Best Mccarthy Poems
There was a time when I was young
To share an era that begun
From music to the fashion trend
TV shows and history
Fads and other mysteries
I saw them all as time moved on
From classic pop to rock and roll
Bill Haley and the Elvis craze
And four years in my Air Force phase
But Jitterbug still hung around
The big bands had that unique sound
Time moved on to start the clock
European cinema
Fellini, Bergman made the mien
And Japan added to the pie
To film The Seven Samurai
Brando, Newman and James Dean
newly captured on the screen
Television's Golden Age
All the programs set the stage
For Gunsmoke and the Twilight Zone
I love Lucy, I married Joan
TV tubes were changed a lot
Wrestling shows were really hot
Mantle, Mays and Robinson
Took baseball to another rung
The coonskin cap and hula hoop
Duck tail hair and snapper soup
I wore one with a thick pomade
And ate the soup that Momma made
My fashion sense left much to judge
As if I had good taste for fudge
Pegged pants with a six inch rise
Ladys skirts were different then
Lengths that came down to their shins
Three inch higher was a sin
Still dirty minds existed then
In Belgium back in 58
I saw an exhibit on that date
The Sputnik with a cute stray dog
was launched so high up in the air
Before the U.S. could get there
Then the race to conquer space
McCarthy hearings, lives destroyed
The Cold War was our only plight
The Commies kept their nukes in check
And Castro entered on the scene
There were no hot wars left to fight
Days still continued as well as night
I share a new millennium
But today the future's not so bright
No more long hand, the laptop's here
Facebook and Twitter have conquered our sphere
The death knell has tolled for how life was then
Rekindle your past and live again
Ralph Sergi February 19, 2015
Decades by Kelly Deschler
Categories:
mccarthy, remember, , cute,
Form:
Rhyme
No more new year resolutions,
no more lie on government restitution,
no republic can survive its dilution
no more pandemic blues,
no more wild-eyed cons[iracy cues
no more revenue that's due,
just a prayer for every ordinary me and you;
give me liberty, opinion and my own discretion
a say in the congressional gridlocked sessions
and give me my freedom of choice,
keep your Beemer, Lincoln, Lexus and Rolls Royce,
help me vote, let me speak my voice;
let me give my fair share
how much do you care
about health, hunger, poverty and medicare,
brother do you have a dime to spare,
is anyone with common sense there?
Where are the children too long missing
who's corporate behinds are you now kissing
what's with all the anger and the hissing,
end these shootings, hate fires the looting dissings
help the homeless and the poor, stop the dismissing
are your senate raging rants just visual political pissing?
Schumer, Pelosi, Manchin, McConnel and McCarthy
what is the point of your political party,
you play your little games of cat and mouse
while nothing is done in Senate or in House?
Get to work, do your jobs
stop the lobby dance and cut the hobnobs,
too long perhaps you hold power
all governments are now, equally soured
while the general population is deflowered.
Categories:
mccarthy, america, angst,
Form:
Rhyme
The Fifties were really and truly not all that square
Though that dullard Dwight D. sat in the Executive Chair
And his frumpy wife Mamie had really bad hair
Matching those dowdy, plain dresses she'd wear ...
While husbands toiled in obscurity for large corporations
The "Ugly Americans," reviled by most other nations
Their stay-at-home wives feeling mostly frustration
Downing "happing pills" daily instead of real medication
Their sons sporting letter sweaters, obedient jocks,
Their daughters in plaid skirts and white bobby socks
Penny loafers and saddle shoes were in for ten years
Along with white levis and coca-cola -- never rum, never beer
Yet how about Krushchev's dust-ups with Tricky Dick Nixon
What about Sputnik 1 and the panic it put us in
And remember George Wallace and old Lester Maddux
Hosing down *******, echoes of Crispus Attucks ...
