Long Fda Poems
Long Fda Poems. Below are the most popular long Fda by PoetrySoup Members. You can search for long Fda poems by poem length and keyword.
There once existed, upon this earth.
A people, happy~ not possessed with depavity, destruction of cities,
murder and dearth.
But a truly evil being and his kind, infected
Unknowing, arrogant, atheistic, mankind.
He nuked their souls till they were all mentally and spiritually blind.
First, of the vicious media, he made his stronghold,
Being sure,that only complete, vicious lies were told.
The good people were told they were going to die!
And like tiny ants, scurried into their mandated homes, behaved,
and just why?
Now they find they are running out of money!
And the ignoramuses in DC, hand out doles of the green, like free honey?
Children stuck at home is certainly not an education nor is it fun.
But this is how we allow the USA to be run!
By Congress with its rude head in its arrogant backside.
Allowing that no children will you see on any playground slide.
Only our family pets can be walked outside.
But us..no chance, Mr.or Mrs.Stay Inside!
We love to say that word."p_nd_mic".
To you, world, it's a word I will not use.
Truly, more a mentally paralyzingly epidemic.
Many pockets of nations are so poor, wake up, please!!
10,000 children have died of no disease since this all began but
are now...of no food and dire poverty.
In many households people can no longer work.
Thanks to Satan,the media, insane leaders who are all bona fide jerks.
The lying media will never let us know.
They rather play the phony number of 'the daily cases show.'
The FDA pulls back a 65 year old drug that works?
Big Pharma knows we are pill takers and vaccine wannabe jerks.
A goofball physician throwing out the first pitch at the first MLB game?
He, who knows nothing, but he has no shame!
I cry for all countries living in fear.
My tributes to the mask-less,who are less harmed because they hold
life and freedom, far more dear!
Under Sino-Soviet rule, we will now live the rest of our days.
Please do not be thick headed, believing those with power will ever
allow the truth to have its say.
So write of beauty, such starry-eyed.posey eyed poetry.
Somebody better write about~ God, freedom and democracy!
July 30, 2020
10 pm PST
Entered in:
Contest: Isolation Phillosophy Contest
Contest Sponsor: Chantellte Cooke
The Days of Masks and Covered znosex,
6/14/2025
There once existed, upon this fine earth.
A people, happy~ not possessed with
Depravity, destruction of cities, murder and dearth.
But an evil being and his kind, infected
Unknowing, arrogant, atheistic, mankind.
He nuked their souls till they were all mentally and spiritually blind.
First, of the vicious media, he made his stronghold,
Being sure,that only complete, vicious lies were told.
The good people were told they were going to die!
And like tiny ants, scurried into their mandated homes,
behaved and why?
Now they find they are running out of money.
And the ignoramuses in DC, hand out,doles of the green like free honey?
Children being stuck at home is certainly not an education nor fun.
But this is how we allowed the USA to be run.
By Congress with its rude head.,in its arrogant, lying, backside.
Allowing that no children will you see. on her their backside!
Only our pets can be walked outside.
But us..no chance, Mr.or Mrs. stay inside!
We love to say that word."p_nd_mic".
To a world, it's a word I will not use, it's a mentally paralyzingly
and remains pathetic L
In many households people can no longer work.
Thanks to Satan,the media, insane leaders who are all followiers
That bona fide jerk?
The lying media will never ever let us know.
They rather play the phony number of cases to castlm
Fear on all daily news shows
The FDA pulls back a 65 year old drugthat work..
Big Pharma knows we are pill takers.and vaccine jerks!
A goofball physician throwing out the first pitch at the firstMLB game?
He, who he is a kiler, liar, with no shane.
Pocketing billions…his shameful game.
I cry for all countries living in shaows of fear.
My sorrow to see the mask-less, who are harmed because
they hold freedom,far more dear!
Under Sino-Soviet rule, we mght live therest of our days?
Please do not be thick headed, believing those with power
will never allow the truth to have its say.
So write of beauty, such starry-eyed poetry.
Somebody better write about, God, freedom and democracy!
