Its a shame,
Its a shame that you claim to defend
When in real sense
You want us to depend on you so you can use and use and use
Misuse and abuse us if we refuse
You've got it all figured out
Raise the cost of living to the levels no being could afford to rebel
Then label those who can enemies of progress
You run a short race with long goals
Drying the pockets of the locals
The same pockets you promised to fill on your campaign trail
The solid plans have turned to powder
You've betrayed the nation on whose backs you rose to power
Its been barely an hour but our hands are blistered
Please
You came to us on your knees but took off on the wrong foot
A saint with a cent
You turned altars to pulpits
And we followed your every whim like puppies
Now you wake up every morning thinking of which promise you gon' break first
Mr president
Its evident that this is not working
Cause, trust me, if you pass the bill, the workers that you plan to tax will stop working
Its a shame,
Its a shame that you claim to defend
When in real sense
You want us to depend on you so you can use and use and use
Misuse and abuse us if we refuse
You've got it all figured out
Raise the cost of living to the levels no being could afford to rebel
Then label those who can enemies of progress
You run a short race with long goals
Drying the pockets of the locals
The same pockets you promised to fill on your campaign trail
The solid plans have turned to powder
You've betrayed the nation on whose backs you rose to power
Its been barely an hour but our hands are blistered
Please
You came to us on your knees but took off on the wrong foot
A saint with a cent
You turned altars to pulpits
And we followed your every whim like puppies
Now you wake up every morning thinking of which promise you gon' break first
Mr president
Its evident that this is not working
Cause, trust me, if you pass the bill, the workers that you plan to tax will stop working
“So, who appointed you the grammar police?”
“No one, that’s who!” may your sarcasm increase,
But grammar is important if you seek readership
For readers will pass over you if you don’t give a flip.
Basic language skills are essential for readable writing
Knowing when to use “its” or “it’s” is, frankly, inviting
Using “then” instead of “than” is always an off put
And with your reader gets you off on the wrong foot
“Either requires or,” while “neither requires nor”
I assure you prissy-perfect grammar opens the door
‘Tis true every writer makes the occasional mistake
But you will get high marks if the high road you take
Hone your grammar skills and your poetry will improve,
Readers will rejoice, you’ll have found your groove.
written February 2, 2022
I knew he was bound
To be finally found
With broadcasting steps on the grounds:
A lot talkative their composite sound…
And I knew they would him bound
Spinning him round and round
And his body awfully pound
And assign to a wished mound…
Caught at last he was and wasted,
A fine, once-intact head blasted
And the preferably delayed tasted:
All through sheer fault of footsteps
Always shunned during escapes.
The optimist said that fifty years is half your life,
but the audience surely knows
that men don't live much longer than
the heyday of their town's proud factory
or the life span of an empire in the modern age.
Fifty-five years down a blind path cluttered with bombshells,
every wrong foot a heaving blast,
brickbats, not lemons rain down on
my tiny comic parasol till
I am left here holding only bent and rusty bones.
This is the part where the optimist will spin a yarn
about weaving a tapestry
from the ragged bits remaining,
the breathless crowd expecting the hero
to run their happy gauntlet again and again,
till the last clod falls.
You may think
That it all started on a wrong foot
As the saying goes
You may start to wander
That maybe it was the foundation
As it is always is to blame
It makes you think
Limitations are there for a reason
Grasp for air
But do not take a step back
What is written cannot be erased
Find yourself
Breath, release it
Heal and heal your soul, then let go
it feels like i’m walking on a hanging bridge
fearful
if the ropes might break
if my body would fall.
it feels like the first skateboard ride
fearful
if i launched the wrong foot
if my head would hit the ground.
it feels like a plane’s take off
fearful
if the plane would stay on air
if we would land right way.
and though i feel fear
but the feeling that i feel
is empty.
a.“so what do you do?”
b. “you mean, what do i do in a day? how do i live? what i do for fun? what makes me
happy? something like that?”
a. “no, i mean what is your career, what is it that you do for money?”
b. “ah. so you aren’t really interested in speaking at all, are you?”
a. “what do you mean? all i did was ask you what your job was, how you made your
living.”
b. “made my living? i am living.”
a. “well, yes, i understand that. you know what i’m talking about. jesus, don’t be so
antagonistic. look, i was just trying to start conversation.”
b. “ah. and the best way you thought to go about having a conversation with someone
that you know absolutely nothing about was to ask them what they did to make
money.”
a. “look, whatever man. i was just trying to…”
b. “trying to what?’
a. “i was just trying to get to know you, alright? that’s all.”
b. “so, try again.”
Looking back in life I've made so many wrong turns
Sped up when I should've braked
In this environment I've learned to discern
Between who's walk is real, or fake
It's the little things that hurt, not the abundance
but rather the lack of,
genuine actions speak louder than words
Especially when it comes to love
Hearing others spit your name on their tongue
baffles me through and through
The things they've said, when compared
appear nothing like who I knew
So much I question and would like to say
So much I have to ask
But I know it's not my place,
And in this situation I cannot bask.
I pray you reach a point in life
Where you have no where to turn
So that you may reach out to God
And begin to evaluate and truly discern
We got off on the wrong foot
And there's no retracing our step
Our walks aren't i the same direction
And our new paths have been unkept
I see your life on your page
It's in's and out on your wall
I here the things she tells me
I listen to the words she says
Apart of me feels closed off
I sometimes feel regret
Maybe I chose the wrong path
Did I set off on the wrong foot?
My heart becomes heavy
with each new word I hear
Your life has changed
I'm hardly in it
My consequence, my action
I chose to leave
Your chose to stay
Your moving on without me
I'm being left behind
But then I tried to image
My life without the new people I've met
It can't be done
They are firmly hold a place
In my world, my life, my heart
I remember the rut
that was my life before
the more I remember
The lighter my heart becomes
And the regret...
It starts to fade.