Best Politico Poems
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paritisan status quo and the beliefs that LIE within the scope of their being. Retread the constitution and all that the FF's put into place for
the good of the postulate union as a WHOLE. Persuasion is inconsequential, no matter,
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INWARD TO LEAP OUTWARD TO HELP ALL OTHERS
REGARDLESS OF RECOGNITION, WEALTH, SENIORITY OR ANY SELFSERVING SIGNAGE OF SELF RIGHTEOUS SIGNFICANCE.
THE BEST HELP IS THAT WHICH IS GIVEN, USED, AND PASSED ON, NO THANKS NEEDED,
PAY IT FORWARD times 3. Give is as Give does in the insignificant web we weave. Careful with who u have for breakfast,lunch, dinner, snack,desert
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Corruption Fake News
Government corruption, engulfs us every day
It's bad enough we have to see the down slide on its way
Many people disappear connections can't be made
Obituaries so obscure the stories quickly fade
Families mourn the ones they lose another heart just sinks
They said (an accident) of sorts and Washington just winks
Accusations rarely made It's hard to be that brave
Repercussions swift and hard outcome (could be grave)
Don't think that this is make believe goes back a lot of years
Those very old (so we've been told) just can't get past their fears
Carried on throughout the states (most people never knew)
The smoke screen (that we call the news) diverts your thoughts (it's true)
Working for Politico, (the apple on the string)
Keeps news in line with Washington and riches it may bring
They have no trouble sleeping nights their conscience all but numb
When asked how did, they miss that news they're good at playing dumb..... Pete Yuhas
Chelsea’s well paid by NBC
Doing nothing apparently
Is this a charade
For payoffs to be made
Since Clintons adore bribery?
This is a modern form of "tribute". There is an incest epidemic in the USA. We're talking millions, and this is only a very small slice.
http://www.politico.com/story/2014/06/chelsea-clinton-nbc-600-k-salary-107827
Political Quirks
Political Quirks
why must we vote for
Political Jerks,
They say what you want
just for your vote,
can't we throw the lot of them
into a mote,
Political Quirks
Political Quirks
watch them on T.V.
with their political smirks,
Read my lips,or
let's be perfectly clear
some of their ideals
are perfectly *****,
Political Quirks
Political Quirks
don't use public restrooms
where a politico lurks
Happy Birthday Elvis
on the date of his death
they tell Political lies
with every draw of their breath
political Quirks
Political Quirks
the state of our Union
by Political Quirks!
listen
http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_embedded&v=NtbunQgEi_0
marooned …
she looked sad
when I stopped her
the action of a theory
almost mad as sure
determination grows
four . identification
a matter of when
we show
unification . politico
perfectus to socio
… it’s the order she knows
a pandora . a where now
of why she goes . she echoes
of bio . psyche . technico
the sixth
a scent undeniable
and undetectable
but for the few
….
she looked up
and knew
in his eyes
the truth
.
I’m out of time
genetically modified
to not show
and I’m rogue
….
stunned
and in stereo
her voice within him
let his mind say go
and she was gone
a para . sight
of entangled song
.
the names Callisto
she drove on
as he watched her
fade to colors unseen
” it’s where I’ve been “
he could hear her
a new horizon
unknown of when
she’d return
.
lines of dimension
distort in a form
unmentioned
a storm of disorder
in a Jovian doam
.
her intention
is to move in time
inspired by
Flow My Tears, the Policeman Said
Philip K Dick
" and I don’t know why "
For years preachers have ranted and raved to control the activities of hookers!
Well, I'm proposin' that the guv-mint control the sale and use of pressure cookers!
We've seen the havoc these lethal weapons wreaked upon Olde Boston Towne.
Congress should act, now that the furor over gun control is settlin' down!
There should be background checks on little old ladies who have a yen for one,
And there should be a waitin' period to buy one just as there is for a gun!
Even though they may be designed to hold twelve quarts when locked and loaded,
Congress should limit capacity to six quarts so as not to be accidentally exploded!
I'm really concerned that I broached this urgent matter, upon serious reflection.
