Poems About Politics Seeking Friendly Advice
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Poems about politics seeking friendly advice. Friendly advice and comments have been requested for these poems.
To see love win
I cannot change the system from within,
so why stay here, stuck in the status quo?
I know I might not live to see love win.
When frightened minds see human love as sin
and power players change rules as they go,
it’s risky changing systems from within.
I feel the judgement even from my kin,
who say that change is moving far too slow
and don’t have time to wait to see love win.
But change by force will only change the spin,
as new oppressors rise up from below.
To end the cycle, hearts must change within.
...
so why stay here, stuck in the status quo?
I know I might not live to see love win.
When frightened minds see human love as sin
and power players change rules as they go,
it’s risky changing systems from within.
I feel the judgement even from my kin,
who say that change is moving far too slow
and don’t have time to wait to see love win.
But change by force will only change the spin,
as new oppressors rise up from below.
To end the cycle, hearts must change within.
...
#oppression
#politics
#religion
#rebellion
#NaPoWriMo2024
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Bullshit
Why is fake news?
Called fake news?
In the good ole' days
'We' used a more direct approach
It was simply called bullshit
And was oft used as a pronoun
Normally associated with certain individuals
Known for speaking untruths, aka lies
Such as 'bullshit Bob' etc
I did know someone
Who called themselves bullshit Dave
Or whatever his name was
But i kind of respected him for that
For his honesty
About his dishonesty
But then again
Maybe he was bullshitting
About being a bullshitter
Nice...
Called fake news?
In the good ole' days
'We' used a more direct approach
It was simply called bullshit
And was oft used as a pronoun
Normally associated with certain individuals
Known for speaking untruths, aka lies
Such as 'bullshit Bob' etc
I did know someone
Who called themselves bullshit Dave
Or whatever his name was
But i kind of respected him for that
For his honesty
About his dishonesty
But then again
Maybe he was bullshitting
About being a bullshitter
Nice...
#politics
#LifeStruggles
#honesty #deception
#honesty #deception
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Good Gop, Bad Gop
If only the GOP was a force for all
ah, what miracles would they have achieved
but they squander stuff and like Satan will fall
They make up ills where there's no call at all
then bawl out loud just to cause some more grief
if only the GOP was a force for all...
Instead of the baggage that they they all haul
like the stuff of their sex-offence-in-chief
cause he squanders stuff and like Satan falls
This trump harps 'bout love but unlike St Paul
it is love of self and the things he thieves
if only the GOP was a...
ah, what miracles would they have achieved
but they squander stuff and like Satan will fall
They make up ills where there's no call at all
then bawl out loud just to cause some more grief
if only the GOP was a force for all...
Instead of the baggage that they they all haul
like the stuff of their sex-offence-in-chief
cause he squanders stuff and like Satan falls
This trump harps 'bout love but unlike St Paul
it is love of self and the things he thieves
if only the GOP was a...
#corruption
#politics
#villanelle
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The Giggle
The Giggle
In the misty, murky mire of a mangled, marshy mud
rose a Moon betwixt the shadows ‘neath a starry night above.
No bird beat wings. No mouse did squeak. Not even an owl’s hoot
could pierce the stillness clinging to the trees and plants and roots.
I stomped upon a cigarette. The embers fumed and fizzled.
As I turned to go back inside, I swore I heard a giggle;
not large but small, not big but tiny, not huge but very wee,
behind the house down by the marsh’s solitary tree.
I stepped on leaves. I sloshed thru...
In the misty, murky mire of a mangled, marshy mud
rose a Moon betwixt the shadows ‘neath a starry night above.
No bird beat wings. No mouse did squeak. Not even an owl’s hoot
could pierce the stillness clinging to the trees and plants and roots.
I stomped upon a cigarette. The embers fumed and fizzled.
As I turned to go back inside, I swore I heard a giggle;
not large but small, not big but tiny, not huge but very wee,
behind the house down by the marsh’s solitary tree.
I stepped on leaves. I sloshed thru...
#politics
#nature
#TruthOfLife
#humankind
#LifeCycle
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5 Comments
The King Will...
#politics
#peace
#sexy #seductive
#sexy #seductive
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Pollutant Mutants
The worlds' leaders' ego's
So, so big
They forget the importance
Of the quality of human life
And respect
For the planet that feeds us
A suffering of neglect
Power hungry
Genocidal lunatics
Are disconnected from humanity
But not from their vanity
They are the pollution
The poison
The pollutant mutants
Their power
Ever dour
by Jemia
So, so big
They forget the importance
Of the quality of human life
And respect
For the planet that feeds us
A suffering of neglect
Power hungry
Genocidal lunatics
Are disconnected from humanity
But not from their vanity
They are the pollution
The poison
The pollutant mutants
Their power
Ever dour
by Jemia
#corruption
#politics
#fate
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The Stupid Schmucks...
The stupid schmuck philanthropist's
of the blind red states kiss the fist
formed from his gimme, grifting hand,
blind to sleight of hand dammed and scammed
by slick, quick-fired verbal twists...
