Best Politician Poems
That's not my elephant! my father said to me
Mine is pink with wings, funnily, he likes to eat spaghetti
I think I'll call him Ella, named after a girl I knew
We danced at the 2nd graders ball, her dress was so see through
My father was once a politician, until his marbles began to set
I visit him as often as I can, introducing as if we'd just met
But somewhere in his confusion, he can recite The Bill of Rights
And once he does he smiles, to me he can still delight
As I turn to leave, to wave goodbye, in his eyes I see a tear
Still reciting The Bill of Rights, smiling from ear to ear
With Ella from the 2nd graders, he smiles in self triumphant
As he points towards the window, it's not pink, that's not my elephant!
POLITICIAN PERDITION
Do you find yourself analytical
When it comes to things political
Corpulent men in suits and ties
Cheat with promises and lies
With true intent we go to vote
To make choice of ass or goat
Labor, Nationals, Libs and Greens
Strut their stuff like Kings and Queens
Have you met an honest Pollie?
Show me one - I'll shout: By Gollie!
With their hands deep in our pockets
They send taxes up like rockets
The grass withers and crops die
For feed and water creatures cry
While there's water up on Mars
And in ‘swamp’s’ well plenished bars!
Trump - outsider - stands his ground
Trait in Pollies seldom found
He treats leaders, lords and Kings
Marionettes dangling on strings.
Never TelePrompt refined
Opens up and speaks his mind
Straight from heart and off the cuff
Uncut diamond in the rough
Mock his lack of history pure
Never going to be demure
He hits back at thrown insults
I care more for his results
So let’s give an admonition
To bog dwelling politicians
‘Had enough to fill your cup
Drink it down! Your time is up!’
I had to close my eyes and cover my ears to listen,
wanting not to see the expressions on their faces
just filled with lies, ill prepared, oblivious to reality, all fake.
She said, he said is an ever constant laugh at poking fun
what the other should or shouldn't have done
what they did or did not do, e-mails lost or misconstrued
it's the people who have not won like me and you.
Both announce bold grandiose accomplishments and claims
to have surpassed sacrifice and hardships and strife
and each are so untruthful in this game of blame
deception of private and political lives frozen in still life.
Neither seem to know what honesty and sacrifice truly is
their records show only more deception and lies, hers and his
less than a hundred thousand jobs were pre- existing
but he created them, believe me, believe me?
It seems only the rich and famous chose to bully, lie and rule
a lot of money here, a little e-mail deleted there
and in that oval office selfish, deluded powered fools.
Is there such thing as an honest politician
to restore our America split by this derision
could we recognize them if they suddenly appeared
or shall they remain unknown never to be revered.
Sung to the great single: "Loves Me Like A Rock." from There Goes Rhymin' Simon. (1975.)
(Half heard :)
The camera's got to be rolling, man. It's got to be rolling... Gospel Chorus: “ Ahhwoo…
Well, I'm running, yes I am. (Running, yes, he is!)
And I'm asking all of you. (Asking all of you.)
Now tell me, are you? ( Are you?)
Are you better than you were before? (Much Bet-ter than before.)
My opponent's had his chance. (He has had his chance.)
And I'm here to tell you straight and true
He's failed you. He's failed you.
He'll stand there and say I'm wrong
But you all know that I'm right (Yeahhh.)
It's got to be so plain and simple
That he's wrong. (Ohhh, he's wrongggg.)
So, let me promise here and now (promise here and now.)
That I'll do what I say I'll do. (Promise what I'll do.)
For I tell you people, who does (Whooo.)
Who does he think he's fooling? (Who does he think he's fooling?)
He'll tell you everything he's done. (Everything he's done.)
But if you care to look up his whole record
There's just nothing. There's nothing. (AAAhhh...)
He'll argue and scream and plead
But you just know that he is wrong. ( Ahhhh.)
The facts and figures tell his story.
That's he's just wronggg. (He’s wrong, he’s wrong.)
