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Liberal lovers
claim maternal rights
to reproductive powers of yes and no,
maybe and not yet lives.
While conservative haters
demand paternalistic rights
to purchase and bear deproductive automated powers of terminal wrong,
terrorizingly maybe and not yet deaths.
If this is our only viable choice,
between being a socialist
and being an anti-socialist,
a sociopath,
between being a lover
or a hater,
between acting with future regenerative hope
or degenerative malice,
then, for those committed to a healthy energy democracy,
for those constitutionally invested in prosperous well-being,
we can take no uncivil rest
until everyone freely chooses organic and fair communion
over deadly automated commerce,
narcissism,
cynicism,
greed,
fear and anger building hate,
absence of both natural and spiritual integrity.
I would not think
we would need a PhD in health care
environmental science
or divine arts and crafts
to see which leans closer
to full-score democratic resilience,
maybe and not yet quite polypathic resonance.
Don't laugh at people
You may laugh at yourself
Didn't I say "yourself"?
Do you take things literally?
Are you liberal?
It depends on what you are asking
Liberty - yeah
Money - no
So are you a conservative then?
Money - no
Liberty - yes
True to form
What form are you talking about?
My form or your form?
Are you touchy on some subjects?
Why?
Who is touching you?
Come to the rescue
Are you a little riding hood?
No a wallflower
Gee
Why do you say so yourself?
Why shouldn't I?
Who would say for me?
Tough as a nail are you?
No tough as mashed potatoes
I can be eaten
Haha
Are you done with all this bull s?
Why? Are you done with yours?
Time for number one
What's that?
Can you wait?
I am doing number two
Too much bsssss
I am going to bed
Good may the bug bite you
Oh
Your whimsical
Words and whiles and ways
Are like Vaseline on a chapped baby's bum
Or camomile on sunburn skin
Conservative journeys traversing the vacuum
On the dark side of the moon
Only the true believers
Are destined to see
If Apollo goes to plan
And the shuttle lands
The future is in your hands
Fire up the marching band
And make a stand
For a return to mother earth
Re-entering in a blaze of firework glory
The countdown where Rockets left
Sound a crack of warrant thunder
No more under
The spell of magic
The whimsical reside
Man has been to the other side
And there is no going back
The heaven's are no longer black
Back to the motherland
Where the only thing to fear
Is conquering army's
That fund exploration
Again a cosy snuggly night came
With some cosy sweet memories
Cosy memories reminding like horrible reminder
Reminding me conservative thinking of you
Still memorising ur name's alphabets
It's slaying inside part of my body
Cosy night again fooling me
Jerked me back...
How I wait of u in my porch
For one sweet glimpse....
Is that day come again??
Feeling like m coverd by ur arm
And in ur..I keep on relieving my pain
Enduring ur tightness
Broken pieces stick back
Memories are now loosing colour itself
black black black black..........
Body is under shroud drenched with unstoppable tears
Stop borne!!
Inevitable to know,riddle to the world...
Form:
If my Trumpian weed patch could talk
I'm sure he would say
it's past time to capitalize our stay
"We're taking over,
spreading out,
patriotically proud of blatant
rather than tribally latent
monocultural colonizing intent
to deculture
corrupt
win/lose zero-sum compete
from straight white patriarchal strength
to punish ecofeminists,
to violently revenge
exploit
disempower sacred
unenlightened polypathic grace;
Not just our practice,
but our unpeaceful
LeftBrain dominant
reductive
divisive
straight white Trumpian
patriarch-privileged policy
against global wealth
of democratic health."
Imagine our healthiest ecosystemic experience
could respond
with LeftBrain empowering
enlightened words
and memes
and re-connecting memories:
"We cherish you
as and where you breathe
and root
and flower right now
in this robust polycultural intent
of our own organic lifetime
blue/green cooperative
outside/inside
above/below
sacred/secular
light/power
Heaven/Earth healthcare system.
As for your TrumpWeed internal fear
and external anger voices
for aggressive win/lose practiced choices,
try to channel
and co-invest in Gandhi
and MLK, Jr
and nonviolent EarthMother more,
if you would expand our creolizing,
not colonizing, mission
to do your economic ecological
and political win/win share
to Make Earth Healthy
Wealth Again."
If my Trumpian weed patch could respond
I'm sure we would say
it's past time to re-invest
in our healthiest resilient
cooperatively governed stay
to win/win play
all eudaemonia purposive day
and hedonia seeding night.
