It was the trophy hunt that played you out
In deafening degrees,
This video-invention of yourself revealed –
A theatrical display that formed the day,
A message of power, the plug-and-play
Of your most infamous hour
There was no prelude, no tribal peace
You ruled the jungle – you, the King
Of all the living things
Fools that they were, yet still they had the means
To foil the brimming scheme
So spectacular to its day – your grand
Safari of ambition, ranger man
The hunt was in your hands
Taking cover in a stand you scoped the prey
– the kill was underway
Stalking from afar you teased them out
And played them all for rubes –
Accomplishing an arsenal without a clue
You kept them in the dark, while you
Enlightened your black heart
And idly stoked your gleaming tools
You sprang from your blind
And moved in quick with claws extended
– soon your lust for blood was ended
Then time slowed down as lightning flash
As you became the bullet to the glass
Whose fragile peace was shattered in a rout
The day you let the lion out –
Categories:
rubes, america, death, murder, violence,
Form: Rhyme
They gathered in Jerusalem;
Together, they would pray.
They huddled in the upper room
And waited for the Day.
It happened at the Feast of Weeks,
When Pentecost arrived;
A sound like mighty rushing wind:
The Spirit came alive.
Like fire, it rested on each one:
These men, all humble, meek;
The Spirit gave them utterance,
And they began to speak.
From Phrygia, Pamphylia,
From Egypt and Cyrene:
All were amazed; some were perplexed.
They said, “What does this mean?”
See, some discerned that in their midst
A miracle had sprung,
For though they came from all around,
Each heard in his own tongue.
But others were not ready to
Declare it as divine:
“It seems these rubes from Galilee
Have filled themselves with wine!”
And so, with some, it is today:
The news, with joy, received.
But others just hear foolishness;
Their minds remain deceived.
(from Acts 2)
Categories:
rubes, bible, christian,
Form: Rhyme
As a person of lay,
I do watch in dismay.
All these government rubes,
look like fools on our tubes.
Playing silly games,
as you try and bring the shame,
upon this President Trump
voted in by us "chumps".
No respect for his position,
wasting time, an inquisition.
So you try to apply
allegations and lies,
to behavior they say,
was in a criminal way.
We are all quite aware
from the partisan glares,
your positions, ivory towers,
just a ploy to regain power.
From before the swearing in,
you can't stand that he did win.
So you bore us, day by day,
with these stupid games you play.
Well,
you should all hang heads ashamed,
for it's our country, that you've defamed!
Categories:
rubes, anger, sorrow,
Form: Narrative
I see deeply;far behind the mask You show to others.The facets of a brilliant mind , You hide from Rubes and Lovers.An Eclipse of Your own contrivance,crafted skillfully so sweet and cunning.Your star shines brightly.Haileys beads dance in Your eyes so revealing and exciting.Exquisitely Unique a Beauty thats delighting.Ever there and even in the darkness.If I were blind I still would know,Your Heart,and Soul,so Dazzling; as Your mind is.Effervescent and Erudite, a Bubbling Fount of Brilliance.I Drink Deeply of the Sight. As My Mind Thirsts:So You Slake Me James Patrick Kail .July 28 2012
Categories:
rubes, friendship, tribute,
Form: I do not know?
They’re fencin’ off the free range,
Sayin’ that’s the way things will be;
I reckon it rubs us strange;
You just keep ridin’ to be free.
They tell us “do this or that,”
They show us how it should be done;
But I’d just soon eat my hat
And ride off in the settin’ sun.
They now rope us in corrals;
Seems I recall we once were free;
But we’re puttin’ up more howls
For as far as a man can see.
Beware the gentle tyrant;
He enslaves with those sugar cubes;
We just have to say we can’t
Be dumb cowboys or circus rubes.
They’re sellin’ off the nation
And it’s us that will pay the fee;
Stock up truth’s ammunition;
You just keep ridin’ to be free.
Categories:
rubes, cowboy-western
Form: Cowboy Poetry
Leprechauns do a jig
Moguls eat a fig
Rubes eat a pig
Crimson is real big
Accountants get a raise
Bankers get to appraise
CEO's get to the next phase
Crimson is the post chaise
Crime lords get the bling
Business men get a one night fling
Choir of Angels sing
Crimson is the thing
Dogs get a bone
Assistants get to phone
Wives stay at home
Crimson sets the tone
Pop stars get the entourage
Winners wear a corsage
Housewives put on a visage
Crimson is a mirage
Categories:
rubes, business, philosophy, work,
Form: Rhyme