We are most wisely appreciated
and anticipated
in the press
of public fame
and the stress
of personal gain
Not
by the quantity
of our autocratic popularity
But
by the quality
of our democratic integrity.
In this peacefully pleasing warm regard,
perhaps we poignantly reconsider
Quantities are measured
by cognition performing
verbally recognized passions
while qualities are felt
through intuition engaging
preverbally connecting pleasures
Defaming risks of loss
emerge through systemic trauma
disassociation infamy
against opportunities to gain
through transformative
reassociation favored fame
Extensively requalifying
EarthMother's therapeutic potential
for democratic integrity.
The betrayal of the white liberals
Is one so peculiar
For a party that claims allyship
Why are black people not invited
Or?
Do you already have your token
To show you are open
To the lie of progression
The covert nature of your motive
Is a secret that is no longer hidden
No tear shed for yet another innocent black victim
But outspoken to defend a republican
Then again
Birds of the same feather must stick together
The pitiful pretence of support you perform
Is evil only a 'wolf in sheep's clothing' could have
They move as if they are sleeper cell spies
Rising only for a white man's death
To them race comes before politics
White liberals 'care' until it comes to defending whiteness
They are just cowards dressed up in a cloak of 'niceness'
What? -
All to prove your differences
Or
Just as a way to boost your views
Acting like the odd one out with your 'individualistic' truths
Spare me your drawn on wounds
Especially when you have never had to walk a day in our shoes
Republican or Democrat
Won't choose physics
Government is physics
The end of life is not a choice
Nor a vote
Fixed commodity is the loan
From here on in for "the life's
Hague?
Outside of journal
No objective
No only this
No following order
Just, troubled ends meeting
A district in the south
On the coastline it has graced
Is a well established charter
Ancient roots from which it’s based
The symbol of the city
Placed on the Corporation seal
That Latin script around the edge
Enshrines the common weal
A pair of towers at the Port
Consolidate the fort
Allowing commerce to flow forth
For there’s more tea to import
The glowing harbour waves
Drift in from the sea
They travel under bridges
Along the River Lee
Few today remember well
It was on a sunny June day
When this city seal was embraced
By the martyred JFK
Least we not forget
The motto that is his
Invoked now, forever more
‘Statio Bene Fida Carinis’
She poo-pooed her constituent quickly
with, “Well, we all are going to die”
like a queen talking down to the peasants
from her castle way up in the sky
She expressed no concern for the voter
or her plight should she lose Medicaid
with an arrogant wave she dismissed her
and revealed that they all had been played
So the people who put her in office
called her out with a chorus of boos
and the threat to remove her forever
this is known as Republican Blues
Will they come with cold, proud eyes,
And laws like winter in their hands?
Will silence fall where once were cries—
The laughter none but we understand?
I saw the stars through a hospital pane,
And wondered if they’d burn for me,
Or if their fire would die in vain,
In halls without our poetry.
They call us strange, too loud, too still,
Too much, too soft, too far from grace—
But don’t they know the kind of will
It takes to show our face?
Our hearts are gardens, overgrown,
With tangled thoughts and fading light;
We don’t ask much—just to be known,
And sheltered from the night.
If laws are made to bruise and bind,
Then let them know: we see, we feel—
And even in our silent minds,
We dream, and bleed, and heal.
The moon still sings to broken things,
And we are listening.
Why do politicians lie
And our wallets deftly pry,
Puff and bluster all the time
Their intent to cheat sublime.
Are we dumb or just naive
Of that talent to deceive,
Smiles aplenty to go round
While broken promises abound.
Why venerate them so
And not tell them where to go,
Pay good money after bad
The whole thing is rather sad.
When we put them to the test
They begin their quest with zest,
But time passes all too fast
Their resolve's not there to last.
We vote them out and start again
And get another just the same,
This conveyor belt of life
Sure to bring us yet more strife.
What solution may we ask
To complete this ingrate task,
Maybe ply them all with drink
Hoping this will help them think.
As to us, let's tune them out
Find a corner where to shout,
Release the loathing and emotion,
Survive the show and the commotion.
Let's be real and rather blunt
Lest our message we might stump,
There is another old profession
That earns its money by the session.
We might as well embrace the ride
Taking bumps full in our stride,
For if we blot out all the noise
They become mere soulless voids.
In the halls of power, a name does arise,
Matt Gaetz, they say, with dubious ties.
A Republican figure, some claim corrupt,
In shadows of scandal, he's often been swept.
His constituents' trust, he seems to neglect,
For personal gain, he's known to select.
