Best Plutocracy Poems
(Read later stanzas for more of the humour part ; parody of politics)
I Can't think well of a democracy
if nepotism and false promises
are part and parcel of its idiosyncrasy
A system of governance can't appeal to me
if it forever stinks of the 'stinking' rich plutocracy.
The media the ravening wolves many times their puppets,
together they howl for our divided attention
With wily words to win the masses of marionnettes
The nation's welfare merely their scheme in pretension.
Wonder why political power has to be the monopoly
of ambitious, vainglorious affluent power moguls.
Why can't they simply choose leaders
from any sincere poor yet wise and humble individuals?
The promises of a better world by 'em' politicians
are simply the oratory tricks of slick tacticians.
Demagogues come in all shapes and sizes
They come in 'perfect' future leader disguises
Pulling you and me to polling booths, luring us the dumbstruck voters
To amass as much power and wealth as possible in their limited quotas.
No wonder poor presidents are turned or burned
in the form of their rude and crude effigy cartoons
Comic sarcastic politics I say, since a caricature
it purposely lampoons!
Then the demonstrations, remonstrations
but they only invite riots and tear bomb gas
So if yah can keep your rallies peaceful
maybe you won't be such an ass.
And if yah do go ahead ranting, panting, slogun chanting
No seeds of discord nor weeds of hate be sowing, planting
for a showdown with fleshy arms, no metal arms can still be prancing, advancing
With sloguns not shotguns be ye protesting and demanding.
Thus I really wonder if politicos politicking
really do make the world tick.
Or do they simply in many places cause
timebombs to parallel the clock's tick?
(ok cast d ballot n vote 4 me as funny presidential candidate
of no-man's land ;
Democracy is what we do
and breathe together
to empower ourselves.
Some would say the same of prayer
and holy communion
and secular communication
and healthy relationships.
Democracy seems like an empowering experience
of equality and interdependence
before it became an anti-royalist political philosophy.
Which may serve as a humbling reminder
that great abstract theories
so left-brain universally fascinating
derive from whole mindbody experience
of individual egos,
healthy or other-unwise.
If no ego-experience,
then no ecosystemic consciousness
of democracy
or autocracy
or kleptocracy
or plutocracy
or oligarchy
or capitalocracy
or theocracy
or patriarchy
or even warm accompanying matriarchy.
Multiculturing democracy,
a hybrid of egalitarian aspirations
and interdependent respirations,
requires organized
stable
win/win ego/theo-logical communication,
health wealthy ecological relationships.
Disorganized communication
is an oxymoron,
like enriching divestment
and disturbing attachment
and democratic capitalism
and resilient win/lose compassion.
Democracy is what we win/win breathe
do
develop together
to empower egohealth identities
and wealthy ecosystems.
Everybody's bashing Putin week!
Putin's Fallsky
While Putin is doing the Kazatsky
Ukrainians praise the famous Banksy
Putin fell down and went hide’n
Graffiti we all took pride’n
Amid the ruins of war, flowerings of artsy
An artist known as Robin Gunningham
Resides in Bristol, near Tom Cunningham
Paints of war’s grim hypocrisy
Where Putin heads plutocracy
Embraced by a conscience that gives a dam
by I Am Anaya
Bansky's Bravado
With stealth and bravado he's in a rush
He works with passion and departs in a hush
His bold art in Ukraine
Drives Vlad Putin insane
He's Banksy our hero with message and brush
by Robert Gorelick
You’re reaching up to the stratosphere
But never guessed the regrets
What’s becoming crystal clear
The higher you go, the darker it gets
The pyramid of worldly power
Both before and after the flood
Human cruelty’s crimson tower
Of exploitation’s bodies and blood
A bone-deep chill as dark altitudes enfold
The ruthless dedication to climb at all costs
Are you truly a creature of the cold
Or do you rue what has been lost?
To join our leaders on television
Foul creatures of fangs and claws
Parading their contempt and derision
For decency, morals, and laws
Our country’s transition abrupt
Its “representatives” reprehensible
So clear that power corrupts
Or merely attracts the corruptible
Smug politicians think they’re clever
And they’re right, those foul goats
They use the Sordid Prince as the lever
To shove the mad Queen down our throats
Another line of the epitaph
Of this dead and decaying democracy
The backroom dealers drink and dine
On the spoils of our plutocracy
The dying tower of destruction
Has its hooks in you, best beware
One chance to avoid soul corruption
Let the 2016 election go and say a prayer
7/7/16
© by Author
Contest: Evil is Everywhere
Sponsor: Brian Davey
Clanks,
blanks,
cranks,
clash!
Slams in tank,
detours irate!
Ingenious infiltrates,
sojourns knocking,
indignation on the plank,
plutocracy dank!
Dotards are prate,
iridescence is just as late-
prime meridian,
songs obsidian,
and the incandescence great!
