Best Far Left Poems
How I love the sky, the sea and land.
Today I paint myself into a scene
of visual delight; though I'm on sand,
I dip my brush first into vivid green.
Tall trees are in my view far left and right.
I paint the path made out of stones that led
me to this beach which now is my escape!
I paint the sand, then dip into some red!
I'm all alone in my red bikini.
I like the fact that it’s in contrast to
the white of sand and forest’s verdancy.
But, oh, the backdrop is amazing blue!
My picture’s top half is the sea. Beyond
its tranquil surface, now my eyes are drawn
to hues of brightness of which I am fond
as twilight’s sky I am adding on.
Some tangerine with crimson I have swirled
onto the canvas, and the red’s the same
as my bikini! Finally, this world
I've been painting I inscribe with my name!
10/21/17
In so many shades of black and white, I find you after all these years;
leaning against that old weathered clapboard schoolhouse,
high on the hill overlooking the Fundy Bay,
and again, I inhale the fragrance of those wild sea salt roses
and feel the ocean mist upon my face, as I look out at those
sunbeams dancing on the tops of those rolling waves.
There you are, in your hand-me-down dress,
with socks pooling around the tops of your shoes.
There, third row to the far left, sporting a home made bowl haircut,
and a smile of utter joy.
After all years, in so many shades of black and white,
I find that little lost girl, and I am a kid again.
In so many shades of black white, I find the true colors that are me.
~~~
Author: Elaine Cecelia George
Flailin’, flailin’, flailin’;
There goes my ball sailin’
Into a trap, the water or the woods.
Flailin’, flailin’, flailin’;
You can hear me wailin’,
“Why won’t that damn ball go where it should?
Drives go right. Putts go wrong.
I shank my wedges or ‘skull’em’ long.
My golf game’s just no damn good.
I’m swingin’ too hard & lookin’ up;
As if I’ll actually see it go in the cup….
As if it ever really would.
My alignment’s too far left or right.
My ball can find the only tree or trap in sight,
Even if the shot starts out lookin’ good.
These days, I carry some special tools:
A handheld weed eater with extra spools
And a pruning saw, in case I’m in the woods.
I’ve even tried to ‘buy’ a better game.
No matter. My scores were just as lame.
Those new clubs didn’t do what they should.
Bogies & doubles...even triples... are common scores.
I very rarely get pars any more.
Believe me, I’d change it if I could.
My buddies said it must be me,
A teaching pro I should go see.
They said he’d fix my game…..if anybody could.
The pro said, “Hit some balls while I watch you.
Just set up and hit’em like you normally do.
We’ll see if I can do your game any good.”
After the first bucket of balls I hit,
He calmly said, “Take two weeks off…then quit.
Take my advice. You really should.”
Now, what really has me vexed,
I’m wondering what I’ll try next.
That pro’s advice was no damn good.
So, I struggle along with my flailin’ game;
But, strangely enough, have fun just the same,
Finding hope in rare shots that are actually good.
Hating hate
Is still hate
hate is not defeated with hate
hate is not defeated by love
hate is quelled with understanding
but
we have forgotten how to listen
instead of listening to understand
we only listen for disagreement
so busy fighting for the scraps
of the american dream
we stopped listening
so far RIGHT you can't see
so far LEFT you cannot hear
both sides equally angry
both sides equally scared
so instead of listening to each other
to understand
we listen to the whores of big business
we put our faith in politicians
who have not our well-being in mind
but the profit line of their financiers
pass bills that destroy
people and things
instead of putting our faith in each other
we have put it into politicians
that know nothing about the daily existence
of the average person
we have turned our back on common sense
continue on with antiquated beliefs
beliefs which have funded and caused wars
genocide
outright theft
all in the name of progress and civilization
we are unable to believe in something
but accept that somebody else has the right to
their own beliefs.
what happened to the middle
what happened to cooperation
it doesn't exist because agendas
normally don't get finished in the middle
I CHOOSE the middle, i have no agenda
I CHOOSE to listen first
I CHOOSE to make an effort to understand
Both sides
Why do you hate what you hate
Then try to make that hate go away
and the only way that happens
is if we get to know each other
I choose to start listening
It's hard to hate things you know and understand
The Salon of Forbidden Ideas
is a place where the free-thinkers go
to express their unsanctioned opinions
and explore what they aren't meant to know...
At twilight, they slip through the shadows
of the alley 'twixt Far-Left and Right,
wearing black masks and cloaks of red satin,
bearing lanterns of unfiltered light.
The door to the salon is fastened
with various fashions of locks---
each one with a key and engraving
of the name of a theory or hoax.
For the one with the keys to unlock them
there awaits a most pleasant reception:
A tea in an elegant parlor
with others so-freed from deception.
Over salvers of tea cakes and lokum,
and samovars piping with steam,
they indulge in uncensored discussions
(like the cats who have gotten the cream).
The portaits of Nietzsche and Darwin,
and of Freud and Marcuse and Marx,
gaze down with intense indignation
as the fireplace feasts on their works.
