Best Ballots Poems
Fungus Solarium
mushroom
sun room
Give them Voting Rights
Shallots’
Ballots
To Crush it!
Shallot
mallet
Flooded Veggie
Spinach
in ditch
Romantic Invitation
Meet me,
Sweet pea
Don’t Let it Into Salad
Hard chard
is barred
Scarred for Life
The chard
was marred
Sweet-potato Grazers
Two lambs
chew yams
Stink Weed
Garlic
Charlock
Hello, Red Fellow
I greet
my beet
To the victors go the spoils, or so they say
It's a rarity when losers have their way
Though the Democrat-fueled Mueller investigation
took $32m dollars from the taxpayers of our nation
Come now questions 'bout the recent election
Late mail-in ballots neither signed nor sealed
Hours-long gaps in vote counts, something concealed
But to the victors go the spoils, as they say
~ The issues brushed aside; Dems get their way
The votes counted
More ballots were founded
Voters in record numbers
Political sites, lots of funders
Plenty of unrest
Opposing sides, candidates at their best
Can we work together
Solutions instead of division. Oh, that's clever.
Taking sides, talking battles
Criticizing, interruptions, so much, it rattles
Working together
Sounds better
Political choices
The prople's voices
Demonstations, people shouting
Others doubting
Signs are made
They're not getting paid
Choices, confusion ensues
Who doesn't have the blues
The protestors march
Walking under the arch
Lots to say
Their cause will stay
Muffled voices in clouded corridors,
where legends mold the unseen,
drifting through thoughts like specters
bestowing authority upon the mysterious.
In politics, a performance:
marionettes on a dream-filled platform,
ballots cast for favor
lies woven with words
strands of optimism and dread
woven in imperceptible restraints.
Religion, with its narratives,
deities and monsters depicted in faith
comfort sought in fables
significance discovered in customs,
fleeting peace in their presence
prayers ascending, vapors in thin air.
Daily rituals of superstition
a black cat crosses the path, a broken mirror
navigating through symbols
interpreting with outdated understandings,
guided by obscure beliefs
apprehensive of uncertainties.
What if we dared to look behind the curtain
to view the myths we hold;
What secrets lie beyond?
The people cast their ballots;
And hopes are very high;
But the looks upon the Christian man;
Shows some worry in their eyes.
The donkey has majority.
And hopes to bring the fame
But the skeptics look to clouds above;
For fear there could be rain.
At the wheel of colors;
The paint won’t match the blotch
And the ones who paint the pictures;
They can only paint a splotch.
The wife is picking curtains;
And the man is on the phone.
The kids want decorations;
And they’ll never be alone.
Some people are ecstatic;
Some are now in fear.
Many never will accept;
The time for change is here.
Sing a song of good times;
We’re not on our own;
Sweep away decaying leaves;
Up ahead is home.
Up ahead is home Lord;
Can the time be near?
Will the rider on his painted horse;
Bring with him what some fear?
The Three Islands Sleep!
Sleep, sleep, the islands asleep!
Sleep while the winds blow on her face,
On her trees, and on her mountains and hills,
Sleep when the thieves dressed in suit come in,
Like the befuddled man sleeps in his own vomit,
Or like the overworked farmer, who in his bed creeps.
Sleep! Sleep! The islands sleep!
Sleep with unclosed eyes, like he who can’t sleep,
Sleeps to the sound of alarm, the fight for her life, and her sea,
Sleeps, when the red crimson blood from her vain shed,
Like anesthesia in flesh, make it numb, feel no pain,
Or like the brain hypnotized, would not think for itself.
Sleep! Sleep! The islands sleep!
Sleep when the foreigners come, move her out of her bed,
From the kitchen, living room, on the trees she sojourns,
Sleeps, though her offspring bewail, for some bread and a rest,
For schoolmasters that left, with no school nor recess,
And the peril and risk that play daily on the streets.
Sleep! Sleep! The islands sleep!
Sleep, the three of them sleep, when they empower the fiendish,
To keep the ball rolling, the robbing and defrauding,
When the ballots that are twisted, in their hands feel no different,
Sleep when the liars can lead them, but the truth doesn't reach them,
Or when death sentence upon them, they hear, neither see their grave ending.
Sleep! Sleep! The islands sleep!
Sleep when the corrupt one comes, with false hope to promote,
Like better jobs, new buildings, profuse gifts are given,
Sleeps like the reefs and the cays in the deep,
When the hurricane sweeps, still they all in deep sleep.
Sleep! Sleep! The islands sound a sleep!
