Best Benghazi Poems
Was not every one a child?
Joy to their mother and father
And growing up as a kid
With wonder and laughter
Then they go to school
Playing games having fun
And become a voice for others
When they don’t have one
Then some give hope to the people
Giving speeches from their tower
Then commits inhumane atrocities
When they get the taste of power
Today the worlds are full of hate
An evil that has no end
While many starves to death
For war money are spend
Men like Adolph Hitler, Robert Mugabe
George bush Jr, tony Blair, ayatollah Khomeini
Kim jong ll, idi amin, Benjamin Netanyahu
Just to name a few criminals of humanity
Pol pot murders millions in Cambodia
And the world close their eyes
The unspeakable crimes in Rwanda
Where over 500.000 people dies
I guess if the country had oil
They would have been alive today
But if you are poor nation
The United Nations looks the other way
Some kill in the name of religion
Some kills to steal your land
Some are kill by drones for just
Attending a wedding function
Hundreds of innocent are killed
By drones that they can’t see
But they are just collateral damage
But not those at Benghazi
North Korea says we have
weapons of destruction's right here
But they went to search in Iraq
Kill millions but find it nowhere
The evils of war will continue
Many more bad days still to past
More war criminals to be born
And be children playing on the grass
Many choose to cover their eyes
If it doesn't affect them, they don’t care
So while sit here writing this poem
I can’t help it but shed a tear
On the northern plain of Africa,
Tyrannically tortured tongues wail for revolution of injustice
To embrace the prescription of democracy by neighborhood
Amber anger of our pitiless god has now being awaken
How many million tongues shall lick this ripen death?
The aftermath begun the ceremony of blood-bath in Benghazi
When peaceful demonstrators were battered by rage of military strikes.
And anger-drenched folks without training fell in love with deadly weapon
Unimaginable anger of winged weapons handshake the fine faces of Misratah
Blood-dripping vibrating limbs were separated from their sources.
And human blood was made the entertainer of the day
The laughing horror stood by his principle of apocalypse
A thousand children without parents, lost
In gaze of orchestra of flying missiles.
The broom of earth now intervened
The god of the stars and stripes-the mouth-piece of mother earth
Led the assembly of giants worms who donated their agents of death
"No fly zone", "Operation odyssey" wore the mask of death
The Dead and companions were invited for a feast of Missile-roasted mortals
From your screen, smiling skull smile at your astonished eyes.
Who will lead the dreamt resurrection of justice,
When Zeus has refused to let go his sword?
The lost just began!
(Terrorist Attack-Benghazi 9/11/12)
The Navy Seals absorbed the brunt
of fire al-Qaida thugs bestowed
and died in battle near the front,
stood tall with courage to confront
a vile assault of bitter mode.
The Navy Seals absorbed the brunt
on rooftop stand, machine gun stunt,
a grim attack, defenders slowed,
and died in battle near the front.
As choked in soupy smoke, the hunt
for those alive, true effort owed,
the Navy Seals absorbed the brunt.
The dozens saved in rescue shunt
as teams of seals took up the load,
and died in battle near the front.
A callous chief then voiced it blunt,
and termed it as “A bump in the road.”
The Navy Seals absorbed the brunt,
and died in battle near the front.
From the “jungles” of Soweto
To the “lakes” of Kalahari
Come!
Let us adopt grey children
Call them Mogadishu or Benghazi.
Donate your second hand underwear
To the west
Stand up! Let’s go
Attack undemocratic countries
Beyond the Mediterranean
Let us go monitor
Their elections and
Determine who wins or just
Declare rebels the rightful
Leaders of a country.
Let us go buy some humans
From across the Atlantic,
Chain them and make them
Work on our plantations.
If not, let’s go buy land in the isles
Start up banks in that land
And make the Afro world currency
Let us hold
Charity walks for sick
Hollywood stars
Along the streets of New York
Also rear goats as Pets
And hold tomato fights at Buckingham palace.
(TO THE VICTIMS OF WAR IN MY NATIVE
CAMEROON AND IN NORTHERN NIGERIA)
Giants
Have filled
The FAR North
Sweeping
Bloodbathing
With sophisticated
Heavy weapons
Connected on a
Barren land
Communicating
As from satellites,
Techniques and
Outfits of
The expedition
They got THERE
Thundering,
Murdering,
Raping, and
Reaping
The scarce
Bank notes kept aside
To launch our economy
here.
