Best Maduro Poems
The USA is not perfect
never has been
never will be
Unlike Russia, which has
‘no alcohol problem’
‘no civil disobedience’
‘no LGBTQ populace’
Not to mention no truth in the
information it disseminates to
suckers around the world...
Yes, indeed, the USA is not perfect
not with George Washington
the 1700’s slaveholder (gasp!)
on our currency, not to mention
Susan B. Anthony, who was proudly
anti-abortion, pro-life – for shame, for shame!
~ Our ignominious past consigns us to eternal penance ~
Unlike Libya, where an ancient slave trade flourishes
to this very day: Muslims enslaving black Christians
which does not fit the media’s narrative
so most people aren't aware of it
and the rest don’t care about it
Unlike Afghanistan, where the repression of the 'Old Taliban'
is now fully in place under the ‘Newer, More Gentle Taliban’
or Syria, whose butcher of a ruler has made refugees of half his
citizenry, gassing thousands of others with chemical weapons…
But yes, indeed, the USA is not perfect
Never has been
Never will be
Let us forever grovel in abasement to all the tin-horn dictators of the world
not to mention our home-grown squadrons of regressive radical progressives
Down with Jefferson, Lincoln, Grant, Teddy Roosevelt, Truman and Reagan!
Up with Omer, Tlieb, Pressley, Sanders, AOC, Corey Bush, Schiff, Nadler...
Long live Maduro, Castro, the Mullahs, Xi, bin Salman, Abbas, Gaddafi et al!
Lies are Truths Might Makes Right Facts are Opinions
1 9 8 4
Israel and Palestine duel, as Iran pulls the strings
Abiding under the rule of the Country with the wings
As Russia looks down Turkey is twisting in the wind
All seeking one crown or just the chance to rescind
As Trump stokes the fire, Maduro concedes to Putin
Netanyahu's situation now dire, separation so thin
And as China stands by harvesting lands procured
Isis continues to try yet no land has been secured
With Libya falling apart as the Sudan follows suit
Each actor and his part following the precise route
Just as the Bible had said as it all falls into place
Man would rather be dead than accept God's grace
Watch that eagle with wings, watch what he'll do
The deal that he brings a peace deal made for two
Then after three and a half years as the Bible said
Realizing their worst fears those of the living Dead
Ezekiel 38
Luke 21:28
When you see these things begin to take place, stand up and lift up your heads, because your redemption is drawing near.
PROFESSOR SILA, VICTOR SINCLAIR, AND ROCKY PATEL
were scheduled to visit ARTURO FUENTE at the DREW ESTATE in ASHTON.
However, the count of MONTE CRISTO stopped their trip at SAN MIGUEL
because of the possibilty of BROCATUS intercepting them and searching
them for PIRATE'S GOLD near the GRAYCLIFF off the ISLA DEL SOL.
He had the ROBUSTO to use a TORPEDO on their ship,
the PRESIDENTE CHURCHILL.
Their friend ALEC BRADLEY had heard of the plan while
speaking with DON PEPIN GARCIA as they were both seeking
VEGAS GOLD by playing BACCARAT. "AVE MARIA",
he cried..."what can we do but try to warn them."
However, they were already at sea, and the only way to reach
them was PERDOMO which was transmitted by DAVIDOFF
in a ROBUSTO BELICOSO manner. It took nearly 60 RINGS,
but he finally reached ROMEO Y JULIETA who then passed
their message via OLIVA on the PUROS INDIOS which
was sailing near CORONA.
He had been a member of the GURKHA brigade in WWII,
and given the CU-AVIAN, summoned his comrades
PADILLA, MACANUDO, and MADURO to help him stop
this attempt in the NUB. Using a DIESEL TORO, they
successfully sent a signal over the LA PERLA HABANA Mountains,
where DON RAFAEL stopped the DOMINICAN MADURO MELEE.
For the uneducated, all CAPS are names of Cigars, Cigar Companies,
or related to the industry.
America enters not as shepherd,
but as wolf cloaked in justice.
You called Chávez tyrant,
you brand Maduro a trafficker—
yet your own markets drink the poison
you pretend to purge.
O America, double-tongued master of shadows,
you strike ships in waters that belong to none,
and proclaim yourself the law.
