Best Far Right Poems
Why do I have a distinct feeling that
Some of us are addicted to Poetry Soup?
I look so forward to my Soup Mail chats
And those occasional poems about poop!
First thing in the morning I check to see
If there is a Blog I simply must read,
If I have won a contest with my poetry, [or]
If Cunningham has shared his latest deed.
Next, I look to see if I won the P.O.T.D.
After all, it certainly does no harm to check
Most days, the answer is a resounding “Nay!”
But I’ll continue to submit poems anyway.
Then, I give attention to the New Poems list
Always eager to see what my friends submit
At times, I’ll tell you, I simply shake my fist,
Or shake my head at lousy poems, I admit.
I respond timely to every comment I receive
And check to see if I have had any replies
You see, I haven’t much else to do, I believe,
But enjoy the laughter, the tears, the sighs.
Last of all, I read over latest contest offers
And decide which ones I may choose to enter
Especially those from the interesting authors
Sometimes those that are far right of center!
When I have thoroughly enjoyed the Soup
I go to my writing program and start to pen
Some poems work, others are nincompoop
I have a good night’s sleep, start over again.
Written August 6, 2022
Categories:
far right, fun, poetry, writing,
Form:
Quatrain
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
Categories:
far right, culture, political,
Form:
Free verse
Farewell George
No warm wishes here
Gone is your reign of feeding on fear
No more incompetent good 'ol boy antics
So long to your off-base far-right fanatics
Actually... unfortunately...they're still here
But gone is your non-sensical ethics to cheer
Time now to mend global relation
You made breaking those ties a vocation
Stomping through conquering with elation
Overpowering nation, all while on vacation
Farewell George
Enjoy the robbed riches
Like I said, with no well wishes
Choke on the oil soaked cash you made
Retire on what defense contracts paid
We'll pay for the pile of weapons "needed"
To see a race of peaceful people depleted
Using the villiany of one man we enabled
trained, and armed him...then turned the tables
Using weapon of mass destruction deceit
knowing they're there because we have the receipt
Farewell George
No, don't even say Jeb
Two times are enough in the Bush family web
It actually goes further than you and your Dad
Should I mention the ties Gramps and the binLadens had?
Should I say he did well with investing Nazi money?
Your family is so evil...its no where near funny
Farewell George...If you were curious...I'm not your biggest fan.
Categories:
far right, politicalfamily, family,
Form:
Free verse
Empty footprints in the snow, leave me wishing you are here
The miles feel so far right now, as you are not near
Cold air nips my face, as gray skies lay so far away
But there above me, blue skies find an open place to stay
Scattered with wisps of clouds, the snow no longer falls
Just what’s left beneath my feet and all these thoughts that flow
The wishes you could know, all that I hold on tight inside
Especially for you, as my heart continues to hide
Maybe you will see these clouds, float by where you are
And then you’ll see my wishes, with the next shooting star
Heidi Sands
12/4/19
Categories:
far right, feelings, heart, sky, snow,
Form:
Rhyme
The Monstarrette mysterious mountainous MAVERICK MANSION.
STILL MAINTAINS its master piece LEGACY. WITH its 12 bedrooms,
8 bathrooms. A BEAUTY NO DOUBT. INCLUDES its newly added
Attic and a litany of hidden locations in the interior of the mansion.
The Exterior quality of the mansion REVEALED a newly painted
Exterior with TAN and beige and white trimmings inground swimming
Pool toward the front of the house. FOR the restless we have a pro.
BASKETBALL COURT. And of course not to mention our
3000 sq. Ft. X. 2500 square. Ft. Surroundings. Besides this is a lavish land scape of about 20 miles of land.
The Lush INDIGO GARDEN INDIGO ROSE collection to the far right of you.
And also the BLUEST ROSES IN THE GARDEN.
This LUSCIOUS, Lavishly , Luxurious landscape is now owned by the
twins OSCAR AND OLIVER MAVERICK. The MAVERICK MANSION near
Royalty. On that note you are all invited to the POSH picnic set for
Tomorrow. A gleeful sigh escaped the small CROWD. WE will have
A buffet with different types of salads from around the planet .
There will be a short order cook to furnish food to your specifications.
We will have rack of lamb, and beef ribs. The cooks will
Provide anything according to your taste. Seafood of almost any type.
Bull foot stew, too. You can be you at this GLORIOUS BBQ. FOOD
FOOD, FOOD. etc. etc.
Come celebrate with us at this extravaganza, The BIG BBQ
Come one COME ON. SAVE THE DATE JULY 7, 2026 2pm
BE there and remember to pack your ravenous APETITE, AND
Your most outrageous behavior.
INVITE TO POSH, LAVISH LIVING, AND UNBELIEVABLE
INCREDIBLE LUXURY. GAMES COMPETITIONS. PRIZES FOR
ALL girls and boys bring the JOY!!! etc. etc.
