"registration" poems
There's a tired old man singing in his boat
He hates his voice but he still likes to vote
Voter registration put him on hold
The value of a thought has steadily dropped
Respect for free speech has stopped
I gave my opinion and someone called the cops
Pump your fist in anger and tell the world why
Shout to the sky, look in the camera's eye
And say "I don't need a reason, it's my right"
Think of all the change that you will bring
Telling the artists what to paint and sing
Sanitize, commercialize, let freedom ring
Apr 3, 2016
Apr 3, 2016 at 12:49 PM UTC
All is NOT well in the grasslands.
The animals are fit to be tied.
The actions of the crafty wolves
Have left the rest of them horrified.
"How will we EVER be able
To keep democracy afloat,"
The antelope asked, "if the wolves
Don't allow us all to vote?
"In many sections of these grasslands,
Shameless wolves are doing their best
To hold voter registration
Hostage, keeping voters suppressed."
"They aim to control voter turnout,"
The deer added. "That's their hope.
Their sneaky ways to manipulate
Elections push the envelope!
“They stall and seek petty reasons
To take names off voting lists.
Fair and honest elections are
In jeopardy if this persists.”
"It's so close to election day,
Our courts are reluctant to raise objections,"
The buffalo said. "Some of the wolves
Are even running in the elections!
"Humph! They stole a Supreme Court justice.
Then they rammed another one through.
Now they're still suppressing voters.
What more damage will they do?"
"Winnowing down voter rolls!
Their strategies should be illegal!"
The fox chimed in. Looking around,
He asked, "Where is our dear friend Eagle?"
The absent eagle wanted no
Responsibility tied to her name.
She couldn't stop the out-of-control
Wolves, and hid her head in shame.
-by Bob B (10-19-18)
Oct 19, 2018
Oct 19, 2018 at 10:50 AM UTC
The fiery red light was staring into my soul.
There was nobody around...
So naturally I hit the gas.
Looked up in that rear view
and some crazy blue lights were ashinin'.
Then came my swerve of shame to the beckoning curb.
My friend to the right kept his cool
While mowing down on two cheese burgers
As he ate, I shook with a casual fear.
The talk with the police was brief
I handed him my license and registration
and he skipped back over to that cop car.
I sat in fear
he ate burgers
we waited
My boy the police came right on back.
he gave me the blissful news.
NO TICKET.
He began the lecture of eating and driving.
that's when my little burger eater chimed right in.
"Sir, I was just handing her a pickle"
I confirmed the statement.
And next thing I knew I was rollin the streets again
Lucked out.
Apr 15, 2014
Apr 15, 2014 at 9:10 PM UTC
Doris bought herself a bike when she were 93.
Thought a trip to John 'O'Groats, would keep her flying free.
Started off at Lands End, from there on she did wobble.
Rode past the tanker.
****** driver,what a ******
He nearly knocked her off.
She noted down his registration number.
Took it to the cop shop.
Wasn't feeling very happy, poor old darling needs a *****
Got back on her bike, to resume her hike.
The raindrops poured and granny snored.
Had a kip while on her bike, maybe Granny needed a trike.
Got as far as the corner shop.
She fancied a little nibble.
Noticed it was getting dark.
She checked out the sky.
Decided cycling was too hard work.
So off she went.
Decided to fly.
Grabbed her broomstick from the hallway.
Off she flew, up, up and away.
Wahey Doris.
Witch granny on an away-day.
(C)LIVVI 2014
Feb 10, 2014
Feb 10, 2014 at 8:51 AM UTC
The one you make up lies about
If you happen to see.
I become the trash every Thursday
morning,
and the Playstation 3.
The dishes in the backyard, and
the registration to my car.
Suddenly I am Coco's sickness-
and food for your worms.
Your abandoned NASA mattress,
And these forgotten words.
Mar 1, 2013
Mar 1, 2013 at 4:24 PM UTC
Ever since their music was packaged and hit the scene,
It has supplied the drug needs of the neighborhood teen.
They try all kinds of piffs during their time to listen,
From Common to the DJ Drama's pay attention.
Gangsta Grills, Dedication, even the radio station
Dropped out from Registration post-poning their graduation
To the new age of crack, being played back to back
On the Sirius XM or that playlist in your lap.
Ipod's and MP3's are the new portable blunts,
Pop in the food & liquor my Lupe to get full and drunk.
