Best Socialistic Poems
~ My Plea~
Without my liberty, oh God,what is there?
Just staring into controlled, fetid air?
Where lies make me utterly stone-cold frozen,
I cannot move unless I am chosen?
A walking corpse, if there be such a thing.
Muzzled face, with a gold nose ring!
"Animal Farm" come to life!
Don't speak, you'll cause so much strife!
The beginning of our very end!
All nations so darn fearful of one rule to bend.
This is far more hurtful than any war.
Our stand for our liberty, we foreswore.
Freedom of assembly, what is that?
With our Constitution, shredded, on the floor,in our flats.
God now locked behind unlawfully shut doors?
In the name of health, more than a bore.
Good Americans take down your flags.
You have surrendered and now live in CoVid land?
Take it back, I beg you, our future is in our hands.
Don't let it wash away in socialistic sands!
God Bless America!
~ Land That I Love~
April 17, 2020
3:30pm PST
I've been watching these two groups lately,
Left and right & all those between.
Where resolutions appear adrift or absent,
And legislation became downright mean.
The battling and the bickering, seems to be
Creating fear all along to blame.
While moderation and discourse through debate,
Has fallen painfully, only to face shame.
As this nationalism is bantered about,
Extolling the revered, capitalistic way
Only to 'trash talk' anything socialistic,
As if the demonic would come out to play.
And forget anything of a brave new world,
As globalization is fought and ignored.
Because that one world government might
Loom closer to some, & we know how that's deplored.
Yet we have also witnessed a dismal harvest,
When seeds of distrust finally bore their fruit.
While some felt it added to our greatness,
More saw only failure that was absolute.
Since our greatness isn't defined by the irrational,
Its definition lies with opportunity & equal chance.
So as we feed on our roots of diversity & fairness,
Our growth will be the fuel to romance.
We are all aware of the season
Politicians give us good reason
To be happy we still have choices
And bark in our hunting dog voices
This year is like the rest
All from different nests
Somewhat similar attacks
Groupie pundits pushin' the pack
Donning my helpful glasses
Suddenly nothing but asses
In their eyes they see perfection
"I'm stoked about this election!"
"The Donald,"what can you say
A billionaire's ass on display
He eats with a golden spoon
While immigrants clean his room
"Let's put up a wall"
Charge admittance to my shopping mall
Take a part of the gate
And be richer when I skate
On the trail of old Ted Cruz
A poet's first thought is lose
But things from Texas grow bigger
Including the size of their chiggers
I digress, I'll drop the sarcasm
Before my bowels have a spasm
Ol poemdog says this trails cold
He's under 30% in the polls
A synonym of donkey is ass
Below Hillary's I see brass
Most likely a federal criminal
Wearing pant suits is so seminal
But ol Bill is her advisor
Which makes her none the wiser
Ol poemdog just won't tell
Exactly what he smells
Now ol Bernie he smells fresh
But honestly he won't mesh
If I follow the trail of this scent
I can live off of the government
If I wanted to live socialistic
I'd give the realm another statistic
I guess fresh would be the right word
Ol Bernie smells like a turd
Well Ol poemdog loves a chase
And I'm at the tail of this race
The smells affecting my vision
Another crappy decision
an original poem by the "Poemdog"
I'm kind of taken by Jeremy Corbyn, the man and his success,
And believe that for the leadership role he may be able to dress;
I think what’s going unsaid is that he’s kind of in a way funny,
Minutely, not gloomy like Brown or Miliband, but kind of somewhat sunny.
He’s a breath of fresh air on the economy and education,
‘Cos he’ll tax the rich more and increase the tax of corporation,
He’ll set up a National Education Service for any and for all,
And restrict free schools so that upon liberality they will call.
Tax evasion will be dealt with, so Amazon and Starbucks can cower,
And housing rents will be controlled, to let the hard-worker flower;
Immigration will not be dismissed, and welfare reform will be opposed,
And Trident will not be renewed, as political solutions will be supposed.
The renationalisation of energy giants will stop high electricity bills,
And Europe will centre in British politics and system safety drills;
The NHS will not be privatised but with social care it will be warm,
And women’s workplace rights will be proffered in a massive, great big swarm.
He'll have a Minister for the Arts, to trophy art, music, literature and poetry,
He opposed the Iraq war, and will work with Russia at diplomacy;
He’ll fight for socialism and its beliefs, but in a modern way, considered,
And he’ll represent normal people, because he comes from Salford.
