Long Voting Poems
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You talk of neo- liberalism
And progressive politics
They say Im left of centre
Like a sort of wonky shelf
Please oh Mr Activist , the Newspeak you can keep.
What we need more of, is a lot more Common sense
Terrorists aint freedom fighters
And what the hell is Daesh
Just a bunch of Idiots
Who’s imaginary friend as sent them ape
Please oh Mr Activist , the Newspeak you can keep.
What we need more of, is a lot more Common sense
As carbon really got a foot print
And diversity not a dance group on a show
And a honest conversation
Thats not telling someone they are as ugly as their mum
Please oh Mr Activist , the Newspeak you can keep
What we need more of, is a lot more Common sense
The voters will stop listening
And turn on their television sets
And start voting for a dancing dog
On X factor instead.
for any readers abroad diversity the name of a dance group on a uk talent show .
Julius Caesar hastened a decline in liberty
Roman rights abridged, from a partial democracy.
A leader can come in, and single handed attack
The freedoms people had, not easy to get back.
Germany was a democracy under Weimar
Then Hitler came in, they followed his star
Mussolini dismantled freedoms Italy had
Democracy is easy to lose, and that's sad.
Nicaragua was a democracy, then voted in Ortega
He said no more voting until we reach the planet Vega.
Venezuela voted in a populist red:
Now people shiver when secret police tread.
Turkey was free until Erdogan moved.
He jailed journalists, judges too.
It is like roach motel, no doubt.
You can check in to dictatorship, but you can't check out.
Some leaders won just enough of the vote
Some took a while to don the dictator coat.
But freedom is apparently not immune
to a strong leader sweeping it off with a broom.
Churchill was on Democracy's side
But said it's the worst system except for all that were tried.
We have trillions in debt, as far as the eye can see
And immigrants who don't all accept liberty.
So there's pressure to enter Roach Motel
Can we avoid it? Too early to tell.
My dad's large hand would swallow mine
as together we would walk to the voting line
See neighbors and friends from everywhere
waiting patiently in line with a duty to share
Young man are you going to vote today
more than one adult ask as we made our way
Start him off young Robert show him now
democracy needs us all to vote and how
My grade school was our polling place
and I was glad to be with my dad, pride on my face
Step by step forward on the progress was slow
but no one was rushing patriotism on show
Finally our turn to sign and check in
are you democrat independent or republican
My dad showed his ID though all knew his name
and sign for his ballot just the same
He picked me up as we headed to the voting booth
closed the curtain now our moment of truth
The ballot was long so many names
My dad held my hand as we both proclaim
This guy is honest, she's done a good job
No one would vote for him crooked Rob
Hand on hand we together made our mark
filling out the ballot I repeated his remarks
State questions and justices to renew
together we read and voted after our review
We finished and he put me down
open the curtain the ballot box we found
I put it in the slot our duty profound
Robert he is growing fast
the poll workers said as we past
My dad held my little hand into his own
slowly we began our walk back home
Stoping now and then with a friend to chat
Voting day was important to all way back
Today when I vote I remember back then
how important to my dad was voting for him
No matter who you support or even why
please remember to vote so our republic survives
As I approached the political poll,
a fellow countryman spoke a word
of wisdom to my soul. He told me that
I should consider 'voting' as a task that never
grows old. He related this short story to me:
"For 55 years, I have exercised this right to have my say.
Sometimes in tears, I have cast my ballot on very cloudy days
in many of those years. There were times when I could not clearly
see my way. Every step seemed to unveil the colors of grey.
There were times that I did not know who to vote for and just like you,
I didn't know what to do. But I learned early on that 'doing nothing'
was not an option.
As I look back over time
and space, I notice a pattern imprinted in the sands of time on the
human race. I see people of many opinions and persuasions coming
and going, but what appears most clearly and revealing is not 'great
people' but rather 'great and eternal principles."
After he departed, I was left with such a pleasing reality staring at me.
I was determined to be embraced with a mindset that casts a ballot
so much bigger than one enameled with a personality, but rather
with one rooted with great and enduring principles.
pop ups appear on my screen
annoying me
who are you voting for?
This is America
I do not have to tell anyone
new pop ups
Can we ask you a question?
no
And please stop popping up
The more I see your logo
The less likely I am to ever get a loan from you guys
pop ups slide from the left
pop ups slide from the top
pop ups, pop ups, pop ups.
Give me the old-fashioned typewriters
Where you got to type everything sixty-five times
and use white paint in seventeen places where you had an error.
My eyes roll back as I remember this frustrating task.
I have not even amused myself with this one.
I use my computer, spell check and grammar check.
Welcoming the pop ups.
