Best Governors Poems


Premium Member Open Your Eyes Open Your Mind Say I'M Not Going To Take It Anymore

Do you see What I see?
Dr Fauci says to wear a mask and social distance, it will prevent the spread of the virus. Has it, NO! It is spreading like wild fire. Fauci either is wrong or he's lying or both. I think both!
How do you have martial law, keep people in their homes, destroy businesses, destroy the economy, shut down  state borders, set curfews, destroy childrens education, scare people by bombarding them with the spread of a common cold, by making it look more serious than it really is, confuse  and distract people Do you really think this is all coincidence? Or is it an orchestrated plan to rob us of our Rights and Freedoms and ultimately destroy the freedom of assembly( Six foot Distancing)(Free Speech, they are censoring any truth that goes against their agenda on YouTube, Facebook, Twitter under the guise of hate speech) to hide the real truth of whats going on. So many Traitors to the American people involved. Mostly all your Governors, Politicians, Actors, Athletes, Musicians, Talk show host, Drs so forth and so on. Their agenda is to create so much Chaos that you will do almost anything to have normality back again. That's when they will say we can get back to normal but you have to be vaccinated. So many will take that lethal vaccine. The vaccine as much as it pains me to say this is a depopulation tool that is design to gradually cause our demise through the aid of the 5g towers that are going up around you. They will create virus symptoms and the Powers that be will say the Virus is causing these symptoms of sickness and death, when in reality it is the vaccine and the 5g. Their goal is to depopulate to 500 million. They will continue to say more and more are getting infected and dying to scare you into their trap. Problem(they created, the Virus) Reaction(Spreading, sickness, fear) Solution (The Vaccine) which is their ultimate goal. To add to the madness they will cause severe food shortages, and they will take away your cash. They will clamp down more and gradually take all your rights away. Germany is protesting by the tens of thousands but the Globalist control the media and you don't see it. China is going cashless. All because of the greatest lie told to the American people .   Go to YouTube type in A call for an uprising  Tell others Also Brighteon.com
Form: Narrative

Little People

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Tiny pixies floating over jaded lily pads,
the sunshine brings days of yore to be,
lil’ gnomes dressed in colorful burlap clads,
living in polka-dotted mushrooms raggedy.

A day of celebration brings a party to life,
flowers in little folk’s hair for decoration,
on tiny rainbow colored fairies they fly,
for it’s time for a festival of jubilation.

Inside the mushrooms there lies no beds,
they sleep upside down on a blue branch,
Papa gnomes wear white hats on their heads,
it distinguishes the governors at the ranch.

That’s where they meet to grow mushrooms,
building homes for the gnomes who have none,
inside each room is where one daisy blooms,
it brings good fortune and flourishes great fun.

The day is done and they gather at the hills,
that is where they greet and tell silly jokes,
Mamma gnome makes feasts for tummies to fill,
welcome to the world of the happy little folk’s!

Words used: flowers, fairies, pixies, gnomes, party and sunshine


Date Written: June 26, 2016
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Her Many Hats

When I was young my mom, like most women, donned a hat when she went out.
Dad said it added to her beauty…of this I had no doubt.

My mom had a collection of hats she stored in boxes under her bed.
So many different kinds of bonnets that sat atop her head.

Moms of today are different they go out with their heads bare
but one thing they share with Moms of the past are the many hats they wear.

If we tried to count the hats they don...we couldn’t...they go on indefinitely
Perhaps one way to approach it...is alphabetically.

Moms are:
Accountants
Babysitters
Chauffeurs...they do what 
Doctors and 
Electricians do…they are
Farmers 
Governors 
Housekeepers, and 
Ice cream makers too…they are
Janitors 
Kitchen and 
Laundry workers, and 
Maids who clean the floor…they are
Nurses 
Optometrists,
Painters 
Quality control inspectors and furthermore they are
Receptionists 
Seamstresses and 
Teachers…they can
Upholster that sofa or that chair…they are
Valets 
Washroom Attendants and 
X-Ray technicians…ready anytime and anywhere…they are
Yard managers and every Mom I know is also a keeper of the 
Zoo
That’s 26 different hats they wear…
26 different jobs that all Moms do.

