"controversies" poems
Spring memes
Cuddle under iced sheets
Seduced by frigid lies
And a burberry scarf;
As snow ploughs rule the runway
Glazed rosebuds,
Thimbled thorns,
Strawberries wrapped in cashmere;
And a carrot-nosed character dressed in white,
Play the fiddle
Naked limbs creep
Into the sky,
Seeking green accessories
For fashion week in June
Amidst global miles of warmth
Grandfather's clock
Ticks wisely ahead,
Hands free of politic;
And the memes of Spring delayed
Propagate through verse
And cliched controversies...
Eclipsed by tweets from the Black Sea.
~ P
(#TheMemesOfSpringDelayed)
(3/7/2014)
Mar 7, 2014
Mar 7, 2014 at 5:22 PM UTC
SpongeBob SquarePants is an American animated television series created by marine biologist and animator Stephen Hillenburg for Nickelodeon. The series chronicles the adventures and endeavors of the title character and his various friends in the fictional underwater city of Bikini Bottom. The series' popularity has made it a media franchise, as well as Nickelodeon network's highest rated show, and the most distributed property of MTV Networks. The media franchise has generated $8 billion in merchandising revenue for Nickelodeon.
Many of the ideas for the series originated in an unpublished, educational comic book titled The Intertidal Zone, which Hillenburg created in the mid-1980s. He began developing SpongeBob SquarePants into a television series in 1996 upon the cancellation of Rocko's Modern Life, and turned to Tom Kenny, who had worked with him on that series, to voice the titular character. SpongeBob was originally to be named SpongeBoy, and the series was to be called SpongeBoy Ahoy!, but these were changed, as the name was already trademarked.
The series was previewed on Nickelodeon in the United States on May 1, 1999, following the television airing of the 1999 Kids' Choice Awards, and officially premiered on July 17, 1999. It has received worldwide critical acclaim since its premiere and gained enormous popularity by its second season. The SpongeBob SquarePants Movie, a feature-length film adaptation, was released in theaters on November 19, 2004, and a sequel is currently in production, with a projected release date of February 13, 2015. On July 21, 2012, the series was renewed and aired its ninth season, beginning with the episode "Extreme Spots".[2][3]
Despite its widespread popularity, the series has been involved in several public controversies, including one centered around speculation over SpongeBob SquarePants' intended ****** orientation. The series has been nominated for a variety of different awards, including 17 Annie Awards (with six wins), 17 Golden Reel Awards (with eight wins), 15 Emmy Awards (with one win), 13 Kids' Choice Awards (with 12 wins), and four BAFTA Children's Awards (with two wins). In 2011, a newly described species of mushroom, Spongiforma squarepantsii, was named after the cartoon's title character.
Apr 28, 2014
Apr 28, 2014 at 4:22 PM UTC
What would you like for dinner, Honey?
Pork? Beef? Human?
Ah, I’m never sure about human.
I don’t think I’ve ever had a free range or organic human ever,
Which has always surprised me, seeing as they choose the environment they live in.
Haha, they have the most ridiculous hierarchy of alpha males and leaders,
The psychopathic lead the docile.
I find it hard to eat this animal,
Always in the back of my head are the rumours
That they have a conscience
Somewhere underneath their thin skulls.
And all the controversies,
About it not being quite human meat,
Or being diseased,
Or the weirdoes, with their
“where did humans come from anyway?”
They barely have any meat in them anyway,
Useless animal really.
Sometimes it’s just fat, sometimes just bone.
I don’t like the chances.
Too much risk.
I think I’ll have some foie gras, or maybe some veal.
May 8, 2014
May 8, 2014 at 7:27 AM UTC
Liberal affirmative action!
Bill Clinton responds with the bananas of racist market economies.
Paula Jones holds meetings on the trade embargos of Republican controversies.
Thus Newt Gingrich has affairs with voluptuous filibusters!
Congress serves subpoenas to socialist health care.
Knowest thou how the Justice Department debates with Social Security's agony?
The Religious Right wants to impeach poodle ecstasy,
But it's known that Rush Limbaugh spews forth fundamentalist tax cuts.
Jan 29, 2013
Jan 29, 2013 at 6:49 PM UTC
Are these light rays
Making me uncomfortable?
Hard to wake up early
Hate to be awake early
All I'll have to do is get clean
And search for happiness
Why the newspapers worry me?