But power without restraint breeds fear,
and fear sharpens the knives of the forgotten.
The South remembers.
The poor remember.
You beat them, mock them, steal their bread,
and name it order.
Every empire that scorns the weak
will find the weak no longer bow.
Maritime law you violated,
the covenant of nations you broke.
Your hand strikes like a mafia lord,
not a leader of men.
The world watches, trembling—
yet taking note:
the bully tires,
the crowd grows bold.
History writes slowly,
but writes in iron.
Venezuela weeps now,
but her tears are seeds.
And the dog you thought chained forever
prepares to rise.
Remember, America—
every throne is mortal,
and every day of glory
has its dusk.
Pies Politics And Birds
300 lbs. can’t hide my weight from stealing pies from bakeries
But I need my pies and will not be deprived
A warm pumpkin pie slides inside my shorts
Blueberry and cream go in the back and sides
A large slimy apple and a peach fit beneath my shirt
Icy against my thick hairy chest; is a little messy
Then a cheese cake stuffed inside my socks
As I waddle to the door to make an invisible escape
Ninja like and subtle, hoping no one sees my size
The baker stops me at the door
Questions why I’m stealing all his pies
Good sir, you are mistaken I assure you!
I am a politician on a mission
Gathering crumbs for my constituents
There are birdies just outside as clear examples, who adore me
Sir, do you realize who you are talking to?!
I am the president of Venezuela, former bus driver par excellence
Appointed and anointed by Hugo Chavez himself before he died
I have evidence; see for yourself at this address
http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2013/04/03/nicolas-maduro-hugo-chavez-little-bird_n_3007965.html
I kid you not
Here I am speaking to the former dead leader today on national TV
He has taken on the form of a very little bird
Speaking fluent through his tiny beak to me
In Spanish, Parakeet and sparrow, Spanisparrowkeet for short
Therefore you cannot have me arrested, that’s for sure
I am the law and former bus driver of the people for the people
Now as president, I place pies in my shirts and shorts
Stay clear from me or I will start a war
Starting with your store
Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez
There’s a new kid in town in DC
With an old and tired philosophy
To make everything free’s what she says
Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez
With a theory of life adolescent
In which everyone wins prize and a present
You should not need to work, so she says
Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez
Let’s have socialism more and more
Though it’s never worked well before
But we’ll do it right this time she says
Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez
If we ban fossil fuels and air travel
And make capitalism unravel
We can live close to her as our res.
With Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez
You ask: “Who is to pay for our stuff
For what’s free and we all get enough?”
Get it all from the rich, so she says
Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez
But how shall we get the wherewithal
When we’ve spent it and there’s a shortfall
We can make it on printing press says
Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez
When the money’s worth nought to avail ya
We’ll live like Cuba and Venezuela
All as happy as Maduro and Chavez
With Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez
Then with no toilet paper and soap
But a liberal helping of dope
You’ll be feeling no pain in your heads
With Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez
Now she’s rich on the gravy train sweet
Politicians, the nouveau elite
We take care of ourselves now, she says
Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez
Would you like as POTUS.: AOC
Though you might be thinking “FOC?!“ *
In a nightmare we dream in our beds
Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez
* FOC = FREE OF CHARGE - What did you think?!
There once was a wonderful magic land
Known for sugar cane, Havana and sand
Then a communist came
Fidel Castro his name
Freedom, the good life, democracy -- banned
Now comes an even gorier story
On wings of socialist oratory
'Maduro-Chavez'
Became the new Prez
Corruption, starvation -- purgatory
A bad virus
has taken state
South America's infection
complicates
Antibiotics
required to kill the germs
Open heart surgery
removes infesting worms
Gang leaders
Of the wild, wild South
"Jail Minds "
Casting spells about
Corrupted elements
Rob the people blind
Not a drop of water
Miseries of every kind
Hearts be strong
Nicolas Maduro falling down
This tyrant's time is done
Venezuela's freedom has begun
Victory's won
Life in Afghanistan must be simply grand
No more news stories on the Taliban
As for Iraq, seems it's quite the democracy
Else the media's engaged in a decade of hypocrisy
And how about sunny Venezuela and President Maduro
No more calls for the head of that stubborn burro
Before you know it, there will be peace in Ukraine
What with war news buried on page fifty-nine
From what I can tell, the world is just swell ~
'Til CO2 emissions from China turn our Heaven to Hell
Oil from Venezuelan leader, Maduro?
