The rules are simple
The rules are clear
Talk about the weather
But no politics here
Talk about the wind
Talk about the rain
But never, ever
Bring up social pain
Talk about the sunshine
Talk about the clouds
But don’t bring up
The political crowds
If you do
Best you prepare
Cause things get hot
And tempers will flare
Can’t no one speak
What they truly think
Cause fights break out
Quicker than a blink
Civil discourse
Is dead and buried
Replaced with rhetoric
And the hatred that’s carried
So talk about the weather
Talk about the sky
Regarding politics
No opinion is the lie
But if your position
You must speak of with pride
Be ready to burn
In that molten divide
Hot lava awaits
On the other side
Categories:
tempers, conflict, irony, political, truth,
Form: Lyric
Back and forth
The words shoot across
Slicing through my pale quivering skin
Sometimes there’s no pause for air
As the hate spews from both sides
I’m torn between the love I created
And the love that I have chosen
There’s no winning tonight
And it’s only just begun
March 16, 2024
Categories:
tempers, anger, anxiety, family, hurt,
Form: Free verse
Here I am my compatriot
Do not bore me with inanity
Stay in your lane dear friend
And let me stay in mine
For this is the season of anomie
Tempers are high and boiling over
Do not try to teach me good manners
Cause my patience has run out
And I can no longer listen to lies
Spewed from the pit of hell
To justify the position of your paymaster
While our father land
Gradually disappears from
The global map of decency
Patriotism calls and we must obey
Categories:
tempers, allusion, anger, anti bullying,
Form: Free verse
a bellith ringing
a siren screams in the wind
lilith pulls the string
Categories:
tempers, poetry,
Form: Haiku
Ozarks are brutally hot
Heated discussions and disappointment.
August is a potential fireball
Backs are sticking to leather car seats.
Animals escaping from the west arrive daily
Grass is dried brown, our earth parched
Cultivation of garden is a pipe dream
This summer is the hottest in a decade
There is a bleakness in these hills
Tomatoes shrivel up on their vines.
A storm of sorts is taking place
Temperatures are rising, people are angry
It is not the right kind of storm
No hope of water, dew is scarce.
Heated discussions and disappointment.
Categories:
tempers, summer,
Form: Free verse
If You Live By The Sword
Then You Die By The Sword
How do you explain that to a child?
Do on to others as they do on to you.
An audience in the trees
gleamed upon the sight
darkening the light
blotting out the sun.
Nesting birds departing
upward flight,
dancing images
of children's play
in a sandbox
in the shady shadow.
Toys round them
all colors and shapes.
A drop of sand in a dump truck
another in a red bucket;
it made contagious laughs
with occasional exceptions
lost tempers,
sand flies
toys fly.
Isolation
or
integration.
We're the pearls of wisdom.
Play nice
or
get hurt with your actions.
The sunshine through the roaring clouds.
Rain drops brought deject day,
Bathed the children in feted glee.
Friends helped each other gather toys.
From play-time and cheerful day
to gather back with promises sweet,
another day of feted glee.
12/9/2019
not for the contest "to long"
Categories:
tempers, children,
Form: Free verse
Our nature is a beautiful sight
Gives us so much pride
It takes us to Spain
Or keeps us straying in the deep alleys of pain!
Categories:
tempers, absence, abuse, anger, angst,
Form: Alliteration
Gluteus Maximus
That Gladiator of Rome
Got into such a rage
That his mouth did foam,
He cursed and snarled
And snarled and cursed,
Yet things didn’t improve
But got much worse;
His fists beat the ground
And he spat into the air,
No one dare come close
When his temper did flare.
Obviously struggling
To undo a knot so big
Wasn’t his strong point,
He couldn’t give a fig!
Unable to get to grips
With those darn leather laces
His sandals caused such scowls
And grotesque grimaces...
So, aren’t you grateful
That he isn’t alive today?
That bad tempered warrior
Your life he would slay
Just with one of his black looks
Or a growl at your face,
You’d probably explode
With only a trace
Of smoke and shoes
Left where you did stand,
Nothing but grey ashes
On the Coliseum’s red sand!
Categories:
tempers, funny
Form: Rhyme