Short Far Right Poems
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The core tenant of the far right
Is simply
That everyone is treated equally
Simply because
Everyone is just another individual.
(9/5/25)
"Far-right", the nick for decent guys
Left crowd it used to push the lies
Good people, just like you and me
Who have the guts to disagree
October 13, 2025
When the extreme left gets angry,
they protest.
When the far right gets angry,
they run over protesters with a car.
When we lean too far to one side,
we fall off the edge.
my pickup furiously barrels down
and right up the highway crest,
zooming faster
as the dial needle glides downward
to the far right side of my
speedometer;
yeah, over-speeding gives me a sense
of at least going somewhere,
makes me feel better !
One bedroom for two seems old hat,
And some bat for the separate—
One far right meant for ‘she’,
And one far left for ‘he’,
Middling, if mood is made for that!
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Happenings (Cameron Diaz, Bedroom Story) |09.12.2023| marriage, love
Granny so often tried to roam
We had to take her to a home
Being new they had apprehension
Trying hard to give her attention
It sure was a bit of a fight
Stopping her leaning too far right
Suddenly too far left she leaned
Righted soon when a nurse intervened
When asked, "Are they doing their part?"
She said,"Yes, but they won't let me fart!"
I didn't mean for it to come to this, for us to have this awful fight,
But I guess that neither one of us, had ever really seen eye to eye.
'Cause you lean too far left, and I lean too far right,
It seems like a stupid reason really, to have such a fight.
But I guess now, that before this argument reaches new heights,
I'll leave you now, say my goodbyes, and wish you one last goodnight.
Form:
He is black; she is white
She, his queen; he, her knight
He's far left; she's far right
But never ever do they fight
Sure, at times they've disagreed
Yet both of them at once concede
Each wants only what is best
Cheers for the other
~ Aren't they blessed...
Now they've one last secret --
Purest truth I speak --
They've been married
One whole week
SORRY
(ETCETERA ETCETERA)
In my world a word of genuine emotion,
today in this battlefield for far right,
far left and all those in between,
a word reconstructed,
for those wrong doers caught,
and only when they are,
a buzz word for a last chance grovel,
for a population conditioned to except the insincerity
and false tears that evaporate as quickly,
as one’s memory of their misdemeanour.
© Harry J Horsman 2022
Plebian Bedrock
Honorably mentioned, a talent search.
Perception stifled, from a righteous church.
Disregarded tidings from the far right.
Reckoning the left in the cloaked night.
Will ideology get its respect?
How can middle ground be beyond suspect?
Legitimately justified they point.
Can odd or even simply hide the joint?
Atonement will merge the enlisted group.
Plebian bedrock, right here on the soup.
3/21/2021
The Trump administration
In its quest to shape the nation
Won’t be deterred by our collective groan
And will ban the word ‘homophone’.
“GOD ONLY INTENDED TWO TYPES OF PHONE;
THE CELLPHONE AND THE TELEPHONE
DEI WILL NOT EFFECT HOW WE CONVERSE
TO DO SO WOULD BE SIMPLY PERVERSE.”
In attempts to attack the woke
Trump and his goons go for broke
Trying to give the far right placation
With yet another example of mental masturbation.
Mother Nature’s cries…weeps heaps at the lies
Pomposity of these creeps we should criticise
Ferocity of her lachrymosity leaps from the skies
Velocity of man made monstrosity will chastise
Another acolyte from the far right they baptise
Animosity of the fossil fuel fools her rule defies
Surf waves crest the rest knaves they despise
Scorch the turf so the dearth from birth will rise
Eyes on the prize girth is worth earth’s demise
I'm a refugee
in my own country
I'll never be free
because they've
labelled me
They say I'm far right
And I'm not too bright
Took away free speech
Now it's out of reach
My mother would tell me
as I sat upon her knee
how we had saved the world
from tyranny.
She'd say how great we were
how freedom was our spur
I had no idea this situation
could occur.
I'm a refugee
In my own country
And if I speak out
They'll throw away the key
David Cox 07/09/24