The giants are
Putting up stubborn
Resistance ready
To dismantle,
Horrify, and
Offer pretexts
For erecting another
Benghazi or Mali,
Somalia or
The Sudans:
Growing poverty
Exile
On the desert
Migrations
Corruption
Legislations
Segregations
Falling soldiers
Suspecting the
Innocents
Blackmailing
The weak.
Where are our
White hope of
The Opposition
And all the experts
On geopolitics?
Tell us whose war
Is it?
Hillary, dear Hillary—where do we begin?
In your tale of deceit and corrupt political spin.
First lady, poor victim—
‘Vast Right Wing’ to blame,
A Chicago born, carpet bagging, New Yorker—how lame.
For over four decades, you ruthlessly fought,
Every virtuous ideal the forefathers sought.
With convictions as sound—as a lifeboat that sinks,
You’re a Chameleon, Hyena, a slithering snake,
who for votes flip flops often—just whatever it takes!
Stolen funds meant for Haiti, Clerical errors to blame,
at the foundation “helping po folks,” that bears your last name,
problem is—no one knows, where this ‘help’ can be seen.
while your net worth exponentially expands to obscene!
Fat chance ‘crooked Hillary,’ parts with the cash
from your “pay to play” system, illegal and brash.
Your condescension exceeds, what most tolerate,
like a child who needs spanking, or a belligerent inmate.
The fawning from media, won’t take you to task,
over emails, Benghazi, Russian Uranium—they won’t ask!
Liberals, dead voters, and criminals don’t care,
‘bout your pile of dead bodies, or ELITIST fanfare.
Just a history of coincidences—corpses intact,
and secret home email server, foreign governments hacked.
while two former presidents’ lies had your back!
You’re the Eva Perón of the United States,
Your red badge of courage—a life of mistakes
As queen of all feminists, their abortion namesake
Whose politically correct mantra remains,
WHAT DIFFERENCE DOES IT MAKE?
It's when aristocracy begins to feel like a mid-uphill battle
It's when the armageddon features evil on both sides
and,
the good are speculating from the auditorium
It's when a 10year old is ducking depleted uranium in Benghazi
It's the bicentennial brainwash that is rapidly depopulating the black community,
It's the fake pastors leading the blind
It's the bloodshed in Raqqa that features berserk jihadists
It's the human traffickings increasing the traffic on the offramp to hell
It's that uno blunder that results in millions bearing a thunder
It's the bogeyman in a tuxedo you voted for stealing away dreams that he sold you.
It's when your future is decided in a one page boustrophedon
It's the bushveld your forefathers were massacred for that you don't have the papers to occupy that continues enriching the man you're working for
Another piece of land sold!
It can't be a rainbow nation with a camouflaged sincerity shaking hands with the devil that's pleading for your votes momentarily
It's another puppet in the whitehouse raising hell and forfeiting heaven.
I had to analyze it properly to see who the "holy bible" really benefits
It's the difference between a peacekeeper and a peacemaker,
It takes peace being present to keep it but little children are starving and homeless because of an American airstrike claiming to fight terrorism that they birthed
It's being an illegal human being because that's the true definition of an African American,
It's the young teenager popping xanax for a deadbeat euphoria
It's the disintegrated city of Mosul and obliterated future for millions of infants
When evil is an obligation they program your mind into denying intuition
It's all about control!
It's an Mk ultra anniversary
It's the disinclination to grant you freedom
Because you can't be free if you aren't a free thinker
It's the trend they sponsor that further demoralizes the black youth that you see your idols promoting
It's the creative freedom you lose once you become a marketing plan.
It's the literature they don't promote the reason you think this is too long to read that actually educates you
I'm offering you this disillusion to share with those in the same dungeon of thought you just escaped from after reading this.
Peace!
