Best Donkeys Poems
Tussled snow-haired gnome flies over the land,
A moonbeam daydream, unicorn soars high.
Pulling bread loaves from the air with his hands,
Weaving through clouds shaped like marshmallow pies.
He’s the master of all he imagines,
To his fantasy you are invited.
To be pragmatic is to be tragic.
It’s story time, kids, let's get excited!
This governing’s not as hard as it seems,
Don’t listen to the doubters; they’re just mean.
Who needs economics when you’ve got dreams?
My flock, put your hands on the TV screen!
Too bad your policies aren’t logical;
You’re a damn sight less pathological.
3/18/16
The blind, jaundiced eagle falls from the sky.
Falling free, it's the death of liberty.
No need for autopsy to figure why.
Is it freedom we want, or all things free?
We’ll protect you from life so hazardous.
We know how to fix it when you’re hurting.
Blame those other guys, with laser focus,
All hail the figure behind the curtain!
It will be paradise on Earth, you’ll see!
Even if it’s run by a psychopath.
Endless holiday, serf-ing safari
Even if it seems like we can’t do math.
Enslavement by vote coming to your town!
Just don’t let those other guys get you down.
3/16/16
The call to order; the chorus now sings
Lord of the Flies dressed in his dapper best
Dance to the pull of invisible strings
Hands of the puppeteer moving the rest
See the perverse design of humankind
Exploited by those who would rule over us.
To our soft underbelly, we are blind.
Even the brightest miss the obvious.
Every campaigner’s fiat currency
By which the masses will be bought and sold:
Scratch it, beneath is no substance to see,
His debts tendered, payable in fools gold
But still the promise, cold unblinking eyes,
A righteous pillage, your justified prize.
2/29/16
So don’t let those other guys get you down
How could we not beat the hippie and witch?
She’s a criminal; he’s a goofy clown
But we can’t beat the Donald, here’s the sitch:
Standing at the altar, first five, now three
Awaiting the voters to be their groom
Casting anxious looks toward the entry
But with a s-Trump-et, the groom left the room
This can’t be happening? How could it be?
The “Real Republicans” and their backers
Misread the writing on the wall, you see.
Only role now is Donald attackers.
Sometimes the choice is good; this year it isn’t:
It's psychopathy versus narcissism!
3/16/16
It was a party of fleas who dropped some tea into the sea
Created a baby that left its mommy
Now there is an elephant and donkey in the room
So, lets asked who’s the bigger ***?
A spark, a flare, lighting a camel, an affair
Puff of smoke gone, what went wrong?
Bully the pulpit, who’s the culprit
Line drawn and divided by two
A state of iron bars but let’s call it a zoo
Divided into a system of them vs you
Don’t lose your autonomy
Though everyone is still just a monkey
Collectively a swarm of angry bee’s
The brilliants of hatred and judgment
The embellishment establishment pageant
Yesteryear's of days past are today's fears
Financiers, volunteers as November nears
Comparisons, divisions of wealth’s occupations
Frictions, contradictions, comedians
Who will be the next king of the jungle?
Both proclaiming to be the blissful angel
Tis the mating seasons bestial battle
Birdies tweets all about it on the their social
Scandal! Scoundrel! Oh, look there’s a squirrel
The eternal feral quarrel circle
The apex creatures are very territorial
For the king or queen, gerrymandering
The two-party system is the grand pyramid scheme
Bunch of ***holes looking up and bunch of **** looking down
Kiss up, gallop, gossip, stirrup, who will win the crown?
In this cage, enrage, what’s on the front page?
Who’s saying what about minimum wage?
Outrage about an issue? The cockatoos will throw a horseshoe
Here, eat this grass, here, pray at mass, or don’t
They will provide an antidote
Cheer, this one is such a deer, so sincere, so clear
Ok, the political evolution will find a way to prey on the economic roadway
Confusing rat race values, turn to the news and find out who will lose
Here, oats for the goats. No, the grass is greener over there
But be aware because there is a monster troll lair
Despair not of this nightmare, the election will swear to another road
The only condition for this prince is you must kiss this toad
Bam, the payload full of taxes and other critter’s pensions
Hurry up and cooked this eagle thanksgiving is awaiting
Tis the season for the hating, frustrating, debating,
Won, the elephants and donkeys parties are one hell of celebration
After-all in this zoo, the keepers and guests are laughing at you
Updated 5/14/2019
Zugzwang
It's psychopathy versus narcissism,
our big decision for twenty-sixteen!
Which pathology is best, or isn’t,
What fell pass led to this dismal ravine?
The Donald, his rich dad’s favorite son.
Wheeler-dealer, Reality TV.
Born on third, it’s not much of a home run.
“This is GREAT! Everyone’s looking at ME!”
Our other choice, with pending indictment,
She's more crooked than a barrel of snakes.
There’s no end to the Clinton excitement
and pseudo-empathic concern so fake.
Unless each other as VP they choose,
The only good thing is that one must lose!
3/3/16
The only good thing is that one must lose,
In the battle of Donnie versus Hill.
Three-hundred million cases of the blues,
Add me to the list of those who feel ill.
More than that, it makes me look to the sky
And in addition to all that wishin’
I’m sorry I prayed for a girl or guy
Who wasn’t a career politician!
But there’s something, dear God, I have to know
If in your image we humans were made
Were politicians made more, or less so?
My little crisis of faith, I have prayed,
Will no doubt resolve, but what I’m thinking:
Perhaps we needed a Divine Spanking!
