Best Republics Poems
Villanelle: Wander not into a land where the indigene’s indolent
Wander not into a land where the indigene’s indolent
Likely as not the country will be run by interlopers
Open-heartedness is often a cover for self-bemusement
The first signs crop up when lax morals make him relent
Shuts an eye to alien antics on his wife and his daughters
Wander not into a land where the indigene’s indolent
When foie gras vacation rather than who runs government
Or the long weekend pont makes the migrant caretakers
Open-heartedness is often a cover for self-bemusement
Fanatics from dictatorships money-minters from the Levant
Drugsters* outsourced from banana republics’ carpetbaggers
Wander not into a land where the indigene’s indolent
And lo! Ere the cock crows every face in the pram’s sun-burnt
In one generation one-third pray through tongue-twisters
Open-heartedness is often a cover for self-bemusement
In two generations three-fourths take over government
Pimps drug-addicts loafers wage war with spiritual gangsters
Wander not into a land where the indigene’s indolent
Open-heartedness is often a cover for self-bemusement
* drug-pushers, drug-dealers, drug-addicts and their bankers
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2014
Continuation of Brodsky’s History of the Twentieth Century
1918. A flu pandemic in Spain takes hold,
From Kansas over the seas in America bold,
Women’s suffrage win the vote,
Their opinion is not remote,
Russia switches from the Julian calendar,
To the Gregorian, the west’s larder,
Russia agrees the world war to leave,
To forsake the German swastika sleeve,
UK navy air flying squad merges with RAF,
To make one dynamic force, to the Nazi’s deaf,
The Finnish civil war ends which did distract,
Germany away from their vile, aggressive act,
Nazareth and Forest of Argonne battles won,
Allied forces break the Hindenburg line rung,
The First World War ends with freedom standing,
Democracies will liberate and love undemanding,
Austria, Czech, Hungary become Republics grand,
A peace conference is held in Paris’s free land.
The man of the year is William C “Billy” Durant,
The founding owner and President of General Motors,
He engineers automobiles with speed, at some current,
Like sliced bread off a line to be given coasters.
(Billy Durant)
After Billy bought Chevrolet motors,
Of Delaware, to take the market’s rotors,
He made its head into a new entity,
In General Motors company identity,
But this man, called Pierre S DuPont,
Stole his presidency with great foe,
So this chief man Billy bought bowling alleys,
But died unknown to his lucrative days:
But Durant asserted in money terms our friend,
Technology, after which the war did quickly end.
Reference: History of the Twentieth Century by Joseph Brodsky
IF EVER I HAD A COUNTRY - LXXVII
IF ever I had a country proud of its wall-less porous boundary
And if ever by no mistake of the Supreme High Command of the International Militaro-Business Conspiracy I were appointed the CHIEF TARIFF IMPOSER and Eminence Grise of and on all the self-righteous realms rocambolesque republics and renegade run-of-the-mill rotten rotting rostrum-raving riven ribald rascally rickety refugee-raised democracies
Mark my words I’ll put an end to the raping of my dearly-beloved national integrity by
One, importing all available rutting Queen Bees of the "Killer African Bees" and have them breed with local wasps of high pedigree in the front-line of battle along the Southern Border under every tree where I’d let Red Ant-Hills multiply free
Two, import Myanmar Pythons with a taste for digesting young fresh human flesh, mixed with the local brand of Everglades alligators, down the Mississippi and the Colorado River sprinkled liberally with the Grand Canyon brand of the Rattle-Snake with their tell-tale warning-rattle nipped off, together with the silent army of Black Widows clad in their enticing mantilla webs, as a second-line of defense against the illegal refugee
Next, if they still keep coming I’d roundup all the lazy good-for-nothing thick-maned Bisons of the prairies and have them lined up for a Charge-of-the- Heavy-Brigade stampede by whipping their asses to the sound of the Land of the Free
And if this doesn’t stem the tide of illegal immigrants, drug dealers and tourists with empty pockets, I’d call on the faithful Black and White striped Tribe of Appalachian SKUNKS with my tonitruant bugle, line them up so that their posteriors faced Tierra del Fuego and let them squirt to their hind-hearts’ desire even at the risk of driving the entire population out of the country
Yes Siree, this’s what I’d do as the Eminence Grise and Chief Imposer of Tariffs of My Beloved Contree
And this even if I never ever had no country worth saving for the ennui of a penny
(c) T. Wignesan - Paris, June 11, 2019
It took us too long,
but eventually
we noticed Republican women
and Democrats both women and men
often preferred to spend about twice as much on domestic education
and defensively proactive mutual health care assurance
as compared to international defensive co-investment,
too often reduced to the militaristic over-industrialized budget.
And, of that international relations budget,
about two-thirds for growing cultures of healthy peace warriors
and maybe up to one-third on policing criminal offense
with cooperative co-investment intent.
So,
the domestic and educational security matriarchs
formed cooperative ecopolitical networks
for governing inside these fifty States,
while the more WinWin patriarchs
tried to mutually dominate
a more Left-Right Brain and Mind and Incarnate Body
of harmonic global co-investment networks.
