Best Lefties Poems
The warmth no longer comes
it seems to only leave.
The furry ones, all
caught in hypnotic disbelief:
hardening ground's
taken root
where once
gardening grounds
(forsaken, mute)
were once and again
makin' fruit.
Each beast, shaking
like a leaf
(though, truth be told
I've only ever
seen 'em dance)
as if to compel
the sun to
sidle up
'n stay a bit.
The butterflies are all turned
to windblown, drying leaves.
The biting clouds of gnats
are now
the biting cold of early flakes.
All hatched and reared
(the secret thrush, the ungainly, splashtering loon,
the burly snakes)
as evening hurries home
to be home for the night.
It's so early, so late.
The fatted robin's gone
just as the field mice hid
from barn-now-lapcat.
This constellation of crows,
a raucous perch, tried
that hiding ploy: their clotted knotted
silhouetted faux-leaf blackening hide out
where the leaves’d lived but crows are not
meant to blot the low sun as they’d plotted...
And so it was as so its been since Oh, so ever since -
a bird of prey, answered their
plaintive caws with painted claws -
a fracturous startle from above
a crash! a cry! a scattering!
one down, one murder
still.
Nothing softens, nothing greens.
No flowering as Southern urges
force flocks into making V-lines.
Each nest left: all break routines.
Summer is souring, as frost emerges
and last-one-picked, the pines -
lefties left in left field;
icing soon, their needles their shield
and, the coach never intervenes...
The light more slow to show
more tugged and bent to slant.
The sunshafts seem to push
the cold ahead as snow by plows.
And for our part we too as well
well, we turn away, turn indoors.
We turn our dreams to
make-it-through this.
We turn our collars up,
and too, our eyes to floors.
We turn our (each seems to)
thoughts inside this shell
not towards Inner but
rather, of course, truly from-
far and away from the
Cold & Falling, closing crisp.
How unlike the Scholar's Cup!
Our husks indoors,
our thoughts follow
but burrow deeper still.
Don't blame the light
for not keeping company
so deep where hides
a fearful, frigid 'you.'
It's Autumn
all turns on
one point.
It's Autumn
Fall burns on.
It's Autumn
sun burns on
one point
(of light.)
I have never felled so alive
as now.
Categories:
lefties, autumn, philosophy, seasons,
Form:
Free verse
...And of course who can forget all the
black-on-black we see every day?
More people are killed by such violence
then cops could ever dare take away.
Take all the dead from the rioting
and, depressingly, you will all find
it matches a weekend’s murder count
in Chicago..let that sit in your mind.
Are all their deaths somehow less tragic
because their killers weren’t pale of flesh?
I keep waiting for folks to address this,
but at this point I won’t hold my breath.
Speak of this and all the people bray
that your evil and ‘victim-blaming,’
then they proclaim that ‘Black Lives Matter,’
but ignore their culture isn’t working.
The worst of it, we should acknowledge,
is the two hundred fifty black lives
that are taken from us every day
by the cuts of abortionist knives.
To think of all those young lives cut short
is horrific and so frightening,
think of a medium-sized company
every day up and disappearing.
But if this fact is ever brought up,
these same protestors act all appalled,
they think this means that you ‘hate women,’
that those children have no rights at all!
The fact that half of those kids are girls
never seems to enter into their heads.
They like to say ‘Black Lives Matter,’
but then make their very children dead.
Now the great unifying factor
that binds up all the hypocrisy
is that they only seem to promote
dark-skinned people if they are lefties.
They do not talk of excessive force
when pale people are shot down by cops,
but if it happens in blue cities
then they demand the whole country stop!
They care not for a dark-skinned person
who built up a good life through hard work,
nor the future children of these towns,
nor good people tired on the jerks.
In fact the left resents these people,
since you can’t control virtuous folk,
the only Black Lives that matter to them
are the ones who bring Democrats votes.
Categories:
lefties, abortion, how i feel,
Form:
Rhyme
Programmed fools demonize our culture,
try to undermine, demoralize,
say that it’s all ‘white supremacist,’
it’s ‘patriarchal,’ ‘all built on lies.’