The rise of brutal pro football threatened apple pie and baseball
Heralding the next decade's premiere spectator sport, i.e., 'spaceball'
Joe McCarthy dug up the dirt of a "red scare's" nitty gritty
In the work of the House un-American Activities Committee
Then there was Rosa Parks refusing to sit in the back of the bus
Championing the yearning for justice in so many of us
And the music, the music, so outrageously wild
Chuck Berry, Richie Valens, the Big Bopper -- that overgrown child
Yes, the Fifties were really and truly not all that square
Though we shan't heed the call of those who'd return us to there
Categories:
mccarthy, conflict, culture, history, myth,
Form:
Rhyme
"Book Worms" Posted 1 Feb 2021
i'm reading a book about anti-gravity I can't put it down
that bio of Led Zeppelin's guitarist is a real Page turner
don't miss this: "Dummies For Dummies" by Charlie McCarthy and Lamb Chop
i'll admit there is a time and place for books in my hand and right now
in one college course we read books about candy the class was Choc Lit
today I got hit on the head by a book I have my shelf to blame
[humor attribution: all humor found online of unknown origin]
"But Weight, There's More" Posted 8 Feb 2021
for some of us during COVID overeating is a weigh of life
when i feel plump i tell myself i'm not overweight, i'm undertall
those who sell books on dieting are living off the fat of the land
darwin's theory of sumo wrestling the survival of the fattest
during lockdown, i'm on the seafood diet i see food, i eat it
i saw my doctor and asked him what kind of shape i'm in he said "pear"
[humor attribution - all were found online, of unknown origin]
"Groucho Marx Edition" Posted 15 Feb 2021
if i said you had a gorgeous body would you hold it against me?
i would never belong to a club that would have me as a member
be open minded but not so open minded that your brains fall out
i never forget a face but in your case, i'll make an exception
i have had a perfectly wonderful evening but this wasn't it
those are my principles and if you don't like them, well, I have others
All humor attributed to the inimitable Groucho Marx
"Occupational Hazards" Posted 22 Feb 2021
my dentist's motto be true to your teeth or they will be false to you
bakers trade recipes with each other on a knead to know basis
I called a budget exterminator he came with a flyswatter
the butcher backed into the meat grinder and got behind in his work
a back- and neck-straightener in Egypt is called a Cairo practer
don't call me a plumber I am a "broker in new and used water"
[Humor attribution - all humor found online, attribution unknown]
Categories:
mccarthy, humor,
Form:
Monoku
America is an idea
that "all men are created equal,"
before we cared to define "human", "created", or "equal."
America is freedom for our grandchildren
in a manner we will never understand.
It is the founding fathers who died for liberty.
It is the darker brothers who fought for justice from kitchens and pulpits.
It is the poor, the huddled masses,
And their children who have forgotten this.
It is green cards that become blue passports.
It is unlearning the language of our grandparents.
It is knowing how to pronounce Arkansas and Illinois
It is enjoying barbecues on somber national holidays.
It is unbridled enthusiasm.
It is unbridled arrogance.
It is rugged individualism;
It is passionate paternalism.
It is hellfire that scorches deserts.
It is a gust that has fanned flames.
It is a cool rain that puts out fires.
From sea to shining sea--
It is Manifest Destiny
from Louis and Clark to Wounded Knee.
It is Topaz, and McCarthy,
and hundreds of things we would rather forget.
It is D-day, and Neil Armstrong,
and thousands of things we forget to celebrate.
America is a dream that rings from the red hills of Georgia
to the curvaceous slopes of California
to New York Island.
It is patriotism;
it is progress.
It is the blind worship of our past.
It is red. It is blue.
It is red, white, and blue.
It is what half of us say it isn't.
I say it evolves constantly;
others say it was created in His image.
It is everything I hold dear;
it is everything that infuriates me.
It is the warmth that makes my eyes tear
when I hear the Star Spangled Banner
at football games,
on July 4th,
or on September 11th.
It is hope.
It is the promise of a better tomorrow.
It is what ever I am.
I, too, am America.