Categories:
far right, baseball, basketball, beautiful, beauty,
Form:
Alliteration
Wilted Flowers
What’s happened to Justice
and speaking truth to power
When people protested
With a peace sign and flower
Yes times are changing
Evil has invaded thoughts
The shifting of power
In madness you’re caught
Now you attack each other
It seems so black and white
The poor bow to the rich
Things have shifted far right
Neighbors fighting neighbors
You believe it’s fake news
Instead of trusting your eyes
A rampant liar you choose
What’s happened to Justice
And speaking truth to power
When people protested
with a peace sign and flower
Now people are abducted
Put on planes and sent away
placed in foreign prisons
is that the American way
Allies are unfriended
Compassion not a trace
World order upside down
I don’t recognize this place
Freedoms sacrificed
All to own the Libs
A toddler holds the crown
While you’re stabbed in the ribs
Do you feel the sadness
A shift in the sands
No more coequal government
power held in his hands
What’s happened to Justice
and speaking truth to power
When people protested
with a peace sign and flower
Don’t sleep while it burns
Your country can be great
Stand up to tyranny
before it’s too late.
Categories:
far right, anxiety, betrayal, courage, discrimination,
Form:
Quatrain
A fresh college graduate looking for a job
To undergo trials one of which is the typing test
Handed over a text passage to pound on the keypad
Typing 40 to 50 words per minute, I needed to press
Facing a manual typewriter, rested fingers to home keys
Try to feel the small bumps on the F and J keys
Now confident, curled fingers to position strategically
Hoping to type the text reflexively
Altering the upper and lower case, pinky fingers strike shift keys
Reaching the number keys on upper level makes it fiddly
Pressing the keys very hard to swing the type-bar up
The carriage travels to the far right sluggishly
Leaving an imprint of the characters
I was whisked away by my disappointment
Never repeat same fate in front of a manual typewriter
The rhythm goes with each keystroke adapting to its component
The next day I saw a Remington typewriter
So old that typebars entangled so often
Curious to type words, always an attempter
At its clickety-clack sound, a relic of a bygone age
15 May 2013
Categories:
far right, poems, technology, time,
Form:
Rhyme
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
Categories:
far right, sorry,
Form:
Free verse
RECIPE: “Poulet Roti” French Style - Ballade Le Chant Royal 6
(NOTE: This French “ballade” is being composed on permutations of the number ONE repeated twice, I.e., 11. Eleven syllables to the line in iamb or anapeste, interposed with dactyls, I guess, and of course with the ENVOI added. Eleven lines to the STANZA in eleven in res media “instalments”involving the minutely PERSONAL in interaction with the larger hoi polloi in relation to the STATE and its tentacular authoritarian apparatuses designed to keep the independent INDIVIDUAL always nailed in limbo.) T Wignesan
STANZA VI
“So why don’tya get out of this Third World hell !”
Near-East stronghold now in Maghreb stranglehold
Where Asians and Africans mingle pell-mell
Where the French affix sign-boards on their soil: “SOLD!”
The moonlight flit now turned to Indian rope trick
Where East Europeans come thick and homesick
To join the ranks of those from South-Euro lands
Who make much of the Far Right extremist brigands
Les français de souche* still commute to keep jobs
Like they once nostalgic did in foreign lands
The migrant refugee does odd jobs and robs
ENVOI
French lasses push prams with babes sunburnt inlands
No Tariq Ali* need turn back for want of bans
May the World colourless be sans hapless gods
Or will it taken over be by hooligans
The migrant refugee does odd jobs and robs
*Les français de souche: the French of stolid French ancestry.
*Tariq Ali, the Berber Moor alighted on the rock of Gibraltar, in 709 C. E. , with 30,000 horsemen, and by 711 had over-run the Iberian Peninsula, but Abdul Rahman al-Gafiqi, the Governor General of al-Andalus, who tried to extend the conquests further into Europe was halted in his tracks by the Frank Charles Martel at the Battle of Poitiers/Tours in 732.
(c) T. Wignesan - Paris, 2017
Categories:
far right, bullying, discrimination, father son,
Form:
Ballade
This about tops it all to be polite and honest
a very narrow valley exists between two mountains
Bigots have too much to say between words of hate
racist from a far right wing corrupting the purity of perfection
their goal has finally began working for chaos
overturning basic human rights blacklisting certain virtues
Then unnaturally devaluing human life to suit an evil agenda
freedom of speech, still has a voice and opinion not yet shut down
The good doctors are getting persecuted wrongfully
for speaking the truth in their mind's eye
holding onto moral values identifying with caring
The justice system supports this injustice
it's an insult to knowledge and intelligence
to make an object of certain soul's purity
then condemn good for being bad
it's where love's concerned suffers fate
describing them as physically unclean
Categories:
far right, abuse, betrayal, conflict, heart,
Form:
Free verse
Each morning my pen of imagination keeps me lambasting ideas far right corner of my ink stained that denied me the opportunity to obtain intricate in my heart.
