It’s time, by now, we did away with nations.
I tell you, hand on heart beneath the flag,
This jingo jag has now become a drag.
Those puerile patriotic palpitations
had meaning only when we lived in tribes.
Today our people mix and mingle freely –
so can’t we now dispense with Horace Greeley,
and wetbacks, wops and wogs, and all those jibes?
Since nations never have a sense of humour,
it’s little wonder why we have these wars.
We need a change of heart. Embrace the cause:
don’t split us into gooks or spooks or squaws,
or hicks or micks or spicks, or baby-boomers.
One nation under God, we’re all consumers.
**Therapy Session**
Some people insist that a demon exists within all of us.
A rapist is nothing more than a thief,
And it's clear that some public defenders
Don’t have more intelligence than their clients.
Remember, you are not obligated to serve as a juror in every case.
With that understanding, creating a mental trend becomes straightforward.
It's astonishing to discover a hockey player who is anything but fierce
or a police officer controlled by fear and anger.
A cook without a kitchen is ridiculous
as tango without jingo—a philosophy that leaves no gaps.
The new breakfast drink is here: iced coffee
In the morning and mocha lattes all day.
Don’t interfere with the work that empowers us each day.
I am a woman who follows the warmth,
and I refuse to believe that a tree that doesn’t blossom is a worthless creation.
Yes, you can eat tree bark while the lark builds its nest on the ground.
A philosophy without any gaps stands strong.
past passions passed parting
present pains pleasured prolonging
love's longings lowered lingering
world's weight winded waiting
sadness's solo silenced singing
freedom forgotten feared freezing
brittle bones bruised breaking
taciturn tears tattered tumbling
mind's memory mangled melting
reason's remnants ruined remaining
kneels nobody nighted knowing
gutless ghosting gathered grimacing
careless cacophony caged constructing
mammon millions murdered meandering
demons divinity damaged dividing
hearts heads hooked hungering
chastised children chunked chasing
betrayed bought banned burying
jingo jeering jaded judging
kindness kisses kindled killing
quiescent quakes quieted quivering
vapid verses vanquished vaping
words' world wearied wounding
zealot xenophobe zeroed zooming
past passions passed parting
present pains pleasured prolonging
love's longings lowered lingering
world's weight winded waiting
sadness's solo silenced singing
freedom forgotten feared freezing
brittle bones bruised breaking
taciturn tears tattered tumbling
mind's memory mangled melting
reason's remnants ruined remaining
kneels nobody nighted knowing
gutless ghosting gathered grimacing
careless cacophony caged constructing
mammon millions murdered meandering
demons divinity damaged dividing
hearts heads hooked hungering
chastised children chunked chasing
betrayed bought banned burying
jingo jeering jaded judging
kindness kisses kindled killing
quiescent quakes quieted quivering
vapid verses vanquished vaping
words' world wearied wounding
zealot xenophobe zeroed zooming
I
My two daughters love Two States
Two ways, at least
They love Maryland & Virginia
They love English and Spanish
They love their dad and Mom
They love Democrat & Republican as American
They know the Constitution didn't make Parties
They Know G. Washington warned Parties
Divide anation, when electing should take best 'man'
For the job he refused to Name "king" - but Mr. President
II
My daughters proudly thank, work for America
We can't say much, dear patriots, freedom lovers
But they do data mining, sub-contracting for Feds
I have seen some AWARDS, we sleep well
And Jesus gives us a clean conscience as we 'talk'
'US Constitution,' "freedoms," national & global citizenship
About academic freedom
III
Those who "jingo" about nationalism, what
will you tell Jesus who reminded us:
You are a citizen of heaven, not of this world?
( Reference: Paul's epistles, and Peters Letters in the New Testament." We are not one-dimensional
"Americans" - but as with "hats" as a member
Of biological families: know all the roles u play!
After the storm
on your way home
for when you arrive
upright
gimme 5
Final Tribute
(for the Last Caesar)
Give the annual percentile amount
of your iron-copper gathering
The yearly brow liquidity
is required by the silver arm of vexation
Hemoglobin promissory is handed
to the seated image stamped on the penny
Spinal rein acquiescence,
bent will to the usury yield is mandatory
Because the last Caesar said make it so
The coins are jingo collected,
earmarked primarily for a military preference
Give ad infinitum;
blood, sweat and tears
is the required sum
Profess fiscal fealty to the feudal lord
of a monetary divided land
Take a sharecropper stand,
a servile oath of stained cloth submission
What is the scarlet vow protection condition?
Pay the final tribute
with the parting of your farthing soul
Give with mint-scented breath,
(a legion air of pleb compliance)
the placid portion of patriotic cuckold
Pocket pawns ask only for golden liberty,
to debt pursue life, love and happiness
With deep tributary lender lament,
the last Caesar said belay that request
09-14-21
Samuel P. Jingo was destined to be the king of kings
The color of a skunk or dairy cow, we called him Jings.