So puff, puff, pass until your circle is fully high,
Off of cyphers, freestyles, and the music from the wise.
No matter your preference whether it is ***** or clean,
We can be seen as a walking, talking music fiend.
Mar 11, 2010
Mar 11, 2010 at 2:49 PM UTC
Sun comes up,
she goes down
on some upended main drag,
if i were an archaeologist
i still wouldn't dig this place,
every other day she dwells
in tedious, empty cafés,
but on the weekends she flashes
her "license and registration"
to oncoming traffic,
hoping for grifted furlough
to wear as silken, shiny beads,
and so we ride
this merry-go-round,
because moving in circles
is far better than being trapped in a square,
we've stopped climbing the calendar
in search of higher elevation,
she used to pour it on thick,
stirring drinks inside my head,
i used to shake
worries from her hair,
now with bitter orange marmalade
low in the sky, and stacked against us,
it's home before dark,
lest our eyes open wide to see
we are nothing more
but strangers at sundown.
Feb 17, 2021
Feb 17, 2021 at 10:57 AM UTC
prices for car insurance and registration are too dear
when we part with our dollars we cry an odd tear
there is little or nothing we can do about the rising costs
they make on our finances such outlandish imposts
seemingly our money supply is dwindling away
as all we ever do is fork out dollar after dollar to pay
the days of owning a care shall come to an end
we've not enough money to handle this friend
those of us who rely on a car in the countryside
are not getting a good insurance or registration ride
horse and cart transport we'll have to rejuvenate
as the cost of keeping a car on the road does exasperate
to-day at the motor registry they'll be a lot like me
who'll be miffed with the ever increasing fees
we'll have a grumble and a bit of a whinging session
about how these costs can leave our wallets in recession
Apr 15, 2014
Apr 15, 2014 at 7:42 PM UTC
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Nov 23, 2015
Nov 23, 2015 at 1:28 AM UTC
The warmth of the morning, with just its cold chill,
Can send the essence of the dark night, whistling
In the background, and making its waves, and tearing up its minds
Off speeding into the darkness it leaves behind in all its cold terror,
Letting the wicked and the injured inside, collapse and follow it,
As the days foreshadow beings to set in, touching the walls around us
Its grace and registration of a new day settling in, in unencumbered
Gripping making the new time, this new time, a complete release.
See the shadows of the darkness as they move so quickly, yet slowly through,
Hear the stillness as it begins to warm, and the floor begins to make
Popping noises, as the water heats and steams and comforts the room,
It can be felt, it can be touched, it can be the presence of the daytime
Floating over, bringing sunshine, bringing joy, and near fulfillment,
As the darkness of the night, recedes, for now, into the holes it is kept in,
Until the sun begins its flow, to the darkness. Pray only for the moon.
May 31, 2013
May 31, 2013 at 9:15 AM UTC
Outside of you
Is a typical teenage girl.
Inside of you
Is a completely different person.
Outside of you
You are happy, carefree.
Inside of you
You are sad, alone.
Outside of you
You seem so careful, so fragile.
Inside of you
You are broken into a million pieces.
Outside of you
You talk as if everything is fine.
Inside of you
You are just waiting for the pain to go away.
© 2013 Rebekah Fleck. Legally Copyrighted, all rights reserved. Registration #: HOH6-UUDT-AZRI-BAHI
Dec 20, 2013
Dec 20, 2013 at 12:24 PM UTC
Me: I am a weird guy.
You: Well, who isn't weird?
Me: True enough, but I am a bit more weird.
You: Alright, go on, tell me your story.
Me: I met with a life-threatening road accident.
You: So what, several do, even I did.
Me: I was in a 23-day comatose state.
You: That's interesting, what had happened?
Me: I was hit by this idiot on the highway.
You: Who was at mistake - you or him?
Me: Both, I was over-speeding and he turned without any indication.
You: What was your approximate speed that day?
Me: Around 90, it's a highway, you can't expect me to drag my bike below that speed.
You: Alright, but in the end your life went off the track.
Me: My fourth semester exams were going to be held 10 days later, I was made to shift my college due to circumstances.
You: That means you're at loss in the end, what happened to the other biker?
Me: A good man took me to the hospital and noted the other bike's registration number.
You: You are still at loss.
Me: Yes and no. I have accepted that the accident had happened.
