"repealed" poems
We are told that
Nothing trumps Trump's
Misogyny but truth will out
When his sexist shtick is a
Gift that keeps giving for
His Republican rivals,
Whose
Lips are sealed, but by
Their deeds their hands are unclean.
We know that Bush did not beat about the bush
When he said of women on welfare that “They should
Be able to get their life Together and find a husband"
We know that Walker repealed Wisconsin's only
Equal pay law and supported anti-choice
Invasive intrusion of a woman's right
To choose. We know that Mike H
Has mused that he thinks women
Who cannot control their “Libido"
Should not “curse” and Jay Z is really
A **** seems to be exploiting Beyoncé.
We know that Rubio opposed re-authorizing the
Violence against Women Act, even though he knew
What it meant when he opposed the Paycheck Fairness
Act. We know Rand P was rightly Republican in similarly
Voting against the Paycheck Act, and in his college secret
Society promoted Anita B's views that oral *** was a sin.
Perhaps they all need to look in the mirror and adhere to
The Biblical adage that "He who is without sin should
Cast the first stone" But what is sin anyway?
Aug 11, 2015
Aug 11, 2015 at 3:09 PM UTC
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As Sleigh Bells seem in summer
Or Bees, at Christmas show—
So fairy—so fictitious
The individuals do
Repealed from observation—
A Party that we knew—
More distant in an instant
Than Dawn in Timbuctoo.
2k
I'm not a great man,
But,
I've been here and there, and I've learned a lot.
Like how not to get shot,
And where to buy ***
I've bent every misdemeanor law,
Some would call me a libertarian,
I say democracy is a farce,
Keep your vote, and leave me out of it.
Most of what I know is useless idiosyncratic observation.
For instance,
I know how many days it takes to hide 73 pipes, and other miscellaneous paraphernalia.
My father was raised in the depression,
He refused to let us throw anything out,
And we had a chest of drawers, full of old junk.
Watches without bands, and any piece of scrap paper,
That had free space on it. Last years receipt, dry cleaning tickets, etcetera...
And,
Subsequently,
It rubbed off on me,
And I hate throwing anything out.
I don't buy new stuff, until the old stuff goes bust.
I had a 10 pound Toshiba satellite, for 8 years,
Until the plug jack came loose, and I fried the sucker.
So when my doctor told me I had to quit smoking...
Everything,
I had forty plus years of accumulated paraphernalia.
I gave a pipe, to friends who were interested,
But it wasn't enough.
I hear you saying it now,
"You irresponsible old lunatic!"
And you're right, but I look at it a little different.
You might call it promoting lawlessness,
I say a law that is obsolete should be repealed.
Walk down the street, you'll see the dime bags,
and blunt wrappers everywhere.
No need to promote something that will happen anyway.
Teens will smoke, so I hid a bunch near high schools.
Up at Rutgers, I hid one in ten different buildings,
A few outside of the police station, and the courthouse,
And one in the bushes of my snobby neighbor.
Any place I could think of, I hid a pipe.
Rebellion be ****** I did it because I felt good,
Like a simple **********
A stolen cherry, in the supermarket.
Sowhatsthepoint?
Crime isn't cool kiddies,
But, as long as you steer clear of felonious activity,
They won't send you to real **** ****** jail.
Even your grandma, probably jaywalks from time to time.
Oh if you stumble on one of my pipe hiding spots,
Don't touch it until your old enough.
Aug 24, 2012
Aug 24, 2012 at 9:18 AM UTC
Prohibition began one hundred years ago in the USA.
People had their right to drink ***** taken away.
This made people unhappy and they began to whine.
And this caused Al Capone to start peddling moonshine.
Capone was evil and because of him, people were killed.
On December 5 1933, the 18th Amendment was repealed.
People were very happy because prohibition came to an end.
They were as giddy as school girls to have the right to drink again.
Jan 1, 2020
Jan 1, 2020 at 10:06 AM UTC
Today I met a feeling, that had left me all but wordless.
