Best Leadership Poems
"A Broken Demo"
In a desperate cry for help
She hires every jeweler
A cheap sheep crying, Wolf!
Using old repeating politic
utilizing lies * manipulation
To cover the Glass Paste on her face
Diamond-like - Stonecold and Crooked!
Her true shape -- unveiled -- predictable
A Thief Among The Mines
In a world where certainties are few---
Promises! Promises!
A shallow cut - with high class
no shape --- no spark, a dark mass
Smashing success when opportunity hits
The worst gem in disguise
The diamonds in her eyes -- gone -- expired
If you look, you will see
A twisted reflection in her evil grin
A sinister smile -- waiting to win
Her Vice - a victim --- her puppet
blind * believing her lies
Cutting light performance -
-Without realizing most see past her history
We the people are more than a cubic step
Lighting the madness of her soul
Just remember, every day she sits on her pedestal
Without a twinkle --- she stares into the night
Knowing nothing she stands for is right
Innovation - incomplete
A man-made she-demon trying to wear white
Like the swan, dying every night
She refused to hear the trumpet play
A new moon soon will open our eyes
EXPOSED --- Diamond CUT
Hillary Will Not Be President
#The Poet Destroyer
I remember when
Q was part of a Tip
now Q is a one way trip
to crazy town
It’s a place where thoughts flip
and up is down
Where every imaginable
conspiracy is found
Listen to that mind cracking sound
in a basement of a pizza shop
they think that trafficked
children are bound
Democrats demonized
Satan worshipers
Drinking babies blood
Some welcome the insanity
in like a flood
Internet researches
named Beth, Karen,
Mike, Bubba, Bob and Bud
all of them happily
wallowing in the mud
So wether they believe
in the Deep State
or PizzaGate
QAnon somehow thinks
an Old World Order
controls our fate
Slick videos crash minds
as feeble sheeple
bite into the bait
January 6th
becomes their new favourite date
Somehow
they feel truly Patriotic
instead of Psychotic
Crazy takes off like gangbusters
a fuse attached to a rocket
It seems a certain President
had them in his pocket
A gun aimed at the Capitol
and Donny cocked it
They were all dim lightbulbs
and he electrified the socket
So the Q tipped
as we watched on TV
what a crazy trip
“Hang Mike Pence”
dripped from their lips
Through broken windows
the mob slipped
as the fabric of Democracy
was stained and ripped
Still with that darkness over the Country
freedom was only temporarily eclipsed
So while the world watched
and ridiculed
“We The people” found a way
Thankfully the majority had the final say
Yes America witnessed a new day
QAnon, White Power, Proud Boys
and Anti Semites were kept at bay.
Should that not in the end
be “The American Way”?
IF POETS RULED THE WORLD
If poets ruled the world
laws would be written with panache and...
oh yes, compassion;
civil liberty in fashion.
Carpetbaggers fold up your tents and cash in.
Poets. like mothers,
would never send their brothers to war.
Poets don’t have voices that sound like guns,
words can bite, incite,
but history is made by men who fight
not for wrong or right but might.
If poets ruled the world
every city block would have a park
for birds and dogs alike,
with a path for bikes and soft ice cream.
Trees would be everywhere, cars even fewer.
The whole damn system flushed down the sewer
if only poets were the rulers.
If the world by poets was ruled
hunger would feed on the deeds of honest men,
perhaps not Zen but a blend
of now and then, form and function.
Tear down the walls of corruption in government,
make way for equanimity, grace of femininity.
So let it be known and forever shown
that poets should rule the world.
Dec 21/18
NOTE: This style is one I developed and is called a SCIRPO which is Italian for weave or twist.
It is characterized by a rhyme scheme that wraps around itself in no particular order.
Also, each stanza adds another line moving from 5 to 6 to 7 to 8 lines and so on
Myself I’ve never been
much of a mathematician
Algebra and stuff
didn’t add up to much
when I made the decision
to respond to you
our multi-versed
mathematical magician
Because even I know
all things aren’t equal
I don’t know what it’s like
to grow up black and poor
and to wonder why
other kids have more
and why no one looks sideways
when white kids walk into a store
It seems this world for you
uses a subtraction
and division equation
Giving people who look like me
a multiplication table
We rise to the top like cream
even when you’re more capable
Those who say
“Things have changed”
are living in a fable
or maybe they think it’s fine
because they have lots on their table
You have no reason to apologize
I see the sad in your eyes
That happens
when others try
to bring you down to size
But I sense a power
beyond the treatment they rationalize
There is scripture flowing from your pen
Telling us what your people have dealt with
over and over again
You help me conceptualize that pain
which enables me to see and realize
why some might try to bury their blues
with drugs and booze
When they think
“Nothing is going to change”
They also think
“F it I’ve got nothing to loose!”