I fear some politico might read this and make it an issue to help in his reelection!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(c) All Rights Reserved
What is science?...but,
the study of unknown things,
innovation from the known,with
the process of continued improvements,
...and the pioneering spirit,
in search of the unknown,only to
pronounce a greater understanding...
Where or how...
would this apply
to the study of the humanities,
it's varied modes of empirical investigation,
also with the philosophical and theological studies?
What is expansion...or sion?
exp-...experiment
-an.....of or belonging to
-sion...a combining form
exp-an-sion...experiment of belonging to a combining form
A civilized social organism,with the processing
of the socio-politico-economics,which in turn,
administer to the needs and wants of
the social infrastructure,of a combined whole...
The 4-corners of the earth's great wheel,
have all had their opportunity,in forming
civilized nations of human habitation...
the black south....Egypt
the yellow east....Asia
the white north....Caucasia
the red west........Americas
Dynamics has shown,for each,
a struggle to maintain the resources neccesary
for a growing population,an expending of energy...
there is no repetition of history,since
that would involve identical action,
the chaos theory holds true to that,
as we only face a similarity of action...
Fate...Karma...Original Sin,
pathogenetic...sympathetic
we're all tied to the bonds of the past...
Our Creator's greatest laboratory
'Tis fascinating to read epitaphs that upon stones are etched;
Some are rather appealing, some are tragic, others a bit far-fetched!
'Neath this stone lie at peace a husband and his wife
She a Republican-He a Democrat-both now free of strife
Here rests Bruno Snipes the founder of our fair city
He slipped on a banana peel and died-Oh what a pity
Lion trainer Dave was brave and famed
'Til he met Leo who refused to be tamed
Uncle Bob died so young and we wondered why
Seems he tried to drink Canada Dry
The plane's controls Pilot Horace failed to recoup
Alas he spun out doing a double outside loop
Cowpoke Hank should've known as a matter of course
That it was futile to borrow a judge's horse
Here sleeps Senator Claghorn the wiliest politico around
He was so crooked they screwed him in the ground
Here lies the prolific Chief Many Papoose
Who with brave's wives played fancy and loose
She met her doom as over the cliff she did traverse
Instead of shifting to drive she shifted to reverse
Cowboy Pete was so bow-legged from riding his horse
That he lies in a double-wide coffin as a matter of course
Villanelle: The only thing the masses can buy
The only thing the masses can buy
That’s not listed on the stock market
The one-way ticket out of our sky
They scrub they shine they barely e’er cry
With no bats to defend their wicket
The only thing the masses can buy
Marx and Engels tried to tell them why
Yet unions all the reasons forget
The one-way ticket out of our sky
Best show on earth watch democrat ploy
Big Ben Speaker cry “ORDER” and fidget
The only thing the masses can buy
Yet the masses sell votes on the sly
To slice bi-cameral house in secret
The one-way ticket out of our sky
Duped by spam tv fearful and shy
See they why Socrates kicked the bucket*
The only thing the masses can buy
The one-way ticket out of our sky
* "The trial of Socrates (399 BC) was held to determine the philosopher’s guilt of two charges: asebeia (impiety) against the pantheon of Athens, and corruption of the youth of the city-state; the accusers cited two impious acts by Socrates: “failing to acknowledge the gods that the city acknowledges” and “introducing new deities”.
The death sentence of Socrates was the legal consequence of asking politico-philosophic questions of his students, from which resulted the two accusations of moral corruption and of impiety. At trial, the majority of the dikasts (male-citizen jurors chosen by lot) voted to convict him of the two charges; then, consistent with common legal practice, voted to determine his punishment, and agreed to a sentence of death to be executed by Socrates’s drinking a poisonous beverage of hemlock." (Source Wikipedia)
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2018
shivering teeth the ceiling’s descent,
the drunken spongy borders of
dim imagined soggy pulsing
images in foggy spots,
exhalation and the sound of exhalation,
sense as the center of dampening paper
surrounded by our soft cocooning breath.
