Details |
Lark Pogue Poem
Politicians are just like flies
Great big mouths and bulging eyes
They talk and talk and say very little
And always refuse to meet in the middle
They walk the halls, back and forth
And get themselves all out of sorts
Over some imagined slight
Maybe some reporter will catch the fight
Then they get want they seem to want
On tv! Themselves to flaunt
And the day will come when a law they will make
And praise themselves, then take a break
Laws for the rich to keep down the poor
You don't have to be a woman to be a whore.
Just pay a lobbyist to buy a vote
Or if you're rich enough, just write a note.
The goal seems to be to make themselves a name
They seem to forget the job is not a game
Global warming and immigration
Healthcare reform and nullification
Legalize pot?-Not in Texas
Just build more prison complexes
Over population? Don't mention it!
The religious coffers wouldn't like it a bit
Tax dollars there, tax dollars here
Whose pet project gets done this year?
Forget the homeless, forget the ill
Just spend the money on Capitol Hill
Who needs water, who needs heat
It doesn't matter, there's someone to beat!
All that counts is the party and the pride
And the country is just along for the ride.
If we get smart, our vote they'll not receive
If they continue this practice to deceive.
Copyright © Lark Pogue | Year Posted 2018
|
Details |
Lark Pogue Poem
Ravaged fast-food bags thrown by the way
French fries lumped or scattered
Bits of bread and ketchup, maybe a pickle.
The paper will blow
Or some good soul will pick it up
But the fragments of food fill the bellies
And clog the arteries of the innocents.
The city birds feast.
Copyright © Lark Pogue | Year Posted 2018
|
Details |
Lark Pogue Poem
Yesterday I owned the world
I did what I had to do
And then more.
My home was clean
Laundry caught up
And then a trip to the store.
Children were fed
Sports and lessons done
And they began to soar.
Mistakes were made
Arguments had
The slamming of the door.
Money so tight
Never enough
It turned out we were poor.
Didn’t stay in contact
Lost my friend too soon
Cutting to the core.
Waited to hike the Appalachians
No energy this year
Life was suddenly a chore.
A few more years
Passed again
Opportunities no more.
And I realized I was old.
Copyright © Lark Pogue | Year Posted 2020
|