Long Politician Poems
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Bull activist,
stupid extremist,
proselyte of the kettle,
talk of nonsense...
Dry caca taster,
vinegar wine taster
Junkie food bib,
hero of nonsense...
Rotten ego massager,
pimp and donkey sycophant,
mongrel among the donkeys...
It's pathetic, paregoric and illiterate,
you're a goofy politician,
fumbling fuse,
fuze of confused...
You're an upturned splinter,
a wild bombshell,
a pieces of smelly,
a moldy sponge cake,
brainless crumb,
disturbed flour,
a bucephalus steak...
A serious candidate for exile,
exile beyond hell,
because neither the devil wants you around!
If you know someone like that,
unfortunately my friend,
I only despise you...!
Woman's Right Oath
Welfare fraud, ghetto sex slave triumphant
Bestow death upon civilization
Embarrassment for all positive outlook flowers
And further destruction and reviling vanity mirrors
Reframing gas fare and squandering progress from llc
Charity horror film of life
Celebrity definer lightstyles
.gov vs .org
Bad .com bubble
Like in Los Angeles they hide the homeless money
Civil rights jobs and homeless services jobs
While people die they degrade your future and use slush fund for celebrity politician style affluent designer lifestyle evil
Hob nobbing as lobby at legal threshold of litigation exposure
These are the beggar girls you give money to from there crafty pity subsidize me while I criminology, psychology and pharmacy rep with risk assessment software in sub contracted social services sector of church funded non profit
WHERE ARE YOU GOING?
Where are you going? You ask the politician.
The politician answers:
-To cheat and steal.
-Where are you going? a sinful woman asks the priest.
The priest answers:
-You haven't given me the meat yet
And you already want absolution?
-Where are you going? the boy or girl asks the instructor.
The instructor answers:
To the clergyman and the trout
Your divine little ass searches.
-Where are you going? the wife asks the husband who is a nurse.
-To buy tobacco
And raise the skirt of the Whore
From the Country House
And give her the Covid injection.
-Where are you going, Patron? the worker asks the boss.
The Patron, potbellied and sick, replies:
-To see how the girls work.
The worker followed the boss with his eyes
Seeing how to a working girl
He was riding on his horn.
Soon after, she yelled:
-Oh God, let my master run.
The worker, thus seeing his master
He told to a coworker
That worked right next to him:
-Little brunette of my eyes
Just looking at you
You burn and burn me
Taking out of her fly a kind of black pudding
Showing it to the girl
Telling her:
-If you want, put it to roast in your warm breast.
She replied:
-She is good in good faith.
But put it in your mother ing.
The red pills are out again
all hot and bothered on menopause
Angry Birds
spewing angry words
we need a poo poet to respond
to these silly turds
Now Kamala I am sure has lied
a time or two
she's a politician, who cares red or blue
now Trump
who can not read or write
as lied to you thousands of times
I just lied
Is billions
I lied again
Is trillions
Angry Birds hate
like bats in a cave
their world is all upside down
no one told them
they are the clowns
There views are formed
by a little tube in front of them
they have no empathy
nor humanity
They are couch terrorists
frauds for sure
excited by burning flesh
soon behind them
The lion will roar
Where Have All The Pretty Poets Gone?
A real poet are you, charismatic over everything you serve
Showcasing, a rainbow that folds the perfect worldwide perspective
I'm talking about flawless literature at its best no typos, no muss
Just a page full of boredom and rust
Thank you for having Lunesta all up in my head
It's like reading a poetry lesson, from the extras of The Walking Dead
An image frozen cold, waiting for inspiration to hit like Al Capone
I'm bored of your flora flamboyant language rocking me like stones
A psychedelic trip, into the odyssey of a blind man's tale
A home where I am pushed to open a dictionary & thesaurus with Braille
Wondering what you just said, --Hakuna Matata, what a wonderful day!
The best rocket pen poet in the USA Today,
Launching words like no tomorrow, a fool of wordplay and sorrow
A godlike guinea-pig genius, delegating poetry politician-style
Perhaps, one day you will become a famous writer
Burning books, like a cigarette lighter
Until then, enjoy pushing your pen as if it were cocaine,
Snorting up and cutting up the food chain in vain
Patronizing and ignoring those, for better or worse
A solo cup stuck up another cup, -won't even look my way
Correct me if you will, it's no big deal
Just don't forget to give me the same respect I offer you
Until then my pretty poetic friend, I kneel before no one
By: ME
5-25-14
Even it is painful to see my country
I keep my inner wounds within myself
Because bad people love to put salt
In a wounds place for ointment
Envy hurt people's feeling
They inflect sadness instead of joy
This makes people hate each other
Too much intelligence sometimes makes leaders crazy
They don't want spokesman for themselves
He wants to manage his own political affairs by himself
But when he gets wrong he blame his opponent in doing so
Putting ill mannered-mistakes to make white to black
Or black to white and shared to the people as sentiments
The fabricated lies to others broadcast to sensationalizing
Silent dictatorship choke the people to revolution
Flowing the street with dissatisfaction with anger
People shouting for peace, propaganda and rage
Toppling the current administration to step out
But the Devil is holding power, money and influence
To hell with you people as the crocs said
Wait for the next election no more
Conniving powers from three branches is democracy
This is authoritarianism, silent martial law period
The leftist is silent for they are inception to cohort
Became the attack dog to the good politician
Money really hide what is decency and truth
The oligarch are profiting all the favor
Their business flourish in high degree price hike
The consumers are nowhere to protest the abuses
Where are the justice now, where are we fighting for
Where are our the generals, the defender of the masses
They are silent, money is the facemask to their mouth
I wonder where progress seen, good governance will be
I wonder why, I can cry is silence, gnashing my teeth
I wonder where the patriots will seek patronage
Where would the ordinary people will find solace
Where will my next generation hold its strength
Where will our nation take pride for independence
Where will our politician become our true leader
When will God intervene the affairs of men
Where will my people end its suffering, please tell me when.
