"showdown" poems
At the Zoo
Patriots and faux exhibit and binge on synonyms of liberty printed on beer and underwear
Advertising what should be unspoken and inspired to pervert and romanticize
Preludes to the parades and finale above us all
Weeks of saturated irony
Cuckoo bird irony and BBQ
As they reform Phoenix, rebirth of distractions and thievery
Predators in ally ways pursing America's diamonds and legs
Then gunpowder
Gunpowder of colors and cuckoos
Layers of streets in gunpowder
Towns built of gunpowder
Sky is gunpowder
We are born addicted to led and gunpowder
Gunpowder ****** in the air
Success, display and diversion and more gunpowder to ingest.
The Grand Finale
The Volta of the evening
The hammer of the judge
*** appeal of death and nature flexing it's muscles-
show us some skin!
Covering your ears
Eyes fastened-
Ready to burrow back to mothers womb
Binged and free
Chinese celebration hijacked
Red, White and Blue
And a moment of silence
Orchestrated onomatopoeia in heaven
Chorus of arousal on Earth
Band marching war machines in hell
The showdown of 241 years!
This freedom we are all grateful to only talk about
Only free to battle shackling intoxication
Men and women tugging extra weighted offspring
Sulking for indoors and portable addiction
Chanting three letter obedience
God being counted by his blessings
Fear and Statism in every breathe for salvation from our stick swatted enemies
Checkpoints that serve and protect asking for a toll;
liberty synonyms.
Arresting the too free
At the Zoo,
The cuckoos regaining reality.
The phoenix red eye and held under oath
To the next day where we are back
To hate each others freedom, again.
Jul 10, 2017
Jul 10, 2017 at 1:31 AM UTC
Seniors sluggishly step
Trifling tunnels suddenly turn tame
But boredom befalls from bountiful blessings
The lengthy labyrinths lead to a lair of light
However, hazardous hiking harms healthy equipment
Determination among tunnel dwellers dwindles down drastically
Can crawling to the coronation corridor ease the contagious condition?
Apr 23, 2013
Apr 23, 2013 at 3:00 PM UTC
It is positively sublime
watching Democrats eat their own.
i thought they only snacked on
Republicans and social inequalities.
Before you start, stop calling
me a Republican. My God,
man, i have standards.
i love sweet tea, but
the only tea party i endorse
is another Boston Tea Party.
The only contribution i have
for the cause is if i
teabag your mom.
Purely out of respect, you
understand? Because i
care too much...
Delicious anarchy is upon us.
i have brought popcorn,
enough for us all, enjoy
the show!!
The sun will surely rise
tomorrow. Probably.
Most of us will still be here.
Nov 14, 2013
Nov 14, 2013 at 7:18 PM UTC
Protest it.
Unless you employed by the government.
Rules are totally different.
If officers violate the laws they serving to protect us.
Stand up for your rights to protest.
We in America not one of that dictatorship country.
Why?
Do people feel athletes can't protest?
They go on strike for various things not right to them.
Not one stated the protesting the anthem.
Not one.
They protesting injustice.
And rightly so.
So fans are mad than many probably never saw the youth that protested in the sixties against a war.
Whether you agree or don't.
Always stand up for your rights.
So a so-called billionaire never paid taxes and won't reveal his income tax forms using idle threats.
The only one filling the role of kiss-up is the owners.
Without comprehending, if there is a sporting showdown the most likely won't win.
Most likely to be the losers when Coke, Pepsi, Nike, Papa John and host of others clients profits fall.
A business suffers highly when there no solution solved.
Most fans that go to a sporting event are a great majority of whites and be the ones crying the louder.
If ever done wrong and need attention to get people on board.
You protest, you stand up and stand out.
A small church pastor rose to be great by taking on a segregated system.
The only one mad about tearing segregation is who?
The race need not be mention for a majority hardly stand up for anything.
Well, unless it's the NRA.
Even with violence in school from high powered weapons.
There they go defending the NRA.
And the weapons they protesting against isn't truly needed unless you at war.
But they standing up for their rights.
So players, stand up for your rights.
For CBS/ESPN/ABC/NBC stands to lose too.
If a majority of players stand strong against wrong.
Aug 11, 2018
Aug 11, 2018 at 11:45 PM UTC
Admitted to taking the reduced ruling
Fourteen souls accepted what this is after
All
Of this...
Immediately unavailable to face Sunday's showdown at
The Stadium.
The Titan gave assurances to the souls today.
It will not take any further action
-Despite the deal-
But their identity is still unknown
Some suggesting only retired evidence.