Categories:
mccarthy, america,
Form:
Free verse
Silence is Deadly
Stand up
if the masses did
Trump would be a gravestone
Notes:
Some will tell you never to be silenced, yet will not mention what exactly is the issue. This is typical of people purporting propaganda, hoping to win people to their side without really saying what they believe. Let me tell you very clearly. We should never be silenced by those propagating fear and division and stating literally false facts. Hitler did this successfully. Please don't fall for this again. All those close to Trump not involved with him, have clearly stated his lack of knowledge on issues, never mind his prejudicial views and that's being kind. If one or two agencies or departments was critical well ok, almost every agency, The CIA, the FBI, The Federal Reserve, local politicians all along the border, and the list goes into the hundreds, have stated he is wrong. Listen to experts not a con artist.
Longer before becoming President he has money laundered for Russia, all verifiable facts.
By the way, the wall is not 5.7 billion, that's an installment, the actual cost depending on who you listen too is between 30 to 60 billion dollars, and that's not were most of the migrants are even entering the USA.
Do not let McCarthy exist twice!
Categories:
mccarthy, anti bullying, green, hate,
Form:
Free verse
His voice was loved,his colour not
Only the former him fame brought
Summa cum laude in study and sport
His origins drew him up socially short
Jim Crow laws were the sinister wedge
Which left him at his country's edge
His nation's shame burned deeply within
Denying forgiveness for his darkness of skin
He longed for the time when men would be equal
His involvement with communism delivered the sequel
At a time when McCarthy sought to unmask the red
So many suffered paroxysms of dread.
In 1929 after his London show he set out for home late
It was then there occurred a miracle of fate
Singing rang out sweet and crystal clear
Voices of Welsh miners singing songs to them dear
Amazed by their power in their penniless plight
He became their brother in arms that very night
Colour was not what bound him to them
But the poverty to which politics the lower classes condemn
So there was born a rich and mutual harmony
Between a star and a proud but poor army
They both knew the the sting of imposed misfortune
Refusing to give up their independence of tune
He bestrode the world like a black Colossus
Until he was pulled down by destructive bosses
Who would brook no challenge to their status
But his example lives on to fully elate us
This man ,Paul Robeson,a tower among men
Met persecution with stout acumen
He stands out as our beacon of light
For all the victims who fought the good fight.
Categories:
mccarthy, black african american, celebrity,
Form:
Rhyme
Stopped off for eggs
with ham(thought about keeping kosher for a while)
Have to say the ham was tasty!
Came up into the ESL Lab
My supervisor said he likes his
councilman
At 84 my mother
works 4 days for a Democratic Councilman
Whom I have spoken with
If I run for office
My platform would
be
More poetry open mikes!
Poetry can save your life
if you let it into your heart
Politics matters but:
EVERYTHING IS NOT POLITICAL
Voted the other day
I always do
I am a good citizen
So my fellow good citizens
reading this ode
Bet your behinds to the polls and vote
Eugene McCarthy and Abraham Lincoln
both wrote verse
Politics, poetry
Not mutually exclusive
So
Categories:
mccarthy, poetry, poets, political,
Form:
Verse
‘Scars have the strange power to remind us that our past is real.’-Cormac McCarthy
Why didn't they kill me...
why am i still here...?
Being successful is my goal...
being flat broke,
my biggest fear
The pain is far to great to hide, laying awake and wide eyed
contemplating suicide,
what is my purpose?
and if i stay alive, would it all be worth it?
will I make something of myself?
maybe i should just forfeit
my one wish is to not have to worry
and to all those I've disappointed
I gave up, and I'm sorry
A strong man is what people think of me
but deep down inside, a child i aim to be
because you see, a child, so carefree
doesn't worry about the downsides to the world
only the fun things God lets them see....
please, one day, set me free
take me away from this hurt filled life that I lead,
I plead and plead for someone to rescue me,
but when I look in the mirror, what is it that I see?
a broken down child, crying on both knees.
This life gives no mercy, and only the strong survive,
how will my family react...in the event of my demise?
i pray no one cries for me, because i am in a better place,
I've rid myself of the bitter pain, sadness and disgrace
maybe if i get another chance, my demons i will face,
but for now i walk through the valley of death
a sad, cold, and bitter place
Hoping after this valley
ill see heavens smiles and grace,
but I fear that my mistakes
will lead me to the devils face
so many mistakes I can never erase
You only get one chance,
so my advice is to seize the day.
