Success
is no more emails
Not one
throughout the day
No beeps
and no vibrations
to clutter up
the quay
My sails are up
the winds are fair
distractions
far abeam
No G.P.S.
or radar
To chart
— this sailor’s dream
(Annapolis To Bermuda: August, 2005)
Fool Them Once — Fool Them Twice
Oh Bernie, Bernie
as crooked
thou art
Thy wife
more dishonest
filling up thy cart
A noble pair
thoust do
protest
Within
thy harvest
and monied chest
To hide among
a lost
enclave
With fortunes
promise
most illy made
Behind thy mask
corruption
flames
Thy hoax
to bear
— eternal shame
(The New Room: July, 2026)
Dear Evangelicals,
Did you drink the Kool aid,
or perhaps it was the bleach?
Now wanting to reelect a President
who should have been impeached!
What about those values that Christ did teach?
May be you no longer care about the Capitol police..
This monied man, an immoral leader
whose prompted up by a massive maga meter..
Donald Trump is skilled at marketing his brand
and spreading his divisiveness where ever he can..
Christ over threw the money tables when in the
temple he went.
Donald Trump is not your savior.
He's no Clark Kent!
I’m thinking we’re on a downhill slide
With self-aggrandizing politicians now,
Bloviating so self-assured and snide
Paying no attention to their campaign vow.
With an eye on their big monied donors,
They think little of their constituencies
Sometimes I think they are really stoners,
And need more prayer time on their knees.
written October 24, 2021
A.I.’s coming my brothers and sisters.
In fact it’s so already here
So sit back and enjoy the ride while you can.
Without trepidation or fear.
Governmental mistrust, it divides us
Religion caused, terror is rife
The purest religions are those doomed to fail
Do we need such a crutch in our life
Media controlled mis-information
A plandemic brings folks to their knees
Their aim is complete subjugation
Disguised as a viral disease
Spread the lies of the monied elite
Have them think that we’re saving each other
Locked down in compliant control
‘Til we fight tooth and nail with each other
There’s a world of mistrust rightly earned
Satan seems to be never too far
From the iniquitous music system
To scandals extreme near and far
So, care for the state that you’re in
The state you’re in, cares so for you
As your Country and also the World
If you’re part of the Elitest few
‘Cos Silicone Valley and the powers that be
Are here, for to serve only you.
Or is money their God and corruption their game
Sermons read from an unholy pew.
Bolivia
in Bolivia, the socialist won
the election, after the American inspired coup
against Evo Morales who had to flee his country
now he can come home again.
The world is turning to socialism to equality
before the conservative dictatorship like the one
the USA suffers under.
In our pandemic times, people see that salvation
is under a coequal society.
Whoever takes charge in the USA it will take longer
the people have been so long under the “freedom whip.”
it will take time for them to see that capitalism is for the few and does benefit the many.
The BLM might be the beginning of a change although,
I have my doubt.
But we must not underestimate the power of the monied class; they have the backing of the military and police
we might see a revolution that will be bloody
the big corporation and Wall Street will not cede power unless they are defeated.
A rich and monied man,
He is the village headman,
Poor his kindness to his fellow village men,
If one dies from his village he takes no pain,
He sends his walking stick in the hands of his servant,
But fails to walk letting his stick to do the work,
Living long this man and died of age,
Aware his death the whole village,
No one turned to see his dead body,
They all collected sticks and sent to his house,instead,
A battle field like his house with full of sticks,
Tit for tat all what all learned but stick for stick a new lesson!
The unfairness
of life
stares
us
in the face
Each
day
every day
day after
day
the
innocent
die
young
legislators
deceive
monied men
into greed
makes us
bleed
our protectors
dissemble
the media
a rabble
resemble
in none
do we trust
where lies
abound
buried in deceit
all around
injustice
the cry
does
no one
sigh
at lie
after
lie
does anyone
care
revenge
cannot
be
for me
or for
thee
Truth
will still be
for
He
did
atone
He will
make
good
our
cries
and
each
groan
Taxation, taxation
Where's the representation
Funds are culled, pooled, and drained
Promises abandoned
By the figures in office, on paper
Doing thing people elected
But never considered or voted
Let's form our own colony
Regulate or own affairs
Simply as responsible humans
No need for watchdog lair
Our interests are not monied
But to perpetuate quality
Reorganize the state
Until it serves our fate
Slip away …
Will you slip away to the dark side,
Will you worship money and power too,
Do you see any wrong on the inside,
The moral code of you .
Do you really think you are better,
All equal under God,
Just a little deceitful to yourself,
Do you get the liars nod.
Do you see the hurt you do ,
Supporting the monied rich,
They want your last penny too,
greedy son’s wanting it.
So give your vote to the rich man,
So he can have his way,
He sent all the jobs offshore,
Cheap labor is his plan, today,
For sure I say…
Don Johnson
You said you have, and I have not anything –
You are monied, and I am down and helpless
So let me alone to my fate to go
Away from you to my lonely abode
To on my lonely bed rest, and romance poverty
And sing her praises that is my newfound love
And enjoy to the fullest over empty laughs that never crossed teeth:
The world has treated me so.
You said you have, and I have not anything –
You are monied, and I am down and helpless
So let me alone to my fate to go
Away from you to my lonely abode
To timelessly dine and wine with poverty
On a tableless banquet of sad memories and sorrows
And sing praises to the one who brought me here:
The world has treated me so.
You said you have, and I have not anything –
You are monied, and I am down and helpless
So let me alone to my fate to go
Away from you to my lonely abode
To enjoy rest of mind in free sweet cry
And the rivers, Niger and Benue, flood with innocent hot tears
Of a man who knows not what next to do, where to go next–
The world has treated me so.
Moody's in the mood to short sell
Congress's word to someday pay
sounds harsh but might be as well
political kids spoilin' just to play
forget the lunch, can't break-the-fast
for some, free is freedom to turn away
ignore basic facts, easier to lambaste
opponents and leave tomorrow in disarray
empty rhetoric is taxing my patience
'stead of taxing our monied ability
planking on opinion without complaisance
cliff leap before compromise with civility
chaotic lurching of well-oiled-machine
still with fits and spurts it grinds on
how democracy runs, is anything but clean
gentlemen statesmen's days are long gone
if ever there were, a whole other debate
with contemplative points to be sure
the pros and cons can't always equate
political work is anything but demure
© Goode Guy 2011-07-14
http://en.wiktionary.org/wiki/sagacious
http://www.npr.org/2011/07/13/137831224/moodys-puts-u-s-s-credit-rating-under-
review
KNOCKER.B
Yes here we are in the great south land, (Australia)
right amongst the knockers be.
Don't stick your nose up or be grand,
they'll stomp yer like a flea.
In the land of knockers they take joy,
the newsmen shout it loud.
The business people they'll annoy,
if you died they'd steal yer shroud.
These up jumped yokels never were a cut above the rest,
the politicians know and hate the awful bloody pest.
But if you stand a little tall or stand out with the best,
they'll cut you down and paint you black put feathers in your vest.
Perhaps the country'd go ahead with out the knocker be.
if our monied people had the guts to back a prodigy.
Our inventors must go overseas to get a backer, gee?
no one to back the under dog, not cricket, do you see.
by D H Johnson
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