Best Andrew Jackson Poems
Cherokee Tears
ceremonial drums' rhythmic heartbeat
impassioned tribal chants
echo in Smoky Mountain mist before dawn
tortured spirit of an ignoble president
Andrew Jackson seems imprisoned here
haunted by wailing ghosts of tribe members
too old to meet Jackson's mandate
rise up, carry all you own
except your memories, your hopes
abandon graves of your ancestors
trek the "Trail of Tears" to a barren land
restless are the rising souls
natives who passed the pipe, welcomed whites
campers still report sightings
spirits walking and wailing from dusk till daybreak
specters bearing blood-spattered treaties
mingle in the Smoky Mountain mist
created by Cherokee tears
*Written November 20, 2018
For Line Gauthier's "Tribute to Native Cultures"
American green
The tree of life gave birth to a nation and these men who helped nature
shape it. The father of our Country George Washington the 1st President.
There is Thomas Jefferson author of the Declaration of Independence.
There's ol' Abraham Lincoln issuing the Emancipation Proclamation
he enforced, and Alexander Hamilton the first Secretary of Treasury
and most famous dueler of course. What about Andrew Jackson the Indian
remover and election winner but loser, or Ulysses S. Grant victorious Union
General, boring President. Next is William McKinley Spanish-American War
winner and assassination receiver. Don't forget Grover Cleveland only man to
be elected president, then lose, then get elected again. Our third President
James Madison who fathered our Constitution and a guy named Salmon Chase
but ambition killed him. Last on this list Mr. Woodrow Wilson who brought us into
and out of World War I, that was fun...Do you yet see these men's commonality?
They are the faces of our wealth for they are all money green...
If Washington came back to life
I wonder how he’d feel
To be pictured on a quarter
And a dollar bill – surreal!
Abe Lincoln, too, would bust a gut
If he became alive,
To see his visage plastered
On a penny and a five.
And Alexander Hamilton,
If he could live again,
Would love the play about him
And his picture on the ten.
Had Andrew Jackson ditched his grave,
He’d likely argue plenty
About his image front and center
On our nation’s twenty.
Ben Franklin, though, would be real proud
If he came back to earth,
To find out that a hundred dollar bill
Proclaims his worth.
McKinley’s portrait graces
Money that we rarely use.
(I’ve never even seen that bill –
Five hundred smackeroos!)
Poor Jefferson, despite his wealth
And all he got to do,
Unfortunately got his mug
On the elusive two!
The pictures on our currency
Have long been set in place.
Thank goodness or our current prez
Would swap ‘em for his face.
These dudes funny like "Nickelodeon"
I see how these "Cartoons Network"
Come in "Dexters Laboratory " I'm Writing "Explosives"
Blues Clues "Cues" in my "Excerpts"
Mandark hating thinking "Quotients"
Mad cuz I'm Hot like "Petroleum"
Writing Science like I'm follower of "Newtonian"
Dexter soul hot full of "Sodium"
My Lab keep "Exploding" Heal my wounds with "Collodian"
No Andrew Jackson young president this my "Jacksonian"
I'm my own general no "Napoleon"
Lab full of "Lectures"
So fly like I knitted myself "Feathers"
What's wrong with these "Goofys"?
Whole Tune Squad "Looney"
My homie Charlie Brown an I'm "Snoopy"
With Velma and "Snookie"
Scrappy with me and "Scooby"
Her eyes red low like "Droopy"
Thinking like Aloysius "Animo"
Feeling myself like Johnny "Bravo"
I'm ten gods amongst these "Demongos"
Boy genius like "Gizmo"
I'm waiting to flex on "Rayona"
Flexing my muscle like "Ishiyama"
Greedy with my glory I'm "Kaz Marada"
I was raised by Vanna "Pira"
Watch me beast like "Badaxtra"
Welcome to the Camp of "Lazlo"
Too many clowns in this Circus Freak "Show"
Know you part of the Circus Freak "Trio"
Too many Jokers an "Zombozos"
I tell these Goofys I'm fly like I'm "Plato"
The Trail Where They Cried
Following the wooded trail;
Fainted footprints I traced.
Embedded in the dirt and shale;
Of ancestors who were displaced.
The wind blew cold and mournfully;
As tears streamed from my eyes.
I cursed Andrew Jackson most scornfully;
Wishing the history I could revise.
Shadows linger in the mist;
Forever in solemn despair.
Of an ancient race not allowed to exist;
And I, their humble heir.
The sadness on the Trail of Tears;
Permeates and lingers still.