Overblow every mistake they find,
project onto us all of their sins,
parasites dependant on a host
that they’re busy killing from within.
Be they our teachers of professors,
or scum media lying out loud,
don’t listen when they preach self-hatred,
for there is much of which to be proud.
They like to blame us for slavery,
tell children it was unique to us,
when the Muslims enslaved twenty times
of what came to the Americas.
They don’t teach that for ten thousand years
it was commonplace to all mankind,
they do not want that much perspective
to ever enter into our minds.
They don’t mention that we helped kill it,
that the west paid in blood for that change,
or that no culture who came before
dared to take on this practice deranged.
They harp on this to guilt good people,
make them cower to the leftist crowd,
there is no need to feel self-hatred,
when there’s so much that should make you proud.
They like to proclaim that we’re ‘racist,’
it’s their favorite way to shut you up,
use your skin tint to assign virtues,
endlessly coming up with such stuff.
But the only racists out there are
the lefties who reduce us to groups,
the rest of us don’t care for this crap,
and are annoyed by people who do.
When we buried Jim Crow long ago,
held up equality under law,
we did all that a country can do,
one standard for all, despite our flaws.
Go ask China about Africans,
or the Muslim world of people dark,
and you’ll understand very quickly
that our attitudes are far apart.
We say that color doesn’t matter,
and that all who try must be allowed,
so when they preach racial self-hatred,
flip them off, you’ve a right to be proud...
CONCLUDES IN PART II.
Categories:
lefties, america, culture, how i
Form:
Rhyme
It seems these days, across the land,
that the Klan has somehow got a tan.
Somehow, instead of being free,
folk now take pride in their bigotry.
They say their skin defines their life,
even dictates who they take for wife,
claim it is their ‘identity,’
determines their morality.
Then they attack those ‘other’ folk,
who along with this crap won’t go,
the souls that shout,”Listen to King!
Color is a meaningless thing!
“Just because you have the same pigment
does not matter, ain’t worth a damn!
What’s inside is what matters here,
our dreams, our hopes, our thoughts, our fears!
“If you can’t judge a soul by that,
they you’re a skin-bigot, that’s a fact!
You won’t see people as they are:
Individuals you should not tar.”
Yet when you speak this simple truth,
they claim the bigot there is you?!
When you call out their bigotry,
they claim,”Oh no, that can’t be me!”
They scream that they don’t have ‘power,’
then shoot you an undeserved glower,
how convenient that their beliefs
from moral sense give them relief.
Lets them slander others all day,
lets their skin-bigotry blaze away,
But all their lines can’t change what’s real,
they’re bigots true, and here’s the deal:
If you judge a soul by skin alone,
even if that soul may be your own,
then you are a bigot, bona-fide,
no matter how you spin and lie.
If you lump together other blokes,
and whine of ‘privilege,’ being ‘woke,’
if beyond pigment you can’t see
if you can’t deal with history,
then ‘skin-bigot,’ I will call you.
You’re offended? Well I am too!
Every time I see loud lefties
cheapening our humanity.
…Your skin don’t make you special, but your obsession with it will make you evil.
Categories:
lefties, evil, how i feel,
Form:
Rhyme
Complicity is easy for the Right,
one single flag to which they all adhere –
“someone might steal my loot”. This primal fear
prompts pistols under pillows, sleepless nights
and riot cops. Who needs a Stagyrite?
But Lefties hold their differences dear.
Each Keeper of the Flame is more sincere
than Cash-Is-Trash-ists, Ogden Nash-ists, quite
apart from Crypto-Fascists, Widow’s Mite
Apologists, Red Guards, or those who steer
by Stalin’s light (Stakhanovites). It’s clear:
you’d never have a play without a wright,
and so each faction finds its Miller Lite:
Kropotkin, Castro, Kopp – who’s cool this year?
Categories:
lefties, satire,
Form:
Sonnet
You hear it all the time these days,
people talk of communities,
but then when you heard what they say
you can’t help but think it’s funny,
they don’t talk of where people live,
or of neighbors getting along,
it’s obvious that the lefties
are getting ‘community’ wrong.
