Best Grandstanding Poems
Trump Shields The US From Becoming A Carcass Full With Ants
Trumps draws a line in the sand
He's shaken all the trees in the land
Call him whatever, okay an ass
Yet keep in mind his motto USA first
From the civil war to now
No other's brought out the plow
Like how Trump has outlined in his model
In stomping his foot down full throttle
In Trump's twelve days in office
He's raining on the bureaucratic chorus
Telling big business to fear
Of outsourcing jobs from here
He's taken on the pharmaceutical giants
To lower their prices, and be more compliant
He set a visa moratorium on 7 Muslim countries
Prompting protester's chastises, so bluntly
He's opened dialogue for domestic oil exploration
Setting the country's future more self reliant of oil importation
He's befriended the Brits, and hired a cabinet of friends
Some of which are the richest, so one hopes it pays dividends
To this he silences his, what, ... critics?
By calling them, okay, ... idiots !
Trump's IQ some say it's one of the tops
One hope pressure doesn't make it pop
Trump also seen as grandstanding his wall
For the Mexican President to take the fall
Yet he may be right on all of this
For it's a lot of walkovers from the border
That's soaking up the jobs, social and welfare
Taking up space for the ones already here
Trump may be xenophobic and not a tulip or rose
But he can't be accused of tiptoeing in
He needed to stem the colony of ants
Instead of letting them bred and expanse
connie pachecho
2/1/17
I’m confused
At times bemused
By the turn society’s taking,
Sexuality so complex
Gender needing further context
All my preconceptions breaking.
Are cows good
On this we brood
Carbon footprint the new quandary,
Should we fly
Or cycling try
A simpler world I recall fondly.
Left or Right
The current fight
Politicians all grandstanding,
Little caring
Overbearing
Of our hearts and minds demanding.
To take part
Is quite an art
Every word now needing measure,
Opinions rue
So fast to sue
No surprise the past I treasure.
So many words, such boring waffle
Posturing peacocks, whispering snakes,
Actions so twisted doubtful if lawful
A bunch of connivers, dithering flakes.
In the House which they rule
They pointed and frowned
Lectures unending as if back at school,
Comments unwelcomed, arguments drowned.
Then to the Senate the matter was sent
Pelosi's grandstanding the Media in tow,
Swaying opinion her only intent
Her hands animated, her face all aglow.
But Mitch was just waiting,
Lurking, knives drawn,
Biding his time skillfully baiting,
For he had the Queen, they just the Pawn.
Here comes their bleating
Lost sheep wailing foul
They accuse us of cheating
Which makes me just howl.
Boy I like winning
It's such a huge high,
I so can't stop grinning
While watching them cry.
Now the deal's done
This farce put to bed,
I'll continue to stun
As I forge way ahead
They thought they could win
By playing the part
But if acting's a sin
I've mastered that art.
Another four years
Of me and my tribe,
No matter their tears
To me they'll subscribe.
It starts out and ends up with Love
for a partner you think the world of
Yet the middle poses daily tests
where the verdict of a marriage rests
To list all these tests would take a book
So let's just take the briefest look
At qualities you'll need in spades
To earn yourselves a passing grade
Acceptance I feel is number one
It keeps a marriage healthy, fun
Use it when you learn that 'perfection'
Is a goal wise couples shun
Next comes mutual respect, understanding
Never accomplished by grandstanding
Always respect each other's space and privacy
Know when hugs are needed, or a gentle "I see"
One last quality that's key is good cheer and optimism
Loving greetings and goodbyes - never negativism
Encourage, inspire and support; lend a helping hand
Cultivate all this and Love ~ even marriage can withstand
with dusk approaching
the radiance of the day
melts in the rain
streetlights smear
the autumn colours
across the footpaths
doubling the display
of chromatic foliage
autumn gloats
AP: Honorable Mention 2025, Honorable Mention 2025
A pampered son of privilege, of infantile entitlement,
he rode the escalator down, grandstanding his campaign.
He tongue-lashed his contenders, making them grovel
into silent shame, silent, scandalous, craven disgrace,
when Piper had his way.
