Best Lobbying Poems
Cricket, symbol of good luck
Chirping at night like duck
Mantis, jaunting and pray
Lobbying and munching a honey prey
Politics in the USA on a downward spiral
Overworked anthems saturated with denial
Contemplating this stalling and lobbying
Makes me wonder why things are happening
All we have left is a vote counted right
Constituents unite to kindle their light
Learn about who is the correct candidate
Those making every choice for each state
Upon the transit city streets
Where all the faces seldom meet
and hands are seldom held in greet
as ears and eyes avoid hungers reek
Who clamors for the hungry born?
While food is stuffed in fattened heads
delivered from thoughts of those unfed
while on the corner just up ahead
a man sits, weary, worn…
Corporations greedy towers
Counting coup and gaining power
Diamonds on their loved ones shower
Thousand dollar suits empower
Who offers hope for poor’s new born?
Unpaid a worthy wage to each
their monthly bills in hope to meet
Body hungry, so kids can eat
A man sits, weary, worn…
Fists clasping hold to wallets tight
Gathering things, their given right
Reaching always for richer heights
Employees grieve, though not in sight
Who suffers, man, poor wages born?
When unattained, money sought
Though fair wages are clearly bought
a paycheck, cashed, is stretched too taunt
A man sits, weary, worn…
Hiding funds in a foreign land
Tax evasions rape sovereign sand
Lobbying to hold the wealthy hand
Meager sums paid retirement plans
Greed begets the poor wages born
while feet get wet for need of shoes
Though they smile, hearts sing the blues
When second job hopes come unglued
A man sits, weary, torn…
On 08/31/14 I declared this 4 day undertaking completed. I’ve tweaked to the best of my ability. The rhyme scheme was not the challenge, it was the meter I found hard to follow through in each verse. Not anywhere near what I consider the best of my scribbles but here it is !!
Americans For Fair Elections
Who is it now that pays the way,
Of politicians gone astray,
And who now will pave the way,
For that which they were paid,
We are Americans who stand true and proud,
Witnessing incredible devastations,
So we shout our mantra strong and proud,
We are 'Americans For Fair Elections'!
One contribution from those who vote you in,
Is all a candidate should be able to get.
To fund a political race to represent,
America for the people within their District,
People who no longer have a voice,
People now easily disregarded,
Who now find they have less of a choice,
Than when this democracy started,
No more party or government matching fund,
No special interest groups or big business,
All lobbying our district reps one by one,
And deciding who will lead our districts
These contributions have stolen our choices,
And all that we Americans hold most sacred,
These powers have now stolen our voices,
And our democracy now sits degraded,
We 'Americans For True Representation',
Now must take action and take back the reins,
We 'Americans For Fair Elections'
Must now rid ourselves of these stains,
And with the help of our fellow Americans,
We shall return the power to the people,
With every one of us taking a stance,
For together we are indeed powerful,
Through calls, letters, and petitions,
Once again we will make our voices heard,
Offering no retreat and no concessions,
We remain staunch and true to our word,
So be warned you who stand in our way,
For we will remember those with questions,
And those who will stand with us this day,
As 'Americans For Fair Elections'
Please visit 'Americans For Fair Elections' dot com,
And help us to pass the word of this movement on,
Or forward this poem penned by My Gull Wheels On,
a.k.a. Michael Wilson, Your fellow American!
Welcome to the promised land
there is a neutral gate
No need to prove identity
for that's considered hate
Somewhere south of our beliefs
implanted in your brain
The notion that you're truly owed
a life in our domain
Not accepted by the mass
you're still not turned away
Buses waiting for you now
you catch them any day
Choose a place that you desire
they will, help you find work
You know, you have priority
big labor is your perk
Five million permits printed up
they'll pass one out to you
Citizens won't get the jobs
they're pushed aside, it's true
Chamber of Commerce lobbying
to bring the masses here
They lobby hard with everything
the citizens should fear
One day they're going to look around
and see their country's gone
No one to answer, for the mess
"The coming of the dawn".....
