Long Politics Poems
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Wineskins
the old ones
cannot hold new wine
causing them
to split and crumble..
the new ones
are fresh models
prodding for recognition
midst the crumbling..
we seek explanations for
revolutionary changes which
surprise and frighten..
religion and science
and politics
struggle to place
new thought and findings
into old wineskins..
and the shocking news
is that each one of us carries
the new wineskin in
our own experience:
recognizing now the
unity and peace
of inside and out..
and more shocking:
this intimate wineskin
never has been old...
Shame on Us
By Franklin Price
7/9/2016
Shame on us for prejudice
I know we're not alone
If you're one who does not have it
I welcome you to cast the stone
For you will be the first one
Since the one upon the cross
If it's true I'll nominate you
As of now to be the boss
For prejudice is damning
It's good for none at all
Those who practice knowingly
Cast an unattractive pall
Evaluate on merit
Not the color of the skin
To alleviate the pejudice
So it should never win
Heritage, religion,
Politics and so much more
Are always there for prejudice
They open up that ugly door
I know we cannot end it
That's not how we humans roll
Work hard to minimize it
Before it takes a further toll
There is a disconnect
between me, myself and I
or should that be among?
The editor in me is always
there ready to correct
me and gets really irate if
I blurt out “Donald and myself”
instead of “Donald and I”
when we are subject
rather than object, although
there are times when I definitely
feel like the object, but
that is a different matter.
My grammar guide simplifies
it by saying take out “Donald”
and see how it sounds, and
I must admit that these days
it does sound better without
Donald and I would love to
do that but can’t because I only
had one vote and it’s probably
going to be disqualified because
it was a mail-in and the Supreme
Court is more Conservative
than ever now, leaving me
caught between politics and
the people, another existential
divide which myself is
hesitant to cross because
among me, myself, and I,
we are all rather nervous
Nine months staring at the walls, wondering when my time shall be, contemplating my next moves ...strategising on a way out!
Nine months feeling worthless , useless , unappreciated , rejected and none existent.
Who am l?
What am l?
Is there light at the end of the tunnel?
Nine months on the cross!
Carrying a very heavy burden,
Trying to cross the river Jordan.
Soles on my feet , scars on my face determination in my soul.
Nine months under a rock,
Incarcerated by politics, family drama , socio economic issues penetrating into my already tear jecker of a life...
Nine months learning , enduring , growing .
Up the mountain , down the fountain.
Kicking , screaming , winning , losing and crying.
But wait! Listen .... I have a crown in my hand . I am an African King!
Lies destroy trust in relationships,
Ruin marriages corporations and partnerships.
Their faintest hint sends us scurrying away;
For we abhor the scent of any foul play.
So why lie?
At first glance it makes no sense.
Lies must bestow some great benificence.
Indeed they're a kind of 'creation'
Which can 'explain away a situation;'
Lies can make us feel quite superior
When, in truth, we're much inferior.
Oft-used to deny sin,
In politics they're called 'spin,'---
Delivered with an upturned chin,
The 'battle for to win."
All this may well be true, yet
When you bury the Truth deep witin
Your conscience will eventually do you in.
Different hues inhabit the wild,
a land lush with promise and prey.
It is home to many lives
each breathing ambition
each baring teeth behind a smile.
Monkeys leap from branch to branch,
laughing loud, throwing noise like fruit.
Tigers pace with borrowed stripes,
patterns copied, not earned.
Leopards move fast, too fast
impatience scratching the soil.
And the lion stands firm,
heavy with strength,
roaring authority into silence.
Life here is brutish.
There is no middle ground.
You rule or you are erased.
Every dawn brings the same question:
Who will claim the jungle today?
Not by wisdom,
not by mercy,
but by force, cunning,
and how well one can survive the night.
These creatures are consumed
by daily struggle,
fighting not hunger alone
but relevance, fear,
and the terror of being forgotten.
Survival here demands savagery.
Though the land is rich with green,
its soil is fed with sacrifice.
Though the trees bear fruit,
their roots drink blood.
This wild is not empty...
it is abundant.
Yet abundance does not breed peace.
It remains a jungle,
where one life must end
so another may stretch a little longer,
stand a little taller,
rule a little louder.
And so the cycle continues
under the sun,
beneath the leaves,
in the jungle we pretend is home.
Politics and Friendship
By Franklin Price
11/2/2016
Politics and friendship
Don't get along so fine
The former makes us crazy
And sometimes asinine
The latter can't be stepped on
When the former disagrees
The former can kill the latter
With a terminal disease
Sometimes there is no cure
For what foolish people say
In their penchant for political
Their mouths get in the way
Friends will never all agree
With political report
Friendship can be threatened
With unthinkable retort
Opinions thought provoking
When voiced with common sense
Are means for great discussion
Not for putting up defense
If friendship is important
When politics get in the way
A considerate discussion
Beats an ultimatum any day
When political position
Heads friendship in the queue
It's best to change the conversation
That's what friendly people do
The politics of reality
A leading Norwegian newspaper takes the view that it is the Alawites and the Christians who are the problem in Syria, which is blatantly untrue. The Brussels Mafia have decided that the former henchman is the right person, which suits Israel too for the time being
What is disturbing is that Europe’s leaders do not understand that globalism is over and that we will see new security zones that will leave Europe a quaint place for Russian or Chinese tourists. For a small country like Norway, the new system is a bonus as it no longer has to rely on the continent
Politics, aerobics, arithmetic;
All of this commuted reconvicts;
Genocide, homicides, what's in it for all you guys;
Run and hide, ,, alibi
Just confided, must be nine
No it is, it's mine
Denomination must be graven;
Religion religious programming;
Regional back firing;
All of this I desire;
Comfort right, can you give me time;
Lord, I've had it up the here;
I've been empty, want to be filled;
So go on. . .
You filled me up;
you brought me out;
you placed your love in me;
you filled me up
and placed your saving grace inside of me;
Unemployed, no unions;
Mothers fighting daughters over their delusions;
Father's no longer here;
Sons no longer fear;
Where is the rest;
The rest is in
Where is the best
The best is here;
Standing on the streets at night so out of sight;
Grown up too soon can't rely on anyone, anything, anyway what's right?
I'm running out of steam grown up to soon;
Still don't believe man went to the moon;
All of this I desire, Lord;
Comfort ride can you give me time;
I'm on the line bout' to fall;
come fill me up again, Lord. . .
so go on
and fill me up
and bring me out
and place your love in me
continue to fill me up
and place your grace in me
written by James Edward Lee Sr. (c)2012
from anthology "There's Praise In song" (c)2012
Sept 25 2012
One block from my apartment
Is the 18-mile mark
Where the runners pass from 10 a.m.
Until it’s way past dark.
I love to join the cheering throngs
Lined up along the street,
Who clap and shout support
For all those pavement-pounding feet.
With home-made signs held up,
Some people yell to running friends;
Then there are smiles and hugs,
Providing spirit dividends.
The marathoners represent
A New York hodgepodge mix
Of body types, ethnicity
And, likely, politics.
Yet all the runners hear the cheers
And maybe get a lift,
Thoughts of Covid far away,
Which is itself a kind of gift.