"veto" poems
Like some goofy lisp.
Like left over from Surrey to Essex.
Lycan, Omish, with some Roudy Rawdy Piper.
Like a WWE event, no ropes in the ring and a whole
bunch of cheerios.
It sounded like chweer wee ohs.
I got England to laugh out loud.
We were all laying on the floor hoping
fuhat bassthard would gooh on a diet.
Like Van Gogh and his buddy whats his...
knuck knuck. Painting pictures of Marshall
Islanders for a vote or veto. Paul Goin and Vincent
Van Gogh sharing a lisp.
Sthounds like..... Ah gawd!
Shut up you sobbing limp noodle.
Try writing something we all can laugh at.
Humor me Socrates with Albert Einstein.
E equals MC squared.
One part energy, a mass constantly squared.
Cheerio old chaps.
May 7, 2014
May 7, 2014 at 10:45 AM UTC
528
Mine—by the Right of the White Election!
Mine—by the Royal Seal!
Mine—by the Sign in the Scarlet prison—
Bars—cannot conceal!
Mine—here—in Vision—and in Veto!
Mine—by the Grave’s Repeal—
Tilted—Confirmed—
Delirious Charter!
Mine—long as Ages steal!
2.7k
AKHI, JIKA BENAR ENGKAU MENCINTAI
ISTRIMU...
Ijinkan dia berdakwah...
Berkumpul dengan akhwat seperjuangan....
Relakan kepergiannya ke berbagai majelis ilmu...
Sekalipun itu mengurangi waktunya, untukmu...
Banyak suami salah prioritas...
Istrinya boleh bekerja di luar rumah...
Bebas beraktivitas jika hasilnya menunjang
ekonomi keluarga...
Bahkan didukung untuk kuliah pascasarjana...
Tapi, minta ijin 2 jam saja dalam seminggu untuk
ngaji, TIDAK BOLEH?
Jangan egois, wahai saudaraku..
Suami memang punya "hak veto" dalam rumah
tangga...
Keputusannya adalah kewajiban istri
mentaatinya...
Larangannya adalah keharusan istri
meninggalkannya...
Maka, gunakanlah kewenangan itu dalam
PRIORITAS YANG BENAR...
Dakwah itu wajib, bagi pria juga wanita...
Doronglah istri ikut berjuang di jalan dakwah...
Sesekali ambil alih kerjaannya di rumah agar dia
bisa leluasa bergerak...
Sudah pasti ini mengurangi kebersamaanmu
dengannya...
Tapi, percayalah ini hanya sementara...
Kelak ada masa bebas bercengkerama dengan
yang tercinta...
Di dalam surga, dan kalian berdua akan terus
bergembira...
ﺍﺩْﺧُﻠُﻮﺍ ﺍﻟْﺠَﻨَّﺔَ ﺃَﻧﺘُﻢْ ﻭَﺃَﺯْﻭَﺍﺟُﻜُﻢْ ﺗُﺤْﺒَﺮُﻭﻥَ
"Masuklah kamu ke dalam surga, kamu dan
isteri-isteri kamu digembirakan".
(QS. Az-Zukhruf, 43: 70)
#women and sharia
Mar 26, 2015
Mar 26, 2015 at 4:48 AM UTC
We The People
Sailed the same course
Some willingly
Some by force
We The People
A document to inform
A more perfect Union
To weather any storm
No more kings
No more oppression
No taxation
Without representation
Checks and balances
And the rule of law
Mitigating injustices
Safe harbor for all
The secular trinty
President, Congress, Court
Not one above the other
Veto, fiat, tort
Our common interest
Of defense
With liberty
And justice
Our common tranquility
And general welfare
A union
With resources to share
American rights
And protection
From a despotic government
Or an insurrection
Free to worship my God
Or your God
Freedom to find God
Or deny any God
Open discourse
Speaking my mind
And yours
However unkind
Collective grievances
Peaceably petitioned
We walk together
But never threatened
To bear arms
For our security
Never being forced
To quarter unwillfully
To remain secure
In our sanctuary
Unless presented
With writ of entry
Neither held
Absent habeas corpus
Or loss of property
Unless agreed by us
Or forced to testify
To contradict our own denials
Or brought forward
In duplicitous trials
To face our accuser
In much haste
Represented by counsel
Our peers decide our fate
Not one but twelve
Examining the facts
Brought forward
But only this court acts
Reasonable recompense
For fine or bail
Cruel or unusual retribution
Shall not avail
An enumeration
Merely provides illumination
But within the penumbra
Reveals more freedom
That is self-evident
No list or count
Exists to encumber
Or restriction to surmount
A union has formed
But sacred remains the individual
The tyranny of the majority
Is not permissible
A living breathing document?
