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Confused
By Franklin Price
11/5/2016
I'm really quite confused
About the chosen few
Who run our Federal Government
And the things they say and do
How they got there in the first place
How they climbed the ladder up
How they went with best intentions
Then found they could fill the cup
Could make more than their salary
If they responded to the pitch
Now that they were in the beltway
And were noticed by the rich
They are still elected
By the voters at the poll
Are supposed to be there for us
Instead of being on the dole
Supposed to be a public servant
Paid more than living wage
If found they're taking pay-offs
Should be put within a cage
There's a problem with that thinking
If we removed all of the crooks
Would be few left there in Washington
To put the laws within the books
Would be few left there to serve us
To pass along the people's say
Must be crazy here to say that
They don't do that anyway
In general, society as a whole
Each has a good heart, Each has a good soul
It is the government that changes the poll
They don’t want acceptance, they want control
They fuel the fire of discontent
Change the message that is sent
Teach us on each other we can vent
Lie to the people they represent
They wish to control what we eat and drink
They wish to control the way we think
They build us up to watch us sink
Keeping our emotions at the brink
They endorse the hatred, they endorse the fights
They manipulate our civil rights
On our real leaders they set their sights
Stopping those who would take us to greater heights
Think for yourself, they can’t control you
They can’t control what you say or do
If you believe their lies, you’ll become their robots too
Let freedom ring for all, not just for a few
Love for your neighbor is what history demands
It will take the control out of their hands
There will be peace and joy in all of the lands
They will no longer control with their commands.
My soul burns with an unquenchable righteous desire.
Yours belongs to the Prince of Tyre, the Lake of Fire,
in WEF land of Oz, where bulllshiit is behind the curtain
and evil blooms,
where a wicked agenda auras the room.
Like a demon, a wraith possessing our Constitution
in amendment of their ulterior concocted solutions.
With a spark of dick-traitor-ship,
selling on China seize
and a touch of Poseidon directing the breeze.
Your darkness fades into the night,
faces never to be seen in true light.
Your Baphomet queen commands with un-regal race,
a heart of a coward, a steady undertaker, pace-maker,
race baiter, poll positioned race fixer,
with algorithmic elixir.
Beneath your crown, a traitor's biometrics,
a force to reckon, beckon under chaos
cup and shell company politics.
In shadows lurks a Cheshire grin,
A riddle whispered on the wind.
A trickster's charm, a cunning scheme,
A world of wonder, a madman's dream.
My hands are like steel gripping tightly
onto what’s right.
Yours are queerly writing ripping into curriculum
and student's minds.
Strange how the only time you can be obscene
in public is at a drag show or mocking parade
of God's rainbow that you hijack in mocking stage.
But these colors won't run at the battle if Megiddo,
where you and your band will be done!
Beware the tempest's rage,
reaping the whirlwind while reading your -lists page.
In the eye of the storm, a lion enraged,
soon you will be counted and placed in that lion's cage.
For power fades, and loyalty wanes,
In the heart of chaos, a new reign enters the cage,
matches you against desires righteous flame,
you'll be pissing and running,
trying to be put out of your miserable shame.
The Day is Coming
By Franklin Price
3/29/2015
The day is coming, April one
The day for fools to have some fun
Much fooling time already spent
By those who run for president
Make fools of us with what they say
We're fools to listen anyway
Best ear plug our auditory
Than to hear those fools in all their glory
And what about those Super Packs?
Who support those fools and have their backs
Unlimited funds for them to sway
Those who vote to poll their way
What selfish fools Pack people are
Funds better spent on open bar
Then fools they could inebriate
To vote their foolish candidate
The internet changed everything
Allowed the Packs to do their thing
Would have us fools believe it all
The tales they tell are very tall
Let's show those Packs on voting day
That we the people have a say
Fend for yourself and vote your choice
Show those fools, we fools, still have a voice
At the foot of the mountain lies a wide verdant plain
With rich flowing breasts tend its enchanting brethren
A cuddly care that nature does, in collaboration with men
Catered to those gallant souls, nurturing the best it can
Every morning, when sunshine unfolds its resounding grace
Charming horses in auspicious race, dock their tails, all in graze
Glorious creatures they are when viewed near and afar
Precious stone-like muzzles adorned, each shines like ritzy car
Glossy fur is prominent, from withers, poll to forelock crane
The sophisticated look they have while galloping in any range
When the sun grows brighter in the middle of the day
Cowboys with their hats and chaps shout, hurray!
They run to check their rides before they saddle with glee
Patting stifle, gaskin, hock down to fetlock ‘though they’re jerky
Thorough inspection of hoof, coronet and frog they do and peek
And see if shoes are fixed, they’re good luck charms, shown in kicks
Stallions or mares, palomino, topaz… horses in any color and kind
Riding like a roller-coaster on their withers to their croup is so fine!
