Come on now! You can’t be serious!
Take the Christ out of Christmas….
Not here in the great US of A --
Like taking the cork from the core
of a baseball. Or the sweetened lard
center from between the rich chocolate
cookies. It’s UN-American Macy’s! It’s
sacrilegious, beautiful STD Hollywood
(look but don’t touch). Thinking to do away
with long standing fond tradition, is tantamount
to Spiritual Sedition! For such thought your Act
of Contrition say: An Our Father, eat 3 Oreos, and
12 Hot dogs at the next World Series.
Hickory Dickory Duck
The defenseman stole the puck
He still didn’t score
The game was a bore
Hockey’s a game for Canucks
Erin Healy is her name
Congresswoman is her game
She tweets 'bout what's 'extreme'
You can almost hear her scream:
Kids who have a married mom and dad
She deems 'dangerous and un-American,' all bad
How did this madwoman get elected?
Her insane tweet should be rejected!
Oh, Holy Night?
Will we ever be allowed to sing this again?
Doubtful in California.
While visions of Saint Fauci dance in everyone's heads.
A once peace filled nation, that forgot their God.
Now paying the price for misguided leaders,
That legislate sin.....a virtue??
Where I can be made into a donkey, if I so choose to??
Man honors man, but never God!
Old hat, no laughs, they say?
The government maniacs think they are Moses?
Leading us where, to hell?
Or...to be beaten brutally with rubber hoses?
I see people, whistling "this is just about over."
Ridiculous as telling me, my name is a big red dog, Rover!
Power to the people cannot be restored.
Unless fear controls, by each and everyone of us are ignored!
POWER TO ALL THE PEOPLE
IN EACH NATION
6-17-2021
Censorship, stopping freedom of assembly, religion , schooling of children,
slamming freedom of speech is un-American. Who you voted for is not to be held against you. The President, is not an oligarch here.. Nor can he rule by
hundreds of executive orders to skirt Congress.
PLANE RIDE
I would go back to the amber waving grain
I long to fly to America again
Oh yes it’s corny I know
To say I love America but it is so
When I look around at the restriction
And these old methods and ways of affliction
In my un-American surrounding
And feel the blood in my head pounding
With anger and held-temper
At the man paid to be my gatekeeper
And when I see the planes on their run
Daily westbound into the sun
And I know, as you do,
That there is no one who
Wouldn’t give his rice bowl wood and hard
Or his party membership card
Or her position as third wife in the tent
Or her work in the kraal, lifelong spent,
To board that moving craft
As a drowner grabs a life-raft
Watch her slip the bond unbound
She goes where freedom is found
Prima ballerina now she’ll dance
Gaily gaining speed she’ll start to prance
Leaping up the air will free her swift
Graceful strength not seen but felt in lift
Shimmering sheen of pure pearl
Far beyond sight, the freedom girl
Two wings full spread to soar in pride
Fast bound to America by knots untied.
By all means continue to reproduce and create more children.
They are very much needed by the American government
so that they all can be slaughtered in this war that will never end.
Also, keep fueling your cars to continue this war's funding,
because anything less would be considered un American.
Wake up and smell the napalm my friend.
I believe all people have souls
I believe in people who believe in God
And I believe in all the others
We are sisters, we are brothers
Recent world events have shaken my beliefs
Why are we fighting a phony war
Fueled by greed, by power seekers galore?
Those Sayers of Doom whose deeds deride
American People and America’s Pride
(They have lied – and lied – and lied)
They are the Spoilers who covet and value
Captured land over precious human life
These Spoilers hold hands with other Spoilers
And that’s an ugly, un-American sight
Spoilers are nothing but empty shells
They are mindless pathetic fools
These Spoilers are really nothing
But bottomless, cold black holes
Maybe I don’t believe anymore ---
I don’t believe all people have souls.
