I AM ASHAMED
Of President of Mine
In front of all the world
And OTHER COUNTRIES
I am UNITED STATES
BOTH STRONG AND MILITARY POWER
AND THE YOUNG OF ALL
in world where we do we value CULTURE
THE TONE OF VOICE
THE STYLE OF SPEECH
the PERTINENCE
DISOCURSE the DIALOGUE
I WANT TO SAY
HE ISN”T REPRESENTATIVE to me
I am dialing the round telephone
BACK THEN
I AM ALTERING
the program
of behaviors
and rules
THE TRAP FOR FOOLS
THE CITIIZENS ARE TRUSTING AND NAIVE
whose DUTY is to COMBAT THIS
the fraud
ME
AS THE FEDERAL THE LAW
ENFORCEMENT
of them each on their own
THE DILEMMA
WHAT IS THIS I OWN
RULES OF THE GUN THE HANDLING
might be judged
I OWN GUN for the security of mine
I own HUNTING THE THE WEAPON
what for I own
the ASSUALT THE RIFLE
FOR THE THE CASE IF WAR?
And if the weapon handing is for SPORTS
and HOBBY
WHAT FOR
WHAT FOR
WHAT FOR
posses you STOCK THE PILE
of weapons this
IN CASE I SOMETHING MISSED
THE PURPOSE
The Corrupt
Always chasing after money.
Tone of voice, overbearing.
Running from consequences.
With no discipline.
A rebellious youth.
For dishonest gains.
Given false testimony.
The corrupt.
Never give to the poor.
Take all for themselves.
Liars and cheaters.
Nothing with them is pure.
Don’t fall into temptation.
Disobedient, they are.
With sinful patterns.
A lost generation.
Why Can't You Be Serious?
I Am Always Asked That;
And I Try To Think
Of An Honest Answer
All Of The Time.
I Am Serious.
I Am Too Serious.
I Am WAYYY TOO SERIOUS!
Thanks A Lot!
(Effin' Spoiler-Alert.)
Use the correct tone of voice.
Shut-up!
-Gray Squirrel
05-16-2025
I call them spirits
They contact me in a variety of ways
I can smell one of them; he smells like Old Spice
My father
I can see one of them
Also my father
I also glimpse a native American spirit guide named Little Wolf
I do not speak to them, but I am aware
My mother manipulates electricity and the phones.
She can call us from her landline number
Four years after it was disconnected
When I smell smoke I say “Okay, Dwight, I know you are here.”
The smoke smell instantly disappears.
He is my father-in-law
When all of the cabinets slam in the kitchen I know it is Helen.
She is my husband’s mother, showing him that she is displeased
At the tone of voice he has used with me.
I love it when this happens.
Angry Words
Miracle Man
3/30/2024
At times, without thought,
come the words I say.
Carelessly spoken words
will my heart betray.
It can be through anger
that I’ve let them fly.
Later feeling remorseful
I then wonder why.
Wisely chosen words
is the place to start.
My words always reveal
that moment’s heart.
It’s not always my words
but in my tone of voice.
That causes me to lament
over my bad choice.
Ephesians 4:26 KJV
Be ye angry and sin not:
let not the sun go down upon your wrath.
I can feel a room as if it was my skin,
the emotion swirling endlessly
a drop in tone in a voice
the eyes narrowing.
the rise of a chest
the fall of a mood
quite moments
empty spaces
a liars glance
between two.
I can tell if you are sad
your mask, broken
beneath my gaze
I can tell if you lie
your tone of voice
gives way.
I know more
of you then
me, I can see
your energy.
But myself I can not read
I feel my own self apathy
an empty shell to reflect
your sorrows and regrets.
A mirror of silver glass,
cracked enough to pass
as a shadow of a self,
Leftovers of someone else.
What right do you have to put me down?
Why do you try to replace my smile with a frown?
It is within each and every one of us to achieve greatness,
We can rise to the challenge and accept nothing but the best.
We were all created equally I suppose,
So why do you laugh in my face and turn up your nose?
Is it that you think my dreams will never become a reality?
Or you want me to hang my head and wallow in self pity?
What gives you the right to take away my freedom of choice?
Why do you insist to speak to me in that tone of voice?
We can be whatever we want to be,
We can rise up and fulfill our destiny.