They speak of the ‘black’ community,
and rail about it all the time,
as if somehow your skin pigment
means you all have a common mind,
That if two people with dark tints
are seen out walking down the street,
that they must have something in common,
how else could it be ‘community?’
But that one guy is a doctor,
grew up middle class in a suburb,
and is quite obsessed with Star Wars,
and other stuff favored by nerds.
The other one’s a drug addict,
a sob-story clipped from the news,
he grew up without a father,
he grew up beaten and abused.
Do they go to secret meetings
with other people of dark shades?
Do they agree on what to believe,
or even live in the same state?
I think they are just two people,
different as two people can be,
the fact that their skin tones are close
doesn’t make them ‘community.’
They speak of the ‘gay’ community,
and obsess of that three percent,
as if there’s some great unity,
amongst ranks of gents who like gents.
But again the same fact comes up,
when you look at a person gay,
really, do any two of them
ever at or think the same way?
I’ve met gay men so flamboyant
you would think them a stereotype,
and others who love beer and sports,
normal guys, just different at night.
I’ve seen lesbians so masculine
they can out-bro the broest frats,
and fashionable ‘gay’ women
who dabble, then to men go back.
Am I to think all these people
can be rolled up in one lump sum?
That they care more for other gays
then for family, or straight loved ones?
I do not think it works like that,
the whole notion just leaves one vexed,
gayness isn’t a 'community,'
it’s just a fondness for the same sex...
CONCLUDES IN PART II.
Categories:
lefties, community, confusion, family, friend,
Form:
Rhyme
A different land exists somewhere,
Where lefties are the norm.
The lefty side considered there,
Is standard for the form.
Lets say, someone, you go to meet,
And then extend a hand.
But it’s the left, you’ll use to greet,
In all the lefty land.
A lefty golfer’s shopping dream,
For clubs would be abound.
Or you could fit a baseball team,
Where lefty gloves are found.
From right to left, we all would write,
And never more to smear,
The ink our hand collects just might,
On up and disappear.
And think about the kitchen tools,
To fill about your house.
And then you’ll find at all the schools,
A left computer mouse.
And so I dream that there’s a place,
That’s based upon a hand,
And all of us can share a space,
Our little lefty land.
Categories:
lefties, fun, funny, holiday, humor,
Form:
Rhyme
The triumphant South Paw (lefty)
I wanted to use my artistic bent
To a world renowned manufacturer I was then sent
"I want to paint your plates and other things
And learn how to put on the pretty golden rings."
“Hold up your hands, tell me which do you use?”
“Why I’m left handed, I don’t get to choose”
"Oh no" you leave now, you leave from this place
We don’t have left-handers here you are a disgrace."
I held up my hands abashed and in shock
This evil thing of mine was the means of the chop
"No said I, I will not be beat."
"Take me to the head boss, and I will compete."
She marched me in and told him my shame,
"She’s no good to us she’s a lefty, she will be lame."
I held back the tears and said "Look I can do this."
"Just give me a chance please don’t me dismiss."
He picked up his pen and started to write,
He was left-handed too I saw to my delight.
"Give her a chance if she can’t do it she’s out."
He winked at me and said “You’ll show them I don’t doubt.”
“But everything is set up for the right-handed crowd.
Speed is of the essence so lefties aren’t’ allowed."
They took me to the interview and started the wheel
I said no “I’ll do it my way, so I get the feel.”
“You are doing it wrong, that’s going the wrong way”
“Hey you, I’m a lefty and this is OUR day."
I won, I succeeded, and I was the fastest in the shop.
My wage was enormous; I was not for the chop.
Ever since that day there are left-handers there
They now provide lefty’s proper table’s wheels and chairs
This is a true story, no left-handers were alowed because it was paid peacework and evrey things was set up for right handers. There was also a thought that left handers could not do it anyway. I not only proved it in the decorating deparment but in other departments as well and now they set things up for both left and right.
Categories:
lefties, inspirational, life, on work
Form:
Bio
I’m a southpaw,
one of those left-handed,
upside down,
have to curl my arm to write,
backwards individuals,
liv’in-the-left-life
in a right-handed world.