But you you’re a word warrior
that’s not the path you choose
Rewrite it
Rethink it
Turn it into good news
Sorrows on a graph,
Death and molestations
All these sadness quotients
are not merely estimations
They defy gravity
and my limited calculations
But I can’t read your sorrow
without me acknowledging
I see your situation
And I hear your brave
heartfelt communication
While still I wonder
how you cope with this frustration
Maybe it’s the angels
That grace your constellation
The way you wrote it
and I read it
If I were your teacher
I’d give you all the credit
Besides in this case
you’re the teacher
I say hallelujah brother
your life is a prayer
keep on speaking preacher
So I ask
what can a math challenged
middle aged white dude do?
People need more than compassion
for what they’ve been through
A thought can grow exponentially
beyond me and you
Until it becomes true
Action Maximization
by the many for the few
Dedicated to Michael Ellis after reading his Poem “A Poem for My Algebra Teacher” Please read it.
Chug-a-lug, Chug-a-lug –
no matter the fly in our
President's mug, the bug in
his thinking...my reflecting on
his ailing brain, and it's obvious
volume shrinking:
Those mindless, confusing rants,
Bidden juices-up; Psaki, drinking
without blinking – regurgitating
at deceptive White House briefings –
propaganda validated by shameless,
would-be reporters, were it not for
their obvious conscription – their
sacrificial genuflecting, having
sold their souls to the Golden Calf
of Soros wealth and tyrannical
influence –
For Progressive compliance – securing
her high place of worship in a Marxist,
Totalitarian Kingdom – Pelosi suggesting
free ice-cream be given to all, in place
of Tried-And-True, Good Old, American
Freedom –
Some people have a reassuring smile
Always at ready no matter the time
Regardless of untold things on their minds--
They're the street-lamps burning all night
Comfort rules when they come around
For grief and pain then remain at bay
And aches of the night retreat in awe--
They're the dawn that illuminates dark
Answers they find when questions storm
They hold a sign when someone's lost
And when they speak, that becomes the norm--
They're the phrases wisdom is made of
Flowers in the midst of desert lands
A rain shower soothing in prolonged drought
Hope on the faces of distressed hearts--
They're the strength of weakened hands
Never confused between right and wrong
How they act mirrors the way they talk
Magic or special powers they don't have--
They're the goodwill of human hearts
July 10, 2020
Placed 2nd: Warrior poetry contest by Silent One
Hold Thy Judgment, Truth Is Not So Well Seen
Hold thy judgment, truth is not so well seen,
Thou, that sits in luxuries and decides!
Fate and Time, can both, off the path careen
Into deep hellish dark, that life oft hides
While this teeming world, its course wildly sets,
Mere mortals must walk upon broken glass!
Far too oft, we are forced to take our bets
On when to stop our race, when to fly pass.
If thy heart seeks truth, its binding powers,
Light thee brighter candles, to see life clear.
Walk without fear of black shadow towers
And within thine own heart strive thee to hear,
Striking notes of love's romance sounding clock
Even should it send, that which mind so shocks!
Robert J. Lindley, 4-24-2019
Sonnet, ( Wash Thine Eyes In Clear Streams)
Note- Inspired from a dream I had last night...
-Dr President Lady, please launch the nuclear war button-
I'm packing up my girdle; I'm heading up state
Where society thinks only men should run for president
Chill with Bill, on the side show Hill
Subsequently, he got tripped up with his hand in the biscuit jar
This poem is not about me... It's not about, Hilary
I'm here to cheer and throw off an early vote voluntarily
I'm numbering my days with the aces
Until the 2016 U.S. Presidential election
Only in a woman, you’ll find confidence and determination,
Someplace out there is our leading lady in disguise
A woman who sits down and pee's with pride
A woman Like Hilary, whose place was denied in the sun
I will vote for a woman who is not afraid to lead,
Grab up her crotch, and fight for all the right reasons
Repaint the town white and her fingernails red
Blue lipstick in the breeze, a tommy gun in her possession
A million dollar diamond ring,
A mink from all cultures of the globe
Sing hallelujah, Amen Praise the Lord!
Pink ribbons of freedom,
China can test all her might,
It's time to feel the empowerment of a woman's delight
There she’ll be’, sit down and enjoy,
When it’s time to hear her voice,
The bullet will miss her beautiful mind,
She'll Raid the Democratic Nomination moment of the blind
Her ego on the side; when it's time to reason with society
Feel the shattered glass feeling when sharks attack whitey
Cop Out the Republican Bully
Black Ops the Democratic Liar
For women can reach, preach, and teach,
Nursing a world, collaborating with every mind
A barrier to be breached, a blessed moment to come,
If you require a true hit, vote for a woman in the Oval Office
Who said Mrs. Wonderbra can’t launch the nuclear war button
By:)
President Barack Obama
Credited for getting Osama
Now along comes Isis
"Lord help me, another crisis!"
