Best Autocratic Poems
Plagued with an unimaginable measure of beauty
She sits somewhere between the Indian and the Atlantic
Her history boasts of nothing but debauched slavery
Having served leaders who were very autocratic
She boasts of a vast expanse of unexploited vegetation
An even greater magnitude of untapped mineral resources
Yet her people reside in abject deprivation
As they look beyond their motherland to external sources
Famine, drought and diseases are her nemesis
Her leaders never seem to be sensitive to her plight
Amassing wealth for themselves and families
Ignoring the very reason for their current might
Oh Africa my motherland
Bursting with glory and heavenly blessings
May the good Lord stretch forth His hand
To bless thee with leaders worthy of your consecrations
A slice of Americana
love their Mar-a-Lago cream cheese pastry
immorality a lot
They crave their leadership cake ...
spin-sugar batter laced,
full of vulgarities and obscenities
in a profanity pot
Call truth to them:
this is guaranteed to give your soul gut rot
Response be a fork crooked limb:
give us another slice please, we love it a lot!
Politically incorrect gluttonous fake bakery eaters
admire a misogynist strong, dictatorial leader
Someone who demeans women,
flush their feminine dignity down the toilet
Strip their honor bare and sewage transport it
Mar-a-Lago Café got a line out the door
that adore the pungent immorality smell of this
Let Trump blow freedom a snot rag kiss,
Mr. Booga Man do autocratic Aryan insist
Sour cream de la spoiled cheese,
oh how they love it so ...
Begging the Prez Fuhrer’s pardon, yo —
they’re neo-Nazi-ing for another slice please
Getting soul gout ...
selling their empty calories
conservative principles out
Mar-a-Lago decadent immorality
served by the hateful spoonful, no doubt
Cream cheese colored bigotry
Very Berry White crooning
on the karaoke vanilla jukebox grapevine
Take one last slice before democracy closing time
But you didn’t hear it from us black raisins,
standing in the back of a separate cafeteria line
When I was eight
I knew Paradise could not be merely secular humane
and yet be kind
and omnipotently divine
when a Great Horned Owl
breathed her last sacred breath toward me,
left alone
while she flew away
to where I would poorly follow
in my robust adult time.
It took me eight cycles of octave eight
to realize why
Paradise must include safe nests for diverse fowl,
politically
and ecologically cooperative seas
flowing complex schools of graceful fish
and surf's bilateral co-gravity
flowing out here
and ebbing in now
breathing Earth's healthy paradise past
and wealth-empowering future
polyamorous eternity.
Because an anthropocentric Paradise
would be monolithically,
and monotonously,
and monotheistically oxymoronic,
a scientifically and religiously ridiculous
metaphysical nightmare,
not ecologically sustainable,
not psychologically palatable
not even harmonically healthy potential paradise
because not synergetically
polyphonically
polypathically
polyculturally
or polytheistically healthy
wealth of peak co-empathic experience
regeneratively compelling
and degeneratively disspelling
economically enlightened
and politically empowering
co-intelligent empathic/dyspeptic
polytheistically inclusive
indigenous wisdom design.
Every polyvagal body knows
Heaven begins and ends
in an organically holistic
and politically democratic
globally healthy Earth Garden
with zero-balanced waste wealth stream
and nonzero-soul kind-kin potential
panentheistic elegant integrity,
yes?
So how does denying our naturally embodied climate
and unkind mind-wasting spiritual pathologies
help us become the perpetually ReStorative Paradise
we might synergetically peace together
Healing decadently autocratic Hell
monotheistically against sacredly wealthy
organically healthy Gaia Earth.
Arrogant autocratic Ahab
Sails set seaward
Heartless harpoon high
Wind wracked Waves
Revenge rage regret
Wretched white whale
Opaque Ocean oblivious
Deep dark dangerous
Titanic terrors traversing
Captain callous cold
Blood bought bonds
Obsidian oaths ordured
Foreboding fears fester
Sacrosanct silent seas
Motionless midst moonset
Dim daylight dawned
Spray shot skyward
Lithe Longboats launched
Barnacled Behemoth Breaching
Heartless harpoons hefted
Destruction death defeat
Ahab alone as Achilles did battle
Poised proud purposeful in battle
Long lance light in hand for battle
White whale welcomes the battle
Dives deep deep to rise to the battle
Man monster meet to do battle
The sea is still, it has no tale to tell
Anna Karenina, by Leo Tolstoy,
approximately 800 redundant pages
of Kafkaesque scoffing
at relentless banalities of economic and political elitists.
Rather like transcribing often inebriated conversations
within all-night insider celebrations
of a ProPlutocracy Party Convention
Or, sadly, a depressed weed-rant
at the end of a long defensive policy debate
among inter-religiously woke Democrats
longing for a win/win DanceParty Convention,
like in the good-old liberally bipartisan ballroom days
Only maybe about 400 condensed
impacted pages shorter
with the remainder quite unliterally
and anti-climatically inscrutable
as planned anti-ecological obsolescence
through mutually partisan assured destruction
Drinking and smoking
through organic Earth's rabidly dark night
denying and/or distracted
from synergetically addressing
our unwell-disorganizing Anthropocene
of epically AnthroNarcissistic
autocratic-monopolistic chaos
Adding nothing more useful
or healthy
or sacred
to Kafkaesque scoffing
at relentlessly drunk banalities
of economic and political elitists.
