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What will it take to keep Humans alive,
I am traumatized watching CNN,
Stomach queezy,feeling uneasily numb,
It is now time to help Palestine out ,
Let’s make Earth a beautiful place to live .
Humans have to opt for probity ,no jive,
Americans are upset by the Machine,
They are losing the American dream ,
It is sad it can make a crazy dude scream,
What will it take to keep Humans alive.
Isreal third most hated State once again ,
How does that make you feel about your status?
The States are in the third place.,
How will America liberate us?
I am traumatized watching CNN.
Capitalism destroys Nerthus-you scum,
Following pols blindly makes me want to puke,
Congress how can you applaud mass murderer?
My statement about pols is a true rebuke,
Stomach queezy,feeling uneasily numb.
Palestine is a burning house. I shout,
Diplomacy is a water moccasin,
Is there an Isreal cease fire in sight,
Israel behaviour surely a sin,
It is now time to help Palestine out .
Hope is field of stars .This thought helps us thrive.
Trama gone. Humans chose Utopia ,
Radical mycology good for earth,
We now have a true cornucopia,
Let’s make Earth a beautiful place to live
They used to call it the Empire State.
But the empire isn't doing too great.
Democrats in power, big ideas they plan.
Too bad for the middle class and the forgotten man.
Low-income high rise in your village
Middle class won't escape the general pillage.
Congestion and crime, they'll surely bring,
Practical doesn't matter, ideals are everything.
Landlords, its coming, statewide rent control.
They think you fat cats should be in a hole.
Squatters' rights beat your rights, so you can't evict.
Pols keep finding new ways, troubles to inflict.
Borders wide open, worldwide crooks pour in
MS-13, Venezuelan gangs, we lose, they win.
Homeless camps appear, old diseases arise.
Politicians let a killer loose, and Laken Riley dies.
They say, "Just pack your bags, if you disagree
We don't need you, go to Florida or Tennessee
Idaho, Montana the stampede fills them in
Locals priced out, waters rise, can you swim?
Shoplifters know hundreds of items can go.
No downside, they end up rolling in dough.
For assault, arrests are made but holding is rare,
If you're the next victim, guess who doesn't care.
A store owner could ask, what am I working for,
Just to watch my goods exit out the door?
I know people who no longer walk at night.
Hard to believe pols didn't do this from spite.
They'll remove your oil and natural gas.
You can't pay the AC, but more laws they'll pass.
They'll remove merit from the medical schools.
don't crash getting out, you'll be mended by fools.
What they really believe they tactically hide
Till you elect them, then the four horsemen ride
No room for the little guy, the pols feel disdain.
Look out the window, you're on a runaway train.
We had no hand in this rape of nature
Yet we will bear its full weight and measure
Can climate be sentenced to certain doom
Is there time to resolve its gruesome gloom
Don't dare ask us to deny climate change
We've dug a hole that we can't get out of
At the "climate mercy" from high above
Self-interest trumps the collective good
Tell the top players to do now what they should
Don't dare ask us to think or act short-term
Our little spades try digging us all out
As designer-suit dudes plow dirt round about
We dutifully sift through our own trash
So we make these moguls even more cash
Don't dare ask us to bow to huge profits
Those prominent peers, posers, pols and priests
They had their fair say and done their least
Fighting useless battles over oil sites
While we differ on clear-cut human rights
Don't dare ask us to reject world order
Elites hold the power and that is true
Puny results from what we folks can do
As much as we'd like to see it all stop
To fix this we must begin at the top
Don't dare ask us to back broken brokers
Seeing in stores all that shiny plastic
Vast plastic globs float in the Pacific
We drive plastic cars that are half the weight
With which green fuel is still under debate
Don't dare ask us to save our frail planet
Each ecosystem is interconnected
Rising like tides that are all effected
Now fires and storms rage behind a curtain
Weather is volatile and uncertain
Don't dare ask us to endanger species
Air, lands, waters hope for a better day
Some of earth's environs have lost their way
Without half our insects we must move on
The planet's trees are forever half gone
Don't dare ask us to fix this mega mess
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The storm was called historic
Before it even hit,
The weathermen euphoric,
As reports they did submit.
They closed the subways and the schools;
Prevented cars from driving.
The pols used all their lofty tools
For snow not yet arriving.
The Broadway theaters shut their doors;
Museums followed suit.
The gyms were shuttered and the stores,
Decisions resolute.
And after all was said and done,
The blizzard never came.
Though all were wrong, there wasn’t one
Who’d shoulder any blame.
Defensively the bigwigs boast,
“We made the right decision;”
But I am one of quite a host
Who view them with derision.
Do we all hear the rumour? A funeral draws near.' A spectacle is intended I think that much
Is real clear.' There will be black gloves and the
Muffled drums, that measured tread..Somber
Theater spun.' Staged to draw compassion from those (who might come?) The cornet may sound? Majestic..But I think we all know
What's the come..'