How I wish I can go with those cowboys in their pony-trekking
I want to be their horsewoman as they’ll be all my prince charming.
Oct. 17, 2016 1.40pm
Copyright2016Leonora Galinta
All Rights Reserved
Ninth Place
Contest: Horses
Judged: 10/30/2016
Sponsor: Poet Shadow Hamilton
It’s fun time
Election time
Don’t say
I don’t care a dime
If this is so
You’ll miss
The highs and the lows
Some call it
Dance of Democracy
But you see
It’s no graceful dance
But Shiva's ‘Tandav'
Pulls, pushes and shoves
This is politics'
Rough and tumble
You have to screech, scream
And not just mumble
To be heard
Above the election din
Slander, abuses and accusations- no sin
Calling each other names
That’s the game
And, as for the voters
Election season’s prize catch
Those who can
Make the leaders
Win their poll match
For them
It’s raining freebies
They know
They are being pleased
By something called
The party’s ‘manifesto’
They can see through
Your's 'All truth'
The other's 'All lies'
Now, let’s wait
Till May 23
To know
Which way
Rolls the dice.
Frantic fans worry about who's going to win the superbowl.
Pundits speculate about politicians prevailing at the poll.
Some folks are overwrought about their hair turning gray.
By the way, did you hear that another soldier died today?
The nation becomes agog over some inane reality show.
City operations cease after a couple of inches of snow.
Impatient drivers become upset, wanting others out of the way.
By the way, does anyone care that another soldier died today?
The media and sitcoms fret about ratings on televisions.
Concerns are vented when cars are scratched in minor collisions.
Dads are upset when Sonny isn't included in the football play.
By the way, do you grieve that another soldier died today?
Folks become discomfited when nudging fifty years of age,
And feel dejected not owning the latest electronics rage.
Lots of folks are easily offended by what others day.
By the way, were you aware that another soldier died today?
There are many trivial matters by which we are obsessed.
Best to be concerned about those with whom we are truly blessed -
The gallant men and women who protect the great American way!
By the way, are you concerned that soldiers are dying every day?
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired (© All Rights Reserved)
Weeping Willow
The way your toes curl when you first wake up, yes I have been there to see this.
The way your nose wrinkles as you start to laugh, to this also I have been witness.
You twirl your hair and click your teeth when deep thoughts keep you guessing
And the way your eyes alight with flame when no longer the answers are vexing
Your lips pucker without thought of a kiss when something to you is amusing
About the crazy ideas that I might be having or a book you might be perusing.
I have seen you in the embers of a raging fire, and on the waves that crash upon the shore
I have heard you in the whisper of a windswept leaf as it dances upon the forest floor
I have felt you within a single drop of rain that nature brings to cleanse the earth
I have tasted no greater flavor than this, the nectar garnered from a true loves birth
I have smelled your beauty within the aroma of jasmine, honey, mint and Cinnamon
I have known you from the dawn of time, the cadence of two hearts abridged as one
And when you go to bed at night for some reason my shirts are more comfortable
Than the many things in the past I bought you that your lips told me were unaffordable.
And I have dried the tears that flowed from your eyes when agony came to break your heart
Your brows would furrow as sleep would take you, tomorrow would bring a brand new start
But regardless of this and nonetheless you snuggle in close and at night you shift your pillow
To the cooler side the place that brings solace on the opposite poll of the weeping willow
I'm not politically correct at all.
I find such terms as black, asian or white
just as offensive as any racist term used by any racist in hateful delight.
All such terms, good or bad, only serve to strongly reinforce
the differences of one humanity worldwide across.
I mark "Other" on poll forms whenever asked my race of origin,
and if I must write it out I simply print, "*****sapien."
Country of origin (Where you were born)
I suggest we replace race origins with the above on all the poll forms.
Despite how much we look so differently, why can't we all embrace
the fact that we're all the very same specie?
The One And Only Same Human Race.
Oh! No. I won’t wait until you’re seriously terminally sick
Or to expire in order to send you bouquets of ritzy flowers
Today is indeed the time, the hour to stand above the big brick
To show my love amidst the hubbub of seasoneless showers.
You are profoundly loved, dear colorful and calm princess
You are always on my mind, in my guts, my heart and my soul
You are always on top of the unbiased poll, on my pole
And I love you with an incredible passion since you are the best.
I want to give you a garden jammed full of exotic flowers
And invite gobs of colorful rainbows to dazzle you daily
While exposing my love despite of a series of uneventful hours.
Oh! It’s rewarding, classy and marvelous to celebrate joyfully
Under the pristine blue sky. It’s our anniversary, let’s enjoy life
To the fullest. Let’s move on, forget the sad past and the vile rife.
Copyright © August 2023, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems.