Best Politicaltime Poems
They say we can never go back to the way it once was
We’ve sold our souls to the corporate bastards
I say we can and I say we will
One step at a time for the idealistic dreamer
Accepting not the lies and deceit
Knowing victory, ignoring defeat
We’ve jelled together from foreign lands
It was not built on shifting sands
There comes a time when we need to say NO
We’ve had enough, our strength we’ll show
We don’t need your kind of change
Our dreams, our faith to rearrange
A time for unity the nation cries
We can’t listen to your blatant lies
Fighting for freedom, for all those slain
One nation UNDER GOD we will remain
And so until the judgement day
An idealistic dreamer I will stay.
The hour of darkness covers many men.
They enter foreign soil illegally.
En mass invasion time and time again.
The problem is arithmetically
impossible to stop. Deportation
is just an empty word that represents
a losing battle across the nation.
Until we take a tougher stance, miscreants
below the border will invade the north
in droves. We must begin enforcing laws
to curb this exodus and thus set forth
our firm intentions: Stay away because
if caught your stay is brief my deportee
Su clase no se desea aquí!
Once again it's that time of year.
The time that we've all come to fear.
They take every dime,
It's tax season time
And poverty's getting so near.
All year I try to scrimp and save
And with spending habits to behave.
They snatch my savings
Despite my ravings.
Depression makes my spirits cave.
No matter how much you have paid
Your hope for a refund will fade
When forms are revised.
You'd best be advised
They really want ALL that you've made.
for Carolyn's "taxing time" contest
Francine Roberts 29/01/2011
Washington always “thinks inside the box.”
No wonder why we're in this fix we're in.
Their collective thinking stifles or blocks
The country’s progress and provides the spin
To sway the public view to uselessness.
This herd mentality is quite bizarre
To think that all these minds can not express
A single “out of the box" thought thus far.
It’s piteous, at least to me, to see
These coattail hangers we call congressmen-
Inane, inept reps of the bourgeoisie
Wind up screwing us time and time again.
One must conclude this simple inference:
Vote in or vote out makes no difference.
We are the young
and we must protect
the songs that where sung
and the hearts we suggest...
The way we sing in the shower
or give away the prettiest flower
the life we live and all that s***
the father time and the fires lit
our first time we give love
to the lust we created above
R-4-E-7-D-0
that's the way things should go
we don't have much time to left
so we have to do what is the best
we should start over again
a better place without the gen.
the blasphemy has to stop
so why don't we just pop?
another cap in social just
but that won't ever must
nor will it help us pound
so we should tare up this ground
and we have to start over
and create the supernova...
I see an angry country that is ready to explode,
And if things don’t change it will happen and not much further down the road.
I see a country that is not willing to give up its values and dreams,
A country so tired of lies and politicians and their low handed schemes.
I see a country that has had life good much too long,
I see a country that is angry and that is ready to right so many wrongs.
When I talk to a neighbor or I talk to a friend,
The conversation always comes up about the way things are going and how they have got to end.
There are many who think they are trying to lead us like sheep,
They don’t want us to think or to make so much as a peep.
We’ve had our T.E.A. parties and we’ve marched in the streets,
But it hasn’t effected those in Washington they march to a different beat.
I think it’s time they get, what the rest of us get,
And no more special privileges will we permit.
If they don’t do the job they were sent there to do,
Then hand them a pink slip, if they don’t want to be a voice for me and for you.
And one term limits ought to be enough time to get their ideas across,
Any more time than that, they might start growing moss.
And what about honesty and integrity does it have different values for them than it has
for you and me .
I don’t think Washington, Jefferson, or even Lincoln would approve if they were alive to see.
The things that are transpiring in this country, the Land of Sweet Liberty, the Home of
the Free.
Are ways to manipulate good people like you and me.
This country has had a rash of set backs as of late,
And if we don’t start paying better attention and voicing our concerns, then we are
liable to wind up with nothing to put on our plate.
I firmly believe that we as a nation stand up and glorify Gods name above all else
forever more,
So that His almighty grace will spread across our land from shore to shore.
God has not turned His back on us, we were the ones that walked away,
And I pray to the almighty God that He forgives us this very day.
Form:
Bring me back to I don't care
Back to I'll just comb my hair
Straighten up my ruffled shirt
And never never show I hurt
Freedom isn't free. I paid
And still I owe and earn
This welfare state is not for me
When will the people learn?
It's november fourth today
And I took the time to vote
It's just a goodbye way to say
To all I learned by rote
Freedom isn't free for me
Though more will disagree
I put my time in guarding thee
Goodbye that's all she wrote
Courtroom…Again
Back into the courtroom I go
All the personnel I seem to know
I’m really sick of playing this game
Coming here over and over gets really lame
One of these times I’m going to land in jail
Communication with family only by mail
The DA and lawyers making a deal
A guy getting locked up for a car he didn’t steal
The judge seems to be a descent guy
But not the kind of man to forgive a lie
This time I walked away with no penalty
But next time they’ll probably get me
I cannot wait to put all this in the past
Being good is something that must last
I don’t want to get in trouble anymore
To have a good life, with happiness galore!
