Last Commented Political / Social Poems (810)

rhetoric right wing
shenanigans politic
citizens left out

undo construction
blockade administration
stimey the country

no aid for the poor
tax the poor not the wealthy
not our fault they're poor

control birth control
no women control their bodies
God is on our side

(I could go on forever....but I'm not gonna')

Just another picture of President Lincoln
Not made of Gold but copper will have to do.
We hope for another shiny one to come our way.
We need a penny for just that time when mom pops
into a candy store. But then we reach and find that
Penny with the lucky clover on it and nope cannot use
that penny it is the lucky one floating around. Try again
and here is another just made out of copper nothing special
other than it takes more than a penny for that candy at
the candy store. So if you’re lucky the cashier may let
you go for just a simple penny to hope you will use your
last lucky clover penny and it will be his to. If I had
a penny I would use it for some candy too. Well I do not
have a penny but I have some candy will that do over
because I have your lucky penny that you lost to my
~~~~~~~~ candy ~~~~~~~~~
©breathless22

He said
She said
What the hell's the matter
Careful how you answer
Never mind the meaning
Watch you ain't preening
Silence is a golden art
to dodge such a fiery dart
So how important is it
To not be such a nitwit
Just know when to say when
I mean when to say 'Amen"
Nothing stokes the flame
Like unkind words inflame
So if your still not sure
Be a little more demure
And tuck your chin in
And make a foolish grin
Better to look the fool
Then open your mouth and prove
Try to have a little couth
Like you need any proof

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

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

She’s open,
She’s friendly,
She’s positive,
She’s energetic...

She’s loving,
She’s loyal,
She’s caring,
She’s not prejudiced...

She’s a wonderful mother,
An able teacher of her brood,
A great listening ear,
And a defender of the underdog...

She can be tough,
She can speak out,
She stands up for what’s right,
Look out all ye nasty-types...

She’s a pioneer,
She’s a self-starter,
She’s supportive,
She’s a homemaker...

She can dance,
She can laugh,
She can empathize,
She can hypnotize...

She’s beautiful,
She’s sassy,
She’s saucy,
She’s sexy...

She can feel,
She can appreciate,
She’s in touch with her passions,
Oooh la la, is she...

Ali
where did you go?
Your fallen crown, your resurrect,
your voice so strong,
lost to the restraint
of misbegotten fate.
We, your progeny
remember: ALI
your blood and spate and voice
that flew about
(float like a butterfly)
Ali, your chin was strong, and stern
your black, proud
your fist a terror frozen, high
(sting like a bee)
your fight much bigger
than the tiny square
you danced as if
there were no rules, no doubt
as if you never knew regret.
You gave each one of us
a little bit of free.

Ali
in Africa (they chanted beyume)
you danced a legendary
fought the boundaries
of hate, the rot of prejudice, you knew
no shame, you spoke in proud, your chin
was strong, your fist flew straight
and always, high
we heard your voice, we saw
you rise and never fall,
Ali, we won't forget.

Happy Old Men



For every old grump
There's a happy one
That spreads joy around
Share the burden
Shoulder the weight
To ease your life a bit

Constantly pay
These compliments
To bring out your smile

It's plain to see
In light they live
To share

The words they speak
Are so uplifting
They make
New friends each day
Hands held out
Gesture giving
Back

Separated from our world we are, ‘tis true
Scavenging, raping, polluting without shame
Taking what our mind conceives is owed
dominion over all we seek all to tame

To find a safe haven within wasteland
going to Mars is a long way to roam
Are we to find out how another, too,
destroyed their once luscious home

The rolling-minstrel poet, said
with words so blue and true
warning of intragalactic garbage
…coming to a planet near you.

Higher Self: So, what’s up?
Me: Not much, how about you?
Don’t be stupid, I am your Higher Self, I’m always great, perfect, in fact..., the question, again, is..., how are you?
I don’t really know, I’m kind of between worlds...
So, what’s new? We both know you spend a large percentage of your life being between dimensions, again, how are you? More to the point, who are you?
I’m me, of course...
Sigh..., is that the best you can do? Tell me who you are?
Relentless, aren’t you? I’m just a drop in an endless ocean..., a singular sunbeam lost forever from its source, some far-away star..., I’m...
Cut the crap, I don’t want poetry, who are you?
Well, in the words of others I’m...
Not interested in the words of others, who do you say you are?
I’m boring...
Nah, you’re ignorant if you say that, who are you?
I’m powerless...
Yes and no, continue...
I am small and vulnerable, an insignificant blob in an endless, ruthless, and dangerous desert...
That’s just a false belief brought on by past, current and anticipated experience, but, its not so, who are you?
Why, oh why does it matter who I am?
When you realize the truth of who you are, then you will give meaning to your existence, and this will make all the difference, otherwise, I’ve wasted my time and the time of those around you, bothering with you...
Honest, I don’t know who I am, help me, give me a clue...
Can’t do that, as you will not value the answer and you will discard it...
I know, I know, I’m energy...
Nope...
But quantum physicists say...
Never mind what quantum physicists say, you’re not energy, who are you?
I feel that I’m just a video game God is amusing itself with...
Keep trying...
You know what, Mr Higher Self, I don’t care who I am, I am, and that’s all that counts...
My, my, finally, we’re getting somewhere, continue...
And, provided I’m not hurting anyone else or myself, its perfectly all right to be me, I don’t have to change, be ambitious, accomplish, march to another’s drum, etc., ad nauseam... And, finally, I accept and love and like myself...
Bravo, continue...
And if anyone doesn’t like the way I am, they can lump it... Phew, thanks Higher Self, this was good therapy, but, you know something you wily old rascal, I suspect[heck I know without doubt]that there’s a LOT more to the story than you’ve helped me uncover so far, isn’t there?
Lucky for all of us, yes, there is, but its good and exciting, and you will slowly uncover the core essence as you keep peeling the layers of this eternal onion... And you will not ever be alone, I will always be there with you...
I love you, know that?
Yes, and I love you too...