Newest Political / Social Poems (810)

Long and hard has been his walk,
From lush valleys and verdant forests,
To the present-day concrete jungles,
Hell-holes, all of them...

Many have been the grievous wounds the ape received,
And continues to receive,
As he marches on to his nadir,
The almost-darkness that has befallen,
Homo sapiens, sapiens...

From the first bottle of milk his tender lips embrace,
To the first apple he sinks his teeth into,
To the first steak he devours as a proud and hungry young man,
He is wounded by hormones, antibiotics, pesticides, herbicides, fungicides and insecticides,
The assault continues with the irradiation of food,
And now, he faces a new nightmare,
"Frankenfood", otherwise known as genetically modified ‘food’ fit only for Mary Shelley's character Frankenstein and the monster he created...

Let’s also not forget the deep and almost incurable mental, emotional, psychological and spiritual trauma,
Inflicted on him by a desperately black and dragon-hearted group of nth-degree satanic beings, hell-bent only on worshipping the almighty dollar and multiplying it by spilling the innocent blood of all in sight...

On the beaches, in homes, in restaurants, I watch in utter despair,
As once-beautiful, healthy babies now in their middle ages,
Have been turned into unsightly, obese and disease-ridden blobs of rotting flesh,
Ripe pickings for a brutal ‘big-pharma’, dedicated to anything but natural, vibrant health,
Interested only in the obscene profits to be made from milking the savings of fear-laden, injured souls, seeking some relief from their many wounds,
By peddling them toxic products, designed only to mask the symptoms and cure... nothing...,
Fattening the already bloated purses of Wall-Street sharks...

The wounds are endless, for both the male and female of the species,
School, false higher education, society and trendiness, banksters, credit cards and mortgages, taxes, prisons for profit, etc., etc. ad nauseam...

Will the wounded ape ever receive lasting healing...???

He glances at the table
That's waiting along with
His portable stage, to
Be pushed in front of the camera.
Uncle Miltie, finishing
Up a joke that's reminiscent
Of something he told years ago,
Delivers the punch line.
The studio audience howls
With laughter; who knows how
Many people in homes, in front
Of television stores or sitting
In bars, are laughing as hard.
Countless people, soon to be
HIS audience!

He smiles, there's no hard feelings,
Milt came to him, personally to
Ask that he be on his show.
That meant something!
He told Milton it would not
Be the same; trying to argue
His way out, instead off saying no.

Uncle Miltie, standing in
Front of the camera, introduces
The Men from Texaco; he'll be on
After the Men who wear the
Big Bright Texaco Star, advertising
Gas stations, and all the
Eminites that came with
Filling 'er up.

Stage hands start pushing
The platform with the fourteen
Full length poles and it's
Fifteenth short one.
He pushes the table himself.
Protecting the treasure that
Lays on it; the plates.

Fifteen plates of the
Finest Austrian crystal,
These were to be his retirement
Bon voyage to Vaudeville.
While on a London tour,
Burns and Allen, who were
Married, persuaded
Him to take in the sights,
Along with Jack Benny and
His young wife named Mary.
He was single, so he asked a
Londoner chorous girl to
Act as tour guide.

The Concept of Money - Oct 5, 2009
Jim Magee - Poet of the "Common" Man
Dedicated to all my "common" "brothers and sisters"

The concept of money has been on my mind, quite a lot these past days
That printed paper, backed up by rocks,
Can make the whole world so totally crazed
A devious scheme by a master-mind - to keep the majority down
And their plan is working if everyone's face
Is constantly wearing a frown

No=one should ever have to endure
Homelessness, suffering or hunger
Just the mere thought of a night without heat
should be helping your mind to grow stronger

Help everyone with all that you can
That should be your main objective
And do it with love and patience and caring
It's a gift tho, not a directive

When we think of all the resources we have
There's no need to leave anyone wanting
When you see the news clips of the homeless and ill
The pictures are really quite haunting

If everyone, everywhere would gather together
And all be the "Family of Man"
The combined worlds consciousness would create a new beginning
And it's not a case of "COULD, but rather CAN!!!"

Insurance Companies!!!
Jim Magee - Poet of the Common Man
Dedicated to more crooks than I have space to name

Insurance companies, are one of my favorite topics to talk about now
How they take all your money and give so little back
Just simply should not be allowed
Anyone who thinks that "they're" on their side
Must really be smoking good dope
Because to help you out and not rake in the profits
Is more than even JEHOVAH could hope

We all need, just a glimmer of lite
In this world filled with darkness & fear
All we can do is "stand by to stand by"
"Someone please, get me out of here"

Just keep on "knowing" that it will all work out well
Someone has got your back door
Even tho sometimes it's hard to believe
And being faithful is really a chore

Most times their lack of integrity stinks
With you asking "what did I do?"
to cause you to treat me with such little respect
I always paid, what more could I do?

Don't feel sad "little Topo Jijo
Good times are well on their way
Maybe you'll get lucky in the things that you do
You might even have time to play

But play while you can, cuz soon things will change
It's been written, long before this
Just look around and find that someone special
Settle back and give each other a kiss

As you're kissing each other, don't forget to give thanks
For all that's been given to you
And know in your heart that you've done your best
And your best, is all you need do

IF ONLY EVERYONE FELT THAT WAY!