Or static words unbending?
Even as we amend
Change never ending
Open to interpretation
If you see a right
But others may disagree
There may be a fight
The spirit of intent
Is there to see
Freedom to choose
Secured by liberty
We The People
A sacred quest
We The People
No more no less
Mar 7, 2012
Mar 7, 2012 at 10:29 AM UTC
a confessional screen
chambered in opaques
the pearly gates would sport
checkers sovereignty with grime
between myself
and the other side of this poem
another acolyte had founted
from our species-widened narthex-maw
the answer to the test
the answer i have tested since
despite the veto of a roshi's sleeve
while adults justify in frowns and threats
commandment-etched
i am a child still
aghast at drawing lines in sand to mark the living
from the soon to die
one i knew who drew such lines
for whom a line was drawn to mark himself as well
not just in votes and homeland hate-speech
you see
he crossed the line
no unadulterated childhood can cross
he shot his own face
or at least his face was shot
when he was found
who can read the final lonely moments of another
when mistakes are easier than ownmost acts ?
bombing bullies politicking death
can sanctify the safe
unpunctuated traps
dividing moods in swallows
pills
swilled with undigested fear
of nozzled death
mercilessly sudden
.
Oct 6, 2013
Oct 6, 2013 at 2:18 PM UTC
Grandpa is a Nasi
Papa a Jew
And me - Palestinian
Grandma, *Gandari
Since Long
And Mom Never Had
Veto Power, ever.
When the Portico is yesterday’s Europe
And the Living Room is today’s Asia
The Kitchen is all-time Africa,
It’s quite natural for
The Bedroom to be Antarctica.
= = = = = =
*Gandhari is a character in the Indian epic, the Mahabharata. Gandhari voluntarily blindfolded herself throughout her married life. Her husband Dhritarashtra was born blind, and on meeting him and realizing this, she decided to share the pain of her blind husband.
May 24, 2014
May 24, 2014 at 4:44 AM UTC
Go ****** your opinions and your political minions up another ass’s ******* or maybe take that noise, and show some glamour and some poise like the bigs wigs on capital hill, filled with the ideals of the real, reality sets in with a pen on paper and a veto or a stapler to add another pile to another pile stacked high with paper and anger and a wager on top of all that to rate his and her, him and them, freedom or not, this is when the world goes black, back to a rack of what was and what wasn’t and isn’t and hasn’t been or whatever may come, from, whatever’s the machine in charge of the largest country on a scale of humility to ego, eating eggos daily, watching bombs drop and proms go on like any other day, a dance filled way too high with alter personalities and ratchet fatalities. This is another normality in this bleak reality of life. Full of wisdom, full of strife, take your knife and force it down someone’s throat, coat it with words, thoughts, sought after beliefs and chiefs of the mind. Find what’s real, what’s good, something borrowed something bought, this freedom we fought for, blood sweat and tears for, die for, cry for, ride it till its outlasted every past and bold and rash incision upon decisions. Fission fusion and confusion driven, is a country with stripes stars and bars, filled with past and present Heros, veterans, bet again they’re there for the third night in a row, about to row away down te river of blood and dirt and dignity, until the tugging of righteous voices slices the void of sorrow, but that’s tomorrow, today is just a work in progress.
Mar 12, 2013
Mar 12, 2013 at 11:43 AM UTC
Apparently the world is my burrito
Or so the philosopher said.
While I'm eating my daily bread
I relive decisions I'd like to veto,
And weep for the girl who'll never dance to my tune,
And pray that life, and my luck, will change some time soon.