Early in the morning, I'd read
On the first page, controversies
Deaths and accidents, black news
Where did the psychologists go?
Get me stronger every dawn
Sep 19, 2016
Sep 19, 2016 at 3:23 AM UTC
I imagine you a bloodcurdling scene,
with your
avant-garde of conscious stream
slaying syntax
smearing words
like the battered wife
whose entity shadows identity.
and your rose is a rose is a rose is a rose
revolves a continuous, endless carousal
repeating controversies
without just end,
just being
oh, You voodoo Queen of rare success
how does this convince the modernist?
Sep 25, 2010
Sep 25, 2010 at 12:05 PM UTC
Indolence always gets the best of me
I feel like a jab
painting images without metaphors,
avoiding the intense visions of the lot
Indifferent, inebriated.
All demons slayed. Spread eagle.
Life seems to be a hassle,
in two ways on the same street
I am the attention *****
who wants to be left alone
Pushing them back only draws them closer
Today is no different,
a muse, a good laugh, a realization
my schedule is full again.
I just want to spend my time
anything else lacks luster
Goal: (noun)
1. aim, 2. end, 3. target, 4. purpose,
5. intention, 6. objective, 7. ambition,
I have none.
You can't force me, try as you may.
What does pique my interest is art
If I ever get over self indulgence,
which I will market emphatically,
I may consider starting a career
Controversies are fun, so is ******
to balance them both in one hand
and collect with the other
that is art.
Form, the world has never seen.
Abstract ambiguity rewriting itself.
Displeasing parents and loved ones around.
The one the perverts idolize
the critics would bow in awe to
Ah yes...
I feel so lazy.
Apr 14, 2014
Apr 14, 2014 at 4:55 AM UTC
Millions of years of existence
Earth carries layers of history
Abundant and bountiful
They thrived during their peak
Happiness and coexistence
Turned to rambunctious ambitions
Valiant hearts turned violent
Severing the ties of humanity
Colored the layers of history in red
Tyrants and traitors marred the existence
Of the beautiful fabric of mankind
Stained fate, never to recover
Sometimes nature turned foe
Obliterating life from this Earth
History is the silent custodian
Testimony to the many facets of humanity
We bring our downfall
Mired in controversies and revenge
Saga of shameful acts and own dereliction
Sifting through the layers of history
It’s not for the faint-hearted to endure
The rough tales of disasters and annihilation
Millions of years and many more thereafter
At the crossroads of humanity
History is waiting to add many more layers
To the annals of its testimony
Apr 21, 2015
Apr 21, 2015 at 8:17 AM UTC
Their words aren't just syllables
They're gunshots
Bullets released from the barrel
Not looking for laughter
But looking to ****
Taking the voices from those who need to use them most
Tears aren't just tears anymore
Tears have turned to blood
Flowing from every exit it can find
Arguments aren't just controversies
They're wars.
Nov 22, 2017
Nov 22, 2017 at 5:55 PM UTC
The butterfly flutters in the skies
looking for a mere complication
to a place where the sun smiles
below the daily mediocre waves
where all tunes same frequency
the multitude parades in lines
sinking in unproven priced lies
moving all along in a rollercoaster
In upward current the levelled high
In downward demotion the trips
As we drool on the bonded chains
In upheaval of lame indecisions
Casting all there is and there is not
Must we sacrifice all we have got
The body that chooses to give and live
A soul in forests waiting to soar
A mind carrying more than it bears
On this holy ground that sink below
where faith is grass that withers
and hope is a rainbow that fades
The blooded paths painted in red
oozing confusion and utter misery
Shall we wait for the embellished heroes?
To teach us how to be and survive
Police bark and robots deployed to shoot
Civilians protest on injustice and inequality
we all beaker and peck the sainted patch
Humanity is our freedom and grace
a tapestry blended by colours and cultures
a oneness painted and screening liberty
The authentic texture of raw love and truth
tainted by patriotism and indocrination
Networks channel and harvest poor yields
whilst we beaker with heated controversies
I, you, we all breath the same scented air
Jul 10, 2016
Jul 10, 2016 at 3:41 PM UTC
Nature is beautiful,
Nature is awesome
Nature is wonderful
and has no comparison
Nature is permanent
and can not be altered
Nature is good and has
No Rival
Nature says
I will never fail
nor forsake you,
Nature has no regret
nor issues relating to controversies
Nature says I am the same
I changeth not
Oh Beautiful Nature
How I want
To
Be your friend
Forever.