And if I should be elected now. (Yes, elect him now.)
The minute the people call my name. (People call my name.)
You know that I hear you! (HEARRR.)
Hear every word you're saying! (Hear every word you say!)
Just ask for anything you want! (Anything you want!)
Because I'm just a town hall a-way from you.
I hear you! I hear you! ( Yeahhh!)
I'm eager to preen and please
Because you know.. I'm here for you! (Yeahhhh.)
I represent the people truly,
I hear you! (Hears you, yes, he does.)
You all must know that I can hear you! 3x (Hears you, yes, he does!) 3x
Hear you every day and night now.
Hear you, yes I do! (Oh yes, he does!) (Repeat in staggered cadence and FADE OUT.)
(Insert Howard Dean yelp or yelps here!)
Hear you, yes I do! Hear you, yes I do! Whoop!
Hear you every night and day, now, hear you! Yes I do! (Repeat and FADE OUT :)
Tried to name an honest politician
~ but I'm not a magician
Politics! Politics!
What a deadly
game,making
her victim early
lame.Dear
memories i
recall there
was but once
an election,but
present tell us
of selection.
With eyes as a
night owl ,we
see men with
ill mind as
ancient saul, it
would have
been a
pleasure to pay
them the visit
of christ and
rename them
paul, they think
the game is
neat yet it
leads them to
early pit,the
whole thing
digs a trench
when they
think its a
fence.
They believe
they are
players yet all
they need is
prayers,they
are v.i.p at
night
clubs,when
they need to
prepare their
cross,they
think they
have alot of
fans but soon
they will be
taken away in
vans.
Your form of
revenue is
easy,while
workers at
your avenue
are busy, they
went rubbing
the poor to fill
their abyss
accounts,while
their purses
were opened
by INEC leaches.
Their wealthy
company are
now crumbling
before a fall,
and their once
healthy skin
are growing
wrinkled,at the
right time, the
bile of death
they
tasted,the
throbbing
sensation of a
last breath
they
experienced,and
their life cud
was cut, to 6
feet he
became
reduced.
Politicians are the most pretentious
to emerge from the primordial mulch
of creation.
They pretend to love,
they pretend to care,
In the case of them doing any deal
remotely benefiting constituents
is on condition they profit in prestige,
wealth and a seat, a boardroom chair.
They hug an old lady its a photo opp
They kiss a baby its a god damn video shot,
Even though the homeless is festering,
lacking in compassion, bolstering they bray,
But miss the point that businesses has
reneged on paying a livable wage
The politicians are one piece of work,
weird that they represent the rich and
well to do,
and to you, dem stuff dem chest with
ashes while exiting poverty,
they knew which way the wind blew
Well, money pour to the centre augmented
by a guard of honor rough beast of men,
though shroud now, don't be surprise when
you find its the politicians.
Puppet
Figure on strings
Moved by a wealthy hand
Willingly manipulated
Dummy
Written on 6/4/2015
The only good politician
is a dead one.
They are the root of rebellion
with their fabricating forked tongues;
This should not imply they be killed
Hell no! Karma will tend to that.
As a rule they’re old and grizzled
men -self servers that have grown fat
at the expense of the people;
Parasites pandering their base
rarely the country’s as a whole
beginning at the polling place.
Their souls sworn in smelly restrooms
their shiftiness baptized in piss.
Both [left and right] are lowdown goons
And when they’re gone they’re never missed.
