Best Libertarian Poems
Sometimes I think the way we view the world is a little antiquarian
for instance we have words to label everyone…from Capricorn to Sagittarian…
Take Deborah and I…we don’t eat meat…we are proudly vegetarian
though occasionally we will eat fish…which makes us pescatarian.
and since we’ve been known to eat a burger…we are most assuredly hypocritarian.
however we do not care what you eat…because we’re not authoritarian.
And though we believe in eating food that is predominantly agrarian
we know it doesn’t matter what you eat…if you are humanitarian.
It doesn’t matter if you are straight or gay…black, white or Hungarian.
If you’re Democrat, Republican, Independent or Libertarian.
It doesn’t matter…if you’re Catholic, Muslim or Sectarian
If you’re a doctor, or a lawyer…a dentist…a Veterinarian…
It doesn’t matter the type of music you like…rap, pop or opera that’s Wagnerian
or how you like your donut cream…whipped…butter…or Bavarian.
I think it’s time to apologize and end this poem
for I have shamefully become aware…
I can’t remember where I was going with it…
and, I imagine you…no longer care.
But let me end with these two hopes…
that you are not a strict grammarian…
and that we all may someday live…
in a world…
egalitarian.
A born disciplinarian
Should have been a librarian
Shame about her crazy wit
Not everyone understands that bit
An avid libertarian…
Contest: Zodiac Race
Placed: 8th
We are sisters we are cousins
We are friends who have no limits
We don’t know color race or creed
We live in harmony
We have boundaries we use respect
But we don’t wear blue suede shoes
You draw the line and tow it well
We often cross each others
Proudly bitches save the heat
Heart of tigress take the meat
Mostly brave some afraid
One in hate another spayed
As sex would have it we are non
You know what they do to us
Awake at four to check the door
At five we’re still alive
Is sex the same as gender
We have neither we don’t care
Is race the same as color
We have both we still share
If that is yours and mine is none
Can we not still shout it loud
Can we walk on one fine earth as friends
Can we shine and still be proud
Of feline femininity
Affectionate but fair
Of credence to no solemn cause
Nor fear of fleeting dare
Of canine fierce audacity
Much faithful to a friend
On guard with all tenacity
What treasure to defend
Slaven to no other
Libertarian are we
We have masters but they love us
They will always keep us free
Our other cousin she’s a gem, she doesn’t live around here
But if and when she comes to town, we’ll put flowers in our hair
Enjoy the music here.
http://mike-martin.net/The Girls
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Let me begin by declaring
a well known cliche:
our skin does not define us,
nor does our place of birth
define our worth.
And yet we are scattered
across the globe,
sometimes whole oceans,
separating us.
We see countless borders
that man has made
serving the purpose
of temporal order.
And what a fickle creature
is this race of Man.
With flags speared into the sand,
time and time again.
You wonder what it's all coming too,
to what possible end?
Taking ganders at the past,
looksies at the ancient,
never hurt a soul.
If we don't know the origins
how can we hope to devise a goal?
Some say these lines in the sand
divide us so - but is this true?
Does it not show respect for your fellow man:
your way is not my own,
but, please, if you will,
let me share my truth
and you do the same.
I believe in the Sovereignty of Nations,
the Allegiance of mini-Kingdoms.
I believe that Charity, however well spun, with the best of intentions,
cannot be coerced with sticks and stones,
that archaic method - it must be written on our hearts,
on our very souls. Not in the Manuscripts of Man
will you find such power as the one pumping in our veins.
To Salvation's Sky, to our Savior's Loving Stare,
Rules and Regulations will never take us there.
Legislated Robbery does not compassion make,
for it only serves to pin
Neighbor against Neighbor,
Gender against Gender.
How can human freedom be so readily forsaken
with the perilous pens of other fallible men?
We are One People,
One Race, flying the
banner of peace and love.
No one desires war,
no one willingly
looks for discord.
And yet here we are:
fighting battles
that none can afford.
The chaos of the earth
is the collective reflection
of the Human Heart.
If you want change to occur
that's a fine place to start.
NOTE: I like to think of myself as a hardcore libertarian with a strong moral fiber. I don't always agree with the absurd antics of others, but recognize that people have a right to make their own bad decisions.
Humble,
Rudimentary,
Comfortable clutter to abate fears of agoraphobic stumbles,
A 4x4 white-washed landscape provides the perfect artistic study.
Claustrophobic,
Artificial,
The clean floors become lava so I've practiced my aerobics,
Ugh my artistic inspiration is siphoned by this unfortunately accurate description, an obstinate mockery of my work, look at it sitting there all pompous yet still so superficial.
Blank canvas,
Infinite utensils,
Every little "mess" perfectly fills settles in its stanza,
Of graceful brushstrokes and triumphant crescendos to form my easel.
Insufferable antithesis,
Genocidal doctrine,
Insidiously contagious and unbearably loquacious,
Infecting homes content in their mediocrity and ensembles' sheik rebellious fashion.
A standoff at high noon,
Between libertarian creativity and authoritarian germophobia,
Both sides claiming a fair fight between equal rivals yet they both undermine each other through sabotage and flaunt their charm like geisha,
Who shall I choose?
Eh, I'll figure it out in the morning.
It's okay to be white,
it's okay to be brown,
it's okay to be Asian
hailing from Shanghai town.
It's okay to be Jewish,
or of the Christian sort,
or be an agnostic,
not know what to exhort.
It's okay to be woman,
it's okay to be male,
no, you are not toxic,
despite the endless wails.
It's okay to be right-wing,
or libertarian,
okay to learn from others,
or be contrarian.
Okay to be a long-hair,
or have a close-cropped skull,
okay to make your own calls
as an individual.
When Identitarians
go tell you what to feel,
it's okay to flip them off
and make the bastards squeal.