Despite my wit and clever words, I’d found my mind quite worthless.
It strode itself up to the walls, surrounding my lonely heart,
and all it took was a gentle push, to tear them all apart.
Walking through the wreckage of the walls that had kept me away,
it passed right through me, as if a ghost, and then was on its way.
In the moment that it filled me, the holes in my heart had healed,
but still upon its fleeting passage, its cures had been repealed.
Oct 3, 2016
Oct 3, 2016 at 7:43 AM UTC
Walked to the lake nobody around
Watery clear mirrored no sound
Fish made their move taken by surprise
Divine Love entered the clearing in disguise
Appeared from nowhere crossed time bridged space
How did Love know where to find this place
Knew from the start Love wanted her heart
To make her stay from far away
Destined to meet had no idea why
Kind hopeful passionate romantic guy
Foliage reflection silent forest clime
A window a portal a wormhole in time
Peeked through the veil past the Divide
Clandestine link to the other side
A kiss a chain two souls linked together
A golden moment personified forever
To a river where the crowds gather
Followed invited welcomed her there
Visualized materialized the crack sublime
The crowd parted for her proof paradigm
Her mission veiled her purpose oblivious
Death lurked undetectable ubiquitous
Invisible Denizen of Fear
Behind in front at her side always near
Waited for a mistake hoped for a lie
A justified excuse to take her life
Stalked her everywhere dragged her around
Wondered when to take her down under
The ledge behind the edge set up high
Nowhere to hide Death always close by
Steeled herself gathered her strength
Lethal Weapon disarmed; Exigent Innocent
Luminous Numinis shielded on all sides
Taken to dark regions unknown unseen by eyes
Brainwashed cornered Captive memory gone
Stood her ground as Death stared her down
Lured to the river hard cold fast water slid past
“How Can I .... You, I Love You”, Death asked
Brutalized left for dead her sentence repealed
Death needed permission the plan revealed
Passed back through the portal unscratched
Delivered home safe to Divine Love at last
Sep 8, 2015
Sep 8, 2015 at 2:38 PM UTC
Let us lay in endless greens, and symbiotically allow the day
A simple spinning about the omphalos of heart’s creation
I want to feel the rapturous entanglement of our atoms
Bursting in fruition as melismatic chiming sighs
And in this becoming, vernal musings with parameters repealed,
We glimpse an eternal oculus by sapid lips shared
In this essence chased through time and captured by the instance
Your quantum passion yearns toward the receptacle of prophecy
I, the oracle form a forecast in rhythm’s *****
To find that the plexus of forever pulsates beneath your skin and mine
Feb 20, 2013
Feb 20, 2013 at 11:17 AM UTC
She, betrayed, in histrionic flow,
Heart akimbo, flailing at the sky,
Fired with voyeuristic need-to-know,
Rages at the outing of a lie.
He, defensive, understanding, sure,
Accommodates the outburst in his stride.
Lassoes her with a practiced sinecure;
Instinctive gesture, expertly applied.
She, bewildered, aimless and morose –
(He, distracted by the barmaid’s hips) –
Casts aside the guilt-effacing rose;
Repealed devotion scrawled upon her lips.
Jan 16, 2013
Jan 16, 2013 at 2:11 PM UTC
The Captains and the Kings depart
Conflict’s flag descends the mast,
Skirmishes of battle stilled
Recriminations put to past.
A pageantry is in the air
Banners snap to stiff sea breeze,
White dust stirs as multitudes
Retreat in legions to the seas.
War retreats to motes of peace
Lost and honoured are deceased,
Weary troops are homeward bound
With mortal sins repealed by priest.
A stillness on the fields of mud
Skyward points artillery’s snout,
Cordite’s stink conceals the blood
Of legends made in battle’s route.
A stillness in the ringing ears
As corporals wend their weary way
To embarkation’s khaki fleet
Which wallows short in ocean sway.
A weariness of bone and limb
Bloodshot eyes glaze over now
Trudging to Creation’s Hymn
Juxtaposed by war... somehow?
