Best Elections Poems
Elections are less than a week away
And all the candidates have something to say.
With nervy tenure the ads were on the wing
Tossing the dirt as far and as much as they could fling.
When the signs are all up with their names posted there
I always say..."Voter, Beware!"
It's not their programs that they'll try to move
But the largess in their pockets that they'll try to improve.
I won't say I'm not cynical about election day
I work as a judge during that crazed fray.
Candidates all quote Washington, Jefferson, and Lincoln for sure
It would be better for us, if they knew who they were!
The elections are rolling around,
And it's obvious to see,
The more one tares another down,
Lays claim to Victory!
Each is right and only them,
Can save us from our debts.
Enhance our life, correct all wrongs,
And throw away regrets!
So get in line to cast your Vote,
And do it with great pride.
You're sure to pick a good one,
Cause none of them have lied!
The elections are rolling around,
And it's obvious to see,
The more one tares another down,
Lays claim to Victory!
Each is right and only them,
Can save us from our debts.
Enhance our life, correct all wrongs,
And throw away regrets!
So get in line to cast your Vote,
And do it with great pride.
You're sure to pick a good one,
Cause none of them have lied!
They travel
Distances
To work at the new factory
At the mall
To sell
To persuade
To show
To ring up sales
To stock shelves
And keep merchandise neat and attractive.
Customers
Look
Touch
Examine
Feel and perhaps
Buy.
Standing on their feet
Workers wonder
How does an
An $8.00 an hour job
Minus benefits
Zero coverage
Negative career
Compute
In their lives?
Their parents had jobs
Some for thirty years
In a real workplace
Free from outsourcing
Goods made in China
High unemployment
And foreclosures.
The store mannequin tells workers to break it up
Back to their counters
To do what they’re being paid for
But there is much more beneath the surface of his words
A threat
Real or imagined
The workers listen
Because there is nowhere to go
Nothing else to do.
In the new economy.
The young have energy
To organize
To demonstrate
To petition
For real change
Time is on their side
For a better tomorrow.
Yesterday we were happy and free as a bird,
Today with nostagia,we bite our thumb,
Tomorrow we burn midnight oil in tomorrow's aspiration.
Today we give the new veil to a pig,
Tomorrow with bitterness,regret the filthiness.
Today we fashion out plans for unripe pawpaw to ripe for the puppy;
Tomorrow we complain of its mess in the room.
Today we mend water-trough to water grazing fields for the cattle;
Tomorrow we boast of burning the fields for dwelling homes.
Today we spent ourselves to feed the cat,
Tomorrow the cat lives in the bush to eat our fowls.
Today we cherish our dog,our bones on its neck,
Tomorrow it eats the bones even our foods.
Today we accept penny and offer ourselves with pride,
Tomorrow we spend pounds with agony.
Today we labour and tax to welcome the king;
Tomorrow we plant thorns on his parts upon return.
Today we make a prisoner a priest,
Tomorrow we wait for the waist-breaking rhythm.
Today we glorify a tout as the godfather,
Tomorrow we complain of bad company.
After all these,fellow Nigerians,
When shall we think before we leap?
Americans For Fair Elections
Who is it now that pays the way,
Of politicians gone astray,
And who now will pave the way,
For that which they were paid,
We are Americans who stand true and proud,
Witnessing incredible devastations,
So we shout our mantra strong and proud,
We are 'Americans For Fair Elections'!
One contribution from those who vote you in,
Is all a candidate should be able to get.
To fund a political race to represent,
America for the people within their District,
People who no longer have a voice,
People now easily disregarded,
Who now find they have less of a choice,
Than when this democracy started,
No more party or government matching fund,
No special interest groups or big business,
All lobbying our district reps one by one,
And deciding who will lead our districts
These contributions have stolen our choices,
And all that we Americans hold most sacred,
These powers have now stolen our voices,
And our democracy now sits degraded,
We 'Americans For True Representation',
Now must take action and take back the reins,
We 'Americans For Fair Elections'
Must now rid ourselves of these stains,
And with the help of our fellow Americans,
We shall return the power to the people,
With every one of us taking a stance,
For together we are indeed powerful,
Through calls, letters, and petitions,
Once again we will make our voices heard,
Offering no retreat and no concessions,
We remain staunch and true to our word,
So be warned you who stand in our way,
For we will remember those with questions,
And those who will stand with us this day,
As 'Americans For Fair Elections'
Please visit 'Americans For Fair Elections' dot com,
And help us to pass the word of this movement on,
Or forward this poem penned by My Gull Wheels On,
a.k.a. Michael Wilson, Your fellow American!
How do we elect all Presidents?
It is incredibly simplistic.
We go to urns and cast our votes in.
'But why?' I asked myself this question
Incessant multitudes of times; in sorrow.
All politicians, including presidents,
And, by their own admissions later,
In their memoirs and sudden recollections
Are incorrigible occupational fibbers.
We always take what they promulgate
During election’s lengthy process
With hugest grain of salt and still,
At the end of it, we learn it all in books…
Titled the same:
‘I would if I could!
But I couldn't, so I didn't!’
