The Equal Rights Amendment was first proposed in 1923 and passed through the House of Representatives in 1971 and the Senate in 1972. However, it took until 2020 for 38 of the 50 states to ratify it. On January 17th, 2025 then president Joe Biden declared that the ERA had met the requirements for certification to the Constitution. Today, it still has not been certified and not all 50 states have yet to ratify it.
it takes a long time
for Ents to say anything
governments need more
My weaken body lay motionless on the rock covered beach, as the night time moon shines its light upon its waters, its own shadow cover it like a blanket of death..
I lay motionless my breath sloweth to a snails pace, my body covets in seaweed, no more fight do I have, not even a slightest breath.
I yearn for the coming of the outgoing tide to carry me out into the empty sea, my love, my kindness no longer felt on thus earth, my family has turned away as so has all the others.
So has the sea bird spreads its wings as to lift off into the darkened sky, my eyes are searching sadly for the waves of grief, death, its waters have swept beneath my limp body, my empty saddened, shameful heart, takes its final beat.
God has made HIS choice, “it is well with my SOUL” He giveth, HE take it away” My empty soul I leave here for whomever I have hurt, I have nothing left to give thus world, I feel my body carried out to the SEA in which GOD created.
Goodbye my Souls, please do not stand and weep, for the sun shall rise again, another day has come.
Just a bit of fun
Slowly does it nan says
No speeding dad says
But that leaf looks delictable
My god my slim is defectable,
I'm salivating all over the place
It'll take me forever at this pace,
That's it I can't wait super snail speed
Did it in only 3 days flat to this leafy weed
Who says slow and steady always wins the race,
I'm a speed demon, took clive 5 I rest my case!
He was also pretty bereft
That there was only really stalk left.
Where we go the road is very rough
To survive we must be very tough
Do not expect the barriers to ease
The upward climb is not designed to please
There are trials and troubles along the way
Exasperating situations every day
But we can not turn our back and run
Nor sit down and say our work is done
The temptation to stop is very strong
At times the road seems just too long
We travel it seems at snails pace
And we never seem to get any place
Somewhere I'm sure the road will end
We will travel around the final bend
There we will rest the tired and weary bones
Thankful that we did not walk alone
Modern life
When goodness grows at snails pace,
When kindness in the life suffers,
And shrewdness keeps winning race,
And cheating and ditch buffers,
When best friends misunderstand,
When a dear one breaks your heart,
And foes closer to heart stand,
And tries to ignore your scar,
Joyous moments come so slow,
Be sure humans are at end,
Miseries in life fast grow,
What progress do you pretend ?
Iambic heptameter ( quatorzain)
Written- August 21st, 2014
Poet- Dr. Upma A. Sharma
For contest- Structured verse- iambic form
By Giorgio A. V.
Walking at snails pace
Toddlers constant questioning
Universe now known
Sad.... Dark....Cold....
Everyone moving slow at a snails pace-
As if all movement is leaving their feet.
Gloomy...dark faces...all around me...
Faces..known and unknown alike..
Reminicing over what used to be.
Choir dressed in white and Gold robes...
Leading a sad..dark..slow procesional.
"Going up Yonder"... sung in the distance.
A familiar face buckles at the weight of sorrrow...
Finally, the sound of quiet, as everyone retreats.
With their memories of what once was.
Warrior Wind
My shack-like home
Tries its best to shield me from the cold and torrent winds
I feel its cold touch caressing my back
It massages is like little pin-pricks along my spine
The branches are beating against the window pane
Awaiting an invitation from the occupant within
I envelope myself with my armour of fleece
Its coat-of-arms is adorned with finely stitched tapestry
My breath betrays my position
Apprising the enemy with its smoke-like signal
I am well-fortified within my refuge
From the howling cries of the Warrior wind
As time moves at a snails pace
I sense the anticipation waning
The moans are slowly dissipating
Impeding doom is once again abated.
To him life is just another tradition
Although'
You will never see him past you by
You will see him at the beginning
Of a good race
But, he is doomed to come in last
And that is not so very odd
Because you just can't seem
To tell them apart,
And some how he just seem'
To do it with grace
This particular person
Is never in your face
-
What not is so very odd
-is-
That you can see him slide
An pace right by
He always' leave a trace
As he proceed with his race
-
He is my favorite work horse
Even if he doesn't win another race
And yes he is a winner
And is always' too the chase
He never comes' in second place
GF
Winter descended upon the prairie plain
Pelting the ground with freezing rain
Nipping, biting this cold morning air
Thin layers of ice coated everywhere
You get out on the road but don't step on the brake
That would be your biggest mistake
For it would make you slide and spin
This would start your heart pump'in within
The accidents, fender benders take there toll
Some cars or even semi's can roll
The roads become a treacherous place
You crawl like a turtle at a snails pace
You dread having to go out that day
Driving is dangerous they say
you get behind the wheel and pray
No one will back end you along the way
On a cold December night,
I run through the full moons light.