But let us remember, not all paint the same,
In politics, diversity's part of the game.
Though some may accuse, let the truth be unveiled,
For justice and fairness, let it prevail.
In the realm of politics, let us strive to see,
A better world shaped for you and for me.
There are clocks turning backwards,
there are rights being lost,
you might think you’re unaffected,
but things are worse than you thought.
For your wives and your daughters,
are now property of the state;
they’ll be tracking their cycles,
and they better not be late.
For your women are now watched
by the militarized state;
The old laws have been eradicated,
cause it’s freedom,
the republican fundamentalists hate,
and like the Taliban, your freedoms they’re taking.
You better vote soon, before it’s too late,
cause your rights are disintegrating.
Come fathers and husbands,
throughout the land,
let’s give them an electoral beating,
that they’ll understand,
your vote is your voice,
so please take a stand.
If the freedom of privacy's worth saving,
you better vote soon, before it’s too late,
cause your rights they’re eliminating.
In shadows deep, where darkness thrives,
Lies James Jordan, corruption's guise.
His tendrils spread, like poison's art,
Sowing deceit in every part.
A puppet master, cunning and sly,
He weaves a web, where truth shall die.
With promises false, he veils his scheme,
A wolf in sheep's clothing, so it seems.
The fruits of power, his heart devours,
As justice withers, under his powers.
Oh, James Jordan, your deeds betray,
The trust we placed, now swept away.
You’re so HOT when you lie to me
young republican
I love your insurRECTION
I prefer my men dumb and dishonest
so come Lie with me
give me your BIG one
about how Trump won and
how the big steal couldn’t be stopped
ooo, slower, yes,
Tell me what a strong-man Putin is
with truth in abeyance
Yeah, uh huh, like that
Oooo.. uh..
restrict me, control me.
take my choice, my privacy
Ummm.. yeah..
right there..
impede my vote.. yes, yesss
Keep, keep, umm..
nothing’s wrong
don’t stop, don’t stop now..
Remember when you set your goal
You can't rise up a totem pole!
Avoid the chafe
And play it safe
Inside your cozy pigeonhole!
You may well ask where am I,
Am I engaged or fully checked out,
Take a seat, happy to clarify,
Placate your mind, dispel any doubt.
I'm Biding my time and that's not a joke,
Giving the old guy time to implode,
He's senile and tired, befuddled and woke,
Any wires remaining will for sure overload.
The Border is crumbling, COVID runs wild,
Afghanistan gone, China supreme,
Kamala in hiding, lost and beguiled,
Progressives now surging their wishlist extreme.
Nancy grandstanding, Chuck babbling loud,
Cuomo shot down, who would have known,
Just goes to show it's good to be proud,
If your cover is solid and not wholly blown.
I'm mulling and watching disasters untold,
Inflation unbridled, crime running wild,
The Media's support from lukewarm to cold,
Uncle Joe's moods ever more riled.
Well may you ask why I seldom now speak.
The answer is simple and easy to grasp,
Time is my friend as you see week by week,
And eventually bites like a poisonous Asp.
I’m RIGHT and you’re not
for no God loves a pansy -
a saint saves himself
abortion is bad
when white man’s soul is present -
but women aren’t men
adultery’s fine
for a man, it’s just hooky -
wife’s place to get stoned
raw power is gold
a man’s muscles are virtue -
slave’s chains their brain’s sin
a vampire’s the God
we whites worship on Sunday -
love rots on the cross
best keep love in check -
cash to shame those around me
I hope pay me back
black racists hate whites
but we’re victims of God’s love -
the slaves to ‘Just’ wealth
you don’t understand
truth, God’s plan’s white advantage -
except for the Jew
my status is quo -
my kid’s edge is God’s gifting
your place out of sight
let wealth trickle down
from deserving to less so -
best charcoaled for taste
Long Tooth
February 20th in 2021
In with a bang out with a whimper
Gone is the bombast, the fist pumping high,
The people have voted for a country that's simpler
Fairness and decency their blaring war cry.
Obstinate tweets well may he air
While brooding and scheming for legal dog-fights,
That darkness and gloom he'll pervasively share
Will always be trumped by hope's purest lights.
We as a people believe above all
That the footsteps we walk are of giants untold,
Where no single man with bluster and gall
Will trample the feats of our heroes of old.
This not to say a man with great charge
Cannot some good things bring into our lives,
But where we do not want such man to just barge
Lies within that true heart our Nation so drives.
So as with winter where leaves fall and die
While circling clouds block the sun's warming rays,
Spring's blossoms first peek initially shy
Exploding as one to a flowering blaze.
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