Hiding agenda's hidden gists;
under feigned patriotic mists,
funding this fat-cat's thieving brand,
the stupid schmucks!
Agog with lies this grifter's dished
awed by grifting propaganda blitz,
steered by cheap glitzy rousing bands ...
of the blind red states kiss the fist
formed from his gimme, grifting hand,
blind to sleight of hand dammed and scammed
by slick, quick-fired verbal twists...
Hiding agenda's hidden gists;
under feigned patriotic mists,
funding this fat-cat's thieving brand,
the stupid schmucks!
Agog with lies this grifter's dished
awed by grifting propaganda blitz,
steered by cheap glitzy rousing bands ...
#corruption
#politics
#greed
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Thoughts
Blue clouds above. Magic in a pencil. A utensil in a
glove box. Bilingual Spanish moss. Eggs or popsicle
sticks are no longer cheaper by the dozen. But!
Coming of age means tattoos and SmartPhones. The
Jack in the Box may be transgendered and Barbie
now has implants. Antisemitism is the new rage but
Jesus was a Jew. Now whatcha going do! Politicians
are hypocrites and answer to special interest groups.
When was the last time you saw kids on bicycles or
skipping a rope? Why is my pepperoni as thin as a
postage stamp?
glove box. Bilingual Spanish moss. Eggs or popsicle
sticks are no longer cheaper by the dozen. But!
Coming of age means tattoos and SmartPhones. The
Jack in the Box may be transgendered and Barbie
now has implants. Antisemitism is the new rage but
Jesus was a Jew. Now whatcha going do! Politicians
are hypocrites and answer to special interest groups.
When was the last time you saw kids on bicycles or
skipping a rope? Why is my pepperoni as thin as a
postage stamp?
#corruption
#politics
#ignorance #deception
#ignorance #deception
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Floaters
Floating voters
Currently blocking
The sewage overflow
That lead
Through the middle of
The Houses
(of Parliament)
Where most of the shit
Resides
by Jemia
Currently blocking
The sewage overflow
That lead
Through the middle of
The Houses
(of Parliament)
Where most of the shit
Resides
by Jemia
#politics
#pollution
#satirical
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The Proud Politician
he stands in the halls of power
standing tall and proud
he is a shining star
a champion for the people
his smile looks sincere
his gestures are compassionate
a beacon of hope for the future
but all are pretentiously deceptive
a charmer who kisses babies
kiss the hands of the elderly
shed tears when someone dies
is it the loss of votes you regret
he soothes the masses
with his smooth voice
promises to cure all ills
and to build cities of utopia
pretentious politician quit...
standing tall and proud
he is a shining star
a champion for the people
his smile looks sincere
his gestures are compassionate
a beacon of hope for the future
but all are pretentiously deceptive
a charmer who kisses babies
kiss the hands of the elderly
shed tears when someone dies
is it the loss of votes you regret
he soothes the masses
with his smooth voice
promises to cure all ills
and to build cities of utopia
pretentious politician quit...
#politics
#greed
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4 Comments
Boris
Basketball player extraordinnaire
With the most uncontrollable hair
Became a zip wire butterfly
With a flag on each wing
Was a relief he didn't sing
phwa! phwa! phwa!
It was soon to be unfurled
His curious fascination with Peppa Pig World
A hobby of making buses, out of old wooden crates
And a handshake with a diplomat for nearly two minutes
The look on her face, it seemed like it was infinite
Phwa! phwa! phwa!
A Japanese kid challenged Boris in a Rugby game
Boris charged through him, left the kid nearly lame ...
With the most uncontrollable hair
Became a zip wire butterfly
With a flag on each wing
Was a relief he didn't sing
phwa! phwa! phwa!
It was soon to be unfurled
His curious fascination with Peppa Pig World
A hobby of making buses, out of old wooden crates
And a handshake with a diplomat for nearly two minutes
The look on her face, it seemed like it was infinite
Phwa! phwa! phwa!
A Japanese kid challenged Boris in a Rugby game
Boris charged through him, left the kid nearly lame ...
#politics
#satirical
#funny
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Song of Joy
The organ blasts such great big wind-blown notes
out into the the Sabbath's morning air
bringing a lump to lazy laggards throats
disturbing our Sunday slumbers there.
I can hear a bass-baritone voice, voice
words of joy ''... help the weak and curb the strong...'
'tis such a huge thundering hopefilled noise
to a rapidly gathering throng.
Then all the bells of all the steeples ring
out in ringing appeals in this refrain,
''... build the road of peace before us...'' and sing
your songs of joy in peace, again.
out into the the Sabbath's morning air
bringing a lump to lazy laggards throats
disturbing our Sunday slumbers there.
I can hear a bass-baritone voice, voice
words of joy ''... help the weak and curb the strong...'
'tis such a huge thundering hopefilled noise
to a rapidly gathering throng.
Then all the bells of all the steeples ring
out in ringing appeals in this refrain,
''... build the road of peace before us...'' and sing
your songs of joy in peace, again.
#politics
#rhyming
#historical
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