Best Mongers Poems
Lies from directions I had not expected
Offered in a variety of ways
Apologetically
Pretending to be concerned
I sent them away
Recognizing their imperfections
Seeing them more clearly now
Rumour Mongers
Thriving on gossip
Fabricated by clouded minds
Trouble makers
No longer friends of any kind
Wars round the corner,
wars at every bend
Could it be that all this
warring would never
ever end?
Why can't we borrow
love and peace too learn
to lend?
For peaceloving persons
wars are hard to
comprehend
But in which blessed
century will the world
it's ways amend?
Why not be all sincere
when peace we readily
send?
To our lives defend why
do we opt to offend?
Why can't we all as
Adam's progeny simply
unite and blend?
The world's tearing
apart, which saviour's
gonna mend?
When the scissors of
tyranny all peace efforts
ruthlessly rend!
When will all the saviours
from heavenly heaven
descend?
So we watch and hear all
war cries unto thin air
ascend!
When peace be the only
choice, the only probable
trend!
Ah instead of fending
off war drums why
peace plans off we
fend?
Why peace so
complicated and double
standards at every
bend?
Will all state treasuries on
aggression alone their
budgets spend?
Why can't every foe we
know turn into a caring
friend?
So we're stalked by
friendship
and ambushed by love
godsend!
A world where warlords
and war heroes become
zeroes
who in the first place did
offend.
With peace may no
nation merely play and
pretend!
I know you are a gossip mongers
And you know I'm detesting you,
And you know I'm not pleased with you,
You always judge me day and night
And you follow me from left to right.
When will you stop to judge me?
When will you stop to follow me?
When I fail you are busy disseminating that tale
Through your sinful lips that murmurs around
Now my life's beautiful story would surely fall unto the ground.
Gossip, gossip, gossip everywhere
You exhibits your evil colours,
I know you are a gossip mongers here and there.
When will you see a right things I have done?
And do you know your bad character will be gone?
Enough, enough with your nonsense chitchat
Stop with all your constant backchat
Instead, mind your own lives and be fruitful
For our world to be restful and peaceful.
#EDM.
NO GLORY FOUND
No glory found and no guilt ever apportioned
For those guiding young men to wars uncautioned,
The chosen too often of colour, unlearned or piss poor.
But true heroes they’ll be winning by force majeure.
Ticker tape parades and medals for those who make home,
For the rest, just a name on some glorious dome.
But see those with the wealth; they don’t give a toss
Knowing their greedy interests will not turn a loss.
Not their sons to die in some foreign land
Let other sons do the marching, so strike up the band.
Take heed you young mothers with sons still so young
Ensure their promise is valued and not into future wars flung.
No glory found, and no guilt ever apportioned
For those guiding young men to wars uncautioned.
John Jurkowski
“Fear Mongers”
Newspapers yelling,
TVs screaming,
Radios blaring.
Is this what we want?
Is this what we need?
Politicians lying,
Preachers ranting,
Black men dying,
Mothers crying.
Is this what we want?
Is this what we need?
Breaking news,
More breaking news.
Shootings here,
Robberies there,
More mothers crying.
Is this what we want?
Is this what we need?
Fear mongers
Marching, Marching, Marching
They’re coming to take you away
Hey! Hey!
They’re coming to take you away.
Battalions of mongers
Armies of mongers
All painted red,
Coming to take you away.
Cool it down,
Take it down,
It’s getting hot down here.
It’s not all that bad
It’s bad for your heart,
It wrongs your soul.
We aren’t like that.
It’s time to say goodbye,
To these days of spitting vile,
To these days of ugly words,
To these days of vulgar thoughts,
To shooting arrows without aim.
We’re not like that.
Too many mothers crying.
Cool it down,
Take it down,
It’s getting hot down here.
It’s not all that bad.
It would do my heart good,
For you to find some good
In this disease infected world.
Take a trip I say,
Take a trip.
Spin your wheels to
Mount Rushmore
Listen to what those
Four have to say.
This is what we want.
This is what we need.
Fear had all but a few intrepid explorers in its icy grasp,
And even they not resisting the right of fear to,
Lord it over the land.
Things looked bleak indeed for the human race,
With all means of advertising at fear's beck and call,
Social media spreading fear faster than the plague.
Journalists no longer free to print without fear.
Real estate agents fearing lost sales,
Police and the courts in constant dis-pear,
With all the rest fearing to get out of bed in the morning
And fearing to go to bed at night.
All seemed lost,
With none prepared to go down the road of hope,
Love struggling to detect a steady heartbeat.
Then the unthinkable happened,
With no new people to frighten fear became bored,
And decided to have a field day.
With all communication under fear's control,
No one should have missed an invite.
Yet not a soul turned up on the day.
The women stayed away for fear of germs,
The men afraid to miss the sports play of the day,
The children afraid they might have to walk across the field.
Despite what you may read in your history book,
This was the true catalyst that turned the tide on fear,
And tore them free of its icy grasp,
So, they could become the force they are in the universe today.
When none turned up to the field day of fear,
The fear merchants with nothing to peddle on the day,
Went bankrupt,
The advertisers afraid of being sued slipped back into the ground,
Social media became social once more,
Journalists no longer resided in the gutter,
The real estate agents could not sell the field at any price.
And had to adjust their lifestyle,
The police and courts went back to serve the people,
Who now had a germ of an idea that fear could be conquered,
It was safe to walk across the field,
And watching the play of the day in real time was more fun.
As for fear,
It is still about,
And enjoying the healthy respect,
It is due,
Which is heart warming indeed for the future of the Human race,
my heart is open
I am ready to love everyone
to exude peace and hope
even to the war mongers
they are unaware of how they are hurting themselves
I give them as much affection as I can
wishing them to feel the love
and show empathy to their enemies
Let's all try living in harmony side by side
Do we really think that's possible
Or are we destined to live like combatants forever
Which do I think is more possible
Definitely I do have my thoughts on the subject
Mine are honestly not that unique
The majority of people today would surely agree
Most do with a tongue in cheek
Only the dictators in charge are the evil combatants
These nasty ugly war mongers
Thinking only negative thoughts by these ugly beings
How they succeed is a wonder
So to end this sordid and disgusting wartime tale
My mind winds up top drawer
It's the only salvation to life sans conflict I'm afraid
Is to destroy these mongers before
They had run out of vaccine and resigned
Peace spread like a mushroom cloud of goodwill
For the war on mercy there was no pill
In puzzled surrender they quarantined
10th March 2020
the ravishing revolution,
a wanton waltz of war,
where proud generals prance,
with bloody,
bruised hearts' saw,
their noble steeds,
a phalanx of fantasy,
trample the trembling,
tender/timid/bereft/faint,
the mere infinite.
in this bloody ballroom,
where death's dark majesty reigns,
the lubricious language love/lust,
of liberty's sweet pains,
is reduced to snarling insolence,
a dry, dusty joke,
as kings and queens of chaos,
trade in promiscuous fortune,
and bottomless debt,
and ravaged/rotten hope.
The tormenters tried to bully me.
I danced away, acting delighted.
This seemed to irritate them
But they teased others.
The rumor-mongers tried to guilt me.
I tossed their guilt into a burn pile
And lit it on fire after pouring on lighter fluid.
Their mouths flew open and down.
The instigators tried to make me feel badly about my past.
I took my own skeletons out and began to dance with them.
Part of my skeletons ran them down, attempting to dance with them.
It was the best time ever. I would not hesitate to do it again tomorrow.