Long Filibuster Poems
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There’s a political party
that’s just obsessed with race,
all their power is built on it,
it’s rather a disgrace.
It started centuries ago
defending slavery,
campaigning for long decades to
keep blacks as property.
And when some other people said,
“Maybe this isn’t right,”
this party declared civil war,
began a bitter fight
that lasted four horrific years,
six hundred thousand dead,
and tore the whole country apart,
left out fields stained in red.
Then, when forced to admit defeat,
they thought up a new plan,
Jim crow would crush the now-free blacks,
and call them ‘boy,’ not man,
suppress all their natural rights
send men in white to scare,
make folks bow to their Klu Klux Klan,
to get elected there.
They then used their power to block
all anti-lynching laws,
segregated the bureaucracy
to advance their sick cause.
When even this wasn’t enough
to restrain southern blacks,
the party chose to filibuster
the damn Civil Rights Act!
And when this technique didn’t work
they got insidious,
they created the welfare state,
said, “You should vote for us.”
Bought black souls off with big hand-outs,
no men needed, cash for free!
Destroyed the urban work ethic
and the black family.
Now children grow up without dads
and fall to gang-banging,
people are told they can’t succeed,
there is no use in trying.
Somehow they have done more damage
then even slavery could,
this party knows it’s crushing souls,
and that it does them good.
As long as blacks are miserable,
as long as they’re kept poor,
this party can just buy their votes
with the temptation of more.
Worse still, this party has declared
skin is ‘identity,’
that they can decide, by your flesh,
what a person believes.
One is ‘oppressor,’ one is ‘oppressed,’
one other half-way stuck,
they see no individuals,
don’t believe in that stuff.
They have their nice categories,
insist you must belong,
if your resist they call you slurs,
get your fired…that’s just wrong.
There’s a party of racism,
there’s no contesting that.
You ask what is this party named?
We call them Democrats.
Hey Mitch McConnell...
about all this talk (I hear) about indefatigable (Phila/ Philly-buster)
Police sirens wail doth punctuate the air
ear splitting soundclouds blare
another typical arrest
(guilty until proven innocent if ever)
so much for Black Lives matter protests
biased accusations didst plainly reveal
how strong arm off the law doth err
injustice against persons of color ain't fair
discrimination toward mine brethren insnare
prejudice against skin color
finds white supremacists to jeer
I don't blame Senate Minority Leader,
yet his clout asserted
courtesy gesticulating midair
helping to legislate
(outside his Kentucky bailiwick)
against racial profiling nightmare.
I live far from city of brotherly love,
a peacemonger at heart else known as a dove
yours truly ofttimes seeks succor
tilting head above.
Nevertheless (meaning no matter
yours truly lives safe distance from
where citizens take up arms
showing themselves mad as a hatter)
humility devoid of white privilege,
one country bumpkin does flatter
himself versus those donning haughtiness
trumpeting arrogance, bombasity, conceit...,
qua egotistical chatter.
Such nonstop ceaseless bluster
characterizing prolonged speech
never employed courtesy
General George Armstrong Custer
unbeknownst to above named Civil War fighter,
nary non violent stonewalling tactics,
he did not muster
namely delaying antics named filibuster
from Dutch word meaning "pirate"
became popular in the 1850s.
As an aside,
the Battle of the Little Bighorn
in Montana a fiasco
for said United States Army officer,
(a cavalry commander
in American Civil War
and American Indian Wars)
decimated his 7th cavalry regiment
against a band of Lakota Sioux
and Cheyenne warriors.