Trump's not a Politician
By Franklin Price
12/11/2015
Trump's not a politician
I'm sure that's no surprise
He's very controversial
One you even might despise
If you have an interest
In the presidential race
You'll have to thank him for it
He puts perspective in its place
I didn't say he had it
He can make you sing the blues
But if it wasn't for him
There'd be no presidential news
Every time he runs his mouth
Outlandish words come out
You must admit he's got you thinking
Of what this country's all about
Political correctness
Is not his best forte
He practices against it
It's really not his way
Republicans against him
And the Democrats for sure
He opens up the outhouse door
To expose all their manure
Too bad he's so outspoken
And scares us to the core
Could be a politician
And say a little less than more
He'll never be the president
We could never go that deep
We would have to be responsible
Be the goats and not the sheep
Leader
Talented, wicked
Tricking, lying, cunning
A person motivated by greed
'Politrickcian'
Limerick: Once a Politician on hunger strike
Once a Politician on hunger strike
Dreamed of juicy steaks Champagne and Klondike
Meantime ate humble pie
And promised not to die:
So they fed him caviar and the like!
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2014
Poetry______ (Fill in the blank) Contest
Poetry Politician
I am a Poetic Political Messiah and I will answer your call
Cast your vote in my name with every word and syllable
I'll ease the mixed words in your mind helping with your muse
With me as your Political President a contest you'll never lose
Rhyming is my specialty and I can complete any free verse
Haiku's I do and alliteration too, did I mention you'll come in first
I am literary hierarchy like E.F. Hutton you'll listen to my words
Penning paper perfectly making sense out of all things absurd
In closing I thank my family, friends, and you all my poetic employers
Timothy, Rose, Silent, and Broken Wings and of course The Poet A Destroyer
05/01/2016
He speaks, even shading tears
so passionate as if he cares
his promises, putting our emotions to a dare
and honey coated lips,
exaggerating his intentions to be fair
He gets our mandate and no more near
the compatriots b’cos of whom
he had sleepless nights
are now treated so mere
His presence is gone, he’s no more here
it’s happening! Exactly our fear
showcases as ripe and edible
in a short time, now a spoilt and rotten pear
There’s a limit to which the people can bear
the speed to his downfall, they’re holding its gear
disappointment, anger and bitterness they wear
he’ll then be kicked back to where he belongs- the rare!
The "Fighting Cock"gets in the ring,and is ready to fight to gain fortune,wisdom,happiness,and some fame! The great ""Fighting Cock"never stops! The "Fighting Cock"knows all the rules,and one of the main rules is not to stop so that he can remain being a "Fighting Cock"!The "Fighting Cock"does not stop! The boundary is set in a ring,and the two "Fighting Cocks"are placed there to do their own thing! Sometimes we get a "Fighting Cock" who hits the right spot,and works to satisfy the people they lead ,and serve a lot: That is a rough "Fighting Cock"!That is a victorious "Fighting Cock"! He gets in the ring ,and plays by the rules,an d fights against poverty,and fights for those who are being misused,and abused! The "Fighting Cock" loves to fight to correct what is wrong,and he fights to make things right! The "Fighting Cock" pleases his woman in the day ,and in the night,because she realizes that fighting for liberty,justice,love,empathy,and freedom is alright,since that is what the greatest "Fighting Cocks" do to fulfill their life! We who fight for the positive effects of what "Love" can bring have a victorious song to sing as a "Fighting Cock"! Love is the synonym of "God" ,and the work that the "Fighting Cock" does that is good is never in vain! The "Fighting Cock" need not be ashamed,as he realizes his good works in the fight uplifts "The Lord God Almighty in Jesus's "Holy Name"! The "Fighting Cock" has soldiers who are on "The Left" and soldiers who are on "The Right"!The "Fighting Cocks"and their soldiers fight for what is compassionate,loving,and kind,because as a "Fighting Cock" victory for these things stays on their minds all of the time! The "Fighting Cocks" real quest is simply totally sublime as they defeat the enemy most of the time!!! The passionate "Fighting Cock" is a friend of mine!I myself am a "Poetic Fighting Cock",so let us go "Hence"as we achieve a victory over any enemy whether they be foreign or domestic!!! "Fighting Cocks" never stop!"Fighting Cocks" knocks the enemy completely out of the ring,and out of the box!"Fighting Cocks"....Cock-a-do-da-do!