The Land is Free - Sept 26, 2009
Jim Magee - Poet of the "Common" Man
Dedicated to the Citizens of the World

The land is free but he living is not
Somebody's got to get paid
That is always the way that it's been
Damn near since the beginning of days

Who makes the money? You'll just never know
And that is the way that they like it
You're in the dark - they've got candles and match
But you guessed it - they never will strike it

While you do everything that's in your power
To help everybody you can
They take and they take - till our spirits - they break
I know that I'm not their fan

It costs you to live and it costs you to die
There just doesn't seem to be any justice
All you can do, is just wonder why
Most governments have the nerve to say - "TRUST US"

I Think Not!

Men lean on shovels
Orange barrels block the road
Tax dollars at work

“Only play makes the man whole and unfolds both sides of his nature at
once. Man only plays when he is in the fullest sense of the word a human
being, and he is only a human being when he plays.”
German philosopher Frederick Schiller


as a holistic healer, i constantly have to think of ways to improve our health,
play, is, by far, one of the best modalities i have discovered,
why?
it is its own reward and its motives are pure,
to play...

.
let's ponder this for a moment,
play has inherent value, no one needs to evaluate it and give it worth,
in contrast, most other activities develop a value after their completion,
but with play, one enjoys it while one is engaged in it,
how more holistic can it get?


someone once called life “the game of the gods.”,
the ancient greeks were good at play,
Hermes was noted for his pranks,
amongst the indigenous tribes that live in North and Central America, the coyote represents the prankster who apparently acts purely for its own animal benefit,
at least one writer depicts him as 'the non-chalant-genital-scratcher', no matter whose company he's in,
{personally, i would draw the line there, but, hey, who knows, anyone with experience let us know...???}
all ancient primitive tribes ended most days with a dance and song around the evening fire after their meal,
folks, history shows us that there were very few psychopaths if any, in those fun-loving ancient tribes...

if we hearken back on our lives, many of us will agree that many of the happiest times of our lives were when we were at play,
does it not behoove us therefore to see more of life as play?
imagine if we began board-meetings with a song and dance,
man, that would loosen some tight asses, i bet,
imagine how much more effective teaching would be if some fun/play was introduced in the mind-numbing classes of schools across the globe,
And yes, making love, is definitely play...,
why, none less than Marianne Williamson said in one of her books, that we would eradicate crime overnight if everyone[adult, please!]got laid every night,

play, anyone...

I was watching my fellow-travellers on this globe, frolicking in the waves today,
I had already done my frolicking, and was relaxing with a cuppa,[a Frappe, nice ice-cold Greek coffee with a tad of milk, shaken in a blender, mmm..., wouldn’t mind some now...],
I like mine extra-strong, with a kick like a mule’s...

Suddenly a ‘little mermaid’ caught my eye,
Not just because she was young, lithe and drop-dead gorgeous,
Honest, no, she just happened to appear in my field of vision...
Well, you may say, nothing unusual about that, the beaches are filled with beautiful young women these days..., true,
What was different about this little mermaid is that she was trying to ‘get away’,
But, she was accompanied by a gangly, skinny, youth with a skin as white as ivory, in contrast to her warm, come-to-me tan...

I watched with a melancholy kind of amusement, the "tet a tet" between these two, whilst pondering the ‘folly’ of youth,
He ungainly hopped and skipped like an awkward, testosterone-filled giraffe, and a fever only a dervish dancer can muster,
She, smooth and graceful like the mythical Aphrodite, our island is famed for,
He, encircling her like a possessive octopus,
She, elegantly trying every trick in the book to escape his suffocating tentacles, and just enjoy the surf...
The octopod, however, sensing that this one wanted to get away, simply tightened his grip...

The feminine spirit has great patience when it comes to dealing with the masculine,
I marvelled that the little mermaid kept politely trying and trying to spread her wings,
But, sadly, this was one little mermaid that couldn’t,
As my eye tired and wandered away,
I sent a silent request to the divine,
That her life would not forever be ‘control-freaked’ by her beau, and that one day,
She would cast out, and swim to her destiny unfettered by an unhealthy bond...

She emailed me out of the blue,
And claimed to look for love so true.
I was suspicious but I thought,
I'd play along, see what it brought.

I sent to her my alias,
Old throw-away email address.
We chatted for a little while,
I then saw through and had to smile.

Her profile said she's from the states,
Though this, in fact, was not the case.
While her page said California,
She's somewhere deep in Africa.

I've blocked her now from my I.M.,
The scammers, I've no time for them.
For ones like this there's no excuse,
Profile deleted for abuse!

The phrase "smart alec" arose from the exploits of Alec Hoag.
A celebrated pimp, thief, and confidence man,
Hoag, his wife Melinda, and accomplice "French Jack",
operated various con games in New York City in the 1840s.
Most was done by pickpocketing,
with Melinda taking the victim's pocketbook,
while the victim was otherwise engaged,
surreptitiously handing it to Hoag or French Jack.
The key to this activity was that they did so,
in close association with two police officers,
who shared the loot and provided protection.
In the "panel game" trick,
Melinda would make her victim lay his clothes
upon a chair near a secret panel.
She would then take him to her arms
and closely draw the curtains of the bed.
With the dupe not likely to heed outside noises,
she would cough, and Alec would slily enter,
rifle the pockets of every farthing or valuable thing,
then disappear as mysteriously as he entered.
The victim was persuaded to hurrily leave through a window,
when Alec banging on the door, posed as an aggrieved husband.
Hoag used this trick to avoid paying off the police.
When he was caught, the cops were in no mood to aid him.