Donald Trump is a marvel
The guy can turn on a dime
He already axed Bovino
Christy Noem’s next in line
You’re only as old as you feel some say.
How will it feel on your eightieth birthday?
Everything’s quieter and harder to see.
Not everyone, just seems like it to me.
Portions are smaller as we sit and dine.
When we do drink it’s but one glass of wine.
No longer can we just turn on a dime.
And it gets harder to walk a straight line.
Your sleep is disruptive if it’s like mine.
Going to the bathroom time after time.
Get off your soap box, step onto my cloud.
Life is still better than wearing a shroud.
If you’ve reached your seventies as of late,
Thank your Creator for life can be great.
No timecards to punch, no bosses to please,
Life is to live as each moment you cease.
Crackpot TheorI-Zer
To Know So Much For
So Little! Turn All
Of These Screws,
I Cover The Bases,
I Spread All The News.
If I Turn On A Dime,
It's My Dime I Lost...
I'm Sure My Name:
"Interesting"
Will Cover The Costs.
No Factor: Intelligence,
When Nothing Seems Dumb...
Oh, That Was My Idea?
Say: "Son-Uva-Gun!"
We'll Serve It Self-Righteous
To Beat Number One.
***
It's A Little Long Winded:
Your Future En-Trusts:
To Say It Was Torture
Would Do It Unjust.
Now Just Pause...
*Your Confession*
Be-Cause:
I Destroyed The World
Since I Was Not Nearly
As Smart As I Thought I Was.
Try It Again, With More
Feeling This Time...
***
Yeah!
Rhyme!
Rhyme!
Rhyme!
-Gray Squirrel
06-10-2025
You cannot trust people and that is a fact!
To meet their own needs, they will stab you in your back.
We all are self-centered, each to some degree.
God's word says the only one to trust is Me!
Even the sweetest person can turn on a dime.
If you can catch them at the wrong day or time.
In Romans three-ten he says there's no righteous man.
Then in verse three-eleven, he says no one understands.
If the One who created us describes us this way.
Don't you think you should trust whatever He say?
The news confirms what He is saying is right.
Families betraying each other, road rage and street fights!
I'm not immune, I have done bad things too.
I've had people say " Ken, that just was not you!"
We all have a fallen nature and are prone to do wrong.
The good news there's forgiveness at our Father's throne.
Guilt hit's our conscious and it's a sign we've done bad.
Repentance restores us and again we are glad.
My children your dad loves you, all I know I must tell.
Obey or disobey God, means for us Heaven or Hell!
You are free to disregard me and all that I say.
But know you'll regret letting your pride rule you someday!
Love Dad.
There is a bad love condition
That we all know as suspicion
It tears couples all apart
Because of no love in their heart
Their loving eyes start to turn green
Demeanors go from glad to mean
Attitudes turn on a dime
When someones taking what is mine
No matter what is done or said
Doubt fills up inside their head
Stubbornness starts to take over
They wont listen to each other
Insecurities start to weaken
A love that could never be beaten
By such foolishness and pride
That fills them up deep inside
If they just look back and see
How happy they used to be
It might stop this craziness
And end with a tender kiss
And My Life Is Pretty, O' It Is Just So Fine
Lightning struck just as soon as I inked those words
Sorta of like a mountaintop fell on my head
But who the hell thinks we poets are for the birds
We drink loads of wine and do so butter our bread
Dawn told me stop being lazy, grab pen to write
My old heart was broken and life was a dark hole
Now I am not cowardly, was raised to fight
I am not like your bad ex-boyfriend that always stole
I walk a straight line, my six-guns fire with good aim
My spirit asks nothing but happiness and joy
Of course, I lost my farm but my horse is to blame
I put gold in a thrifty bank but it was a toy!
Now being true and straight, I walk a righteous line.
And my life is pretty, O' it is just so fine.
Robert J. Lindley, Sonnet
March 11th , 1971
Note-
""And it is right now but it can turn on a dime.
As poet my number one job is to pen rhyme.
My gal she is so damn pretty and O' so fine.
We live our deep loving and on our love we dine.""
A glint of iridescent light
summons colors that catch my eye;
flickering in and out of time.
A stunning, splendiferous sight;
a handsome hummingbird drops by,
its reflective sheen, so sublime.
Spotting it is a true delight
for they're constantly on the fly,
hovering, they'll turn on a dime.
Shimmering, fluorescent, and bright;
are apt adjectives that apply
to this harbinger of springtime.
When sunbeams and feathers entwine,
emerald and scarlet hues shine.
This musk ox wasn't like the rest.
It refused to retreat into a circle.
It zig-zagged, could turn on a dime
In the open, It Gleefully faced the wolves head-on.
