Best Amendments Poems
The last moment of his life came.
The beyond anxiously awaited to receive him into
Its eternal embrace.
He was terrified!
He asked for some more time.
He wished for some amendments to make:
Wrongdoings to make right;
To give love to those he hated;
To help those that were in need;
To be truthful to those he betrayed;
To ask forgiveness from those he hurt.
Alas,
Adamant was the Lord of the hereafter
"Such requests can never be gratified," he said
" You see the law of cause and effect is unforgiving.
The balance of things should be maintained otherwise the
harmony of the whole would be disturbed ." he added.
" What you sow is what you reap " with emphasis declared.
" Do not worry though" he continued.
" On this side, absolute justice prevails for it is irrelevant if one
is a king or a beggar, thus you will receive the right sentence but
always with the agreement of your soul - God's ambassador in you-
that will offer the final accurate testimony of your actions on earth,
adding nothing and subtracting nothing ." he concluded!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
17 May 2018
**“Those that respect the law and love sausage should watch neither being made.” –
American Humorist/Author Mark Twain (real name Samuel Clemens)
Prestigious lawmaking bodies are comprised of solons*
Some find it hard to refrain from comparing them to cons
Few legislators know the ramifications of bills
And the way they’re rushed to passage can give the public chills
We don’t know what’s in bills or how they strip away our rights
And if we ask our lawmakers, they provide few insights
Piles of amendments are thrust hastily in political machines
Objections are made; no one successfully intervenes
“What’s that?” we ask later when we realize what has been done
(In Kennesaw, Georgia, all citizens MUST purchase guns)
Try to blend the conservative and liberal viewpoints
You’ll find the machine sputters with fat spewing from its joints
It’s like taking hunks of pork and grinding them into links
The process is messy and the outcome usually stinks
No matter! We are supposed to smile and just eat it up
Then we wash it all down with a sip from the lager cup
Pork barrel projects like Alaska’s “Bridge to Nowhere” confound
As on nebulous values of bills lawmakers expound
So beware if for common sense in these bills you forage
And remember old Mark Twain’s analogy to sausage
*Solons are members of any legislative or lawmaking body.
They want to burn the flag today
to them America's blood born banner
represents jingoism, a false heroism of a broken day
a culture illegitimate in divine manner,
feeling excluded from rich spiritual deposits
cursing the color of a People truly progressive
a breed disinterested in the Marxist and Maoist,
feminists and racists come to set fire to Liberty's starry votive,
impudently waving the national rags
of failed narco states and theocratic tyrannies
chanting dystopic glories of thuggish brags
with savage violence assaulting children, women, and men with American identities,
have they ever bothered to read the 1st, 9th, or 13th Amendments
will they ever realize the illusion of ideological hatred,
in our land they live with victory's compliments
yet grown fat on the lies they've been easily fed,
We, Americans, have a heritage, and citizenry
composed of good natured, disciplined hearts,
educated, informed, and compassionate to humanity,
folk, from every continent, creed and diverse smarts,
Come, you ignorant miscreants
come and burn this flag I wear with honor and pride,
come burn it,
Over My Dead Body!
J.A.B.
A. Anarchy
Amber autumn aflame
An aroma of ash appeases the adamant arsonist; the artful anarchist
An audacious attempt at attacking back at our arbitrary accommodations
The ascended advocate us to abide as they affirm their advancement through annihilation
An abstract artifice, artificial affirmation of all aspects
Treated like an array of aliens in our allowed acropolis with the armor turned against us
Most amused with their asinine aspirations and amaurotic attractions
A few too apprehensive to argue and ask for an alternative, afraid of any altercation
But the agitated and annoyed assemble, ascertaining truth through awareness at every angle
Amateur acts of anger arise and accelerate, accompanying their adverse assault on our amendments
The alliance ablaze and amassing, anticipating an apocalyptic ambush
Absolution remains absent and anger becomes anxiety among those abandoned
The affluent assure abolishment for the average and all under
In a world decayed by tyrants and greed,
Serving the human for the human mans creed.
Separation and conflict, the terms we now know
Where once The Last Bastion “Hope” used to grow
Defensible positions push further the lines
Where once the Hearth kept us warm through the times
The surety of plenty now fallowed with salt
Our Promised Land lays dormant, brought to a halt
Successor and Succor were once the lands governed
Brought low by obsession, greed is now covered
By laws and amendments they do what they will
Never giving care to the blood that they spill
A spearheaded tactic, to punch through the lies
Conviction and reason, the common ones cries
To once again see a world of solace and care
To take away hatred, and an end to despair
So with this, The Last Bastion “Hope” you can see
The salt lifted from a land that was once diseased
And never more daunted by an endless abyss
With “Hope” Comes “Love” and in the end … is “Bliss”
They idolize a villain with no integrity.