I've tried...I've prayed and prayed, but the pain still wont go away
day after day, my life i want to take away...but even that I fail to do
so night after night I'll lay,
in bed awake but dreaming, of the day my pain goes away...
Categories:
mccarthy, confusion, courage, dark, day,
Form:
Free verse
Thank you dear Lynda McCarthy for your love, understanding, passion and guidance
They are whispering now, yes I hear people talk,
‘Think she’s got mental problems?’ Is all that I’ve got.
You better believe I’m as sane as sane gets,
In an insane world, and one filled with regrets.
Yeah I might be sad, anxious, even paranoid too,
But I’d prefer that over what’s become of you,
For you've made this world such a strange place,
We can no longer take pride, look ourselves in the face.
You’d sell out your soul and to more than one bidder
If it meant that your bank account would become fitter;
The people who built you up to the best you could be,
Are the people you fail to remember, or see;
For it’s all about ‘me’ and ‘look what I’VE done,’
But when you’re standing alone it’s no longer much fun.
You think my life’s easy, I should swallow the pill,
Yes, it could be much worse though it’s still been uphill.
Though it’s easy to spiral we defy gravity,
The only one deciding my fate will be me,
And you better be damned sure I’ll come out on top,
For, with no silver spoon, I don’t know how to flop.
But I do know to fight, and to stand my ground,
Hold firm to my values, not get pushed around.
And when the times get tough I know just what to do,
I rely on myself, my hard work, unlike you.
I don’t ask for handouts, or for others to serve,
I will do it myself and I will do it with verve.
For I know and appreciate the skills I will learn,
It’s all one big classroom – this life we must earn.
And I’m counting my blessings, they’re important to me,
Those precious few souls –friends, mentors, family.
So when the mountains need carrying and the rain it pours,
My resilience muscles flex stronger than yours.
The advantages you flaunted over the years
Will not serve you at all when we get to the tears.
I will move that great mountain, and I’ll carry yours too,
For I have compassion, and now I will teach you.
Categories:
mccarthy, anxiety, appreciation, blessing, character,
Form:
Rhyme
HISTORY LESSON
I.
Sweet Joe McCarthy who will fill your shoes
Keeping down the reds and making them sing the blues
Your spirit lives on in these modern days
Teaching us to hate in many different ways.
II.
Poor Lee Harvey Oswald I see you sitting there
Living your life with out a simple care
Sitting quietly behind the grassy knoll
Waiting for the right moment to lie to us all.
III.
Wise ole’ Ronald Reagan you taught me one thing
That life simply has no meaning
By simply doing a good deed
When you can be driven by greed.
IV.
Honest George W. Bush you are not the only one to blame
For making the youth pawns in your sick game
Spilling blood on foreign soil
Only to bring back opiates and oil.
Categories:
mccarthy, political, life,
Form:
Free verse
an instrument can be defined
as a device that produces musical sound
or it may be a tool for making things
perfectly round
you can strum an instrument
and maybe play a tune
you can use an instrument
to measure the size of a room
people playing instruments
can often be called a band
an instrument can be anything useful
you can hold in your hand
an inventor can be an instrument
with ideals, gadgets and plans
a soldier can be an instrument
with our safety in his hands
a lawman can be an instrument
doing the best he can
a priest can be an instrument
calling God’s Almighty hand
the president is an instrument
with powers for wise use
a journalist like a prophet
telling the unpopular truth
a revolutionist taking control
of uncontrollable youth
an instrument can be a device
that can produce or be misused
Moses and Lincoln were instruments
used to set slaves free
Washington, Jefferson and Franklin
instruments used to make our country
Plato, Socrates and Aristotle
instruments of philosophy
Frost, Dickenson and Whitman instruments
for writing poetry
Patton, McCarthy, Westmoreland
instruments of war
Columbus, Desoto, Armstrong
instruments to explore
Marie Currie, Jonas Salk
instruments to find cures
Abraham, Moses and Jesus instruments
of Gods holy plan
The Holy land of Israel
the instrument of the end
Categories:
mccarthy, history
Form:
Couplet
Copyright 2014 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
POETIC LYRICS BY THOMAS LAM HSI (ANDRESS)
Dedicated to Renata 'Ronnie' Kanani & Danielle McCarthy (I hope!)