You: What happened with your studies?
Me: I started life again at the new college sans any older friends but I have performed what they term 'miraculous' as I cleared 10 examinations at a go instead of the regular 5 examinations to end a semester.
You: Very good, but be careful now on. (Admiring me inside)
Nov 7, 2013
Nov 7, 2013 at 4:30 AM UTC
Some say life is personal,
because passion is an internal central.
Be honest and practical
because it is totally essential.
Life choices can be critical
and make you want to visit the medical.
But, then, life's race is purely vertical.
Plans of progree must be made at the initial.
No black dealing because you're not a criminal.
When God decides to put a point in ur life-span's decimal,
dont go bargaining and complaining like a political animal,
because Death in character is very un-social.
Judgement day in Heaven's court is very legal
Hell's registration number isnt serial.
Nov 4, 2013
Nov 4, 2013 at 4:55 AM UTC
Christmas Day! It's hot off the press.
I cannot believe what I am reading.
There in bold headlines and all in caps:
SANTA CLAUS PULLED OVER FOR SPEEDING!
Is it possible for Santa's sleigh
To exceed the maximum miles per hour?
Might that have a little to do
With all of his horse-…or reindeer-power?
The policeman asked for his driver's license.
A driver's license for Santa? What gives?
Don't cops know that such trivialities
Are unnecessary where Santa lives?
What about vehicle registration?
Also missing on Santa's person.
"Oh, oh," I thought. "He's going to have problems."
But keep on reading: things only worsen.
When asked if the red in his cheeks resulted
From tipping the bottle, Santa said, "Stop.
You must be kidding, for you ought to know
That Santa has NEVER touched a drop."
The policeman asked him to walk a straight line.
Shaking with laughter, the plump man replied,
"I can't EVEN see my feet.
I couldn't walk a straight line if I tried!"
The cop threatened to search the sleigh,
Which, Santa said, would be all right.
"But once you start," he added with a grin,
"You'll find it's going to take you all night."
A witness heard Santa quietly mutter,
"It wasn't such a good idea
To take that alternate route. Good grief!
Where have I landed? In North Korea?
You know, you're putting me way behind schedule.
If I don't hurry, I'll be in big trouble."
Santa pleaded with the man in uniform,
"I need to get going on the double."
So Santa got off with only a warning.
We're lucky he wasn't hauled off to jail,
Which would have forced Mrs. Claus
To have to come up with money for bail.
- by Bob B
Dec 7, 2016
Dec 7, 2016 at 8:37 AM UTC
Has it been so long?
Since the days Crack Music and Gold Digger played
on the radio
The best of time with two
of the best I know
Arguments of Art
Night drives and cab fares
Late Registration was our soundtrack
Creeping by the exorcist stairs
Some days something can hit me just right
and I remember those nights
Clove Cigarettes
Tom Collins
A case of beer
and I am brought back to senior year
Drive Slow
Aug 27, 2014
Aug 27, 2014 at 8:21 AM UTC
I could care less how many hours you spend on the net or what you do when you're on. I have no clue who you are nor do I care to know you. You crossed the line in claiming one of my poems as your own.
Please be advised, It takes only a few minutes to upload electronically to the Library of Congress. Also, please be advised, certificates have been issued under the seal of the Copyright Office that attests the registration of all my poems on this site have been identified as being solely created and owned by me, Betty Ponder. There are stiff fines and penalties for attempting to take credit for works that are not your own.
Below you will find the link to the poem regarding Nelson Mandela I wrote and you get no credit for it being that I don't know you and we have never met or collaborated on anything.
http://hellopoetry.com/poem/untitled-26927/
Betty Ponder
Dec 11, 2013
Dec 11, 2013 at 4:44 PM UTC
Driving at the highway
all the way up
Sending A child away
To pursue her dream
A daughter at a university
A Parent’s dream half fulfilled
Sleepless nights
Worrying for her safety
Sleep talking starts
The house seems so empty
Nightmares begin..
Waiting for a call..
She misses me?
Or my money more?
~ Sharina~
Jun 2, 2013
Jun 2, 2013 at 5:12 AM UTC
Happiness fades to sadness,
Just as the sun fades to dark.
Alone and cold
I feel agony, hopelessness, despair.
My world that was once filled with sunshine
Is now pitch black.
The peace and serenity
Is now anger and frustration.