Much to their chagrin- their blood ran red.
This musk ox never wishes to maim, never eliminate.
He leaves the survivors to bring the warning back to the den.
.
This musk ox never rests.
It's a beast of wisdom and calm, and deceptive intellect
It's marbled with outbursts of playfulness and defensive violence.
It runs on electricity and great instincts.
It has been said that life can turn on a dime,
with patients and perseverance,
I know that it's just about my time.
Many people procrastinate as they sit
and wait for their ship to come in.
I see sails on the horizon, so into life's
ocean, I dive, and out to my ship I swim.
I shall rely solely on faith and the promises
bestowed upon my ancestors.
While others fail to prey but deviously plot
against their neighbor, all the while evil festers.
The tides of our lives are sometimes
rough with a treacherous undertow.
He keeps my head above water, with an occasional gasp
for air, there but for the grace of God, I go.
It has been said that life can turn on a dime,
with patients and perseverance,
I know that it's just about my time.
Many people procrastinate as they sit
and wait for their ship to come in.
I see sails on the horizon, so into life's
ocean, I dive, and out to my ship I swim.
I shall rely solely on faith and the promises
bestowed upon my ancestors,
while others fail to prey, but deviously plot
against their neighbor, all the while evil festers.
The tides of our lives are sometimes
rough with a treacherous undertow.
He keeps my head above water, with an occasional gasp
for air, there but for the grace of God, I go.
A poet who lived out in Anaheim
Tried his hand at mano a mano rhyme.
His phrasing: sublime;
Words turn on a dime,
But he misunderstood the paradigm.
If you don’t have time,
Then don’t do the crime.
He’s reformed now, and he’s back in his prime.
drawn the line ever so fine
somewhere between love and hate
optimism wary in the forefront
of caution flirting its blurred edges
the verdict by a thread
loosely hangs in oscillation
dormant danger staggering
lingers behind flimsy curtains
loving you exposes me
leaving me vulnerable
precarious on the balancing beam
over a trench of shifting sands
dodging odds gambled in a pinch
fearing clouded ulterior motives
i want to trust in you implicitly
risking being taken for the fool
though feelings can turn on a dime
should you unhinge my world
on the edge of love and hate
AP: Honorable Mention 2021
Submitted on July 4, 2021 for A BRIAN STRAND JULY 4 contest sponsored by BRIAN STRAND - RANKED 1ST
Killer was nervous that day
after he’d done away
with the uncle he’d made pay
for the evil he’d suffered long ago one day.
His hands shook.
His body quivered.
What was done was done.
Payback delivered.
The blood had been sickening
and the vomit that followed
smelled like hell
as his guilt he swallowed.
Scared now he’d left the scene
after wiping everything clean.
He jumped in his car.
He thought he’d erased the scar.
But tears welled up
as uncontrolled they fell
down his cheeks
and his throat began to swell.
He couldn’t stop now.
He drove faster and faster
around each dangerous curve
on two wheels he swerved.
As in his mind he relived his crime
suddenly he had to turn on a dime.
When he snapped back to reality it was too late.
The eighteen-wheeler he faced sealed his fate.
Now nothing but the truth he never would tell
because Killer soon would be paying in Hell.
By: Carole O’Terry Duet
Copyright: 6/18/2020
“All rights reserved”
Oh, the sins we commit in the name of progress,
Oh, the lives we ruin in the name of progress,
Oh, the backward steps we take in the name of progress,
Oh, the resources we waste in the name of progress,
Oh, the lies we tell in the name of progress.
Will we ever learn that though we can never stay in one spot forever?
We have a full 360 degrees at our disposal,
Automatic gear change,
And Break assist,
Machines that can turn on a dime,
Scale models,
Water testing tanks,
Wind tunnels,
Number cruncher's,
And computers to spew out dire warnings,
Records from past civilisations,
Grandparents,
Resources of all kinds at our fingertips,
Yoga experts.
And minds trained to know better.
It's Summer time and I'm feelin' fine,
As the breeze ruffles my hair.
The sun beams down, turns my skin dark brown,
And I smile, I haven't a care.
The birds, the bees, the flowers, the trees,
And weddings in June and July.
Young things at play in the grass all day,
And little birds learning to fly.
Down on my knees in the garden I'm pleased,
As everything blossoms and blooms.
I look all around me as far as I can see,
The fields and flowers and dunes.
Along the coast birds dive and they coast,
As swimmers take to the shore.
Winter is past and now at last,
There's something to leave the house for.
The Summer sun's hot and believe it or not,
A good thing can turn on a dime,
If you don't take the notion to put on some lotion,
Because now it's Summer time.
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