Moms are the original and still the best multi-taskers the world has ever met.
In fact, I didn’t run out of hats for them...I ran out of alphabet!

I guess it’s a good thing each job doesn’t have a hat that sits atop Moms head
for there wouldn’t be enough room to store the boxes under their beds.

They are visionaries, they are cheerleaders, so much of our existence they adorn
yet they had no experience as a mother until the day when we were born.

Because it was at that miraculous moment, despite their fearfulness and qualms
when they smiled as they looked at us and realized……’I’m a Mom.’

For that is the hat that encompasses the rest...the hat we call motherhood
and I must admit, from where I stand 
Moms…you make that hat look good.

So Moms, here’s to a wonderful Mother’s Day as this poem bids you all adieu
For all the many hats you wear…
our hats are off to you.

HAPPY MOTHER’S DAY
© Jim Yerman  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Verse


Strike

Strike!
O strike thy wisdom
and thy freedom;
strike!

While picket signs aren't weapons,
they arouse violent hymns
and bayonet dreams;
o strike!

Where authoritarian presidents,
governors and dictators
all think alike,
strike;
and strike thee common good.


Strike,
O visionaries
with karma on their side,
where echoes fly like angels
and their halos shine so bright;
strike!

Where slavery's not an option
and poverty no life,
no liberty
or happiness;
strike!

Where no act of violence,
aimed at stifling true justice
ever won.

True justice
always voices it's complaints,
always finds some other means,
never ends with the moon
but starts with the sun,
strike!

Fore there's no future otherwise.
Form:

Lame Blame Game

Trump orders everyone to church
Or Governors will get the birch
Americans will pay
On Memorial Day
With God to blame, Trump ends his search
Form: Limerick

NATURE OF HEART

NATURE OF HEART 

Dual curved carved
crystalline
earth pointed plasmic 
        Oneness 
quantum wave
particled 
allows Heart to heave
 
Heal with white light 
eagles 
on Tibetan height nights  
continuously crafted 
                      through storm eyes
looping solace 
                      sighs
whorling whispering 

Rain tears feed 
its sizzling stamens 
pistillate androgyny 
crying  
           crumbling 
simultaneously graniting 
                    granting access 
                          piously 

Soft supple sublime 
                    in rhythmic dance 
twirls across seaspun song
sealed
bends baritone bones
           gliding through skulls 
of ancestral 
                  sacrament 

Heart curiously examines
           coral swimming coloured 
through sockets 
                  smiling 

Silent sacred still
holds no longings or 
                 exalted expectations 
observes 
its own arising gyrations
        destructions
cannot label 
nor muse 
or impress empress
governors or lover 
                      fathoms no fools

Only presents 
primal  
          lingering longings
for its own beatings
          irrepressible expressions
lavic lush luminosic 
           explosions of expirations 

split open 
exposing slivered voluptuous 
               vulnerability 
breathing 


©GhairoDanielsPoetry
&Song2024


Premium Member Please Remember

Watching the small crowds of people declaring their rights
Guns on their belts in their hands yelling at Governors and pressing at policemen 
Spitting at mask wearers, licking boxes and pointless fights
Indifferent to the sufferings of neighbors, family and friends
Unmoved by the tears and fatigue of nurses and medical teams
Please remember in years gone by the names who have lived and died 
Suffering times, cruelty and fears— remember humanity’s most atrocious years
The Holocaust, Ann Frank,  attacks on the disabled, the old
Hiding under wallboards and floorboards, in attics, in the woods, 
Sent to Concentration camps, Russian work camps, to death in Siberian Ice
Mandela in Pollsmorr Prison, smallpox, the Indian’s Trail of Tears,  
Refugee children now during our times from fear of the others its over 3 years
In contagious prisons torn from their families—hardship misery and pain
Yelling for our rights over the attempts to keep us well to help our neighbors and friends
As people drink beer and watch videos and complain and complain
How dare we protect our grandparents from this illness from death
Listening to the anger and threats — its fear I know its money, greed and attempt to blame
Presidential desire for power and pathological indifference to others all back again
But we must remember, we must, the horror on earth when mankind goes insane
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member World Health

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                         World Health






             I am going crazy as some wild bee!
             Watching poets believe, really believe.....
             The world will be virus free.
              As if, there were a written guarantee?


