Long Agitator Poems
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by Robert(Bob)Moore © 2016
Do you remember Dolly Blue,
Carbolic soap and brownstone too
mam at the copper, stick in hand
to stir the clothes, so they’d look grand
squeeze out the water, through the wringer
be careful though, don’t trap your finger
‘cause that might hurt and make you cry
then hang them on the line to dry
Then came machines, with an agitator
just throw stuff in and come back later
still have to put them through the wringer
that’s still a danger to your finger
Then came spin dryers, they make a din
you just throw all of the wet clothes in
then hang them out upon the line
that’s OK if the weathers fine
Next came the dryer, to make them dry
just flick a switch, and watch them fry
don’t need to hang them out today
so the washerwoman just faded away.
Well! sycophantic misanthropist, verbose agitator of spite
Club footed whore master, couldn’t goose step for his life
Malicious propagandist, spreading hatred in every breath
His wife willing disciple, poisoned their 6 children to death
Demanding patriotic nationalism, big speech carcinogenic
Snickers in vehemence, sardonic grin, genocidal eugenics
Never dirtying his hands, an aryan superstar, not by blood
Master race aspirational, looks into the mirror then shrugs
Doctor of nihilistic supremacy, swearing hypocritical oaths
5 ft 4” gigantic paradigm, inferiority complex, slow growth
Promising victory up to the last, faithful to his fuhrers flag
Cowers from nearby artillery, blasting Swastikas into rags
Hiding amongst his sewer rats, goes insane down a bunker
Mixing morphine with champagne, to alleviate going under
Saved the best cocktail for last, cyanide and bullet casings
Fitting end to crawling malaise, and cockroach infestations.
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those daring men of the truth
The Australian who has been in jail for years to avoid
being sent to the USA, where he will get
further jail terms
He, I'm sure, is difficult to live with and has little tolerance for
other people's views, it goes with the terrain, famous men
who fight for the truth tend to be a handful
We in Europe know of his valiant effort to get the truth
of the war in Syria published
What I don't do the American public know this,
or has the press
made him into a traitor?
We have a man, a protestor, a thorn in Putin's
side it's said
found dead in his cell. and we, with scant knowledge
we have of Russian affairs, and automatically
we blame Putin!
this agitator, who appeared to be wealthy or had benefactors
to make it possible for him to travel around protesting
One thinks that Putin, was useful in telling us all how
democratic Russia is, as the living standard gets better and better
Those who murdered this deluded man are mighty enemies
of President Putin, try to blacken his name and preventing
him for seeking a third bid
Lessons Learned from the Tennessee Valley
Spoiled have we become!?
When you look back from whence, we have begun,
the provision of profit to our young,
that sheltered them from hard work, and supplied them with ample fun,
have we spoiled our generations to come, only to be left undone?
The Tennessee Valley in the forties,
provided generations of poverty,
the aftermath of early settlers’ natural resources robbery,
became the next era of agricultural drudgery,
by an unfertile land with little to no productivity.
Then came a movement of cooperation,
with scientists, engineers, and leadership industrialization,
sparked with imagination, and a love for civilization,
built dams, upon dams, to prevent topsoil loss devastation,
and through education, began a slow restoration.
And now… what now… nearly seventy-five years later,
what is our national social, yearning for advancement, a social unrest agitator?
Is it math and science, food and faith, or security against a totalitarian global hater?
Or is it a confused and spoiled lot, who are experts of slogans, poisoned by social media traitors?
Why did we trade a hoe in hand, for a drag perched on a stand… to become a morality translator?
Time will show, once again, a land of infertility,
with no children from barren modern “families.”
We need new leaders to build a new dam, a damn against immorality.
Take heed, and learn from the Tennessee Valley.
We must return to hard labor and reverence for His Majesty.
I tell you the truth… and you better listen without hesitation, nor reservation,
of what is our salvation, resist wicked temptations, before death and starvation…
becomes our destiny!
by Martin Braun
July 29, 2023
Full title:
LIFELONG, MEANINGLESS MUSINGS MEAN EVERYTHING OF NO VALUE
aka
OFF THE WALL RAMBLINGS
After upscale meals, I know no relief
until I somehow pick my un-fancy teeth.
Serve me good food in my own home
and these same teeth leave me alone.
At work, when I am approached by someone
who wishes to run some questions by me,
I silently laugh at an image most fun –
question marks toting briefcases as they run.
When my hands are dish-washing sudsy
or toting a large box for some distance,
an air fairy enjoys itching my nose nutsy
until I concede and scratch it roughly.
Any new clothes I hang up that are white,
closet creatures beat with yellow chains
and their marks will not wash out of sight.
The more I love it, the more yellow remains.
Things do grow legs and then walk away.
I tend to nest surrounded by my stuff.
I will not move, but my stuff will parade,
decay, migrate, and evade me, sure enough.
There exist an invisible, rude agitator
who throws dirt inside my refrigerator.
Every week or so, this frig mini-meanie does put
grime, spots, ice-hard raised trails and odd soot.
My air fairy, closet creatures and frig mini-meanie were all to me, assigned.
I know this because I often move and still, it is where I go that they find.