He spattered spiteful splatter on his screeching penny whistle,
crude culture war caustics, the coded corrosive cacophony
of othering, of terrorizing, the Great Replacement closet
skeletons in every white supremacist’s delusion,
when Piper had his way.
The raging torches burned holes in the night sky,
from all the fuming, festering fractures they came.
He reeled in vermin, gnawers, ticks, fleas, and maggots.
From fetid, rotted flesh, the dead and dying democracy,
when Piper had his way.
The noxious stench permeated every moral fiber,
Every conviction was consumed by avarice.
Every flaunted corruption overpowered common decency.
Every dull-witted stunt became a predictable mockery,
when Piper had his way.
And thus, he led all the children of Hamelin astray
with his deceptive, discordant whistle squeaks.
He sealed them in his criminal conspiracy cave.
They never questioned his chicanery,
when Piper had his way.
And so, when Piper finally faded away
the defilement dragged on and on.
The diseased, depraved devaluation persisted.
The sordid, squalid, sickly stain remained,
since Piper had his say.
“All poetry soup members stand for a moment of reverence and silence”
Au Soupe du jour our native site stands free
God bless our site in truth we trust in thee
Let’s stand on guard to wave and to salute
Let’s lift our hands for an inky photo shoot
Home of ambitious and amalgamated quills
Poetic birds of words soaring with free wills
Soaring through balmy winds unto thy haven
Grandstanding passions as our stately raven
Home of ambrosial souls emanating alacrity
We fill the site with fervid poem's electricity
United we ignite desire, poetically we aspire
With ink or quills that never grow old or tire
Our Lord is our entrance he bestows the light
Rejuvenates our quills & ink in the still of night
So when we awaken we quietly greet the day
With peace love light, in our own special way
Upon our blessed site shed your rays of love
Shed your blessings truest LOVE, from above.
Written by: The Teamsters, Elliott & Vienna ***
Crying or laughing you asked me why.
Your contest begged me unveil
The naked essence of what made me
Mad as hell at the world, or vexed with you
I hate grandstanding
And posturing for cheap popularity
People without privacy
Who think the world has nothing more to do
Than babysit their fallacy
Cloaked in self righteous songs
Of discord note.
For such a waste of suffering I cry.
And if I laugh
Let me laugh for the mother and the baby playing
Let me laugh with lovers splashing water
Into the eyes
Blinding self until it feels a deeper sight.
And if I laugh
Let me laugh with children playing
Let me discover that you found where we keep
The child in all of us.
Play with your child in you,
Do not over mother it, smother it, control it, pander to it
For children know when they got you by the heart
And they love to play puppeteers.
I always laugh before I kiss a child with tears.
POLLY WANT A CRACKER??
…and so they play
political musical chairs
uncostumed clowns
scampering about
like children,
pushing and shoving
accusing all
of acting like them.
Passing electronic notes
for all to see
while accusing others
of “leaking” information.
Feigning indignation
at the behavior
of their adversaries,
grandstanding before
a shepherdless congress,
Milling about the political
dog park sniffing and barking
leaving a mess for others
to clean up after them.
Pointing fingers and questioning
all but themselves,
entrenched in the idiocy
of egotism’s swamp.
Removed from the realm
of reality’s wretchedness
they sashay about throwing
other peoples coins
into the wishing wells
of beggar’s dreams.
They dine within hearing
of the rumbling bellies
of the hungry, the shuffling
footsteps of the homeless,
the emptiness of the addicts
desperation, discussing “programs”
and “initiatives”, form “committees”
to “study” the “problem”.
The nation is on the operating table
and they, the “doctors”
will walk out of the “operating” room
for a six week “recess”.
Most of those they claim
to represent haven’t had “recess”
since the fourth grade.
And “We the people”
put up with it,
are responsible for it
for we have become
a mindless rabble
clawing at each other
fighting over the table scraps
thankful for a band-aid
waiting to catch a glimpse
of the “Royal Court” and its
niggardly“ courtesans.
7/31/2017
submitted to – POLLY IN POLITICS – Poetry Contest
Take me by the hand and lead me to the promised land.