             Liars, I do not believe, out to deceive.
             They will have a new one up their sleeve!
             But citizens across all lands, do not see,
             The evil plans, to enslave humanity.


             Their widened eyes sparkle with glee
             The worst governors here take credit for herd
              immunity!
              Shouting, I cured them, bow to me.
                     "it's me?"
              They killed many innocents who sleep in summers 
              innocence, under whispering, willow trees.


                               6/23/2021


                          6/23/2021
Form: Rhyme

Spammer Smackdown

IMMEDIATELY PLEASE REMOVE ALL OF MY INFORMATION FROM YOUR DATA 
BASE FORTHWITH.
ALSO, ADVISE ANY AND ALL CONTRACTORS, SUB-CONTRACTORS, AGENTS, 
SUB-AGENTS, AFFILIATES, PARTNERS, COLLEAGUES, ASSOCIATES, CLIENTS, 
WEBMASTERS, WEB BASED LINKS, WINKS, TWINKS, 	SHRINKS, COLONEL 
CLINKS, BOSSES, CO-WORKERS, EMPLOYEES,VENDORS, SUPPLIERS, 
SALESMEN, ACCOUNT REPS/EXCS, ACCOUNTANTS, BROKERS, CO-BROKERS, 
HACKERS, SLACKERS, WHACKERS, JERKS, SOLICITORS, SIDEKICKS, 
COHORTS, WINGMEN, WHEELMEN, LOOKOUTS, OUTLAWS, IN-LAWS, 
RELATIVES, FIANCES, BOYFRIENDS, GIRLFRIENDS, FRIENDS, FOES, 
ENEMIES, EVIL NEMESIS’, DERELICTS, DEGENERATES, DOPERS, DEALERS, 
TWEEKERS, GAMBLERS, RAMBLERS, CANVASSERS, INQUIRERS, QUEERS, 
QUEENS, COWBOYS, KINGS, FAGS, DRAGS, HAGS, HETEROS, HOMOS, TONY 
ROMOS, FEMALE IMPERSONATORS, [PRE OR POST] MALE IMPERSONATORS, 
DICKS, DYKES, VAN DYKES, DICK VAN DYKE, LESBIANS, LONGSHOREMEN, 
SHORTSHOREMEN, LIARS, BUYERS, CRYERS, CIGAR SMOKERS, CARPET 
MUNCHERS, RUG RATS, TODDLERS, TEENAGERS, JUVENILE DILINQUENTS, 
SENIORS, SUCKERS, TRUCKERS, MOTHER shut yer mouth, LAW MAKERS, 
LAWYERS, ATTORNEYS, JUDGES, POLITICIANS, LEADERS, FOLLOWERS, 
DISCIPLES, PROPHETS, EVANGELISTS, SAVIORS, SINNERS, SAINTS, 
SOOTHSAYERS, MEDICENE MEN, GYPSYS, TRAMPS, AND THIEVES, WITCHES, 
WARLOCKS, VAMPIRES, LYCANS, ZOMBIES, WAR MONGERS, PROTESTERS, 
VIGILANTES, VICTIMS, SOLIDERS, GENERALS, GOVERNORS, PRESIDENTS, 
PATRIOTS, PACKERS, LIONS, BEARS, BROWNS, BLACKHAWKS, REDWINGS, 
RIGHT WING, LIBERALS OR LAW BIDING CITIZENS. THEY ARE NOT TO 
CONTACT ME AND LOOSE MY NUMBERS.