The color does change that represents the rapture of situation to the suitability of humanity to humanism hunting fractured morning
The shape of the egg does alter the truth to prevails the kilometers of shining star like art confound to contemporary world where help glorify the glowing candle
The face of misery mesmerize me with the meter of mixed ideas that never compact with the writer wants
It worthwhile to drink poetry in each morning despite the amount of income earn earnestly pay no bills to bull sound rather pride of authoring lines of my own.
Categories:
far right, addiction, imagery, memory,
Form:
ABC
So God-fearing and righteous, so full of nice
Her heart literally aches for a comment or two
Placement on a list would be mighty nice, too,
Into a dull life they would bring her some spice.
Patriotic to a fault, not a kind word for Biden
She’s a far right-wing lover of the “savoir faire?”
But doesn’t seem to know the meaning of fair
I am fearing she may be mentally slip-slidin’.
She claims her friends were mostly fair-weather
But they suffered her long as they possibly could,
As long as any reasonable, sane person would
Until they learned they were not of her feather.
Here is the point, if you think you know a poet
Who meets this honest, forthright description
I can write for you an appropriate prescription,
Keep your distance from her and do not blow it.
A word or two of comfort in a comment to her
Will be misunderstood; she will turn on you fast
Forever after she’ll take you before the mast
She’ll always hate; in her butt, you’ll be a burr!
Written May 28, 2022
Categories:
far right, anti bullying, betrayal, conflict,
Form:
Quatrain
Beyond speech
Before the words
Even leave your lips
Thinking about thinking
Looking at your thoughts
I see the building blocks
Of your breaking down
It's noisy sound image
An abstract tree growing concepts
In a forest needing life
* Simeon wages its demise
Beyond the tip of your tongue
After supper, when the words
Have left your mouth
All your childhood questions
Still unanswered
It's branches are torn apart
Your tree positioned
Without arches pays a fee
To this living organism
For it's inorganic accretions
*Simeon wages it's demise
Beyond the after thought
Your prose has brought about
There's no going back
Past the Temple's entrance
No chugalugging in reverse
Like dead dogs guarding
White noise on a mountain
Jubilations and alleluias are
Revelations so gloriously bright
They hurt the eyes
*Simeon wages its demise
Beyond the pandemonium
Of your chitchat usage
On the far right of a good way off
Your thirty tongues
Those serpentine monsters
Are tangled in green homilies
No more conversations needed
Not listening but watching
Your gold watch a-tick tock ticking
It's running against time all-embracing
*Simeon wages its demise
Unsanctioned quiet
Never looks back
Too much said
Is always too late.
There are many words for frost
This is the house your words built
You might have lost your tongue altogether
Like blind passion without a mission
Not even your homing pigeon can
Any longer hear you out.
*Simeon wages its demise
Categories:
far right, 12th grade,
Form:
Free verse
The Warrior, the Artist, the Healer and the Cop
The blood of my ancestors
Flows strongly through four
One is my child
But there are three more.
One is the warrior
Who leans far right.
One is the artist
With visionary sight.
One is the healer
Disease to stop.
And one is my daughter,
The cop.
Each one of these is better
Than we who raised them, deserve.
They’ve survived the fires
Fanned by our lost nerve.
They’ve taken our mistakes
Transcended them all.
And then, more, or less,
Forgave us.
Somewhere in the line
Of those from before
Were brilliant, strong humans
Who opened the door
To these fine children
Who grew up un-sutured
To make the adults
Who will save our sad future.
Mediocrity may rage
And an ocean of angst
But these fine young adults
Will rise from the ranks
Hold high their individual
Strength and resolve
And each, in their own way
Their life problems solve.
We did everything wrong
But somehow they are right.
With compassion and love
Justice and second sight.
I fear my tomorrow
But when things get rough
I thank those before me
Who gave them the right stuff.
Mari Sloan
Copyright November 2010
Categories:
far right, family
Form:
Enclosed Rhyme
make no mistakes your race is already done
lazy Susan behind the blind eyes no fun
will you get what is there for you , this endeavor
or has the theatrical scream laid you to waste
you lie when your always in the far right
uptown girl you think your outta sight
when your darkness shows up in the black void
how do you tell the sun to shine
what has the dream been this evening
are you dancing the fandango with Astaire
or holding up the wall of your own despair
fling the dance about your halls they are crashing down
move move your dream is on the track rolling down
dream dream the train is at your station on a one way track
Categories:
far right, dream,
Form:
Free verse