The queen has all the power
while foot soldiers goad the king
though he maybe important
the church ahead of hymn
as too crusading bishops
diagonally move to sing
the knights gallant in battle
before a fall within
the castle's rabble- rousers
encircled squares are ringed
battles meant to topple towers
to where the fight was hinged
the territory taken
with patience wearing thin
when black on white is shaken
who turns the tide to win?
An exaggerated style, the zoot suit
was a statement in clothes.
Yet it fell into ill repute,
history shows.
Outlandishly flamboyant and distinct:
comedy was its roots.
Clothes came from the Harlem precinct:
called culture suits.
With their wide lapels and baggy trousers:
they were ostentatious.
And favored by rabble-rousers;
loose and spacious.
Worn by African-American youth
and poor Mexican teens.
They looked rebellious and uncouth;
much more than jeans.
Oft accessorized with a gold key chain:
and a fedora hat.
Frisco sailors showed their disdain;
armed with a bat.
More about color than flashy fashion:
racial riots broke out.
All those beat without compassion:
left little doubt.
The insurrectionists of January 6 are NOT patriots!
They are criminals of the lowest amoeba-types
Most patriots were at work improving the G.N.P.
Not carousing and malingering to air their gripes.
Can you imagine an American president colluding,
Encouraging rabble-rousers to storm the Capitol,
Giving tacit approval to hanging his vice-president?
In my opinion, his behavior was clearly lunatical!
And, he is still clamoring for the nation’s attention
Bloviating far and wide, spouting despicable lies,
I’m flabbergasted that so many are on his team
Celebrating and cheering on our nation’s demise.
A long-time presidential aficionado, I hasten to say,
That Donald Trump’s picture among our presidents
Is utterly disgraceful, a travesty of the worst kind,
He should be prosecuted to law's fullest extents.
Written July 30, 2022
A time of unrest like never before seen
While basic structures of society crumble,
Families lacking in simple cohesiveness
Schools accused of burnishing history
Churches falling into dismal hypocrisy
Rabble-rousers lurch toward anarchy,
Simple folks questioning whom to trust
Muckrakers telling us what to believe,
Respect for our leaders at its lowest ebb
Hearing the voices of conspiracies spread,
While a pandemic continues unabated
We, the masses saturated with ignorance.
written September 10, 2021
Quarrelsome Questions
quickly quirky quips
quash quandaries quietly
quells querulous qualms
Right Results
rapid repartee
repress rhetorical rants
ribs rabble - rousers
Sweet Success
swiftly satires skill
silences sophistries spin
stuns subversive scorn
8 / 4 / 2020.
No, no, no~ the human race is far from going away.
Some of our brightest days, ever...are definitely headed our way.
Don't let rabble rousers in the streets acting like fools and clowns.
Dampen the human spirit of you, your family or your hometown.
Fools and anger, a horrendous mix, like a cocktail gone awry.
You watch them poured on you, alas, by satellite shakers in the sky.
That's their job, to cause you to worry and to fret.
Do not listen to these cynical, high priced fools, whom you have never met.
Make your plans, dream your dreams, there always is a tomorrow.
Alas, if you have none, alas , you might face emptiness and sorrow.
June 15, 2020.
2pm PST
Poem # 1,244
When we’re young and prefer sagging trousers,
we're left-wingers, we're hippies, carousers.
Then we age and grow wise,
cause our trousers to rise,
and send soldiers to shoot rabble-rousers.
Today, would never be elected!
He'd be run out of rooms.
How dare he ask us:
"Ask not what your country can
do for you, ask what you can
do for your country."
I remember being so moved by
that statement.
But our country has taken a new
direction.
And we scratch our heads, oh really?
Asking why there is so much dereliction?
Re-think JFK's question.
Stop listening to the pinheaded
supplications for renumirations.
And demands to fulfill all our
supplications.
When did we become such cry
babies and rabble rousers?
We need to stop wearing diapers
and find our trousers.
Become adults, not crabby
frowners.
June 16, 2019
10pm PST
Frankie boy, go get my gun
Here comes those
pitchfork carrying citizens
They’re so scary angry and uninformed
Holding torches, they plan on
doing more than burn crosses on our lawn
Frankie boy, load up the old shotgun
Time to send those
trespassing rabble rousers on the run
Lead pellets gonna spray paint the yard
Red is the color
of the devil’s favorite corpse calling card
Frankie boy, tap the trigger on the gun
Time for us to start blending in ...
acting American
Tap the hair trigger on the gun again
Assimilating more metal violence
will make us double blessed American
Frankie boy, you’re my only son
Time to teach you
the wisdom of the smoking gun
See all of those jackrabbits run
Some got unlucky feet,
now they’re dead and done
Frankie boy, cool the gun barrel’s hot metal skin
It’s a frosty good start to blending in ...
acting like real Americans
Frankie boy, I loved you since day one
Go gather the cadavers,
the lightning is soon gonna come
Time for you to have some brothers and sisters galore
So go tell your doctor father and Igor —
we’re Americans, we ain’t acting like monsters no more!
the problem with me and you
is that our tattoos
look like their tattoos
and their tattoos do
look like ours too
which keeps us all a bit confused
we were individuals when we started this
rebel rousers, outskirt kids
making a statement with how we lived
now the statement is
look at this
we now look like all the other kids
cause his tattoo and her tattoo
look like mine and your tattoo
i might just get my tattoo removed
and go back to before i knew
you don't need a tattoo
to be an individual too
Why have you forsaken us
O season of bloom
what manner of transformation do you seek?
Your concealing actions in these cloud swept skies
speaks to deception my Lord,
As your humble servant
I beg of you to please return, to your former constitution
which bringeth not only I but the beasts of burden
and all the buzzing creatures
plus the wondrous soaring birds swooping in like rabble-rousers to a long lost love!
Hear our cries
O Season of Hope
and bring forth your Glory
your Manifest Destiny,
to bring Life and Sustenance
to us All
Why have you forsaken us?
O season of bloom, what manner of transformation do you seek?
Your concealing actions, in these cloud swept skies, speaks to deception my Lord.
As your humble servant, I beg of you, to please return to your former constitution.
Which bringeth not only I, but the beasts of burden and all the buzzing creatures, plus the wondrous, soaring birds, swooping in like rabble-rousers to a long lost love!
Happiness!
Hear our cries, O season of hope, and bring forth your glory, your Manifest Destiny, to bring life and sustenance, to us all.
All of Islam deserves our hate
Unlike ours—this faith can’t be great
The ground zero mosque
Is an evil kiosk
Our lord says to obliterate
What’s better than the Ku Klux Klan
And frightens the bad Taliban?
Yes—with a book roast
America will toast
Those evil who read their Koran
Burning books ain’t nothing to fear
Infernos are fun with a beer
So with drink all cheer—(hip hip hooray!)
To hate is nothing qu*eer
Hitler did it—and he we revere
The audacity of man to touch the sky,
To try and build the tower high.
Attempting fate, but sure to die
They tried to reach the clouds.
The tower they built was sure to fall.
Who would help or hear the call?
They knew not, no, not at all,
Meeting God was not allowed!
For then He turned the tables around
And let them build upon the ground.
Their voices, then, undecipherable sound
Was left for them that day!
He tried to teach them not to dabble,
For them to please disregard the rabble-
Rousers, who built up the tower, Babel.
It must be done His way!
Within the town of people, cursed,
Speak foreign tongues, to be the first
To build or lose, but which is worse?
He provided truth that day!
However, they spoke, but never heard,
Not anyone, ever understood the word,
For it all, sounded so absurd,
Others learned of His true way!
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