Strange things happen in politics
We cannot trust the polls
Life has its own dirty tricks
We can play divers roles
This is not business as usual
Always fight to save one's soul.
Things are upended in politics
Ignore the belligerent critiques
Everything happens in a season
For an un-intelligible reason
Nobody can predict the results
Of an election filled with insults.
Politics in many countries are very dirty
We all can see why. Politics are slushy
Voters lie. They mislead the pollsters
Who behave like palm readers
Like inexperienced magicians
So they can foul the naïve audience.
Things are pell-mell in politics
Life has its own yucky tricks
Everything occurs for an obscure reason
Under the lights of an unusual horizon
No anchors can predict the results
Of an election filled with assaults.
Copyright © November, 2016 Logerie Hébert, All Rights Reserved
Hebert Logerie is the author of several collections of poetry.
Categories:
pollsters, america, black african american,
Form: Rhyme
I don’t sense that God keeps score --
my guess, believing He already
has enough pollsters and priests for that,
man’s predisposed world of numbers and
profitable confessions,
ballot slips and extra altar sips,
less Jung and more Freudian
myself reasoning that, Lover and
Judge are not compatible, the best
leaving their robes at the courthouse,
their own dwellings Duty Free
For sure, by now, have learned my ideas
often not mainstream, avoiding prescribed
social templates, ducking Bibles, my heart and head
a record of lumps
attempting to understand and follow Christ
not always a Sunday picnic, the devil in
the weather, and “keep off the grass” --
Categories:
pollsters, christian, devotion, endurance, humanity,
Form: Free verse
Polling
Monoku by Tom
6-2-2022
pollsters often get desired answers by the way they pose the question.
Categories:
pollsters, how i feel,
Form: Monoku
You can't tell a conservationist by the colour of their skin,
You can't tell a conservationist by the hat they wear,
You can't tell a conservationist by what comes out of their mouth,
You can't tell a conservationist by their age,
And you certainly can't tell a conservationist by their sex,
The fact that they belong to a conservation group,
How much money they earn?
Or how much land they own.
No, you can't tell a conservationist by any of these things,
There are however a few things that can give them away,
Like the number of trees on any property they own,
Like the number of birds nesting in those trees,
Like the amount of plastic, they leave unsorted,
Like how much food they waste,
Like how many trips they make to the supermarket,
Like the toys they make for their children,
Like how much wood was used to make their home,
Like how much they go without or use what nature provides,
Like what they tell the pollsters is important to them,
Or how they find novel uses for things that others send to the tip.
Even then the ultimate test may well be how much they share around,
So, others can pollute less.
Categories:
pollsters, allusion, analogy, art, baptism,
Form: Blank verse
If you can keep your head, when calling for a vote,
and knowing if you err, it’s all your fault?
If you can go for those who vacillate and float
when all around are begging you to halt?
If you can book your posters on a local hoarding,
and never think to cancel – even one?
If you can grin all through a studio recording
and toss the insults off as so much ‘fun’?
If you can smile at Hillary all day,
when once she tried to stab you in the back?
If you can knock opponents out the way
and not respond with cheap and heavy flack?
If you can hear the pollsters latest find
and then ignore their gloomy downward trend?
And even if they urge you change your mind,
you keep your principles and do not bend?
If you can claim your action’s not for turning,
when offered counter choices, now and then?
If you can keep your cool when fires are burning,
and hold your head up high from lesser men?
If you can keep your feet upon the ground,
when politics is heading for the cliff?
If you can turn the Ship of State around,
then I will praise you to the roof – but only IF!
~
With apologies to Rudyard Kipling for Roy Jerden's Competition.
Categories:
pollsters, inspirational, parody, political,
Form: Verse