The confirmation hearings are lowbrow theatre.
Wolf packs of C actors and bitter stone-throwers.
Getting off by degrading, disgracing, and humiliating.
Transparency and truth are a pale afterthought.
Do let your children watch the theatre, though....
Explain that this is how not to treat another human being.
Then take them to a playground.
Leave your cell phone behind.
Let them teach you the art of playing all over again.
To all the Garbage Throwers
Who see this as a game
I just wanted to let you know
I thank you just the same
Right after I clean up your garbage
I see you put it all right back there
Even if I put it under a rock to bag later
You take it out and throw it everywhere
Yes! I see we are playing a game
Oh I love games, that's true
So I just wanted to thank you
For the game I play with you
I will learn to smile each day
As I pick it all back up
Even though you continue
To throw around your McDonald's cups
May you learn to shine beautiful
May you find a reason to smile
If this helps give it to you
Then I'll go the extra mile!
For perhaps I need to learn patience
Perhaps you need to learn respect
Perhaps I need to learn see the bright side
And perhaps you need a little regret
But whatever path we are on
Whatever lesson we have to learn
We can turn it all into a game for now
Question is... who should get the last turn?
Shh said the Tallywacker agent
this new baby needs a place to think
we dream mongers and sand throwers tiptoed out
understanding the need for baby to clear his mind
sorting out his past two or three lifetimes
in order to fully enjoy this incarnation
To War goes a Chariot:
To a Special Riot;
With Quivers of Arrows,
Bones piercing with Marrows…
Had Throwers of Javelin,
All through Men, no Jocelyn.
Chariots were for Elliot
And Judas Iscariot;
Largely part-horse, part-cart
You’d see and lose heart!
The Armored Car of Old,
Now in loved plastic Sold;
For The Tough Kid as Toy,
Future Soldier still Boy;
Some in Expensive Gold:
Their drivers fierce and Bold;
Ready to Homes destroy.
Make one cease being The Coy!
The Unbiassed Media
Bombs rain on Gaza, the youth throw stones, the Israeli soldiers killed
or maim stone throwers, a dance of death.
What do the leading media say? Not very much,
the Gazans must be partly blamed; the victims are guilty
of the strength of being Palestinians defending their right.
In Hebron, the settlers are razing houses, killing goats and setting fire
to olive trees and daily is the death of those who get in their way.
The media might have a byline about it, that’s all.
If Israel is criticized, it unashamedly invokes the sacred Holocaust
and calls us antisemitic
Should a Jew speak up, he/her is called a self-hater
and be banned from entering the stolen land of Israel forever.
The first drops of new monsoon knocked our doors,
Oh! The wet howling winds used to call us out,
To see the jolly frogs and dancing peacocks,
And to see the scattered beauty fell about.
Oh! The splendid summer called out our names ,
To come out in the playground and play!
It bloomed the mangoes and hastily to us it came,
To watch us playing and enjoying , in the warm days.
Still the summer bloom the mangoes but the fun have ceased,
And the winds have stopped to call our names,
Nowadays the humble mango trees,
Shed all the fruits they have themselves , displeased,
For it know that the pebble throwers aren't free,
And they are shackled with their video games!
I am a kid myself but the craze of these video games and mobiles is too much, my friends play these games too much, can you tell me some ideas help them? ( I take mobile only to read and write poems.)
Gained success and shinning in the world
There were issues, came straight or curled
As a pigeon fallen and bleeding on ground
But it recovered and flew around
We survived with a surrounding as a stormy dark desert
Which didn't give us a drop of water, we were so upset
But it taught us to achieve our goal
So we made it a forest full of trees and light for all
The shadows of our past lives
Are chasing us with flowers and knives
Maybe they came with dark or light
But we know we should have a fight
We will accept the soft smelling flowers
As well as the sharp knife blade throwers
As the rain keeps pouring
No matter who is snoring
Bearing the pain from our head to below our knees
As a wild bear bears the pain of the bees
We will keep fighting until we win
No matter the dark shadows coming to us as a sin
Try and work hard with all dark shadows who fight
Make those lighted with your lights
You can climb a tall big wall
First start it from a point which is small
Crystal dewdrop jewels pendent from leafless Hawthorne
over snowdrop pearls and early golden buds of daffodil.
A blackbird upon Sparrow, Peggy Gladys does adorn,
while morning light accentuates the name of Mitchell, Bill.
I look behind, my footsteps in the dew a path have worn,
past Throwers by the row, as well as Bunting, Jane. Stowe, Daniel.
ALL ABOUT THE LIPS
He has seen her before
But today he saw her for the first time.