ROAD TO DAMASCUS
Granite faith exfoliated by superguns and sanctions whirls,
on this earth succumbing into dry spell of peace,
War-crats and confidantes skinning freedom from its people
Kofi drinking coffee with revolutionaries and revolutionaries in
Aleppo cafe on his way to Damascus
Daughters eating NGOs, GMOs, condoms and twitter
Bullet scorching the feet of super diplomats and mediators
Wiki leaks castrating the reputation of this state
Opportunists and oppositionists eating asparagus and liver in candle light dinners
Selfish pseudo prophets calculating political matrixes, salmonella laced sugar tongued
Democrats cooking autocratic beetroot and propaganda pizza for media rituals and puppets initiation.
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autocratic india dying india
autocratic india dying india
madhya pradesh government ceases to be madhya pardesh government
karnataka government ceases to be karnataka government
opposition is destroyed
one political party governing india
autocratic india dying india
autocratic india dying india
kashmir ceases to be kashmir
special status withdrawn
autocratic india dying india
autocratic india dying india
new delhi ceases to be new delhi
government not by the people
autocratic india dying india
autocratic india dying india
If you want to keep
your expanding
civil liberty weight down,
we suggest you try the alphabet dictator soup
It’s demagogue-approved to keep the
public scrutiny town hall gavel pounds off of you
The letters F ... R ... E ... E are not in the can,
and radical talk chowder is totalitarian banned
You best clam up, if you know what’s healthy for you
But the split-lip pea soup tastes great liquefied,
if your jaws need to be wired shut
Fat ideas of human rights
will get you shipped to Siberia
on a dissident Weight Watchers bus
Sugary sweet intoxicating wine of independent thought
will get you government-issued gulag cloth
So don’t get drunk on too much First Amendment talk
Here’s something else you might want to try on the menu,
our peppery, Black Boot fascist veggie stew
It’s guaranteed to give you a mean kick
Only 100-percent propaganda tofu
is offered in this meatless, bicameral dish
No harmful voter allergens to alarm you,
and it’s debate-free healthy too
This totalitarian menu will slim your political weight
down so fast, it will shock you
Just watch what a few rubles a day can do
I know you still have cravings
for some red meat democracy
Need I remind you: this is a
media roast-free, autocratic dinner party
You will be amazed at what
a few influence-peddling dollars will buy
But please be advised:
Stay away from any amended second helpings
of the rich, decadent General Custard pie
Aw, shot ... it’s double-barreled delicious,
but it got major health concerns,
no Krispy Kremlin lie
Too many Constitutional calories
in each serving of this American dish
We urge you ... implore you ...
demand you not to give it a try
Those who taste too much sweet liberty,
tend to kick their totalitarian diet to the curbside
Just a little word with
So many guises
Incoherent inefficient ineffective reaction
Inconsistent blame
Vengeful malaise
Conscious disregard
Blameless resolve
Sanctimonious irksome indifference
Creative revenge
Wreckage for sport
Intensive bigotry
Hyperbolic generalisation
Disinterestedness
Complacent autocratic dogma
Crass philistine opportunism
Nimble forgetfulness
Vigorous ignorant diatribe
Impotent nostalgia
All in a day’s work for those
Whose envy knows no bound
Infants fill in speaking muse
in motion slacks
Children fill in leaking emotional cracks
in home and family's nurturing support
with deaf and blind lies
of eternal ever after
nursing happiness
Democratic healthiness,
free and freeing
first amending communications
grasped quickly
before autocratic adolescence
turns down our brighter sight.
As with one little light,
so with the great transitioning many
too old
to innocently fight
Wounded future children
filling in leaking communion cracks
in synergetic EarthHome
and EarthFamily's nurturing support
with monoculturally deaf
and monotheistically blind lies
of eternal ever after
nursing AnthroAutocratic happiness.
For a moment,
setting aside imagined barriers
severing social democratic empowerment
from neuro-psychological health,
indulge in this deeply rich Thought Experiment
that growing multicultural trust
like cooperative WinWin strategic diplomats
also extends compassionate love
of everyday healthcare democratic lives.
It may become resonantly transparent
why perfecting love of multicultural regenerativity
cannot sustain within a toxic climate
of survival of the autocratic fittest,
competing WinLose devolutionary
weaponed revolution models.
Perfect co-redeeming love
cannot persist in a vacuum
for the same reason that naturally evolving ecosystems
abhor evacuated polypathic energies,
co-empathic enculturing trust
in elegantly ionic, iconic, pleasures.
Perfect love is bipartisan double-bind co-redemptive,
cooperatively co-arising democratic co-prehension,
or it cannot be perfected
WinWin regenerating global organic health.