However, I don't like John MacDonnell, the Shadow Chancellor of the Exchequer,
Who should be more for the centrist view and a conscientious people reader;
His right-hand man should be someone who gives the opinion of the party’s right,
To offset Labour Leader Mr Corbyn and his radical, militant, socialistic fight.
But all the best to you, Jeremy, I hope things go your way,
And you stabilise the country with the left-wing policies of the day;
Although your shadow cabinet should be more representative in its views,
I hope that the economy rewards you for your heartfelt unionist dues.
You can read some of Jeremy Corbyn's poetry at http://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/politics/Jeremy_Corbyn/11844716/Published-at-last-the-poems-of-Jeremy-Corbyn.html
Characteristics
Just a few..
Analytic
Artistic
Authentic
Capitalistic
Domestic
Energetic
Puristic
Sarcastic
Scientific
Semantic
Simplistic
Socialistic
Stylistic..
Can you choose..
Ask yourself..
Which of these
Are you..
06/01/15
D.C.
Being on the team that got
Trump elected.
People treat me as if
I were seriously infected.
For being part of a team,
That shares Trump's
American dream!
Of an America strong and
free of government coercion,
And unwilling to be brainwashed into
Socialistic promises of freebie
diversions.
Trump believes in the Constitution
While others cry, " Restitution"
For what?
President Trump honest
to a fault, add humanity, too.
The Democrats won't give
him a chance are you kidding?
They play him the fool~
Like a drunk at a wedding.
The media burns the midnight
oil,
To broadcast truth?
A joke from which they all recoil.
Their goal of course, to cause national turmoil and poison discourse.
It's like a poisonous snake has
settled on the press.
Acosta, accosting a
presidential aide fighting
over a mike.
Acosta, a bonehead who
lightning should strike.
There should be a book
Published by CNN with
a poison pen...
" How we Destroyed the
USA."
It's not a matter of how, but when.
Worse, Trump and family believe
in God, an unforgivable sin.
Why don't his detractors just drink
a pint of cheap gin.
They can't get over the fact that
Hillary lost, much to their chagrin.
Democrats and Fake News create
new lies,
"Impeachment" always~their battle cry!
Oligarchs, Russia and Wiki-leaks,
Well, my fellow Americans,
Their false fairy tales just plain stink.
So now Nadler and Schiff, two
Sterling men sharpen their knives
Let's go over all the President's taxes
Surely there is something he's hiding.
They can't stand success, these Swamp
Creatures, they!
And Elijah Cummings, their new CPA.
The entire Trump family has been
under attack, children included.
How compassionate, the Democrats are.
Infanticide, included.
These wolves on The Hill!
Whose sole purpose in life is to
Decry all the President's triumphs
And wish him~nothing but ill!
The press stretches truth like a
rubber band,
Shameful despicable lies.
America will survive all of this,
We will remain a Republic.
Will remain free, prosperous and
always stand.
John F Kennedy said this about the people of East Berlin, "the people of East Berlin are voting with their feet." Hence the land of "eloquent silence." Where people were so afraid of being turned into the state police. They were afraid to speak their minds in a socialistic form of government. For the fear of being turned over for questioning and integration by the communist security police.
In spite of what happened during the Vietnam generation. And in spite of what has been happening in Hong Kong and in Valenzuela young American people are favoring a socialist government. They are censoring freedom of expression as hate speech. Which includes any person who disagrees with you. Yes, racist speech is hate speech! And so is censoring freedom of expression by the term political correctness! Political correctness violates free speech!
Remember the days when it was not politically correct in the United States of America to wish people a Merry Christmas? Cities and town were prohibited from Christmas decorations. Especially if they were religious in nature! They even wanted to ban people from displaying Christmas religious decorations on their lawns. People used terms such as happy holidays and season's greetings and they still do today. Which is fine by me!
When I was younger, Winter break was called Christmas Vacation. And spring break was called Easter Vacation. That changed even when I was enrolled in the public school system. I was either in high school or junior high. When it first took effect. Choirs and bands could not sing religious songs.
The ten commandment and religious monuments were being torn down
by people, who wanted freedom from religion. Cites such as Everett Washington had to fight to keep our ten commandments. By designating it as an historical landmark.