She walked his way
Her smile and laugh carried across the field
The field was freshly cut
The aroma of fresh-cut spring grass,
Frisbee throwers jumping, catching, laughing
Light breeze and warm sun,
Everybody smiles with happiness.
Beautiful day as she bounced up the stairs.
Getting warmer by the minute
Her bright glossed lips show their luscious fullness.
Like Heinz ketchup out of a bottle
Slow with anticipation, he fantasized about her.
They locked lips. Oh, those horizontal lips!
Lips finding each other repeatedly
Tongues started flicking
He stopped to breathe.
Imagining her full natural mounds,
Her moist vertical silky covered lips.
Man’s desirable dreams.
She walked by bringing him back to reality
As he watched her walk away
He smiled, going back to reading his Nook.
head to head,
brunette and sugar blonde.
snow angels and soul mates.
cheekiness of wings,
as college students
only daydream into the sun kissed room.
the professor taps the glass
displaying a wry smile and a warning.
eye to eye,
blue sky peeks
into moss green, illuminating shadows
from her past. she hushes him with hugs.
he reassures her with a diamond ring
surrounded by tiny emeralds and sapphires.
face to face,
between the crowd and the priest.
wanting to giggle and wriggle
as they remain stoic at the moment.
his wink almost makes her knees faint.
side by side,
white train and polished suit,
enveloped by confetti throwers.
as they reach the threshold of the church,
a professor and his cheeky wife form
angels in the snow.
Their cold cheeks turn red
and true blue.
9/3/2019
John Lawless’ 136 Words poetry Contest
You're bored, you say? Let's bring on the bears
and dance them around the ring.
You should learn how to juggle or fly a trapeze
'cause I'm sure bored by YOU, ding-a-ling.
You've nothing to do? Let's bring on the lions
and elephants too. When that's through,
let's watch a human cannonball fly.
(I'll suggest that the human be you.)
Tired of me too? Let's bring on the clowns.
Your smirk I so want to erase.
Let them come out with dogs and on stilts
and then throw a pie in your face!
You're DYING of boredom? Let's bring on snake charmers
and the guy who swallows a sword.
Let's make you the target for throwers of knives.
Facing death, you might not feel so bored!
You need an escape? Let's bring on the freaks,
contortionists, and at last, dear,
people who practice escapology,
who can then help you to disappear.
April 17, 2019
for the Bring On The Dancing Bears Poetry Contest of John Lawless
(with all the many things to do in this world, I hate when someone says,
"I'M BORED" well, unless they are forced to be in a place they don't want to be and they have no pen and paper or technological devices on them!)
Party Throw or Get To Go
Always impressed when party we throw;
To someone other's always do get to go;
Very elegant,
When we went;
They are throwers who we want to know.
Jim Horn
Come one! Come all!
Come to Carnival!
Let us celebrate the Fall
and partake a small measure
in the pleasure
of this season,
a party for no reason,
save tomorrow we die!
Hear the cries of the party-goers
the bauble throwers,
forgetting for the moment they are mortal,
have given up the portal
of glory,
the old, old, story
of Paradise tossed.
Tonight, we do not count the cost!
We forget
the bet
we lost!
Tonight, let us be glad
not begrudging or mad
that life
with all its strife
is short.
Hold your memories to your heart.
Come, you’ve no time to sorrow.
Eat, and drink for tomorrow
we die.
"Stone Throwers, Love's Release"
Cages
come in all shapes
and sizes
all different ages
the ones
who circle their
little locked rooms
counting time
in calm rages
steel bars
dissolving lives
scream please
release
pray for their
safety daily
for daughters
mothers
fathers
sons
Some never find
peace, freedom.
Love and kindness
somehow if
it remains and
Forgiveness
are the Key.
Hand them your
Love always -
no matter how hard -
Love's Release
Simon
Peter
3 Times Rooster
will crow
Cages
come in all shapes
and sizes
all different ages
throughout history
living in
different pages
Simon, Peter
Love’s Release
Simon, Cephas,
Petros, Petra
One man,
different names
IXOYE
Ikhthýs
Genuflection
Down on my knees
(Leanne Lovejoy-Burton/2018 Jan)
"Stone Throwers" / Johnny Hollow
https://youtu.be/2rKylLMdqtk
I went to park on a summers' day
To people watch and find escape
Bikers and skaters and joggers too
Frisbee throwers, a patriarchal zoo
But of the characters of this parade
A boy and his dog seemed the most brave
The boy would climb a tree the dog would follow
Right up to the top or even a hollow
Across a bridge into the lake
The dog right behind not a moment to waste
Such a friendship they had two silly clowns
Adventures abundant ups and downs
And the dog and the boy wore the same smile
Oblivious to onlookers true to their style
The boy maybe ten the dog maybe two
In the park for the day all part of the zoo.
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