Offensive
Bamboozling
Adulterous
Misgoverning
Anti-Capitalist
Odious
Blow hard
Arab
Muslim
Anti-American
Obnoxious
Back Biter
Abuser
Marxist
Anti - Christ
Oval Office
Brokered
Assault Rifles
Misleading
Americans
Open
Border
Allowing
Mass
Adulteration
Ordered
Benghazi
Ambassador’s
Murder
And 3 others
Oust
Barrak
America’s
Most
Atrocious
Oath
Broken
Assuming
Misanthropic
Autocrat
Oblivious
Bewildered
Abysmal
Myopic
Administration
Overthrow
Banish
Annul
Muzzle
Abolish
One more
Blunder
After
More and More
Atrocities
One
Big
Ass
Mistake
America
now that I have your attention, please read and comment
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Thank you
Blue Light Bulbs and a Bottle of Bleach and The Incandescent Must Win
(part 1)
By: J.R. Wren
A wilting flower and a blade of grass
No presumptions of the way things ought to be
Feeding plenty on light through a tinted glass
Patiently waiting and resting in what it means to be free
“Steal, Steal, Steal. Make it up and patch it.
Feel. Feel Feel. Facts don’t matter and from all myth gleans.
Reel. Reel. Reel. Fish it in and match it.
Lies from the lounge and drunken dither. -- Our ends will justify the means!”
Knowledge of privilege and equity to learn
Servers, red phones, and Benghazi aflame
Crossbones, Chicago, Philly and -- -- Her turn!
“She will win! She will win!” Crumpling papers did proclaim
Deep, deep, deep. In plain sight -- a hidden gate
“He doesn’t win. Right? -- -- Right? ---Isn’t that right?
Steep, steep. Drip from a leaking deep state
What's fusion? It's cash stowed in the store late into the night
A wilting flower and that blade of grass
May not have thoughts of what ought to be
But the Deep aim to crash through lids of glass
The steady, sure swap of twenty-one to rid of sovereign - ty
“Steal. Steal. Steal. Lick it up and stamp it.
Feel. Feel. Feel. Feed the Feds and nothing of the Deep careens
‘Real. Real. It’s real!’" TALL thinks FISA won’t catch it.
“Checked (not checked) but might be confirmed!” And the judges are part of the means
They say “check your privilege” and “equity’s sublime.”
But the phone kept ringing and a message was left
Equality and equity can’t be done at the same time
Not by the color of my skin, but a perfect dream left bereft
A blooming rose and a patch of grass
And a new child doesn’t carry what the elders see
Feeding plenty on light with no prejudice of gold or brass
Seeing no difference between daffodil or lily
Hare over turtle “and beware the snitching fox!"
“Feel, feel,feel for all our shadow’s past."
A broken doll in an empty box.
Lemon spiel and Meadow’s blast
An abrasive sponge and a bottle of bleach
Fluorescent morgue lighting - “ask for their consent!
The clinical culture is calculated for all and for each”
Ballots appear. Nanny will fear. “And soon we’ll get you out of that tent.”
Modern English Most
Do use modern English most these days
If poems wanted to receive much praise
So of the game what must be the quirk?
Answer is Poetry Soup having a network.
Another secret will surely want to share
Two identical things are a perfect pair
Both flow together on natural course
And at same time each other reinforce.
When joined they are steady and sure
And at same Trump they can endure
Being ahead and not falling behind
Those two together blow your mind.
Sure and certain successful will be in end
Absolutely knowing what they do intend
Preside as perfect pair in White House soon
Not Trump who is a goon and a baboon.
Trump does have has Twitty Bird lips
And his hair in wax he always dips.
With color orange hair will adorn
Way it was when he had been born.
This was meant to match with all of his
child like behaviour. Can you imagine him
Eleven hours before the Benghazi committee
explaining all of his bankruptcies and lies.
The Benghazi attack was Three PM EDT
Eastern Daylight Time not Three AM.
Hillary was wide awake. It was Trump
who was taking his afternoon nap.
Think about it.
Jim Horn
Should National Security be compromised from emails of privacy?
I say to you, NO it should not, but you can blame that darn Hillary!
Quid-pro-quo Clinton Foundation during ten years of Secretary of State,
spreading lies and deceit, so much controversy did she create.
Failing to protect Americans about the nature of the Benghazi attack,
corruption to the severest degree, so much dignity she does lack.
How about the “Uranium One Deal” with the Russians overseas?
Intimidating women to stay quiet while her husband spreads disease.
She has a “dead pool list” with strange disappearances and suicides,
and then when confronted she runs like a spoiled baby and hides.
Seriously? Murdering babies at seven months in the womb?
Little do we hear about the people she has sent to a tomb!
No there’s nothing on earth that could make me earn her respect-
but after all, look who she’s married to…what more could I expect?
