As if our fights were not fractious enough,
Look, children have picked up the cue from us
And unless we call truce for peace and love,
Things might blow off the roof what with all fuss,
She complained once, nudged by the lost out sense.
Relax, I said, a conflict has its use,
So has this friction if confined to fence,
Only, it’s a double-edged sword to choose.
Life, what an opus if fights forge out friends!
Thank friction, a caveman found out the fire,
Stop all chafing, wheels would go out of hands,
It can lift humdrum life a tad higher,
It’s friction that dull edges get vetted,
Without, bonds of ties get not well-knotted.
If friction does within fixed fulcrum lay,
But not, were it to rub in a wrong way.
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Sonnet | 01.01.2026 |conflict/friction, family, marriage
Note: This sonnet should have ended by the fourteenth line, but for the fact that every wife enjoys her birth right to have a last word, and here she insisted on adding her own couplet.
God gave us ability to create crimes.
Each one of these are breaches of laws.
Breaches have been assigned penalties.
Penalties are designed to be equally applied.
Penalties are to prevent crimes from occurring.
Trump was convicted of felonies 34 times.
Therefore, Trump has been a convicted felon.
Convicted felons cannot either be successfully
vetted or pass a National Agency Check (NAC)
by Office of Special Investigation (OSI).
He cannot join the military, cannot be able to
vote or ever be able to receive a security clearance.
He is in violation of Declaration of Independence,
Constitution and Amendments and Articles of
Confederation.
These items were created to prevent a person
from being President of the United States (POTUS)
and should properly be enforced.
A hectic stare across the cliff,
grabs my prying mindfulness.
but yet I hanker after urban fare,
such ruptured loyalty alas,
has a solid grip as I inhale,
the rampant toxic seaweed odor,
for which release a bland choice,
as bulging dark gray torrents,
remind us of some threat,
a fancy name as birthmark,
blemish, or craven riddle,
consequential strain I fear,
might alter this delay,
how city haven slant,
bustle, blast, benign graft,
has fallout clearly vetted,
sink block, suction pump,
remedial quick brush off,
two rocky worlds aside,
where common ground,
that less distinct blight,
consuming blind thought,
downpour on the crevice,
outskirt mere sideshow,
flight a gut reaction say,
let valor plot or plod,
whatever barren sabotage,
malaise, daft wanton dash,
each muddled exit’s close loop,
one must master by right,
ominous veil now pending,
scatter brained inkling wrought,
lure, allure, attachment beckons,
departure problematic when pressed,
bursts of rain, bursts of sound,
seeking shelter but clueless,
would things be otherwise,
in large built up areas,
I ponder this dilemma,
while dreaming of fair vales,
or mystic laneways of yore
Good to know that we can be sure that Ms. Claudine Gay
Harvard's newest president was thoroughly vetted, 'the Harvard way'
She's good with Harvard's policy that using the wrong pronoun is abuse
But 'context is required' to discipline those who scream 'Genocide for Jews'
The Path To Citizenship
Miracle Man
October 4, 2023
With our country’s future
he plays a political game,
Conforming to this pattern
exhibits no pride or shame.
We’re quickly becoming home
for any would be moocher,
Who views land of the free
as being now not in the future.
Most all readily avow
to being poor asylum seekers.
I suppose my preferred name
for them would be sneakers.
They illegally cross our borders
without being vetted.
Their take over is coming
because of those who abetted.
A signal I have crossed the line
Driven in the wedge
Bumbled to the precipice
I'm teetering on the edge
I wish my thoughts were crafted
Or vetted in some way
Close the gap between intention
And the words I choose to say
I want to be articulate
Remove the crimson doubt
A whisper of 'I like you'
But instead I choose to shout
Hey ho, it's not the first time
Relationships have crashed
An innocent affection
Distorted, crushed or mashed
Can I just hold my hands up?
I know this is a drag
But I'd like to stall perception
And wave this small white flag
I sometimes know it's foolish
This thing my fingers start
As words just don't come easy
When connected to my heart
Plotted dis---courses
scheduled thresholds
imminent Domain portals.
we glide through an aura prism
lens of Light, Halo colored. elastic beings
thoroughly vetted by Infinite energy pixels,
ellipting Exit sign strategies.
Soul train revival-boarding on Cloud 9,
the ride of your Lives Express.
Happy Trails to you
until we Stream again.