Aug 1, 2016
Aug 1, 2016 at 3:33 AM UTC
Risk your life out for the crowd
And you get nothing
But more rebels and jealous people
And you get trapped
Controversies made up from nowhere
You still lonely and cry inside
When you try to hear from positive sides
You get stalled by lots of advices
If you respect your people
Don't expect anyone bless you
Oct 18, 2016
Oct 18, 2016 at 2:26 AM UTC
*I will travel this world
just show me an airline
that allows payment in poetry
show me where words buy visas
I can be a hero
who restores peace at a battlefield
where the universe is
fighting the war of words
I can soar high in space
just show me where lines
are stitched into wings
show me how to synthesise words into feathers
I can leave my mark on Earth
just have to turn it into
a planet whose species
actually knows a poet's worth
I can move the world
just give me a springboard
where I can stand and spin
the rest of the globe the other way
I can make you proud
just learn to hear my silence loud
even if you don't practically
appreciate that I'm endowed
I can be a president
just show me a nation
whose politics ain't marred
with filth, controversies and lies
I can be whatever you want
just give me whatever I need
give me a people without greed
and I'll find you a Moses or Joshua
,that I'm sure
I can be anything
the ocean, the bridge, the home under siege
the road, the beast of burden that lifts the load
the pathfinder at the Red sea,
if I'm given the rod*
Mar 19, 2016
Mar 19, 2016 at 4:54 AM UTC
Beyond the feeling of distraction
I have to keep on doing what I have.
Keep on working, being serious,
keep my head cool and
make my heart beat slowly
that no one could hear it.
I am nervous about so many things but you
made me a neurotic.
You are the reason of refusing eating,
abusing coffee.
You make me feel alive,
Alive enough to die
in controversies, in disappointments.
You are the pain in my back that embraces me so warm
And cozy.
You are the every moment of reality,
The first breath of autumn.
The first sip of coffee after a sleepless night.
The whiff of the first cigarette
that makes me always feel dizzy.
You make me feel quite awful.
Enough to feel the best part of every sight I see,
Of every action I take and every mistake I commit.
I imagine your ***** past and you future, even dirtier.
And if I could be more closer to your real life,
I would not think of it.
Everyone knows how to make one love,
How to draw a beautiful picture.
What colors and objects to put over the life to cover it.
But no one knows how to protect it
prevent all the rain and alcohol drops
which soon will wash all the colors off.
I don’t know anything about life.
I don’t know anything of being in someone else’s life.
Feb 9, 2013
Feb 9, 2013 at 5:06 PM UTC
Twenty eighteen has come and gone,
And all I can say is, What a year!
That twenty nineteen will also be
Just as crazy is crystal clear.
Mass shootings once again
Shook the country, taking a toll
On all of us, and yet very little
Has been done about gun control.
Always the center of controversies,
Trump again tried to assuage
The public by pleading ignorance
When Stormy Daniels took center stage.
Then we learned that Trump had paid
Hush money to flings at least TWICE
In hopes to secure his chances of winning
The twenty sixteen election. How nice!
A lot of Trump's team have left
Through the admin's revolving door,
Always mired in controversy.
There are bound to be many more.
Trump has proved he loves his tyrants
More than he loves our allies and friends.
Ignoring advice from experts, he'll do
Whatever Putin recommends.
Hurricanes caused major flooding;
California was ravaged by fires.
Yet dire warnings go unheeded
By stalwart climate change deniers.
The separation of families seeking
Asylum showed a callous side
Of Trump and his team, whose inhumane
Actions cannot be denied.
Year two of investigations…
Manafort, Gates, Cohen, and Flynn
Are talking more, while the walls
Around Donald Trump are closing in.
Meanwhile Trump continues to lie.
There's no end to his subterfuge.
How many lies? Eight thousand?
And Giuliani plays his stooge.
Kavanagh got a Supreme Court seat
After a sham investigation,
Which shows how Trump maintains the belief:
What's good for Trump is good for the nation.
November saw a welcome blue wave
Sweep through the House. Such a delight!
This should end Nunes' obstruction
Of justice. There will be oversight!