He kept saying he did not mean to pull the sword from the stone.
It was an accident, something he had done, all alone.
The town would not hear of anyone else having the honor.
Although the reindeer wanted the crown, especially Donner.
Jings was worried, and kept saying that he needed a sign.
He is full of integrity and honesty, this cousin of mine.
The day of the coronation God sent cherubs from heaven.
They brought in some treats, some lox, bagels and leaven.
We know you have been selected and by the very best.
They said as they helped Samuel P. Jingo get dressed.
This was the sign my cousin had been waiting for.
He put on that crown and he strutted out the door.
The religious men gave him a speech and a prayer.
I admit that I am thrilled that I could be there.
My uncle and aunt both go swinging
To naked bodies they’re soon clinging
Sometimes they swap keys
With Fred and Louise
Lou’s pretty but Freddie is minging
But Freddie has got a big willy
And auntie says it would be silly
Not to sleep with him
When she has a whim
By jingo she is a game filly!
FICTION POEM FOR CONTEST
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Two Limericks - Let's have some Fun! Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Tania Kitchin
01/03/21
Bugle boy,
little boy blew
A lot of white noise
have got many red necks
following you
That horn of consternation
wails loud and angry
Those temper tantrum toots
dead air cryo empty
Bugle boy,
little boy blue
Your scarlet letter tone
has got the murmuring crowd
idolizing you
Porcelain notes blown vex indiscreet,
wax smoke signal coldly
Pigeon drop carrier pox
gets Oval puffery sent by a trill tweet
Bugle boy,
little boy blew
Play the dirge Taps for democracy,
as a jingo strident blare
deafly accrue
Moody move the retrograde ears
with vacuum suction ease
Orchestrate billowy primal fears
on a nether octave breeze
Bugle boy,
a portrait of scorn
paints your little horn blue
Bugle boy,
so indigo dark is the sound
spreading ‘cross the pestilent plain
Fallow be yore golden amber grain,
as rasp bury berate pain
drips hollow noise of purple reign —
Void lips echoes disdain
Bugle boy,
little boy blew
A hateful horn of pulse penury
has cast hope askew
Bugle boy,
little boy blew
Seeds of doubt
upon the dying winds of liberty
They tell you what to love,
and who to hate
Their EM waves
dictate
when to have feelings of
disdain cut-rate
Callousness is the mental diss-ease
that permeates the air —
Pharaoh moans ...
toxic fumes of vapor crossbones,
they Caesar Palace dicey sell
Mood marketers
always swill toga do,
owe so pyramid scheme well
Create your con-sumer reality
with jingo slogans
as the purchase item guide
Ad hocking violent buy-products,
guaranteed to keep
your gunpowder tears dry
Sob heavy metal tales
of forged wails
is the pitchfork tongue cry
They tell you what to hate,
and who to love
Bend the knee,
profess unwavering loyalty
To the money sign satellite
passing up above
Feel free to
empty inventory please
those remote control, Mood marketers
Let the gold chain ticket stub
be the glass ceiling snub
worth of
your commercial existence
Nil grieve to
never promissory leave
the debt dole, repo soul carpetbaggers
Old Inky dinky parlay voo
Had a race with a green kangaroo
They stood side by side
Inky’s laces got tied
By jingo it caused a foo doo
Poor Inky fell over a murdle
Whilst kanga the murdle did hurdle
Kanga leapt on ahead
Inky’s twang how it bled
He mopped up the blood with a turdle
Kanga ignored poor Inky’s dilemma
And sped off like Pete Smockeremma
With a boing and a bounce
He did loudly announce
I’m the winner of this no problemma!
But Kanga was deemed to be cheating
The lace tying was his unseating
The squidgehawk of the race
Wiped the smile from his face
And Kanga got a blubber beating
The moral of this quindy story
No cheating to obtain false glory
Just ensure you squok fair
And make sure you’re aware
The squidgehawk’s judgement’s mandatory!
Inky Dinky Parlay Voo Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Caren Krutsinger
03/25/20
A lady I know goes to bingo
She’s expert at all the fun lingo
Like Theresa’s den
Which really means ten
Sue loves to win bingo by jingo!
The callers shown a coloured ball
Their numbers she’ll then loudly call
Folk are quiet as a mouse
Until someone shouts HOUSE
The losing cards they get sod all!
4/14/19
I purchased a rabbit named Brandy
By jingo, that young buck was randy
It caused such a to do
When he humped my left shoe
Thank goodness the hosepipe was handy!
HAPPY EASTER SOUPERS
3/27/18
A flatulent poet named Jan
Passed wind and there wasn't a fan
How the other folks gasped
At foul wind that she'd passed
By jingo, she farts like a man!
********TOTAL FICTION WRITE********
3/8/18
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