Best Mandate Poems
Who is deserved of justice
In a nation of self-seekers
Bent upon climbing higher,
Gaining ever greater riches,
Regardless of the slaughter.
Who is deserved of mercy
When destruction of innocence
Lies bleeding on darkened streets,
Boot-marked by the foot of power,
Regardless of their woeful pleas.
Perhaps it will be these sinners,
When looking back upon their lives
See nothing but the door of death
And beg God for His forgiveness.
He has a caring heart, he has the passion
He came to his own, his own accepted him
He came to render selfless service to his people
The burden is upon his solder, he's ready to bear it
He set the vision and he is running with it
He has ran, he's still running, He has ran far and wide
He represents leadership, pragmatic leadership
He has consulted, he has consolidated
He has built bridges, he's set to build more
Then they came, they struck, to disrupt the peace, the peace of our clan
To reset and unsettle, to enthrone mediocrity and moribundity
Why do they enjoy lawlessness, brigandage, thuggery?
Why do they, especially in our clan, enjoy conflicts and unrest?
Why do they take delight in heating up the system?
Why do they like arrogating powers they do not have to themselves?
Why do they like parading about like tin gods? Why? Why? Why?
Are they gods? No they aren't. They are mortals.
No election was held yet a winner emerged - what a farce!
The electorates were denied of their civic rights,
They were disenfranchised by self seeking politicians.
The mandate was stolen, the people's mandate.
Ha! This is an omen, I do not see where this will take us.
Now I see, it will take us to damnation, to destruction,
Except the mandate be restored, the people's mandate.
Ah! I heard a voice saying It shall be restored!
Mother Earth shall help us restore it.
God of the sky shall help us restore it.
The Sun, the Moon, the Stars shall help us restore it.
Ivo, Ohaozara, Onitcha shall restore it.
Though it be stolen, it shall be restored.
The people's mandate shall be restored by the people.
Do the Mandate Polka
Roll out the mandates!
We’ll have a barrel of fun!
Just do the Mandate Polka!
Fauci promised you won’t get
the runs.
He thinks a poke is pure fun?
Just do the Mandate Polka!
So grab a beer and smile broadly.
In a mask, you look just lovely!
It’s only July, but prices are high,
Bicycle Joe is laughing, slapping his
weak thighs.
In sunglasses, forgetful but thinks he’s
so wise?
All of the White House is doing the
Mandate Polka!
Starbucks is now closing, they are
being attacked.
So I’m just here to tell you that,
Mandate Man is back!
All join in, doing the great Mandate Polka!
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7/21/2022
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* Inspired by the song, “The Pennsylvania Polka”….
available on You Tube.!
~ Written at Brandon Falls!~
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To whom does the Jade Emperor,
The Sovereign of the Heavens above,
Bequeath the crown for all the lands,
Under divine clouds and starry skies?
Is it the mighty, scholarly or wealthy?
Is it a man of ancient and royal blood?
Or is it the favored son, a great orator,
Most proud, persuasive and popular?
The truth is: They have no right to rule!
The Mandate of Heaven is bestowed
Solely to those who have cast clean
Their hearts of all avarice, lust and wrath!
For in sagely Confucius’ Great Learning:
All those who wish to uphold the world
Must first be true and order their households,
And those who seek to be true must be pure!
For by eschewing vice and embracing virtue,
Comes a tranquility of heart that allows
One’s erudite inner wisdom to shine bright,
Leading to profound foresight and sincerity!
Only such a person is worthy of authority,
And can banish all woe and bring weal
To all above the earth and under the sky,
Yielding mirth for the minds of many!
All rights released into Public Domain
Guide and guard that mandate
Using all gadgets like a racquet
within the bracket.
Against all bandits and pirates.
Tho' it's after the similitude
of the mantle on Elisha from Elijah
which made the former to sell all his cattle.
Unknown to him, it was a miracle
Luv, retire from that racket
All because you aspire to acquire a rocket.
It may end like a cricket
or lack a backdate to lactate a rebate.
It's beyond a debate amongst your classmate,
roommate or age mate.
It's carrying an expiry date not minding your data base.
Man-date says you are a man with dates.
The deep plot of their craft,
the subtle tyranny in flowery cloak
Greek gift from white house “Doctor”
hoped to be a Hero,
and as the Parthian becomes a Nero by a mandate,
so soon t would be a Zero.
sickly old men in power,
compelling all as slaves,
decrees devoid of wisdom,
quacks science as solutions,
the suggestions of moguls,
the media and Presidents,
corona virus their invention
One Fauchi their spokesman,
WHO their propagandist,
preventing clean oxygen with a mask,
Isolation like a monk,
experimental vaccines their cure,
Our choice ignored,
We should ignore the casualties from the experiment,
Compromise our immune system with a Jab,
despite, the “Bell's Palsy”,
The “Myocarditis”,
the “blood clot”, the “guillain-barre Syndrome”
or whatever the effect in the long run,
Just take the Jabs or Loose your Job,
draconian rules like socialists,
intensified folly of Beijing's bio- terrorism.
