Best Politically Correct Poems
POLITICALLY CORRECT
Now psycho politics subtly suggests
that you follow this rule of polite etiquette-
before you say something please pause and reflect
is what you are thinking politically correct?
There is a conspiracy of a powerful few
to control whatever you think, say and do.
It is this effect that they wish to cause-
for you to think your thinking has flaws-
before you say something please pause and reflect
Is what you are thinking politically correct?
It's a suble intrusion so slyly designed
the thought of deception never enters your mind
but it's someone else choosing the words
you use to describe what you've seen and you've heard.
When anothers words become your voice
your thoughts have become anothers choice-
before you say something please pause and reflect
is what you are thinking politically correct?
If silence is golden then gold has no use
you can spend all you want and not stop the abuse.
The structure is crumbling, the framework is bent
and society is in downward descent-
before you say something please pause and reflect
is what you are thinking politically correct?
Here is an epitaph as silent as death
chiseled in tombstone where you're laid to rest.
Please pause for a moment and pay your respects
here lies a man who is politicallly correct.
THE POLITICALLY CORRECT POSTCARD
One picture is worth a thousand words
(And a flower is worth a whole lot more).
This was the import of the card you sent me,
Flu-eyed, runny nose and a sore
Throat. I was to dismiss, on the merit
Of sexism, the Sistine chapel decoration
Botticelli’s Primavera, so disinherit
The mighty Logos and God’s peroration -
Giving the kiss of life to a still-born cliché,
Gaybo playing his theme, with the wonderful score
In the sub-ed’s office with the copy-boy’s roar.
A photo-opportunity for the Amazon dee-jay,
Who rules the world with a golden rod -
Offer a handkerchief to the offended eye of God.
from IN MEMORY OF HER 2008
America the beautiful, home of the brave,
One Nation under God, marked upon their graves,
Our founding fathers built this land,
“In God We Trust,” they made their stand.
A nation built with strong convictions,
Free from British Rule,
“I Pledge Allegiance To The Flag,”
Was said in all our schools.
There was a time when we would pray,
After each and every meal,
Cite the Ten Commandments,
Let The Master do His Will!
“HONOR THY FATHER AND MOTHER,
THAT THY DAYS BE LONG AND STRONG,
LOVE THY NEIGHBOR AS YE LOVE THYSELF,”
Is sung within our songs.
A New Light shines upon us,
A Fire from down below,
Satan is spreading his political views,
Erasing all that we’ve come to know.
The prayers that once were said in schools,
Became “A Moment of Silence,”
The paddling we received from the Principal’s rule,
Has been replaced by murder and violence.
“SPARE THE ROD AND SPOIL THE CHILD,”
Is Exactly what we have done,
Children running amuck and wild,
Shooting parents with their guns.
The Special Day we celebrate, each and every year,
The day in which our Savior was born, filled with joy and cheer,
Has become a day of infamy, a name we must not say,
Merry Christmas has been replaced, by Happy Holidays…
I've mentioned the absurdity
We deal with everyday,
If Vince or DJoePappa were president
It wouldn't be that way...
Things might start to make sense,
They sure as hell don't now,
And if I were to witness such,
I swear than then I'd vow...
To vote for them every time
In hopes that sense they'd bring,
And turn this nonsensical nightmare,
Into something to make the bells
once more to ring.
It’s hard to say anything politically incorrect in the USA.
The people who are struggling don’t really have a say.
They march in the streets to protest against corporate America.
The establishment is the ones in control; they are in the driver’s seat ignoring the Rah’ Rah’
This government is supposed to be of the people, for the people.
It’s all in our voting process with the results of Gore vs. Bush we should see this ripple.
We have a constitution that is being attacked every day from all sides.
Corrupted elected officials, lobbyists, are not even trying to hide.
Insulting in every way anyone with a brain should know what’s right.
Well as people trying to survive in this world should hold our officials accountable yet we don’t and we aren’t too bright.
The people of this nation should get out and use there right to vote.
Then the rich will see and the accountability we held on to, they’ll at least take note.
Revolution in voting is what we need, stopping the rich’s agenda is what we need to do and keep the news straight and be honest with the public.
A free nation has this right to know, have the power in voting, we can be honest with this subject.
Firstly the rich protect the rich caring not what the poor mans agenda is or what the poor man thinks.
If we as people allow this and not stand in force against this we’ll allow them to take us to the brink.
Violence, rioting, causing harm to others never is right; it brings a lot of hurt.
Voting, doing the morally right thing will bring about change and prevent us from loosing our shirts.
Our children need education, morals put back in our schools.
To not do this we allow the politically correct people to pass their agenda and we would be a complete bunch of fools.
Our Father is the key here; our values in the home, our morals are being corrupted by a few.
Studying the Holy Bible, we can’t say that the Father never taught us, and we can’t say we never knew.
So brethren on this upcoming election ask the Father which way to vote, let God’s love for you quite your thoughts.
Remember that Jesus died for us and for our sins, His crucifixion was necessary, with His life He paid for what we got.
I am...
P oliteness overdone;
O ffense over everything and everyone;
L iberation---in a box.
I am
I nversely orthodox.
I am...
T ruth (as defined by me);
I ntolerance of those who dare to disagree;
C ritical but not constructive.
I am
A bstract and unproductive.
I am...
L ogic in a loop;
L abels to create a thousand factious groups;
Y outhful idealism exploited.
I am
C onceited and anointed.
I am...
O bfuscation to beguile;
R emorseless as the tears of a crocodile;
R estriction of dissenting voices.
I am the
E rosion of your rights and choices.
I am...
C ontrol---for utopian bliss;
I am
T yranny's vampire kiss.