The politician sleeks up a path in his new limousine
on a hunt a hunt for our votes...opens the door
money exchanges hands... i will see your voters.....
village come the next general elections..Vrooms out...
Such is the fate of ignorant masses.. ..who sell
the soul of the land for a few pitiful dirty notes..
thoughtless humans... whose only claim to reason
is an outstretched hand.. ready to receive peanuts
and vote in the leader - vote in the plunderer...
of our resources- cry our mother nation..
The enemies of my people.. the enemy of Africa
lives in state houses... and runs state resources,
he has powerful masters abroad who-receives the
souls bought from the people sacrificed at the
alter of greed and neo-colonialism
Who will help the dark continent
who will help Africa........ only..
only AFRICAN RENAISSANCE WILL..
A shout out ..for the movement is alive
a shout out .......African RENAISSANCE
Lewis k nyaga
Whose you maker
Whose your shaker
Public speaker
World's foremost non politician
What's His name, Jesus
Say His name, Jesus
Over, again and again
Jesus
For He is real
More than a feel..
a feeling you can count on
He is real so, so real real the person of Jesus
And He has cone and gone
But He'll be back again
My, my, my personal friend
Jesus
He's my maker
He's my shaker
My public speaker
The world's most universal non-politician
His name is Jesus
He came from the Father Alpha Omega
He's beginning and the end
Jehovah-jireh
God all I am I am and does
He has game
He is real
He knows how you feel
Jesus the son of God who's your maker the Lord God I am I in
8/11/11
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2011. 2020
From Anthology" The Writing's on The Wall
Written 24, 2023, For Robert James Liguori Politics Contest
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Politics is what triggers nations to collide.
A place where power and ambition coincide.
Oh, the acrimony of aspiring to be a politician.
To navigate the hazardous tides and mission
The first thing they master is to never say yes.
Since the thrill of politics is rife with impress.
You're required to dazzle, prevail, and flourish.
And convince the populace, inspire, and nourish.
A campaign—a search for fans, a quest to know
Promising alternatives, with a chance to show
What the population genuinely desires
That you may fulfill their wishes and inspire.
They express their imprint on the political stage.
A lively hug, a brittle society, a burning cage
Should no cotillion of stigmas, no excision of a few.
To avoid immoral speech and unsavory eschew.
Gone are the days when luring was hard.
Now, with the gift of persuasion, you can discard,
Human minds have evolved, times have changed,
But darkness and sin have also been arranged.
We operate in harmony, never to stigmatize.
We prize no demimondaine, no social pragmatize
In the history of our society, there are evil deeds.
We embrace the ideals of brotherhood and creed.
Red and blue are our only choices.
Divisions and conflicts, our society's voices,
Genocide, broken treaties, and illness
Insulting names, cultural destruction, and distress
We envy to induce people not to become illiterate.
We may spur elders and penurious, if considerate,
No sectarianism or partying; no debating whence.
Yet, in a culture where virtue is of high precedence
I can't walk in my niche, yet I'm apprehensive.
Politics and society as a whole are impressive.
Courteous decisions are diplomatic and wise.
For the commonweal betterment, we devise
In this smooth domain, where everyone is heard,
We build a society that stands undeterred.
integrated society, a beacon of hope,
Where harmony and justice in a melody cope.
What starts off green, then turns yellow and then eventually gets rotten?
Take your pick, it's either bananas or every politician.
Politicians should wear uniforms like NASCAR race drivers
so that we the people can identify their corporate sponsors.
I don't know "right wing extremists" from "left wing extremists"
or anything in between.
All I know is what I've researched, experienced and seen.
Republican or Democrat or Independent candidates all follow the same exact course.
Nobody attains the seat of the presidency without getting bought.
If anyone got elected President who would truly do the right thing,
I guarantee you that they wouldn't see their term through.
They'd either resign or become the victim of an assassin.
I've never had any interest in anything politically.
That all changed with my support for the grieving 9/11 families.
One question begot another question and soon I had many more
and I've found that the more we press our government for answers,
the more we are lied to and ignored.