If she would just fudge
But she knows that Trump would upend her
It is you I am seeking for frost,
the icy balance to my flame;
Flow flickers into wildfire,
anchoring you to me;
Waltz of opposites,
full flattery
will upend
any
girl.
Trump Rules Bend and System Upend
While rules Trump will want to bend,
Had insulted and system did upend,
And a decoy;
Does annoy;
Told many lies which he did intend.
Jim Horn
G-ood
R-emembrance
A-pplies
C-heerful
E-xpression
T-o
U-pend
P-eople's
P-ain
A-nd
L-oneliness
Topic: Birthday of Grace C. Tuppal (March 02)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
When pressed to take sides
to 'answer the question'
To choose is to cause to divide ...
The solution, of course
to no one upend
is to answer, 'I don't know
~ it depends'
We are comrades, not friends.
Who all had our lives upend.
We are all in violation.
For being abominations.
So their resolution.
Was an institution.
In this existence, we are a glitch.
So they strap us down until we twitch.
Trump Is An Embassassment
To us Trump is an embarrassment
Making up lies wherever he went
Twitter messages early morning send
Trying to his competition upend
Pence on each day prays to repent.
That is what Pence said that he did.
Jim Horn
I am scared of vengeance.
From those who smirked at my innocence.
I am curious about redemption.
Which I hope will cure my temptation.
To unravel that cage.
That carries souls that feel rage.
And we will upend.
Those guardians of which our sanity depends.
My need for help has no expiration.
I will always need help pursuing motivation.
I do not mean to depend-
On my mom so much as to cause her life to upend.
The hope for independence will someday plateau.
There is no going back to develop and grow.
There is abandonment behind, but patience ahead.
And maybe I will uncover a new ability in my head!
9/16/2021
I hope this melancholy never ends.
Because then mania will come into my life and upend.
Like sparkles of doom.
Splattering around the room.
And then my mom walks in.
Seeing my cauldron of sin.
Where I am whipping up a restless song.
Making a cure out of all that is wrong.
Melancholy is not so harsh.
Compared to this feeling that my mind is made of marsh.
I would hallucinate instead of slumber.
Because this tiredness is churning in me, more than I remember.
I am entering a sleepless cycle.
Each night turns more fickle.
I tried to wait for the crisis to end.
Each day I would have to sacrifice a piece of hope so that the world would not upend.
It is like I am creating new problems that I am unable to control.
To survive, I must be an ever changing soul.
"Hoping all your consequences are happy ones."
Bob Barker on Truth or Consequences
Mediacraft attacks could conclude
if words split wrong from right.
Grace and mercy would grant latitude
but truth would upend the fight.
Worthy upshot holds much in store
yet, integrity is worth much more
Worthy upshot
worthy upshot
would find mediacrats ending word wars
for lying is moral turpitude, depravity, sin.
But who finds truth absolute anymore?