Whitecaps on the ocean spray
The Captains and the Kings depart,
Repatriation’s cloak descends
To wrap war’s futile, cold, black heart.
Marshalg
Victoria Park Tunnel
9 September 2011
Sep 8, 2011
Sep 8, 2011 at 11:20 PM UTC
Are there real lessons to be learned,
from playing the board Game of Risk?
Is it just a fun, leisurely past time
with gameplay that can be fairly brisk?
Its premise promotes outright conflict,
albeit on a miniature scale and timetable.
With some posturing and open discussions,
attacks proceed without mortality tables.
Between uneasy alliances (based on lies)
and few verbal, unenforceable treaties,
what attitudes are honed while players
develop their world-domination strategies?
Using the armies of lifeless soldiers
to sate personal needs of global conquest,
wannabe dictators wave ideas of war-policy
with banners hiding a pseudo blood-lust.
From war campaigns with rules of engagement
that follow a predetermined, orderly sequence,
are societies secretly pushing warmongering
with unknown and unforeseen consequences?
Covert operations are not possible or deployed,
as military movements are clearly seen by all;
when acquiring territories around the World,
can a bad cause spread before an uncertain fall?
Does odds calculation for incremental success
as combatants tumble the dice of aggression,
dissuade future, role-playing battlers to not
**** others in favor of peaceful solutions?
Are we actually teaching our future generations
that war will be a permanent, acceptable ideal?
Can the human condition continue moving forward…
while the concept of peace may be sadly repealed?
Aug 14, 2014
Aug 14, 2014 at 10:35 AM UTC
One day, I'll.let you down
I'll cast a spell so profound
And you will decay in my gaze of time
With a futile hope to lay the dime
Was it so good to be my muse
Did it consolidate your desire for a bruise
I acquired you with a lust within
And you so easily gave in for my thin
I preached and prayed to hold you tight
You became a slave to soak my light
My affinity for you was barely masked
You never denied for all I asked
And now I lay here, tore in shadows
I had let me thought what comes never goes
You held it right, when your will was tested
But you let it pass, when your affliction rested
For how long did I tame you rough
I didn't let you see any exemplary or enough
The war was lost, my grant repealed
When I saw the ghost of the lips that were sealed.
Nov 10, 2014
Nov 10, 2014 at 2:47 PM UTC
8 cops possibly 15 or 16 police officers
1 persona, the 45s scratched and repeating
From the south, no
From Asia, how
Certainly some western flare
Sheeeeeesssshhhhh
16 or 17 officers, why is it repeating,
Repealed, ok. Idk, one single actual law
But several piggy's with lights off
Chortled many brave pedalers
Just down by the shoe store
All of them will fit a persona
Try a pear, chew it and sip on some well water
I will never smoke indoors, not enough space for the frame
But what works, is a story by Dumbo.
That dang chewy elephante.
Dec 1, 2016
Dec 1, 2016 at 4:02 AM UTC
As the details are revealed, you'll see these actions can't be repealed
The danger was obvious, there would be no forgiveness
Love sees nothing, but feels all
No one could have predicted what would happen
With just one phone call
Feelings begin without warning
Taking its toll, on a heart until now
Had maintained all control
The years of loneliness, had become too much
She had forgotten the need, to feel that touch
She had made it this far and adapted to the worse
Come to grips with her life, that she called a curse
Closed off and concealed, never to be revealed
a dream of a life, that would never be appealed
but on that day, when time stood still
not knowing a dream was about to be fulfilled.... to be continued..
Nov 4, 2011
Nov 4, 2011 at 8:28 AM UTC
You are not coming home
You're only visiting mine
The path I've carved to the bone
With my blood and sweat
When you left me behind
We're expecting connections
From two dead cells
Yet there's not a flickering light
No prospective spark to find
I want the best of both worlds
Knowing I've driven you away
While coping with the anger and confusion That leads me astray
I don't need restitution.
I don't seek retribution.
Here I see no resolution.