Both internal and external cooperatives
rooted in Lovelock and Margulis double-binding
chemistry as also synergetic microbiology
producing Gaia Hypotheses of CoRevolution,
flowering in Golden Rules Revised:
Do not not ecopolitically flex and do
as you would have your great grandchildren remember like you,
with kindness,
contentment,
grace of awesome love,
continued abundant co-investment
in regenerational strings of polypathic mutual promise,
positively imagined in our retrospective matriarchal-patriarchal future,
multicultures of health-balancing wealth.
So tell me
about injustice and hate
Shouting stop censorship
and the KKK
How America sells lies
and blood for oil
Killing Muslims
solely to colonize their soil
Did you forget
who begot who
About Gold, God, Glory
and slavery too
Kind of like Hitler
exterminating the Jews
The London Air Raids
and the apathy that pacifies you
So tell me about revolution
and that propaganda you bleed
Che Guevara and equality of need
Why is it starving Cubans
are swimming for our shore
The Baltic Republics are free
and the Gulags no more
So tell me about freedom
at your friendly neighborhood pub
Drawing gas masks and Swastikas
on your overflowing mug
How burning our flag
suits you just fine
While an Iraqi woman is shot
for speaking her mind
So the next time you scream
about injustice and hate
Extol revolution
and your anarchist state
Remember to ask the Kuwaitis
about capitalists on foreign soil
And who really spilt their blood
for the price of their oil
Mother Trees
will subdue deforesting Earth.
International Green Parties
will conjoin Democratic Organisms,
not so much Machines,
to re-invite WinWin ReBorn RePublics
of and for CommonGround bicameral healthy-wealth,
short- through long-term
wellbeing outcomes.
Those with LeftBrain EitherWin/OrLose challenges
link up karaoke machines and podcasts
to sing and dance new cooperative green anthem
rounds enabling outdoor ecoschool four seasons
in 4D spacetime RealTime
deep learning how to sustain ecovillage nutrition centers
with resilient multicultural abilities
for nurturing water-womb oceanic habitats
and intercontinental wealthy souls.
Organic cafes
build self-entertainment cooperatives
for ballroom and square dancing,
jazz and comedy improv,
blues and soul,
gospel and GodSpell
praising Gaia's gentler green reminders
to take our anthro-centered WinLose hubris
down an EitherUs/OrThem notch,
or even Lose/Lose depressing dualistic two,
away from most self-declared SuperElite
competitive false anthro-wealth
codependent hoarding of fake-health fatalities
between us.
Earth poetry contests,
grow more comparative cooperations
of WinWin polycultural
multicolored ultra-violet hues
and ecofeminist strains,
wonder and awe
transparent greyscaled shades
of double-binding fractal double-negatives
equals positive yang/yin energy
integrating timeless convex/concave octaves
in WinWin water-wombing webs.
A Republic or Democracy
By Franklin Price
8/26/2016
A Republic or Democracy, you may think they're quite the same.
You can see not by the spelling, or the meaning of the name.
Though neither has a royalty, has neither queen nor king;
Representatives are voted in, by the people, that's their thing.
In Democracies it's everyone who has the right to vote
In Republics voters law defined by representatives of note
Theoretically, as time moves on, Democracy remains unchanged.
Republics, through the powers that be, are often rearranged.
Voters changed and methods too to keep the powers there,
To resist all change, if going well, by representatives who dare
A Republic is The U.S.A. not a democracy,
It really is quite evident by the actions that we see.
If not for the Constitution, that our founding father's wrote,
Only the rich and powerful would have the right to vote
The masses would be serfs and pawns; I'm not so sure we're not,
For some are given all they have by the working ones who've got
The rich pay very little and keep the working taxes high
To keep their thumbs upon us, to control us 'til we die.
Many workers are so foolish, think their votes don't mean a thing.
They stay at home on voting day. In their heads, alarms should ring.
By staying home, they have no voice. The rich have less to do
For change will not be coming; surprise!, surprise! there's nothing new.
If you care about this country, and the Republic that is here,
Vote, when the polls are open,. to have a voice, I hope that's clear.
Feeling entitled to self-pardoning Grace
Elitist tendencies
within democracy
competitively arise
as cooperative trusting gratitude
fades away
from anti-colonizing
post-traumatic revolutionary space.
Patriarchal problems
seek matriarchal resolutions.
Republic governance structures,
raising up legislative and executive representatives
to judiciously restore healing
where social and economic and environmental wounds
become public cooperative power
to redeem pathologies
by inviting transparently trusted remediations.
Republics must justify control
of too liberally inclusive love,
and have anthro-supremacist issues
deteriorating into bipolar anger
and polycultural fear
of rabidly overpopulated xenophobia
slowly hatching boundary enhancement schemes,
nationalistic entitlement competitions
replacing humane polypathic hope and faith
in international ecological cooperations
for multicultural health-wealth
2020 revolutions
furthering downstream PositivEnergy Democracy.
We are not wrong
to democratically hope
European Union trust
is a more resilient political ecology
and resonant social theology
than pre-millennial wars
and internecine creedal crusades
and building moats
around castle embattled walls
for hoarding up nutritional treasures
against predative invaders
and polyculturing ideas.