"See: A Marriage Worthy, Letters Offered to an Aching Bride"
See
The blood of man
drips from his fingers
note the true
Son of Man
No loud crimson
cardinal feathers
gently caressing
psalming minds
No White Hat
nor flag in hand, yet
Purple hearted
when War came
carrying in his
arms crucifixion
nails for bullets
in palms holy human
outstretched
lobbying armies
and splitting sides
dripping red, and
blue bruised, the once
good book holders
debating defense
four seraphim and
their regiments
glistening oily black
misunderstood magi
with their presents
now fierce and hell bent
whirling dervish
baptising all those
heaven sent
dripping their fire
burning gold,
myrrh and frankincense
transfusing the just
the bled out pacifists
now all undressed
Holy Sees truth
for what it means
now all unblessed
the stripping of brides
standing firm
in their pure virginal beliefs
they come hymn singing
riding astride
the four horsemen
caught up in
a marriage
worthy
of an honour guard
attention arching
Apocalypse
The 3 unsealed
slow letters offered
to an aching bride
to freely choose
her husband’s
best side
(LadyLabyrinth / 2020)
"If you close your eyes
and you pick a side
Will you follow blindly
into the darkness?
If you close your eyes
and you pick a side
Will you find yourself
broken and heartless?
In a world on fire,
in a world on fire"
"If in some smothering dreams,
you too could pace
Behind the wagon
that we flung him in,
And watch the white eyes
writhing in his face,
His hanging face,
like a devil’s sick of sin;
If you could hear,
at every jolt, the blood
Come gargling from
the froth-corrupted lungs,
Obscene as cancer,
bitter as the cud
Of vile, incurable sores
on innocent tongues,—
My friend, you would not tell
with such high zest
To children ardent
for some desperate glory,
The old Lie:
Dulce et decorum est
Pro patria mori."
(excerpt Wilfren Owens -
"Dulce et Decorum Est")
Another shooting
more innocent children dead
guns for everyone
more families left grieving
NRA now lobbying
*Authors note: Be prepared for the inappropriate use of a fork. (Shelter your children.) Proper and Improper soup matters and manners are explored. Legal interpretations and fears surrounding the viewing of and consumption of soup are lightly touched on and on display for the shock value, pleasure, entertainment and amusement of all. (The author here is lobbying for the use of spoons...as well he should.)
I Hate Soup
I hate soup!
No I don't
I love soup
Get your story straight
We are going before the judge today
He or she is probably judgmental
If they hate you more than the soup
I don't know what They'll do
If they love soup you can only pray for leniency
Claim insanity
It is only a lost day in court
Stay away from name brands before the law
Keep it simple
It is safer not to say Campbell's
Lipton is forbidden
You are being charged with complicity
Watching a full fledged felony in action
In broad day light is more than a misdemeanor
Someone dared to eat, to slurp their soup in public
Sipping it in plain view is a capital offense
On top of that a fork was used
Why oh why did you dine at the Greasy Spoon
What bad timing… What bad news
Now you have to pay
Soup crimes are severe in the light of day
Penalties for watching are much more graver
Not reporting it is simply crazy
I hate soup
I love soup
It does not matter
I'm being sued
Enea Gets the Red Hat
Finally, he's getting somewhere.
Fifty years of age and almost crippled,
prematurely aged, but at last,
sweet recognition rains down
on the poet. Kneeling before Calixtus,
he accepts the Cardinal's hat.
Fancy that.
With every triumph, we're swept nearer Hell.
Each anthem that we sing's a kind of knell.
No matter what we get, or grab, or gain,
we're human, and our lot is death and pain.
Both Frederick and Ladislas
had to do a lot of lobbying
(Calixtus was a Borgia, after all:
and family is family.) Por fin,
esta elevado. Behold the scene.
Frederick with his back to us
and Ladislas holding on to him
(shouldn't that be the other way round?)
deserve their pride of place.
