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Many politicians vociferously lie
Many politicians either hide or omit the truth
Many times, I sit down quietly in a booth
Enjoying a glass of chocolate mousse
And drinking orange juice
Serenely to listen and analyze many lawmakers’ words
I laugh like crazy, because they invent many worlds
And mess up like hyperactive toddlers
I bet that many of my readers
Know exactly what I am talking about
Watch their lips and their eyes
And these magicians are full of tricks and lies
Believe me, I never like the notes that they put out
Oh! Yeah, they enjoy displaying their skills on the canvas
Yes, they often raise many doubts in my consciousness
Frankly, I barely believe in less than ten
Percent of what these quintessential whistle-stoppers say
Most of them rely, behind the scene, in pay- to- play
Which is absolutely illegal and verboten
You probably know a few con artists that are
Like that, especially the one who’s not afraid to start a war
Over nonsense or to retaliate, because they have the means
The poor soldiers that they abuse and the deadly guns
That show no mercy
To Humanity
Let me know if you have or have had a similar experience
Where countless officeholders or politicians
Can neither see their shadows nor themselves in the mirror
These days, it is hard to find a good and honest leader
Facts always matter
And lies cause pain, death and despair.
Copyright © March 2022, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several books of poetry.
Wherever they gather, on the porch or nigh a glowin' flame,
The conversation of older folks is just about the same.
Invariably, they'll discuss their aches, pains and weather,
Anytime two or more of them chance to git together!
Oh, they may git around to addressin' crops and the lack of rain,
Or discuss politics and religion or somethin' along that vein.
Perhaps they'll grouch about taxes or politicians' inane blather,
Or talk about their aches, pains and weather when they gits together!
The healing powers of fish oil with omega three they might compare,
Or the behavior of kids nowadays, "its a sight", they do declare,
Wonderin' why folks don't rein 'em in and keep 'em on a tether.
And they'll talk aches, pains and weather when they gits together!
Older folks may reminisce about the simpler days of yore,
And the flagrant lack of respect and courtesy anymore,
Or they may opt to sit in stoic silence or elect whether,
To discuss their aches, pains and weather when they gits together!
When a clutch of older folks gits together to shoot the breeze,
They've earned the right to talk about anything they please!
But you'll likely find that they chat about their aches, pains and weather,
Most everytime several of them choose to git together!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
The land of honey?
Most Americans I know of are writers and artists
who sees when a crime has been committed
alas, the US government and its politicians are held
in the grasp of the Zionist who has thoroughly
corrupted most of those who carry a big responsibility
for world peace, fail to do so.
I love America, but my love affair with this great land has taken many knocks and led astray by enemies within its border who have, because of US generosity, been able to grab the political power and rule America
to the mire that the Middle East has become.
The America I knew was energetic, vibrant and there was an opportunity to make a good living
Here, I must say, the America I knew was a white state
when I, on a few occasions, was in black surroundings
many told me about the discrimination they suffered at the hands of the law, although I noticed they drove nice cars
Now that this obstacle has been overcome, I see, to my dismay, that black America has a very high crime rate. I think their moral leaders have let their people down.
I read that 3 million refugees have entered the borders
in Mexico illegally, is reprehensible why those in power let this happen.
Not that I wish to be conspiratorial, but if we are witnessing
a browning of America to make the masses more malleable to pay them less than they deserve.
I like Texas, I can't help it, where the sport is to sit on the angry bull and try not to be thrown off for 8 seconds
many years ago, on a Sunday, at a cafe, cars came with
armed men who drank Lone Star beer and were courteously to one another and to strangers,
this makes
sense well-armed people are polite.
Back then, communism was the devil and only a stupid
Man would dare to voice another opinion.
Opinions often change in conservative sites,
many who applaud Putin's refusal to entertain
on his watch, the Woke culture.
It is alarming when some white folk feel they have to be critical of white people. Balderdash!
It was white American workers and leaders,
made America wealthy, powerful and democratic
I wish for the Jew obsession to lessen so the USA can go back to be great again.
**My goal with this poem is not to divide and conquer on issues, and its not even to take sides. It is met to be about voting. It has nothing to do with what is on the ballet, my feelings, my political takes or demonizing those who don't agree with where I stand.
Today is the midterms are you voting?
Today is the midterms are you instead boating?
Do the issues of the nation have your head in a knot?
Do you simply hate politics a lot?
Do you think voting is a waste of your time?
Do you think not voting is a crime?
Did you first cast your vote in the 60’s for Kennedy?
Or maybe in the 70’s for Carter?
Maybe like me when you were in high school
Bill Clinton was the man that was cool?
Do you believe that many politicians will get canned?
Or do you think it will go as some people planned?
Today is voting day and it would be nice
If the political sides didn’t act like fire and ice.
“Don’t water your lawn!”
They told me.
There’s a shortage of water and
we need to conserve.
Yet, I saw fire hydrants open
and water flowing like a spring.
Kids skipping and dancing
getting wet and cool.
“Don’t water your lawn!”
It came again on the news.
Driving down the street
I saw pretty gardens
in the median, with
underground sprinkling systems.
Setting off mist in the air,
drifting like clouds.
Yet, my lawn is dry,
and cries for water as it
fights against dying thirst.
Who made the rules?
As I drove, I saw people toasting
with glasses of lemonade.
Politicians drinking champagne
from long stemmed glasses.
The lawns at their homes
plushy green and neatly trimmed.
Yet, I’m told,
“Don’t water your lawn!”
Does it deserve to die,
or should I …?
© Joseph 6/25/07
© All Rights Reserved
My eyes are seeing strange things,indeed. Maybe I’ve been here too long.