Hand in hand with sickness,
The hound (who is widely regarded)
Appears to prove why force
In recent years
Did indeed highly fancy tomorrow's feature;
"The Winner".
The hound first knew his fledgling
When he could finally be on the road
While his empire expanded
"I used to hope for the best"
Titan tells us.
"I used to have a while and
I used to get sick.
Now I just have to find a way
To use up that time.
I speak only to the Landlord
And his tenants.
I only blame myself for the sickness.
All I know is where I've come from
...At least, I think so...
...I hope so."
"It's a funny thing!"- Hound.
*Pressure keeps you honest.
Wet, heavy conditions expected tomorrow.
So, with everything said,
I wish you peace and love.
Love is waiting.*
May 14, 2015
May 14, 2015 at 7:32 AM UTC
Let's deal the cards, who got the trump
Who handled nothing we will see
Another shuffle in your pocket
But will it help to you in sea
What are you doing at this table
Across the jerks and madness fields
You could be king in mindless pleasure
Or live behind the line of shields
Come on, showdown coming closer
Let's see who'll ruin lives today
The bet is higher than importance
In case of loosement you will knee
A credit? no, if you got nothing
Your flesh for them will be ok
So try to win and never come back
Another time your soul will prey
Nov 25, 2014
Nov 25, 2014 at 1:22 PM UTC
Preamble at the showdown the fighters eye to eye
Droning pulse of discourse from the referee is dry,
Bouncing back to my corner the butterflies take charge
For the other guy’s a monster, like a Doberman at large.
Bell resounds alarmingly, I shuffle forth to meet
A combination thrown with steel…it whacks me off my feet.
Seeing stars I resurrect to lurch about the ring
To try to keep some distance from the monster’s punching sting.
Roaring crowd are baying now they call to take me out
The Doberman is grinning for he reckons it’s a route,
The flashing light confusing, the noise a steady din
As the monster comes in quickly to achieve expected win.
Throwing jabs to keep him back, retreating to the rope
I cover up with everything to give myself some hope
He pounds with his salvos they hammer hard and fast
His breathing rasping in my ears I pray to God I last.
Saved by the bell and cold water, such disgrace
The crowd are loudly booing, I’ve not put leather on his face,
A wash of resolution hotly surges from within
So I **** the mouth guard back and rush on out to tackle him.
Defensive expectations had him open up his chin
So I feinted with a left and launched a mighty right with spin,
Boring in with fury and a combination score
I hit him with an uppercut which traversed from the floor.
Miraculously the eyeballs rolled and disappeared from sight
I threw another flurry…but had no one to fight
Flat out on the deck he lay, the Doberman was out
As I bounced around like Rocky to the punters frenzied shout.
Camera flashes blinded as the raving crowd went wild.
It defied all expectations, I was the sacrificial child.
Bets were laid that I would fall within a round or two
The screaming din reflected that all bets were in the poo.
The countdown took forever and I swear I watched each stroke
And kept one eye on the fallen, should he rise he’d go for broke,
My amazement with two wobbly knees and heaving lungs of fire
When my leaden glove was held aloft to victory entire.
Winners come and winners go but this I’ll not forget
When fortune favoured sweetly…and I collected on the bet!
Marshalg
My thanks to Shane Cameron…a real fighter.
14 April 2013 (Pukehana Paradise)
© 2013 Marshal Gebbie
Apr 14, 2013
Apr 14, 2013 at 12:45 AM UTC
Shadowy showdown,
So slithery, slippery, snake stand.
Eyes yield eight years of restlessness,
While baggy eyes droop like mind stuck in senselessness.
Truly traumatic tales told tons of taints,
and trucking thoroughly through the thorns turn to turn.
Thus the mind shall riddle more maze like a mused upon mused,
for nothing shall keep a mind stagnant but the thoughts unamused.
Proclaim profound process profusely,
While prance protruding proponent proud processes.
Stand straight, so sight searing senses sought,
And stir strength seeping souls.
For truest of devotion must be expressed from the inner self,
even if slithery, slippery, snake, stand for a showdown!
Dec 27, 2014
Dec 27, 2014 at 11:39 PM UTC
Never let the ******** get us down
The world won’t stop, won’t be letdown
The ground won’t shatter, won’t be a breakdown
The power is out, complete shutdown
Fall to the ground, facedown
Sometimes all is not okay in the comedown
Sometimes all you have to do is slowdown
Don’t make this into a showdown
Turn it into a knockdown
Quarantined, put into lockdown
Don’t let them be a putdown
This world is a freetown.
