Most Commented Political / Social Poems (810)

If a day passed by...

And I haven't remember

To wish you

a morning as sweet as sugar

And I began Scribble like a child

Meaningless words over the surface of of a notebook

Don't get bored by my amazement and silence

And don't think anything has changed

When I don't say I love you

it means that I love even more

If you showed up one day in a dress

So green like

The grass of lakes

And your hair thrown over your shoulders

Like the sea, like the splattered dimention of night

And as I started deeply inhaling my smoke

Don't judge me , calling me cold

And don't think my heart has became a stone

and through illusion , I grow your hair

Wheat, almond, and forests of thyme

if you sat in front of me long enough

Like a queen made of scents and alabaster

And you closed my eyes off you

Neglected the grouch of the perfumed shirt

Do not believe that I do not see you

Because, something's are seen better through the mind

In the shadows, your perfume has it's own voice

And the dimensions of your eyes has become wider

I love you more than love, itself.. but

Let me see you as I've always imagined

How broad can bald eagle
spread wings?
Over Gag and Magog,
to the east,
and the place of morning calm

When she is molting
a spot is unclothed,
New Orleans
in the south
Red China swelling in Asia
with great sway

An occult war
manufacturing frivolity
Mind control,
weapons of mass destruction;
a birthday gift
placed in gullible palms

Buttons are pushed
away from books
and noisy playgrounds
Slaves to the control,
mind control
Tomorrow’s men
are made in China

Moody's in the mood to short sell
Congress's word to someday pay
sounds harsh but might be as well
political kids spoilin' just to play

forget the lunch, can't break-the-fast
for some, free is freedom to turn away
ignore basic facts, easier to lambaste
opponents and leave tomorrow in disarray

empty rhetoric is taxing my patience
'stead of taxing our monied ability
planking on opinion without complaisance
cliff leap before compromise with civility

chaotic lurching of well-oiled-machine
still with fits and spurts it grinds on
how democracy runs, is anything but clean
gentlemen-statesmen's days are long gone

if ever there were, a whole other debate
with contemplative points to be sure
the pros and cons can't always equate
political work is anything but demure

© agoodguy2have 2011-07-14

The next year I worked so hard
That time just flew on past
Things that been let go too long
Like paint upon the walls

Nineteen fifty two rolled round
A year of many happenings
King George passed away
The country was in mourning

Elizabeth took up the crown
She was coronated
The King is dead long live the Queen
The sentiment was echoed

A nuclear blast of western coast
At Monte Bello Island
This weapon could destroy us all
What were the British thinking

Immigrants from far flung lands
Were arriving in our nation
Those we fought in years gone by
Now sought us out for shelter

Was in fifty three that I met her
Her beauty was astounding
Her family were immigrants
Austria they were leaving

I was barely twenty seven
And she was just nineteen
Though language was a barrier
I could not let her be

We spent the hours attempting to talk
Of this and that and other
Somehow we managed to communicate
And love slowly blossomed

Was in fifty four with heart in hand
I pledged eternal love
On my knee the question asked
Will you life's journey share

You cannot imagine happiness
Or how I felt that day
Mary agreed to be my wife
And next year to be married

In February of fifty nine
The government decided
No longer did we close at six
Till ten pm stayed open

With this came a change of face
A dining room we opened
Now they came for meal and drink
And a game of darts after

So rapidly the day drew near
The day of our marriage
Came the day my nerves were shot
I had to have a whisky

Down the aisle like floating angel
Came my sweet, sweet Mary
Veil that covered all her face
And a long train behind her

Once again the old man stopped
The look so far away
In mind's eye he saw his bride
The way she looked that day

So young was she, so beautiful
And mine forever be
I lifted veil to kiss her lips
And husband and wife were we

We settled in behind the pub
My joy knew no bounds
This I'd longed for all my life
Our souls joined as one

Such excitement we'd never seen
When fifty six rolled round
Melbourne had the Olympic Games
and we bought a TV