I’ve had my time to worry, when trails got dangerous on my journey home.
Now, I’d like to enjoy my time, clamoring around for a new lesson to learn,
but I’ve never seen America in this kind of trouble, ‘What a Deadly Bridge to Burn.”
We’ve been through integration, that puts the Races at odds, I know.
We tried to understand each other and know we’ve got a ways to go.
We fought the wars; we were brothers, while hearing the terrible cries.
A soldier was just a soldier, another warrior in the struggle to survive.
.
But politicians don’t have to fight wars, while strutting their perverted views.
They have ambushed the sacred oath for the twisted changes they pursue.
They seem blind to their crazy schemes and what the future may hold,
never a care to understand the misseries, they’re pushing through, so bold
It should not take a war or stress, for life is the best teacher of all,
and legal roads are paved and open so, why the porous walls?
What are the reasons to turn the neck, searching for the confusing way?
The Southern Border paints that vivid picture, staring in our eyes today.
The grass may look appealing from this side, looking over on the Socialist side
But others are crying out the warning, “Don’t take that deadly ride.”
We have time to clear our thoughts before God’s gift is too weak to turn. We have the vote so, if America is lost, the Bridge to Freedom will Burn.”
We agree before any trip
Exactly how livestock will ship
But with notice not
Venezuelans got
To the Martha’s Vineyard airstrip
Author's note: Pundits and politicians say Governor DeSantis of Florida treats immigrants like livestock or animals, which is a lie. In fact, animals routinely get better tracking than the immigrants who DeSantis transported as a political statement. It's hard to find anything we ship that's treated as badly. Even the NYC Department of Sanitation knows when and how much garbage it will receive. So what does this treatment compare to? It resembles illegal dumping by the side of a road...I'll just leave it there for someone else to clean up. We should gladly accept legal immigrants in every part of this county, but we do need to know when they will arrive so they can be treated with dignity. These Venezuelan immigrants flown to Martha's Vineyard came legally.
Gutless gaffer, grinning gamely, gulled the gullible millions to the polls,
Oozing oily orations of orphanhood “I once walked barefoot, no shoes.”
On crowded corners we conceded, cringing at his crooked crew.
Disillusioned, we drift and drudge, desperate for deliverance from this dull dominion.
Lackluster leader, limp and lifeless, laced with looming lunacy.
Unsteady skipper steers the ship, silenced by shameless syndicate of plunder.
Circles of sorrow, suffering, and slow suffocation the sorry saga of a shallow sovereign.
Embezzlers erupt in ecstasy, excavating endless holes for highway robbery.
Bandits in bespoke suits, besmirching the bench with brazen brigandage.
Egregious evader, cringing coward, cried at cannon fire: “I am no lion.”
Laggard lumbering loon left lethal lunatics lounging at our doorsteps.
Encumbrances engineered by erratic clan erode every ember of love for motherland.
Damp duchess, dull and domineering, dripping with indecent diction,
Audacious accessory, always attached, avidly airlifting assets abroad.
Merriment masked as mission, mischief marketed as maternal duty.
Edgy encumbrance, endlessly entwined in their eager, empty alliance.
Punk pretender, pilfering public purse into private palaces.
Adventurous appetite for aimless globe-trotting gallivanting.
Twitchy tyrant of trivialities, though never voted into office.
Intoxicated by improbable luck, insulting the nation with incessant idiocy.
Euphemistic escapades, erratic entertainment, embarrassing every educated eye.
National nightmare nursed by notorious nincompoops.
Crude crudities casually cast “My fellow widows” to court cheap chuckles.
Encomiums of empty praise turned putrid: “Power” the perfect pipeline for plunder.
Jokers jumped with jittery joy, jostling jealously for juicy thrones.
Onslaught of terror from Boko Haram banished blessed sleep from battered brethren.
Numbed nation nodded “No” to hasty handover, hoodwinked by the horde.
Alas, the audacious fraud, the rapacious rogue, rules ruthlessly over us.
Tyranny thinly disguised in doctoral drapes creek scholar sans scholarship.
Higgledy-piggledy havoc, a hideous hoax hailed as democracy.
Amid the ashes of a fractured federation,
Nigerian overlords observed the obscene spectacle, secure in stolen silence,
While helpless citizens crumbled and cried.
Sheep And Cattle
The government issued citations today
My sheep and cattle are not welcome into town no more
They must wear diapers in the fields
And not allowed outside on Sundays
No more grain or grass for them, the complaint read
No more manure
It is a matter of manners
Sheep can be used exclusively for stews
Cattle must become hamburgers and wear brown shoes
No more farting in the meadows
My animals give off gases which is against the laws of nature
Destroying the ozone levels in the process
Offending the atmosphere
I have no clue who creates these laws
Politicians with nothing better to do
Someone needs to remove their heads from their posterior
Or my animals will stop producing food
People voted for chaos:
democracy is struggling.
Worldwide ideologies lean far right:
dictators, potentates, and tyrants rule
unconstrained by any semblance of law.
Our youth don't know real war:
nor what their fathers fought for.
Politicians sell fear, packaged as hope,
through accusations and false promises,
till the downtrodden elect their jailers.
Like sheep to a hungry wolf:
weak minds are easy pickings.
I've lived in a bubble of misplaced trust;
out of touch with the anger of our youth,
ignoring the homelessness on our streets.
But bubbles pop over time:
and illusions, get exposed.
Aggressive nations are pushing for war
and allies align, as they've done before;
fueled by pure propaganda and greed.
I hoped I’d never see war:
but, I fear, one is coming.