Best Geopolitical Poems
It's not a secret
sonic weapon
deployed
by a hostile
geopolitical power,
it's not a mass
psychogenic
illness.
Its something much
more mundane,
says the electrical
and computer
engineering professor:
"It's only crickets;
the mating call
of the short-tailed
West Indies cricket,
to be specific,
(of course it is),
with a chirp
that’s extremely
annoying
to the point
it can cause harm
to humans."
So, if the cricket
sounds cause
headaches,
ringing ears,
fatigue,
and brain damage,
just calm down
and don't be
hysterical
about it.
Categories:
geopolitical, anxiety,
Form:
Free verse
Public Convenience
A war ‘nowhere near me’ is a concept that does not exist
an oxymoron so to speak and weep and cry or believe
propaganda for the convenience of denying responsibility
Wars allegedly ‘afar’ is a notion too far removed from the
distortion that you and I do not benefit from the slaughter
as the wealth of some is built on the shoulders of many
who suffer for global greed oil exploitation geopolitical
domination for booming stock markets and neoliberal evil
Call me touchy feely or a pacifist to discredit my knowledge
but my paradigm is one of hard core sober fact that in my
name and without my direct consent rape pillage and plunder
deface the human condition and legalize collateral damage
What a euphemism to ask me to close my eyes in view of
pulverised people atomised ashes and call them not near
Rapacious avarice or conscientious objection to misleading
terms and diminutive are a choice very close to my heart
20th May 2017
Categories:
geopolitical, bullying,
Form:
Free verse
A gang of outsiders
say they gonna reform the government,
with a bad boy at the helm
Juvenile adolescents,
at Constitutional reform school,
are gonna be running everything
Say what!
You heard it right ...
No he didn’t!
Yeah, bad boy started that tweet fight
Wrong characters on the keypad
reformatting the geopolitical template
Tear down global trade love,
build up more isolationist hate
Lord of the Flies now running everything,
oh what a pitiful sight
Draining the political swamp
takes a lot of integrity and oversight
Too bad this reform school
don’t hold ethic classes at night
Martin Luther wannabes
ain’t offering no Reformation guarantees
Donar class protest rallies
organized by corporate gangster hierarchy
Palace espionage intrigue —
Infiltrator spies, so sneaky
Say what!
You heard it right ...
No he didn’t!
Yeah, bad boy started another tweet fight
Inmates are now running the asylum,
reform looks like crazy change
The bad boy Joker with the maniacal smile
is tearing down the norms of society all the while
A gang of outsiders doing an inside job,
the treasury is being looted and robbed ...
so please don’t turn the satellite dial
Cover story is fake news scorn
Broadcast reform: say it proud, say it loud
Crazy is the new norm,
and profane is the acid rain
pouring from the reform cloud
It was rain, rain, raining
on the outsiders’ Inaugural parade
And it’s been raining ever since
Tracking reform muddy puddles
into the White House Oval room
Bad boy and his inept buddies
got a reform platform that spells doom
Say what!
You heard it right ...
No he didn’t!
Yeah, bad boy was tweet fighting again at night
Said he is a chaos agent,
but he ain’t yet got smart
Said sewer reform is nasty business:
you need bankrupt morals and an empty heart
Gutter reform is looking reaper grim,
hanging over the nation like a deadly pall
Deconstruct democracy on a whim,
take another liberty brick out of the wall
Piece by piece, bit by bit ...
until that Constitutional school crumble and fall
Categories:
geopolitical, parody, political, society, truth,
Form:
Dramatic Verse
He said, dismantling of USSR was the greatest geopolitical catastrophe of century,
I said it was been the greatest breakthrough of our age and hope for the best future.
We have been so quite disagree but he was a very influential national lieder,
the creator of world empire from nursing billionaires-oligarches
and European ex-presidents retrogrades and trytors
on his service,
I have been just a poet with the best and honest vision
and strong belief and respect for West democracy and advanced society
and Magna Carta.
Categories:
geopolitical, preschool,
Form:
Verse
O, yes, he is exclusively competent
as the national leader
that tightly compatible and coherent
with his time and national traditions.
He had done all for the rise our stupid ambition
and blind glory, post-soviet and post-tsarists illusions
as the perfect relict from past and wild centuries
when cruelty and mercilessness had been justified
for the price of surviving the nation.
Yes, he was merely anachronism and pure extra-rodent,
but also the perfect master of alienating
and usurping all our national richness and rights -
he just took all this things from us
transforming himself for the strong geopolitical figure
and enslaved our fragile society
quenching processes of democratizations deliberately
for the personal influence and welfare.