A Realistic Hillary Clinton Poem (it is NOT positive) Cash Prize Poetry Contest
Michael Wegman
April 7, 2019
*Awesome idea for a contest, just sayin'. Hope you like it as much as I enjoyed writing it*
Twas Watergate which proved once more
The pen is mightier than the Sworn
With pomp and circumstance imbibed
The deed did not, they said, but lies
Though exile begs for sterner stuff
The cover-up proved quite enough
And with that vaunted victory
The fourth estate, filled with esprit
Entitled now to win them all
Does cover up their leftist flaws
Benghazi wrought a flood of lies
Unworthy of a bloody "Why"
Four fallen innocents ignored
Obama's press an undead 'corpse'
A video turned man to beast
So said the mouths of hillary
Without a thought for those accused
Of homicide based on a ruse
Though cover-up once ruled the day
With democrats in charge, that changed
Yet, if the shoe had shifted feet
They'd headline every word and deed
Benghazigate? Don't hold your breath
Truth won't inspire the mainstream press
And stealing secrets always trumps four deaths
Ode To President Trump
Benghazi fatal fiasco where four Americans and NOT illegal aliens met their fatal end and for that reason was the impetus of me casting my vote for him and not for her.
Trump is a businessman and by hook or crook, the American people and its economic future are stronger.
The impeachment vote falls along party lines with the House leaning left and the Senate leaning right.
I am guessing people are afraid to align themselves with somebody who is been demonized by Democrats, whereto, I am not. As I speak on behalf of the Republican party, I am unashamed but have due respect for those who choose otherwise, because we, Americans, have the freedom of choice and we should be proud and not waver along the fence of indecisiveness.
I and my working family who does not live on government handouts will vote for Trump again.
God bless the American people
God bless America
2020 February 01
*Honorable Mention*
Ode to a President or Politician or Leader Past or Present
~~Sheri Fresonke Harper
Most Illusive
Can thin spaces be created by a Priest
Closer to God and distance not increased
And about some things I must be blunt
Still trying to decide what I need and want.
What if for while longer I have to wait
For standup comedian to be a candidate
Which I really on occasion often heard
In Republicans existing in every word.
Listen very closely and are liable to hear
Their thinking reality is no where near
Are even starting a show of their own
And is called, "How to gripe and moan."
Hilary often has been beyond compare
Until there was the Benghazi affair
On computer had been webmaster
Republicans turned into a disaster.
On and on and on could go and go
After a while you will eventually know
Much credit Republican s we must give
About any subject are the most illusive.
Guess what? My back is all worn out
from patting it so much so I did decide
to write this poem. Can you blame me?
James Thomas Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
RiverSea Plantation
Bolivia, NC
The Teflon Queen
That Hillary Clinton- our own Teflon Queen-
or others might say- just a harsh 'queen of mean'?
Mistakes and misdeeds disappear quite unseen
by blinded supporters who think she's pristine.
Whitewater's long scandal was never resolved-
and Travelgate, Filegate- two more never solved.
With Teflon's smooth coating, so thick, undissolved-
she slipped right on by- that she was not involved.
Along with Vince Foster- we add forty-five
who met their sad death, possibly did contrive-
for each had a tie to the Clinton 'beehive'.
Go search out the Web for the facts that survive.
Ambassador killed, with the details opaque-
upsetting it was when this sad news did break.
Benghazi, her nightmare- not her piece of cake!
Her answer- "What difference now does it make?"
Ignoring Chris Stevens' "please help" all along,
so boring to her- that annoying singsong.
She turned a blind eye! But slick Teflon stayed strong.
And then, once again, she slid out of a wrong.
And, what of those missing emails- such a shame!
It was a no brainer- she should take the blame.
Her server was wiped- with a cloth- she did claim!
"She's innocent"- followers blindly proclaim!
None other than power and glory- her needs,
so evident in her self-gaining, masked deeds.
The Clinton Foundation grows with stealthy seeds
of donors repaid for cloaked greedy misdeeds.
She slipped through the cracks for unethical acts,
but still to this day, blames all others with facts
for losing her throne- from the truth, she distracts.
To stop Teflon Queen, voters' choice now impacts.
Sandra M. Haight
~4th Place~
Premiere Contest: A Realistic Hillary Clinton Poem (it is NOT positive)
Sponsor: Michael Wegman
Judged: 05/09/2019