This weekend's reading
It appears a rare type of moss thrives on
Mars climate, soon we will see a green planet
and since one thing leads to another there
will be rabbits and foxes and perhaps sheep
We are delighted to see Maron lost his gamble
and we can look forward to sane policy
that can help end the Ukraine war by using
the trusted negotiation? Probably not
Hungary is in charge of the EU for six months
Orban, the man, is getting busy fighting
EU, democracy and hopefully win on point
but von der Leyen, the president of moss
grown countries will still be there.
a leading newspaper is glad Assange has
are free, we wilt long memories remember
when it vilified our Julian, but we will be
magnanimous and forgive the written
sometimes an editor has to bend to the will
of shareholders
The leaves
From the trees
They fell
It was that time of year
Nature looked unwell
The sun disappeared
And out came the rain
Happiness vacated
What’s left of the brain
Festive season
The only saving grace
To lengthen the holidays
There was a case
All the hedgehogs
Went into hibernation
And those from elsewhere
Filled up Heuston Station
Temperatures turning
Cold and breezy
For putting on a jacket
The rest was easy
Autumn to Winter
And early Spring too
Thanks to the conditions
There was not much to do
Colourful lights shone
From the shop fronts
Passers by with the flu
Spoke in coughs and grunts
Don’t forget those
Who were tight on cash
For them
This ‘festive season’
Was nothing of the sort
Instead, it plagued them like a rash
Shamed by the nouveau riche
Who spent money quite brash
The media claimed
We were on the mend
And could issue more social dividend
However, some of the shareholders
In this society
Could not live
Off acts of piety
Something must give
For those who are broke
Food on the table
And somewhere to live
She said it ain't fair,
She said she uses fair body lotions,
Left me singing pills and potions,
Say , love lies in the eyes of beholder,
I looked in her eyes ,
Full of sight,
Telling her i have new shareholders,
To your heart,,
I said i hold you like a key holder,
Sunrise pass and sun sets ,
Either sunset ,
I will hold your hand till i see a better phase.
The Corporate
Where did you get your ill gotten gains?
From broken backs and forgotten pains?
And will your wealth wash out the bloodstains
From the blue collars of those that came
To work for your pennies while you reign?
No matter to you, - you feel no shame...
For YOU live the life of luxury.
That is fine but you fail to see,
You garner wealth and give measly.
Then your shareholders want more from thee.
So you move the jobs to over sea.
It causes strife but
- you lack empathy .
You bend
You rend
You mend
And look
You begged
And borrowed
Bought
And took
You justify the pain that you cause,
“Just business” you say “no need to pause”
Rules don’t bind you, you just break the laws.
Your lobbyists mend by paying the pawns.
Your workers being thrown out on their front lawns!
But you don’t care to undo these wrongs...
All you’ve created is insubstantial.
Your sole purpose? to increase your financial
Needs to support your gluttonous life,
While the workers toil and suffer in strife
People are starving, their kids they can’t feed...
Where does greed end? How much wealth do YOU need?
We all
Shareholders of good and evil are
Since
This world we share the same
But
Though the dividend of good we rush to cash in
The
Dividend of evil we leave unclaimed
Hoping
Someone else would show up to
Cash in the blame!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
14 March 2019
* Getting the honor of POTD, I would like to thank all my
good friends that visit and comment on my poems !
Moreover, I would like to thank the officials of the PoetrySoup
who were so kind to honor this little poem of mine!
The czars and the kings will hold on to their throne chairs
until they are dragged out kicking and screaming,
tweeting all the way to their dungeons.
Nuclear winter is a few years down the road, but global warming
will have people flocking to Kansas soon from Florida which
will drop into the sea.
The Texaco Shareholders and their families will build a wall,
and stay inside, breathing their own greed and selfishness.
Jesus will be saving other planets, not concerned at all about our silliness,
as we have so many wanna-bees here.
Stocks will go up and down, so many times. It will be called the
yo-yo year of the stock market.
The girl next door will develop narcolepsy and
refuse to come out of her house or answer the door,
not telling us it has flown into agoraphobia.
It will be the year of the PIG, and the pig will be orange
and be featured on balloons with diapers.
A misogynist bully-pig.
This is what I think.
Idol makers,
apprentices of Tubal-cain
Cruel instrument inventors
of the bitter aftertaste pleasure,
and sweet deceit pain
Children of Jubal
delighting in the music of suffering
Instruments of oppression
they have mastered well
From the mouth of dragons
breathing metal fire ...
sends more and more to the watery grave of hell
Instruments of idolatry
be evil, deified works of the hands of man
The unlearned ones
worship the gun ...
the jet plane
Bow on their knees to give thanks
to the tank ...
the submarine
Every war machine has their devoted blessing
Instruments of cruelty,
whose promise of use
will give the builder and the buyer
power, riches and land —
Slave shareholders of chained souls
to body bag claim
Idol makers,
apprentices of the bittersweet Tubal-cain
Evil reprobate roots
rising from the spoiled sour Magog ground,
at the harvest time of the second rain
Abominable Armageddon souls made to drink
the brimstone blood of their shame
When, at the annual general meeting
of Walrus Armaments Incorporated
the Chairman, Mr. Carpenter,
reported to shareholders that,
despite the current global turndown,
business was booming
and contributing to world peace,
the applause was thunderous.