Let there be no delusion.
Perhaps there's a part of me
That will always care
About what you think or how you feel
But honestly it's hard for me to be real
When the wounds never mutually heal
My heart is repealed
Until your story's revealed
Maybe when Hell freezes over
Or pigs grow wings and fly
Suffice to say
I've grown older
Fulfilled in my own ways
Chasing epiphanies and revolutions
I've become colder
Concealed in my own space
Now I've found the ideal solution
Simply (smile)
Give you an illusion
Oct 19, 2019
Oct 19, 2019 at 7:12 AM UTC
I thought I was long over you
And any thoughts of you and I
Were so far passed by
Until I saw your face
Framed in a photograph
And all my pretenses were shattered
The old Love, the old longing
Came running back
To strike vengeance on my start
Now my life is reeling
And I don't know what to believe
The fine line between fact
And all of my fiction
Has been removed, repealed
Plunging me back down
Into what appeared long lost
Still stuck foundering
Is found again
And I know what you said before
That once lost cannot be bound
Again, And yet for all the world
I see there still is what you once saw
And with time and a little effort
Could renew, make and mend
Bring back to life that full fire
Hearts once rent
Shall be seen whole again
Jul 2, 2010
Jul 2, 2010 at 8:55 PM UTC
Did you ever ponder when you’ll die, bid this world farewell?
Will you go to Heaven? Or will you burn in Hell?
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Are you afraid of death? To know your destiny?
You’ll be sent to Hell…Will you beg on bended knee?
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Too **** late you piece of **** go watch Family Guy
You’ll be there with Larry Singer…weep and wail and cry!
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So smoke another joint, snort a line of crack
Better yet better yet, main-line a jolt of smack
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Abraham will see you, across the Gulf he’ll look [1]
Along side the Rich Man, forever there you’ll cook
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Call for Lazarus, his sores are all now healed
He’ll say hi, I remember you…your damnation not repealed
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Shortly you’ll be moving, you and every other liar
You’ll be cast alive…into the Lake of Fire! [2]
[1] Like 16:26
[2] Rev 20:15
Dec 13, 2014
Dec 13, 2014 at 11:10 AM UTC
Isaiah was a Prophet, a man of old now gone
What he saw he wrote, his message carries on
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What he saw and wrote, God Almighty did reveal
A warning to the World, not to be repealed
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One chapter of his Book, addresses US today
Chapter ten plus three, on Doom a short essay
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The son of Amoz saw, Destruction Death and Woe
Read this and take heed, through this you're going to go
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Not Babylon of old...Babylon today
Not too hard to see, this is the USA
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***** and Gomorrah [1], on them did God rain Fire
This is what's to come, Isaiah was no liar
[1] verse 19
Jan 26, 2015
Jan 26, 2015 at 4:18 AM UTC
I sense your eyes on my flesh,
like a creature seeking through tattered mesh.
I know you're there, stalking and hunting,
My heart races and my knees go weak.
I fall to the ground unable to speak.
I feel the claws start to tear my lung,
I search around trying to find my gun.
Suddenly all I hear is bang, bang, bang.
I look down in cold surprise...
You have won this fight.
I fall to the ground dead. But it is not the end.
I have to be true, I refuse to lie to you.
My Father's heart beat descends and my own heart begins to mend.
With courage I stand.
You will not kill me, you demon within,
You will come out at my command!
No, longer will I fear you, No longer do I give you a place to stay!
You must get out and leave today!
I am healed! Your power over me is repealed.
My spirit is renewed. Cut the attitude, and get yourself out the door,
And while your at it take your little friends with you,
There's a new sheriff in town; he put me in a gown;
He made me his bride, it doesn't look like I lied;
When I told you your power here is no more, so get yourself out the door.
The battle is won, and I'll fight everyday.
I'll do whatever I have to do stay;
I will have victory! I will never give up.
I was born for so much more,
than these useless anxieties; these demons inside of me;
Of their oppression I will fight till I die,
I promise; no lie. I will never give up. Never. Never. Never.