A wedding band to show my love,our hearts entwined
My loves for real, deliver me to a magic fairyland.
Release me from this reality and free my state of mind
A wedding band to show my love, our hearts entwined
tell be straight, the way to this wonderland.
release me from this reality and free my state of mind
So I can make my way to a our shared dreamland.
tell be straight, the way to this wonderland.
No grandstanding here Im just a member of human kind
So i can make my way to a our shared dreamland.
My emotions released let loose rampant unconfined
No grandstanding here Im just a member of human kind
My loves for real, deliver me to a magic fairyland.
My emotions released let loose rampant unconfined
Take me by the hand and lead me to the promised land.
27/09/2016 comp entry
Regaining the gall to forge on with vigor
Which seeks clarity from past misgivings,
Rumbles escalate through mimicry's barbed language
Amid the hole of evening…And to have known
This quarrel, these twin voices muttering
With such power he never imagined…until he
Choked their loud acts, their vicious grandstanding
That a mindful awareness is finally lifted, his redemption:
So, pray tell... who is the sound-alike muppet,
the conscious mind or the inner instinct?
Favorite Poem Written In June 2018 for Broken Wings
Posted 6/23/2018 Re-submitted 7/24/2018
Fire in my belly
Confidence in my mind
I confront challenges that I tackle daily
In a determined and concerted onslaught to find
Solutions I appreciate
Among several alternatives I explore
To root out hypocrites who ingratiate
Themselves to exploit my generosity more
Than moderation permits
In civilized society
Where a sleight of hand meets
With disapproval where humility
Scores priceless points
When set against a background
Of complex cultures at joints
Where juxtapositions of modernity and tradition abound
In their understanding
Of cohabitation, reflection, reconciliation and restoration
To avoid garrulous grandstanding
In circumstances, settings and scenarios of remonstration and frustration
When a meeting of moderate minds
Accommodating dissenting views
Of credible kinds
Thrives to disseminate among stakeholders cogent cues and critical clues.
In with a bang out with a whimper
An American story reminiscent of old,
Brashness and vigor, street smart and temper,
Rising to greatness then collapsing stone-cold.
How could this happen in this day and age,
Have we not learned from lessons long taught,
But there lies the moral, we gave him the stage,
His victory gifted, neither stolen nor bought.
The reasons were many, the anger profound,
The swamp and it's dwellers entitled and deaf,
Their smugness alone caused Trump to be crowned,
With neither side listening, as each out of breath.
But what of the Media, greedy and loud,
They built up the story their coffers to fill,
This great institution at one time so proud
Debasing core standards their audience to thrill.
What next may we ask, back to the same?
Politicians grandstanding, jostling for power,
Caring little for action, just personal fame,
Riding the airways, seizing the hour.
Enough of this folly, time to unite,
Reason and truth need blossom anew,
Our democracy young, our future still bright,
Faith in our system we must now renew.
Out of one minuscule dot came Earth and so much more
The dot became extremely hot because of a rotating core
Even today it's still expanding and faster than ever before
Scientist all grandstanding except that it's God they ignore
How'd the dot get so hot, maybe you should ask Dr. Seuss
All the theories they trot, what their simple minds produce
One after another chiming in, saying that you're of an ape
Now that, that's just a sin as that it's God's Face they drape
A lot of stuff out there from something so infinitely small
I don't know how they dare when it takes so much gall
Explaining everything away with an oink oink here and
The whole time they betray the One who made it grand
So you can take your theory, placing it where it belongs
For that doesn't make one teary and breakout in songs
How could they forget God when He was the Creator
So some things seem odd and on others their not sure
Genesis 1:1
In the beginning God created the heaven and the earth.
Administrator incommunicado
Acknowledging nymphomaniacs
Reclassifying philosophical
Ideologically Transcultural
Pronunciation Calligraphers
Communication demilitarized
Grandstanding orchestration
Carpetbagging adjudications
Redistributed improprieties
Abolitionists brinksmanship
Sarcastically realistically
Craftsmanship flabbergasted
Enlightenment librarianship
Democratically