He was not just the most atavistical president,
previously completely unknown
as one faceless agent from intelligent services
he was exclusively competent
as the politic-relict from past centuries
as genius of that retrograde power and glare.
Categories:
geopolitical, political,
Form:
Verse
Victims In Victory Seen Through Their Eyes
The two were brothers unlikely ones so they had been told by their
Heteronormative leaders marching in confidence to monochromatic
Repetitive bugles of one-sidedness’ strides one-sightedness’ quest
Occidental Oriental obedience to some Major some God or other led
Usurpers to an unusual display of sameness at the end when they left
Geopolitical pawns both Barrett (The Quarrelsome)and Youssuf
Heeding Allah (Piety Power and Influence) stood firm until the end
The scene of their parties was Mesopotamia just north of Bagdhad
His Majesty The King and the Ottoman Sultan had come to agree to
Enter the resting of weapons ceasefire and armistice had been set
In his mind Youssuf prayed to Allah and Barrett reached for a brandy and smoke
Reprieve and behold they would return in one piece from the trenches
Ending the battle they finally exchanged compliments and Barrett and
Youssuf each had a bayonet stuck through one of their eyes minutes before
Evening rested that one day of too many long days 1918 in October
Sharqat and the battle thereof was over and the men were the lucky ones
08th October 2016 and the battle has resumed Through Many Different Eyes
Categories:
geopolitical, eulogy, sad, war,
Form:
Acrostic
This story began
as a truly mystic,
as an intercontinental
super cups championship by football,
but there are all plays gaming
in the arena of our hearts
and where final prize
more precious and desirable
than even titles
of Zidan.Maradona and Sezario.
At the acme of drive profound
in the deep core of planet
suddenly move and clash platforms
borning stresses seismically,
producing on upper surface
tsunamis,earthquakes and landslides
changing geographical and geopolitical
landscapes
felling evil empires, stagnant regimes
and emerging new states and nations
That is my love, my dear,
It’s just looking
weak and fragile
As flying in heaven papers kite.
My sense are not my senses
and my transcendence.
I have set back the global
long deep forming tendencies
and suppressed vital zest
of gravitation attractions and grows
that exploded eventually as a love
between West and East,
South and North,
Between Atheists, Muslims and Christians.
That’s way I know,believe me,
The hot time come
For love true and pristine.
Categories:
geopolitical,
Form:
Ballad
Awhile back,
in the Dred Scott decision,
SCOTUS denied rights of citizenship
to people of color
"as a subordinate
and inferior class of beings,
who had been subjugated
by the dominant race..."
So, we need not dig too deeply
to rediscover where straight white male supremacists
and systemic racist allies
might find our strongest
most toxic heritage
language
beliefs
lack of inclusive discernment,
absence of multicultural intelligence
united citizens experience,
values of all people
for all creatures here below.
Anyway,
with this precedent in place,
we might similarly nuance the Citizens United language,
giving corporations the rights of citizenship
without the responsibilities of healthy stewardship,
authority to buy media speech
and heavily invest in purchasing political competitions;
This right more transparently unveiled
as the authority of a superordinate
and superior class
of capital-acquiring beings,
masters of organic Earth's climate degeneration
who have subjugated the unstraight
unwhite
unmale
suffering from non-elite lack of multiculturally appreciated face,
too slow race,
These assumptions
of who is SWM better than whom,
rooted in outworn
and unhistorical
and supremacist
win/lose environmental theories,
blossom as further toxic prejudice
against Earth's primordial health rights
and humane responsibilities
to repair damages,
restore peace of natural/spiritual
left/right
west/east
north/south cultural hemispheres
advocating resonant geopolitical balance.
How would such corporate persons be baptized?
And confirmed
to be raised in ways and means of a loving Creator God
rather than a competitive and jealously greedy Mammon?
Categories:
geopolitical, health, integrity, leadership, peace,
Form:
Political Verse
Conservative View of taxation:
A prehensile grab
from an authoritarian patriarchal government
to steal from my short-term stockpile
of self-aggrandizing cash.
Progressive View of taxation:
A GoldenRule government-issued invitation
to cooperatively invest in our shared short-term
and long-term health and safety future.
Moses challenged Conserving-Progressive FreedomPeople
to never forget
we have escaped the bonds of patriarchal plutocratic Egyptian grabbing
from our bourgeois and formerly enslaved Chosen Egos.
We are now both Governor and Governed,
cooperatively incorporated,
economically progressing our ego-conservationing
of health and safety ecopolitical outcomes.
Conservative View of health and safety:
Good for all,
but, when push comes to economic shove,
best for me to hoard
against an Egyptian militaristic day.
