Lefties Poems

Lefty The Left Handed Poem

They built this world for the other hand,
Every door, every tool, every scissors command.
Ink smears across my palm like war paint,
While spiral notebooks mock me with their constraint.

But I am the mirror breaker,
The rule shaker,
The one who writes backwards
And dreams in reverse.

Ten percent revolution ninety percent poetic evolution 
I am the southpaw standing alone
Against a kingdom of clockwise clocks
And right-turn locks.

My hand moves left while the world turns right,
I am the shadow boxer in broad daylight.
Every signature is an act of defiance,
Every handshake, civil disobedience.

They say I'm sinister—
From the Latin for "left"—
But I am the artist
Of beautiful theft,

Stealing moments of pure rebellion
With every stroke of my rebellious pen.

I am differently commanded.

So here's to the lefties, the rebels born,
Who face each day like breaking dawn,
Carving our paths through a backward maze,

We are the 10 percent uprising,
The minority surprising,
The ones who reach across our bodies
To write our own stories.

Heydays and High Points

     It’s the heyday of the preachers of doom
        nuclear paranoia, world goes boom

     Open Season to generalize with closed eyes
        all righties -- fascists
        lefties -- commie drug addicts

     It’s a high point for hate 
         Blacks hate whites
         Whites return the favor
         Sophisticates choose
           to hate Jews of every flavor

     As for a President who’s made the borders secure again
     and dealt a decisive blow to the loonies in Iran
          Half the country views him
          as a deranged, soon-to-be-jailed con

The Choice To See the Right

Oh my dear, let me
clarify
The difference between the
lefties, let's give it a try
First, we have the liberals,
quite moderate they are
They believe in rights, but
won't go too far.

Next, we have leftists, a bit
more extreme
They want to tear the system down at its seams,
Revolution is what they seek
to bring about change
Their radical views might be
hard to arrange.

And then there's the
left-winger, they're the wild
child
They'll stand on the street
corner and they'll go wild
They'll yell and they'll scream, demanding their due,
And you'll wanna tear
your ears off before they're through.

So, whether it's 1…2…
or even 3,
Fact is, they're all still 
crazy to me,
For I choose to stand
on the right,
Where truth, and
God's Word still count
for something in this world
that's lost its sight!

The Right Choice

the choice to see the right

oh my dear, let me
clarify
the difference between the
lefties, let's give it a try
first, we have the liberals,
quite moderate they are
they believe in rights, but
won't go too far.

next, we have leftists, a bit
more extreme
they want to tear the system down at its seams,
revolution is what they seek
to bring about change
their radical views might be
hard to arrange.

and then there's the
left-winger, they're the wild
child
they'll stand on the street
corner and they'll go wild
they'll yell and they'll scream, demanding their due,
and you'll wanna tear
your ears off before they're through.

So, whether it's 1…2…
or even 3,
Fact is, they're all still 
crazy to me,
for i choose to stand
on the right,
where truth, and
God's word still count
for something in this world
that's lost its sight!

Orientation

Some lefties are chefs

 All righties are deft ~

   I'd lather bereft

Social Media Here I Come - In Trump's Own Words

I won't be muzzled or silenced
My words will be heard,
The fake Media's so biased
Their coverage absurd.

They spew venom against me
My followers trashed every day,
Yet on this they all seem to agree
Without Trump the bills they can't pay.

With this said and done I got thinking
Why not to control all the news,
This notion gave me the inkling
Build a site to champion my views.

Big and bold, full of stuff
To ensure all my fans are amused,
Talk to be straight, words sometimes gruff
Content to keep all the lefties bemused.

What a great thought, can't wait to start
With this I'll conquer the Earth,
Twitter's old news, I'll tear them apart
Shredding their reach from my turf.

As to the others, what can I say
Watch the real Master perform,
All they can do is whimper and pray
Then hide from my beautiful storm.

You'Re Not a Community, Part Ii

...I use these two as examples,
but this trend goes far beyond them,
the lefties just pick out some traits,
unchosen by women and men,
then build those traits up into walls,
pens and paddocks, like we are cows,
demand we stay where they placed us
by shouting ‘community’ loud.
But it’s all a load of garbage,
humans are not wired this way,
we are mixed matched with strangers,
amidst all them life’s game is played.
Communities aren’t skin color,
sex choices, age, weight, or gender,
communities are who we live with,
the people who make our work turn.
Those people are community,
and those people can’t be defined,
because shallow, superficial things,
pale before the soul and the mind.

A Lefty Land

A different land exists somewhere,
Where lefties are the norm.
The lefty side considered there,
Is standard for the form.

Lets say, someone, you go to meet,
And then extend a hand.
But it’s the left, you’ll use to greet,
In all the lefty land.

A lefty golfer’s shopping dream,
For clubs would be abound.
Or you could fit a baseball team,
Where lefty gloves are found.