November 6th 2018 - election day
Later today after
all votes get cast
post final countdown,
the winning candidates
ought to be known
way before break fast
cometh on the lanced
morrow (for champions),
nonetheless
my fingers and toes crossed,
that those donned diametrically
opposed to establishmentarian
(reed conservative
buttoned down
MAGA stalwarts) deemed
more dangerous than
beastie boys, or
foo fighting, Outkast
sans, these progressive forward
thinking Democratic activists
(purportedly threatening
gerrymandered territory,
where white Anglo Saxon
Protestant hegemony dominates
status quo regarding
dhow ting Thomas Nast
tee Donkeys as
hashtagged by Trump),
I pray these true
purring blue state
representatives clinch,
the majority to oust vast
Republican politicians cowed,
demeaned, and excoriated
for NOT fawning
prince supple lee,
nor paying expected
obeisance as mealy
mouth sycophants, that she
push hilly accede toward
belligerent, execrable,
and incriminating, nee
Machiavellian hot headed,
quasi coiffed,
donned, and puffed que
hair raising bully,
whose vindictive
uber lyft tartly tinged
tongue lashing,
they risk acerbic
punitive un re
lent ting vitriol stemming
from recalcitrance determined
by the fuhrer wannabe
wool shear lee be silenced
unless that bigoted,
"FAKE" man hat
tinned unabashed, unhinged,
and unruly
villainous president we
the village people nominated
to bulldoze zee
American free
dumbs, now made irrelevant!
Commercials That Push An Agenda
Written: by Miracle Man
11-9-2019
I turn on the tube and immediately feel beset,
Commercials aimed at young minds too immature to fret.
It’s often not what they say, but the pictures they show,
planting visual thoughts that in young minds grow.
They become innocent victims of this ambushing,
And these subtle commercials are agenda pushing.
To change the world you change a young brain,
and through commercials their innocence they feign.
Young minds accept commercials they see as fact,
So for conservative Christians the deck appears stacked.
Liberals condition young thinking toward their plan,
making pictures look sweet and being a hatchet man.
George Osborne’s Speech at the Conservative Party Conference 2015
Yesterday, on the 5th of October, Chancellor George Osborne said,
He was gonna give devolved powers to local councils dead;
He was gonna extend his hand to the many, the working people,
Who feel a desolation from Jeremy Corbyn’s socialist steeple.
He hit on a high note, a marketing gold, when he nobly exclaimed,
That the Conservative Party were builders fixing the roof, aimed:
Said that financial infrastructure needs checked whilst functional;
Compared the tories to builders, who have an agreement contractual.
Calling yourself builders by no means suggests you care for them,
Politics should be about giving certain benefits to not pre-condemn,
Like more time off for male parents and paid vacation holidays,
To say how much we appreciate these builders for their athletic abilities.
Do you think George is quietly angling to become Prime Minister?
His celebrity diet at the start of 2014 alludes to such a mister,
When he took to running in St James’s Park and around his home,
And now I'm wondering if 10 Downing Street he will one day roam.
There's a dramatic ebb and flow in our system now,
And the turbulence leaves the weak in its wake.
As the roots between liberal and conservative,
Have spread wider across a barren landscape.
The growth of weeds has limited the harvest,
Choking off the discontent and seeds to survive.
While efforts to irrigate and allow growth to prosper,
Have been victimized by drought to deprive.
This climate has been changing for some time now,
With weather slowly reaching new peaks.
Yet many of the storms have been realized,
And the damages have extended beyond weeks.
Although seasons change, at times, without warning,
Our nature has a firm preference to predict.
Where we critique and draw upon the truth,
Applying wisdom before deciding to convict.
When it's believed the only constant is change,
Where the pace requires bipartisan support.
Maybe then, we can confess to the rational,
And get back to governing, without those to extort.
Desiring to be The President of The United States of America is 'a reach that can be reached' to say the least, and is a noble pursuit.
Before I ever read her poem, I saw a news clip of her and was rather impressed that she knew where she was headed, and was preparing to get there. She is such a breath of fresh air in a nation so highly toxic.
In America, we breathe in and out from the left as well as from the right. In America, we pick our peak, climb as high as we can and let the people decide. Yes, I think she's playing by the rules by launching at age 35. Beautiful America, although sometimes a pool of confusion, is still the place where anything is possible.
And yes, I shall be a bit aged, but I shall still abound and be around when she announces*. Whether liberal, conservative, progressive, socialist, or independent, whatever the stripe or type, I'll observe her history and not bother to listen to all the hype. For my support, just like all the rest, she'll absolutely have to get it the 'old fashion way'. I tell you, she will have to be the genuine article and work very hard to earn my vote.
012221cjFBPS*Amanda Gorman