Speaks volumes of cruelties austere;
Man's law against Creator's will.
Should we forget the place where they cried;
And just get over the past.
And once more trust a government that lied;
We become our own downcast.
Ask that not of me;
To forget my ancestor's genocide.
Or to dismiss this country's history;
When the truths are still denied.
When their stories are finally told;
And privileged bias has decreased.
When men no longer worship oil and gold;
My peoples can rest in peace.
'We don't like to look our kill in the face'
......Greg Palast
'The problem is, Corporations have neither
bodies to kick nor souls to be damned'
......Andrew Jackson
Human emotion will be diminished, too messy.
Trans humanism is a creeping chokeweed.
Goggles will be required to view reality
as perceived by shareholders, corporate
pollinators are seeding their outcomes
directly into your brain. 'I remember when
free thought (the good) was individual
choice' We will wistfully explain to our
grandchildren.
I take my instruction from natural rights,
Awake, am I, and in control of my rightful,
equal place in the universe. Why are people
dying here? This is my life, and your free
life too. Life, all life, is precious and equal.
This is the message I receive from interplanetary
beings...sacred, are we, and we know this
to be true, we the people will open the doors
to outer space, and take our rightful place.
No anonymous, faceless Corporation will
take my freedom......join me.
10/13/16
George Washington chopped down a tree as a lad
Then told his dad that he'd been bad
With the stroke of a pen, Thomas Jefferson kick-started a nation
Touting revolution every so often with his Declaration
Andrew Jackson had a penchant for whiskey
Native Americans found him way too frisky
Abraham Lincoln was thin but brave
Reunited the nation and freed the slaves
As a child Teddy Roosevelt was always ill
But as President he led the charge up San Juan Hill
His cousin Franklin took over in the Great Depression
And then three times won reelection.
JFK and Jackie ushered in 'Camelot'
'Til in a Dallas motorcade he was shot
Ronald Reagan demanded the Soviets end their stall,
"Mr. Gorbachev, please, tear down that wall!"
Bill Clinton said, "It's the economy, Stupid!"
Before he was cut down by Monica and Cupid
And now Mr. Trump draw lines in the sand
Saying, "Let's make America great again!"
And did you know that Yankee Doodle preferred apple strudel
To a leftover dish of cold, wet noodles?
Hope you've enjoyed this reprise of Presidential history
Which to the majority of Americans is an absolute mystery
P.S. Rumors have it that Yankee Doodle is considering a
comeback run for POTUS in the 2020 election.
His slogan reportedly will be, "Make America
handy with Yankee Doodle Dandy."
The "Me-too" movement has already
dialed in death threats ...
Poet: Ken Jordan
Poem: Black Seminoles
Edited by: Sparkle Jordan
written: March/2014
I am a black Seminole Indian.
A fierce warrior on the Florida
plains - At war with the
Americas, fighting to hold on
to our land -
I joined forces with the
Seminoles, upon my escape
from the United States, as a
runaway slave -
I am a free black man now,
standing strong, and brave
against the Union, who initiated
three wars against me, and the
Seminoles, to conquer our
place of freedom -
I fought along side Dosar
Barkus, Cesar Bruner, and
John Horse, all black Seminole
leaders fighting during the
Rebellion -
I stood with Chief warrior
Osceola,a native resistance
leader who fought against
Major General Andrew Jackson,
during the revolt of 1818 -
With our last drop of blood,
we will fight, we will not
concede -Resist we must! until
no man is left standing. We will
not leave our land, and
surrender to the Union Soldiers
The white man's three wars
against us was tragic, and
when the dust settled, many
souls were lost on both sides of
the war, their were no clear
winners in these senseless
battles, based on the white
man's greed to stage a
takeover of our land -
But in the end, Florida was sold
by the Spaniards, to Major
General Andrew Jackson, who
later became President of the
United States -
Soon, the end was near, white
settlers begin to move in on the
place we called our homeland -
Their disdain towards us,
forced Major General Andrew
Jackson to transport the last
remaining Seminoles, out of
Florida, to the Oklahoma
territory, to start our
lives over again -
Our history will never be
forgotten,we stood up against
the Army,Navy, Marines, and
did not concede -
I am a Black Seminole Indian,
a fierce warrior - My spears left
there mark on the Florida plains
Andrew Jackson, people's president,
A drop out from school environment,
At voting campaigns,not a statement,
"Vote me,ok,ok " said he,in infant's jargon,
Voted people, ok, and voted Jackson!
