Don’t care whom it ravages:
this land was always Thine.
Circle wagons, shoot all savages,
and things are (once more) fine.
The Swaggarts, Bakkers and Miscaviges
will soon be judenrein.
For far too long we’ve been contrite.
The best of cleaners scours.
We’re gonna give them fight or flight
(for far too long, they’ve gotten flowers).
There’s nothing wrong with being white:
or claiming what is ours.
Remember when Strom Thurman ruled?
A time when men were men.
For decades we’ve been wrongly schooled:
the sword subdues the pen.
Though King and Evers had us fooled,
we don’t get fooled again.
America was always mean,
until we lost our way.
The atom bomb, the mud marine –
Pacific equals prey.
You’re eighteen? With an A-15
you’ll always get your way.
We don’t need Confucian.
We’ve got Roger Stone.
Disregard the Constitution –
we’ll do this on our own.
Clear Catullus? Lucid Lucian?
Our wisdom is home-grown.
We bow, but only to our owners:
faceless, taxless, they:
they’re so rich, they give us boners:
they never leave LA:
we worship them. They’re known as donors:
we gave the store away.
To be truly and deeply Confucian,
we don’t need a refined constitution.
Just obey mom and dad.
Choose the good — not the bad.
Serve the Emperor, S/shun revolution.
You say you got the perfect solution
You say we need a total bloody revolution
You say no need for any lame constitution
You say death and violence is the resolution
You say you are the better substitution
You say you are for complete redistribution
You say only you can grant absolution
You say your power madness is natural as evolution
But
You beg for money like living in prostitution
Your ways would leave everybody in destitution
You are crazy and full of self-delusion
Your power mad wanting to inflict persecution
You think your smart but babble in convolution
Your lazy and want to rule without any contribution
You would be better seeking to live like Confucian
You are stupid and so is your political pollution
(11/26/2012)
The Hippie And Confucius
The sign said ‘Hippies Use Side Door’ but there was only one entrance or exit
and a revolving door she ponders the conundrums sent for resolute resolution
such a quandary to find the way now as she pauses when puzzled then checks it
as it swings freely she wonders if life is straightforward or again she’s been conned
A revolution she reflects on the human condition and what lies beyond
the sign post inside awaits her confusing decision this might be ‘confucian’
life could be so easy we’re the ones to make it complex unless we abscond
decamp to true meaning so just walks round the door and is free once she legs it
06th November 2016
You may be
a free market person - a libertarian
You mat be a socialist of some kind
You may be hard at work
You may be looking for employment
You may be rich
You may be poor
You may be a Moslem, Jew, Christian
Confucian, Buddhist
or one of the multiple creeds in the world
Whatever you are
I think you should read some verse
My late father said it teaches you how to feel
Well, I guess he was right
So pick up a book of verse
or go on line to a poetry web site
Or better yet
write some of your own verse
Yes better yet....
Peace to all readers of these words
COPLA 76 INVOCATION: This Bad Guy World
Is the authoritarian set up
Also the Confucian Heaven:
Prince on people
Can the rogue State cushion blow up
Under the pretext it’s Yang’s Tian:
Good Guys grumble
If the Earth sinks Heaven’ll break loose
If Tian rises through sinking Earth:
World is at peace
Can Confucian States Bad Guys disguise
Be made to hound the Good Guys’ worth
And still save face
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2014
did the Greek philosopher Socrates
ever have thoughts of his own mediocrity,
did Buddha in meditation contemplate
belly-button lint in his belly button sedate?
maybe some Confucian spiritual medium
pondered dust in minute trivial tedium.
did Newton while conjuring Newtonian physics
diverge integrals to converge sum to basics?
who might think the relativity Einstein thunk
of rusted tin-cans, rocks and other space junk
the universal ideas of Hubble and Neils Bohr
might spring from ordinariness, not much more
did Jesus when building blocks of religion
view a mud stain on his robe with derision?
did Mohammed when thinking deep thoughts
find his mind became distracted, distraught?
did Edison surmise that he wasn't too bright
at candled table where he invented the light?
did Voltaire care what Michelangelo did know?
do mediocre minds reap what deep minds sow?
do great minds when thinking of great things
see the law-of-averages that mediocrity brings?
did Spinosa know that mundane goes a long way
to get most'a us through an ordinary day
my supposition is, yes, even great minds digress
intrinsically, mediocrity, is part of all humanity
© Goode Guy 2011-09-22
I feel like a
Confucian today,
wondering why
the names don't fit.
I need to bring back the
balance.
I am tired of taking
the hits.