A conman void of honor and filled with misery.
A man who cares for no one, each sentence ends with me.
For this, the MAGA cult, will give-up sweet democracy.
Uneducated, ignorant, they’ll reap all that they sow.
A life without the Courts and laws they all have come to know.
The weapons which they cherish would be a memory.
The Constitution and Amendments, gone with history.
‘Free Speech’ would be forbidden, for only tyrants speak.
The free Press would be silenced, our future, sad and bleak.
They take for granted freedoms they’ve had since they were born.
To honor a false idol who lives inside his storm.
And that which made them human is somehow sadly gone.
No empathy or sympathy, just angry MAGA pawns.
Now some are on a mission for a cure to this disease.
To date, it is elusive, like the wind inside the trees.
For thousands of days he had seen the sun risen for him
Bringing joy, happiness and even bliss on his way
But
He - not even for once - had expressed his gratitude
For
All these gifts and for the privilege of being alive
And now
That he realises his life to its end comes
In
Desperation begs for one more day
So as
Amendments to make!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
09 February 2019
Minor amendments --- mini-mends
Major amendments --- maxi-mends
Mickey Mouse --- Minnie mends
There’s no greater spiritual healing,
Than planting vegetable seedlings,
And feeling living soil on your hands.
You might get tired from aerating,
Watering, weeding, and cultivating.
A kind of love that’s hard to understand.
There’s just no better money investments
Than organic compost soil amendments,
To improve the structure of your tilth.
Add to that mycorrhizal fungus—
Watch your fruit flourish in abundance,
And feast upon your fresh garden wealth.
To make your garden more prosperous
Dig in some nitrogen, phosphorous,
And potassium rich amendments;
Sulfur, calcium, magnesium
Copper, manganese, molybdenum,
Zinc, iron, boron-- trace elements.
Don’t just plant flowers to please your eyes;
Attract honeybees and butterflies
To pollinate those vegetable blooms.
Whether you’ve got sand, silt, clay or loam;
A garden’s the best part of your home—
Make your gardens your favorite rooms.
Chorus:
Soil’s beneath your fingernails.
Green stains are on your hands.
Your face is weathered by the sun,
And manure’s on your pants.
You might look like a redneck,
But whatever your background…
There’s just nothing that tastes better
Than what you grew from the ground.
Ah yes, do you remember
The reasons for the American revolution?
Wasn’t one because of religious persecution?
How about morals before their convolution?
When presidents upheld the constitution?
When the amendments
weren’t pretendments ?
And the system of checks and balances soared?
When hating evil was not untoward?
Little babies were welcomed and adored?
Instead of being killed and abhorred?
Ah yes can you remember a True loving God?
Before liberal factions buried Him under sod?
When living wasn’t all in an Ipod?
Children spoiled by sparing the rod?
What life was before this slippery slope?
when doors were unlocked and life held hope?
Will it ever be that way again?
If without God,…. then …When?
Twas Hillig, but the Limey Gove
Did whine and witter in the Brext.
All Szyddly was the Orban cove
And Grabberwock out-Mexed.
“Beware the Grabberwock, my dear,
The salesman’s talk, the dubious thatch.
Beware his leakiwick, and fear
His groomious undersnatch.”
She took her righteous sword in hand.
Her people cried “Deplore, deplore!”
So rested she by the Dumdum tree—
And thought “deplore” some more.
And as in huffish thought she stood,
The Grabberwock, with hair aflame,
Came breitling through the barty wood,
And goebbelled as he came.
One, two! One, two! And through and through
His virtual blade went twitter-t***.
She got more voters, but he was POTUS,
And that, dear friends, was that.
“See, I have slain the Hillinast!
The presidency’s now my toy.
Oh Priebous day! Steve Bannon may
Hire Sessions, good ol’ boy.”
’Tis chillig, for the hydrogeoles
Now rattle loudly in the Jong.
All kneely are the sportiproles –
And Trump’s gone on too long.
Rob Whitford
Notes:
1. Needless to say, this is a parody of “Jabberwocky”, by Lewis Carroll
2. The first “Grabberwocky” was a much better poem—a “Jabberwocky” parody written in 1939 (http://www.waxdog.com/jabberwocky/nazi.html). Thanks to this for general inspiration, the title and the sadly still relevant verb “to goebbel”.
3. This is Grabberwocky-2a, because it is an amended and updated version of Grabberwocky-2, also on this site, which dates from late 2016. The amendments are in last couple of stanzas.