We lost three prominent people:
Barbara and George Bush and McCain.
Very few members of
The old Republican guard remain.
Trump cannot stop harping on
His WALL--a waste of money and time.
With our crumbling infrastructure,
Building his "wall" would be a crime.
What will the New Year bring forth?
Perhaps an indictment? Perhaps an arraignment?
Since Trump loves to be the star,
THAT'S what I'd call entertainment!
-by Bob B (1-1-19)
Jan 1, 2019
Jan 1, 2019 at 12:56 PM UTC
Take a deep breath
As we tour the city of labors
Sit back with an understanding
Where friends keep the companies of enemies
They say it all survival
Behind the walls of your neighbors
sounds of clarity with different opinions
We all a victim of the society
Patriotism is way more expensive than betrayal
The whole society is loosing it
Who do we run to ?
It the voice of a nation in a timid tone
What we bought is a liability to destruction
Last night was the siren
What are they here for ?
Our sins against the rule of the world
We raise our shoulders high
Tormented by our past
In memories of the dark side of our story
Don’t forget the mirage lies ahead
We are never satisfied
Jun 25, 2015
Jun 25, 2015 at 9:22 AM UTC
It's football night America
no one, took a knee
the day is done, we know who won
Eagles, flying free
It's football night, America
no known controversies
the game is set, never fret
Patriots found, the key
We'll know, when the dust settles
just what, and who, will be
living in America
on football night
we'll see
Jan 21, 2018
Jan 21, 2018 at 10:13 PM UTC
and so
we're alone in a world full of people?
just this pen.
just this paper.
one on one.
it's an escape.
therapeutic and sublime was how it felt.
a chance to put our thoughts down..
put our foot down..
"chill out", a voice behind the ear.
just let everything flow out.. spill out..
escape or seclusion, pen and paper
but not isolation.
for some reason, ‘these thoughts, can they be a gateway...?
to connect through others.'
we hear people's thoughts, personalities, various angles and perspectives, religion, art, arguments, controversies, and social engineering..
so many subjects and topics, spraying at many targets in the hopes for one that might ever latch on, can we ever click on?
so this was the escape.
let us bleed ink and we succumb to slowly die.
as the life proceeding will be one word less,
until the very last breath.
we share eachother our mind, body, spirit, soul to one another.
our sanity, our graciousness,
our wrath but also our peace into love and strong relationships.
the incendiary lava that flows and burns within,
can be frozen and lifeless tranquility tomorrow...
but then after all the chaos
once we see for ourselves, and we had a chance to walk and walk.
and everything just... settles.
past this tangible life onward to a spiritual existence,
just remember to stick together..
because we're all in this together..
Mar 11, 2015
Mar 11, 2015 at 3:43 AM UTC
the department's lack of transparency under secretary [redacted]'s leadership is ruining our reputation. wounds still fresh, still raw from the steaming hot poker of [redacted], his insistence on [redacted] with all the [redacted] has left the cabinet muddied and in a state of disrepair; the dismantling taking place under scrutiny of the public eye, whose line-of-sight is unwavering upon the heart of the issue. being as he is in a position of influence, of power, [redacted]'s behaviour is deplorable and inexcusable, and the liberal use of [redacted] resources to stretch his spidery fingers into the forbidden *** of [redacted] is unprecedented, even as we as a people grow used to controversies in a similar vein. thick skin is now a prerequisite of living in our political climate. representatives from [redacted]'s leadership group are yet to make any statements on the issue, though it is -- from a partisan standpoint -- abundantly clear that if an apology or explanation is not issued soon, the young republicrat's reputation will combust in a display of unglory; splintered shards of a once-polished and spotless reputation flying in different directions across the [redacted]. [redacted] has landed himself in hot water. we'll soon know how severe the burns are.
Jun 26, 2018
Jun 26, 2018 at 6:37 AM UTC
With their sack of books
On donkey shoulders
With a frown and tears
With a push from home
To climb Mount Everest
Facing controversies
As scoldings and shame
Bleeding workouts
Abandoning joyful days
Innocent little hearts
Seeking peace in a world
Of strangers created by
Technology of Robots !