Oct 28, 2010
Oct 28, 2010 at 4:59 PM UTC
It looms
And yet I refuse
To lose
This fight
To it.
It advances
And I stand firm
In resolve
To showdown
This bully.
It begins
Its acrid attack
And my lungs seize
But my will pleads
For my strength
To be enough
To endure
Yet another
Panic attack
And thus
Come out
The victor.
It may come
And come again,
But I will be here
'Til the end
To show it
I may not be immune
But I am not afraid.
Aug 15, 2015
Aug 15, 2015 at 6:04 PM UTC
Down behind the communal garages,
Our knees were scabbed and scarred,
Badges of honour, to ten-year old savages,
Earnt in chasis' of burnt out cars.
There, on the side of a wall,
Nineteen-Sixteen, had been daubed in emulsion,
Just another target for our ball,
To find its meaning ? we had no compulsion.
It was a circular Nine, like a giant comma,
And the Six was rotund, as well,
Against all the rules Sister Mary of the Immaculate Madonna
taught, in those hand-writing classes from hell.
It was similar to a giant 1690,
I'd seen in another part of town,
On the gable-end of a property emptied,
Before an our street versus your street showdown.
Then one day, the Old Fella' explained,
In 1916 we stood up for ourselves,
A pride in our nation regained,
As the G.P.O. was shook to its shelves.
"Son, we tired of crawling on our belly,
Being beaten, battered and conned,
Surely you've heard me talk of Connolly ?"
I said, Yeh he's me favourite James Bond.
But this was Liverpool, Nineteen Seventy-Two,
And me Da' had been over here years,
What he was on about, I never had a clue,
Though it was the first time I ever saw him shed tears.
Mar 16, 2016
Mar 16, 2016 at 5:00 PM UTC
#
*Parading through these beautiful Hills..
--You, and your entourage of a mixture
of dog-like, well trained, egostrokes..
and also of men.. whose tattered boots
you are unworthy, of even tying..
Traipsing across the Badlands--
your long red hair, flowing..
giving off a stance, (as if)..
--You, and your entourage of a mixture
of dog-like, well trained, egostrokes..
and also of men.. in tattered boots
that you are unworthy, of even tying..
Raining down havoc, on the Beautiful People
simply for their having within them ;;
Faith:
In the Great Father.. and Substance of Spirit;
Neither of which your cowardly Egostroke
will ever garner, or ascertain..
But oh, you could steal..
And pilfer..
And destroy.
You will pay, oh General Bastard-boy
Your long, curly locks..
will take on a whole new color, red
There will be a gathering..
A showdown..
A Holy Reckoning--
In that Montana field, between the Hills
Along the Little Bighorn..
The River of all Beaten-Down one's, dreams*
#
Oct 28, 2021
Oct 28, 2021 at 7:51 PM UTC
I . Taytu Betul as a leader
Ethiopia is famed for being
A peaceful,hospitable
And warrior nation
How come then it failed
To come to your attention,
As bees whose hive is threatened,
Citizens are ever alert to
To foil provoked aggression!
The 1889 treacherous
Wuchale treaty
I will tear apart
A messenger,with a tail
Between your legs,
Before you depart.
The Italian version
That tries to put Ethiopia,
A sovereign state, a pawn
Under Italy's protectorate
Is completely opposed to
What Ethiopia's
Versions indicate.
Till we meet
Your colonizing troops
At a showdown,
As a punitive measure to
A cheater or a clown
I will be tempted to smack
Your face
To ram home,valorous,
For fear we have no place.
II Taytu Betul a strategist
To deny the invading
Italian troops, advancing
from Eriteria,
Advantages of logistic
We could do
The following trick
Indeed, we could shift
The battlefield
From Adigrat to Adwa
Also we could cut them
From a key water point
Till for truce they plead.
To this end,
A battalion
I will personally lead.
What is more,
I will inspire
Women,combatants,too
To fire!
Parallel to that
Our injured soldiers
To nurse back
Wounded in the attack
Also dry foods
To prepare and pack.
III Taytu Betul as a wife
Though independent,
With lots of love to
Emperor Menelik II,
My king and beloved husband
I will lend a cooperative hand.
IV. A beacon of independence & standard bearer
True to my name Taytu
— A sunshine—
I will flicker
A ray of light
The oppressed for
Freedom to fight!
Women
For a military prowess,
Leadership and intelligence
Have acumen! ////
Feb 25, 2017
Feb 25, 2017 at 4:09 AM UTC
Redskins
Cowboys
Sunday night
Division
title
on the line.