Sep 12, 2014
Sep 12, 2014 at 7:35 AM UTC
Emptiness fills my attitude
Passiveness consumes my mind
It's not hatred, it's not rude
My behavior just is not aligned
Standards say I shouldn't care
And shouldn't have any respect
And if I were more an *******
I'd be less dry, and much more wet
I might be thirsty, but exchanging fluids
Takes a pretty strong connection
I stare down a mellow cup of tea
And for tonight, this is affection
The weather's nice, so I survive
When the sun is shining bright
Then, when I am so alone,
The vitamins and sights feel alright
It's only when behind closed doors
And out in streets or eateries
The moon comes out, the groups come out
And I'm alone, respectively
From my perspective, there are two.
The pursuers and the pursued
I beg for love, beg for time,
But who even are you?
Who are you to control me?
Why is there no other choice?
What events led you to have
Complete power over my rejoice?
I wasn't taught that I am nothing
And that no one would seek me out
But yet, from one night to the other
I have my time, and then my doubts
It's clearly all my own **** fault
This isolation, my one undoing
Should I disrespect women more?
For men who do seem never pursuing
But yes, it's true, I must confess
There is a wall that cuts me out
I must love all and give respect
And that, I could really do without
For if this wall would tumble down,
Oh, how much more I could relate!
What if I was much more like you?
What if I finally learned to hate?
And just add in conformity
And then castrate my eager parts
I'd become a social butterfly
And master this illusive art.
But **** I love myself so much.
I should have put that off, and asked,
"Yeah, sure Nick, you're pretty cool,
But do you want to face the task
Of being alone for being too eager
And being too prideful to change?
Do you want some lonely nights?
Do you want to come off as strange?
Do you want to come off as deranged?
A fool who loves people he just met?
Can you bear the isolation,
Can you bear the empty bed?"
...must be that I took this deal
Without reading all the fine print
Must be great to be repealed
But I am not, so I lament
And yes, I'm blessed, and I hate myself
For wanting what I do not have
And taking what I have for granted
And granting myself the right to be sad
Because I'm so lucky to be here
I'm so lucky to have this life
But there's connections all around me
And my lack causes only strife
Sorry me, I can't just change
I can't devolve to fit the role
I wish I could, I'd love to do it
To accomplish this social goal
But shut up!
You have yourself.
People die before 20 a lot.
Please shut up, please go to bed
And just forget and be forgotten.
Apr 21, 2017
Apr 21, 2017 at 9:49 PM UTC
In the middle of the night Mary called me
She told me something scary
She told me children were crying on the telly
I switched the ***** on and saw them happy as they can be
I asked what was happening and why
She told me when the President says good bye
To the military literally
This I didn’t believe really
I told her if I feel teased
Then you aren’t one of the saints Mary
And Jesus is a member of Judas Priest
She told me to be wary of my tongue
And dismissed my humour as rogue
I told her with her predictions you’re gonna land on the cover of Vogue
Making yourself obsure and vague in your rage
This isn’t the age
Takes a real calling
Shines like the crystal chandelier on the ceiling
You might think you’re healing
But to me you’re just appealing
What about the programmes that are getting repealed
I gonna get your glass onion peeled
And your dreams sealed in
To keep the world screaming from sin
But you should have reserved the musical act
For a redact of your Biblical tact
The Rolling Stones have lost their sheen
And Pop made Lennon pretty mean
You’re old and ironically it’ll take you time to understand what you’ve seen
And how the relationship between God and Jesus had been
Because the humans suffer war
From religion and logic kept afar
Time has found a way heal
But you have help find a way to stop the rogue wheel
Of cruelty and vain realty
To save us from the Bible’s promise of eternity
Because you and me believe in reality
What will happen will happen
As ties deepen
As the tears keep seeping
Through the walls keeping us interminably apart
So please let the dying ideals peacefully depart
And keep away the evil respite
And help us unite
Sep 13, 2017
Sep 13, 2017 at 5:42 PM UTC