Engraved on the mantle is FREEDOM,
and the roar of the flames, "Liberation!",
and the parlor is bright with the fireglow
from the canon of indoctrination.
Outside, in the mist and the darkness,
the justice wolves prowl on patrol---
sniffing fiercely for dissident skeptics
in their bloodthirsty lust for control.
The tea in the parlor continues---
as the wolves run the alleys in vain---
til the night-shadow fades into sunrise
and the guests don their masks once again.
Do you know the way to the Salon?
Do you have the keys to its door?
Simply follow the compass of Conscience,
and the pull of your heart to know more.
The alley is narrow and lonely;
you might lose your family or friends,
your religion or good reputation
before you arrive at its end...
But if you are yearning for freedom,
and the knowledge of truth is your goal,
there's an ear for your voice at the Salon,
and refreshment and peace for your soul.
Day by day,
DEI DEI
All I hear is DEI
Diversity be gone now
Equity goodbye now
Inclusion you disgust us
No more DEI
Chorus: To see things less clearly
I ate a bat so nearly*
Oh Oh
DEI DEI
Our melting pot's a far-left lie
Get lost diverse opinions
Jim Crow you're our guy
Inclusion take a hike now
No more DEI
No more DEI
Oh Oh
Grandson in a university in the south,
Grandma, writing poetry in the west..
Our family survives the distance test!
Including, our sweet pets, the very best .
Being Republicans, helps us survive the miles!
We withstand attacks, by far left, life styles.
A card from President Trump, to our Eddie!
Made our political hearts, for life, to be ready!
Edward had pizza, and a visit with his uncle
and aunt, from out our way. He got to see a
a professional hockey game for the first time.
Hurrah! He lis a member of Turning Point!
Best wishes to all of you and your families.
Hugs~~~~Grandma Pangie
We cherish and love you!
(9/27/2025}
The grandstand is gelid by a sharp wintry breeze
Carried off from the field are the last of dead leaves
The shrill of the whistle, muffled calls from the crowd
From the tunnel stampede, metal studs echo loud.
With high, flick-tossing coin each Captain his reason
To kick-off with his mates a new rugby season.
The kicker announces starting ball high and long
And on lumbering wind sings a rugby man’s song.
Fifteen players below impatient stand waiting
Eyes fixed to the heavens, the ball falls rotating.
To arms of the hardest with sweetest possession
Grueling match has begun— the rugby obsession!
Steaming bodies in scrums, deep grunt of engagement
Weary boots grappling earth now frozen like pavement
By tackle-ruck-lineout, each man one-and-for-all
With a powerful push a try-bound rolling maul.
Players leaping for joy, heads of others hang low
Elation, deception such do rugby games go.
So Grand Final is here, a long winter has passed
The crowd and the speaker say it happened too fast;
Cut-throat right to the last; Wing, Second Row to Prop
A try, then conversion, to make every heart stop.
(Far left of the uprights flew last quiet ball spent
but with westerly drift over black dot she went!)
…
And with sweet summer grass blowing crisp in the sun
where butterflies frolic, spider webbing is spun
White sidelines are missing, fields all ripe, rich ‘n’ green
Rugby season has passed, but young spirits are keen
A rugby ball punted, a lone boy, polished boots
To play for his country, his dream built on grass roots.
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Alexandrine Poem in balanced six syllable cesurae for each 12 syllable line
Attempt I shall, to convey of my journeys to my sacred special safe place. A great form of meditation. For me personally, I choose to close my eyes and imagine my back up against a great Oak tree. Feeling and hearing the wind on my face. When I am comfortable, a door opens up in the tree's trunk allowing me in. I begin to climb downwards following the roots, and climbing through them. This takes quite a while as if the roots run downwards for miles. As I descend I begin to sense familiarity with the whereabouts I am in the roots. And suddenly, there it is, the door I have been searching for. It's a small door, just big enough for me to squeeze through. I open it and there is my special place.
Sitting once again with my back on the great tree, feeling the serenity. (I am)You are one now with your environment,one with nature, one with the wind. See the fields with flowing grass, a few weeping willows next to a tiny brook off to the right a little. And a small Hawk in one of the willow trees. Sometimes I'll see a hare or rabbit pass by, and the Hawk watches on also.
There is a forest of tall Rowans off to the far left, and mountains in the distant background. After I have had my rest, it is time to make the journey back through the tiny door and climb back up the roots until I reach the bigger door in the trunk. Then a few moments as I slowly open up my eyes back to your world. ~In the Ogham the Rowan tree is Luis, and the Willow is Saille. Merlin or Myrddin in Welsh is, of course, the Hawk.~ May the Awen flow through you~ /|\
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A one an a Two an a three an a Four,,,
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Grab your partner by Her **** *
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And run your Finger up Her Slit *
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And if She Moans well then you'll know *
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You haven't got that far left to Go *
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So Grab your partner by Her Butt *
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And pull Her Close until you Touch *
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Nipple to Nipple and then you'll be *
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Doing the Cat Scratch moves with Glee *
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,,,“The Cinderella Waltz” ~
SORRY
(ETCETERA ETCETERA)
In my world a word of genuine emotion,
today in this battlefield for far right,
far left and all those in between,
a word reconstructed,
for those wrong doers caught,
and only when they are,
a buzz word for a last chance grovel,
for a population conditioned to except the insincerity
and false tears that evaporate as quickly,
as one’s memory of their misdemeanour.