(All Souls Points Bulletin)
Until Now
David J Walker
This poem was waiting for
The right paper before
It is said
It is Written
of
Printed plain words
until now
unspoken
Thoughts and hearts in clouds
Crowds of dry denizens crying in the dust
Until now
Unbroken
On the edge of ether and untried ideas
Of silent sentiments forming the Brokering Reinforcements
Until now
Unavowed nor
Vetted in sentiments of censored compunctions
Flowing in moonlit waterfall forests
Until now
Unnoticed
the Winer is welcomed with inevitable approbation
And essential acclamation while privately negotiating with Spring
Until now
We thought winter might never end
With summers anticipation
INTROSPECTION
reiterated &continous
an outpouring
to enhance trope
vetted &sublimated
exemplifies
an alterego
of
provenance&
credence
timeframed
in succinct
ironic layers
complementary
in
a relentless
genre
perennial
&
implicit
in practice
paralleled &
morphed
into sparse lines
relaxed &
intimate
as
visual statements
of solitude mode
yet
isolated
chimes
with self signature
&
is self streamed
THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE without grammatical symbols the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and respond thus making the form a two way interplay and often a unique interpretation by the enigma so derived
Fragrance of words I’m, who are you?
Romance of lines brought in from blue,
Make words dance in rhythm,
Cut out noise in freedom,
A poet asked: so, what’s your view?
I wield a sword vibrant of hue,
A species that poems review,
A slayer called critic,
I tick ye off, one tic,
I work in ways you’ve not a clue.
This is how a poet might view,
But critic would contest and sue:
I keep pens pry, whetted,
That, words are well-vetted,
Unless I rate, whither will you!
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Tongue-in-cheek |29.12.2020|
Topic: poets, critics
heavily vetted
only the gemstones get in
borders of heaven
Competition for the few vetted by the fewer
What's seen subjectively haughty choosing of a loser
Visceral assertion deemed a sycophantic t w a t
Prideful ego lifted veinly all but one have been forgot
Not important but you made it so just take it as it is
You're a whipping boy of some poor schmuck a name upon a list.....
Bite Size Poem no.4 Poetry Contest
Vaasokht
Values warp love intrigue
Vexed liaison unfair
Vetted assails exacts
Volatile edged divorce
Vaasokht has six rhymed lines
Very old forms have eight
Views last two as unrhymed
*Syllabics checked via howmanysyllables
2020 October 28
*1st Place*
Pleiades 3
~~Joseph May
Star maker Woman made dreams for everyone for fun.
In her capable hands, they were a gloriously done.
Stars for health, peace, love, and fertility woes too.
She could create a star today for me and him and you.
Stars help the world be joyful, she explained to the masses.
They come in a variety of colors – they are perfect, none wearing glasses.
They have twenty-twenty vision and know exactly what to do
To create the best environment for your family and you.
It is not recommended that you put them out in plain sight.
If I were you I would place them in a dark corner, not light.
For they like to save their strength for when they are needed.
Starlight magic is delicate – already vetted and beaded.
I was not sure exactly what Star Maker Woman meant.
But I was determined to keep my star at a hundred percent.
So I followed her instructions from my head to my toes.
And the star she created has forever kept her sweet glows.
When I shake out my star for hope, she gives me hope.
She is ready and willing, and keeps me off all kinds of dope.
She warns me of trouble, and keeps me quite safe and true.
She is my best friend, and my muse, and I love her too.
Tho’ the soft voice has an aristocratic tone,
the haughty attitude ain’t no street gutter different:
Being rude ... dropping shade
Dark keystroke mood,
shallow indigo indifference shown
Another bad online day made
Royal pain of a social media princess
giving good grief
With a sunny disposition staged
That same persona
is acting out in public again —
Digital tongue intoxicated by the viral fame
Drunken thoughts of superiority
are spilled on the laptop
As her mental runt rants spew more shame
But[t] always couched behind banal positivity,
trite emoji expressions
Mousy pooter loves to sphincter the blame
The same gaslight persona
is acting out in the public forum again —
Low heel clicks from lattice lips
Drama queen on a toilet spin,
gossip lovers say she has such a hater handle
Royal flush of a sent sewer clip
Petty web of inane intrigue
got much diva curiosity following her
A Twitter litter trail of trash-talking catnip
Different window dressing edit, peppermint vetted,
has the same bittersweet facade —
Hard candy hits from her gentle fingertips
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