Best Ballot Poems

Politics
Politicians
Definition: (Webster’s dictionary)
To deceive, dismay, confuse or blind 
How perfect !
Simply put 
Misplaced faith by the masses 
But truly not our fault 
Just a little slow that’s all 
When you’ve been lied to from the beginning 
What else do you have to compare it to...

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I wish these were different times,
when I could write about pollen
and bee, when I could write about
silvery moons, and adventurous
pathways on uncharted romantic
sea -- 

But all I can write about is FREE!

I wish these were different times
when I could write of Light
and eternity -- when...

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The ballot is stronger than a "bullet"
People pik their voter's cards from their "wallets"
They vote for a candidate,they want to "elect"
It's the LORD's decision who to "elevate"
Unity,oneness,in this country,lets "motivate"
Hate speech,let's all "eject"
Evil influencies, we people "reject"
Between two contenders, we voters "evaluate"
The best brains,with "big...

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No body wants to hear it,
See it, feel it or be near it.
Even the picture of an aborted fetus;
Where would that reality lead us?

But what if we saw it every day?
Those horrors our babies must pay…
so convenience, lust and greed can survive.
Could we watch these...

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The Road to the Ballot Box – In Memory of the 1989 June Fourth Movement in Tiananmen 
Square, Beijing

Up high, the portrait of Chairman Mao looms
Over the ballot box, wrapped in chains of doom
Beautiful as a mirage, a rainbow
And no more reachable.
The road ahead is...

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liberal are liars
conservatives are connivers
moderates are misguided
I'm so undecided...

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They built an abattoir for man                      
In the heart of the land            ...

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...iii.
What would the ballot box say, if the ballot box spoke? 
What would the ballot box relay if the ballot box wrote?

Would it, scream blue murder, and expunge the air from its lungs.
In honor of all of the injustices, and all of the wrongs.
Would it collapse weak, and weep?
Then release details of murders it had had to secretly keep.
The murders at the ballot box.
Or would it be a witness that's been silenced, with signs of bruises and knocks.
Or maybe a freedom fighter fearlessly exposing the lies,
Fighting with such fire in its belly, and just truth in its eyes. 
Shining light in the dark places of electoral fraud,
Where the electorate is owed a deficit when an election is flawed.
Where against an orchestral background of human progress, you can hear the odd struck dissonant notes of dissent and discord.

What would the ballot box say; would the ballot box bawl?
Would any of this be any different if this could even happen at all?
But because the ballot box is silent, even when democracy stalls.
The ballot box, same as ever will continue to take the fall. 

*Extract from poem - Murder at the Ballot Box

Mike Concise © 2015
www.mikeconcise.com...

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To live with victory won by the sin of cheating,
corruption becomes physically manifest -
unethical, corrupt political leaders might triumph,
and our Constitution and National Security put at risk.

Our legal Absentee Balloting process could be unlawfully 
augmented with millions of “mail-in” ballots
“box-dropped”, harvested, and delivered to political...

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I mailed my ballot in last week,
someone called me this morning.
It was a rep from the V.C.C.
( Vote Counting Committee)
I said, “ Yes may I help?”
“Ma’am our records indicate that
you’ve haven’t voted in over a
 decade.”
“ That can’t be right, I mail my
 ballot in,...

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It's election day.
People have died for your choice,
One ballot, one voice!...

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I’m fascinated by the show 
I don’t understand it 
But, I am entertained 
It’s truly a circus to behold 
To watch the clueless and the bold 
Battle it out in a game of wits 
A tit for tat in a war of twits 
“I’m fighting...

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Never did I see her worrying, sighing, or crying.
She was born in 1888; already 61 when I was born.
Her country was clearly wearied, wounded, and torn.

Her life time was one of poverty and war.
Her travels from home never took her that far.
But she was here...

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Jesus Name on Ballot

If to whole world I were to be entertaining
Sure would need an awful lot of training
The with me God had made a proposal
My Son to earth shall send his exposal.

Movie we were seeing had a trailer
About person who was the nailer
Of Jesus's...

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the true cost of eggs
amid scrambled hopes and dreams ~
state control of hers...

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