Politics Poems
102. Parallels
by Kea Campbell
Light from two bulbs drapes over my bathroom mirror;
One filament severed and the other quite near.
Steam fogs my reflection from the uselessness of the shower.
A familiar feeling of my lungs: wrangled and floundered.
Sago by my sill, most placate, my mind.
A kind sight to your eye; you'd die for a bite.
White-potted for pleasantries, and loved to a tee.
Mutualistic co-habitants in a cycle of exchanging O2 for C.
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99. In My Perfect World
by Kea Campbell
In a perfect world, you and I could saunter— free.
Breathing fresh, salt-licked air.
Where the ocean reaches for our feet, and the sun melts into the sea, and the sky drapes over its long lost twin.
Where the forest and the sky and the land love humanity dearly, like a neighborhood that could thrive for eternity.
In a perfect world, there would be no bicker of capitalists and environmentalists— merely political empathy.
I dream of boring news channels.
When red, white, and blue don't seem so embarrassing, nor disgraceful to half of the country, and "liberty and justice for all" hugs "all" comfortably.
When the government is wed to candor bound by the promise of life and liberty, and diplomacy relieves, and monopolies fancy consumers' well-being.
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Bones For The Poor
by Jonathan Tafreg
Bones for poor, flesh for rich
Take your water, I'm not a fish
Don't forget this in your speech
I'm still a poor man.
They say we have many parks,
They say we have many trees,
They say we have many mines,
I'm still a poor man.
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Suction World Cup
by Jimmy Graham
Don't let the merry men of the Highway overthrow everything you thought you deserved! You came to your classrooms early and remained a tad late, but not too late. We had our daily chores that seemed to amuse, stimulate, and fascinate the previous generation of distracted-worker-bees.The philosophy of the non-seeker became a way to manage your misery. It hit me like a shard of brick-I think perhaps that Marxism( being so much like a life draining, color absorbing, vampiric sucking-suck machine) may have achieved world domination and we were too sucked-off to realize. It’s all so self destructive . The Sucker has made a Sucker of himself in the most sucky way.
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Bidens Quandary
by Dr. Robert Ippaso
Mumbling, stumbling, inaudible rambling,
The pity, the pain all but Biden now feel,
A spent man bereft, resorting to grumbling,
The fishing line out for opponents to reel.
How did we now reach this insufferable place,
Where a once wily Joe spun his fine web,
Enticing, enveloping with street gotten grace,
His mock Irish banter making folks fall in step.
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Suction World Cup
by Jimmy Graham
Don't let the merry men of the Highway overthrow everything you thought you deserved! You came to your classrooms early and remained a tad late, but not too late. We had our daily chores that seemed to amuse, stimulate, and fascinate the previous generation of distracted-worker-bees.The philosophy of the non-seeker became a way to manage your misery. It hit me like a shard of brick-I think perhaps that Marxism( being so much like a life draining, color absorbing, vampiric sucking-suck machine) may have achieved world domination and we were too sucked-off to realize. It’s all so self destructive . The Sucker has made a Sucker of himself in the most sucky way.
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102. Parallels
by Kea Campbell
Light from two bulbs drapes over my bathroom mirror;
One filament severed and the other quite near.
Steam fogs my reflection from the uselessness of the shower.
A familiar feeling of my lungs: wrangled and floundered.
Sago by my sill, most placate, my mind.
A kind sight to your eye; you'd die for a bite.
White-potted for pleasantries, and loved to a tee.
Mutualistic co-habitants in a cycle of exchanging O2 for C.
......
99. In My Perfect World
by Kea Campbell
In a perfect world, you and I could saunter— free.
Breathing fresh, salt-licked air.
Where the ocean reaches for our feet, and the sun melts into the sea, and the sky drapes over its long lost twin.
Where the forest and the sky and the land love humanity dearly, like a neighborhood that could thrive for eternity.
In a perfect world, there would be no bicker of capitalists and environmentalists— merely political empathy.
I dream of boring news channels.
When red, white, and blue don't seem so embarrassing, nor disgraceful to half of the country, and "liberty and justice for all" hugs "all" comfortably.
When the government is wed to candor bound by the promise of life and liberty, and diplomacy relieves, and monopolies fancy consumers' well-being.
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93. So, Defeating
by Kea Campbell
Fingers rest at F and J and the keys ask, “How are you?”
My hands are speechless… “I’m okay, just feeling out of tune.”
Tired eyes from trauma and headaches from national news,
Unable to side with the hypocrite Demis or self-centered men in blue suits.
Pardon my pessimism, but the present is all too intense.
I empathize with the 15.4 million and contemplate the 49 thousand.
What a shame of how difficult it is to find a true friend,
But I reap what I sow, considering I no longer make an attempt.
Don’t get the wrong idea if I can’t find any more of me to give.
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The Sledgehammer - in Trumps own words
by Dr. Robert Ippaso
Folks ask why
I chose Elon as my guy,
Smart and tough
Knows how to fight even when rough,
Let him loose
To put woke projects in the noose,
Cause a stir
For progressives to deter,
Stop the rot
That placed us all in this garotte.
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