From right to left, we all would write,
And never more to smear,
The ink our hand collects just might,
On up and disappear.

And think about the kitchen tools,
To fill about your house.
And then you’ll find at all the schools,
A left computer mouse.

And so I dream that there’s a place,
That’s based upon a hand,
And all of us can share a space,
Our little lefty land.

Happy Left Handers Day

Lefty or Right 
in our hands it is to unite,
        to firmly fight 
battles of bias forthright; 
         out of sight	
yet thoughts carry the might
        to bring to light
words or works of delight.
         Lefty or Right 
what thy hands bear get spot-light.

     


PS:
 I dedicate this poem to my cousin Shubha who is happy being a Lefty
and to other Lefties who need to fight any prejudices against them.

Peaceful Protestors

A large building burns,
black-clad thugs dance around it,
reporter stands in front of flames
claims they are ‘peaceful’ protestors.

A courthouse surrounded,
lasers used to blind officers,
fireworks shot at building,
media claims they’re ‘peaceful’ protestors.

City-blocks ruled by thugs,
terrorized citizens watch children shot,
mayor sides with the traitors,
claims they’re only ‘peaceful’ protestors.

State democract congressman attacked
outside of the capital itself,
the news downplays it still,
claims they’re only ‘peaceful’ protestors.

Women driving home on her car,
surrounded by ‘protestors’ with clubs, guns,
they attack her car, smash her windshield,;
fears for her life, she hits the gas to escape,
thugs are hurt, media claims, ‘Right-wing extremist! Nazi’

…?
…!

Eff these lefties. They stopped being ‘protestors’ a long time ago. Lock
them all up.

The Left Has Gone Insane - Iv

IV.
Not that long ago a lefty journalist
put down an even madder take,
that the 1st Amendment got it all wrong,
and that free speech is a mistake.
That we must silence all the hateful,
and those that cause too much ‘offense,’
now who will decide what’s good and what’s bad?
They claim they will, without pretense.
The same left who whined the religious right
was censoring them all those years,
yet now they claim they know what’s best to say,
proclaim we have nothing to fear?
As if only their ideas need hearing,
diverse thought they won’t even feign,
a page right out of the tyrant’s playbook,
these lefties have all gone insane.

The Left Has Gone Insane - Ii

II.
A politician just said to her crowd
what need have we for a border?
It’s a good thing to help poor folks in need,
we should let them all come over.
Even thought cartels control who gets through,
and subject the women to rape,
then off the choice ones as concubines,
dooming them to an awful fate.
And even when most of those foreigners
flagrantly violate our rules,
take people’s jobs, undercut all our laws,
yet lefties still think it’s all cool?!
Now they want us to pay for their health care,
when we cannot afford the same?
It’s fair to say they’re not on our side,
the left has gone friggin’ insane.

Right Is Right But the Best Are Left

We live in a world of many isms
left-handed could be one but isn’t
cus we lefties don’t shout "victim" 
when living in a backward system.

Right is right it’s opposite is wrong, 
right is right it’s opposite is left.
Left is strong te one that lasts,
left the one you can't get past.

Right need to be in numbers to be strong
as without numbers they’d get it wrong 
then be gone before long.

Their opposite left, 
outnumbered but with great strength and depth,
though right have dominance 10 to 1,
it's needed cus 1 left is worth 10 of them.

So you may think it’s right to be right
normal and correct,
but right and correct do not mean "best" or perfect, 
when a champion is always the one left.

Marxism For Dummies 5

Complicity is easy for the Right,
one single flag to which they all adhere –
“someone might steal my loot”.  This primal fear
prompts pistols under pillows, sleepless nights
and riot cops.  Who needs a Stagyrite?
But Lefties hold their differences dear.
Each Keeper of the Flame is more sincere
than Cash-Is-Trash-ists, Ogden Nash-ists, quite
apart from Crypto-Fascists, Widow’s Mite
Apologists, Red Guards, or those who steer
by Stalin’s light (Stakhanovites).  It’s clear:
you’d never have a play without a wright,
and so each faction finds its Miller Lite:
Kropotkin, Castro, Kopp – who’s cool this year?

Graves of the Lefties

Imagine a lovely garden , tea for two , and this story...
                      for only to me , came a poem from His breath
                   
                      The world He'd done right , ' cept some Irish that were left
                      So He took these lefties to reason things out

                      For the Irish don't worry , and never seem to pout

                      With tears in their words , like their vows said in chapel
                      Only lefties of the Irish gut a poem with a scalpel

                      It pains me so , when the righties lament
                      From the poems that are written in the Irish cement

                                          daniel Hall Kleinmeier-poet

• Short Lefties Poems
• Famous Lefties Poems
• Best Lefties Poems
• Read Lefties Poems
• Long Lefties Poems
• Lefties Quotes