Campaigning Poems

Tree Reality-Banksy

Green spray paint splattering is all I see on the wall
It’s not art that I see, it’s vandalism! they scream to all
They can’t or they won’t let themselves imagine what truly is presage
Beautiful and unique and of greater importance, graffiti with a message
Sprayed on the concrete walls, is the vibrant green verdant artwork
Campaigning for humanity and natures creatures, 
unshrouding harsh realities covered in murk
Mural’s paint disheveled meanders along itselfs esteem
Yet reliant dearly on a lifeless tree standing dormant unseen
You see it looks sadly leafless, branches dry and its greenery gone
A passerby felt Banksy’s vision left an impression is clear, strong
"d e s t r o y i n g  the  f o r e s t s, d e s t r o y i n g  the  g r e e n e r y"
And I feel certain that her words bare truth, it’s in the scenery

Willy Brandts Gesture

Willy Brandt was the German Chancellor 
Who mended fences after the Second World War
A journalist during the war who fled
To Norway and Sweden campaigning against the Nazis instead

There were many things he did to make amends
For the blood the heartache and dead in the end
On 7 December 1971 he visited the Warsaw Ghetto
Where Polish Jews were pushed together with no where else to go

A hell on earth where death was a normal show
A place where the Nazis killed and destroyed in their flow
The world looked on as he went to his knees
Praying forgiveness for these horrible deeds

Later in 1971 he was given the Nobel Peace Prize
As the world looked to cut these deeds to size
It is said the Brandt knelt for all Germans
To pray for these souls lost at their command

As the years make these memories fade
We should remember such men and hail them in our bade
And when evil is set to dwell on this earth
Hope that we have such leaders to deny them any girth.

© Paul Warren Poetry

Spring Break Up

It is an impressive break up.
The maestro conducts a symphony that
crushes eardrums with locomotive rumbling, 
thumping, bumping, and dumping 
of large chunks of cracking, crackling 
crystalline ice pushing down river.

	Hundreds of tons of ice come together –
		hopefully without devastation. 

It is an environment of change.
In soto voce, soft rippling rivulets, 
icicles dribbling, dripping droplets,
the slushing of crusted, melting snow.
Snowshoe hares, squirrels, and wolverine
emerge into full Spring activity. 

	Mush dogs’ serenades ride the winds,
		yipping and campaigning for dinner.

Time to secure Winter’s store of firewood,
move boats and fish wheels to higher ground.
Time to hunt and gather fresh food for stores.
Time to begin restocking fresh meats of
muskrat, beaver, duck, goose, and swan.
Time to rebuild and repair. 

	Break up – 
		one of the best times of the year.

Talking Smack and Revolution

Mr. Bernie Sanders is talking smack
C'mon! The geezer just had a heart attack!

  He's 78 years old, campaigning for a socialist revolution
  Proof that presidential politics doesn't obey the laws of evolution

No Complaining

I tried to listen to her complaining
But I was too far from time remaining
Soon the train would be waiting
With time would be debating
Upon a cork that should be campaigning



November 22, 2019
Five Word Challenge Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Beth Evans

Hindsight

You look at me with eyes big, 
begging for sympathy,
campaigning for your side 
like a seasoned politician. 
I'm sorting memories, 
like fingers through boxed photos, 
noting moments where 
trust has been misplaced.
When our eyes meet 
there is only
stony silence as angels 
fall off their pedestals. 

This is how a friendship ends.

Dear Don

President Trump believes in his wall.
Without it he fears this country will fall.
He wants the wall with urgency
or he’ll call a national emergency.

He desires the oval in twenty, twenty
campaigning to foster votes a plenty.
Many will seek the presidential title.
Between elections and a wall, he cannot idle.

There are those who did not choose
for him to win and her to lose.
Hail to the Chief and head command
with power to destroy at his right hand. 

China, Putin, Kim Jong-un
Venezuela, just to name some.
"We need you most to focus on
our other hidden fears, Dear Don."

