Long Politico Poems

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Snarling Cup of Coffee Final Verses

the coffee that Lenin drank as he plotted revolution, the coffee that Hitler and Stalin drank with FDR as they divided up the world after World War 11, the cup that JFK drank before he was blown away, the coffee Jerry drinks while driving in cars with random celebrities and political figures, the coffee that Jon Stewart drinks before he goes on an epic take down of some foolish politico, the cup of Arabic coffee that Sadaam drank the day he was executed, the coffee that GW and Cheney drank when they bombed Baghdad, the Indian cup of coffee that Bid Laden drank before 9-11 and just before the seals blew his ass to hell, the cup of coffee that Tiger Woods drank with his mistresses while playing a 3, 000 dollar round of golf at Sandy Lane golf course in Barbados, the last legal drug that does what drugs should do, the cup of coffee that Obama drank when he became President, Vietnamese, Vienna brew, wacky, whimsical,

Whisky Tango Foxtrot, wild, weird, wonderful, WOW, Yabba dabba doo! Yada Yada yada Zappa’s favorite cup of cosmic coffee, and Zorro’s last cup of coffee, Good to the last drop rolled into one simple cup of hot coffee   
As I pound down that first cup of coffee
And fire up my synaptic nerve endings with endless supplies
Of caffeine induced neuron enhancing chemicals

I face the dawning day with trepidation and mind-numbing fear
I turn on the TV and watch the smarmy newscasters in their perfect hair

Lying through their perfect blazing white teeth
about the great success the government is having
Following the great leader’s latest pronouncements

I want to scream
and shoot the TV
and run out side

Shouting
Stop the world!
I want to get
off this ing crazy planet”

The earth does not care a whit
about my attitude problem

It merely shrugs
and moves around the Sun
In its appointed daily run

the universe whispers
in my ear
time to drink more coffee
for an attitude adjustment

And I sit down
The madness dissipating a bit
And enjoy my second cup
Of heaven and hell
In my morning cup of Joe
© Jake Aller  Create an image from this poem.


Premium Member Let's Control Pressure Cookers

For years preachers have ranted and raved to control the activities of hookers!
Well, I'm proposin' that the guv-mint control the sale and use of pressure cookers!

We've seen the havoc these lethal weapons wreaked upon Olde Boston Towne.
Congress should act, now that the furor over gun control is settlin' down!

There should be background checks on little old ladies who have a yen for one,
And there should be a waitin' period to buy one just as there is for a gun!

Even though they may be designed to hold twelve quarts when locked and loaded,
Congress should limit capacity to six quarts so as not to be accidentally exploded!

I'm really concerned that I broached this urgent matter, upon serious reflection.
I fear some politico might read this and make it an issue to help in his reelection!

Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(c) All Rights Reserved
Form: Couplet

Flow My Tears He Said

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http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_embedded&v=NtbunQgEi_0



marooned …

she looked sad
when I stopped her
the action of a theory
almost mad as sure
determination grows
four . identification
a matter of when
we show
unification . politico
perfectus to socio
… it’s the order she knows
a pandora . a where now
of why she goes . she echoes
of bio . psyche . technico
the sixth
a scent undeniable
and undetectable
but for the few
….

she looked up
and knew
in his eyes
the truth
.

I’m out of time
genetically modified
to not show 
and I’m rogue
….

stunned 
and in stereo
her voice within him
let his mind say go

and she was gone
a para . sight
of entangled song
.

the names Callisto
she drove on
as he watched her
fade to colors unseen

” it’s where I’ve been “

he could hear her
a new horizon
unknown of when
she’d return

.

lines of dimension
distort in a form
unmentioned
a storm of disorder
in a Jovian doam
.
her intention
is to move in time




inspired by
Flow My Tears, the Policeman Said
Philip K Dick
" and I don’t know why "
© Izzy Gumbo  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member Rest In Peace

'Tis fascinating to read epitaphs that upon stones are etched;

Some are rather appealing, some are tragic, others a bit far-fetched!

