Long Crony Poems

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AoTEARoa aka New Zealand

Spine chilling velocity
Willing feverish ferocity
Pollution spilling atrocity
Pushes our buttons
Top billing forging
Fiendish drilling pomposity
Gluttons gorging in the isles of muttons

Coining the term “purloining”
Plunder even here down under
Cast asunder..can hear the thunder
In the proud land of 
The long white cloud

Scold from the fold to heal
But won’t listen..do a deal
Gaudy gems appeal..glisten
History sold for pieces of gold

Cower to phoney crony power
Dour Parasites roll the dice
Show pony baloney hour

Off their heads...now divining 
Mining our whining sea beds..

Palaver of scour..devour and sour
Splice our shining slice of paradise
Vice rather than stories of glories told

Voraciously gobbling veracity
Audaciously hobbling precocity
Generosity wobbling even in the home
Of lengthy Cumulus Curiosity…

Not being funny
In this Land of Milk & Honey
Won’t kowtow to the cash cow

Getting out of hand
Because the answer forever
Whatever will never ever
Be just money!
Form: Rhyme


Premium Member No Kings Today

America First has a long history
Over 250 years now
Of resisting the tyranny of kings.
Needless to say, Trump is the obvious face 
Of America First,
And yet here he is being called a king.
The irony is those now opposed to MAGA
Would have been opposed to America’s independence
And so called “loyalists” back then.
Loyal to what we might ask?
To the top down power of the monarchy
To the mercantilist crony capitalism of the day
To a status quo that didn’t want anything to change.
Kings like this kind of stability after all,
Not being elected to serve a limited term
They worry about the only way they can be replaced
And that is through death.
But real kings these days are figure heads,
Not doers or even tyrants
But remnants of past glories 
Held up to inspire and unite a culture.
Maybe the protests today aren’t really for no kings
As much as not their king.
If they were really honest they’d have just 
Had a posthumous crowning ceremony
For their immortal King 
Karl of Marx.

(10/18/25)
Form: Narrative

Miss Phobhia And Her Niece

Miss Phobia was her fastidious aunt,tall and bony
Who ranted and always found fault with little Mini
In every work she did or proposed to do any --
May it be household task or play with a crony;
And retracted her any moment she felt proper,
And the latter jumped back like a grass hopper.


She had reared her as a parentless modest child ,
As her own bitter hard past had seasoned her so;
The child was to learn to be timid, soft and slow
No wonder everyone found her just dull and mild;
Things went on as the rigid Time  kept his stride;
The other's demise left her in misery and fear-tide



Running back home on a stormy eve,she found
A snake chasing a big frog ,hopping for its life;
There was a twist when chance averted the strife
As the venturing jumper landed behind a hound ,
The hunter turned back  and rushed for safety,
Leaving the stray creature happy, lucky and hasty


The days that followed found her struck down
Uneasy, febrile, with  anxiety and psychic ache ;
The throat went dry and the voice could not make
Signs for the near or distant,cryptic a frown;
A loser without any contest earns no sympathy,
As success is not for those who do with apathy


Oh the peripeteia! there was a wondrous miracle:
The groaning sufferer had an odd ,frenzied bout;
From out of her  window came in a huge snout,
Rolling eyes,and  a soft croaking note empirical:
'Remember ,Fear drains out the sap of living spirit 
'To fill  the bane of inactivity and blind faith, in it'


Croaking,it now sounded closer and louder still:
'Sport  with the hazards ,and Luck picks you out'
'As she often is wont to put uncouth  Fate to rout';
As if out of a dream, the revealed one in thrill,
Sat up and uttered:" I know life is an endless fight,
"A battle fought all over, till  prevails the inner might"  !

The House of Lords




Bored of deplored 

Hordes of frauds

On abhorred company boards

Who applaud flawed

Seats stored…for cheats

Apply or buy on the fly

Enjoy till they die


Getting podgy..betting on dodgy bills 

Thrills of blue pills

Moolah the ruler

Swills..fills the tills



Cash revenues poured

Toured here & 

Did maraud abroad

All avenues explored

Scored a stash

Claps & back slaps

Promises will slash

Countries floored collapse

Nice one chaps

Ice caps thawed

Adored share price soared


Lust for boom & bust

Must lobby..trust us

Just a hobby jobby

Cigars smoked…booze soaked

Full to the gunnels

With coke choked 

Vasal nasal funnels


Despite our fears and nadirs

For years on the fiddle

Peers sneers & jeers

Snaking beast will feast

Diddle..taking the piddle

Not least the riddle 

Forgot forsaking the priest



Not reeling…Lords’ laughter

Cheers to Keir again

Feeling calmer after

Starmer’s dafter karma

Who’s forgotten it’s rotten

Even show pony Tony

Did more to stop

Crony phoney baloney


Our hopes on the ropes

Need a disdain campaign

Tropes to end 

Champagne reign of gain

This inane arcane 

Insane gravy train
Form: Rhyme

Career karma for Keir Starmer


Cheer there is such a thing as political karma

Sneer as your career fell off a pier Keir Starmer

No panacea clear nadir we jeer at sheer drama

Come forth King of the North such a charmer

Life so rife with strife & won’t make it calmer

But better go getter trend setter & vote farmer

Coup not out of the blue...Andy the embalmer

Outwitting Keir who’s been spitting like a llama

Might not become a peer or knight in armour

Rejection then ejection he’s an election harmer

A phony baloney Tony crony no Barack Obama

More banal bananarama than BBC's panorama

Out of date mate like melon & ham from Parma

Chance of return from exile same as Dalai Lama

Lost to a show pony time for a holiday in Palma
Form: Monorhyme


Love Birds

LOVE BIRDS:
We've come a long way in this journey,
And we're never ending this crony.
We had our dreams,
You had your challenge,
And I had mine.
But you brought the courage,
And it's so fine.
I held you with a kiss,
And you gave me some peace.
I know you already know that,
With faith and strong heart.