the shrieks are streaked across the walls by
muffled crux-splatter and shuffled scuttle after
skin-wrinkling stink, under-curl shrinkwrap of
comatose redeye
paint-by-memories,
remembered
visions of
ambling backslides,
jigsawed backside horizon
intimating blackened soul,
so
the sky is falling
in so dark split shatter rift cracks
faded bleak paint streaks
bleeding watercolor from above,
cloud fog tops of toothy skyscrapers,
drip drop splatter plops on
closed eyes,
vacuum void pupils, and
fingernails that scratch attached to hands attached to sprawling nothing
named.
echoing
generating rank fragrant impact
sacks of poetry,
memory,
life
stacked by the door
filling cracked space gaps with
slick and sickening scattered sacks,
shattered patched mock-smokeless thoughts
collecting next to kitchen sinks,
grime and mold and
ants converging colonists,
the smell the heat it generates congeal to
melt the hipster
break the beatnik
and
politico and
preacher melt
the child father mother melt
the you the me
into
elemental blank drywall
cement smooth surface,
reflection of an etch-a-sketch,
cannibal intellect,
our scratching sounds
obscured through suture-milky selves,
imagined innocuous incestuous imagination,
the poem the poet are clown house mirrors
reflecting endless reflection reflecting endless
so endless
so stab the bleeding hearts of the
bleeding-heart poets,
**** abrasively the ******* of the
sensuous speaking spectacle
preformed performance
melt all it is
it’s all
it is and
all is
On The Evolution Of Liberation…
Once again
our humanity is taxonomically
mocked---no longer ¾
*****sapiens---a step
just below
that of being human. Rather,
today, we’re an endangered species---
a modern classification absurdity
indeed!
Though endangered species
are protected, we remain
open season game through the year---
our peculiar genus being decimated
by lawlessness and unprotected justice;
our punctuated equilibrium
deemed a politico-economic and
socio-cultural threat
to the ecological stability
of the parasitic symbiosis
that exist between
lighter and darker
hued human organism---
where the former
has evolved predator
while the latter has evolved prey.
Yet
Once again
in the scheme of creation---
despite the rampant
predator Attempts
at extinction---the prey
will rise and evolve greater
adaptive survival techniques
that will enable them
to overcome the off-branching
of injustice and nullification.
Know
Once again
as we continue
to trod the Jubilee Road:
“If God is for us, who [or what]
can be against us?”
Racist power mongers,
theirs and the flesh
of their murderous activities---
political, economical, social
and physical genocide,
are all like wild blades of the grass
of nullification and the wicked flowers
of injustice---trying to grow
in God’s vast field of human life:
The grass of nullification shall wither
and the flowers of injustice shall fade---
and the breath of God shall blow
seeds of freedom, justice and equality---
to fall upon fertile fields of liberation.
young buck, half buck, maybe two buck duo
maybe troubled like infamous Dutch painter
maybe a whole gang'a bucks that you know
shakin' cans for markin' their container
a mark of art - some meaty graffiti
you see it's in the eye of the beholder
some show as crass trash junkin' thinkin'
some show as true talent a bit bolder
tag lines, Graffito, in muraled center-city
socio-arterial politico feigned angry, witty
truth's not pristine, it's dirty and gritty
walled-up feelings sprayed out upon the city
been runnin' the rails since the rails converged
been runnin' in streets since ancient antiquity
been runnin' since peoples opinions diverged
been runnin' thoughout civilization's calligraphy
there's been ugly crap - there's been beauty
there's been lies lined up on concrete walls
there's been tags behind corner cops on duty
there's graffiti hanging in the MoMA art halls
ever'body's got som'thin' they wanna say
ever'body wants their ideas to have weight
ever'body really wants to have their own way
ever'body's clean-slatein' with urge to create
Bomb the wall with eight cans o' Rustoleum
like Jef Aérosol, Avoid pi, and Cha in Barcelona
Bomb it good t' let 'em know where you're from
picture your mind floatin' with that aérosol aroma
so, is it some peoples art of expression
or is it an eyesore with no merit to us
that conversation is a never-ending question
really depends on tags you put on it, I guess
© Dave Lego 2013-01-14
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Graffiti
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/MoMA
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jef_A%C3%A9rosol
http://www.adamvoid.com/index.php?/archive/archive/
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cha_(artist)
http://www.smithsonianmag.com/arts-culture/aerosol-200802.html
Designed by the man,
extortion from subjects.