'Neath this stone lie at peace a husband and his wife
She a Republican-He a Democrat-both now free of strife

Here rests Bruno Snipes the founder of our fair city
He slipped on a banana peel and died-Oh what a pity

Lion trainer Dave was brave and famed
'Til he met Leo who refused to be tamed

Uncle Bob died so young and we wondered why
Seems he tried to drink Canada Dry

The plane's controls Pilot Horace failed to recoup
Alas he spun out doing a double outside loop

Cowpoke Hank should've known as a matter of course
That it was futile to borrow a judge's horse

Here sleeps Senator Claghorn the wiliest politico around
He was so crooked they screwed him in the ground

Here lies the prolific Chief Many Papoose
Who with brave's wives played fancy and loose

She met her doom as over the cliff she did traverse
Instead of shifting to drive she shifted to reverse

Cowboy Pete was so bow-legged from riding his horse
That he lies in a double-wide coffin as a matter of course
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Facing the Stroming Vicissitudes of Nation Building

Standing at the bow of the rugged ship,
Blistering tears cue up in the wrinkles
Of faces worn weary with anguish;
Uncertainty becoming a bleeding wound.

The raging storm swells with tormenting waves
Splashing on the shores of human dignity and honor;
Leaving the despotism of doubt and fettering fear
Frothing in the humidity of the politico-sands of time.

Yet, despite the toil and fatigue of the hour,
Hope remains on the horizon--rising with the sun;
And the searchlight of truth will dissipate the cloud of deceit
With its enlightening rays emancipating lost, stiff-necked souls   
Seeking stillness of peace in the coming raging winds of change.


Premium Member A Never Ending Travesty

A Never Ending Travesty
By Franklin Price
2/4/2018

It's a never ending travesty 
A  political burlesque
A show we should not  have to watch
Of  fools performing arabesque

Intricate illusions 
That distract our view away
So the politico in Washington 
Can make positions pay

The largest and most intricate
Is against the POTUS Trump
His ideas all are ludicrous
Despite the country's bump

More people now are working
We have terror on the run
The economy is thriving
The tax cut has been fun

There's been no recognition
Nor any help across the aisle
Their finger pointing's humorous
Even makes the Queen's guard smile

The Russians with technology
Helped Trump to win the race
Now it seems as though a memo
Is bringing democrats disgrace

If we check a little more
About the FISA law dominion
Seems Nunes did not read the docs
Before he memoed his opinion 

So illusions still continue
Seems there is no honesty
Both parties telling lies on each
To never end this travesty
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member NEO POLITICO MILITARY INVASION, OPPRESSION, AND NEO SLAVERY

NEO POLITICO MILITARY INVASION,
OPPRESSION, AND NEO SLAVERY

Middle passages are no longer necessary,
You merely invade/steal the island/nation country:-

When you do so, the invasion/steal, the people/slaves,
And all natural resources/priceless gems are the bonuses:-

Thus, the nature of making America great again:
Improving upon previous politico-military oppressive ideology:-

The irony of it all is being approved to do so,
Via “majority rule "constitutional amendments:-

So, be not surprised when you hear the ultimate in the new greatness:
The POTUS and VICE, being “constitutionally”, granted extended terms!

Absurd as all this may sound at the moment,  think and remember this
and be aware:
The absurdity of the sounds, when the POTUS first spoke of Venezuela,
and Greenland:-
Form: Couplet

Premium Member On the Evolution of Liberation

On The Evolution Of Liberation…

Once again
our humanity is taxonomically
mocked---no longer ¾
*****sapiens---a step
just below
that of being human.  Rather, 
today, we’re an endangered species---
a modern classification absurdity
indeed!
Though endangered species
are protected, we remain
open season game through the year---
our peculiar genus being decimated
by lawlessness and unprotected justice;
our punctuated equilibrium
deemed a politico-economic and
socio-cultural threat
to the ecological stability
of the parasitic symbiosis
that exist between
lighter and darker 
hued human organism---
where the former
has evolved predator
while the latter has evolved prey.

					Yet

Once again
in the scheme of creation---
despite the rampant
predator Attempts
at extinction---the prey
will rise and evolve greater
adaptive survival techniques
that will enable them
to overcome the off-branching
of injustice and nullification.

                                                             Know

Once again
as we continue
to trod the Jubilee Road:
“If God is for us, who [or what]
can be against us?”
Racist power mongers,
theirs and the flesh
of their murderous activities---
political, economical, social
and physical genocide,
are all like wild blades of the grass
of nullification and the wicked flowers
of injustice---trying to grow 
in God’s vast field of human life: 
The grass of nullification shall wither
and the flowers of injustice shall fade---
and the breath of God shall blow
seeds of freedom, justice and equality---
to fall upon fertile fields of liberation.

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