And I'm so amazed,
Now that I can see your face.
Though I thought it was the end.
As we broke the fence,
That protects what we've earned.
Making me feel so tensed,
Since I can't move on without you,
And that's so true. 
We are best pairs,
Real lovers and trusted friends.
I believe in you,
And I will forever be with you.

Premium Member A big, come on to the Swiss,

Ill-logical..? Philosophy.' Devious topoggraphy..Asset flow
Incorperated to bringl a stagnant; septic situation.' In the
1970's a $ 10,000 cash limit was the goal,  we were led to
Beleive.' Not then in force..Yet a desireable goal.? It would
Deter crime, we would be cleaner, sorta body and soul.' I
Compose these lines now decades later.' And observe its
Still 'the goal?' This inflation wise..Is not in sync.! Rather it
Is a retrograde rule, Cipher unspoken.' Co-hession breaker.'
If it were a valid, ammount to use within economys, the
Level should be £40,000 in the most basic re-view.' So one
More weight among the many.' Like uncontrolled migrations.. Solar and wind schemes..Causing brown-outs
And breakdowns aplenty.' All out of position with the tech
Available 'why is the water engine' not in use this century?
There are factory farms.' Fake meat and milk..Much Chlorinated water.' And differing breifs, billions are spent on wars and causing crime.' Its a lucrative business.' Going
All the time.' Have you forgot that $10,000 dollar limit.? If
Not I ask why? Because the seed was in it.' Of the breaking
Of order, of greasy street food tuk tuks.' Where once clean
Eateries and good corner stores, dive into your memories
Its what they are for.' I think a backlash is now waiting to
Happen.? ( yet I also consider it has been planned?) Looking at all that has happened.' The British economy
Almost destroyed by 'mr carney..A crony of scoros of schwab and bush..And their small positioned army.' I beleive 'open conversation is good for the soul?' Lets get
Into freedom of speech.' The seed of making things more
Whole.' Who are the minions?? Who run the confrences and
Bake the bread service, supply all the needs.' Where is said
The most unworkable agendas ever known unto man that
Place ' davos in white switzerland..' A non eu..Non migraton
Land.' Are all in that country as grubby as the few? I find it
Hard on my mind.' Surely there must be one??:or two.?? Well just say there are 'ten thousand?' Who could sing a
Different song.' I beleive they could alter a world for the
Better.' As others join with their growing throng.'
Form: Verse

Empty Speeches

Empty Speeches 
©2012 C. Brent Cloyd

Gone are the columns, gone is the crowd
Just twenty thousand, shouting loud
Gone is the hope, debt was the change
Stale words remain, empty and strange

The air is filled with Biden baloney
He pleads the case for a liberal crony
Praises a job well done, but not complete
In anger cajoles voters to not unseat

Introduced with great pomp and circumstance
We hear of one who will give us a chance
Then strutting to the stage with toothy grin
He tells us about Republican sin

“It’s not my fault the economy is bad
But if not for me, it would be real sad”
Nothing new, we’ve heard this story before
We can get the job done, but I need four more

Lectured us about what is right and fair
Let the rich pay more, they can afford to share
Didn’t hear a word about the nation's debt
But the people are asking you can bet

“I need your vote, my contract please renew”
But I ask why, you’ve told us nothing new
Mr. President, wave goodbye, run the race
But I’m voting for another in your place
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Heritage

This sunrise was better than any I have seen
Can it ever be real in capitalism?

My children will be fine-watching
Sunrises never seen

         Sunrises

                     Never

                                    Seen   


12/23/11
7:10pm
© All Rights Reserved
  

Special Note:.. My line above about "real capitalism" is explained here...I AGREE with excerpts from an opinion I read recently from the founder of "Whole Foods".....if allowed to properly operate "conscious capitalism" is beneficial, I believe..all stakeholders benefit...customers, team members, suppliers, investors, and the community at large....but am opposed to "crony capitalism" where some businesses get special deals with the government, such as many Wall Street companies got with financial bailouts....this crony capitalism is doing great harm in our society....

Ring Ding Dong Our favorite Song

On this and in many occasions
We've seen him proudly display
His titles along side of his
World Championship.
Tonight he enters the ring a
Battered and Bruised man.
Allowing a non contender to
Best him, and then again being
defeated by the number one
Contender. He was battered and
bruised by the two and took the microphone 
In front of an unsatisfied crowd saying it's 
Obvious you all don't like me  To then have
a guy who has been an upright official come in
To help him after the brawl, to pummel your
Worlds Champion who refuse any help, he wanted
To do it his self 
On the gurney microphone in hand he began singing
" I saw it in her smile" to wild the bunch, he got a loud
Standing ovation, to his and the fans delight .
Tonight the Champion enters as the underdog.I have
Been told they have the video ready waiting for it to
Become official. It's believed this is the champions night
To be defeated. He is out muscled, he is out gamed, he is
Injured and wrestling in pain  He can't be disqualified or counted out.
Past champions have called for him to forfeit the title and try to reclaim
It in a "rubber match" if you will, or use the series stipulation to have
him who would be champion to commit to a continuous seven series
Where the odds would be in his favored. His opponent can out wrestle him
On his best days and tonight, they say only a fool would go in
Not thinking about himself. 
" I saw it in her smile
The look upon her face"
These the lyrics we have heard all evening, we just wanna know if she can dance!

Kontro I'Lavagna
Reporting


Contro Le Lavagna: aka Andro Maskulant
the Crony Troll
of Churnalism!
Form: Ballad

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