Spellbound we would watch this box
Such a modern marvel
Well.....back then it was
There was nothing like it

I'd barely turned thirty one
When I became a father
Catherine was the name we gave
This precious little bundle

Hair as fine as silken gold
And eyes of deep sky blue
A smile to make the angels sing
That was my little girl

When I was thirty three
A son was given me
Strong and sturdy, full of smiles
Bertram we called him

A world unknown since the dawn of ages
Lays deep in the hearts of the truly wise
The truth revealed only in small stages
Perfection approached over swirling lies

What's more to love to surrender oneself
Falling into the arms of another
No piercing arrows of a little elf
For passion's fire despair will soon smother

Simple truth reflected in our nature
We must nourish a gentle loving race
A baby will cling to life we nurture
A time hard for our memory to trace

The value of every human life
Is equal in a world devoid of strife

Man will change
like chameleon
clothed in envy
Amid the evergreen leaves
objectives are concealed

Man will change
Like Vancouver doffing orange sun
and Gaspésie dressed in white,
pallid like them southern cotton fields;
they are honest measures of changes

Man will change
like a day donning darkness
after sunbeams are swallowed up in mystery
His shrewdness will hide former faces
He will breathe in open secrets

Man will change,
and tread like Cain
when his brother’s blood cried
from the soil
their ancestors’ sweat grew cassava and pomegranate

After thirty pieces were pocketed,
did he not translated
to one sorry for his plight more than his deeds?
Man will change
into the dragon he is fond of

Man will change
like a woman removing layers
in the closet of her chamber
after a winter’s night clothed her in warmth
Man will change everything but underwear;
his road lies under his skin

Children of Africa


The sun, a ball of fire...a brazen orange glow
Dried up riverbanks, no water there to flow

No crops, means no food, what are they to do
People out In Africa need help from me and you

Children crying, even dying
Eyes shrunken in their heads

Tattered clothes, no shoes on their feet
for them no comfy beds

Filled with pain, a mother starts to cry
No milk in her breast to feed, her child will surely die

A war zone all around them, danger everywhere
the world sits by and watches, doesn’t anybody care?

Children should be carefree, playing and laughing out loud
not laying in a hut somewhere, covered by a shroud

We moan about such trivial things, what comic books to buy
I now think of the African kids, I let out a frustrating sigh!

So much that we can do, we have more than enough to share
Donate some of my pocket money, let them know I care

I know that is wouldn’t take much
To show these starving children, a tender and human touch

Sometimes we must fail
To rise, sink to swim –
Sometimes we must be ugly
To be beautiful

The goslings fell and fell
Their first second and third
Attempt at flying

But they kept getting up
Running and dancing
Backwards and forwards
Lifting and flapping
Higher with each attempt

Sometimes we must lay
Down our pride
Like a sword
And bare our souls and hearts

Sometimes we must anchor
Ourselves in pain
To lift the veils of change

For change can come
Like a twister
Or grow steady like a tree
Sometimes we must fail, we must let go
To grow…and

One never fails when one
dares to change
One never fails when one
dares to fail

What if distance didn't matter
And dreams all over planet roamed
Our minds never in such a tatter
Where angry seas never foamed
When such sacred love be universal
Peaceful tribes live side by side
Never needing this much rehearsal
For spreading all such love worldwide
Watch for signs for that which brings
Something greater is then progressed
Symbolic an old cracked bell rings
When people were feeling surpressed

The rear window won't defog
The wheel is making a grinding noise
The brake light is on and it's a mean looking red
The engine light is on
The brake light is on
The engine gasket is leaking oil
The muffler is making noise
The car got hit and the trunk has a huge dent
The car is rusting real bad where you fill the car with gas
The speedometer won't work
The windshield wipers won't go all the way down
The console is cracked
The car is rusty in spots, especially underneath
The headlights are foggy
The car doesn't get more than 24 miles to the gallon
The suspension is shot, so the tires wear down when it bounces
The radio keeps eating my tapes
But
I'm saving a few bucks by not buying brand new