June 14, 2025
Mama and Daddy was always Love-Dovey
She is His Sweetheart – He is Her Honey
First Love… Real Love - Forever True
Pa… I Pray to find A Man Like You…
Daddy Laughed and Put His Arm Round My Shoulder
And Said, “I’ll Tell You Somethin’, Now You’re Older
It’s got to do with Your Mother’s Fame
And Why I gave Her, The Nickname…
… Boot-Legged Mama
Boot-Legged Mama
Blue-jean Shorts and Vintage Tony Lama
Walked thru the Door… of A Liquor Store
… Packaged so Pretty… Pa Just had to Pour
… Boot-Legged Mama
Ma… Was there, to get 6-packs for A Party…
Pa… Was there, ‘cause of a Taste for Bacardi
He took One Look and Knew He Couldn’t Waste Her
Pa… Gave-up ‘Drank’… Just so He Could Chase her !
Dad, Said, ‘He’d Drowned in Dark-Eyes and Sweet-Aroma
Fine-Wine, Crystal… But Tuff’ Nuff’ to Down-Drama
Pa Claims, Mama’s Labeled by the F.D.A.
And Listed on Her Driver’s License is, A.K.A. …
… Boot-Legged Mama
Boot-Legged Mama
Genuine Woman, Who Made Him Wanna’
Take Her to be His Lawful Moonshine
… Married at Midnight – ‘cross The County-Line
… Boot-Legged Mama
Alcohol’s in Trauma; and Prohibition Told Her:
"Boot-Legged Mama… Done Drove Pa Sober !"
Now, Homemade-Hooch… is His Acquired Taste
180 Proof… Kicked All Over His Case !
Right Then, Mama Flowed into The Room
Pa, Teased and Said, “Still Full-Bodied and Perfumed !
Ma Hugged Us, then Handed Me – Old Boots and A Dress…
(and good advice)… “Go Git’ My Elliot Ness…
… and be a Boot-Legged Mama!
( Hey !... Did I Hear Somebody, In A Country Drawl ….
Order Up A Bottle of Kicking Alcohol !
Well, Here She Is… Y'all ! ...
Boot-Legged Mama ….
Well John (Moses) Freeman... You Said You Needed
Somethin' :) to Read tonight, before kicking up your
heels... Well, Here It Is (Have Fun - Son)
MoonBee
(Thank You For All Your Wonderful Comments
Now, I Can't Get Thru The Door for My Ego.. (Smile)
Forget the First 48, how ‘bout the first 30 days, smh.
How is it that the House that has ALL the control is so out of control?
How is it that we got an elderly grandfather acting like a kid with a new case of ink pens?
With less than two weeks on the job and with all that is going on in the country, how is attending the Super Bowl a priority, and riding around the Daytona 500 racetrack benefiting our country? It's more like a senior citizen acting like a 12 year old that has never been let outside as a child.
Because of the Musketeers and the disarray, this "house" has more lawsuits piled up in the first 30 days than the days in the month. People not knowing what’s the deal, so many court cases and appeals.
The amount of disrespect and threatening to take away federal fundings from states who don't wanna play and do what you say, is wrong on so many levels.
How are things great or even better when so many people are getting a "You fired" letter?
Inflation, allegations, discrimination, immigration, mass deportations, ICE not so nice…
Thirty days, what a splatter, even his supporters doesn’t matter. Now what are they to do, when they are the ones being let go too. You was a fan, did you think you were exempt? Thousands upon thousands are being fired, now they are left wondering who else is hiring. Prices are soaring, eggs are $37.00 a dozen…
Mishandling, dismantling... FYI, no DEI, they coming for the CFPB, the NOAA, FAA, USAID, Medicaid (CMS), no appreciation for the Dept of Education, the NIH, the DoD, the CDC, the IRS in a big mess, EPA, FDA, the VA, FEMA, NASA and even more in store.
You knew what kind of chaos it was the last time so I don’t know why anybody is surprised. Awww, and you thought it was going to be better the second time around. Well, all I can say is, there is Power in Prayer.
Buckle up... and to think, this is only the first 30 days, smh.
Greetings from Schwenksville, Pennsylvania
today March 1st, 2021
I dashed (off the enclosed poem) yay
while safely secured within
white horse open sleigh
after reading following
pray lemme know if ye uttered oy vey.
