Long Invective Poems
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Normal is normal - it is not abnormal
Right is not wrong - or logic is terminal
Subverting a culture of tolerances and reason,
All tyrannies threaten peace and stability.
Unreasonable tyrants from belligerent minorities
Menace tranquility with total hostility.
Up is not down - orange is not black
Air is not water - opinion is not fact
Using lies to spread a dangerous delusion,
With fascist hate speech - bully invective,
Political spin spreads fear and confusion;
Objective reporting is not politician subjective.
Telling a story is not - telling The Story
We live through the hard times,
We relish peace and the good.
Remember, we can survive all things!
Hardly, are we made of wood.
Friends may suddenly leave us?
We weather those storms.
Our strength stands, we do not fuss.
As our God keeps us, safe and warm.
Since time began, there have been wars.
Be steady, have faith in times of dissension.
Man is selfish and always wants more.
Your God watches over you from another dimension.
Do good each day, that is most effective.
You may make errors, that does not create you as evil!
Words simply are a way of expressing invective.
No one superior to you, they are just people!
Choose peace, not stir the winds ofwar!
Remember to pray, thus comes inner peace.
Speak your truth, though not as the only one, on a throne from afar.
Learn well, to trust God as your final surcease!
3~4~2022
I turn off damn ringer,
nonetheless...
telephone still buzzes
twenty four seven
eight days a week
automated telephone calls
digitally recorded message
perfectly spoken English
differentiation to distinguish
"FAKE" simulation
all bot impossible
totally immune to escape
gagging hospitable invective
electronic jawboning immunized
against antipathy, cruelty, enemy,
hostility, insecurity, pleasantry
Yukon run to tallest mountain
dive into Mariana Trench
get catapulted into
outer limits of twilight zone,
yet NEVER be free and clear
getting wirelessly zapped
with visual ad audiological
offal dregs and spam
oh... , yes even after life,
while weightlessly
pinwheeling in limbo,
particularly during eternal sleep,
when dead souls repose
six feet deep
or corpse undergoes cremation...
yepper, infiltration into atomic core
blithely battered, jimmied,
cherry lee pitted, tweaked,
worse fate than return of Zombies
electrical essential existential
incorporeal surreal auditory ordeal
spurs indiscriminate human
to relish golden silence
spawning best selling novel
to flesh out fiction
Utopian treasured island story
winning unknown author
instant acclaim and glory
describing village people
livingsocial, free and clear
without annoyingly,
egregiously, infuriatingly,
maddeningly, quaveringly
vexing, nauseating, disrupting
blitzkrieg courtesy aggravating
trumpeting autonomous programs
hijacking brainstorming concentration
thwarting aim tug get back on target
(even when carrying on camping)
sundering coalescence
regarding colonizing black screen
aborted doomed genesis
of brilliant fleeting idea,
thus one smart
generic garden variety
longfellow forced to
grovel along boulevard
of broken dreams.
Any resemblance between above
hyperbole and living persons
purely coincidental!
The time has come to damp down gridlock and polarization
For the country's citizenry to treat each other with basic decency
To stop resorting, at the slightest offence, to righteous indignation
The time has come...
The time has come to stop shouting and screaming, to restore civility
To stop finger-pointing accusations and character assassination
To stop the invective, the slander, the libel, and to act with dignity
The time has come...
For leaders to get off their soapboxes, to cease the endless bloviation
Not to promise 'free everything,' to promote fiscal prudence, feasibility
To acknowledge the populace's apathy, to lift the veil of total frustration
The time has come...
I hate robocalls!