Mediocracy
Along the simple path we plod
Bureaucracy
With a maze of obstacles to trod
Autocracy
Also trying to dodge the hit squads
Theocracy
Steering clear, of banned lesser gods
Plutocracy
Ride on through, wielding big fat wads
Democracy
A minefield of all above, behind the facade
04/12/23
I have dug this one out of the poetry attic; composed when a teen, hence the dated references. Fellow Soupers of my age-group (60 in a few weeks- Yikes!) might enjoy it:
Friend, watch out! They're talking.
Have you heard what they're talking about?
They're not talking about revolution
Nor of mystical ablution,
Not of meaningful discussions
Nor of drastic repercussions.
Not of drugs and their results
Nor of wars and satanic cults.
Not of full-blooded,Medal-studded,Octo-Olympians
Nor of the tragedy of fading Ethiopians.
Not of whether the weather will hold out.
Will I tell you what they're talking about?
They're not talking about extinction
Nor about energy diminution.
Not about the bludging bureaucracy
Nor of stifling plutocracy.
Not about student-Left activity
Nor of the signs of cultural declivity.
Not about aspects of phallic domination
Nor of real genuine insemination.
Not about who is sure and who in doubt.
Should I tell you who they're talking about?
They're not talking about Nixonfrancocastroamin
Nor of that handydandy, non-returnable
Devastatingly non-biodegradable container
Their fingerfriedlickinchicken lunch was served in.
Not of astronautical penetrations
Nor of the psycho-sexual implications
Of the demise of Chairman Mao.
Not of matters affecting us right here and now!
Nor of suicide, VD, rape, fraud, famine and disease.
Not of all the things like these
Which make this world the wonderful place that it
Most certainly is (and
All divinely-ordained to wit!)
No! They're talking about subversion,
Of unabashed, unwashed perversion!
In short ( and I hear all this is true)
Those bastards are talking about ME & YOU!
I hear Donald Trump
would love to bring to Republican plutocracy
what Abraham Lincoln presidented
for uncivilly warring democracy,
but Lincoln's emancipation proclamation
doesn't sound like straight white might
is rightly winged
in not so healthy presidential TrumpLand.
What remains most easily to see,
transparently white
privileged to me,
is Donald Trump
as a Ronald Reagan no fun rerun,
a bit of white-faced black
and mostly relentlessly caste
as racism already past,
although not really
quite.
Perhaps if Ronald
had been born as comfortably
as Donald,
then he too would never have worked with his body,
and not so much played with his little lonely hands,
to make an honest LincolnHouse living.
Unlike Donald,
Ronald actually had experience
working for his mortgage.
Well, almost anyway.
Ronald at least had to act as if he could work to make a living,
and on occasion actually remember some honest lines on cue,
while Donald invests more in privilege grabbing gestures
against at least half of our more newly enfranchised
resident population.
And, Abe had some adolescent and young adult experience
with manual labor
and cooperatively owned an attorney at lawyering business,
while for Ronald,
and televised Donald,
these were acting privileged caste-ing skills
as comforting as heroic horseback riding
without a solid saddle
or respectful rein.
So, no, Donald,
you're no Abe Lincoln,
and only in your happiest imagination
are you as good at play acting President
as was "caste-blind"
and deaf
and unwise Ronald.
You're just another ornery autocratic Donald,
not even economically effective
at playing sustainably wealthy Republican.
Perhaps Attila the Hun
is a more logical progenitive inspiration for TrumPublicans,
with Donald playing their final post climate-trauma non-action;
most un-ecologically anachronistic
to employ white overlooking black not quite film stars
with patriarchal red stripes
when so much polyamorous full-color talent
waits in more multiculturally fresh-aired green
bicamerally intelligent wings
of healthy democracy.
Cracked moonlight caresses every carnation flower,
While my sight sees a salty sea seven miles away from here .
The moon burns to ashes as the old ocean grows golden with every growing hour,
I can see a ball of fire rising from the higher mountains far from near .
Hypnotized , mesmerized are these dazzling deer's eyes,
In the woods, on the wood, sits a sparrow chirping to the hottest sun in the sky.
So soft is this ball of fur, as appealing as it is when a human lies ,
But a Grizzly, what an irony! , oh it's cuteness! , a hug and you die.
The artist might be short of the variety of paint , so he made it as green as it could be ;
Or he wasted his palette of colors on that rainbow after a pouring day.
Cotton on the land , cotton in the sky , as cottony as it could be ;
Oh yes! a sapphire , no just a crystal of snow , after getting struck by a sun ray.
A cute chameleon, changing colors, a camouflage , like a cruel human does to his pal;
and then a body wrapped in a newspaper, black and white strips eating leaves,
Oh what a beauty! , a sleeping beauty , a sloth sleeping by the Sal;
everybody wants it , but not everybody gets it , yes! this is where peace lives .
To the Jungle , yes in the wild woods , I wish I were an animal with hair and no clothes ;
'Cuz they might be naked , but they don't wear clothes of lies and hypocrisy.
Fake faulty tears and true terrible lies , they don't take false oaths ;
Yes in the forest , where peace is the emperor , there ain't absolute autocracy , painful plutocracy and devilish democracy .