path - 12/1
My favorite President is yet to be
He may well not go down in history
For he'll do what really needs to be done
Antagonizing almost everyone under the sun
First he'll fix Social Security; it's running short of cash
Upping retirement age to 68, a move the 'swamp' will call rash
Then he'll crack down on Medicare/Medicaid fraud and crime
Infuriating the clout-heavy cheaters in America's medicinal slime
Next he'll free up school choice for the poor, not just the rich
More vouchers and charter schools: teachers unions will yell and beech
He'll clean up the ghettos, bust up the gangs, and load up the jails
Violent felons and their Park Avenue backers will want him impaled
He'll break the stranglehold on free speech and inquiry in universities
Big-tech CEO's will squirm, when he ends their totalitarian strip-tease
He'll repair the military, building the strongest defense ever
Daring China and Russia to come get us -- They won't; they're too clever
He'll veto delusionary pork projects which taxpayers can't afford
Boosting old-fashioned 'capitalism' -- for that he will not be adored
As for climate change, he'll pressure China, India and the other slackers
To reign in their CO2 abuse, while the world calls him a bully and hacker
Truth is, my favorite President-to-be will probably never get elected
And if somehow he does, I hope from angry mobs he'll be protected
~ Inspired by, but not an entry in L. Milton Hankins'
'Your Favorite President Contest' ~
I am absolutely positive Donald Trump is my President
... CayCay
Anthony Slausen - A Positive President Trump Contest
February 10, 2019
Madness stirs their passions...
Such dregs have stacked the deck.
Ideas resurrected from the dustbin
Of History... make bold their disrespect.
Ideologies of egotists and lunatics
Prey now upon the weak.
They salivate their malcontent...
It is wry carnage that they seek.
Devoid of humility and prudence...
Learning nothing of the past.
If we fail to confront these miscreants...
Society will not last.
It's been thought for many years...
Wisdom comes with age.
But my friend... the ship has sailed...
The dregs will have their day.
Don't be fooled by their actions
And the crazy things they do.
Some adults are nothing more...
Then kids in bigger shoes.
The End
How to mold a villain?
They say it takes a village to raise a child,
Yet with a whisper, a villain can be styled.
the steps are simple,
Tell them gravity's grip is no chain,
Assure them they can soar with no pain.
Convince them their value's self-defined,
Obscure purpose, keep their minds confined.
Freedom is rebellion, love mere greed,
Life's but stardust, a random deed.
Independence over reliance, A fib to be sold!
New is bold, and on traditions do not hold.
Why settle when you can leap?
Why share burdens? Power is yours to keep.
Empower the lazy, let them sleep,
Drown them in the ocean of lies so deep.
Paint pride on that man's face,
Hold the guilty in your embrace.
Pour children empty promises,
convince them, friends are nemesis.
The staircase to the top is narcissism,
While the secret to the death pit is altruism.
Raise sin to be worshiped like a sacred lie,
Leave them praising until they rot and die.
Mock Earth with a little kid, let nature cry.
Destroy the dreams of some random guy.
Let them identify with the clouds of their sky
Plant the seed of dread with the question why?
Be a tempest, blow all the rafts of hope,
gulp them like waves down destiny's slope.
Pour them only from the carafe of pleasure,
give them nothing but a materialistic treasure.
And that’s how easy it is, my friend.
For in the end,
Change requires knowledge, wisdom and bravery,
Villains are mere products of mental slavery.
Masha Amini was an Iranian woman who was kept captive in jail for clamoring for Women’s Rights. Later she died in police custody under suspicious circumstances. Her death led to widespread civil unrest and protests. This is in the voice of Masha/ Civil uprising in Iran-Year, 2022
What crime did I do to deserve this?
To be brutally beaten and imprisoned?
When rapists, rogues and robbers roam scot-free
What crime did I do to deserve this persecution?
I am a woman of self-respect and dignity
I believe man and woman have equal rights
I wish to see my sisters walk in dignity
I can’t but rebel against all man-made manacles,
That bind a woman’s hands and legs,
Putting shackles on her mind, and body.
My mind revolts when we can’t walk free.
So offensive it is to cover our heads with hijab
And wrap ourselves in several folds of linen.
I feel it a blatant denial of human rights.
I am sure the unreasonable restrictions imposed,
Will smother and cripple the fair sex.
I am allegedly arrested and am now in prison bars,
For violating and disrespecting Iran’s ‘Modesty code’
The fanatics dream that with my death,
The clamor for freedom will die down.
I am sure it will only blaze fierce in future days,
Thousands will join, holding hands,
Pledging their solidarity for a common cause,
Drawing inspiration from me and women like me.
Again, our shrieks for freedom,
Can never be stifled or silenced.
In cloistered darkness, I wait,
Hoping to witness a bright sunrise.
The rising sun has set.
Night has fallen.
The plow rests,
tillage and toil finished.
The corn ear withers,
but seeds are saved.
The scrolls are opened
event recorded;
the news spread:
"The sun has set,
the old Owl has flown
into the Heavens."
Yet, the sun will rise
and peek over the horizon,
the tractor will roar,
a new crop will sprout,
Green hands will turn brown
the flag will wave,
financial accounts recorded,
hospitality offered,
and the light of brotherhood shared.
Your torch has lit fires
that flicker and flame;
The fledgling will grow
and, hopefully, become wise;
New eras and life-chapters
will begin,
continuing the credo
as a Legacy to you:
"Learning to Do,
Doing to Learn,
Earning to Live,
Living to Serve."*
*National FFA Organization Motto