Long Arbiters Poems

Unquotable quotes: Leftists – XVIII

(Note: What goes for the Left can go for the Right, too. All you need to do is to interpose the words wherever possible. Don’t read ideological warfare where there is...

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Sans sixth (psychic) sense...
poise zen dystopian rant

This prognosticator doth predict
potential based at current rate
sinister debacle that will
instantaneously annihilate,
United States storied republic, 
which alarming horror 
points to instantaneous annihilation
of America the beautiful;
(ohm my dog) turbulent
endemic chaotic...

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(huff fin Bach seat driver)...

Aye kin recall when both offspring
     (yay high) as a small child
and now ma deux daughters
     (fledgling young chicks
    ...

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Nothing important happened today,
according to an omission 
in the local newspaper Metro page
The death of my best friend ... my husband,
this sad story of injustice was missing
Such a horrible ghetto tragedy
wasn’t worth one drop of...

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IF EVER I HAD A COUNTRY - LXXXII

    for Carlos Bousoño, the eminent Spanish critic, poet and professor
           who maintained that if...

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Sometimes for fun men worship a gun
To shoot a recruit, to vanquish a victim
Whose only fault lies in a bun
The poor nibble in a starving team
 
Barrels and muzzles dominate
In thoughts, actions, deeds and priorities
Held...

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Any institution that rewards mediocrity over true talent based on race, shall have the number of it's days cut by twain.
For the Universe corrects itself and all that doth not deserve to be remembered, will...

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All creatures in the world are born givers
They’re sprinkled salts giving tastes on earth
They generously offer services or in kinds
Others give themselves for all mankind
Among them, cheerful givers are easy to define.

Cheerful givers render voluntary...

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Do not the ones who preach diversity create the same conundrum as the ones who preach segregation?

To whom must I defer to define what or how society should look like or be organized as?

What are...

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When in my youth I knew the truth,
To all of life's stark questions,
With flippant ease, to please or tease,
I had the answer, could seize the day,
Was sure of myself, in every way,

When in the middle...

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When in my youth I knew the truth,
To all of life's stark questions,
With flippant ease, to please or tease,
I had the answer, could seize the day,
Was sure of myself, in every way.

When in the middle...

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The stench of puerile self-aggrandizement wafts through the air, a noxious cloud of platitudes and pomp, as the pusillanimous pustules of pseudo-intellectualism congregate to lavish accolades upon one another. How... amusing. The notion that these...

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He shocks me.  Only a day or so ago
I'm sure I didn't look like that.
I try to part the few thin strands
of hair up top, the patriarchs before me
saw on their own sluggish heads...

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Tyranny wears no single face—
it dances in silk and iron,
in laughter rippling through marble halls,
in jeweled cups brimming with poison.

Here stand five shadows cloaked in power:
the Jade Empress who penned her conquests in ink of...

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A glass stands upon a table, 
Watched by arbiters of existential
State.
They observe the glass, to give opinion
As to its contents.

The Pessimist speaks: “There is wine
In the glass, and it is half empty”.
The Optimist, with shake...

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We celebrate the optimist
Extolling his cheery ways
As the light shines upon him 
We think he's worthy of our praise

He seems to have the answers
With him the future's always bright
Convincing us that darkness
Is a form of...

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Mirrors and Scales



Approached with trepidation
they assault our self esteem,
when we waddle up for judgment
and they destroy our dream.

Cold unflinching arbiters
reflecting just the truth,
of what was long suspected;
aging has borne its fruit.

Saggy baggy bodies
so long past...

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I do not deny that the heat of life’s bubbly buzz is cheery
But I would instead be the keen silent observer of all,
The keen eye that critiques the chaotic hubbub around –
The solitary judge who...

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