Sincerely I make my plea:
Lord help everybody; first help me.
The World Ends With a Bang AND a Whimper:
They (us): Oh please, MR Bush (whimper), please don't point that arsenal over here
It's not the mangled rhetoric, but the insane fixation I fear
Bush: Don't get excited: I just want to liberate you and your evil gang
Now hold still while I get a bead on you, damn it (BANG!)
The White House Rose Garden
Bushes in the White House Rose Garden
Be careful of the seed you've sown
If in your plot an idiot is grown,
Banal weeds sprout mounds of pardon
In the Bush White House Rove Garden.
---BumbleBeeBoogie
I went to the head atheist
And I asked if I could be a theist
He said if you came in a pod
You would make more sense than a god
Then he termed it agnostiest
Agnostiests, he said
Want to play in their head
With concepts made up by theists
Which makes them practically deists
Remember to carefully make your bed
edgarblythe wrote:The World Ends With a Bang AND a Whimper:
Oh please, MR Bush (whimper), please don't point that arsenal over here
It's not the mangled rhetoric, but the insane fixation I fear
Don't get excited: I just want to liberate you and your evil gang
Now hold still while I get a bead on you, damn it (BANG!)
Come on now Edgar my friend, calm down ... calm down...
We'll get Bush and his gang out of there the conventional way!
-jjorge
It's spontaneous, jjorge. I didn't get to think it through and then rewrite, like I'm sure Frost and Shakespeare did. A form of venting.
I did go back with one small edit for clarity sake. The final statement is not intended to be at Bush, but from him.
edgar- I see him as a whimper-er too.
Just jokin' with you Edgar.
Your poem is delightful.
A poem to find a meaning
A song to find a beginning
A cry to work toward freedom
A plea for honest courage
To fight for peace, not oil.
Hi! Ho!
It's off to bed, we go!
Under misty mountains
Waterfalls drop:
Cascading stream
Under mystic mountains
Expectations drop:
unrippling pool
Carefully conducted, orchestrated.
Beauty always overstated,
Velvet petals for the base,
And spores of moss are every place.
Gentle fingers interlaced
Make all our woes more easily faced.
Letty my dear,,,, that's very gentle & with a touch of melancholy
Daughter Knows Best
My daughter phoned tonight
Hello dad, how are you ?
I'm fine I said and how are you ?
Oh I'm ok, how is mum ?
She's talking on the other phone
I'll get her when she's finished
How is work I asked my girl
It's great, it's going well
Any more plaudits ? I asked
What's plaudits, she replied
As in laurels, I said
What ? she asked
Congratulations from your boss,
she said you were doing well
Yes dad. I am
Plaudits as in applause, said I
There's no such word, I was told
I persevered, yes there is
Never heard it, was her retort
You wern't listening then
You've made it up, such disbelief
You've got a degree, yet I know more
She laughed and said stop teasing me
I bet a carton of ciggies I'm right
I don't smoke dad
Time to start, I thought. Now,
ask your mother, she'll tell you
Yes dear, her mother said
Plaudits is a real word and smiled
No, he's not often right but this time
for once he is.
Was daughter contrite at all ?
Was she heck as like.
Can you pick me up dad
at the station this weekend
Hip Hop
Goes the Bop!
Hip Hop
Bop...Bop!
John, the conversation of poetry, often the best of all. It's very difficult for those who hold sheepskins...to admit that those who don't, hold more wisdom than all of Oxford or Harvard, but when the sweet ignorance of youth wants something tangible, they know exactly where to turn, and therein lies all that man was meant to be, a quiet understanding..and a loving sacrifice...plaudits to you, my friend.
Oh. 