Allegory Political Verse Poems

The blackbird wants to sing a song.
What song?
A song of freedom
But its fragile beak is tied.

The blackbird lives on the Island. 
Where the Aubrey's tongue...

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OLD AND NEW 4 : CONTINUE TO SING

Sipping cold champagne in silver 
cuff links at Thai restaurants 
eating red curried prawns
while workers gape at 
former...

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OLD AND NEW 2 : BOARDROOM 


Jackal preyed on dimpled dolls
smiling gold on slender wrist
nosing down a slippery path
scowling schoolboy promoted
beyond his mediocre castle


Mammals sat...

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Brazil, Brazil...
     It's no only Pele, coffee,
     or wonder beans...
     It's not true...

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Cain killed Abel on a Monday night 
Abel didn’t get a chance to put up much of a fight
Cain said, “am I my brother’s keeper?”...

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Say the following things about
a certain leader...:

If this leader were to govern
the sea... the sea would dry up....

If this blessed one were to rule
the Sahara...

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The day is gone,
we raised our arms,
painted the face,
we were exposed
we went straight invade the Bastille
 stormed, Brasilia,
tear down the Wall... !
We did nothing, 
and...

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Politicians making plans,
             most absurd projects...
       ...

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Once upon a time a gymnast teacher told a girl, 
and all her classmates, 
to gather round 
to spot the student currently bouncing 
on the...

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In another narcoleptic nightmare,
along crepuscular curbs
I am endlessly stalked by the depraved. 
Their railing against conspiring contrivances.
These gaslighting doctors of spin.

On every corner a barking...

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Trailing steel cans
and rolling out their
long rags.

The morning is a frost
broken in clamorous relief.

Frayed holes in their eaten
gloves carry a crushed chore,
a rotted job bundled...

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From dense sleep we emerge.
Realizing our coat, 
we seek to cast off this Nessus.
We drank the Jonestown Kool-Aid
and now it’s too late.

We never noticed the...

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A river of pain runs through
the calamitous world, a mute assassin
tightens the lungs, usurping
our right to breathe, pouring day and night
its cup of poison, heralding...

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Ventilating Truth—Breathing…

If ever we needed to ventilate,
it is now…the thickening tragedy
of lies have become too heavy 
for the respiration of living truth…

Indeed…the dire situation
has reached...

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Walks of movements
The work which doesn't work
Man been laboring for centuries 
The irony, no babies
Just endless efforts,
To keep earths momentum running 
From its revolution to...

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