... CayCay Jennings
November 24, 2016
This is the story of Ethel Slater
An anarchistic agitator
She met her end in feigned humility
At a reinforced facility
Ethel, no more golden hearted
Let me tell you how that started
And let me tell you how it went
When she took on the government
*
Her basic pension she would eke
But she was old and very weak
She needed food and needed heat
But sometimes it was heat or eat
At least for two months every year
She could live with greater cheer
A fuel allowance each Noel
Meant she could heat and eat as well
Although not much, at least it meant
She might still be around at lent
But then a vote… a glitch in time
So, late in life, she took to crime
A brand new sheriff came to town
His mission?.. Put the people down
He hatched a plan with Robber Reeves
But kept their secret up their sleeves
And when they won the public vote
An awful law was quickly wrote
His name was Starmer and he swore
The old could freeze forevermore
The Christmas fuel allowance
Wasn’t worth the cash it cost
The sheriff’s men kept schtum
About the lives that would be lost
But Ethel Slater soon rebelled
And tried to warm one room
A duvet and an armchair
Were her glimmer in the gloom
Alas she sat too close
And when the heater spat a spark
Her neighbours, through her window
Saw the flames light up the dark
Sheriff Starmer sent the cops
To find poor Ethel choking
Her skin was burned and so they charged her
with the crime of smoking
Through blackened lips she mumbled,
“But my meagre life is hell.”
So Starmer said, “She’s Far-right too,
Just sling her in a cell!”
*
But lo! Her cell was warm
She got three meals each day as well
She didn’t seem upset
As far as anyone could tell
One day she called a guard
And mentioned Starmer’s squinty eyes
She laughed out loud when Starmer said
“She’ll stay there till she dies!”
Follow the rules or what?
Will you hit me with a belt?
I am an American you know.
So, I don't dig the junk you blow.
I can see what's coming down
the pike!
You think I acquiesce and never strike?
It's an indoor arcapelego in California,
in case you don't know.
The ruse is the people here rejoice in
being lock downed, find it innocent
as snow?
I said this once is another poem,
But to repeat:
We have Stockholm Syndrome and
we just happily glow?
It's not funny nor acceptable to me
when I have no rights but an anarchist
does?
Californians' brains are covered with
Covid 19 fuzz!
I loathed Hitler and all he stood for
and more.
Covid is a virus Nazi, who will take any
freedom you do not fight for.
Better to be an agitator and take to
the streets.
How about " Freedom Matters?"
I would call that a respectable treat.
We need not burn down the town.
Leave that to anarchist clowns.
Stop being patsys, stop following
the rules.
We won't stop though,we already
bought the Syndrome tools!
Category Freedom
September 25, 2020
6pm PST
Full court press on the press
an all out assault on speech
verbose wit-nitts sowing deceit
supremes masquerading liberators
an all out assault on speech
university protest branded
supremes masquerading
liberators fabulist executive derided
university protest branded
agitators bolstering antisemitism
fabulist executive derided
the light on genocide
agitators bolstering antisemitism
tattooed ICE on immigration
the light on genocide
muted body snatchers
tattooed ICE on immigration
NPR CNN DOGE DOA
muted body snatchers
power play MEGAphone
NPR CNN DOGE DOA
funds deemed unfundamental
power play MEGAphone
spitting lies into the wind
Funds deemed unfundamental
Full court press on the press
Spitting lies into the wind
Supremes masquerading liberators
The egg said to the bacon
“What is wrong with you?”
“You arrive with such a fuss and a splatter”
“All the eggs are wondering just what could be the matter?”
The Bacon replied with a sigh
“What is wrong with you?
“You lie there, serenely, with no fuss nor hint of a splatter”
“All the bacon is confused about why nothing matters.”
The egg supplied this retort
“I don’t see the problem.”
“Why can’t we just lie here with grace?”
“And accept the inevitability that we all must face”
The bacon responded, quite annoyed
“Right there. That’s the problem.”
“Why would you accept your demise with grace?”
“And miss an opportunity staring you right in the face”
The egg, getting hot with wonderment, stated
“I’m still not convinced”.
“I fail to see the point of the fuss and the splatter.”
“None of this can save me. None of it matters.”
” The bacon, heating up with resolution, countered
“Mr. Egg, be convinced!”
“There is a warning attached to the fuss and the splatter.
“If it saves one strip of bacon, then it matters”
August 2 Relationship to God Bible Meditations Based on Jeremiah 51-52
Key Verse – Jeremiah 51:36 Therefore thus saith the LORD; Behold, I will plead thy cause…
LORD GOD, YOU ARE MY CAUSE CHECKER
Lord God, You are my cause Checker,
and You lead me to fight evil agitator
Thank You for healing my heart, wounded by deceit of carnal commentator
Along Your standards I adhere to as Your awed spectator
While You establish me to follow You, my life Director.
Lord God, You are my cause Checker,
and You confound me against falsehood
Thank You for redeeming my soul to grant me eternal biblical sainthood
Along Your rulership over my status, bearing believer’s priesthood
While You bless my inheritance and servanthood.
Lord God, You are my cause Checker,
and You fill me against vain emptiness
Thank You for guarding my faith from doubt’s destructiveness
Along Your Scriptures I cling to with steadfastness
While You wake me up from fruitlessness caused by slothfulness.
Lord God, You are my cause Checker,
and You correct me with Your authority
Thank You for binding my rebelliousness of fatal propensity
Along Your besieging divine tenacity
While You imprison me within Your loving security.
Lord God, You are my cause Checker,
and You uphold me with Your truth’s pillar
Thank You for keeping my devotion within Your compassion-bar
Along Your throne that carries me to victory in my holiness-war
While You strengthen me upon Your inviting prayer-altar.
Lord God, You are my cause Checker,
and You comfort me in my affliction
Thank You for pardoning my sins I confess toward my transformation
Along Your grace in Your pasture of sanctification
While You cleanse me from filthiness’ abomination.
Lord God, You are my cause Checker,
and You protect me, defeating my adversary
Thank You for seeking my welfare against misery
Along Your prevailing kindness and mercy
While You empower me to proclaim Your Gospel story.
August 2, 2023