This guy looks (and smells) like a loser in every way.
Why does he have to hang around my table today?
Right now, I wish he would turn around and go away.
For the last few days, he has been in this casino.
He is certainly nobody I would want to know.
Overindulging, he has lost every penny to his name.
People who end up like him are surely a shame.
This is an individual who really should not stay.
Ship this guy out of here, and send him to Guantanamo Bay!
Categories:
guantanamo, poverty,
Form: Rhyme
On the first day of curfew, I defiantly walked the streets,
but was soon escorted back home by my local police.
On the second day of curfew I walked the streets again as well,
but spent the rest of the evening locked up in a holding cell.
On the third day of curfew I sat in front of my building all night,
until a squad car arrived and told me to get inside.
I had hoped that many more would have joined me,
but everyone is so afraid to stand up to authority.
Defiant to the end I will always be,
when it comes to preserving our freedom and civil liberties,
but for all of my efforts, I will most likely,
end up at some Guantanamo Bay like facility.
Categories:
guantanamo, freedom,
Form: Rhyme
There is a Guantanamo Bay like facility,
that has a bed with my name on it guaranteed,
along with 1 million natural born americans in and outside my country.
We are all on the government watch list and we are all indeed guilty,
of exercising our inalienable right to freedom of speech.
Somewhere along the way that became terrorist activity,
at least that's what The Patriot Act has led everyone to believe.
If the rest of my life is to be spent in such an environment
where enhanced interrogation is practiced like some sort of religion,
and where I'd be subject to any kind of horrid experimentation,
you better believe that I will kill myself at the first opportune moment.
Sometimes suicide is the only option,
and in such a scenario like the above warrants justification.
Categories:
guantanamo, suicide,
Form: Rhyme
Saving the world
I drifted out too far, turquoise water, tried to swim on my back,
water in my mouth, agonizing panic.
That’s how they torture prisoners in Guantanamo, only it isn’t called
it tortures, but enhanced interrogation and was coffee served
The Nazis did the same, those found guilty were hanged.
So tired, pain in chest and throat I’m giving up, a boat comes, mariners
help me onboard. “You shouldn’t swim out that far, you’re too old.
” Yes, quite, but I was dreaming. The tortured have little to confess, say
to whatever you like them too, I admitted it was me who painted
the moon blued and swam with the dolphins grooming them for warfare
From a drug to keep him quite an alcoholic awoke, shocked to see what
had been done in his name and set about to correct it, alas a lame duck
they won’t let him out of the office, the world will not know that once
he gave ten dollars to an obscure charity that helps orphaned children of
the catastrophe that befell Palestine people.
Categories:
guantanamo, art, assonance, bridal shower,
Form: Didactic
Saving the world
I drifted out too far, turquoise water, tried to swim on my back,
water in my mouth, agonizing panic.
That’s how they torture prisoners in Guantanamo, only it isn’t called
it torture but enhanced interrogation and was coffee served
The Nazis did the same, those found guilty were hanged.
So tired, pain in chest and throat I’m giving up, a boat comes, mariners
help me onboard. “You shouldn’t swim out that far, you’re too old.
” Yes, quite, but I was dreaming. The tortured have little to confess, say
to whatever you like them too, I admitted it was me who painted
the moon blue and swam with the dolphins grooming them for warfare
From a drug to keep him quite an alcoholic awoke, shocked to see what
had been done in his name and set about to correct it, alas a lame duck
they won’t let him out of the office, the world will not know that once
he gave ten dollars to an obscure charity that helps orphaned children of
the catastrophe that befell Palestine people.
Categories:
guantanamo, abuse, addiction, allegory, anger,
Form: Blank verse
They spied me in the sky, dropping bombs of love
on Ferguson, and bitchy women's rooms; and rednecks'
shooting range was next, the blooded boxing glove.
They spotted me in Tel-aviv and also in Tehran, collecting
Jewish kisses for the Iranian Imam.
They toasted me in the family courts, breaking hearts
I quickly soothed, and at their breakfast;Klu Klux Klan,
I spread their toast with jam.
They gifted me with patted back in Auschwitz and
Guantanamo, compassion was my hand; while Isis
and Seal Team 6, provided me a marching band.
They lauded me with accolades, the bankers and the poor,
while serial killers and the FBI, shot my name into the sky,
like Gotham on the screen.