Love cannot be returned away empty,
unfulfilled with longing for promise of fertility
unless also retaining a pathological anthropocentric vacuum,
absence of co-passionate trust
for sacredly organic abundance
sufficient for this co-engaging moment,
this co-operating day,
this co-invested life,
this regenerate loving Earth,
still holding on
to love's enduring democratic
neurosystemic
cobinary presence,
despite anthro-hubris kleptocratic
nationalistic predation
Setting aside imagined barriers
severing democratic co-empowerment
from organic neurosystemic multisensory healthcare.
All right, I admit it.
It's hopeless, and I have no shame.
Fact is that I may say what ever I wish,
listen back without a reddened countenance,
shed all compunction, even modesty
if my accoutrement begins to interfere.
Yes, I am smitten; the hours disappear
when we are face to face.
I'm lavish when the passion flows;
heat best serves emotion as it cools.
Manipulation with my fingers only shows
that I'm aware of all the tools
progressive schools of thought may teach
the tender-aged as well as touch
the ones of aged tenderness.
And of my lips?
Well, not so much; they cannot
perfectly express my ardor now.
This autocratic ancient lover finds himself
content to have technology supply
the object of his worldly desire--
this computer is his one and only
paramour, inamorata, fire.
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Ours is a nation of “No Change!”
Before, we said it in the foreign language
of masters across the seas and oceans
“No change!” we hollered.
But fortunate for us indeed
that we have the only man
with a vision heading our nation;
he smoothly translated it for us
into a language we better understand
“Pakalast!” we now scream.
“No change!”
“Pakalast!”
How true that is!
From time immemorial,
we have lived so;
ancestral chiefs and kings,
colonial masters and presidents of the Republic,
we have bowed in awe to all,
reliving and reliving
the atrocious slogan,
“No change!”
“No change!”
“Pakalast!”
We are bound by the vicious cycle of
a nation without rule of law,
chained to the shackles of autocratic rulers
who claim to be champions of change.
“Pakalast!”
“No change!”
“Pakalast!”
We are mired deep in the ditch of abject poverty,
teeming with unwaged youths,
murdered by state organs
sapped of all human consciousness,
weighed down like a drowning man
by scandals upon scandals of corruption
with great farces of elections
“Pakalast!”
“No change!”
“Pakalast!”
We are a nation of no change,
a nation of no hope,
our people too weary to do anything
but to squeal the slogan
in voices callused by despondency
“No change!”
“Pakalast!”
Arrogant- wise - domineering - intimidating - stunning - to anyone
Young at 27, but incredibly brilliant and wealthy, that's who I am...
Yet, who could ever think that I have been through black and blues
This bossy autocratic features was once before of soft caring hues
This "sought after millionaire" was once an "erotic sex slave"
But... I bravely stood up, strive and gave all the best I have
Haunted by "childhood nightmares", my mother beaten and bruised
Submission - dominance; bondage - discipline; my "lustful game"
Hard mystery man that I present, yet Ana came and break me loose
Liberating me dearly from my haunting unpleasant past and woos
Never did I imagine, that a simple 21-year-old big - eye college girl,
Fearlessly entering my world, will put me into a beautiful: "love twirl"
I handcuffed her by tapes, ropes and irons but she imprisoned me so tight
Tight with her sweet and selfless love, leaving me all awed and magnified
I am the dark Christian Grey, whose heart and soul, Ana steal...
I will break a leg... Hike the highest peak to be Ana's only shield..
by:
olive_eloi
03/24/2014
2:30 pm
BOOK: FIFTHY SHADES OF GREY BY E. L. JAMES..
CHARACTER: CHRISTIAN GREY
Public policies are program designs
with regenerative health and safety vetted practices,
rooted in evidence of resiliently positive outcomes
Usually supported by some form of evolving theory
and/or systematic teleological perspective
about why interventions may be rationally expected
to progress toward more constitutionally protected healing
than unethical harming,
and at what cost compared to alternative governing strategies.
Producing executive orders
that are primarily reactions against existing policies
and/or regulatory procedures
without evidence that these reversals of direction
will not be more harmful than healing to people
and/or plants
and/or planet
is not developing healthy
or democratic
public governance
It is, instead, dictating autocratic,
and often kleptocratic,
promulgation of upper-caste preserving influence
without trauma-informed intent
to effectively respond
to mental and/or physical harm,
nor environmentally degenerative waste
risking thrival potential for future generations
Without any credible public service justification
for financial and neurosystemic trauma cost
intrinsic to reversing healthcare-informed direction,
specifically in comparison to extant legislated policies
now being replaced by executive fiat.
To preserve public service distinctions
between aristocratic caste-conserving ideology
and democratic-caste Constitutional teleology
please do not confuse President Trump's degenerative procedural disorders,
derived from fear of inevitable failure
and contrived from anger-mongering,
with democratically progressive
constitutionally resonant "more perfect union"
development of Left+Right bicamerally responsive
caste-interdependent governance
Organic trauma informed
resonant health and wealth serving
best ecotherapeutic practice
of resiliently safe sacred Earth stewardship.