Between two parties Ron Paul openly stands,
a Libertarian running for the GOP nomination.
Wealthy Mitt Romney stealthily switches brands;
a liberal disguised as a Republican I’ll shun.
*For Gwen's Chastushka contest
If I were an elephant...
I would not be holding my head very high.
After this past November's debacle
I don't even know if I could try.
Some would venture to call me a Jackass...
In truth, that is not so.
I could not be one of those who are followers
of where she wants this country to go.
I certainly could not be the Hulk...
And live in a world of green.
Although they did have some good ideas
Their strengths are yet to be seen.
If you ventured to label me Libertarian...
I would take offense indeed.
I am sure that they have true intentions
but of them I have no need.
You would be wrong to call me a Progressive...
Although sometimes I wish I could be.
Progressives want us to look forward
but there is so much that they don't see.
Now, all of these parties have to follow me...
Many of them have already raised a shout.
They'll still have to follow my lead
as the election has POOPED them out.
I am, however, left unsatisfied...
because there are no statesmen left to whom I can vent.
I am wondering what Honest Abe would think of the GOP
Would he want to be an elephant...
12/10/16
Delegate Math
Mitt won the homeland and the state nearby
Cashed in Ohio knowing twas do or die
But he could not manage a knock out punch
So Tuesday did not ruin any body’s lunch.
Newt worked main street and picked a Georgia peach
It tasted good but to Tampa will not reach
Hopes Alabama tide will roll his way
Promises he is in the race to stay.
In Virginia Paul had Mitt to himself
Can’t put this contrarian on the shelf
He will march on in libertarian style
Take his stance in the convention aisle.
Rick now loves the Tennessee volunteers
Surprise win in North Dakota brought cheers
Oklahoma was a star in the southwest
Cowboy boots look nice with his sweater vest.
So the party will not be over soon
It will continue till Utah in June
In meantime we will do delegate math
And seek not to spew each other with wrath.
My mind is like a Republican,
My heart is like a Democrat,
I move like independent,
My vision is like a Green Party,
My limits are more libertarian,
What I see in myself,
I am democracy.
You may be
a free market person - a libertarian
You mat be a socialist of some kind
You may be hard at work
You may be looking for employment
You may be rich
You may be poor
You may be a Moslem, Jew, Christian
Confucian, Buddhist
or one of the multiple creeds in the world
Whatever you are
I think you should read some verse
My late father said it teaches you how to feel
Well, I guess he was right
So pick up a book of verse
or go on line to a poetry web site
Or better yet
write some of your own verse
Yes better yet....
Peace to all readers of these words
like some sorority or fraternity house
left the sanctified righteous West Wing
with powder puffs sans canisters
of pepper spray, whereby
most docile, humble, and liberal took a page
from playbook of Pandora, and took an aimless swing
at the root cause of melee by hurling objet’s d’art
at the pompous trump ping
Septuagenarian, whose platoons of goons
rent asunder peoples against their king
the donnybrook heathen, whose remarks
against libertarian rubric that made America great
wantonly reviving prejudices declared dead
from yesteryear and his attempt to bring
back the glory days, when Whistler Blowers
getting water boarded and aching
deigning to implement dictatorship
of the Proletariat as a capital idée fix
weaving together, the salient strengths
viz founding fathers credo gave licks
to King George, and now in an ironic
twist and shout of fate through eclectic mix
basket of deplorables further shamed
by being routed by the New York Nicks
sewed jaws, heads of state, and dignitaries
with limping bodies spent like derricks
Oil used up and no place to go except
to keep Alice Cooper Company with toys in the attics.
Can you atone for murder,
And so can you atone for Thatcherism?
What libertarian negates the government,
For weighty Bupa's stamp of cheque?
The nanny Chunnel lifted that steely neck,
Hidden by pearl and flick of speech,
To hint at EU community relationship,
With the recompense of criminal friendship.
Keep EU citizens in the country,
Keep them here for prosperity,
Both for reasons economic and social,
Because our emotions are convivial;
Don't let accent condemn in tone,
Because dialect also insists on difference,
Whether you be friend or fighter,
For common wealth and happiness.
Brilliant for sure
Perhaps an enigma
Monotony’s cure
Cultural stigma
Secure transactions
Visions of Mars
Free-speech imperatives,
Self-driving cars
Staunch libertarian
Doge crypto bump
But buying a Tesla?
That’s voting for Trump
when Democrats outliers gnashed
teeth, and nonestablishmentarian outlaws
pistol whipped and hashed
tagged traitors who roared America
went bankrupt at sold at fire sale price slashed
when Donald Trump ran the country
into the ground evidenced by Molotov Cocktails residue
in concert with the sulfuric odor of hand grenades trashed
like some sorority or fraternity house
left the sanctified righteous West Wing
with powder puffs sans canisters
of pepper spray, whereby
most docile, humble, and liberal took a page
from playbook of Pandora, and took an aimless swing
at the root cause of melee by hurling objet’s d’art
at the pompous trump ping
Septuagenarian, whose platoons of goons
rent asunder peoples against their king
the donnybrook heathen, whose remarks
against libertarian rubric that made America great
wantonly soup peer egg go whist tickly
reviving prejudices declared dead
from yesteryear and his attempt to bring
back the glory days, when Whistler Blowers
getting water boarded and aching
deigning to implement dictatorship
of the Proletariat as a capital idée fix
weaving together, the salient strengths
viz founding fathers credo gave licks
to King George, and now in an ironic
twist and shout of fate through eclectic mix
basket of deplorables further shamed
by being routed by the New York Nicks
sewed jaws, heads of state, and dignitaries
with limping bodies spent like derricks
Oil used up and no place to go except
to keep Alice in Chains and
Alice Cooper Company with toys in the attics.