BUT, IF YOU SEE MY MOM, TELL HER TO CALL ME.



                                               BA-ZING!
                                                     ?
Form:

Oblivion

Mired in the worst humanitarian crisis 
Syrian refugees seek shelter from ISIS
Cries are heard throughout our nations 
Governors set up SWAT Team Stations

"Why put us in danger?" the signs reflect
People ravished in lines with little effect
No matter how torn nor hungry ye be
Ye shall not live in the Home of the Free!

For now they all wait seeking shelter and food
Their tomorrow depends on America's Mood!

12/6/15
© Judy Konos  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme

Republicans Versus Democrats

Democrats are known for making things right, but republicans always lie about everything.
Everybody knows that the democratic party will run the republican party out of the U.S.
Congress and run all of its offices every day for the next 5,000 years. When it comes to politics,
the democrats are the only ones that will make real promises to fix everything, that
includes decreasing taxes, promising all of us job openings, fixing the economy,
supporting gay marriages, and that kind of stuff. But unfortunately for the republicans,
they can't make any promises to all of Americans like the democrats can. All of those
republicans will do is lie to, cheat, and steal from the U.S. citizens, that will have
included the African-American community. All republicans don't care about anyone or
anything but themselves. Republicans are evil, manipulative, arrogant, and completely selfish. The democrats,
just like President Barrack Obama, are kind, caring, warmhearted, and all of the other
nicer things that will have described the entire democratic party. We all don't think that
the governors who are republicans will run for President of the United States of America
in the near future, especially when they're planning on deporting all of us from our
original origins back to all foreign locations, that will have included Africa. And in the
year 2012 and beyond, we will not vote for any of those lame republicans, let alone Sarah Palin, Rick
Perry, or Donald Trump. The only person we will be voting for President of the United
States of America is Barrack Obama, who must remain President for the next 50 years.
That's why democrats are firm and honest and republicans are just bold-faced liars.
Republicans are full of baloney and the democratic party will take over. And if the
democrats win the elections and they were to stay in the offices for the rest of their
lives, this will be a great thing for all of us democrats. The democrats, as in the good
guys, will always win.
Form: Epic

Captain Job Terry

Don’t you know Job Terry? 
I thought everybody knew Job Terry

My name is Captain Job Terry,
my people from Kerry
But I a Poughkeepsie Celt.
I make a dashing impression,
Held down the whaling profession 
For at least two score or more.

I’ve worked the coast like a rambler
Broke bread with Governors and gamblers, 
Courted princesses and prostitutes to boot, 
I’ve rubbed elbows with them all
Just name any Port of Call.
My name is Captain Job Terry.

Don’t you know Job Terry? 
I thought everybody knew Job Terry
Form: Rhyme

Nigeria

Nigeria. 
The country of my birth. Beautiful in youth. Wrinkled as the years pass by. Through no fault of hers. But by the doing and undoing of her children, consciously and unconsciously.
Blessed by God. Impoverished by mankind.
Struggling for self-liberation but incarcerated by wicked and egoistic souls. Souls who prefer to squander and milk the nation today with the goal of enjoying life and securing the future of their lineage.

Nigeria.
Everytime I read the dailies, the thought of what might have been makes it all the more pathetic. A nation whose citizens should ‘swim’ in milk and honey. Whose name should be revered  amongst the comity of nations. But for the myopic  thinking of our  leaders – past and present – we are where we find ourselves; in the woods. The genesis started with their actions and inactions.
Directly or indirectly, the fault is ours to bear. Forget colonization. Forget its offshoot, neo-colonization. We can be what we want to be. Fortune favours the prepared. 

Nigeria.
A weak giant.
Clueless leaders.
A country with no respect for history.  For the rule of law.
Whose citizens are permeated with a brief memory span.

Nigeria.
How can looters still have the temerity to contest elections after their misdeeds some years ago! And people will vote!
Another election is forthcoming; we will forget the ordeals of the past. And vote these insatiable, power-hungry, monstrously greedy, sinister people called ‘leaders’ into power!
Posterity will judge. If it can’t, then God.

