by Tim Smith |
Categories:
nonsense,
Claustrophobia no,not afraid of close quarters
Love sharks and crocks and all in the waters
There's one thing I fear
So listen up here
Hippopotomonstrosesquippedaliophobia non-supporters
*****Hippopotomonstrosesquippedaliophobia is the fear of big words****
by Michael Degenhardt |
Categories:
familyaddiction,
My vice and addiction is not with bookies
But my money’s spent on Girl Scout cookies.
My daughter she sells them and gives me a wink
For she knows I will buy them before I could blink
The shortbreads, the caramels, the cinnamon swirls
The supporters of my addiction are these little girls
by Michael Degenhardt |
Categories:
daughter, family, father, food, addiction,
My vice and addiction is not with bookies
But my money’s spent on Girl Scout cookies.
My daughter she sells them and gives me a wink
For she knows I will buy them before I could blink
The shortbreads, the caramels, the cinnamon swirls
The supporters of my addiction are these little girls
by Tom Zart |
Categories:
adventure, faith, history, life, love, passion, philosophy, world,
Overrun with war and uncontrolled leaders,
Our world becomes more dangerous each day.
dishonest politicians, criminals and the media
Survive by their falsehoods at play.
Bible believers preach, that the end is near
Our world as a whole is beyond reform.
God will eradicate all which is wicked
By his fire of eruption and storm.
To evil’s victory, I will never concede
May its supporters anguish in hell.
By the grace of God and the power of faith
The goodness of man will prevail.
What we accomplish is heaven’s measure
As patriots respond to the threats of man.
Protect and defend what we love till death
As the soldiers of Satan arise from the sand.
by Christopher Flaherty |
Categories:
political,
I love Politics
And have been watching in
Confusion and Amazement
At Donald Trumps election as President
The first address he gave
Was 1 with a rather conciliatory tone
Expressing a will to govern for all
But it seems to have brought Riot's
And lawless to the streets
From opposition supporters
Who profess he is divisive
If Trump has lost the Election
Would his supporters have marched or rioted?
Or would they have just accepted the result
And moved on
The Man has yet to take office
But seemingly will never be given a chance
Remind you of man named Obama
Hard to succeed when no 1 wants
1 to succeed or puts aside personal preferences
For the greater good
by Kale Brereton |
Categories:
lost love,
I told her to follow her dreams
So she did
and left me
In the dust.
July 16/18
Entered "abandon 2" poetry contest
by Rico Leffanta |
Categories:
money,
"Donald Trump does not pay his bills"
That's a fact that gives us the chills
Our Bankruptcy courts
Could nail up his shorts
But supporters love all the frills!
by Arthur Vaso |
Categories:
abuse, america, bullying, freedom, political,
He reaps what he sows
He despises everyone equally though
his supporters are fools, his own words
he said I can shoot one
and they will still love me
I am laughing hysterically as its true
His proclivities or resume as follows
Narcissist
Hater
Bully
Thief
Dictator
Anti democracy
Psycho
Abuser of women
Abuser of all
Racist
Convicted felon
Now every nut has a bandage on their ear
blind mice who are proud of being deaf too
Fools drinking the Kool-Aid
He reaps what he sows
1939 all over again
by Caren Krutsinger |
Categories:
10th grade, 11th grade, 12th grade,
Saunderson and Sarenson
Friends in kindergarten.
Saunderson and Sarenson
Supporters of each other through senior high
Saunderson and Sarenson
Vowing to be friends to the end
Saunderson and Sarenson
Twenty-two year olds who both fall in love with Piggly Pie
Saunderson and Sarenson
Angry ex-friends who become jealous and suspicious now
Saunderson and Sarenson
Enemies when Piggly Pie chooses neither due to their feuding ways
Saunderson and Sarenson
No longer friends, lifelong bachelors living next door to each other
Saunderson and Sarenson
Lifelong enemies, blaming each other, not speaking
Saunderson and Sarenson
Dying on the same day, alone and friendless.
by matthew adams |
Categories:
dark, death, depression, fear, hurt,
Demons in my life... Afraid...
Are there demons in my heart.
God's love in my eyes... Afraid...
Tis too late, blown apart.
Running the race backwards
I can't catch my breath.
To reach the starting line
will begin my death.
I see my supporters
smiles on their face.
No idea...
I've already started the race.
It's too late,
deals of past that were made.
Forsaken in present,
deals... now... time to be paid.
Starting line,
All I dreamt to be.
Starting line...
No saving grace, the end of me.