"mettled" poems
I’m minded today we have a choice
to make our mark and raise our voice
but there are those, it’s very funny
who’d tell you how they’d spend your money.
All over Europe pundits gather
getting themselves in quite a lather
giving opinions on issues political
trying to make them sound so critical.
Skeletons found in many a cupboard
the found out grimace, some have blubbered
and later when all votes are counted
disappointment follows campaigns mounted.
In Germany too they’ll do their thing
as seats stay put or make a swing
France and Italy, Ireland too
votes for Europe are quite a to-do.
Votes are counted on Sunday of course
and Dimbleby brothers roll out in force
the great Swingometer comes into play
as seats are won across the UK.
After all the dust has settled
new MEPs all keen and mettled
all take their seats with po-faced pride
personal pleasure they try to hide.
And so to business for some it’s new
there are many and various things to do
like getting claims in for their expenses
the sitting places – the search for fences.
Alliances to make are the next big thing
who’ll vote with you on anything
but represent those who for you voted
or you’ll be out next time, I hope that’s noted.
©Joe Wilson – The European Elections 2014
May 23, 2014
May 23, 2014 at 1:12 PM UTC
The sweet never grows old
Or so it has been said silently and fortold
But one never knows what fortune may hold
Fortune, the misguided traveler
Whom, winds wildy send
That,in dandy-lionic fashion is fortune's fend
All the troubles of tyrants have brought to bend
There you find him, dicingly deciding
Riguriously rolling away, not minding
This carousing of carelessness
Is what bought and sold him his business
And business is good
The lifestyle and the luxurious lude
All was pefect, even the mood
But that's the aroura allure
Falling into flooding failure
And business is too good
Lucious conditioning can have one fooled
Fortune is not to be mettled with or tooled
Now it is time for this traveler to be leaved
All the misspoiled one needs is his soul to be retrieved
Luckyliy the lucid fortune's duty has been relieved
Mar 3, 2017
Mar 3, 2017 at 1:55 AM UTC
I got my own job, & was hired.
I met someone else better inspired.
Mutual respect transpires.
The past carrys on & lasts.
I won't be back.
Move fast ahead, be rid of you instead.
The door you slammed.
My life you ******
It was settled.
We're over....infidelty mettled.
Your upset I bet.
Your own regret.
My future is set .
© Harmony Sapphire . All rights reserved,
Jan 12, 2015
Jan 12, 2015 at 2:00 PM UTC
"There was
an uncharacteristic
plot distortion
when
your art
in voodoo
hit upon my
mettled soul
like ******
Dec 20, 2015
Dec 20, 2015 at 2:38 PM UTC
I need cigarettes
and evenings filled with long sighs
and
fragments
mettled
poems
and more cigarettes
waiting for my angst
to form stanzas
tonight I’ll probably just
cough a lot
and go to bed early,
but first I need cigarettes.
Apr 30, 2020
Apr 30, 2020 at 12:25 AM UTC