If a lifetime is too late...then...MAYBE...THAT-LIFE...WELL?!?!
You know..."Somewhere Over The Rainbow"...Just Might Be A Silly Song!
There was a Movie, "Where Have All The Gods Gone?"
And I wonder...YES...where have all MY GODS GONE?
A Destiny Delivered Late...really is...Late...and maybe...TOO LATE!
There is really...only one thing...THAT REALLY MATTERS...THAT'S LOVE!
JUST LOVE...REALLY...IT'S JUST LOVE!
Every baby...every little boy...every little girl...every teenage boy or girl...
Every working stiff...of every kind...every retiree...EVEN...THE GODS...
NEED LOVE!
From carrot juice in wax cups...to your first bath...in the kitchen sink...
A cookie in your hand...and your laughing parents...at your first steps...
Is a Destiny That Starts Out Right...but SOMEWHERE OVER THAT RAINBOW
ARE BLACK CLOUDS...that await!
Do you remember...that first pulled pony-tail...that first unmanly cry?
SOMEWHERE OVER THE RAINBOW...the blue-birds...and...THE HAWKS
DO FLY!
A Destiny Delivered Late...really is...Late...and maybe...TOO LATE!
They say, "That a match made in heaven...is heavenly"...well...
DID YOU CHECK THE DIVORCE RATE?
They say that..."Love is a universal principle"...and I'd like to believe it!
Because when...Her Heart Died...I Cried...and then My Heart Died!
And I would like to say..."Will YOU believe for ME and for US?"
Love is something...and someone...TO HOPE FOR...AND TO DREAM ABOUT!
"Somewhere over the Rainbow"...can be the most beautiful song...
But that depends...!
Do blue-birds fly...and do the stars in heaven shine...but DIE?
Lovers in the rainfall...IN PARIS...is something that I'd love to see...
FOR MYSELF...AND FOR HER (or for him...as it may be)!
(TO BE CONTINUED)
Categories:
mccarthy, angst, beautiful, boyfriend, girlfriend,
Form:
Ballad
Ah, look at all the stupid people.
I look at all the stupid people.
Eleanor Rigby has nothing to say but goes on and goes on and goes on.
She's a moron.
Mr McKenzie whines and complains about everything under the moon.
He's a buffoon.
All the stupid people, where do they all come from?
All the stupid people, I wish they all were gone.
Ah, look at all the stupid people.
I look at all the stupid people.
Jennifer Tomei chatters away to the cashier holding up the line.
Inconsiderate idiot of all time.
Joseph McCarthy drives very slow on the highway in the fast lane.
He drives motorists insane.
All the stupid people, where do they all come from?
All the stupid people, I wish they all were gone.
Ah, look at all the stupid people.
I look at all the stupid people.
Categories:
mccarthy, parody, song,
Form:
Rhyme
A period here. a question mark there?
A handful of commas,,,tossed in the air
To fall all willy-nilly but he doesn't care.
Then he closes his eyes so he never sees,
And does it again with apostrophe's.
Next colons: and semis; are put through their paces,
And are frequently found in the oddest of places.
Quotations are more than just dressing or stuffing,
Yet often appear when "nobody said nuffing".
It makes reading a chore just to try to adhere
To a writer's directions of what to do where,
But you barrel on through 'til you get to the end,
Give your eyes time to uncross,
And then try it again.
Some poets abjure punctuation, for sure,
And though not a big fan,
I'm a reasonable man.
e e cummings, for example,
Responds to the call
By using little or no punctuation at all.
Author's note: To quote the author Cormac McCarthy: "If you write properly you shouldn't have to punctuate." Poets such as e e cummings, et al, apparently took him up on that. Please understand, dear reader, that this piece is punctuated incorrectly to make a point. And I blush to admit that I, myself, am overly fond of "quotation marks" and…ellipses.
Categories:
mccarthy, humor, writing,
Form:
Light Verse