I turn off damn ringer,
nonetheless...
telephone still buzzes
twenty four seven
eight days a week
automated telephone calls
digitally recorded message
perfectly spoken English
differentiation to distinguish
"FAKE" simulation
all bot impossible
totally immune to escape
gagging hospitable invective
electronic jawboning immunized
against antipathy, cruelty, enemy,
hostility, insecurity, pleasantry
Yukon run to tallest mountain
dive into Mariana Trench
get catapulted into
outer limits of twilight zone,
yet NEVER be free and clear
getting wirelessly zapped
with visual ad audiological
offal dregs and spam
oh... , yes even after life,
while weightlessly
pinwheeling in limbo,
particularly during eternal sleep,
when dead souls repose
six feet deep
or corpse undergoes cremation...
yepper, infiltration into atomic core
blithely battered, jimmied,
cherry lee pitted, tweaked,
worse fate than return of Zombies
electrical essential existential
incorporeal surreal auditory ordeal
spurs indiscriminate human
to relish golden silence
spawning best selling novel
to flesh out fiction
Utopian treasured island story
winning unknown author
instant acclaim and glory
describing village people
livingsocial, free and clear
without annoyingly,
egregiously, infuriatingly,
maddeningly, quaveringly
vexing, nauseating, disrupting
blitzkrieg courtesy aggravating
trumpeting autonomous programs
hijacking brainstorming concentration
thwarting aim tug get back on target
(even when carrying on camping)
sundering coalescence
regarding colonizing black screen
aborted doomed genesis
of brilliant fleeting idea,
thus one smart
generic garden variety
longfellow forced to
grovel along boulevard
of broken dreams.
Any resemblance between above
hyperbole and living persons
purely coincidental!
Fate Conjoined
A vine can grow
on any tree
Be it strong or weak
of root
To climb until
the trunk is starved
ascending
foot by foot
Caring not a whit
the tree imperiled
it wraps its way
around
To kill the thing
its fate conjoins
and die
— ripped from the ground
*********
To Ian
A light goes out
just South of Calgary
His voice recaptured
in the wind
What’s been said
by saddle bred
As memory sings
— a cowboy hymn
*********
Borders In Place
Giving form
to illusion
the image
contours
Its mask when
pulled tightly
obstructs
and obscures
Dimension
is tactile
with borders
in place
Where false
it is proven
deception
— refaced
************
Our Pathway
Freedom begins
with decision
Choice catalytic
when firm
Our pathway once cleared
by cognition
The fire
— of liberty burns
********
The Words Secure
Neither
the rapier
of sarcasm
Nor
the bludgeon
of invective
Can injure
my letters
— or damage my pen
**********
The Illusion Stopped
Time doesn’t run
— it only deceives
********
Awaiting A Savior
Why should I labor
trapped in these mines
Breathing this death
perdition refined
Why should I trust
that this is the way
Darkness before me
each step on the quay
Though I keep picking
through darkest of rock
The future escapes me
its door remains locked
Awaiting a savior
I struggle each day
Alone in this suffering
— my faith to betray
(The New Room: June, 2026)
We live through the hard times,
We relish peace and the good.
Remember, we can survive all things!
Hardly, are we made of wood.
Friends may suddenly leave us?
We weather those storms.
Our strength stands, we do not fuss.
As our God keeps us, safe and warm.
Since time began, there have been wars.
Be steady, have faith in times of dissension.
Man is very selfish and always wants more.
Your God watches over you from another dimension.
Do good, that is most loving and effective.
You may make errors, that does not create you as evil!
Words simply are a way of invective.
No one superior to you, they are just people!
Choose peace, not stir the winds of war!
Remember to pray, thus comes inner peace.
Speak your truth, though not as the only one, on a throne from afar.
Learn well, to trust God as your final surcease!