Jun 19, 2016
Jun 19, 2016 at 12:06 AM UTC
Man of legendary talent who
inspires humanity to unite and
congregates a million fans through
his magnetic songs that simplify
a thousand sentiments of humanity
exposing a multitude diversities
languishing in vague controversies
Just a human being who succumbed to
a lot of controversies in life just like any celebrity
continuing to survive by fighting the odds
kicking *** to assert certain innate rights
so that freedom may prevail in own self
over and above giving joy to others
now has come to an end in death
Feb 19, 2015
Feb 19, 2015 at 11:40 PM UTC
Crumbled underneath shattered dreams,
that fell before they could span their wings.
Struggling for a quick last gasp of breath,
He bore the brunt of horrid sufferings.
He knew by intuition, that all was lost,
and the crucifying pain stung like hell.
He had gambled and stumbled in succession,
And before he could rise, again he fell.
Maybe ambition had driven him mad,
or maybe greed had stabbed him in the back.
Penalized for wishing and barred from hoping,
He was imperiously ****** into a ravine so black.
He had shrieked for aid as he bled,
But a shameless silence answered his yelp.
Success had made him many friends,
But in misery, he had only his shadow for help.
Convinced of his apparent invincibility,
he had jeered at predictions of his fall.
But when the fatal fist struck and strangled him,
he shivered and stood cornered against the wall.
His life got embroiled in the worst of controversies,
with luck dealing all the dreaded cards.
The public juggernaut steamrollered over him,
And his destiny broke into a thousand shards.
People stood shocked as his fortunes dipped,
and readily chronicled the tragedy of his tale.
His spectacular doom had fluttered many minds,
and his life was enveloped in a stormy gale.
Stripped of all his glory, he stood naked
at the altar of the Great Court of Deeds.
Prosecution was sharp and the judgement brisk,
and he was gheraoed by a ghetto of Satan’s steeds.
He could smell the stench of felony in the air,
as once-familiar voices called for his head.
The wretched flimsiness of human loyalties
filled his torn heart with a fierce hatred.
Even as they pitilessly led him to the gallows,
the resolution of all illusions made him blind.
And even before the darned noose had tightened,
Hopelessness had triumphed over his mind.
So, he died – a pathetic predetermined death,
punished for living rightly by the wrong rules.
Lost amidst the cruel ironies of his world,
crushed under the combined weight of fools.
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Aug 23, 2016
Aug 23, 2016 at 1:02 PM UTC
I can see the glowing ball of our fortunes to come,
just arms length and it's pulling away,
hold me tight so I can reach it ,
Once in hand we can erase the world that keeps us,
Embrace the falling sky, following chicken littles crys,
Please please look up at what you're doing
I have here a gun in my hand, pleading not to use it,
If we continue down this road, our corrupted lungs
will get us before my bullets come,
Set fire to in inside of our hearts,
loosen up the breaks and don't look back,
for each coin turned is other lie told,
gather up my ashes and pour them in the mold
Depressing controversies make noble pursuits to fix,
Standing alone facing a wall of your peers,
what sin must look like when it revels in the truth,
sinking hopes are followed by an unwavering word
Watch out for the last peeking sun,
it will scream for attention and pry at our eyes,
the last of it will reveal secrets hidden,
you and I are so much a like.
Nov 4, 2015
Nov 4, 2015 at 9:03 AM UTC
To the hills touching sky
That look very high
To the dried up trees
Which are soon gonna die
To one who wanna give up
To one that shy
To all the hopes
That you've set very high
To one who are looking
The easy way out
Dont you ever
Want your success to shout?
Dont quit the race
Until you die
Be the winner
Not a ducky tie
To one who left
To one who failed
Dont you want
Your determination to be hailed?
You work hard
All your life
But when the time comes
You switch to knife.
What example
Do you set to your kids
You wanted something
But you quit amidst!
To all the good days
To people who'll gaze
When you fail at times
They wont appraise
To the dream you chase
To the eyebrows you raise
To the hard work you do
That make that one person amaze
To the time you figure out ways
To one that has undying craze
The devotion is what you must have
Which turns you into flickering blaze
To the controversies that you carry
To the failures that look scary
Struggle is a pathway
To the success you wanna marry
To the goal you wanna achieve
To hurdles you have to deceive
When the path looks tough
In yourself you have to believe
Dont quit the game
Until you win
Triumph the impossible
Then flash a grin
Mar 30, 2018
Mar 30, 2018 at 3:49 AM UTC