Social and
personal and
economic and
ecological and
theological political integrity
invite democratic gratitude
for republic non-violent bilateral communicating leaders,
green legislators speaking and listening,
and deep learning judicious ecotherapeutic executives
facilitating balance between
LeftBrain deductive unity
and RightBrain sacred inductive diversity,
Secular with Sacred Integrity,
in-between universal ego-health resilience
and unitarian eco-wealthy resonance,
Yang breathing in
Yin bleeding gratitude
ego/eco-redemptively out.
America, fought by our brave fallen few,
Our men and women who honored our flag,
Our nation freedoms grow strong,
Our government is thought to be a democracy, gangocracy or mobocracy,
Our impetus, the Napoleonic Wars when Latin America became republics,
Our consequence is a country that has a fair representation of its people,
Our forefathers who created, the US Constitution and defined quite clear,
Our nation is a Republic, one under God,
Our laws make us great as if written by pencil where we can erase,
Our wrongs can be amended,
Our rights will protect us,
America is truly blessed.
2020 January 02 *2nd Place*
Whitman-Inspired Uplifting Poetry, old or new Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Carolyn Devonshire
Your dark secrets might keep
while Tim Osman's asleep
since coercion tips steep
to stagger those who weep
when republics get choked
by operatives provoked
to snuff freedom while cloaked
behind handles revoked.
Beware the friends you find
while making up your mind
since institutes maligned
shall toss your prayers behind
as they plan their missions
of fascist renditions
while paper magicians
feed their greed ambitions.
So they hype and parade
the boogieman they made,
brandishing their crusade
until each mind's betrayed.
“An imbalance between rich and poor is the oldest and most fatal ailment
of all republics.” ~Plutarch, Greek Philosopher and historian.
Poor people living on the fringes of society
Obscure existence, day to day struggle
Verily, abandoned by the mainstream
Eking out a meager and hapless livelihood
Reared in the roadside shanty hovels
Tortured by their fate, ignored by their gods,
Yes, poverty is the scourge of our times.
~03/27/23
~Contest: Writing Challenge 'P' words
~sponsor: Constance La France.
Karl Marx thought that religion
Was the opiate of the masses,
Which is true as far as it goes.
In his times and in the circumstances,
He could not have thought better or worse—
Not, for instance, of the boomerang, that is,
The dialectic of Base and Superstructure,
Which could engender a hybrid like hegemony,
Which, in turn, enables ruling by consensus;
Not to speak of adjunct opiates
Like Freudian drives, drink,
Vulgar materialism and what not,
Which, in the past, have driven
Empires to break and kingdoms to crack
And, of late, in many ‘Democracies’ and ‘Republics’
Caused women, men, and parties to rise to power,
Caused (Swiss) Bank balances and vote banks to overflow!
— Ram, R. V.
NOTE: I have not structured this form with iambic feet or any other meter. I found this form suits my faith in Jesus as LORD, closest to how I feel: SONnet
OCTAVE:
LORD, as morn yields to noon (or dawn) my SONnet will please, tease, release:
I greet thee, having access to Your throne by Jesus
And His sacrifice on Calvary: We pray against the Virus
With a sunshiny name, an aura of a name, "a garland" ...
Corona Virus, COVID-19, or SARS-Cov-2, Thy Hand
Is mighty and righteous, always Righteous, even in judgment
God of Grace and Love, forgiveness and Provisioning
Forgive me my greed, envy, jealousy, smallness and scheming
SESTET:
I intercede for others now ... as I taught in Gauteng, I now follow:
Make a prayer list, or start a Wall of Prayer at home. Workshops in 2019
With the plea: "U give 8 hours a day to your boss, why not time for God?"
All countries that begin with the letter "K" even if I privilege Kenya
Bless KOREAs (both) Kuwait, LORD do "save" - the Middle-East from war
Kazakhstan, and other former USSR republics, now with "ENTERPRISE" (free)
K indness should govern the atmosphere in a kingdom
I ndividuals should be provided equal rights via Law
N obility as well as commoner are well known in Kingdoms
G od instructed Samuel to allow Israel to have a Kingdom
D ivine Rights of Kings never did have wide acceptance in Europe
O beisance to a king never existed nor was ever desired in America
M ost nations of the world appear to prefer Republics over Kingdoms
C hrist taught his disciples to pray for his kingdom to come
O bedience will not be optional in Christ's coming Kingdom
M ankind from everywhere will live in Christ's Kingdom
E very human kingdom will submit to God's coming Kingdom
Corruption stagnation
A lost nation
A warrior creed
Freedom but a seed
Higher ideals
Millions it kills
Distrusted across the globe
Killing combatants with a strobe
War makes millionaires
Turns billionaires into trillionaires
A gentry class
Proletariat's mast
A tale of two peoples locked in
Democrats and republics political spin
Whites’ hidden hatred
A majority they dread
Gives us your poor and humble
Off to war they’ll crumble
America farce extolled
The citizenry have been rolled