Sleep! Sleep! The three of them sleep, when rain water falls and seeps,
Seeps through their pores, deep down in their souls water leaks,
With thorns, wild trees and tall bush growing from underneath,
The Cassava, plantain, watermelon, sweet potato, food produced choked and killed,
Like invaders our land destroy, but we sit and daydream, since our islands sound asleep.
Sleep! Sleep! The three islands asleep!
If I were the President
at least for one day
I’d build me a sandbox
Where everyone could play
I wouldn’t be a liar
I’d gladly tell the truth
No eye for an eye
Or a tooth for a tooth
The White House doors open
Republicans, Democrats
I’d welcome all people
Great thinkers and cool cats
I might not be popular
With those who won’t change
They might think I’m eccentric
Or at the least a bit strange
Because I’m not a politician
Power ain’t my goal
I wouldn’t worry about ballots
or claim elections are stole
I want a safe Nation
With People who are Free
But I won’t be President
So you can’t count on me
Inspired by Matt Caliri’s latest contest.
Listen
We cry out for peace, equal rights, and justice.
In hopes that the leaders we chose will choose to choose us as we have chosen them.
That the ones we trust will trust that we trusted them enough to put our lives in their hands.
That they'll understand we are not the animals of the land but its people.
That we are the not the slaves tied to the chains and whip of the poverty that was used as a weapon by previous masters.
They should remember that we spoke with our votes,
that the change we wanted to see is embedded in the ones we chose with our hopes.
You should see that it was we, under the rain and the sun chanting your name.
That it was us on whose shoulders you stepped to climb the ladder of success you are today.
Believe that we loved you once and still love you today but there are issues to be discussed so let's discuss it today:
We need our roads to feed ourselves.
We need our lights to brighten our worlds,
Our education to break us from these chains that bind us,
Our security to secure and protect us.
The Power is ours by your words, ‘’Power to the People’’, which empowered our lives and we use it now.
By your words, we should not suffer but rather gain hope that we will rise,
so here we are at your door.
Pleading you do for us as we did for you not so long ago.
We have changed one leader in hopes the next would be better
’’Change for Hope’’, you told us.
‘’Change for Hope’’, we aspire to have.
Let not our hopes be in vain.
In these veins, we bleed the blood of our suffering and nationalism.
Our love for country and patriotism.
We will not result to hurt this land.
Though we are hurt,
nevermore will this land suffer at our hands.
These hands which bear the hard work of the people of this land.
These hands to which guns were given to hurt each other.
These hands in surrender we cried for the peace which is prevalent.
These hands with which to the polls we went and ballots were cast in your lead.
Let these hands not be idle.
Create for us the jobs to participate and not to spectate in our economy,
Mr. President this is our plea.
Do as you said to us you would.
With changed minds, we wait on you.
And hope our dreams of a better Liberia will come true.
‘’Change for hope’’, we have.
In hope, we the people cry.
~choices~
The nights creep in a little earlier,
and the days grow short and gray.
Frost now kisses the waking ground--
the bees have flown away.
The warm days have all but vanished;
rain and snow begin to play.
Trees stand bare in solemn rows,
and leaves are swept away.
The earth begins to slow its breath,
preparing for the cold.
Football cheers rise with the dusk,
and ballots cast take hold.
We honor all our veterans,
and Native tribes with pride--
then gather close, with feasting hearts,
and gratitude inside.
Alesia Leach © 11/2014
who is a mother?
a million dollar question
that flows through ones heart
and asks questions
not every one who gives birth
qualifies to be a mother
some are not motherly enough
to even rear their kids
some sell their kids
some abandon them...
is that a mothers role?
a rhetorical question
the mother i have
has a role far greater than her title
the privilege i have to share her life
is beyond my comprehension
she is more than a mother
not because she birthed me
because she knows her role
superbly than a cookie recipe
those poor old days
when we manage to even eat rice
and life was difficult
when we needed chicken...
for christmas and new year
and a whole chicken will be cut into half
so we will have a sense of livelihood
i have more than a mother
a mother who groomed us
all in the way of christ
thank God for the bible club of those days
and how she often tells us...
"say the truth and let the devil be ashamed"
when you lie, there are two ballots boxes
lieing makes you vote for the devil
i have more than a mother
a mother who elevates my self esteem
when people step on me
she makes me realize my worth
"i am fearfully and wonderfully made" she says
day by day, she pours into my ear
to keep myself pure
i have more than a mother
thank God for you
being a guardian,mentor and role model
over my existence...
even when we want to derail
she sets us on the right path
reminding us of the gravity of laziness
and how it doesnt pay
i have more than a mother
and i thank God for giving us you
to procreate us...
over five decades ago you were born
and today we celebrate not just your birthday
but the opportunity it has afforded me
to have more than a mother
Is it the West Wing is not the Best Wing?