We refuse to be defined by our past,
We shall rise like the phoenix and be free at last.
Our dreams we can and must realize,
No more putting us down, no more lies.
It is time for us to put our plans in action,
It is time for us to surpass our own expectation.
Today I am finally free to stand tall with pride,
Today my true feelings I will no longer hide.
For too long you have filled my mind with things from the past,
Today I rise up because I am free at last.
Peachy Keen was thrown into the ether by a young disc jockey
His name was Jim Hawthorne, and it was nineteen forty-eight
Hailing from Pasadena, California, he was loved by the teenage crowd
Always making up words, like Hogan, intriguing and delighting them
one of the few slangs that has to be taken in by tone of voice
It either means something is really excellent, and you love it
or it means it is not good, and you despise it,
so when you hear it, listen for either playful admiring tone or sarcasm
If you don't mean it,
I'd rather you'd not say
Anything to me
If it's not said sincerely
Then let it be.
Your body language
Say's it all,
And your tone of voice is rough.
I do not need an apology.
Your expression is enough.
Please do not say you're sorry
In a dismissive haughty way
If you don't mean it
It is a useless word to say!
to be fair and frank, all judges wearing ear plugs and blindfolds,
must peek undercover to see what unfolds,
to read counsel lips to discern what is said,
lest the tone of voice in what is said aloud, biases them instead.
rising from a trembling heart
sadness wells up in the vacant eyes
and the tone of voice
that never lies.
From Mismatch
Ninth Place : Gregory Barden- Liberum Divisa6 Contest-5/26/21
Poetic Words
I like when you speak to me calmly softly
In a loving tone of voice, when you let
me feel your warm expressions why I can't
help too warm up to you
when you talk to me, not at me
I Feel safe to express thoughts better kept
Why I feel like wanting to speak calmly
expressing myself, sharing our love
You let me speak, drawing my lips close to yours,
Your very presents I sense, moves me in ways
effecting deep sensations, emulated from you
while love is transmitted through my poetic words
We are watching a TV show when a little argument ensues.
My husband and I have known each other since age four,
So this is not uncommon by any means.
We can still argue like five year olds.
He says something especially nasty which is quite unlike him.
BAM! One of the kitchen cupboards slams.
All talking ceased. The only other person in the house is the dog.
And she is sleeping at our feet.
I can hear my heart beating. BAM. BAM. BAM. BAM. BAM.
I cannot move. I am completely paralyzed.
The slamming stops.
I say to my husband “what was that?”
He says “That was my mother.
She did not like my tone of voice with you.”
His mother has been gone since May 28th of 2012.
We have heard this two times after this night, luckily, in the day time.
Water flows from the dam of life,
Not easy, but not all strife.
There is a point at which we die,
Lest we forget, not all goes awry.
Often, we denounce and scold,
As we pass from young to old.
Friends and family are to adore,
Before you or they are no more.
Love is like a pane of glass.
Held by two, it can endure.
If by one, too heavy a mass,
Alone not too sure.
Always in motion, never stable,
Never static, ever brittle.
Held a moment, barely able,
To withstand the noncommital.
Words you utter, tone of voice,
A grimace, smile, or rolling eye.
Words and deeds are your choice,
Be they honey or some lye.
Every thought or smile,
Frown or furrow can beguile,
And must pass first this test:
Is it really for the best?
If the pane glass should drop,
It will chip, crack or shatter.
Damage you cannot stop,
Lasting memory does matter.
Each cycle does grow short,
The glass ever more frail.
Until that one last retort,
You’ve had the final rail.
You get no second chance,
To name what really mattered.
Gone forever, that romance,
The pane of glass, has shattered.
You are my favorite
The mama said to the youngest
Not so much in words
But in smiles
in nods, in gentle pats
In her tone of voice
The oldest knew he was the non-favorite
Each time he saw the mama interact with his brother
He felt a little more of himself slip away
Slip into a bit of a funk
Slip beneath the floor boards
You are my favorite
The mama tried with the oldest
The non-favorite
But in a different tone
in a non-genuine way
She was trying, but it was too little too late
They both knew
He smiled at her, saving her the heartbreak
She had not saved him.
He wished it was true, but the heart does not lie
And the heart was already wailing
Beneath the floorboards
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