Congressman and senators forewent
all manner of civility, fidelity and integrity wii
hull ding broadswords, derringers
and firearms as all hell broke loose as testimony
to the dire prognostication foretold
more than saber rattling and Gatling guns que
kind from lambastes, fisticuffs
and brickbats ratcheted up as agents provocateurs nee
said obedience to semper fidelis credo, coda and cock knee
stance when dire straits called for restraint
against excess versus raising cane old hickory
i.e. Andrew Jackson latched onto when opposing with energy
and verve espoused by fellow delegates, and his hologram ghost bloody
from battle scars outside and/or inside
the halls of government where blows bashed
dovetailed elected legislators to officiate
as angry birds viz brouhaha clashed
Federalist against their nemesis
of the twenty first century
during the term of Donald Trump
who throve on the cutthroat frenzied
internecine lawlessness dashed
to and fro, hither and yon any hope for civilians to escape bloodshed
spilled from without vaunted halls of justice,
the approach of doomsday
writ large as anarchy and mayhem flashed
with uproarious coup d’etat,
when Democrats outliers gnashed
teeth, and nonestablishmentarian outlaws
pistol whipped and hashed
tagged traitors who roared America
went bankrupt at sold at fire sale price slashed
when Donald Trump ran the country
into the ground evidenced by Molotov Cocktails residue
in concert with the sulfuric odor of hand grenades trashed
There are harmless ghosts, who wander, seeming to seek their past
as though they’re looking for themselves or a life that didn’t last.
You may just get a glimpse of her as she wanders in your way.
There’s no need to fear nor run. If she sees you, she won’t stay.
But there is another kind of ghost and such was Katy Batt.
She was feisty and vicious when alive, a regular hellcat.
Alive she was angered by John Bell, on her deathbed vowed to haunt him.
True to her promise, all his life she managed to torment him.
She came back as a poltergeist, threw objects at his head.
She pinched his nose and stopped his breath, and truly wanted him dead.
Andrew Jackson was President; he heard of Kate Batt and her tricks.
He called on John and Kate was there to put him in a fix.
She glued his wagon to the ground so fast no team could move it.
She wanted full credit for John’s trials and took this way to prove it.
When Jackson cried “It is the witch,” the wagon wheels came free.
They heard then an unearthly screech. It came from a nearby tree.
Jackson and party stayed the night but the President had no rest.
She came in to pinch and poke him, pull the blanket from his chest.
John Bell died from poison administered it’s said by Kate Batt.
We hope that now he’s free from her, wherever he is at.
For Carolyn and John's contest "Ghosts" Won no. 4
Congressman and senators forewent
all manner of civility, fidelity and integrity wii
hull ding broadswords, derringers
and exhibiting the right to bare firearms
as all hell broke loose as testimony
to the dire prognostication foretold
more than saber rattling and Gatling guns que
kind from lambastes, fisticuffs
and brickbats ratcheted up as agents provocateurs nee
said obedience to semper fidelis credo, coda and cock knee
stance when dire straits called for restraint
against excess versus raising cane old hickory
i.e. Andrew Jackson latched onto when opposing with energy
plus verve espoused by fellow delegates,
and his hologram ghost bloody
from battle scars outside and/or inside
the halls of government where blows bashed
dovetailed elected legislators to officiate
as angry birds viz brouhaha clashed
Federalist against their nemesis
of the twenty first century
during the term of Donald Trump
who throve on the cutthroat frenzied
internecine lawlessness dashed
to and fro, hither and yon
any hopelessness for civilians to escape bloodshed
spilled from without vaunted halls of justice,
the approach of doomsday
writ large as anarchy and mayhem flashed
with uproarious coup d’etat,
Andrew Jackson drank a lot of whiskey
With the Injuns, he was a bit frisky
He shot up a few
Sliced others in two
Today he might find that a tad risky
The ruling party's eternal line: Warriors brightly shine,
Their battlefield triumphs necessarily fine.
Yet crown them as statesmen, heroics diminish,
Often resulting in ignominious finishes.
Caesar defeated Pompey, returning home to cheers,
Ambition rent them on 'kind Brutus' dagger of tears.
George Washington led America in battle victorious,
Before fathering scores of slave-offspring inglorious.
Andrew Jackson cut down Indian raiders -- so daring and risky,
Fueled by his addiction to grain alcohol whiskey.
Up San Juan Hill Teddy Roosevelt's Horsemen did charge,
As roughly as into the White House he later did barge.
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And now that military heroes no longer become Presidents--
Only foibles and flaws distinguish current Oval Office residents.
politician
curses Andrew Jackson
lives on stolen land