Too many people hoping now, and wishing things would change
afraid the Five still in the race are acting pretty strange
They can't believe what's going on, dishonesty brings shame
pass the buck to someone else, when they're the ones to blame
Party doesn't matter much, they are cut-throat as can be
Republican or Democrat, they none will keep us free
The Socialist, the Billionaire, the Con-Man, or the Gal
no matter who, no matter what, they none will call you pal
It's called "I'm in it for myself", you're never on my mind
the changes to America are not your choice you'll find
The Illegals? They'll go no where, that means they're here to stay
Immigrants? There is nothing changed, you better start to pray
We don't like Talking Politics, sometimes it must be done
there could be Off Shore Bank Accounts, one day they'll want to run
Who knows for sure what's on their minds, could one day be like Greece
or Libraries with lots of cash, Donations just a Fleece
A building fifty stories tall, a marquee at the top
First Lady on a Wall Street Board, the games will never stop
A plan by Socialist Design, and E-Mails full of flaws
our Country must resist the urge, and live by all our laws
A very trying time's ahead, do not let down your guard
soon you'll have to make a choice and it may be very hard
The easy part that you decide, a fence down on the border
The hardest part? Fighting back, against the New World Order.....
Thankfully, another American election cycle has come and went,
Providing folks across the land their opportunity to vent.
For months, we've suffered a gamut of inane hullabaloo,
Now, maybe the pundits will find more productive things to do!
The politicos proposed various schemes and grandiose ideas.
For our nation's ills they offered numerous panaceas.
We've heard it all from no new taxes to fixing social security,
Most of which will be destined for the bowels of obscurity!
We voted to retain judges, for governors and county clerks,
And bonds to increase taxes to improve the sewage works.
We defined marriage as one-man, one-woman for each legislator.
(Somehow, I thought that was determined eons ago by The Creator!)
We watched on the television as pails of mud were tossed.
Such political shenanigans upon the voters were not lost.
When the elections ceased, campaigners vowed togetherness.
How long the love-fest will last is anybody's guess!
The people have spoken, to borrow the political cliche.
Some folks are elated, others fraught with dismay.
Despite all the hoopla, babble and circus atmosphere,
Our election process guarantees the liberties all hold dear!
Entry for Kim Rodrigues' "After The Election" Contest
Morning about talked,
Every household forward looked to,
A country full of political parties is it,
My family we walked to poll,
Stood at all angles,
To give a tick to several faces,
That focused to see our tick,
To elect a new era,
Young all established,
a new rule- constitution,
Prayers marked,
To a peacefull voting,
Kenya it is,
Each tribe looking for there own,
How I payed that God intervenes,
When my country shall vote as one race,
One culture, and one people.
Elections in Oz
by Robert (Bob) Moore (C) 2016
We’ve got elections coming up, don’t know what to do
Cement Block Bill or Malc the Mouth, neither seems true blue
both parties full of backstabbers, don’t get the man we choose
the backroom boys will do their job, and we’re the ones who lose
First we had our Kevin, then Julia came along
stabbed him and took over, things already going wrong
she complained of sexism, and spent all our dough
then before we knew it, Kevin had another go
Labor promised everything, from Gonsky to N.I.S
paid Gonsky for the first term, no money for the rest
all in forward estimates, from selling all our steel
bottom fell out of the market, those promises were not real
Then Tony Abbott came along,
said that he would right the wrong
which Labor and the Greens had done
but he could not, it was too far gone
He stopped the boats, and the Carbon Tax
but people didn’t want the facts
no money for Gonsky, N.S.I. and other things
but Labor had promised them, and Tony felt the sting
They did not want to listen, and did not want to know
he’d broken promises they said, and so he had to go
Malcom had been waiting, just for this very time
stabbed Tony in the back, and started his own climb
So here we are again, heading for a new election
with no one we can trust, when we make our selection
Bill or Malcom, no good pick, neither has much voice
and polies do not listen, when the people make their choice
We need a PM just for once, who will bring it all together
and a Cabinet to back him, through good, or stormy weather
and after his three years are up, if things have not improved
then let the people vote him out, we’ll have him removed
After the Election:
The bustling-frenzy has died
Leaving us all wide-eyed.
Just when you think you know the end,
You are startled by the result.
Did you stand in the cue
To vote for the red and blue,
Or did you look down your nose
At all others who took a vote?
But now it is all dusted and gone,
We’ve sang our patriotic song.
It seems a little stale now,
As if the world has come to an end.
There is no politics to debate,
We have after all sealed our fate.
What should we discuss now?
No topic seems worthwhile.
But still life does abound,
If you’d only look around.
Take a deep breath,
And go on a new adventure.
Welcome, to my country.
Where we experienced load shedding.
No Wi-Fi, petrol sky high.
Politicians fighting battles to stay on top,
Less money for you to shop.
The poor has to beg and plea,
Daily on every corner and street.
While politicians’ lives a rich life,
From tax payers, they milk every dime.
We are a box of smarties,
While politicians sleeps with different parties.
During election they pick and choose,
Which color to use.
We are not the rainbow nation anymore,
Some parties’ mayhem caused it for sure.
Elections yield
idiosyncratic bloodthirsty gods, demons, lemons, liars, and fleas
full of prayers
that most are just tricks in twists and turns
of emptiness
that only endeavor to veil the roughness of these roughnecks
full of vagueness and vanities;
The real vampires,
plunged, swimming and sinking in stinking Politics swarmed with fanatics, irks
and licks, and deceits, and idioms, and schisms, and dreams, and victims
and
Isms
said from wide wild mouths
of crooks of looks and books, but of deaf ears,
buoyed by
self-seeking self-seekers and bootlickers, and
the rest, as they trample down
on the colors of truth, and play down
–anxious and teasing times
the
sudden overnight gods
Round pegs in square holes.
Many seasons come and go.
How then can we grow?