4. Regarding the slightly nerdy line 3, Beata Szydlo and Viktor Orban were the conservative nationalist Prime Ministers of Poland and Hungary, respectively at the time of the original draft. As of late 2020, Orban is still there.....
little you know an immigrant
coming at age twenty fully educated at not a cost to you
learn the language and save mount of dollars to clean your floors
must be a reason they came to to your country of amendments
not written in stone if only you could see the suffering
i do not fear the legislation of man
or the degradation of individual rights.
i do not fear instant gratification
as it's message more aggressively rapes every outlet of entertainment,
even in seeing how it tears into our children.
i do not fear it.
i do not wonder why the dark side has power.
i do not wonder why kids don't respect adults and adults don't respect each other.
i do not wonder why there's so much death and murder and sickness and divorce.
i do not wonder why the clubs are full and churches are empty and abortion is legal.
i do not wonder.
today is the day people are making the choice of just who it is they serve.
today is the day the family bond is broken over self-importance, power-struggles, and sexual deviance.
today is the day that those who lead, prey on those who have trusted them and disarm those who knew better.
today is the day we have to lock our cars and our doors and our hearts.
today is that day.
but know this:
no law of any government can direct the heart of man.
no restriction can limit his ultimate rebellion,
and no physical depravity, his spiritual.
you can keep a tiger in a cage.
you can restrict his consumption to strictly vegetarian.
you can train him to sit and stand on command,
and to jump through hoops
and to walk on fire.
but you can never make him anything other than a tiger.
there is a much larger issue that is being clouded with the debris of the American constitution and its amendments-
an issue that reaches deep inside the being of a human, into what makes a man a man.
it is not our civil liberties we are being robbed of;
it's our hope, our faith, our strength.
it is not our personal security that is being invaded;
it's our minds, our morals, our purity.
it is not our children's sensitive psyches we are protecting;
it's our comfort, our feelings, ourselves.
it is not fetal tissue we are throwing away;
it's our children, our responsibility, our future.
see, humanity as a whole will arrive to the destination,
but each individual will be responsible for how we get there.
consider what's more important; what you do or what you know,
and remember that out of your heart will the entirety of your actions flow.
man created thunder awakening brooklyn with the promise of hell to come
if god is generous it will rain on the night of unregulated fire works
for dogs and cats not to fear the roar of drunken hooligans
spending their dole for the trade of a night to escalate into fights
and a gun or two
do not ring my bell it is a decoy to fool the like of you
as my door is open only I know as who would be so crazy not to use a key
in the streets of brooklyn with nothing to fear seven pounds of protection
sleeping at my feet and a cat to snuff you if you insist to invade my world
and a gun or two
my blue eyes doing the killing as the are cold as ice looking through you
an heart untouched but ruined by tribulation of a life lived to the rim
I walk the streets to pacify a night as we all need our sleep
to make the world roll of its axis for the sun to smile
and a gun or two
it is what I signed for taking the allegiance to a flag and never took the time
to learn its stripes only stars to me but lafayette my street i am proud
to bring you the constitution with amendments and a rainbow to prove it
color I see I am an artist sharing a world
and a gun or two
more work need to be done for the right to educate your children
and enjoy a sensible meal earned around a table with laugh
frontiers open for any one to enter a future farm without pesticide
as the sun is not about to dim soon
and a gun or two
IF YOU PULL A LONG FACE : Part XXVI
IF you pull that long-besieged face
Back and forth to Brussels in Brexit bob-sleigh
Deal or No-Deal backstop Customs excise nor phase
EU patience and make jingle-bells rein deer neigh
If you pull that plucky long face
You risk boxing the Left's adamant Brexit-Deal ear
" EYES " to the Right " NOSE " to the Left " have it " put Westminster grace out-of-place
No argument on amendments " PROSIT " with Franco-German beer
Then if you pull that long disfigured face
The Celts will with Scots not in English parley
To invite reigning Norman to fly in the face into Brexit space
Not mind you on skis past Omaha Beach and Isle Guernsey
Yet if you continue to pull that long-merited face
Even Roman legions will over-run the Charlemagne Gaul face rightaway
To watch Nero blitz-krieg London while May souffle sur les braises
Won't even a Nobel Peace Prize entice a ditch-Brexit May
If you must then pull a long-stymied face
Carve Britain out add a STAR to the Star-Spangled pot-pourrée
Let the Scots the Irish and the Welsh in gaelic discourse
While gentlemanly Six Nations Cup supplant Super Bowl rough play
© T. Wignesan - Paris, January 29, 2019