People have the basic right not to believe in God if they want to! That's what freedom of religion is all about. People have the right to believe in God if they want to. People have the right to disagree, and I would like to keep it that way!
Love in Christ Jesus!
Roxanne Lea Dubarry
Roxy Lea 1954
Roxy 1954/ October Country
July 03, 2020
Educated fools make rules that tell you and I what we should or should not do
Rules needed to continue to burry you under the edification of demons
To resurrect menus of abuse from a time of misuse
Just like Stalin and his socialistic science
A super human I mean ape is behind this
The majority wants to blind us letting us use our own binders
Manufacturing an army of one kinders
They say we are weak so they play finders keepers
Leaving man kind to turn into sheepish weepers
Destined to be believers
Enlightenment is no longer enticing us
Instead we just role the dice and cuss
Cause we are man made erected in a cave
Just born yesterday
An ancestral clock ticking no body feels the licking they are getting from there master
No more disaster no more devastation the majority stands on the sidelines awaiting
Blackened lips shoot out spit and all ears perk up to hear
Clear illumination shown in high definition
Wasting a generation still not raping but taking yes taking the tasty suckle youth
Not asking to write this new dictionary of hope
Im not a dignitary but I hold up my post
Not to boast shout outs closed
Putting on my cloak of quotes for awhile
If we off then we off lets go off in style
A poem about two cities, 12000 miles apart,
but when it comes to politics, the same!
Bradford in England, Manukau in New Zealand.
We all know
there is an authentic world
being endured,
in the inner city.
Rampant “Bradford” In the north,
“Manukau” In the south,
all insidious pavements
lead only to concepts of
harmonious bickering,
acrid tasting pollution
bound by the “Red Ribbon”
of municipal crap!
True blue generations reared
in socialistic ideals,
surrounded by slabs of concrete
to demean a catabolism
of one’s comfort zone,
a system nurtured
in closed minds, torn souls!
Yet today many voices
constantly cry out,
from behind the barriers
that society constructed erroneously;
voices that ripple
the airwaves, before being
immersed in an ocean of
radical subversion.
“If only to keep them bastards down.”
“Manningham lane”
“Preston road”
Teeming with cultivated
inclinations, fenced in like cattle
where the “Acropolis” Meets
the “Ghetto” That invisible
boundary of frailty, whether physical
or in one’s self righteous mind!
© Harry J Horsman 1997
Domestic Dissent
Ashamed of their child’s becoming,
Who doesn’t deserve their divine respect
Give up on this self-righteousness already!
Why can’t you be like the other kids?!
We, are your parents!
Your “Constitutional rights” don’t apply!
Only my opinion deserves respect,
Only my opinion matters!
Choose a career for money,
That’s your new life goal
We, decided it was best for you
You cant care! You’re just a kid!
You shouldn’t be worrying about these things,
You don’t need to.
No, you’re the children,
You’re the ignorance,
You’re the censors,
Socialistic through administrative interest
Communistic through uniformity in naivety
You know,
I’ve met adults that pledged they would never become their parents,
They didn’t fulfill their vow.
“That’s the most horrible,
Terrifying thing,
When you realize you are just like your parents.”
I’ll follow through,
All you continuers of humanity out there,
Support your kin,
That’s all they want,
Support
Through,
Love
Understanding
Acceptance
&
A positive influence
Are you an optimistic realist
or a realistic optimist?
Are you a fatalistic humanist
or a humanistic fatalist?
Staunchly capitalistic rules out socialistic
but can't socialistic flirt a bit with capitalistic?
Artistic may be wildly narcissistic
yet is narcissistic necessarily artistic?
If nihilism goes ballistic
Are ballistics then nihilistic?
Calvinistic is never hedonistic
but might hedonistic become Calvinistic?
The theistic frown on the atheistic
yet the atheistic themselves were once theistic
The egoistic are not likely to be altruistic
but the altruistic may well be egoistic
Linguistics is so much more than dry statistics
yet statistics make or break theories of linguistics
The opportunistics are not naturally idealistic
but the idealistic must often be opportunistic
Can something simplistic be pluralistic
or something pluralistic be simplistic?
To be perfectly objectivistic
~ I am frankly rather pessimistic
Another New Year
Dr. James E. Martin
©December, 2013
A new year is coming and quickly it does seem
Soon it will be twenty fourteen.