No, thanks, he starved his people, not a hero!
3 -11-2022
Ontem
Criamos sonhos,
Realizamos novas viagens da imaginacao!
Inspiramos pessoas num unico pensamento
Para que a luz da vida
Celebrasse um brilho espetacular!
Hoje
Vamos ver o que não foi visto,
ver outra vez o que se viu,
ver na primavera o que será visto no verao,
ver de dia o que se viu de noite,
ver o fruto maduro,
a pedra que mudou de lugar,
a sombra que aqui não estava.
Celebre um mundo novo!
On the slopes of the lush hill
the drowsy magnolias seep
the warm drops of the dew;
they don't expect any rain
for another distant season...
where no hungry lizards creep!
Many of us seek places of harmony,
longing for notes that tantalize emotions,
feeling the caresses of the capricious wind
dispersing the petals of the dogwood trees...
while being captured by the idyllic images
we'll jot down when we'll get very lonely:
and that's something not invented
to feed fantasy, imagination, or folly!
I observe a bold-headed guy walking his dog
and being pulled to various directions,
the chocking beagle needs to get loose
and get wilder than those kids playing,
laughing and throwing pebbles into a river;
will the owner decide to unleash him once,
where there's no danger or menacing raccoons?
He finally lets him loose and the jovial dog starts barking,
chasing the croaking and leaping frogs startled by fear!
The pale-skinned man is getting a blistering sunburn,
having spent two hours without any protection;
he wishes he were swimming in a sea of cool waves,
but he's wearing a maroon cowboy hat and lights
a Colorado Maduro cigar he brought in the town of Lakewood;
he watches its smoke puffs rising high to form a small cloud!
On the slopes of the lush hill
there are no trees, only Daffy-Down-Dillies...
unlike the dandelions down below that bees
avoid when they spot a rascal
Parakeet that feeds on them and bends their stems;
such a scene is rarely seen, never captured by humans!
Israel was ready to go into Gaza city
Trump stopped them, left Hamas in control
Hamas cracked down without pity
Dissidents vanished into a black hole.
They grabbed Khamis Jwifil, his torture was severe
The claimed he stole during the war
They also made influencers disappear
In the basement under a hospital floor.
Trump told Israel to stop attacking Iran
Iranians arrested tens of thousands after that
Their media called for executions to the last man
If that country is ever free, I'll eat my hat.
Trump captured Maduro, citizens cheered in the streets
But Trump didn't want U.S. boots on the ground
The regime arrested those who cheered its defeat
Lots of suffering expected in that crackdown.
A half-assed operation doesn't have much clout.
If you can't go the distance, you must beware
They'll take revenge when they're free from doubt
and cast a wide net for traitors everywhere
If you can't match means to ends
The regime will string you along
you get out, they murder your friends
The world learns the ending of that song.
You've heard that familiar sound
people willing to see others fight wars.
I sure don't want my boots on the ground
But the point is valid, enemies keep scores.
Convite
Convido você
Para ver
Ver o que não foi visto,
ver outra vez o que se viu,
ver na primavera
o que será visto no verão,
ver de dia o que se viu de noite,
ver o fruto maduro,
a pedra que mudou de lugar,
a sombra que aqui não estava.
Hoje faça marcas bem vivas,
lembre de cada ontem
como um sonho bem vívido.
Faça de cada hoje
uma visão de esperança!
De cada amanhã
Um plano de liberdade!
Faça de cada hoje,
lembre de cada ontem,
faça de cada amanhã.
Viva e crie hoje
A sua melhor criação!
Convite
Domingo dia de convite
Convido você
ver o fruto maduro,
a pedra que mudou de lugar,
a sombra que aqui não estava.
Convido você
a fazer de hoje,
uma visão de esperança
de cada amanhã
um plano de liberdade!
Faça de cada hoje,
lembre de cada ontem,
faça de cada amanhã
faça, faça
sempre mais e mais.