…As a proud American,
…Who sees the trouble were in,
…I can not believe my eyes,
…Watching them all spin their lies,
…Then I witness these events,
…Happen time and time again,
…And as our attention shifts,
…They play us all like puppets,
…These bold nefarious acts,
…Happening behind our backs,
…As they plunder the coffers,
…As they take back door offers,
…And sell our votes for profit,
…They steal right from our pocket,
…And as they all watch Rome burn,
…They huff and puff mock concern,
What a good question,
How did I get here? You asked.
At the beginning, a straight path,
One second, one breath, at a time
in a haze, one step forward, at a time.
Sleep, eat, learn, grow-up, build a home,
Time, becoming unlimited in itself.
Many, new problems to solve, concrete and focused.
Hidden intersections, curving stairways,
And the horizon distancing my quest
Other people’s problems took over,
And years tolled by, gardens were planted,
lives were created, challenges completed.
Many, more tasks to accomplish for a wide spread reach.
Options, series of platforms, upwards and downwards,
little space to stand and listen to time passing,
my problem so irrelevant and intangible, out of focus,
more years passed, life divided by stages and phases,
lost in my translation, time held me incomplete.
Many, memories harassed me, looking for that key.
Here, I stand in front of this waterfall, You asked.
One second, one breath, at a time
in a haze, one step forward, with a key.
Sleep, eat, teach, work, dream a future,
Time, is unlimited in itself.
Many, new ideas, a role to play, concrete and focused.
To: The Mayor
From: An anonymous concerned citizen
It appears that our nation has reached a threshold of acknowledgment. The time is now
here when we must acknowledge who and what we are. We must acknowledge the root
cause of our problems at hand and address them accordingly. The truth of the knowledge of
good and evil has been a burden ever since the tribe of Adam learned to speak. It is with a
heavy heart that I lay this burden upon you, and the political, and religious leaders of our
day. The time is here and now. We must turn the hearts of the people away from their false
Gods or suffer. I pray that you accept this challenge graciously and lead us into a more
enlightened reality and out of the darkness in which we dwell. I am counting on you.
Good luck in your quest to becoming a great leader and I hope you enjoy this poem:
Bound And The Binders
Surely the creator can see
our world in it's state of economic woe
what we need is an adequate definition of greed
so we can destroy him and his hosts
oh Israel
think God cannot hear you pray
what do you expect him to do
exalt the gods of your holy days
you worship them in the mighty kings name
now, how can you be saved
I'm afraid it might already be to late
how can you be convinced to repent and turn away
and hang your head in shame
stiff neck
were there no prophets sent to warn you
here I am
and what will you do
do not worry
I'm sure Mithras is coming
Ishtar, Baal, and cupid to
you just keep on praying
and I'm sure they will hear you
Here, stunned, sit I, Illusions fading
reality, not really, changing
veil removed from beguiled eyes
avoiding all the masses cries;
discovered I a plot so cold
the mission now it shall unfold
dark Sirius shadows golden orb
sinister beings our secrets probe
within the deepest realms of Earth
dark web lurking no time for mirth
Light to bring, expose dark truth
of shadow realm 'neath radar lurks
of men corrupt who'd rule the world
subject Adam into their fold
no longer cloaked in sheepskin white
these Wolves plot evil in the night
it's time for us to make a fuss
lest, while Shepherd sleeps, they ravage us...
SARAJEVO the dying time
In this the winter of the growing old
and failing of the hearts, a human crime,
as freezing rain falls thru the bitter cold
a welcomed bit of life is dying time.
No more to feel the pain of day to day
explaining to themselves, the misery,
of what the world's allowed to come their way
but time will prove it's what was meant to be;
and if a sniper's aim might bring the end
of any hope still left to call upon,
there's no one who could even comprehend
what's happened to a time that's dead and gone.
And on the streets their blood will make a stain
until it's washed away by warmer rain.
Sophia:
And these white breast are withered you say
But their whiteness still is rich enough for milk
To nurse you back to common sense and pity
For you are so hardened by the custom of today.
Leroy:
I am sorry that I called you old, it meant nothing
Except to say we must advance with time
And then against it, or we too will cough and die
Like father did, bleeding his lungs out in the mines.
What shall become of us if I continue where he end?
Sophia:
He died because he had to die, we all die and still
We never chose how to die, for that would be a love of death
So death comes and we suffer in the lingering
It was not the mines, son, it was the time for him
Leroy
The time for him! Was his life, my life, our life
All life a joke, a caprice thrown out among the stars
My God I cannot accept this, a man must have some worth
And if not in our stars then in our labor ... we build
A world from these hands alone, and still do not belong
O mother, I shall march, we will march ... let the glory
Come tomorrow ... the tea party is for today!
Sophia
And what shall become of me, your children, your wife?
Do you think men are different because of philosphy
Because we label them? Tenement Square, Iran
Men are ever men, the look of conflict is the smell of blood
And will Authority retreat because your cause is good?
Dogs are not trained to sleep, and fire houses
Not for distant wars, tyranny is the power to do
O that my withered breast could sleep and nothing rue
Leroy
It is not your breast, mother, it is the time
Only from the streets will the leaders listen.