Progressive View of health and safety:
Of course we are always WinWin-only cooperative geopolitical players
of and for Earth's regenerativity.
So, we are happy to pay our taxes,
but we would be even happier if these would co-invest
in Earth's climate health and safety,
EarthTribe's regenerative health and safety,
as Ego's bicameral co-empathic trust
in our GoldenRule cooperative
Exodus into our Beloved Promise Land
of eco-integrity.
Categories:
geopolitical, culture, health, humor, jewish,
Form:
Political Verse
We celebrate Guy Fawkes although he did not quite make the grade
I know and understand rebellion threatens thus he met his fate
Could have been worse he could have blown of his incendiary hand
Less body parts to torture in the name of country and King of the land
Guido as they called him fighting for the Spanish before his foiled plot
Was fully aware that he could be exterminated for an unsavoury complot
Can violence in the name of debatable justice be ever condoned
The masters of power today might agree when Syria is droned
Crusades in the name of some cause or other belie religion and creed
When money meets oil geopolitical persuasion derived from greed
Black powder in Guy’s case blew up in his fierce revolutionary face
Unlike Nelson an eye for a blind spot got him nothing but disgrace
Dark power gloved fists velvet resolutions and orange insurrections
Should of course release white peace doves from resolute minds’ disaffection
Nena’s 99 red balloons and Banksy’s street art reveal a powerful message
No doubt they beat anthrax in envelops and letter bombs sent by expressage
Yet Mandela in his armed struggle days was deemed a vile terrorist
Fought for the cause in despair but was labelled a mean criminal errorist
Suppose that leaves us with religion and Jesus crossed bleeding nailed
Whereas Guy stored explosives in Westminster’s undercroft with little avail
A white robed Ghandi marched for salt freedom justice peaceful opposition
Before him the Buddha sat quietly under a Bodhi tree for untroubled transition
Fawkes received victor’s punishment but is said to have fallen from the scaffold
Before being hanged broke his neck probably mocked the crowd that was baffled
Avoided the agony of the punitive rope before drawn and divided into four parts
Outsmarted the executioner retribution erratically broken in fits and starts
Few of us know the real story only shoot fireworks remember November the 5th
Blow money miss the pith dispense judgement in blessed ignorance forthwith
A lesson to be learnt from the historical legend some possible moral from treason
Is that words are superior to gun powder and it’s better to die for a right reason
Categories:
geopolitical, conflict,
Form:
Rhyme
“you know, it takes a fictional character
to know one,”
“jesus” said to “muhammad,”
whilst sitting at the picnic table,
passing the sweet sun tea,
simultaneously &
non-verbally, “telepathically”
motioning to mr. claus
that though the mashed lacked
the thorough whipping that he
himself desired,
they sure were buttery &
with that,
a tip of the “crown of thorns was
made,”
so as to give approval, without
interrupting the engrossing conversation
which had developed between
a couple of the smurfs down at the
end &
vishnu---
seems that violence had become
all the rage, rumbling the surface of
the earth & though the teletubbies who had
attended, did not possess the wide spoken
vocabulary which bugs bunny
did, between munching on the carrot,
they all nodded in agreement when he
threw up his non-carrot-holding hand,
spewing forth his catch phrase,
with regards to the current geopolitical
state of things.
“so…eh, what’s up doc?” he said.
all the characters at he table agreed
that to run rampant upon the world
with an angry eye, a gun in hand &
a belt full of bombs, for the sake of
any of the tales found in books, the scripts
of their cartoons or the animated beauty
with which any of them danced,
was simply insane &
they figured then that the most recent
explosive nature of people all over the
world who were striking vengeance on
the US embassies, might…they just
might (possible coinkydink) have less
to do with “muhammad” (who was now
stuffing his face with KFC, which
garfield had brough & stashed under the
table for later---but the man got it
quick) & a tad more with the fact that
people are getting sick of the world’s
policeman beating them over the heads
with its club.
Categories:
geopolitical, life,
Form:
Free verse
To parents and other regenerative social workers,
including those in significant co-responsible relationships
plagued by poverty and/or neglect.
We could invest less time and resources trying to discover
if harm came to a household
and/or to oneself,
and/or those for whom we feel responsible,
because of an economy of poverty
or an ecology of neglect.
The answer is yes.
Poverty is the economic form
of our dysfunctional, way too LeftBrain Dominant, neglect,
relational neglect of any egocentric and monocultural type,
whether between uneven elite/non-elite couples,
or uneven geopolitical powers over disempowered nations and tribes and women,
international neglect of climate health,
inter-racial neglect of responsibility and opportunity to empathically multi-culturate,
and transcultural neglects of all impoverishing LeftBrain TooDominant relationships.