Who will win
this massive
showdown
and enter
the playoffs
with the
division crown.
Dec 29, 2012
Dec 29, 2012 at 5:23 PM UTC
We got those 1800s vibes
Men with moustaches
Women with moustaches
You ready to Hunt for your lives?
Get ready cos the Showdown's begun
Men, Women, lock 'n' load up your guns
Snub nose for up close, it's a must
Duck low take it slow, keep mouths shut
Wear you out
'Til your absorbed by the mud
Extract with a bounty, that's how it's won
Countin' up our rewards, no need to respawn
We've still air in our lungs.
It's that time again, we close to sittin' pretty
Lord I pray for courage, so light that soul fire in me
Stacks of crucifixes, so we don't run out quickly
Hang it loosely round my neck should it get dark and dingy
Ward off the devils spirits, or beasts made from three sixes
Martini firepower, and no I don't mean drinkin'
Sometimes be something sicker, for demons I be killing
I'm off to hell and back, to stop em from existing...
Get ready cos the Showdown's begun
Men, Women, lock 'n' load up your guns
Snub nose for up close, it's a must
Duck low take it slow, keep mouths shut
Wear you out
'Til your absorbed by the mud
Extract with a bounty, that's how it's won
Countin' up our rewards, no need to respawn
We've still air in our lungs.
Guess its our turn now, y'all ready for a feud
Ain't no stopping this crowd, we're simply too imbued
That cross around your neck, its just a waste of fuel
The venom flowing in us means conditions won't improve
We'll just keep on marching, until you're twice removed
This is our land you're farming, the boss is not amused
The biggest baddest of us here, do this **** just for fun
You'll never take us all something wicked this way comes
Get ready cos the Showdown's begun
Men, Women, lock 'n' load up your guns
Snub nose for up close, it's a must
Duck low take it slow, keep mouths shut
Wear you out
'Til your absorbed by the mud
Extract with a bounty, that's how it's won
Countin' up our rewards, no need to respawn
We've still air in our lungs.
Get ready cos the Showdown's begun
Men, Women, lock and load what you want
Get ready cos the Showdown's begun
Men, Women, lock and load what you want
Get ready cos the Showdown's begun
Men, Women, lock and load what you want
Apr 18, 2022
Apr 18, 2022 at 6:11 AM UTC
Jump on come on
Gonna lay you out
Flirt zoo showdown
What's it all about?
Head game voodoo
Think about do you
Smack talk all uptown
**** strut walk around
Turn it on ignite your flame
You never be the same
You see you're my plan
Get up girl I'm your man
Funky Gotchy don't I girl?
Rhythm method dance floor whirl
You want I like hot lips pouty
*** love exotic dark-eyed beauty
Hypno mind-zone freakout
Hip sway barfly holdout
Walk toe shuffle foot
Love starved crapshoot
Breakdown hard to get
Intrigue mind is set
Crazy hold mind on you
Alcohol stumble on thru
Funky Gotchy don't I girl?
Rhythm method dance floor whirl
You want I like hot lips pouty
*** love exotic dark eyed beauty
Drunk walk dance floor queen
Move stop tease my dream
Close far wet hard rock
Rhyme poet walkin the walk
****** ***** push away
Eye look what you say?
Smile coy make me wait
Night life stay up late
Funky Gotchy don't I girl?
Rhythm method dance floor whirl
You want I like hot lips pouty
*** love exotic dark eyed beauty
Apr 19, 2015
Apr 19, 2015 at 8:14 PM UTC
september has become
the cruelest month
reassembled
hollywood disasters
at their worst
flipped into reality
as if
we had needed that
as if
we had not known
that life is fragile
and tall buildings
can collapse
taking thousands
to sudden death
what is the point?
to prove
that one can bring
disaster
to the undefended?
to demonstrate
that minds bent
on destruction
can succeed
if they plan long enough?
what a waste
of lives and minds...
and more to follow
most likely
does wordless violence
solve anything?
the heartless deed
the glamorous sacrifice
that calls for more
and more
and more
neurotic spirals
of destruction, retaliation
and revenge
instead of global peace
now looms spectral war
born from self-righteous pride
the need to strike out
fast and hard
against whoever fits
intelligence-created data
transferred to screens
meticulously marked
coolly oblivious of the people
who work and procreate
and live
in those fluorescent blips
domesticated energy
serves the omnipotent
two millionaires’ sons
turned public enemies
upon whose final global showdown
depends
the fate of yet more
women
men
and children
to satisfy the need
for a just universe
where power flows
undisturbed by laughter
and the sounds
of real people
living
in a real world
Mar 11, 2015
Mar 11, 2015 at 6:36 PM UTC
.