Feb 12, 2016
Feb 12, 2016 at 6:47 PM UTC
One hundred years of sodden red sand
millions of innocents slain and condemned
brainwash the brute and send him to shoot
no more of a troop than a toy in your hand.
Pull the wool over why we send them to die
dossiers, mandates now malformed and broken.
Those who were 'chosen' to vote for the people
are payed off, promoted by power drunk creatures.
Our bubble of bliss is the last dying hope
of a stranded psychopath on a bone-laiden raft
tarnished by greed signed misdeeds
floating in streams: the blood of the past.
Hear the voice of the people unite against evil
to condemn your crimson fuel wars on the east
and like doctor to monster, quench the 'Vitai Lambarda'
fuelled by the foolish benefitting the ******
Let the embers scorch, settle, and form a new mantle
where ideologies are transparent and righteous
and the poor of the world aren't corporate fighters
'speak up, speak up and veto the game'.
Mar 23, 2014
Mar 23, 2014 at 2:57 PM UTC
We The People
Sailed the same course
Some willingly
Some by force
We The People
A document to inform
A more perfect Union
No matter the storm
No more kings
No more oppression
No more taxation
Without representation
Checks and balances
And the rule of law
Mitigating injustices
Safe harbor for all
The secular trinty
President, Congress, Court
Not one above the other
Veto, fiat, tort
Our common interest
Our common defense
Our common liberty
Our common justice
The domestic tranquility
And the general welfare
The pursuit of happiness
And the resources we share
Civil rights
And our protection
From a despotic government
Or an insurrection
Free to worship my God
Or your God
Freedom to find God
Or deny any God
Open discourse
Speaking your mind
You have an opinion
However unkind
Collective grievances
Peaceably petitioned
We walk together
But never threatened
To bear arms
For our security
Or being forced
To quarter unwillfully
To remain secure
In our sanctuary
Unless presented
With writ of entry
Neither held
Absent habeas corpus
Or loss of property
Unless agreed by us
Never forced to testify
To contradict our denials
Or brought forward
In duplicitous trials
To face our accuser
In much haste
Represented by counsel
Our peers decide our fate
Not one but twelve
Examining the facts
We are brought forward
But only this court acts
Reasonable recompense
For fine or bail
Cruel or unusual retribution
Shall not avail
The enumeration
Provides illumination
But within the penumbra
Shadows suggest freedom
What is self-evident
Requires no list or count
Nothing to encumber
Or restriction to surmount
A union has formed
But sacred remains the individual
The tyranny of the majority
Is never permissible
A living breathing document?
Or construction unbending?
But as we amend
Change is never ending
Open to interpretation
If you see a right
Others may disagree
Who can see the light?
The spirit of intent
For all to see
Freedom to choose
Secured by liberty
We The People
A sacred quest
We The People
No more no less
Jul 4, 2015
Jul 4, 2015 at 10:56 AM UTC
I had no No in my vocabulary,
No veto power,
No nix, no nullity, no negation.
I was the King of Affirmation,
Yes to this, yes to that.
I thought No would cut me off from love,
Friendship, belonging.
I couldn’t say that word to anyone,
Not nobody not nohow.
I was the Wizard of Yes.
The Emperor of Agreement.
The Yes Man to the universe.
What was I?
A character in someone else’s play,
Puppeting my way through life,
Following a program I did not write.
I had to have a word that was my own,
A firm, strong, stubborn word,
To crash the program, buck the tide.
Now I’m ready to know No.
For No has that stopping power.
No is the Final Word.
No tells you in no uncertain terms,
What you really want.
This is me, it says.
These are my boundaries.
This is my true and real self.
I’m in love with No.
No, No, No, No, No, No.
I like the way I say it, and I know
That only by shouting my No
Can I say Yes to Me.
Jun 3, 2017
Jun 3, 2017 at 2:02 PM UTC
Have you seen the old hag in rags
Mumbling nonsense in the town square?
Her odor so pungent, even flies gag,
A Medusa who petrifies with her stare.
Her name unknown, her story a secret,
The butcher claims she’s God incognito
Here to see if we aid those who need it,
Though doubtful, such torture He’d veto.
Gossip circulates the town at every corner,
But I know the truth of this old woman.