The seething swell of humans
swirls around the little altar,
but can't budge it.
The clear-cut marble doesn't give.
What is the painter telling us?
Men move, and flow, and live, and go,
but soon or later, their
energy is spent?
The Church is permanent?
Regard the four main players,
the upper crust of Mankind's many layers,
yet each one a loser clone.
Calixtus took the throne
already old, and singing one stale tune
(and that, corrupt!)
He didn't use a long spoon
when he supped.
There's Frederick, the Emperor,
a joke. Bullied by his minions,
unhappy, hapless, broke.
And Ladislas, a king without a kingdom,
a cock without a crest,
he's Frederick's long-term guest
(another kind of jest).
A prisoner -- or let's say, at home,
he and Frederick make a palindrome:
august additions to this Pleasure Dome.
Enea: worn out, homesick, ill.
Surviving now on sheer will.
Is that Nature's tonsure, or Man's?
He's kept alive by feverish plans
to mount a Great Crusade --
but we all know it won't be made.
Two rigid windows and an altarpiece.
The Trinity? (The painting is the Holy Ghost.)
Or are those plain, framed panes
the Empire and the Papacy?
You think we're reading too much in?
We point you to one subtle artist's touch.
The youth, right-centre, in the azure cloak,
who's smirking at some "only-I-know" joke:
head cocked, as if he's watching all, askance:
he finds the dainty, double-dealing dance
amusing. Isn't he Rafael?
Hatted like some crimson Cardinal,
he's watching how they rise up, how they fall.
He's waiting, calmly, to inherit all.
I will not be silenced, we have no right to kill the innocents
The Seventh Commandment says, “You shall not murder!”
I am saying we have no right to these instruments of murder,
for assault-style weapons are manufactured solely for killing.
When we go deer hunting, do we take an assault weapon?
I think not! We take the appropriate gun made for hunting.
Why do we take pride in owning a weapon used in mayhem?
Do we get a perverse pleasure out of its power, possibly?
Is it, perhaps, a manly thing? I doubt many women own one.
Today, somewhere in the U.S.A., a child will shoot a friend,
probably unintentionally, but the friend will be lost forever,
and, the child will be devastated by what he/she has done.
[According to Vox, Australia confiscated 650,000 guns.
As a result, murder and suicide rates “plummeted.”]
From what I can tell, the rest of the world is stunned by our
indifference to gun control. They simply do not understand.
I, too, am flabbergasted that we are unwilling to stand up,
for our children’s sake, while school shootings proliferate.
It grieves me that I gave most of my life to the ministry, and
most lobbying for these guns call themselves Christians!
I believe Jesus is weeping today.
written May 26, 2022
This fool doth not consider himself wise,
writing paltry poetry difficult
to read and/or actualize
methinks perusers of great literature
snub nose how I miserably advertise,
laughable attempt to aerobicise
fifty plus shades of gray matter
lobbying showy words agonize
zing effort perhaps best to cauterize
near petrified glob - boon
for scientists to analyze
baffling laboratory technicians
unusual crenulations
a profound surprise
pitiful peremptorily doth apologize
unlike verbalization feasible
after webbed whirled fist size
terra incognita reveals numbskull years
wrought yours truly to anesthetize
smelting, squelching,
and suppressing emotions
scored how tree rings annualize
environmental conditions definite
premature imp of the pervert
poe fella lifetime channels,
where bullies did antagonize
upon death requested autopsy authorize
zing eager scalpels to apprize
miniature dried river bed
formerly streams of consciousness
lake never seen before engendering
crowdsource to hypothesize
baffling every expert,
how terrible fate did baptize
ala lemony snicket series
of unfortunate events
multiplied power bajillion times
number only Google could surmise
obvious tell tale signs did brutalize
as if smacked upside the head
one unfortunate gladly apparently
suffered maelstroms of armageddon size
poet chars evidently
succeeded to burglarize
more successful than Watergate
psychological ploys hackers
noninvasively did cannibalize
(perhaps bored furloughed
government employees)
albeit noninvasively deeming
imposible to canonize
resultant cerebral corpus
understandably did capsize
entire body politik (Democrat)
faced, booked on hatred did demonize
verbal assaults indicate
suffering did caramelize
cerebrum, cerebellum and brainstem
resembling burnt offering
impossible to categorize
glommed hardened integument colleagues
hard pressed to characterize
highly rendered anomaly,
hence unfair to criticize
erratic schizoid personality disorder
quite evident amyloid plaques
did significantly crystalize
definitely explain aberrant quirks
resultant incessant emasculation
unquestionably led him to demoralize.