Peppa Pig started a Secret Club revolution.
When Poppa Pig asked her what she was up to,
she violated her Secret rule
because she could have no politically fun Club
if her Secret began and ended only within.
Poppa Pig resonantly responded
as did Peppa's entire family
and their extending outward friends of friends,
they had each secretly longed to belong
within some Secret Club
for self-and-other empowering recreation
just among their Secret ruling selves.
Peppa's dilemma, however,
after everyone knew her Secret admission word,
was in what sense could they sustain their Secret Club
with only this one, now shared, Secret
accessible as youtube.
Yet, forced to choose priorities,
she, as fore-shadowing Yintegrity
is polypathically inclined to flow,
instinctively saw and knew
a universally uniting
Best Unkept Secret Club
With one democratic Secret
integrating love
as abundantly happy as a pig
in muddled public puddles
transparently
and vulnerably belonging
inside her peacefully organic,
not so sacredly exclusive,
piggy Club.
Competitive capitalism
is about dominance,
which increases separation,
space between Winner haves,
and Loser have-nots
Degenerating into polarized views
more culturally dominant
than old-school cooperative middle
in-between
socio-economic median disappearances
Away from civically active democratic imagination,
focus,
functionally experiential frames
favoring cooperative democracy
over capital plutocracy.
Democracy is about win/win bicameral consensus
which grows integrity
between co-investing Haves
and HaveNots,
depolarizes our EitherHave/OrNotHave
eco-politically valued lives
Mediating in-between re-membering,
reweaving multigenerational cooperative
matriarchal empowering history
of mutually enlightening democratic health care
Through cooperative ownership
stewardship
citizenship
home and meal management
integrity of co-responsive thought and feelings,
polycultural communication
and multicultural energy systems
Refracting integral re-MEMEory
left-hemisphere empowering
right-hemisphere energetic win/win
neurological waves of win/lose healing
win/win co-investing light.
A system of checks and balances
Is the fulcrum of democracy
Governments write many checks
But their budgets never balance
~ So how about plutocracy
You've heard it said?
All's fair in love and war!
Well,
most ethicists,
even war-mongering philosophers,
disagree with the "All's fair in war" part,
As do just everyday Earth-patriotic folks
who loyally prefer not to be bombed
and automatically rifled
just because some crackpot(s)
in the nearest capital city plutocracy
decide to make war,
using our kids and tax dollars,
instead of love,
co-passion,
solidarity with Earth's pro-life health.
All ethicists,
and folks who find compassion
to responsibly risk vulnerability
of a loving relationship,
disagree with the "All's fair in love" side
of this unmindful equation.
Fairness, equity, of powers to freely say
Yes
or No
to another's invitation into passion
is a prerequisite to love,
grace,
mutual integrity of thought and feeling,
regardless of how short- or long-term projected.
It would be more valid
and validating
to observe,
All is at risk in both love and war,
but, unlike violent acts of hate
and fear
and anger
and greed,
and even everyday impatient
risks of love are often fairly balanced
with opportunities for growing healthy cooperative resilience
patiently communicating together,
and certainly not warring unfairly apart.
Niggas still pledging allegiance 2 the same ****, slavery lives no longer in that
old physical sense, now these crackers whipping us with a mental whip,
controlled with material sips, most sell their souls until their thirst is quenched,
the devil, Satan is he or she a Justifiable Religious Myth, a plutocracy, a
government ran by the rich, finally a Black president, a pleasurable, memorable
but minute accomplishment, while the true President wealth, has him ranked
#1 on the Forbes list, we too focus on being rich, but 2 blind 2 see this ****
mental ignorance, Niggas still pledging allegiance 2 the same old ****,
controlled with material sips, mental whips, slavery lives no longer in that old
physical sense, physically we’re free, but mentally break the law, then you lose
your freedom physically, free your mind mentally.
Free your mind so we can
No longer be Niggas
I pledge allegiance-n-pray
God frees all my Niggas
Spiritually
Mentally
-n-
Physically
Nigga don’t mean
Color it means mind frame
Whatever color you are
I just read that U.S. Democrats stand in solidarity
against Trump,
but what else?
What is democracy for?
First,
democracy, rather than republican plutocracy,
here confuses collaboration against our competitive opponents
with solidarity,
which must be for both ourselves and our appositional tensions.
Second,
democracy trusts empathy
rather than mistrusting antipathy
much less active distrusting pathology
so democracy stands in solidarity
with polypathic regenerativity,
with wealth optimization as health maximization.
So,
please,
if our parties and cooperatively-owned
and managed
and cared for
healthy workplaces
wear the label of "we are pro-democracy"
then rest assured that being for healthy polycultural evolution
and against degenerative monoculturing competitions
is a humanitarian platform
not limited to gathering votes from 50% of the humane-natural population,
but capable of drawing every vote
from every mind and body of age
to become pro-health for all Earth's species,
including this less upper-caste privileged variety
of democratically polyamorous party animal.