Native Americans got bum rap
essentially their tribes encountered deadly zap,
no matter mass slaughter, née genocide
occurred (figuratively) fast as fingers snap
essentially life, liberty
and pursuit of happiness abrogated
forever caught in cross hairs of bigotry trap.
peas do it
whole forests of
deciduous trees do it
we's could do it too
let's copulate
complete phylums of
pedigrees do it
i hope you'll agrees, 'n' do it
all desires to appease, do it
let's copulate
the paupers and the potentates
everyone wants to procreate
all manner of fauna and flora
do desire and simply adora
to copulate, they think it's great
every species wants its mate
giraffes are always necking
pretty parrots prefer pecking
gouramis like their kissing
waiting ladies, other blissing
so let's copulate
orchids all colored and scenting
attracting insects by augmenting
instincts desire to copulate
life’s fascination to procreate
arthropods genetically driven
give nods to drives unforgivin'
the whole world's standard of livin'
is driven by a desire insatiate
to copulate and procreate
so i hope that you'll agrees
don't give my affections a tease
i prefer not to beg, but please
i'll get down on my knees to
assume my position
on this admonition
let's copulate
oh baby, slake my burning desire
to amorously set your pipes on fire
all i really wanna do
is water your Archimedean screw
so let's do it baby, let's copulate
to tell you now, my own discourse
it's just our mattered intercourse
a filibuster would be remiss
I vote for you and me to congress
I'm unimpeachable
if you're reachable
let's do it, let's copulate
© Goode Guy 2011-06-02
with thanks, (and sincere apologies) to Cole Porter
Miserable Stump Am I
What a fine morning it was....
With an axe I saw him come
One, two, three trees he passed
Before fixing gaze on me.
The menacing axe so bright....
By the way he removed it
From his shoulder, I could see
The thing was pretty heavy.
He spat on his grisly palms
Before the thing he swung
The blade fell Full Square
As again and again he struck.
Blood oozed from dumb me
Swayed by the heavy blows
While he contorted ugly face
To propel more deadly blows.
*
A racy bird wishing to rest
Or on the branches to nest
Under the paralysing fright
Past, she zoomed in flight.
Squirrel out of the burrow
Left family in the hollow
Dragged in the severed trunk
Giddy in the wicked bunk!
When I creaked and slanted
Humanity was not enchanted.
When Dust rose as I fell
Raised was the death knell!
Then I saw some smoke rise
In Town one cold sunrise
Someone warming his desire
On a dead tree on a fire-
Possibly sitting on a table
Legislator in idle warble
On which he is a master
Environs Laws to filibuster!
*
Never again did I see this man
Is he dead by oxygen starvation
Bereft by greens that he killed
And the trunk that bore them?
A moment of silence therefore
In honour of the fallen Tree
And a moment of breathlessness
To save oxygen thus depleted!!!
**Deforestation is a problem we must all curtail.
JM
22nd Oct’ 2013
The Dodgers are in LA.
How are you boys doing today?
The Giants moved to Frisco.
Is that something you did not know?
There is many a familiar face.
I have spent six years in this place.
Where do the police use mace?
Did we beat the Russians in the space race?
Yes, this is a filibuster.
Have you heard of George Armstrong Custer?
He and his men we must mourn.
They met their demise at the Little Big Horn.
Who is married to Elizabeth Taylor?
Where can I find a Vicks Inhaler?
You have heard of Norman Mailer.
He wrote the book “The Naked and the Dead”
With wine, do you prefer white or red?
How about a bottle of rose instead?
Which goes well with pizza and pepperoni?
What kind of sauce is good with macaroni?
I think you know where to find Macchu Picchu.
Those are excavated ruins in Peru.
The Incas lived in South America.
No longer do they rule in that area.
Well, I believe that is enough for your ear.
Do not worry if what I said was not clear.
As lawmakers, we must persevere.
Let us discuss serious business here.
This is how most of our elected officials spend their time in Congress
Underground, its hard to see
What kind of thing one could be
All the stretching and tearing
With the sun, sometimes, glaring
...its light
.........on tender eyes
In the dark, matter becomes weighted
When WAY can NOT be anticipated
That's when vibrations cluster
Around reason, to filibuster
...for voice
.........to push BEING into choice
Edges and corners are never safe
Only experienced by the stupid and the brave
Best to reside in a circular clump
Where time and space gather to dump
...lack
........skirted in lattice black
BEING is most difficult when one is seeing
Who, what, and where others are agreeing
Being neither here nor there
But in the middle night....WHERE....light cares
...about movement
...........and the BEING's improvement
....????