Where are our young people now
Why are they not storming the gates
Perhaps they are being taught that
Ukraine's fight is not linked to their fate
Where are the defenders of freedom
Why are they not storming the gates
Perhaps they think their blood is redder
that Ukrainians' lives don’t matter…
Tens of millions should be marching on Washington
demanding to arm Ukraine with more missiles and guns
Ukraine has the skill and the will to defeat Russia and Putin
~ Just give Zelenskyy* what he needs; his men will do all the shootin’
Stop Russia now; help keep Ukraine free
Don't let Putin, allied with Xi, start World War Three
_________________________________________________________
*Volodomyr Zelenskyy, President of Ukraine, who has been lobbying for
more armaments from the US for over a month now.
Early dawning of The Season,
Close knit, yet far sighted.
That jazz trio and song in the shadows,
Lobbying One Hope, and One Light.
A watchful gaze, piercing darkness,
The eye of the night, mesmerizing in fullness.
The sweep of The Spirit,
Soaking, saturating…sequestering silence.
Staring in stark realization,
A clouded conscience, childish chagrin.
The train of temperament, eluding its own path,
And unto its own.
Woeful remorse, within hapless emptiness
I shudder.
For if Thou hasten Thy Hand,
Will I be ready for Heaven.
http://after-tim.blogspot.com
This game of killing is no longer
Safe in our heart of hearts.
This game of looting is no longer safe to
Hear in our society, change and change!!
We no longer dream of disposing innocent
Babies in the heaped dustbin in the street.
We are tired of lobbying and craving for our own
Selfish pocket when others are hungry and sad.
We are quiting from backbiting and bribery because
The eyes of the people are now on us breaking us.
We are sick of looking at the poor spread out in the streets because they seek help and future.
Help us find a way, this game is no long safe with us.
Tell those unfriendly friend that enough is enough,
Those who conquers, defeat and caged our soul
With evil that we can't come out from that the game, it is over between us, we can't continue with this.
Look not at us, emissaries of destruction; we are blind with the work you gave to us in the darkness.
You are giving us reasons to frown and brown,
This game of corruption is no long safe in our hands.
Enough is enough of this "Yes sir" always!
Give us freedom to breath and bright!
Enough of this baberic act against our own people!
You that wears smile as if you are happy with us,
We are leaving this game to your dead hands.
You that rape our dignity and give us sorrow;
This game is no longer safe in our righteous hands.
We are breaking away, we are calling it quit now!
You that empty our stomachs to feed yours;
We can't do this job again, our conscience is against us.
If we could delight in everyone with kindness
Our world will be peaceful, never alienating
The ideals and hopes of women, children,
As the freedom of life is a man’s birthright :
Yet, swindlers deceive people who seek
A better tomorrow which is fair, dignified
Respecting not their value of equal opportunity…
But greed malice leaves hopeful dreamers
Sinking in the fissure of broken nights,
Traded like cattle, reduced as slaves, lowly brides
While human trafficking lurks unresolved
A barter, a cruel deal of society’s infraction:
Though I join lobbying for deprived citizens,
Grease of billion dollars hide this ruthless transgression
Why? Why? For bribery offered is intoxicating, enticing,
At the expense of God’s daughters and captive sons.
John Hamilton’s Social Injustice Contest
Written 4/11/2018