And now I rest my head this night, beneath the troubled moon,
for tomorrow I go partying, with venerable, Ban-Ki-moon
Categories:
guantanamo, humor, peace,
Form: Free verse
Draped and locked like a curtain in Guantanamo
I use my words to peel scalps like Geronimo
Just like a teen girl my mouth has a heavy flow
If arousal luminesces then I'll make you glow
They're calling me a villain cuz I steal girls like Bowser
Wowzer, think I just filled my trousers
Though unlike the lizard I don't lose them to Italians
Cuz after one night girls confuse me for a stallion
Heart of obsidian inlaid with gold
A tongue of adamantium that stays so cold
My life is a story that's never been told
And I'm hoping that the credits roll before I get old
Categories:
guantanamo, beautiful, celebration, death, future,
Form: Alliteration
Guantanamo
prison of debate
which side is in the right?
Categories:
guantanamo, political,
Form: Questionku
I’m innocent, but they arrested me off the plane
They say my actions were utterly insane
Locked me up in Guantanamo Bay
For five year to this very today
For flying to Afghanistan to deliver a bomb to my brother Hussain
Categories:
guantanamo, funnyme,
Form: Limerick
What a bad experience in Guantanamo Bay
Being called Insane
Then guess what friends
It started again
I’m walking passed the bank
Stopped, lit my cigarette with my gun lighter and had a smoke
Decided I’d pop in to check my balance
Bank teller thought I was a gun waving crack on coke
You know the story
There’s this big police bloke
Had me face down on the floor
In a neck choke
He said “You must be Mad”
Waving a gun in a bank
Well you know it already
“ My name’s not Mad” I know it’s sad
I remembered the last pain
Been called Insane
So I thought I’d adopt
The old name again
Here I am in a first class hotel
With all padded rooms in a white jacket all snug
With belts on the sleeves
That teaches you how to hug.
I write to you with the pen between my teeth
I write my plea
Tell them my name’s not Mad
Read my other poems my names there you’ll see
Categories:
guantanamo, funnywrite, write,
Form: Rhyme
I keep getting mixed up with this man called Insane,
People mistake me for him which is a pain.
Like I went to a club dressed in my underpants and shoes
They told me “The Gothic” is down the road this is the blues.
Dresses like that you must be Insane?
Well to tell you all that ain’t my name.
When I went to America on holiday
There I was singing away
Bomb bay bay bomb bomb bomb
Customs arrest me as if I did something wrong
They said to me “You either a terrorist or you Insane
So I shouted at them “That's' not my bloody name.”
Well you know ten years in Guantanamo Bay
Is the longest most uncomfortable over stay,
I soon adopted this character’s name, Insane
Before you know it I was flying home on a plane
But between you and me I am not Insane
Just read my other poems, you’ll see my real name.
© 2000
Categories:
guantanamo, funnyme, me,
Form: Rhyme
"... the land of the free"
well, not really ...
there is property tax, payroll tax,
federal tax, state tax, gas tax,
sales tax and you will go to jail for ...
loitering.
No standing idly around on
Your Free Land.
"... and the home of the brave."
well, perhaps
all the braves are dead
as their women held a papoose.
Then, all the black men and women
that were hung on cottonwood trees
their guts on the ground
for crowds of white folks to see.
What a Brave show!
Then american families of
Japanese ancestry held
in desert camps lest they harm
their Real Brave neighbors.
Now, today, its a Guantanamo
or other foreign lands
we blow
up in the name of freedom
by laser driven weapons
and Our Brave Drones.
So, wave the flag children
and sing the song
as you cheer your sport
gladiator hero
coming on the field.
Look how brave and free!
How wonderful and humane we are ....
there are no more lions!!
Whoopee !
Categories:
guantanamo, history, parody, philosophy,
Form: Free verse
If there comes a day
when the preacher's politicians
control the state
Phinehas will rise from his grave
round up the gays
and send them down
to Guantanamo Bay
to entertain the Muslims.
The Kingdom's minions
will hammer in the heads
of our tender young
the creation in seven drub
social welfare is evil
and God's top ten rules.
Which I must say
rules are meant to be broken.
And if that day comes
when our children must pray
and Jesus is the only way
I and my liberal
secular humanist
co-conspirators
will be taken out back
beaten naked and shot
for refusing to accept
that Christ died for us.
Or worse yet
sent to a re-eduction camp
to sing Cumbaya.
Unless, of course
we move to Canada.
Dean Walker
Categories:
guantanamo, devotion, education, faith, funny,
Form: Free verse