The love and caring
Is now hatred and bitterness.
But just as the sun fades to dark,
the dark fades to light,
And the cycle repeats itself
Yet again.
© 2013 Rebekah Fleck. Legally Copyrighted, all rights reserved. Registration #: JRXN-QUSU-PMVW-S3OW
Dec 20, 2013
Dec 20, 2013 at 12:23 PM UTC
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Nov 1, 2018
Nov 1, 2018 at 11:21 PM UTC
You left me.
You walked away.
We had been through so much;
There are honestly no words I can say.
You made me so happy,
but now I'm so sad.
You made me feel different,
And I gave you everything I had.
I feel disgusted with myself
Knowing that you left me for someone else.
I thought what we had was real.
Leaving wasn't part of the deal.
I stay up at night
All alone in the dark,
Wishing I had never fallen for you
And that my world wasn't falling apart.
© 2013 Rebekah Fleck. Legally Copyrighted, all rights reserved. Registration #: ZVS2-NRVU-Q9MX-17WW
Dec 20, 2013
Dec 20, 2013 at 12:21 PM UTC
I've never been admitted to a hospital.
But yesterday I was.
I went through registration and
They put this bracelet on my arm to identify me.
I am sitting in my bed now.
It moves to adjust to my body
So that I don't hit a pressure point while I sleep.
Doctors ordered an echocardiogram.
They did an ultrasound on my heart.
I could see everything.
All of the valves and movements.
The technician doing it said that even
My heart loves to dance.
Everything was normal with my heart,
But I will never forget how the aortic valve looks.
It is quite terrifying with all the other valves around it.
It looks like a face, just distorted.
And it moves,
But the two smaller valves on top that look like eyes,
They never stop looking at you.
Apr 24, 2014
Apr 24, 2014 at 8:40 AM UTC
As the earth starts quaking
the trees start shaking
Leaves tremble down in the harsh breeze
How terrifying is the merciless ease
The house is coming down with a smack
All the windows begin to crack
Animals run about in a scurry
The humans follow out in a hurry
Your shallow thoughts reach for all that's inside
Your tremulous feet move forward leaving behind all pride
A loved one grabs you and holds you down
They say take notice of what's around
The registration of the scene racks your brain
bringing about a searing pain
You fall to your knees
Broken, you plead
Your entire body is filled with ache
And suddenly, your dreams ends and you're awake.
May 1, 2015
May 1, 2015 at 7:13 PM UTC
Happy New Year
2016
It is January
And I know what
That means
Save the money
For my car registration
Coming due soon
I bet I still
Will be single
By the month of June
Here is to another year
Filled with random
Experiences
Happy New Year
Jan 1, 2016
Jan 1, 2016 at 10:29 AM UTC
A pre-requisite for keeping fit
is to go down to the Gymnasium
and do a bit of
exercise.
Now,
I'd be telling lies if I said,
'I go there every day'
It's the place I try to keep away
from.
The 'bomb' it may be
but not for me.
I shall strangle in my lassitude
Brood on what might have been
for I have seen those muscle bound
who think they've found the key
Gymnasiums are not for me.
I see a cream cake
take a slice or two.
Cream cakes make me do that,
can't see myself flat on my back
pumping iron
trying on another weight to build up the little strength I've got.
No.
the Gym is not for me
you may peddle on the bike or exercise until you sweat
I'll just get another cake
that's the only weight I want to lift.
Fit's a gift I had and lost
And anyway I can't afford the cost
of registration
Apr 18, 2013
Apr 18, 2013 at 5:13 AM UTC
Sleepy hands graze across milk moon lakes
Blinking fog away and clear the haze
Stars reflect deep turquoise pools
Tinged violet around the rims
Seeping water trickles
Creating runnels
Meandering through scar tissue
And bruises, warm to the touch
Soreness effervesce
As violence retreats back into its shadowy corner
Waiting to pounce
Pursue its next unsuspecting victims
Tension slides back into itself
In the guise of a false security
And reposefulness
A safe blanket of silence falls over
Snuffing out the light of a burning flame
Darkness pervades, stretching past every last surface
So when another set of eyes peers out
Behind translucent curtains
Alarm fails registration
Of the screams escaping her mouth
And hands covered in blood
Taking what isn’t rightfully theirs
Jul 21, 2014
Jul 21, 2014 at 10:47 PM UTC