At the buffet afterwards
the delicious oysters
excited comment.
'We don't like to look our kill in the face'
......Greg Palast
'The problem is, Corporations have neither
bodies to kick nor souls to be damned'
......Andrew Jackson
Human emotion will be diminished, too messy.
Trans humanism is a creeping chokeweed.
Goggles will be required to view reality
as perceived by shareholders, corporate
pollinators are seeding their outcomes
directly into your brain. 'I remember when
free thought (the good) was individual
choice' We will wistfully explain to our
grandchildren.
I take my instruction from natural rights,
Awake, am I, and in control of my rightful,
equal place in the universe. Why are people
dying here? This is my life, and your free
life too. Life, all life, is precious and equal.
This is the message I receive from interplanetary
beings...sacred, are we, and we know this
to be true, we the people will open the doors
to outer space, and take our rightful place.
No anonymous, faceless Corporation will
take my freedom......join me.
10/13/16
In Defense of General Motors
By Elton Camp
Thirteen people are out of luck
About a part costing under a buck
For ten years, GM knew about it
To their customers didn’t shout it
They were in the profit-making game
So who can rightfully cast any blame
Public safety has to take second place
Angry shareholders they have to face
Admitting a defect might hurt sales
And accepting blame it also entails
In GM’s defense, there’s lots to say
Most of their cars didn’t do that way
Steering, brakes, air bags worked well
Those facts it’s important also to tell
Even if a few people had to die
To protect profits they had to try
Big Business has always been that way
So for GM, let’s hear a loud “Hooray!”
A pill for this
A pill for that
A pill for your pet armadillo
dog or Rat.
A pill to make you sleep
A pill to wake you up
Drunk with water
from a glass or a cup.
A pill to take you up
a pill to take you down
A pill to chase away the blues
and make a smile from a thrown.
A pill to reverse the side effects of a pill
A pill for Humpty Dumpty
Tom Thumb and Jack and Jill.
A pill to make you virile
A pill for a aching head
One for the husband
the other for the unreceptive wife in bed.
A pill for swamp fever hemerodes and gout
A pill that you put where the sun don't shine
another for your mouth,
Pink yellow green and blue
even if you don't need to take them
there is a pill for you.
Shake me up I'd rattle
I gave more chemicals in me than blood
But still the Doctors swear their doin me good.
The Pharmaceutical and their shareholders
rub their greedy hands
and live in exotic lands.
A pill to make you younger
A pill to make you-
'' Live forever''!!!
Never.
Peter Dome.copyright.2014. Jan
I'm dreaming of a well lit Christmas
just like the ones that used to glow
for a price of admission, a well-lit apparition
a rainbow-colored gel for Christmas show
I'm dreaming of a lighted Christmas
photons careening with bright flow
'lectric magicians emit eye-candy emissions
from exclusive condos down to 'long skid row
I'm dreaming of a well lit Christmas
a mega-watt extravaganza blazing bright
so that all the Christmas lights invite
a shareholders annual dividend delight
© Goode Guy 2012-12-20
Heaven never rests
While pinecones, green with youth
Cling to promises the sun will conquer-
Heat waves rising off pavement
Covering centuries called progress
Wings, heavy with fatigue, settle
For any patch of green to rest
Unable to locate the wetlands
Drained to rivers that now run
Straight to shareholders, blinded
By greed
Only at night, away from the city
Lights, can I see the stars
Invite travel to a natural world
Untouched by man
Untouched
By Man
4/23/11
2:37pm
© All Rights Reserved
The grocer still smiles at the family
Passing by his counter, owl-eyed at the
Fresh food display,
Shot down in the streets defending freedom,
While shareholders measure outcomes.
In the forest, a doe watches her fawn nibble
Plant growth-
O Holy God, save our souls!
Soldiers march in protest-
Lance the lies! walk the tallgrass,
Finding peace-
Finding
Peace
08/18/11
By day I move in shades of grey
Just another suit
Waiting for the boot
As the shareholders bay for blood
A lonely tear falls
In my microwave meal for one
Will anyone miss me
When I am gone?
But when I get back home
The laptop sparks to life
And life begins again
The caviar of avatars,
They all fall at my feet
A heady surge
Of pixellated power
Wipes out the pain
Of my darkest hours
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