Nigeria.
Girls are being kidnapped. Maybe raped and dehumanized. Students are on strike and the government does not give a hoot. Some governors are forever enriching themselves by passing bills that will pay them billions of taxpayers’ hard-earned funds. Pensioners are being owed. Poverty is on the increase. Unemployment too.  Crime. Name them.
All these in a sane country!

Nigeria.
Until our ‘leaders’ are stopped from travelling abroad to treat headaches. 
Until a law is passed mandating their children to school in public institutions.
 Until every politician is made accountable for every kobo spent.
Until the  rule of law is supreme.
Until our votes count…
Things will sure fall apart in this country.

Red Summer

It was a summer of indifference
Billionaire Nazis who preach ethnic cleansing
And powerful ladies clad in iron
Play tug of war
With the hearts and souls of the people
While governors deceive the populace and their own parties
And confused men in collars and cassocks
Betray their vows, principles,
And even the people 
They are supposed to lead.


It was a summer of blood
Black mothers in black clothes
Attend the funerals 
Of their Black sons
Killed by 
Their own Black Brothers
Or by Blue Klansmen
With smoking guns and shining shields
While urban brigades
Mourn the loss of true knights
Murdered by 
Desperate, exhausted, and enraged men
Who have witnessed more than enough
Of their people being oppressed 
By those sworn to protect them
While the suburbanites and gentrifiers
Look the other way
Or applaud the lynchings
While savages plow into school children
Behead Christian babies
Rape Christian women 
Slash the throats of priests
And destroy Christian communities
Even though we are supposed to be
People of the Book
While those who peacefully practice Islam
Are being told they are unwelcome.


It was the summer of chaos
People parade the streets
With signs 
Shouting
Black Lives Matter
Blue Lives Don't
Men use toilets
Next to little girls
Six years olds
Are being taught about
The birds and the bees
And the ticks and the fleas
Infanticidal Mengelites
Teach girls 
confidence and resourcefulness. 
We are no longer people
With free wills and open hearts
We are no more than pawns
In a political chess tournament
Of the Sick Left
Against the Cold Right
What is right is wrong
What is wrong is right


Dear Lord
When will you have enough?
When will the 
Fall of Jerusalem
Finally arrive?
Maybe that is the only way
This madness will end.
How many more chances
Do we need?
How much longer will you stand there
While the pigs come to 
Spit on Your Countenance
And crush Your pearls?
I sigh for Your 
City on the Hill
And long to see its gates
Meanwhile, I tarry to the mountains
Before I am tempted to 
Join the sultry, drunken orgy
Of lost souls who hang the decent
And silence the morally outspoken
Whilst chanting
Eat, drink, and indulge
For you only live once
© Lord Bard  Create an image from this poem.

Hostile Times Ii

Hostile Times II
By Nate Spears
	

Busted love is my Crystal Ball's fortune
My heart hurts in a torturing way
Nothing ever works in my favor
Standing still 
I lower my head and pray 
Confessing to God 
All I have to give

A 16 year old rebellious daughter
A 13 year old son that’s dead
My father is in prison; so is the one of my two kids
Is this really a way of living?
I didn’t have a choice from the days beginning
Anything different
Would have a given me a chance
at living

Walls of barriers bearing on us 
On this earth we stand
Refusing to let go of this curse
If no bill is signed by Congress
My unemployment runs out next Thursday 
Now I contemplate what’s next?
Sex dollars or Creflo's Dollars?
Be an honest woman; or
Be a fool that’s starving?
When pushed to the limit
All governors are discarded.

Hostile Times rains upon us
Other nations joins the honors
The Elite makes me vomit
There’s plenty of resources among us
God have mercy and let it trickle down on us
Rather than become degrading
In this pew 
I choose prayer
Becoming Sunday Mornings best
Washing away my pains that become abreast; with my chest
Bringing in a new day, 
A today, 
For a better way
In these hostile times we live in.
Form: Narrative

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