It turns out she’s the Duchess of Arbor
Who gave it all away to the poorest children.
The fools are quick to judgement impart,
But there’s an occulted truth in every heart.
Nov 11, 2015
Nov 11, 2015 at 8:59 PM UTC
Part 1
The snooze button empowers me to the veto the day
However some Congressional sub-committees on time and financing appear to be overriding my action
Part 2
I have played with clouds
I have seen moons drop past the horizons of distant worlds
I have talked to Solomon, Moses, Jesus, Muhammad, Siddhartha, the Dalai Lama, all of his incarnations, Gandhi, Ben Franklin, Abraham Lincoln and soldiers returning home from countless wars
And I have been disappointed thousands of times because you have awoke me before I was fully enlightened
Part 3
You should have warned me before I said something stupid
Why don't you ever signal me before I over draw my checking account
You could of let out some kind of peep telling me that the dog was about to crap on the floor
You are good for nothing
Part 4
It needs to be over between us
I am in love with pillow
Dec 9, 2013
Dec 9, 2013 at 12:38 PM UTC
-I've got bored of words.
-You tergiversate... Small world.What this bouquet of flowers is doing in the intermediate?It's a date?
-Ah... such prolixity... More champagne?
-What's the point?
-My aim? Mmm... to try to oscullate you.
-... What?... Such profane elixir do you desire?
-It'll be more than tasty.It's alleged...
-But, don't you distinguish the mayhem's reflection below?
-Your solicitude.. Ah!... What a nice champagne.Hmm... Cake? By the other way or not there's nothing at the ceiling.
-You've perused my protocol... A small slice, please.
-A kiss a skirmish.Palatable as this recipe... Well... apart from an armageddon...
-Stop pushing on boy.
-I already vanquished the inception, you know...
-Catastrophe is your trophy, but I disavow your apocalypse.
-I was expecting something more digestible.How's the alcohol?
-Standstill...
-Hm!... As everything surrounding us.
-Ahhh... No... They just don't move.. don't have gravity...
-Funny waiter... Hovering waiter.Did you emend your canon?
-Champagne and desserts will not litigate your anticipation.You know.How strange is...
-The room? No... Is normal for it to circle upside down.
-A hug?
-In this desert? With all those people?
-They are frozen, and... before I veto, quivering in a hurt heart.
-Blown sand... popped champagne... Oh, I didn't notice the light fixture's embroidery.
-The sun's in the bottom.Look up... Its obumbration is into the typhoon.
-Standstill, nothing's synchronized...
-Is your tranquility dissipated? gone?...
-No.If isn't yours.
-I just still want that hug.
-Hmmm... I forgot you're a cold person...
-And you a hot girl... Irony...
-You'll melt...
-I'm apt to it...
Then an aurora flash
And splashing glass
Accompanied by springing sparks
Shattered bass walls
Begetting noctilucent dark and dusk
A hurricane, breathing the sun
Just dust to dust
Jul 20, 2017
Jul 20, 2017 at 5:48 PM UTC
Poem is a thing of devotion
That rarefies mind's aperture
To captivate the reader's emotion
Through the winding lane of lines
With unparalled tincture
Matter manifests its mines
As the words waltz in detention
To mold the motion of thought
Rhythm ramifies perception
To reach the crest of credo
Via the voices that rebut
Poem elevates by veto.
Jul 22, 2018
Jul 22, 2018 at 11:11 AM UTC
MINE by the divine right of Kings correction!
Blessed I am by his royal seal! -
Within his Love selection,
That no Thief may steal.
Thou is mine - here in vision;
Veto Death's repeal -
Dated, titled - with perfect precision!
And forevermore be mine, while the ages kneel!
Nov 29, 2015
Nov 29, 2015 at 11:42 AM UTC
Ima Warrior Angel
With an Golden Halo
Just call me Halo
I am Independent won't sign to any Label
I rap cause I say so
All these Lamos
Really Lambos
Thats why we dont Tango
I shine at every Angle
These devils in game mode
They using cheat codes
But this a free throw
Cause im a Neo
Veto
Faneto
Fusion into Vegito
Chicago turned me into Gogeta
Now i start rappin like Freiza
Im Cooler an i spit Ether
Put ya raps in the freezer
Cause you not Hot Or Cold you are not Either
Told you i was a Dreamer
You Sleepwalkers
I put in a Sleeper
Im the Son of Sabrina
Thats the one son of Katrina
My mind on fire i got a Fever
An student that turned into a Teacher
Now i am a Preacher
Take you students to FEMA
Up in my class to be a believer
Seeked God first as a Seeker
Aug 1, 2015
Aug 1, 2015 at 7:26 PM UTC
The Political parties sing and dance for a lifetime winning.