That vic-pols funeral is marching in the shadows here thrown long.'
Under the sun, As many narratives un-ravel.. That they still try to grow.' So will the
Blinds be drawn upon them? Will the windows
Stare out blank.? And also will True Blue Victorians 'about-face?' And here I shall be quite frank! Leave
Them to realise.? What a mess they have banked.! Heaped up like those mountains.'
When (they turned on their own?) Yet I think its not Victoria.? Nuh..Thats not where their
Love; and loyaltys are sown.' May they well listen.. And deeply' to that winds lone lament and moan.'
In a broken-hearted city.' Where they once did strut.! Its recorded and shown
To posture and enact such wicked anger, to vent, Yes I see, And saw
For me it has stuck deep in my heart, and in my gut.To remain reminder forevermore.'
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Hearing news today,I do want to shout
R .Bucky Fuller’s prophesy was right
We surely need a new path,do you doubt .
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Our leaders ,they all just want to fight
Drop our leaders, they care not for you
They’d let the world burn -a terrible sight.
III
Free style shamanism,this Path isn’t new
Zenarchy as a lifestyle, I find cool
Choose your own path ,be a torch bearer too.
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Go back to the old ways,cement the cracks
The Machine pols happy ,they wanna dance
Cracks cost much to fix you then get the axe.
Read all of R. B. Fuller’s books today
These books will teach you more that ,I can
convey
President Trump has rattled Washington's cage
with an unlikely combination of technology and rage
He's twittered and texted sharp barbs, targeted criticism
at oversensitive pols, used to kow-towing and witticisms
He's shaken up the stuffed shirts of the established order
by trying to stop criminal aliens with a wall at the border
He's gone toe-to-toe with the demagogues of Russia and China
unlike his predecessors, who've caved in to the Soviet-Sinos
And he's raised a crucial issue, from which productive discussion has strayed:
If our government won't protect its citizenry, why should its workers get paid?
February 13, 2019
Entry in "A Positive President Trump" Contest
Sponsor: Anthony Slausin
Dreamer
In my boyhood I waded shoal creeks;
Veins of living waters swirling past my
Ankles; returning home, grinding stones.
I asked: How are rain drops like millstones?
I watched a stream of black ants scaling a tree
Through the crevices of bark; Antennae stiffened.
Above, a wily woodpecker whetted his long, nose plier.
I asked: How many ants to voice a flicker?
The grooves are worn, the needle no longer holds.
I station a toy soldier near the spindle, he turns
His post slowly. Deployed, his pace quickened,
Could not hold at the edge.
I asked: How far from the spindle before I fledge?
Awakenings
A huge arm snatched me back. Startled, affright,
By the sight of a man twice mine in height shouting
“Boy, don’t never be drinkin’ from theirs again.”
I asked: Does “colored” water not flow from the same vein?
Legs stiffen straight back when the BB
Entered the frog’s spine, each time. A boy hones
His skill for the man who would be sent to hunt men.
I asked: How many to pith before wars end?
Fear reverses relationships; opposites repel,
Likes attract. Tolerance, inclusion have no
Currency as long as pols pervert polarity.
I asked: Can we long survive the insularity?
Copyright 2018 Paul Thomson
The American pols need to retire,
Bebe on US soil ,folks full of hellfire ,
The Congress clapping are traitors,
The Congress are USA haters,
America's policies -gone haywire ,
The sun sets on the US empire ,
It's folks know its officials are liars ,
The Green Party the only creators,
The American pols .
The G.P policies have much to admire ,
The Anti- Dems policies -a satire ,
Invoke Surt , let him be the interagator,
Trumpagoons -Surt will take care of them later,
US clean up your act else Surt sends hell fire!
“ The American pols
How many times must we amend
The gruesome news of death again?
What venue will Fate next abase,
some hapless, unsuspecting place?
Such acts still shake us to the core -
These senseless slaughters some ignore.
We're told that guns bought "legally"
Are nothing to condemn, you see.
Just guiltless children lying dead,
A tragic scene - their parents' dread.
While in the rooms with blood-stained walls
Lay books unread, deprived from all.
One answer was a thoughtless call:
Guns unrestrained with guns for all!
This stance - such unimagined gall -
Suggests the price is protocol.
Coffin for one - coffins for all;
Of no concern - this awful pall?
What's caused a Right we've held so long
To become tarnished by these wrongs?
Without true insight to reflect,
Without true foresight to correct,
Without true courage to stand tall
Elected "leaders" shift and stall.
Playing the odds in their careers
Have they now closed their eyes and ears?
For "pols" who acquiesce this mess
Their "jobs" should pass to someone else.
The case for change is nothing new -
Will common sense and reason do?
If change won't come then who's to blame?
Ourselves - for sure - and that's the shame.
Now, silenced victims must be heard -
Yes, they should have the final word!