SONNET FOR THE POLITICALLY CORRECT
[There is a history of the world, parallel with that which we know - or is it?]
Then Horatius slew no foes to defend the bridge
But invited Lars Porsena across for tea and crumpets
With our English dead did we not close up the breach
Nor storm the wall to sound of drums and trumpets
No promise of toil, tears, and sweat was made, but in lieu
One of handouts entitlements, counselling and free contraceptives
Our spokesmen were exhorted to tolerate every view
No 'evil empire' was confronted, with robust invective
We submitted to dependence, delusion and wishful thinking
In that parallel world of sweetness, light and no villainy
On a gradual slippery slope not aware we were sinking
In a slow subtle deluge of utopian soft tyranny
A servile decaying world we inherit if we neglect
The fight for freedom, but embrace the politically correct
Politically correct I’m not; if you seek precision you ought,
find the time, to define the rhyme of perfection
in words you’ve sought.
A simplicity of words I am; I do not write for status or glam,
I pen my mind, whether thoughts callous or kind,
truthfulness you’ll find.
Paper is more powerful for me, not keystrokes of a PC you see,
a pen in hand, is more commanding and grand,
when writing on demand.
Following the norm is *****; I allow the pen and paper to steer,
a symphony of life, thru every memory and strife,
of a mother, daughter and wife.
Technological progress I dread, only because the pen is now dead,
so take heed in my words, though seemingly absurd,
but a poetic pen should always be heard.
Ever notice silly signs some businesses put up?
Like braille upon the restroom door and drive through banks fixed up,
In case a blind man happens by driving his brand new car,
And wants to use the ATM, they've gone a little far.
How can they read the braille if the way they cannot see?
If driving they use dog or cane or wrap around a tree.
I never saw a blind man drive or inch along a wall,
Looking for a restroom sign in restraunt, bar or mall;
And what's up with these crazy laws they're passing now I see?
A misdemeanor gets you jailed while criminals walk free.
I'm telling you the times have changed, things ain't the way they was.
Folks used to smile and show respect but not no more becuz,
They don't know where you're coming from, they don't know where you've been.
Right is wrong and wrong is right, they're trying to blend in.
I'm tired of trying to blend in, stand in my own defense.
Why can't the laws be like before and show some common sense.
Yeoman throw
On another
Cigarette to
Fuel the
Fire
Yeoman
Throw on
Another
Cigarette
To fuel
The fire
Yoe
Man E
Throw R
On an i
Other F
Cig e
Arette h
to t
F U E L
HEADLINES FLASHING!
NEWS CASTS BLARING!
Sparrow found guilty of killing Cock Robin with his little bow and
arrow!!!!!!!!!!!!! Judge to announce sentence!!!
"Since you admit killing Cock Robin, I sentence you to twenty years for
poaching. Officer take this prisoner away."
HEADLINES FLASHING!
NEWS CASTS BLARING!
THE SPARROW HAS FLOWN THE COOP!
Be Politically Correct
We always have to be politically correct
And then also should be able to connect
Religion with way they are now giving
What they prefer and their way of living.
It had consisted of at least two scenes
Second was where they killed Marines
Who were in plain view and not hidden
Of all their enemies tried to be ridden.
Never know what was going on anymore
Things had happened behind closed door
By them committed and had been done
Actual action was performed with a gun.
Gun control appears to be answer to me
Here in our great America land of the free
Where really what will be our primary goal
That is to protect and save our every soul.
This is what it is all about.
James Serious Mysterious Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
Young people today
seem afraid to be alone
with their thoughts...
needing faces
and twits
to distract
or else fits...
fearing to write
without spell-check
or a grammar that links
needing to dress-up
in garish array what
past generations
early-on
knew
stinks
I think, spontaneity
is more telling
of the good we are,
and of our lack
and loss—
today revealing
a modern society
where correct
is unfortunately
woefully false….
All day long all I do is shake my head
Over all that can and can't be said
That's okay but mind you never that
If it wasn't so sad perhaps then I could laugh
Insanity wears a worn out mask
With everybody being Politically Correct
With feelings now we're trying not to hurt
So bite your tongue before you blurt
Do you need more training down at work
With sensitivity being the latest word
Know what you can do and what you can't
With everybody being Politically Correct
Don't call someone by preference or nationality
It singles them out for all to see
And it could hurt their feelings very badly
And feelings should always be bad feely free
This is not a secret that should be kept
As everybody is Politically Correct
If you're out in a crowd and don't know what to do
Call up the P.C. Police and they'll explain it to you
Take their thoughts and chew them as food
So you don't come across as being rude
You don't want them all to say what the heck
As everybody is Politically Correct
So watch yourself when you open your mouth
Be careful with what comes pouring out
The world's an angry cat to this lowly mouse
My hope is you never find that out
The common sense window is now closed on all bets
As everybody is Politically correct
How far down do we go before we hit rock bottom?
When do we stop turning our heads the other way?
Greed and corruption have become acceptable
Is lack of leadership here to stay?
Politically correct, we cannot condemn
It wasn't sex, we didn't go that far
Was it like Donna Rice and Gary Hart?
That sure is close, but no cigar.
Now Bushman talks with a sarcastic smile
Telling all let freedom ring
He no longer wants to be president
He'll be satisfied when we crown him king
We are taking away incentive to achieve
And rewarding mediocrity
As long as we don't make anyone feel bad
Or let people see the real pity
Be politically correct, don't tell the truth
Don't offend the criminals on the street
Protect their rights and relinquish yours
Bow your heads and take it or feel the heat
Give up your guns, give up your rights
Give up your neighborhood
You have no choice, you have no voice
It's for the common good
If we accept and we do not fight
Then we deserve what we get
Our freedom will become a memory
And our anthem will be regret.