Kill me Dictator,
I am not your guinea pig
Reprogramming my mind.
No longer a caregiver,
from now on I shall be overseer.
My words the whip,
these daily tasks a cotton field
of sorts. This child shall feel
calluses on his hands
as he pushes himself
from a lowly existence and
pursues happiness like a
homeless man who missed it.
From embryo to prince,
from idea to fruition, boy to man,
he is my mission.
There once was a man, who came from Penzance,
Who attended, a St. Valentine's dance.
But he soon turned, and ran,
For each guest was a man.
Who were all looking for more, than bromance.
A poet will write once,
a poet will write yet again
And all of the words written therein,
are the sum of the poet's pen
A poet writes about life,
a poet writes about death
And anything a poet writes about
falls between the pillar of those two, more or less
A poet will articulate about life,
real and imagined things conjured from the depths of the mind
A poet will expound upon death,
things regarding finality and closure, obscure and sublime
A poet fashions words about pure imagination,
deep meditative thoughts and rational contemplations
They record oxidized emotions pressed on carbonized clay paper,
they reconstruct ancient eroded events lost in the temporal vapor
A poet will speak of the future,
of things most have yet to conceive
A poet will give essay on the essence of faith,
persuading even some pragmatics to believe
A poet is always awash in words,
making sure that your voice is never unheard
A poet will always bear witness
as to the nature of things
They will always uncover hidden truths
buried in the sands of philosophical musings
This is the authority cosigned to the poet pen
This is the poet's mandate,
their soul offering
At his readiness, medley reduced to romance
Pure patched with strategy, pony Rosinanthe
Slick sleuth rotund from a thousand tutorials
Ideality frisked into quixotic filly deplorable
Avid lover Danton handles haggard hill driven
Hoof throb corruption chorales sin's provision
Ever after mantra mashed into lurid intervals
Putrid piebald frames racecourse, analytical
Etching on ranch entrance, ostler is cognizant
Required for pyxis stamina, rubies resplendent
Camofluer canters to sumer anonymous rural
Damsel plans her Danton's conclusion brutal
Mid August Triumphant Lament
A grand finale here at the gate:
Truth has a way to spark fond feel;
Indulge end play to sync with fate;
Minds move to stay upon goodwill;
Etch memory in time and space;
Live gratitude in a warm touch;
Yield harmony in love we trace.
Meet attitude in vital nudge;
Align sure hearts that echo free;
Notice the queues that tell on you;
Death seeks to art what mandate sees;
Assign to you grateful: "Thank You"...
Today we see as one nation;
Enjoy clearly fond persuasion.
Leon Enriquez
30 March 2015
Singapore
The thirteenth kingdom says that he is the word so great
Born from the king of kings, who gave his dear son a mandate
To enter the world the word formed as it is his fate
The word received glory before he left through heaven’s gate
And entered the flowing waters to quench the powers
Especially their flaming and chaotic desires
But the kingless generation, those children above the stars of night
Whispers that the invisible light chose him to enter the chaos and plight
Chose him from all the eternal realms, to carry five seals of insight
In him was the seed of gnosis, to grow and know the truth and light
“Out of a foreign air and realm, the sun of life appeared in our midst
Christ, the son, chose us to shine in the Pleroma, out of the mist”
My mask
Relaxed
Ate snacks
Played jacks…
Made tracks
The sun, a brass gong,
a brassy, blazing command,
it wakes the world,
with a fiery, golden hand.
The air, a hesitant breath,
in a nascent, cool embrace,
now exhales,
warming with the sun's grace.
The earth, a jade canvas,
in emerald light, it lies,
dappled, vibrant,
shimmering under golden skies.
The trees, a verdant legion,
stand tall,
reaching for the sun's rays,
in an arboreal, vibrant thrall.
And then, a slow descent,
the sun, a tilted coin,
it's light, a slanting fire,
on a canvas, now stained with wine.
The earth, in ochre draped,
hushed, in golden afterglow,
embraces the waning sun,
as shadows lengthen, softly grow.
The wind, a sigh of cool air,
brushes the twilight sky,
with the day's farewell,
as night's curtain begins to lie.
And on the tongue, the lingering taste,
of sunlit warmth,
a fading, sun-kissed sigh,
a promise of dawn, in the heart of the night.
New York City workers
Must be vaccinated or
If they show up for work, they will
Be firmly shown the door.
I’m heartened by this mandate
And especially in schools.
It’s time to bid farewell to all
The anti-vaxxer fools.
We’ve all been pricked for smallpox,
For measles and the mumps
And whooping cough and polio
(And sometimes on our rumps!)
So suck it up and take the shot,
Those missing jabs and swabs,
For you’ll be safer and, of course,
You’ll get to keep your jobs.