A job to "run" a great country and do some "good."
Then the scandals set in... The race to office turns into a "Soap Opera"
The one who could do the best for us gets voted out due to
Words of the like seen in the tabloids in Hollywood.
The Political Candidates Put on a great "show" and "promise" a great way.
Stamping a ballet
For whom we considered the "right one.."
Here is another elected "misfit" that shall run us down
with 4 to 8 years of unfulfilled promises and their own
"agenda."
Hidden until we are not looking and our country starts to crumble, then fall, and these "wild plans" are killed as we veto it.
Instead of a "show" as our Future President runs for office...
Lets see more "How I am going to save our country and fix it."
Instead of "I've got a new service to push" Broken Spirits, Hopes Fallen, and a Country left to be the Sacrifice.
Let's see past the scandal and entertainment. Be bold and ask "How Are you Going To Fix the Great USA?" and another important question to ask them, "How do we pick up the pieces and pave our future to a brighter and better way?"
Feb 26, 2016
Feb 26, 2016 at 9:10 PM UTC
Somethings in life is just a symbol.
All the power they process is run by others.
The Pope is the symbol of faith.
But anything, he propose is control by other voices.
Similar to the Queen of many countries.
Where the Prime Ministers makes the powerful decisions?
We notice the symbols most in beauty pageants.
Where the women are required to act under certain provisions?
And any controversial move create a demotion.
It's strange.
It's true that many we think would be the most powerful.
Are just there for the people.
Parents seems to be more stronger to make decisions of their own.
And yes, parents operate under certain restriction.
But nothing more than the positional symbols.
It's better to president.
Where you can veto proposals of Congress?
If they refuses to agree half way.
Feb 28, 2013
Feb 28, 2013 at 6:52 AM UTC
may my grief residue to no depth sunken into as worth being kept,
but let it reside in falcon wing, ever rising higher
from such burial grounds as to be ennobled by wing
as once ennobled by thought, in kindred with soul,
and levied with tongue lip and kiss a bellowing hark and hiss
chimera beast loved for a minute of its existence;
nein! nein! a third nein be a minded counter well worth a find of an aye;
i too will regret a veto on the life i wished to commence
death-like in a wandering quote in the book of job,
but the new testament jested worse with the commence
of being crucified asking of self-belief as crucible -
and all adventure collapsed into fictive visionaries relegating
the chances of such experiences ever taking place,
as about adventurous as flipping pages: hence
escapist realism.
Jan 26, 2016
Jan 26, 2016 at 10:40 PM UTC
hey, i’m not the one getting my morality faked by tourism, or faking being polish because i found the location of the maldives to be east of las vegas... but i guess the roulette does care for the choir you’ll echo when the echo is necessary, and the bagel will suddenl say through it’s fake bun-button: those holocaut jews were really in ownership of british passports... we are representative of their martyrdom... i guess one could claim a denial of poland some other way... denying poland the holocaust because the jews suddenly became mr. polanksi jr. could be accepted... but then i democratically veto a disrespect of the bagel... end of! well dough dough, aren’t we all wooed into sinking england by due course affiliating a secure future.
*no wonder in the ***** of death and you in paradise hinge on taking me back to take a g.c.s.e. lesson in history! evens oddly the odds. how about we revise geography? no? ah.. oh well... we can learn something new of a palestianian polity in your agenda in a year or two; oh don’t worry... no new mozart will convert you or give you trouble to say the least; please please... we can hibernate the russians into death in order to make the americans fully aware... we can do that... and roll one of those grand cigars for the 51st star we’ve all been waiting for, ha ha. oh **** you’re right... freedom of speech... securing the nazis retired in argentina was a falkland right that got england engaged.*
oh but you didn’t provide me with a safety
of being ethically proud, or being nationally proud...
instead you told me to be globally proud...
and what’s that? the laughter surrounding copernicus?!
no one laughed at the mongols...
but everyone could laugh and execute galilieo...
where does that leave me... in a society of *****
if it doesn’t... do i look like a **** oh but i do look like a ****
you laugh at ****** i guess i am a ******* **** after all:
totenkopf zu die ende;
but you pride it so much... it’s called teen mom tv...
even though it broadcasts on a channel that should have music on it!