The *** Down Show Down
Old Grandpa tune his fiddle with pride.
Uncle Joe on the old banjo
Dad he was willing to go on the old washtub.
I had my spoons in my hand ready for the old showdown.
In walked the Matfields with a smile on their face.
Thinking this hoedown was their place.
It all began in one face pace song after song and the dance was right on a faster pace.
Orange Blossom special was the Matfeilds last song.
But old grandpa had one more to be done.
As the cheer rang out old Rocky Top began to play.
The place jumped with joy and began to perform with pride.
Because old Rocky Top Tenn is our home town you see.
Oct 11, 2014
Oct 11, 2014 at 1:01 PM UTC
Offering aid and comfort to the poor isn't a calling.
It is a commandment.
Something all are to do,
But few attempt.
Rather, we formulate a showdown.
"For the least of these,"
Is how the words of the supposed savior begin.
They may be the most ignored words in the whole book.
Ignored out of sheer inconvenience.
Rather, we formulate a showdown.
The posturing must end.
We either give of ourselves fully, no matter faith,
Or we quit pretending.
We can't do both.
No more manufactured showdowns.
Feb 9, 2015
Feb 9, 2015 at 6:01 PM UTC
this had been it
the big showdown
a test of gamble
and wit
and *****
and steel
the test which separates the men from the boys
which separates the fight from the flight
so what's it going to be?
Tim called me to let me know he was outside
Tim being my Dad
my Dad who I see so much of myself in
My Dad who I haven't always said the kindest things about
he came upstairs
I let him in
I had just cleaned the apartment
he said
let's see why the school hasn't sent me a bill
I said
there is no bill to send
and there never will be
now brace yourself
the bomb will go off in 3...
2...
1....
then nothing
just acceptance
acceptance which took me aback
because I hadn't expected it
or the side of support it came with
half of a year
I spent
no
wasted
fretting over this moment
and that's all it was
a moment
nothing too special
but the weight which fell from me
made all the difference to my disposition
the time of lies is over
the time to be
the real
Harry J Baxter is here
Aug 14, 2013
Aug 14, 2013 at 8:30 PM UTC
My fingernails scratch bright
red through your skin
Dig, dig, digging around
in your organs
Need to find that sore, swollen
power house;
Shelter of let downs and searches for
lifts out
I'll break every rib in this cage to set you free
Would you look at what my hands of red have
gotten in?
Assume the sun rises orange over
each mountain
The hungry showdown makes me feel small
as a field mouse
Spent the day with the clouds just to pray,
guess I'm devout
I'd rather be walking through doors than
jumping out windows
It doesn't work this way but I'd
break every rib to set you free
Nov 8, 2011
Nov 8, 2011 at 6:50 PM UTC
A showdown on Sunset
At sundown the two met
A breakdown of Corvettes
Cellphones drawn by execs
From holsters, my wild west
On speed dial is the best
Lawyers to slow down, lay to rest
This showdown of suits neatly pressed
Mar 28, 2010
Mar 28, 2010 at 6:25 PM UTC
Guys like me are overlooked
I do my best for change
Break the mold so I'm not forgotten and left out
Not sure what to say or do
I'm honest and truthful and get no respect
Give it my all to receive disrespect
Better then those talking
Alway seen as a threat without trying
Jul 21, 2013
Jul 21, 2013 at 2:51 AM UTC
They all said it was risky,
cos the stakes were too high.
But I'd drank all the whiskey
and my sense had run dry.
So I sat down in earnest
and she pulled up a chair.
The place was a furnace,
as she swept back her hair.
Well we called for a dealer
and counted out chips.
Then we ordered tequila,
as her tongue traced her lips.
So we started out betting,
till the game was ablaze.
I confess I was sweating,
as the cards hit the baize.
Well I studied the table
and covered my grin.
Cos I knew I'd be able,
to play big and win.
I raised her bets higher
and gave no reprieve.
Until the light of the fire,
caught the ace up her sleeve.
As soon as I spied it,
I tried to withdraw.
She took no pains to hide it,
or the guard on the door.
I felt instantly older
and shuddered with cold,
when a hand gripped my shoulder,
I heard 'All-In or Fold.'
Dec 17, 2013
Dec 17, 2013 at 4:50 AM UTC