We know not now what will be in store,
Will all be pleasurable or will much we abhor?
It is difficult to fathom the amazing speed
With which each year the days recede.
I guess there is something directly related
To more gray hairs that are unabated
With the world in chaos and our nation a mess
A sad truth most would readily confess.
It is now high time that adjustment be made
Before the national fabric is further frayed.
Will this be the year that this nation will implode?
Will we continue to systematically erode?
Values that once were common ground
Can only with diligence these days be found.
Will this be the year that our leaders actually lead?
Will they continue our sovereignty to impede?
Will this be the year of our Lord’s return?
Will many more the truth discern?
Will America return to a place of prominence?
Will capitalism see socialistic dominance?
Will political correctness be finally controlled?
Will perverseness be more and more be extolled?
Will freedom of speech be completely obliterated?
Will religious expression be forever decimated?
Many more concerns are on the mind of many
As actions and reactions are growing more uncanny.
Yes, another year will soon pass from view
And memories both bad and good we’ll review.
The days before us are quite uncertain
Let’s determine to expect a victorious curtain.
Take a look around you
What do you see?
War and famine
Death and hate
Lives being torn apart
If you could make a wish now
What would it be?
Peace and love
Food and money
Socialism, no greed
Take a look around you
What do you see?
Food, money
Shelter, protection
More than what you need
Now think about the others
Who don’t have what we have
And all we do is take for granted
The luxuries in our life
Maybe one day in the near future
You’ll take another look around you
And see the love and the peace and a socialistic world
A truly spectacular view
HOWLING DRAGONS
PATROLLED THE SKIES.
IN SEARCH OF BEINGS
WHO RECENTLY DIED.
A BLINDING LIGHT
BEAMED UPON.
ONE MINUTE THEIR THERE
THE NEXT MINUTE GONE.
UNGODLY STENCH
OF ROTTING FLESH.
FILLED THE SKIES,
EVEN ONES BREATH.
LIVING IN DARKNESS
ELECTRICITY'S GONE.
ONE THING FOR SURE
IS THAT EVERYTHING'S WRONG.
CURRENCIES WORTHLESS
THEY BARTER OR TRADE.
THAT IS HOW,
THEIR MEALS ARE MADE.
VEGGIES AND SPICES,
EXTREMELY RARE.
YET NINE OUT OF TEN,
PEOPLE DON'T CARE.
PEOPLE ARE DESPERATE
AND LIFE IS IN DIRE.
PROTESTERS RUN,
THROUGH THE STREETS WHILE ON FIRE.
THE NEW WORLD GOVERNMENT
VACCINED THEM ALL.
I STAND HERE HELPLESS
WATCHING THEM FALL.
VOMIT AND BILE
COVER THE STREETS.
HOMELESS AND CHILDREN
WITH NO SHOES ON THERE FEET.
RANTING AND RAVING
THEY'RE LOSING THEIR MINDS.
ALL DAY AND ALL NIGHT
AND ALL OF THE TIME.
THIS IS GROUND ZERO.
THE END OF THE LINE.
FOR ONE AND ALL,
JUST A MATTER OF TIME.
CONDITIONED FOOLS
THEY WERE LED TO BELIEVE.
I DON'T THINK THEY REALIZE
THEY WERE DECEIVED.
04012020
(Patterned off the famous folk song 'Men of Harlech,' which is in the public domain.)
Men of freedom hear them wailing,
from the truth they’re always quailing,
scared of work or real travailing,
not like free-born men.
Men of freedom stop their screaming,
and their socialistic dreaming,
give them all a much-earned reaming,
all those wokish men.
Slavish souls disgusting,
cultish minds untrusting,
silencing all who dare speak true,
because inside they’re nothing.
Men of freedom don’t surrender,
these fools are brainless pretenders,
cannot tell a him from a her,
not like free-born men.
Men of freedom must hold steady,
keep your A.R.s clean and ready,
when time comes make your aim deadly,
fight like free-born men.
Take your boot and on them impress,
recall sic semper tyrannus,
tyrant scum will all be banished
faced with free-born men.
The ‘elites’ insulting,
they’re pedos revolting!
Living in an endless fear
of free-born men assaulting!
Men of freedom give no quarter
to those who would give us horror,
save your land for sons and daughters,
fight on free-born men.