3~4~2022
Mine is the duty to scream
Mine is the duty to shout
My country is bitterly divided
Its Congress can't figure things out
The rich get richer; the poor get poorer
That in itself's nothing new, but
Instead of seeking to forge solutions
Leaders, hateful invective spew
Mine is the duty to scream
Mine is the duty to shout
American's immigration system, broken in every way
Lurches ahead blindly, ignoring those who say
That vice-ridden schools yield test scores so pathetic
Even the heardest of hearts should be sympathetic
To calls for more charters and increased home schooling
Lest Johnny never learn to read anything, no fooling
While America's safety net is strained past its limits
Forced to provide for so many illegals with no stake in it
Mine is the mandate to shout
Mine is the mandate to scream
Venezuela self-destructs right in front of our eyes
As Cuba sixty years ago, it shoud be no surprise
That her leader cracks down on free institutions
And tears up every line of Venezuela's Constitution
Three millions Venezuelans have already left
Now that their economy of oil is bereft
To the cheers of autocrats the world over
Including the leadership of America's Left
All while Messrs Putin and Xi, in Russia and China, respectively
Ramp up their tacit alliance, to bring the West to its knees
Mine is the call to shout
Mine is the call to scream
~ Though hoarse I've become
Pleading to rescue America's Dream
this Democratic Party affiliated member i.e.
considered (with an eye blink)
positing the following blurb
for a very short while
asper the "FAKE" trumpeting
oaf fish shill offal
continuous, indecorous,
and poisonous barbs doth re vile
me, an anonymous middle aged
concerned citizen at thee...reptile
no...no...that, would
unfairly debase creatures such as
snakes, lizards, turtles, or alligators,
whose aggressive acceptable modes,
one expects tubby non servile
thus in my mind hiss non diss incriminating
cruel, fiendish, gallingly jawboning
mawkish philistine (YES,
I MEAN YOU DONALD Quisling TRUMP)
figuratively roasting
respectable people analogous
to rake them over hot coals
then, burn them at the stake,
which witch trial characters assassination
with point blank expletives
found an introspective chap (yours truly)
responds to broadcast
unflattering sentiments,
albeit swiftly tailored harried, yup,
yar...obnoxious fulminations rile,
said brief explanation motive enough
(occurred within a split second)
after gleaning most recent denigrating,
hurtful, lambasting puerile
verbal and/ or twittering outbursts
(MOST DEFINITELY) unstatesmanlike
at least to me: a circumspect enlightened
genteel individual kind nattering
nabob of nativity, who feels alarmed
at venal wickedness by thee ->
President Trump spluttering, smoldering,
slandering gallimaufry
predicated predictable awfully banal,
cringeworthy diurnal,
and fiercely hurt locker ful invective bile
perhaps indicative of dementia praecox
or smother mental illness,
ye would immediately refute,
and be in din aisle.
Top notch legal scholar Erin Go Braw
(less concerned about being fair versus
abominable, irrevocable, and execrable
unforgivable oversight most holy "M" & nonce)
cabinet of high priests,
sans spelling chieftains ready to claw
your person to bits,
and they presage remote clemency
which decision told, when Jeff Sessions
decides final punishment to draw
now, (see excerpted lines
visited with glaring flaw
"Benediction For Lord Apple Macintosh"
where ...bot sized wetbacks, setbacks,
and drawbacks, required a secret char),...
intimates a "hee haw"
and rock'm n sock'm pull no punches
square at yar triangular jaw
YES, on account misspelling,
whence Grammarian Jude Law
at the least aims (to topple a prospective
title of eminence grise), banning access
to such undeserved
catbird seat, sans Rhetorical perch
laughing while ja plaintively call for maw
darn Oxford English Dictionary - but naw
can do, and hence paw
mister trumpeting
"FAKE" wordsmith raw
flesh will turn into....
unreadable print until closing text
that elaborates how holiness felt vexed.
To ye (a freshly minted scalawag),
these 20/20 eyes bulged agog
while steaming with invective
at what attempted
to pass as sacred poetic blog
when thee (Matthew Scott Harris),
now pronounced, an illiterate,
immoderate, and inveterate å!@#$%?
with a severe cerebral clog
(meaning prefrontal lobotomy
not out of the question),
you m~r mangy whelp of a she dog
(my humble apologies to canines),
less deserving than being
whipped near death's doorstep flog
after henchmen (strongly
resembling Alaskan BullWorms
guarding this royal hutch,
herein Cupertino, California.