© Harry J Horsman 2022
Happy New Year, Dear Friends!
September30, 2019
Ah, apples with honey.
Clipped or spiraled or Round Challah,
so yummy!
And prayers for a sweet year.
Oh, such a treat.
For both eternal souls and for
human tummies.
But better your prayers to Hashem
be filled with gratitude,
You know these fruits are His plenitude.
This poet honors all Jews and
Israel your great nation!
Which your enemies are always
planning for your devastation!
It just pains me to see anti-Semitism
on the rise now.
Even in our Congress!
As the very far left,to The Squad,
disgustingly has now cow-towed.
I would volunteer in Israel if
only I could.
Israel will stand strong despite
the multiple snakes,
That have tried to destroy your
country and you.
These vile. perverted, evil snakes!
So keep your traditions and do
have a sweet year!
May you all be written in the
book of Life!
Have no fear!
La Shanah Tova!
Love and joy be yours!
Panagiota Romios
© Ben Burton 12/18/2015
Some politicians claim that Muslims are the most abused
It isn't even close... in victim-hood it is the Jews
Obama speaks of Israel like they're the enemy
That fact can open doors to endless possibilities
Remember when he first came in and traveled overseas
Apologizing for our sins, bowed to the Saudi king
He claims that terrorists are hatched from no religious ilk
If that is so, what are those cries they make before they kill?
Most Muslims hear those whispered words the moment of their birth
They're in the dirge obama calls "the sweetest sound on earth"
If terrorists were screaming their support for Jesus Christ
Obama would be first in line to flagrantly deride
All fundamental Christendom as having played a role
He'd harp on "Christian terrorists," without the "radical"
On certain issues Barry jumps right in to take a side
But when it comes to terrorists he's always quick to chide
Talk radio, the Fox Network, and all who disagree
With the complete disaster of his foreign policy
The jayvee team called 'ISIL' grew when he ignored the fact
A breeding ground would open with our exit from Iraq
Yet even as they make their way onto these very shores
His only urgent issue is that earth is getting warm
Beware, for this man is not done, he has another year
A Congress full of traitors will help him to persevere
Obama versus terrorism never was a fight
How can a guy who's so far left expect to get things right?
Is he Christian, Muslim, faithless, none can say but he
He's still a secret despite vows of full transparency
All we can do is watch and wait and pray that we survive
Until we get our chance to put aside these stressful times
But even then, if reason does not trump the liberal view
We'll suffer more disasters at the hands of you know who
Each of us is given a mission by God that's deemed essential
one is protecting the rights of the most vulnerable in society
when society socially tramples on these virtues removing values
we have the authority from the bowels of the Word to act
Marching and praying for the abomination against Justice to end and stop
where law and order is breaking down corrupted by vice
standing up for something we do not fall for the deceit
life is short its easier to stand for something good rather than bad
We are all given gifts mere mortals if we use them wisely we will get more
peace and harmony needs to be restored rather than conflict
the quality of one's soul can be seen in the vice they support
a moment of mindfulness can focus on something greater called the truth
Figure this one out when brought to the light of transparency
demonising demonstrators gets the desired effect pushing ugly narrative
They want to shut down all opposition that will overthrow this system of ruling
because they have gone so far left they can't return to what is normal
At what stage do we say enough of this nonsense
we are heading on the wrong path
to be honest I do not recognise this world anymore
it's gone so ugly and loveless turning against Holiness
This is what happens those hypnotised by this mass global deceit
Many will wish they lived their life free from these hardships
because the slaves are those that submit to worldly powers
and most of them are afraid to own up taking the wrong side
So the argument is between nothing trying to make something stick
Common sit down you're not cool, quit being a fool.
The Democrat party doesn't give a care bout Black Lives Matter, like you, they support Klanned Parenthood where black unborn children are being ripped apart and having their lives Shattered
These children for gun control are overrated, just like in the 1930s German youth they're being indoctrinated.
People who lost loved ones in Parkland who support Trump didn't get to speak, the far-left only knows how to suppress free speech that is so weak.
On Emma Gonzalez's jacket, she wears a Cuban flag of a communist country where the people are treated so badly, She can't even wear the American flag of the land of free and the home of the brave this is very sad.
Are Boss Hog ruts §?g trying to give a clue like the Riddler, He gave a salute like he's little Hitler
Yes Common God is Great, but he doesn't support your Hate.
This was poem made bout March For Our Lives. Common talking bout Trump's hate,
The resist solute by Hogg, the jacket of Emma