A better way of curing residential and extended family neglect
is to stop competing to disinvest away from poverty's richer potential
as if this were Business As PoliticalEconomic Cooperatively Usual
as ecological, nutritional, health and safety responsibility
for absence of cooperative investment
where we all most need to regeneratively co-invest.
Neglected people are impoverished.
Poor people are neglected
by other monoculturing social nonplayers,
and fed by other polypathic WinWin social players.
Categories:
geopolitical, culture, earth, language, poverty,
Form:
Political Verse
As always when in the initial throes
of writing what I strive to concoct viz
pièce de ré·sis·tance,
which grandiose whim fizz
hills with utter futility, nonetheless this
nondescript husband under
scores comment, while pulling his
grizzled hair of chinny chin chin,
and emphasizing that mine
literary effort ain't no whiz,
whether expressing an insatiable hunger
for factual national world events,
weird news i.e. geico liz
heard eats dog,
(who swallowed homework) quiz
sic hull varying from opinion/editorial,
geopolitical related or showbiz,
but breathe deep, while setting loose
quiet riot of ideas,
which profuse accursed
process usually incorporates an overwhelming
growing exponentially cerebral burst
whereat impossible task
looms large, asper how to
zero on most agreeable needling
threadbare notion to come first
amidst the plethora of rampant analogous
to horde of infants
clamoring tubby nursed
bajillion ideas touting joyfulness
(re: l'chaim), or...mine
envisioned sorrowfully immersed
demise as select small group
of family and friends accompany
glassy transparent hearst
(which...shh... keep on the Q.T.
as figuratively utter by pursed
lips), of course no corps
(habeas corpus cited for no reason),
but liver worst
poisoning wrought unexpected demise,
AND cremation (in a free nation)
means body double
coffin before your eyes
doppelganger paid in blood
money and french fries
(duet to a solo salt craving) no lies,
hence an none nee moose penniless chap dies
in short shrift within schema of mortal guise
ashes scattered all points on the compass
one bitcoin player in the blockchain of life wise
lee subsumed within world
wide web, this fate hain't no surprize!
Categories:
geopolitical, age, analogy, death, fate,
Form:
Bio
Two men a fierce heated battle
will wage
Tonight from a nationally
televised stage
Both will be filled with the best
of intent
And the need to score points in
this glorious event
Political rhetoric will be out
front and center
As they bob and weave and
jab, parry and banter
Points will be tallied off
audience applause
For self-serving interpretations
of this great country's laws.
Although both will claim that
they have the answer
To our nation's current
geopolitical cancer
Neither will overly stir up the
pot
Or stray too far from their own
voting block
Gay rights, global warming,
and the NRA
Will be used to leverage
political sway
Inflation, taxation, accusation,
contrition
Will be bloodied and battered
beyond recognition.
But promises made don't mean
promises kept
And when broken, does it
matter if you're right or you're
left
Let's remember the pledge that
still governs us all
"Indivisible, with liberty and
justice for all."
Categories:
geopolitical, political
Form:
Couplet
four sweet smiling babies on the front page of the paper
four sweet little lives that are no more
My throat is tight My hands are clenched My heart is broken
My eyes flood as my knees hit the floor
How in the hell could there even be an explanation
Could the white dope really bring a man so low
the pretty lady on the TV says it's a complicated situation
and a bunch of other crap that I don't want to know
Held in the arms they loved and trusted
Thrown some eighty feet into the bay
I'm bitter disillusioned and disgusted
and I'm not the only one who feels that way
My God it's so damn hard to keep believing
Is this the way you really meant for it to be
It's getting dark - a half an hour past grieving
Lets have a heart to heart just you and me
I've found this big black book of contradictions
Though I like what the red letters have to say
I hope I have the strength of my convictions
but what the hell is free will anyway
It's easy now to believe in the devil
It's good to have some where to put the blame
but I can't keep from thinking we're the trouble
If we don't own up, How can we ever change
I want to know if you're tight with the preacher
Who tells us about peace and love and hell
Have you got some connection with the teacher
who teaches us just how to hate and kill
This here geopolitical situation
is a little more than greedy cold and hard
What's all this talk about hell and damnation
There's plenty of that right here in my back yard
where four sweet smiling babies are on the front page of the paper
three so far have washed up on the shore
I guess there must be hell fire and damnation
Cause there just has to be a heaven for those four
Author's Comments :
This is for those babies, and God.
Categories:
geopolitical, life, loss, lost love,
Form:
Ballad