sick remedy
an unlicensed Kennedy~
my mortality
Categories:
unlicensed, political,
Form: Senryu
Term Limits
Would Drain The Swamp
Miracle Man
8/12/2023
Now draining the swamp
is a worthwhile topic,
Only those who could drain it
appear to be myopic.
I oft hear the catch phrase,
“It’s for the American people”.
But if swamp truth be known
it’s usually for congresspeople.
Their interest lies mostly
in things benefiting their person.
So as a consequence, I think,
I’m seeing things worsen.
Seems decisions are born
from some political whim.
So term limits won’t come
because it affects them.
Most politicians know lobbyist
on a first name basis.
Lobbyist are like unlicensed banks
and a political oasis.
It’s a game of “you scratch my back,
and I’ll scratch yours”
A swamp once filled with snakes
is now home to dinosaurs.
Categories:
unlicensed, how i feel, humorous,
Form: Quatrain
In shackles, the angler stands accused,
His reel now silenced, dreams diffused.
Caught by the law, his freedom at stake,
No fish to take home, just fines to be paid.
An unlicensed cast, is the price he pays.
Categories:
unlicensed, 12th grade,
Form: Free verse
just 50 years ago
i was very sick
no school, no play
couldn't walk alone
I came and went between life and death
due to pulmonary tuberculosis
in our neighborhood
No pharmacy pharmacist
No hospital or doctor
There was no health center
Only
Unlicensed pharmacist and doctor
there was a woman
Afraid to get her shot, I even fell down
She hugged me every time
and she cured me completely
Traces of it still remain but
no one called her to be pharmacist or doctor
rather chatted
50 years after that
I met her again with someone's help
cannot be expressed verbally or in writing
she passed through hard times
We met in a shabby diner
enjoyed light meal
Her fork was busy carrying me food.
Categories:
unlicensed, love,
Form: Free verse
It was a beaten down old rusted out 1948 Ford pick-up truck.
But it was mine for a mere twenty six dollars and nineteen cents.
Don’t ask how Grandma came up with that price.
The exact amount I had in my piggy bank.
It did not run, but I was ten.
How much driving can an unlicensed ten-year-old do?
All summer long for three summers I sat in that truck.
Driving to Portland, Colorado, Texas and Maine.
My imagination loved that 1948 Ford so much.
Getting my real truck a few years later
Was almost a letdown, but not totally.
Categories:
unlicensed, car,
Form: Free verse
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Categories:
unlicensed, allegory, society,
Form: List
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Categories:
unlicensed, allegory, america,
Form: Prose
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Categories:
unlicensed, allegory, america,
Form: Prose
The rumbling and shovelling
Pandemonium and desecration
The killings and maiming of souls
Boko harambee, the harem of
murderers
The genie let loose, murder
incorporated,
Unlicensed to kill
It's the wild! wild!! North on
the brink!
The north overrun
The hounds on the run
The hunt only just began.
Boko haram has taken the
center stage
The grave is filling, yet it takes
more and more dead.
It's the Wild! Wild!! North on
the brink.
(Written on the 2nd May, 2015)
N.B. presently Boko haram, Killer herdsmen, bandits, kidnappers and others have overran Nigeria and overwhelming the Security forces.
Categories:
unlicensed, anger, betrayal, dark, heartbreak,
Form: Free verse
There are many bones in the lake.
King Fishers and Great Blues
carry the small ones away
to weave them into platforms
high in the wind whisked sky.
They are always looking for more,
so also is the fisherman with his scouring net
trawling these waters.
The cops are out hunting
for the unlicensed and strays,
there are plenty in these lawless times.
The bone-taking fisherman
snags the bones
that the birds cannot carry off.
Back in his shack,
in the low tangled woods,
he is constructing hollow forms
none of them yet complete.
“Loneliness is a terrible burden,”
he tells the half-made
skeletal constructions.
The bones are impatient
to be works of art,
and no longer want to found
murdered or drowned.
Categories:
unlicensed, poetry,
Form: Free verse
Something is
wrong with
the butterfly
sitting below
her Adam’s
apple.
Hormones
destroy the
metabolism
of her life.
Anger-waves
cause cracks
in relationship;
epicenter is
in her neck.
Her black hairs
fall unusually.
Anxiety spreads
before her
vanity table.
Love dries in
depression. Their
bed becomes a
parched garden.
Her unlicensed
words hit his
heart. A death
rattle echoes in
the throat of
their family life.
A physician and
pharmacist derive
pleasure from her
butterfly gland.
Fabiyas M V
Categories:
unlicensed, life,
Form: Free verse
Thirsty Cars
Those steep, tiring hills going home, I had been in town
bought a new kitchen sink, the second one in forty years,
nothing lasts, that’s how traders make their ill-gotten
gains. My car was exhausted trailing smoke, to lighten
its burden I alighted walked in front as it followed me
slowly. On a flat stretch it teasingly overtook and drove
in front of me and down a track into a deep ravine where
feral donkeys live and run unlicensed garages I wasn’t in
the mood to play “follow the leader,” so I walked home
past wayside bars where cars guzzled Brazilian cane fuel
and flashed their indicators, I ignored this depravity and
hasted away. Midnight, when my car pulled up outside,
it had lost the kitchen-sink and was splattered in manure
of the long eared members of the horse family.
Categories:
unlicensed, adventure, funny, social, car,
Form: Sonnet
They are the biggest depositors in my husband’s bank.
I consider the whole family both vile and rank.
They struck oil back in the hills where they are from.
However, they are all uncouth and dumb.
I have to hold my nose and run and hide
whenever Granny starts making lye soap outside.
That Jethro will never get anywhere with me.
He is big and stupid with the IQ of a flea.
Elly May has scores of unlicensed pets.
She keeps them all on the property without regrets.
Whatever that clan will do next can’t be predicted.
If I am ever lucky, they will be evicted.
Categories:
unlicensed, funny, nostalgia
Form: Rhyme