Think It’s easy, e.g.,
being a leftie?
Think again...
we’re out of place at dinners,
have to master backwards scissors,
built specifically for righties and
we are forced to learn everything, in reverse.
We wear permanent spiral wire imprints
on our left arm from trying to pen
our feelings into a right-handed
spiral-bound notebook.
One day, I decided to break the rules
and now all of my journals are written
back-to-front, blowing busybody minds.
Forget writing calligraphy,
a left-handed, oblique set of pen nibs
costs twice what the right-handed ones do
and they are about as elusive as garden gnomes;
what, you don’t believe me?
Try to find a set, I dare ya!
I’ll bet there’s not a store in your town
that stocks them, even though lefties
exist in huge numbers.
I spent 20 years trying to do calligraphy
with a right-handed, oblique pen;
(thank God for the web or
I’d never have found a set.)
In parochial school,
the nuns forced me to
turn my paper to the right;
now I am a half ambidextrous leftie.
This did not set well with my Mother
who wanted me to be the individual that I
was born to be...a leftie.
So, I turn my paper to the right, alright,
curl my arm into a question mark and
write upside down.
but , I play a right-handed guitar.
Categories:
lefties, introspection, poems, poetry, psychological,
Form:
Free verse
I won't be muzzled or silenced
My words will be heard,
The fake Media's so biased
Their coverage absurd.
They spew venom against me
My followers trashed every day,
Yet on this they all seem to agree
Without Trump the bills they can't pay.
With this said and done I got thinking
Why not to control all the news,
This notion gave me the inkling
Build a site to champion my views.
Big and bold, full of stuff
To ensure all my fans are amused,
Talk to be straight, words sometimes gruff
Content to keep all the lefties bemused.
What a great thought, can't wait to start
With this I'll conquer the Earth,
Twitter's old news, I'll tear them apart
Shredding their reach from my turf.
As to the others, what can I say
Watch the real Master perform,
All they can do is whimper and pray
Then hide from my beautiful storm.
Categories:
lefties, allegory, character, humor, political,
Form:
Quatrain
Just because we can’t concur
Doesn’t mean we can’t confer
Yes, the world is in a mess
But that don’t make me Rudolph Hess
They state that soon in every street
There’ll be the stomp of booted feet
And yet the misinformed will tweet
“It’s our new world so don’t you bleat.”
It’s, “If you don’t agree with me,
You’ll get such bad publicity
No radio and no TV
We’ll cancel you Immediately.”
Fresh from school their mind is made
Opinions held shall not be swayed
New rules on a whim and prayer
And we must all be there… or square
Has the world gone truly mad?
Half of it is Leningrad
A fellow with a hasselblad
Takes candid shots of next doors dad
He bought a shiny new Suzuki
Seemingly that makes him kooky
He, perhaps I should remind ya…
Should have bought that car from China
In Britain, Lefties won the day
To many people’s great dismay
Still the left are in a lather
Each, a budding Che Guevara
Lenin’s in my sitting room,
And Stalin’s got a brand new broom
While right outside is Kim Jong Un
And Mao Zedong will be here soon
It’s, “I don’t like your point of view
I’ve got a slug of lead for you,”
We’ll tell the paparazzi too
That you’re a nazi in plain view
It’s, “I am neither he nor she…
So don’t you try to label me
Leave that oil beneath the sea
Just bring some from the UAE.”
They preach about reducing bills
With all those very still windmills
“And from the Sun,” they shout out loud
While disregarding thick black cloud
The gullible will state their case,
“We’re gonna save the human race,
Our climate’s gonna make us fry
You must not fly or we will die.”
Some spread the wealth by looting stores
Then drive home in their four by fours
But then some respite; sadly, brief
It’s summer… They’re in Tenerife
Categories:
lefties, society,
Form:
Rhyme
the choice to see the right
oh my dear, let me
clarify
the difference between the
lefties, let's give it a try
first, we have the liberals,
quite moderate they are
they believe in rights, but
won't go too far.
next, we have leftists, a bit
more extreme
they want to tear the system down at its seams,
revolution is what they seek
to bring about change
their radical views might be
hard to arrange.
and then there's the
left-winger, they're the wild
child
they'll stand on the street
corner and they'll go wild
they'll yell and they'll scream, demanding their due,
and you'll wanna tear
your ears off before they're through.
