by midday the capital is lost in deferring of appointment, illegal assembly and illegal protest of speech, past speech of the governance and the executive, insurmountable halls of congress have no cause for speech in between coordinated attack points.
the cowardice grows in the hands of the general's might.
deprived of voice the eldest child is thrilled and in traitors steakhouse
Categories:
steakhouse, america, character, hero, prejudice,
Form: Free verse
Timber growing up the mountain roots in silver and gold soil
The Indian Queen Mining Company lines shafts of western red cedar,
Westerner views hoodoos Painted Desert traveling to mine’s branch
Pony express rushes by galloping, “Wow!” Just to see her.
Apple dumpling served hot Western Steakhouse flair
Tasty yummy dessert warm sunset shows American west,
Stagecoach roars by, gold bars to Wells Fargo Bank
Family ranch abundant goods county fair, love distilling best.
Prospector explores desert mountain, mineral deposits found
North Star Gold Mining Company sends full sparkling mining cars,
Western Pacific Railroad Company delivers mine goods and lumber
Western honey mesquite greet miners riding railcars with gold bars.
Buffalo Gals Timber Company sending logs to mill for work
Logging builds, the west grows rustic running the saw hear shrill,
Rough cut logs stacked in railcar build a town
Using true grit gets her done western hoedown Heaven’s fill.
Categories:
steakhouse, america, business, family, food,
Form: Rhyme
They ask me if you've given me
a diamond ring.
If not, a chrystal one at least.
I say you've done nothing
of the sort,
and it's all right
quite all right.
Hand me an old sweater
from the donation box,
and I'd wear it
with no shame, no distain.
They ask me if you've taken me
to a fancy steakhouse.
I say you've done nothing
of the sort,
and it's all good.
Hand me a leftover muffin
from the group home,
and I'd savor it
with no rancor, no regret.
Rich men and gold diggers,
they ain't us,
no they ain't us.
It's alright to be you,
just the way you are
from head to toe.
I will take you
with open arms
just the way you are.
Yes I will.
Categories:
steakhouse, love,
Form: Free verse
Headlines of irony in life…
Human satire—cuts like a knife.
The unsinkable ship, that sinks.
Surrounded by peeps, yet alone.
Priests who ‘prey’—yet sins they atone.
Pastor fights alcohol, but drinks.
Tax czar who cheats on his taxes.
Animal fans—hunt to relax.
Abortion kills—with nods and winks.
Lifeguard fearing water—lauds land.
‘Football’—a game played with the hands.
Oedipus—breaks riddle and Sphinx.
Headlines of irony in life...
“Women”—they may now take a wife.
The steakhouse owned by a vegan.
Pedophile daycare directors.
Homeless real estate inspectors.
WAR—‘politics’ by other means.
Fighting drugs, while promoting booze.
Mutual consent—the new ruse.
Prolonged charity squelches teens.
Green tinted speckles on bluefish.
Hitler’s Grandfather was Jewish!
Men—affectionately called ‘queens.’
In life, every nook and cranny,
Holds the next ‘headline irony.’
Good, bad, or sad—it’s Uncanny!
June 2, 2018
Written for Connor Lotts' poetry contest entitled, "Hutinashro - My First Contest Poetry Contest"
Categories:
steakhouse, analogy, humor, hyperbole, irony,
Form: Rhyme
4/20/17
In and out of interlying zones
Driving home
Up and down a winding road
Where you can see some flying crows
Near plants trying to grow
And other animals whether sunshine or snow
I'm occasionally mining stones
Using the skills I was shown
Something you might want to remember or scribble down
Regardless of if you do or don't live in a little town
Realize there won't always be any middle ground
Day in and day out
Jobs with specific requirements and of similar or different layouts
Followed by home cooked meals, take out
Or dining in at a steakhouse
By: Dalton Ogletree
Categories:
steakhouse, poetry, rap, word play,
Form: Rhyme
As I roamed into the steakhouse,
I spotted him slashing steak.
He looked up with his dispirited stare,
His despair coherent to me.
He summon me to take a chair,
He had a anecdote to unfold,
About the day his spouse left,
The day love revolved to abyss.
He delivered her the works he had,
His body, soul and heart,
Her addiction got the best of him,
She backslid; he fell discrete.
Off she went on a spree, appear like,
A daze of narcotics and booze–
When he faced up to her, she said,
"Fine," and ran off–just think
Of the agony it caused this man,
His eyes folded into his face,
Tears so actuate, harsh and brutal
They are salting him in place.
Yet he turns up at the steakhouse,
Forlornness not his thing,
Through those depressed eyes I can declare
He’s longing for happiness, although
Dealing with the tragedy of losing
A woman once very delightful,
A woman now astray in her sadness,
His sorrow under her feet.
Categories:
steakhouse, anger, conflict, divorce, for
Form: Ballad
On an unsinkable ship’s maiden voyage, it sinks.
A pastor who preaches against alcohol, drinks.
One’s surrounded by people, yet remains all alone.
Confessing sins to a priest, those sins are atoned?
A nation’s chief tax czar, who cheats on his taxes?
An animal lover who hunts deer, to relax.
Sing praise and kill humans, in the name of a God?
Destroying our enemies, lasting peace we applaud?
The lifeguard fears water, so remains on dry land.
American foot...ball, is played with the hands.
A high school track coach, who's morbidly obese.
The steakhouse that's owned, by a vegan!
The priest preaching sermons on love, is a pedophile.
Repeat charity builds dependence, over time.
Nations war against drugs, and market alcohol?
DNA tests confirm, Hitler’s Grandfather was Jewish!
Categories:
steakhouse, humor, irony, sad, drug,
Form: Ballade
Standing on the platform of despair
awaiting a train to anywhere
whether it's over here, or over there
no idea where i'm going, and I dont care
must be better places everywhere.
What a shock, train is late
even longer I have to wait
quick pint to commiserate.
The road is long, the path is thin
surely being this miserable is a sin
need to find, this happiness within
turn the frown upside down and flash a grin.
The emptiness that dwells so heavily
only recedes when rhyming cleverly
the joy I get, from the sentence I create
this empty page, was fun to decorate,
distraction in thinking of the words I know
gelling together to make sentence flow
open my mind, for creative winds to blow,
but when the poems done, that's it for fun
back to the emptiness of a life humdrum
and a downwards slant from my thumb.
My hair I could tear out, screaming I wanna shout
do I always have to go without
even though there's so much about
from venison to rainbow trout
I feel like a vegetarian in a steakhouse
the only empty plate, in a very full house
I know i'm a lion, but I feel like a mouse
either that, or an abused spouse.
The pits of agony, i do fall
not anymore, stand and walk tall!
©John-Ovan.P.Hull
Categories:
steakhouse, angst, confusion, depression, sad,
Form: Narrative