Dec 10, 2015
Dec 10, 2015 at 9:29 PM UTC
I am the seven headed hunter
the rule of legend called Five
flying back to protect my own
to keep freedom always alive
Play with me if you want
I will be a submissive *****
I am wired and fight veto till I die
for I his army of light have drive
My sweet onyx temples
do they start to pray
for they know I suffer
and never yield and never die
I am the poison that makes IVY sweet
I am the the Lord of war
and I do destroy all in my path
for I truly have drive
Sing for me my sweet Angels
for your lord has returned
and all the strife in my life
I truly have earned, for I have drive
By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
Dec 15, 2013
Dec 15, 2013 at 5:04 PM UTC
No
never
not
ban
veto
forbid
The world is full of it
negativity
a distraction
a way to procrastinate
a waste of time
yet it takes a chunk out of everyday
things would get done if people couldn’t say no
~Javier S.
Apr 17, 2014
Apr 17, 2014 at 8:07 PM UTC
WOE HAS IMMIGRATION BECOME TOPIC OF LATE. REPUBLICANS ARGUE DUE PROCESS BUT LEAVE DRUGS FROM DEBATE. CONGRESS CONSTITUENCY PREDICTING THEIR FATE. CARTELS GIVEN POWER BY AMERICAN DOLLAR. KEEPERS ASLEEP AT GATE. IN RECESSION YET NO DISCRETION BUYING ALL WITHOUT PRICE A QUESTION. TAKE OFF THE TOP CARTEL PROCEEDS NOW IMMIGRANTS FLEE AND YOU QUESTION THEIR NEEDS. VOTE TO SEND BACK TO HELL BUT WANT OBAMA FOR SHOW AND TELL? JUST TO SEE LIVES DAMAGED BY YOUR GREED. SAY YOU WANT LEAD BUT NEVER TAKE HEED. GUESS HIGH YELLOW IS STILL BLACK INDEED! VETO EVERYTHING AND IF COULD WHEN SLAVES FREED. HOW DID LIBERTY BECOME HIGH SCHOOL GANG ASSEMBLY? NOT EVEN LOOKING AT COMMON SENSE! YOU JUST BANG AGAINST HE. BACK AND FOURTH PETTY BICKER FROM MEN WITH DEGREES COSTING SIX FIGURES. WHAT YOU REALLY FEAR IS NOT OBAMA! YOU SEE IMMIGRANTS AS BROWN *******
- KING MELCHIZEDEK.
Jul 12, 2014
Jul 12, 2014 at 10:33 AM UTC
This city has torn me to pieces
and scattered the unwanted bits
through these cobblestone streets.
Through 3 a.m. deserted corridors
and starless skies,
through the litter and muck
along the banks of its timeless raging river.
A haunting memory
is left behind a locked bathroom door
in a new friends apartment on Lyon St.
across from the empty museum.
The rumors of attempted suicide
still linger in the air.
The shell of a young man
is found in the basement
of a crumbling house on Veto St.
Swept beneath the rug
under a pile of beer bottles
and empty fifths.
A scarred outer layer of skin
is found in the drain
of a ***** clawfoot bathtub,
in a dark studio apartment
on the corner of Douglas and National.
Along with a well read copy
of Bukowski’s Women
and a bowl of maggot infested rice.
A heart,
freezer burned and half thawed,
is found on the counter
in a split level apartment
on Lydia St.,
just before the hill.
As for the rest of me,
that I’ll leave for us to find.
Maybe somewhere on the back roads
from there to here,
in the hazy twilight
fit for discovery.
Jul 15, 2013
Jul 15, 2013 at 6:20 PM UTC