Profound insights divulged
during our most recent family zoom
Approximately seven hundred
and fifty four months since exiting womb,
yours truly (sole son
of late Boyce Brandon -
yes she named him
after paternal grandmother
Sadie, her mom's Yiddish name
Basia Brana or Brandla)
me currently ensconced within unit B44
analogous to catacomb
amid Highland Manor Apartments
I dwell - our livingsocial hole in the wall
among grateful dead residents
facility likened to metaphorical tomb
each stone individually moved one at a time
courtesy hearty and hale archeologists
resident to *Qom
(a city in northwestern Iran -
place of pilgrimage for Shiite Muslims)
to imbibe on spiritual succor
and become comfortably numb
acquiring appropriate trailing appellation,
yes a USDA, FDA, B Corp... and
Pink Floyd approved nom de plume,
which feeble poetic brainstorm
begat within mine
sixty plus shades of gray matter,
which exhaustive mental effort
induced silent but deadly ka-boom
one Matthew Scott Harris
rent asunder vaporized to smithereens,
hence each his personal possessions
cherished as prized heirloom
no trace left behind
regarding pulverized lovely bones,
nevertheless burnt offerings
specialists did painstakingly exhume
where Ashkenazi temple will bloom.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
*My humblest apology for lame rhyme
with previous word similar to crypt
yours truly deserted and he gypped
thee while crawling
across Sahara during nighttime
dehydration subsequently
found me tight lipped
I called Uber, but could not get a lyft.
As the days become shorter and cooler,
And my age climbs a little farther up the ruler.
Life has taken on a new and wonderful meaning.
I’ve finally reached a point in life that many take to be demeaning
I am an official member of the Old Timers Club,
It’s an elite and prestigious hub.
There is just one rule to join in this niche,
You have to be as old as a rock and still able to scratch your own itch.
No dues are charged we just gossip a lot,
About what’s wrong with so and so and the ailments we’ve got.
How many medications you’re on or what new thing the doctors have removed,
And what side effects they have and whether they’re F.D.A. approved.
Sometimes we reminisce about family till someone starts to cry.
Then we just sit there rocking thinking on days gone by.
There is one true saying, if you live long enough you too will grow old.
So far it’s not a crime but they’re working on that I’ve been told.
This exclusive club is known for its heartache and pain,
But a lot of love is shown as long as you remain.
It’s something we’ve earned and we have the scars to show.
That growing old is not always the best way to go.
As long as we’re able to gather or talk,
And know that some one still cares whether we can stand and walk.
I guess maybe it’s support this thing we seek.
Cause growing old alone truly makes life reek.
I think loneliness is the worse fear of all,
Just waiting out your days and longing for somebody to come by or even just
call.
The young act like old age is a contagious disease,
They might catch it if you happen to sneeze.
I remember when depends was a state of mind,
Not something you wore around your old behind.
With that little thought I think I’ll close for now.
That’s about all I think they’ll allow
insane, lovely, loony, lonely, lonesome, malodorous mean old rotten, mothering, nasty, narcotic, never whatever, never meh, never cold, not approved by the CIA, not approved by DHS, not approved for human consumption by the FDA, not your daddy’s sissified corporate cup of coffee, NOT DECAFE coffee, not your Denny’s truck driver weak as brown water cup of fake coffee, not your establishment friendly cup of coffee, Not your FBI coffee, Not FAKE Herbal coffee substitute, but a real cup of coffee, not your farmer brothers dinner crap, not made in America for Americans, not safe for work, not your Starbucks average expensive overpriced crappy corporate chain cup of coffee, Not pretentious, Not White House approved, not State Department safe, nuclear, Not Patriotic, operatic, Peets’s coffee approved,
Soulful as a summer’s night in MOTOWN- James Brown approved, TOP approved, Berkeley approved, the coffee that Jimmy Hendrix drank before he died, the coffee that Elvis drank on his last breakfast, the coffee that Barry White crooned as he drank his cup of coffee – and the coffee that made the white boy play stand up and play that funky music, the coffee that made Jonny B Goode play his guitar, and made Jonny bet the devil his soul after he drank his morning cup of righteous coffee and the coffee that make the Rolling Stones Rock and Roll, the coffee your mother warned you against drinking, the coffee that Napoleon drank when he became the Emperor of all Europe, the Coffee that Beethoven drank when he wrote the Ninth symphony, the coffee that Mozart drank as he wrote his last symphony, the coffee that Lincoln drank before he was killed, the Hemingway drank before he killed himself, the coffee that started the 60’s, and ended the 20th century,
Inflammatory Bowel Disease (IBD)
Are you upset by stomach pains
Diarrhea and bad cramps
Are you so dog-gone tired
You can’t even outrun your Gramps
Have you tried all the common cure-alls?