I stumble and fall in the snow,
as my fear I try not to show.
I find a place to hide,
sniffling back tears I have cried.
Close my eyes and start to pray,
I want to live another day.
I hear someone creeping near,
I start to panic and fill with fear.
A pain runs through my sight,
my arm the wretched zombie did bite.
I quickly pull and run away,
human is what I want to stay.
My blood starts to boil,
dying I fall onto the soil.
My brain starts to burn,
flesh and blood I start to yearn.
Starving as the hunger starts to rise,
inside my humanity slowly dies.
I get up and slowly walk,
I only moan and cannot talk.
moving at a snails pace,
my friends I want to eat their face.
Their heartbeats I can hear,
on the wind I smell their fear.
Delicious it does taste,
their blood not a drop I'll waste.
I shudder at their screams,
their skin I rip at the seams.
Bones with my teeth I do crack,
their blood on my lips is my snack.
I mindlessly go forth into the night,
searching for meat is my only fight.
So lock your doors and close the shutters,
because into you town I do stutter.
The very first time I saw him
I thought he looked sublime
Never dreaming in all the world
That one day he would be mine,
He was not what you'd call 'a head turner'
He didn't stand out in a crowd
But in my eyes, Morris was gorgeous
When I was with him, I always felt proud
Life with him was never at 'snails pace'
We spent many an hour cruising town
And although he lived life 'in the fast lane'
He never, once, let me down
Always there, exactly when needed
On him I could always depend
Through time we became unseparable
He was a solid, reliable friend,
We would visit all maner of places
He was full of drive and vim
With Morris I found the freedom
I would never have known but for him
Then one day, it was all over,
I knew life wouldn't be the same
That nothing on earth would fill the void
Of never seeing Morris again,
It broke my heart when we parted
Although I knew he had to go
And I wept, as I handed the stranger the keys
To drive away 'Morris'.....my metro!!
" Hurricane Katrina "
She came upon us with all her fury
her force that was ugly and mean
she unpacked a damaging power
way down in the New Orlean.
Everyone knew she was coming
broadcast all over the news
chaos had followed her destruction
confusing government views.
It was the Big Easy levees
that quickly came tumbling down
the flooding waters cost most the lives
as the reason many had drown.
Our government and rescuer response
was a snails pace too slow
as the high number of deaths
destined to grow and grow.
Way too many people packed
in a damaged super dome
with no where else to go
they all have lost their home.
Many fine American people
reached out to assist
no wonder our great country
is tops on everyone’s list.
For so many days soon after
the flood waters were still high
the aftermath of Hurricane Katrina
has caused so many to die.
There were no roads left to travel
not a one of them was dry
the primary means of rescue
was right out of the sky.
This mighty force of nature
destroying New Orlean
Hurricane Katrina
was ugly and was mean...
Penned By MPK
As I open MYSPACE
A logon is what it requests.
I can’t remember, UPPER or lower case
There, I believe that’s it, WHAT, I attest.
OH come on I know that is it, I protest.
OK, maybe I should have added that space.
Its loading…WAIT...WAIT…working at a snails pace…
Almost….WAIT…Finally, a friendly face.
NOW Write it down, so you don’t forget.
Are you kidding me?
I’ve been robbed. It’s empty, BUT WHY!
How in the heck can this be?
I really need to check up on this.
On the phone I GO….I’ll at least TRY!
BUSY….OMG, there’s got to be a better way!
Got to be a quicker way to see who has blown me a kiss.
OK…settle down…I know it was there the other day.
THINK……deeper…deeper…that’s it
DAMN……I forgot to hit transmit.
NOW…Settle down and smile…
Cause I’m writing my style.
insistent perversion of civil conversion
massive revision of a confused vision
constant migration without true progression
simple submission to cruel oppressions
political sciences becoming less reliant
governing systems aggressivley intolerant
from emperors and kings , time still stings
oligarchy , monarchy , their orchestra rings
loud bells , a reminder , of continued changing
of the guards at hand , with whistles to blow
single file is the motion , directive we go
safe in their judgement , confident they know
unsure are the masses , trudging like molasses
oblivious to incesstant remarks harrasing
world history has proven our given illusion
self inflicted pain with streaming delusions
we are taught this reality to accept cruelty
to bow and grovel to a scheme so novel
time will only tell if all goes well
until then we'll remain as snails in a shell .
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