Political Verse on lit

[bogusbrig]

written on the 30/30, but it fits here too.

i do not like the term 'political,' when it comes to poetry. not mine, anyway. this is about as 'political' as i will allow my writing to get.

All poetry is political and the less political it appears to be, the more political it is.

It's easy to dismiss soapboxing but not to dismiss a good poem which makes the brain cogs turn.

I could take many political meanings from this, it provokes a dialog.

 

[My Erotic Trail]

from behind the walls
of Skulls and Bones
we learn that there are those
who form a gathering
of governing matters
where hearts are torn
so that a mass of ideas
can be spawn and born

 

[MyNecroticSnail]

from behind the walls
of Skulls and Bones
we learn that there are those
who form a gathering
of governing matters
where hearts are torn
so that a mass of ideas
can be spawn and born

<certified platitide free
let's see what you can do with it.
I'd either get rid of, or develop this, by itself it's nothing
hearts are torn

 

[My Erotic Trail]

in the elect
I saw the elephant
step on the donkey's tail
when a mouse
squeaked from the Bush
the elephant Blare
a long winded snout
reaching into the future
its motives... bare

 

[quietpoet]

Thanks for starting the battle!

I hear a lot of buzz about Conservative Democrats being elected in the north and midwest. Kind of like the Dems have been bought out. I'm not so sure of the conservative aspects of the newly elected Dems in the formerly red areas. I think they are more progressive than the former conservatives and less liberal than, say, Barnie Frank. BUT, the one thing the Republican voters had was an uncanny ability to completely overlook the faults of another Republican. That mirror has come out from behind the smoke and has been broken.

The difference between the neocon and the typical VOTING Republican (significantly non-evangelical Christians) has been clearly delineated. Bush is not the cause of the movement, just one of the many symptoms. As rotton as his administration is, they are just puppets of 2 infinitely more sinister challenges: The destruction of the separation of church and state and the huge influence of the military industrial complex on our government. This is the cause of our polarization today and will be the most difficult political task we may ever face to remove it.

It will not happen overnight. There are many battles to be fought and many toothy laws that need to be enacted to never again allow this to happen on our soil. We have just cracked the aura of invincibility, we need to continue to pry.

 

[My Erotic Trail]

I hear a lot of buzz about Conservative Democrats being elected in the north and midwest. Kind of like the Dems have been bought out. I'm not so sure of the conservative aspects of the newly elected Dems in the formerly red areas. I think they are more progressive than the former conservatives and less liberal than, say, Barnie Frank. BUT, the one thing the Republican voters had was an uncanny ability to completely overlook the faults of another Republican. That mirror has come out from behind the smoke and has been broken.

The difference between the neocon and the typical VOTING Republican (significantly non-evangelical Christians) has been clearly delineated. Bush is not the cause of the movement, just one of the many symptoms. As rotton as his administration is, they are just puppets of 2 infinitely more sinister challenges: The destruction of the separation of church and state and the huge influence of the military industrial complex on our government. This is the cause of our polarization today and will be the most difficult political task we may ever face to remove it.

It will not happen overnight. There are many battles to be fought and many toothy laws that need to be enacted to never again allow this to happen on our soil. We have just cracked the aura of invincibility, we need to continue to pry.

I wish I could recall the entire speech that is given at the end of the movie, 'On deadly Ground' which clearly explains how the Oil Industry and money and Power of the world has and will always set the standards for others on this planet. Yet they, the law makers, Oil tycoons and politicians will rape the land and its people by using the law to their advantage. (of course they said it better <grin)

 

[quietpoet]

New One! Yay!!

The Fun House

Memories float through the ether of illusion,
pushing, then pulling, decisions and people
into the sweaty focus of success
or gelatinous pools of ignominy,
frequently cascading the former,
headfirst into the latter.

We remember the twisted mirrors,
contorting faces and bellies into
something feared, perhaps hiding beneath our beds,
just waiting for that perfect, almost asleep moment to…
POUNCE.

We were keen on rooms that made us grow or shrink,
nervously laughing as we changed perspective.
But most of all, from the moment of entrance,
there was always the hidden Agenda,
of course we didn’t know “Agenda”,
but it was always there, a slippery coating
on personal reality, on perceptions.
What really was hiding on the other side
of these well traveled, multi-stained walls?
Maybe skeletons of past visitors waiting for ME
to open that musty looking closet door?
We knew it was there, like in the early morning autumn fog,
levitating around the neighborhood pond,
something mysteriously dark, forever living in the shadows.

We still have this, history sneaking from door to door
in the rambling halls of Congress.
Strings of the average Joe and Jane being pulled
by elected marionettes, silently pledged to secrecy,
only showing one side of the mirror,
the right talking, baby kissing, smiling side.
While deep beneath furrowed brows in hallowed halls,
invisible strings are being pulled,
musty closets padlocked with conditions,
and greasy dollars exchanged.
In deference to their current dominion,
these strings we fondly designate…
Monsanto, Exxon-Mobil, Wal-Mart, Halliburton, et al.

Ah Yes, the fun house hasn’t disappeared in the
inevitable swap of adolescence for maturity.
It is simply the victim of a leveraged buyout.

 

[bluerains]

scars of life be not the program/

The Fun House

Memories float through the ether of illusion,
pushing, then pulling, decisions and people
into the sweaty focus of success
or gelatinous pools of ignominy,
frequently cascading the former,
headfirst into the latter.

We remember the twisted mirrors,
contorting faces and bellies into
something feared, perhaps hiding beneath our beds,
just waiting for that perfect, almost asleep moment to…
POUNCE.

We were keen on rooms that made us grow or shrink,
nervously laughing as we changed perspective.
But most of all, from the moment of entrance,
there was always the hidden Agenda,
of course we didn’t know “Agenda”,
but it was always there, a slippery coating
on personal reality, on perceptions.
What really was hiding on the other side
of these well traveled, multi-stained walls?
Maybe skeletons of past visitors waiting for ME
to open that musty looking closet door?
We knew it was there, like in the early morning autumn fog,
levitating around the neighborhood pond,
something mysteriously dark, forever living in the shadows.

We still have this, history sneaking from door to door
in the rambling halls of Congress.
Strings of the average Joe and Jane being pulled
by elected marionettes, silently pledged to secrecy,
only showing one side of the mirror,
the right talking, baby kissing, smiling side.
While deep beneath furrowed brows in hallowed halls,
invisible strings are being pulled,
musty closets padlocked with conditions,
and greasy dollars exchanged,
In deference to their current dominion,
these strings we fondly name…
Monsanto, Exxon-Mobil, Wal-Mart, Halliburton, et al.

Ah Yes, the fun house hasn’t disappeared in the
inevitable swap of adolescence for maturity.
It is simply the victim of a leveraged buyout.

leveraged...key word...maybe

 

[My Erotic Trail]

leveraged...key word...maybe

world leaders carve out lives
like a thanksgiving day turkey
placing the larger portions
on their own plates and giving
scraps to the dogs and thanking
the cook and dishwasher.

 

[quietpoet]

minimum wage

world leaders carve out lives
like a thanksgiving day turkey
placing the larger portions
on their own plates and giving
scraps to the dogs and thanking
the cook and dishwasher.

For minimum wage, of course, with NO tip!

QP

 

[My Erotic Trail]

For minimum wage, of course, with NO tip!

QP

exactly <grin
toss the dog table scraps
get the maid to clean up the mess


when will they break the mold
that shapes men into leaders
climbing to the top like
a christmas tree 'angel' ornament
keeping in mind they may have
to break a few bulbs to get there
but trained in doing so.

while the trees lights
all the same
together
makes the tree bright