MY WEEK OFF WORK
I would go back to the amber waving grain
I long to fly to America again
Oh yes it’s corny I know
To say I love America but it is so
When I look around at the restriction
And these old methods and ways of affliction
In my un-American surrounding
And feel the blood in my head pounding
With anger and held-temper
At the man paid to be my gatekeeper
And when I see the planes on their run
Daily westbound into the sun
And I know, as you do,
That there is no one who
Wouldn’t give his rice bowl wood and hard
Or his party membership card
Or her position as third wife in the tent
Or her work in the kraal, lifelong spent,
To board that moving craft
As a drowner boards a life-raft
Watch her slip the bond unbound
She goes where freedom is found
Prima ballerina now she’ll dance
Gaily gaining speed she’ll start to prance
Leaping up the air will free her swift
Graceful strength not seen but felt in lift
Two wings full spread to soar in pride
Shimmering sheen of pure pearl
Diminishing sight, the freedom girl
Fast bound to America by knots untied.
MY CONFESSION
Oh yes it’s corny I know
To say I love America but it is so
When I look around at the restriction
And these old methods and ways of affliction
In my un-American surrounding
And feel the blood in my head pounding
With anger and held-temper
At the man paid to be my gatekeeper
And when I see the planes on their run
Daily westbound into the sun
And I know, as you do,
That there is no one who
Wouldn’t give his rice bowl wood and hard
Or his party membership card
Or her position as third wife in the tent
Or her work in the kraal, lifelong spent,
To board that moving craft
As a drowner boards a life-raft.
Watch her slip the bond. Unbound,
She goes where freedom is found.
Prima ballerina now she’ll dance
Gaily gaining speed she’ll start to prance
Leaping up the air will free her swift
Graceful strength not seen but felt in lift
Two wings full spread to soar in pride
Shimmering sheen of pure pearl
Diminishing sight, the freedom girl
Fast bound to America by knots untied.
The Un-American has no say,
he/she has to put up with anyone
or anything that comes their way,
They better not fall in love with
an American girl or chap,
or else they'll experience harrasment until
they give him/her back,
This is the prejudice that exists in the great USA,
even in 2010,
Today, as we celebrate The Constitution
and Independence,
Americans have to look deeper within
themselves,
"Although a parson may christen his child first,"
We should never promise resoidents better and give them worse,
There is no need to omit hard working foreigners from having
their fair share,
They are not the people Americans should fear,
Many times its their own, that seem picture-perfect
with all the right words to say, that will defect,
They are the ones who will cause America
to have a Dooms Day.
Arizona
Here is another poem I would like to share
July fourth is again here
Our flag colors are red white and blue
If you don’t like us you know what you can do
Americans we are
The best by far
It’s a disgrace for any American Government or State
To boycott Arizona is UN-American and promoting hate
I love my country with all loyalty
I love our ideas and democracy
I enjoy my freedom all too well
But recently America has made me say what the hell
A news-man on TV once told me,
That this country is perfectly fine We live in meritocracy
Based off talents, hard work, and a working based currency
I replied to the screen, haven’t you seen
Plans of bailout, political corruption, and CEO fiends
He interrupted my statement to say,
If you disagree with our government you live in an un-American way
I said well hell that’s unfair; I criticize our government constructively because I care
I yelled I just want see change, I just wanna help this country through my minor things!!
The newsman then said, believe what I say support current system or else bad things lie
ahead
My roommate walked into the room and said, this man knows his sh-t James his books I
read,
I said oh hell America might be dead.
It's the sleepless moments that define me:
Shattered
Unresolved to the illusion of affluence and prosperity.
Addition involves numbers...
Margins, profits, realty
which
Marginalize the prophets under the reality
that the bottom line hangs
Righteously
Above
those on the
bottom.
Color is never as important as the color
Green
Which stains and devours
The red
The white
The blue
Metaphor that is "unalienable" or "manifest destiny" or more clearly
A "Dream" we are too comfortable living in and for and with
While
Suffering stirs just behind our sight "by the dawn's early light."
It is 6:12 am.
I am awake, again.
Angry.
Unapologetic.
Un-American
because, I feel,
Deeply,
The cries of humanity,
Drowning
Out the illusion of
Nationality.
I dream no more.
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