2/1/02

Government Magic

GOVERNMENT MAGIC

After the election meeting
They come promising 
After we finish hailing
Bags of rice starts falling
And then we start smiling
After the yelling and struggling
For a cup, we start fighting

After the getting and bleeding
We start campaigning
After the voting
Their promises they start forgetting
During their looting
We start complaining
Boom! Here comes the magic; suffering  and smiling

Photo credit: Jude Oghenegare Alele

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Truths To Be Self Evident

Truths To Be Self Evident

Found their truths to be self evident;
Horrible President we have been sent;
Stubborn as moron mule,
Playing with loose tool;
Never understood what he may have meant.

James Horn Political Poem Series

He is in such bad shape he has started
campaigning knowing he has to repent.
Never done before by any prior President 
So this sad message to him must be sent;
Of mercy out there have you seen an agent?

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Another Compunction

Another Compunction

What I have is another compunction;
Make chart measuring Trump's destruction
While we started singing same old song;
In a nut house he really does belong;
Builders have to do with construction.

Now he is insulting someone else by
calling himself a builder. All that he
builds is a bunch of hot air and still
thinks he is campaigning.

James Thesarious Hilarious Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet

Dirty Tricks Campaign

Campaigning must be very laborious 
For democrat Hilary Clintorious 
Folks say she’ll oust Donald Trump
Enthroned when taking a dump
These nasty rumours are so darn spurious!


May God Bless America - she sure needs all the help she can get!

Thanks to Duke Beaufort for letting me use his line 'Hillary Clintorious'

1st August 2016

Poorly Behaving Politicians

Poorly Behaving Politicians
By Franklin Price
3/5/2016

Poorly behaving politicians
Wouldn't want to be their mother
Their wife, their father, sister
Or especially their twin brother

Wouldn't want to show my face
Out on the street on just a whim
Not  where is he was campaigning
Someone may think that I was him

Who Should Pay

Who Should Pay
By Franklin Price
2/24/2015

Who should pay for those who run? Keeps running through my mind
The answer is so very clear and this is what I find

Super Pacs should not exist; are based within the rich
Without them certain candidates could never make their pitch

Senators and Congressmen should not receive their pay 
When campaigning takes them from their jobs for even just a day

They are not working for us when they are on the trail
What they should be running on, should be received within the mail

If  the people don't support them, should give up and not begin
Government funded by the people means we are the ones who win

The U.S.A. was built on risk; that's how it should remain
Those who run should fund themselves with the interest that they gain

They must have believers to start the ball to roll
To convince the population to vote them at the poll

Donations should be limited so the people have their say
So big business and the very rich do not always have their way

The people are the government; at least supposed to be
The rich are not the populous. They are not you and me

Election Day

“Election Day” 
by:  Eric L. Boddie

By plane, train, bus, car or boat 

I’ll travel the Earth to win your vote 

I can’t say when I’ll finish, but I know when I’ll start 

From this day forward, I’ll be campaigning for your heart 

If elected, I’ll serve you well to the best of my ability 

I’ll deliver your heart to a state of tranquility 

There will be no new taxes on your emotions and things there of 

I’ll do everything within my power to erase your deficit of love 

I don’t have a foreign policy, you are my only concern 

Home always comes first, that’s what the other candidates must learn 

And in the event of war, you are mine to defend 

For your honor I will fight until the very end 

Healthcare will be provided, and your economy is sure to flourish 

I’ll work my fingers to the bone to ensure that you are well nourished 

Your soul will be educated through love, respect and dedication 

I’ll declare everyday a holiday for you to show my appreciation 

So when Election Day comes, just who will you choose 

I’m the best man for your heart, with me, you can’t lose

Pbpa5

In the future
Elections will be 
Every 10 years 

Held on TV
A One Night Spectacular! 
No pre-election campaigning 

With phone or online votes 
After the leader’s debates
Only those permitted 
To call themselves ‘Citizens’
Can participate 

Polling stations 
Are a thing of the past
Mixing in public 
At such a sensitive time 
Will now be a crime 

Those no longer Citizens 
Held under tight control  
By the National Guard 

Candidates will present as before 
Like they are fighting to get 
Through that winning door 

Each stating that only they care
For our country 
And for us ‘all’ 

No studio audience will be there 
The event will be filmed
Beforehand 
In a secret location 

Probably a bunker
Underground 
The safest place around 

Now that, Post-Blair
Wars and suffering
Blight our lands

There will be nothing 
To choose between them 
As change is no longer planned 

Each part of the same
Business led conglomerate 
Determined to keep control of our world

Anna Archichek

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