3/17/16
I took a donkey
Over the border from
Nepal into India
In Calcutta
I had tea
When the hotel
Proprietor after checking out
Asked; me 'Any tips?'
I misunderstood & said
'No need.'
A righteous pillage, your justified prize.
Indignation, winning, all you can see.
If freedom melts away before your eyes
Then you assume it was not meant to be.
A system designed to thwart corruption.
A sacred tree bearing freedom’s flower.
Yet we fall for the tawdry seduction.
A nation of whores, we sell our power.
The love of country has been unseated,
Replaced by three hundred million factions.
People divided, people defeated.
Windmill tilting, appearance of action.
The stag leaps in front of the train to die;
Blind, jaundiced eagle falls from the sky.
3/1/16
Donkeys are known for their sheer stubborness;
determination beyond compare.
I see three "saints" for donkeys, nonetheless -
Mary's transport to Bethlehem's square
and Balaam's unique donkey, quite rare.
Mary's donkey is not mentioned per se
in God’s Word, but I don’t think she walked.
Balaam’s donkey saw an angel guarding the way.
After two beatings, he sat down and balked;
and in self-defense that poor donkey talked.
Balaam had not seen the angel’s drawn sword
warning him not to return to Balak.
Now he was told to speak only God’s words.
And what of the donkey? now on a sidetrack -
I hope Balaam had some treats in his knapsack.
There IS one more donkey, I should mention,
the one who carried Christ to Jerusalem
near the end of His salvation mission.
The foal of a donkey, a colt bore Him
to His venue of death and human mayhem.
In the bitter cold of the foggy dawn
Their heels I hear on the hard grounds below
Yet another day to work it all
And the master gets to keep all the pay
As obedient as they may
They head to where the heavy cart stays
Drums filled with pales of water
All day they pull this way and that way
Carts filled with heavy construction materials
Every day they pull this way and that way
Whether it rains or shines
Everyday there is load to be pulled away
Theirs is work bound by fate
Perhaps a purpose to which they were made
Perhaps a punishment of which they must pay
But what gives me a little comfort
Is that even they after a whole day of toil and pain
Even they get to spend some time away from the misery of the day
Even they get to dream of better days when heaven will employ their grace
The night is truly divine
For it offers my kindly donkeys an escape from the brutality of hard days without pay
The night offers my kindly donkeys escape from their enslaved ways
The Blackpool donkeys have given up
they have boarded jumbo jets
to be emotional support animals
for those lesser angels
that protect us wingless fliers.
They have opted out.
Once they used to plod from Blackpool pier
half a mile up, half a mile back,
day after day,
carrying kids and also others
that drank beer as they heavily jogged along
their thighs clapping sore ribs.
In a dulled daydream the donkeys moved
with downcast eyes,
backs spavined from gleeful bums and knees.
The sound of swishing waves
lulling eventually
into a sea-green batch of somnambulates.
When they could carry no more -
some were trucked away
to be neglected unto death.
Now the donkeys have retired themselves,
have changed form.
When not flying business class
they surfboard in Hawaii,
their Bermuda shorts billow widely
as if tailored for four-legs.
Those that once rode them
on that uncultured British beach,
now take river cruises
to the more refined European cities
and hardly ever see a donkey,
but if they do
I hope that for a moment
they feel a knobby spine
again bruising their sophisticated
time-worn tight bottoms.
The Blackpool donkeys have given up,
they have boarded jumbo jets
as emotional support animals.
Once they used to plod between
the Blackpool piers
half a mile up, half a mile back,
day after day,
carrying whooping kids and adults
as they heavily jogged along;
fat thighs clapping sore ribs.
In a dulled daydream the donkeys moved
with downcast eyes,
backs spavined from gleeful bums and knees.
When they could carry no more -
they were trucked away
to be neglected unto death.
Now the donkeys,
when not flying business class,
surfboard in Hawaii,
their Bermuda shorts billow
as if tailored for four-legs.
Those that once rode them
on that uncultured English beach,
now take river cruises
to the more refined European cities
never wishing to see a donkey,
but if they should come across one
I hope that for a moment
they feel a knobby spine
again bruising those broad buttocks.
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"To the White House he strode," sang his choir,
The elephants sparked a dumpster fire,
His words became its fuel,
Deceit was his tool,
While the donkeys cried foul: "He's a liar."
We need no DC to know all these things,
Just stamp your ear on the bald eagle’s wings.
You’ll see Iran sneezing;
And Israel pleasing,
Not too far away Gaza's sorrow rings.
Red Maple touted as the fifty-first.
PM as guvnor, a joke just nursed.
Donald talk’s just full of scare,
Yet Putin listens with care,
With the hope that the North's missiles won’t burst.
Troops in Damascus prepare to leave,
Trump's friend in Istanbul made Assad grieve.
To Moscow he fled,
In his tower he read,
The joy of this win, he wears on his sleeve.
Let the King take His ride
On the street paved with glory
The hails and the cheers
The shouts and the screams
They are not meant for us
But the One that we carry
For we are but donkeys
Let His choice not irk us
Should he pick a mule ne'er ridden
Or one without a medal
A newbie to pedal
May we remain content
To work while we're hidden
For we are but donkeys
May we never take pride
On the miles that we cover
It is not by our strength
Nor is it by our might
We achieve such great feat
But by the hand of our lover
For we are His donkeys
©Chidiogo Radiant ~ August 2017