Who gave you the right
to adjudicate effects?
We pay your wage
for treatment of cattle.
We stand in your lines
to pay our yearly shackle.
Payment for own property,
on which, you've thrown a saddle.
Your strong men sit smugly.
Traitors of the revolution.
Taxing without representation.
Coffers full, forced by institution.
How dare you charge me.
Payment for property, already mine.
Failed promises of what's bought.
War machine payed by tax and fine.
Keep pushing corporate politico!
Soldiers gather, backed into a wall.
Who is going to defend you
when justice arrives to the ball?
Our system makes it so easy,
as to which side we will choose.
With numbers growing steadily,
we've grown weary of the fools.
My house and mine,
the decision has been made.
We don't recognize your rules.
I'll recover what's been overpaid.
Are there any true terrorists,
or just oppressed majority?
Those who won't vote for you,
crushed by assumed authority.
An entire country
built on the back of a slave.
Promised freedom, murdered some.
Lied to ensure their enclave.
You're not the greatest country.
That time has passed.
Look at the stats.
This carriage has become a travesty.
Better change fast.
Your current stance,
won't stand to last.
Stop frisking our economy.
-Angel Fatale-
POLITICO
There’s a rain of gold
And I’m the ray of that hope
My vatic come to pass
And good fortune comes to us
Did I not talk to the gods?
Did I not listen to their words?
The debacle of my enemies cometh
Like a deluge and blitz together
But I’ll live for a long time
For I’ve touched nobody’s dime
Only legless allegations
By spineless alligators
Were it not for the forces of darkness
The poor would have stumbled on riches
Not just beggars with wishes
Beggars saddled and trotting away on their horses
I have a dream, not to lie side by side with predators
Rather to talk one on one with my creator
To take your prayers and tithe to the inner sanctum
To receive your baskets and treasures in God’s name
This is a valiant’s palate of bitter herbs
One day those of garb the royal robes
About me with golden ring
Then you’ll know I’m a supernatural being
Has not my prophesy come true?
That false prophets will come to you
Ranting about a new leader
I am an adept mind reader
And I see the scriptures of the evil one
In whoever denies that I’m not the one
Bright Githui
Peel back the onion tear squeals
coming from a televised live politico lynch rally
See the sound byte rubber duckie
teflon touting
his favorite effigy combustible hits
Penguin strutting presidential seal
got a billy goat attitude, kicking rude gutter alley
A moving goalpost sway dis plucky,
sour spouting
his most edgy, nitroglycerin lip obits
Give an Orwellian mad props shout out
to this Banana Republic appeal
It’s got plenty of Hammedetha hate, swastika love
Bent cross rules
trolling tropic yellow fever
Rabid delirious cold sweat vanilla doubt,
fascist hope has a death toll knell
It’s got bundles of blitzkrieg love, Haman hate
Coin bossed tools
pull on the hangman’s lever
Banana Republic appeal
got a filthy lucre piggy publican feel
Roman togas behind the keel steering wheel,
Caesars wanton more red dollar bills
Two thousand fraudulent, furrowed years,
crucified cries dripping with Diaspora tears
Banana Republic appeal ...
Legionnaire monkeyshine hurt,
skeleton bones
sabertooth rattle toss
a high yellow alert
Alien fear don’t have to gun tote yield,
power corrupts when a Balaam wields
Scimitar curved insides
swinging sling blade serrated hate
Dividing every Canary gripe state
Carny barker razor edge spit,
spiked with Herod care,
lung pour Raid
the Dixie klear kup of Kool-Aid
Banana Republic appeal ...
heady void, thoughtless swill
Pendulum arc bullet shot
is a guillotine drop done deal