So, whether it's 1…2…
or even 3,
Fact is, they're all still
crazy to me,
for i choose to stand
on the right,
where truth, and
God's word still count
for something in this world
that's lost its sight!
Categories:
lefties, america, funny, humorous, political,
Form:
Rhyme
We live in a world of many isms
left-handed could be one but isn’t
cus we lefties don’t shout "victim"
when living in a backward system.
Right is right it’s opposite is wrong,
right is right it’s opposite is left.
Left is strong te one that lasts,
left the one you can't get past.
Right need to be in numbers to be strong
as without numbers they’d get it wrong
then be gone before long.
Their opposite left,
outnumbered but with great strength and depth,
though right have dominance 10 to 1,
it's needed cus 1 left is worth 10 of them.
So you may think it’s right to be right
normal and correct,
but right and correct do not mean "best" or perfect,
when a champion is always the one left.
Categories:
lefties, blessing,
Form:
Rhyme
Leftism’s predatory,
they seek out kids in school,
both their minds and their bodies,
with actions bleak and cruel.
Now most teachers are lefties,
overwhelmingly female,
public school sex abuse rates
make even the priests quail.
A month cannot go by
without seeing in the news,
some teacher banging a teen,
another youth abused,
female teachers choosing
naïve boys for their fun…
yet no one seems to much care,
slap the wrist, and it’s done.
Worse still is what they teach,
their politics of hurt,
gay **** in libraries
for six year olds…perverse!
An the endless cases
of telling kids they’re ‘trans,’
spreading this confusion,
another young life damned.
Preaching that their country
is somehow all evil,
because their sick agendas
are still not yet fulfilled,
forgetting all our freedoms,
our striving to be more,
freeing slaves, women’s rights,
we’re running up the score!
Yet they simply ignore that,
teach kids to think by ‘race,’
setting up future conflict,
reproducing the hate.
Acting like scorned crazies
when we tell they can’t
talk of their sex life to kids,
while we all understand
that they’re not really teachers,
their agit-prop monsters,
people, home-school your children,
safe from such predators.
Categories:
lefties, america, conflict, corruption, evil,
Form:
Rhyme
A man gets killed by the police
in a most undeserving way,
we all see it and all agree
they were wrong, and will have to pay.
The president himself sees it
and then sends in the F.B.I.,
to figure out why this happened,
since such behavior cannot fly.
The cop who did it is locked up,
to face what verdict may be found,
and somehow people think this means
they should burn the whole city down?!
As if wanton destruction can
undue something already done?
As if hurting other people will
improve the world for everyone?
As if destroying your own jobs
2ill somehow make everything right?
And not just convince others to
distrust all of you at first sight?
And those criminal stereotypes
that people complain of all the time,
do you think arson and assault
will make those people change their minds?
Do you think people that you hurt
will say,”It’s justified,”when they bleed?
They did nothing to deserve this,
you’re just planting future hate’s seed.
The lefties types may support you,
but eventually, when this all fails,
do you think those politicos
will care much when you rot in jail?
And what of those in your neighborhoods
who seem homes and business destroyed?
You ruin a person’s life work
they’ll be more than a little annoyed.
Since most of these folks are you own,
your fathers, your mothers, your kin,
do you think destroying their lives
could ever somehow be a ‘win?’
You’re not fighting for justice here,
you're just violent, criminal scrum,
we all see you on the TV,
running around as if it’s just fun.
Did Martin Luther King loot towns
when faced with oppression far worse?
Would Jim Crow have been defeated
if he’d acted a violent jerk?
And when the big guns do come out,
you'll find yourselves well and truly f@#ked.
Nothing excuses what’s going down,
you rioters all truly suck.
Categories:
lefties, community, conflict, evil, how
Form:
Rhyme