Medication - - - therapy
Massage and acupuncture
But relief just ain’t to be
Then perhaps you are finally ready
For a cure that some find quite weird
To counter your bad IBD
That the FDA still hasn’t cleared
See they think that an imbalance
Of bacteria within your body
Causes inflammation
And your stomach gets all knotty
So to fix that bad imbalance
Here’s what some say to do
Insert some helpful microbes
From someone’s healthy poo
Yes – I said from someone’s poop
A relative or somebody close
Just a pinch within the cheeks
Would be a healthy dose
It’s now trending in America
This desperate D Y I
If you suffer from this IBD
You just might give it a try
They are running tests in Canada
To evaluate and study
To see if fecal implants
Will cure or harm somebody
But there are those who’ve tried it
And swear it did the trick
No longer show the symptoms
No longer feel that sick
Now your doctor won’t approve it
Your friends will think you’re nuts
Passing fecal matter
The wrong way through your butts
But they say that just like blood banks
There will be donor centers too
Where healthy individuals
Can dump off healthy poo
Don’t ask me to assist you
Back where the sun don’t shine
But you can have a handful
Of any poo of mine
I don’t write this to belittle
The pain you’re going through
But I read this on the internet
So I know it must be true
And it just got me thinking
This might help someone like you
Another true news item from your Uncle Mike
The farmer wakes to a great stir, a beast disrupts his brood,
But he can never catch his foe, for this beast shrewd.
He does not know he can’t contain this beast, for it is me,
He’s threatened, must strike first, but asks, what could I be?
Hey farmer, you’re mistaken, I ain’t no GMO,
You can’t control me, you don’t own me, I’ve got no Monsanto.
Or is it congress that you play at? You the FDA?
I see you: one face, two face, a new mask every day.
But that don’t fool me, ‘cause I know exactly what you do,
Recombining DNA, using a virus or two,
Invading minds and bodies, creating dependants,
Whatever tactics you can find to keep your ascendance.
Externally are social ‘norms,’ which you have put in place,
To ensure we self-police, a sort of ‘just in case.’
Because deep down both you and I know you're losing control,
You want the hens to flock, can’t let one feel like it’s whole.
Even the roosters know their place, don’t want to deviate,
You’ve bred your livestock well, and they still procreate.
Yet you attempt to censor our private and professional affairs,
Forget the glass ceiling, these are the Penrose stairs.
What you fail to realize is I won’t spiral down,
I’ll break free of your illusions and make it on my own.
Though I may lead your flock is grounded in that coop built strong,
While I will fly my heart’s content your hens can’t come along.
For hens don’t fly, nor roosters do, that’s just how they were made,
And so I laugh while thinking that of me you are afraid.
Give up while you still can, my friend; your ways I won’t espouse,
Your problem, farmer, is that there’s an eagle in your hen house.
Freedom.
Is that what you call it?
Being able to walk and talk as long as you are watched and heard,
Having our voices quieted when honor-bound truth creates a hell-bound stir,
Or the fact that divine life belongs to a blasphemous piece of persuading paper.
To me, freedom is unknown
Ripped long ago
Stolen from our flesh, breath, and bone.
Merely convinced we are free
Believing this is how it’s supposed to be;
We paint our life’s pictures as we are told what we need and what to believe.
Holding onto images we continue to create
We build our ego and discard the ability to deliberate,
Freedom is just as we are, hidden behind fiction’s gate.
As the FDA approves of food only meant to save a few cents
Our brilliant minds are weakened and left with a lack of common sense,
Played by approval ratings
Scammed by “Big Pharma”
What is one mans pain is another ones karma.
To be free is to know you are limitless
To love through interconnectedness
To walk pleasantly through trees you were born to see,
The unfortunate contrary of popular belief.
For some reason you believe, to see natures most beautiful scenes, you must pay per person to a fool who simply said this is how it should be.
A fool who claims land as his own, even though we all know, that land had been there long before that fool or his blood had a face to show.
So if you’d ask me if I think we are free,
I would say no.
Furthermore, if you’d ask me, given our vast amount of choices don’t we seem free?
I would say simply, to seem is the difference between reality and make believe,
For believing in what seems does not change nightmares to dreams.