Is it the White House is not the Right House?
Is it the President needs a New Residence?
Is it the Democrats the “New Aristocrats?”
Is it the Different Changing or Staff rearranging?
Is it the Many allegations leading to terminations?
Is it the Confessions? The firing of Jeff Sessions?
Is it the Twitter Sitter has gotten bitter?
Is it the Fast and fury of a President weary?
Is it the Things going on that’s so unstable?
You should all be able to resolve the issues and sit at the same table
Is it the CNN banning from the White House?
What happened to Freedom of the Press?
So many things going wrong, it is just a big, hot mess
Is it the Migrant caravan which is said to be an “Invasion?”
Is it the Diversity of the Black, the Chinese, Hispanic or Asian?
Is it our election process and how it was done?
Nine days after and still unsure who won
Is it the Provisional ballots and uncounted votes
That’s making other countries look at us and take notes
Of what it is that they should not do
What happened to being the country that the others looked up to?
When it comes to the friction, what's really going on? Everyday there's something new, but nothing better. Right now there is no control, so much is out of control, so many wanna control. The conflicts, disagreements, war of words... really yall??? We are so much better than the behavior being demonstrated.
To me personally, it's not about the Democrats winning or the Republicans winning if when it's all said and done, the country is losing.
The Constitution of the United States (Preamble) begins by saying, “We the People…” Which means, it’s about coming together, uniting and winning for The People! It is about us! FIGURE IT OUT!!!
The bickering and fussing, it all just needs to stop
Let's get this country where it belongs - And that is back on top!
Deadlier than bullets ballots become if the interests of the few and not of the many serve!
(c) Demetrios Trifiatis
25 October 2016
Wake up, America!
Wake up you silent majority,
you sons and daughters of liberty.
All who bleed red, white and blue
your country needs you!
Wake up, America!
Wake up to the revolution
and stand up for the constitution.
Stand against division and hate
now before it’s too late!
Wake up, America!
Wake up folks hither and yon
and vote till a great victory is won.
Soon it will be your patriotic turn
to quell the fires that burn!
Wake up, America!
Wake up and repulse evermore
the wolves and jackals at your door.
Alas the riotin’ mobs in your town
want to tear America down!
Wake up, America!
Wake up to all the fake news
and be most careful who you choose.
Get aboard and ride the Trump train
back to Washington again!
Wake up, Sleepy Joe!
America is not a racist country
but Godless marxists want it to be.
And yet still in your basement hidin’
you say nothin’, Joe Biden!
Wake up, America!
And now that the votes are in
miraculous ballots keep appearin’.
Now we see Red states right on cue
mysteriously turnin’ Blue!
Wake up, America!
Well it’s up to the courts now
to seek truth and justice somehow.
Funny how the laptop incrimination
became Russian disinformation!
Wake up, America!
Joe says it’s now time to heal
but first there’s an election to steal.
That stench in the air is hypocrisy
and the death of democracy!
Wake up, America!
For your country say a prayer
that we wake from this nightmare.
But alas as a wise man once spoke
you can’t wake the woke!
Written: Sept - Nov 2020
Non sense, non sense all non sense
Along the way criticism makes no sense
Psalms of encouraging lights
Perish beliefs across entire sites
Your neglect in tones or silence
Cast the angst onto nirvana ballots
Voodoo statements erasing rational fallacies
Was all I hear from value absentees.
System prisoners shooting silent farts
Request the odds to alter non-oscillating stands.
My mother loves x flag
My father votes y party
My grand parents favour c party
But I’m on basic training of begging!
I too can dream!
Great men began life like me!
I’m confident, I can be great!
Income of my nation is inadequate
to fulfill the stomachs of our poor leaders!
Once their children are still hungry!
How can they eradicate poverty?
My dream will become true one day!!
All candidates undergo a national test
Winners face alone is seen in ballots!
There’ll be only two parties without any flags!
Ten year residents alone can contest in his area!
But only once he can contest in his life!
Winner must get not less than sixty percent votes!
As per the merit list of the votes, get their status
But their retiring age, as the state employs!
I’m confident I can be great one day!
I’m confident my dream becomes true one day!
I’m confident my dream becomes everyone’s dream!
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Dedicated to the poor suffering people of the world!
By s.kandasamy,s/o N.T.Sellamuthu,36 New Kallar St
Musiri,Trichy Dt,Tamilnadu,India-621211
Published on poetrysoup .com on 14-10-2013
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