Written by Trudy Schrader on 07-12-2019
Note: I'm always amazed when I ask a question, and without expectation, one answers in a way, that identifies the maturation of the soul. It never gets old, and always gives me the direction I need in prayers for that soul.
Armchair ambassadors
Lying in wait
Have all the criteria
For the perfect state –
That Garden of Eden
That Nirvana afar
History just slaps them
So they raise up the bar
It’s so easy to solve the crisis
From at home in your easy chair –
Poli-sci majors
And young entrepreneurs –
There goes Mister Smith now –
He’ll filibuster for hours
He’s a man of ideals
A man for all seasons
Except when you challenge him –
Then he can’t give no reason
It’s so easy…
Peaceniks and liberals
Millennials and brats
They’ve got it all covered
Like bald men with hats
From their perch on the sidelines,
They sure know the score
And just for the record,
They’re like totally against war!
It’s so easy to solve the crisis
From at home in your easy chair
So get on your soap-box
And your pulpit of clay
As if you yourself swam
‘Cross the Hudson Bay
‘Cause you missed Viet Nam
And you slept thru Tibet
Thank Allah for your conscience
That won’t let us forget
Rebel! My children, rebel! For the light
Of day scours for a system not built,
But saved from the souls of politicians
Who are lost and will never seem to find
A means to a decision, instead delay
The growth of a nation desperate for change!
Rebel! My children, rebel! Against the
Same, sorry scene captured on TV!
Pundits protesting every agenda
From the Left and the Right, what’s the purpose?
To show me they can battle politics!
Battle this! My mom just lost her house!
Rebel! My children, rebel! How hard is
It to cross a line? Or aisle? What if
On the other side was your love in need?
Put your pride away, just for awhile,
Just to see the difference that could form.
If not for me, do it for my children’s fate.
Rebel! My children, rebel! America
Is just not a name, but a foundation
Made by the people and for the people!
And we deserve so much more than a
Filibuster to take our nation’s name.
Let the light see the dawn of a new day!
Walking past a mini soaked mattress; an empty baby stroller..
By it's side; abandoned this site she seems an open walkway his
Buildings and bricks less her awning; wondering, while their yard dogs
Barking once more wagging tails lonely a greeting calling out; the moon parting
Gray passing clouds left lingering; knowing how I love to kiss their dawn ?
Mothers with infants; an old man coughs; a young lady high on drugs
Looking for another mark yet settling for his blanket; her supreme court
Justice, untangling time's hair ? Leave it to Beaver, hopping up the White House
Stairs mass hysteria their latest gallop poll; besieging Molieric phantasms caught this
Camera of rewound mode with beautiful Ms. Monroe, applying rococo lotion about
Suffragette's nine inch nails ? Spotted off jingoisms European coast; his lochness narwhal....
Shedding her muumuu open waters flagship tourist a filibuster fiesta ? Apocrypha, in session.
Form:
There is a bumble rumble
off in the bramble ramble jumble
with bees hovering as the sedum flowers crumble,
flowers perched in fading colors reds and browns
as summer welcomes winter to town
and autumn begins to shut life down;
the buzz feed hums in less quiet gatherings
upon the petals of seedling jabberings
where moth and butterfly are now scattering;
the filibuster clusters in hive jive
store combs of honey to survive
and keep the queen protected and alive;
the working drones tightly huddle
their demanding queen to cuddle
pressed around to warm and snuggle;
and every flutter and wing shiver
promises more warmth to deliver
against the snow and cold of winter bitter;
this is the humble bumble's inner blossom
securing honey of flower nectar and pollen
their worker drone waggle dance most solemn,
preparing their bumble rumble quiet ensemble of autumn.