November Eighth Election Day
By Franklin Price
11/8/2016
November eighth election day
The end is finally here
To the dirtiest campaigning
Ever run for most the year
Both parties were ferocious
In pursuing president
If they could go a darker place
That's exactly where they went
No subject was verbotten
Whether truth or outright lie
I was so much shocked and awed
Should I laugh or should I cry?
Those days are now behind us
The polls will open soon
With voters waiting at the door
To cast the liar or buffoon
Hate to have to say it
But that is what they are
After you have cast your vote
I'll meet you at the bar
We'll drink the voting day away
We will have done our civil right
Voted who we thought was best
Now we'll drink into the night
Watching TV's first returns
And the exit polling views
Broadcasting and predicting
We may believe it if choose
It is not over 'til it's over
'Til the final vote is cast
Don't let the pundits keep you home
Go 'til the polls are closed at last
No matter who the winner is
The liar or buffoon
We voted, did our duty
The end results apparent soon
When the winner takes the office
And becomes our president
It will soon become quite evident
If our vote was rightly spent
I asked my conservatively dressed Sabbath Teacher,
Who do you think Jesus would vote for?
As was her way
even today
she had her querulous say,
What would Jesus do?
He would ask,
and so could all of you,
Is this a loving
kind thing
to do
or not do?
Is this a loving
caring relationship
to continue,
to widen
and deepen,
to feed health,
to succeed safe
natural beauty
EarthCommon Creation
wealth?
I was nearly asleep
by the time she sing-songed her democratic
faith-based dance
through the litany
of Jesus begat HealthyLove
MeSelf as WeNeighbor
when she delivered that last
politically curious line.
What would Jesus do
or not do
to feed and succeed safe
natural
beautiful
and truly resilient EarthCreation Wealth?
How would Jesus vote
or not vote
to feed and breed
neurosystemically resonant
resiliently sacred
peace communion wealth?
Might be how my NeuroPsychology Preacher
would LeftBrain think to ask
How will each bipartisan win/win candidate
vote
or not vote,
act
or not act,
speak
or stay silent,
to feed and win/win succeed
neurosystemically healthy,
cooperative neuro-diverse wealthy,
compassionate verbal
and nonverbal
HolySpirited CommunioNation?
Is this a loving
caring
kind vote
for healthy relationships
to grow enlightened
and co-empowering?
To continue to feed
Truth-passion/Beauty-pleasure
Left/Right
bipartisan political intelligence
Which is maybe
what my tireless Sabbath Teacher
was hoping to feed and breed
on that last class
before transparently vulnerable selection
To widen sacred EarthTribe's
safe ecological
natural beauty
enlightened CommonWealth,
and deepen
neurosystemically empowering
WholySpirited health
Well sung
and wellness danced,
democratic mind-wealth enlightened
and conservative body-health empowered,
left and win/win right
into my Jesus-informed
trauma-free speech voting booth.
Joshua Adam is my name
2bpositive has been my aim
While navigating my soul through this world of confusion
I have found solace in friendship and that's my conclusion
If it's your reading and voting you think I aspire
Your heart is empty, your friendship do I desire
To release my thoughts, does my soul await
Hoping for your love, that it not abate
Again, I feel compelled to state
That 2bpositive is my only true fate
And after 120 when my body is no longer
My soul shall continue to be ever so stronger
To the next world will I be brought
To stand trial for all that I taught
And as they review my life before my eyes
I will not shudder for I told no lies
Now as my judgement is about to be found
my soul will truly rejoice unbound
With true confidence will I surely declare
Loyal to truth was my only care
Only with you my true friend will I say
Give me your hand that we may pray
To the end of life's road have we now come
To accept our actions and our own outcome
My favorite president?
Can't tell you now
they've re-written history
and a mob with pitchforks
would be chasing me.
The terms of their herd immunity
let them rule with impunity
from within their inclusively
exclusive community.
My favorite president?
I'll let you guess
no better - no worse
than all the rest.
For the power of power
corrupts absolutely
and the pandering mobs
agree resolutely.
And so in defense
of those at the top
they couldn't have done it
if the minions said STOP!
and voted as equals
not a syncophant mob.
Alas, I must plead
that just being human
once had me voting
for Alfred E. Neuman.
John G. Lawless
2/15/2021
Who are you voting for?
What do you mean?
In the next election?
Which one?
The presidential election.
I don’t know.
You are not voting for her are you?
I don’t know.
Tell me you are not voting for her.
I am secretly thrilled there is a her.
I feel the men have done more than enough, so I always vote for a her if I can.
Ambidextrous names on a ballet annoy me; there should be an M or an F next to it.
I can see this would not bode well for me to share so I do not.
The other person in the room is laughing now, realizing I am not sharing.
My interrogator turns towards the only him in the room, my husband.
Who are you voting for?
I do not have to tell you he says bravely.
Yes you do.
No I don’t.
But she keeps it up,
And so he folds.
Which is why
No one tells
Him a
Secret.