Political / Social Poems (810)

I watched the opening ceremony of the 2014 Winter Olympics at Sochi
The red ring failed to open up into a ring
The colors of the rings as well as the white background
Can be found on all the flags of the world
This is our first time competing in Russia
We boycotted the games played in 1980
The colors of the rings are blue, black, and red on top
With yellow and green on the bottom
I like the winter olympics better than the summer Olympics
My favorite is the ski jump
I also like the bobsled, luge, speed skating(short track)
Curling, freestyle skiing, and snowboarding
I like to watch hockey live as I do watch the Dubuque Fighting Saints
But like baseball, it just doesn't appeal to me to watch it on tv
Norway has the most winter Olympic medals with 303
The United States of America has the second most with 253
Austria takes third place with 201
The work involved to be an Olympian is tremendous
I think just to represent your country is a huge accomplishment
I wish them all much success and safety
As some of the events can be very dangerous
Luge and ski jumping come to mind
The safest would have to be curling
I would like to try that one some day
Ski jumping
Forget it!

Together it’s
Apparent
We all see
What we get
There all along
No hidden doors
Or secret agendas
Insider trading
Kickbacks
Bribes
Corruption
Politics
Not clouding
Or blurring
Light
Vision
Truth
Promise
Prosperity
God Bless
Nothing

Into the bowels of the earth we descend
Down into the pit of hell
Crawling on hands and knees to mine
This precious fuel they call coal

Now Petey and I we are almost men
He is ten and I'm eleven
Been working here, down this mine
These last two years and month now

Mum is counting on us as men
Since Dad died from consumption
Coughed every night, spat out blood
Now gone to be with Jesus

The work is hard, it's hot down here
To work by flickering candlelight
The dust so thick, you always taste it
It makes you cough and splutter

We've almost reached the coal face
When I can hear some rumbling
I turned my head to speak to Petey
When the world collapsed around me

I don't know how long I lay there
When sense returned to me
By the flickering light I could see
The roof caved in behind me

Now I don't know if Petey was safe
Or if Petey was buried under
But what I knew and the news was bad
This was a miner's worst nightmare

Not a breeze came through, no fresh air
The tunnel tightly sealed
I think I knew deep in my heart
My bones would find rest here

Time passed, don't know how long
The candle burned away
The last light my eyes did see
Then blackness all around

I had seen night and I'd seen black
But never before black like this
The silence too was deafening
A tear squeezed from my eye

I cannot cry, I am a man
But the tears slid down my cheeks
I told myself for Mum I cried
What will become of her

The air so stale, tis hard to breathe
My eyelids heavy, drooping
Slowly I drift off to sleep
Tomorrow I'll awake in heaven

Bustled Boys in dressed suits,
Swanky cars on the loose,
All houses big not small,
Are they the ones who play ball?
Standing watch them make a speech,
To everyone they speak,
Promises made without thought,
Are we the ones that lost,
They seem to list it down,
Who are what plays the clown?
Just one thing I would like to know,
Were in hell does it go,
Bustling boys playing games,
Quick to talk, all the same.

strange the world looks like a globe he turning turning arround my head. when he go stop i want see all colors of the Rainbow peace full in my head people turning arround like freaks searching for what they maybe never will find i see clowns freaks ghost all kind off stuff in my mind ohh lets stop this crazy idiot things out my mind

An englishman with stiff upper lip,
supposedly full of grace and mannners,
proud of stance but not too stiff,
we even had a King once, who stammers,

Our hearts are solid, like english oak,
we have all lived on this isle,
even our tailors are all bespoke,
some of us even have great style,

We have at one time owned the seas,
lower, middle and upper class,
a class distinction for all to see,
now times have changed, alas,

No different from any other,
history gave you an englishmans`s view,
now my friend I call you brother,
for your ancestry intermingles with new,

But still the myth of a gentlemans worth,
some still have all the grace and manners,
look at our politicians you can see their girth,
we are measured up by all the scammers,

Come to England and be worthwile,
our benefits system used to be the best,
open policy, has cultural style,
soon to change, our heritage lost, living here is quite a test,

An englishman still has his smile,
his manners still gentle and mild,
our feelings and emotions always on trial,
we endure, though sometimes wild,

Our language is spoken by so many in time,
this is our gift to the world,
"Hey brother can you spare a dime",
on this isle now poverty, homelessness, jobless all unfurled,

What is a guillotine ? It is a device for cutting large quantities
of paper, in commercial use these machines supply reams of
packaged paper for use in offices around the world, they are
used for many similar uses in many different forms in countries
all around the world, but the guillotine had a far more sinister
use that goes back to the tenth century, it was used as an
execution device used by many forms of government the most
noted during the period of the 1790's in France. The event was
known as the French Revolution, were the people of France
were treated really cruel, and the guillotine was a cruel form
of injustice to anyone who would be caught conspiring against
the then French Government, the commoners in the end rose
up against the tyranny of the government and their evil dictators
were executed by their own creation of death, and shown no
mercy and by the end of the century was under a new ruler,
Napoleon Bonaparte, he was hailed as a hero of the time, but
was eventually exiled on an island named Elba. those times are
now gone but the guillotine still remains with us today though
it is used for far less violent operations, for simply cutting paper
in our offices and homes. Which proves even the most evil things
can be used for good with a little imagination.

American people hear me now,
The time has come to make a vow,
Within our borders, there is a storm growing,
Nameless faces, never showing,

The time is now to make our stand,
And one day our children will understand,
The fight we fight, is for all to see,
The fight we fight, so our children will be free,

Things we learn and what we pass on,
Are slowly being taken, until they are gone,
They will seek to destroy in what we hold dear,
To hold us hostage, for us to live in fear,

Heartless souls with a false destiny,
Seeking their glory for eternity,
We the few who see the light,
Will never stop putting up a fight,

Through words of integrity of our strength and will,
The American people will never stand still,
To watch them destroy the fabric of this land,
Its something these people will never understand,

We the people its what we believe,
How this country was first conceived,
We salute the flag that flies so high,
It’s a feeling that we will never let die.

So bring your forces, try to take our rights,
We the people have you in our sights,
We are the ones that will save this land,
United we stand hand in hand.

Listen good and listen now,
This is THE AMERICAN PEOPLES FINAL VOW!

T’was the day after Christmas, and through every state,
All the sheeple were stirring, and in heated debate.
Their words were scary, as they said “WE ARE RIGHT!”
And the Patriots just stared in God-awful fright,

The sheeple were all happy with their government meds,
While Obama the savior danced all around in their heads.
With Patriots planning what’s our next move,
Eureka! “It’s the President we must remove!”

On the Whitehouse lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang to the TV to see what was the matter.
I grabbed the remote in such a flash,
I fell over the chair and landed with a crash,

The sun was high over the Whitehouse on the TV screen,
Gave the image of that building a weird eerie glean,
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
The Patriots showed up and their message was clear

With their signs held high, with their guns in view,
I knew in that moment as the masses grew.
More and more they were coming in for the kill,
As they screamed, “You will never, break our will!”

"Now Patriots! Come one, Come all!”
“Lets stand together, strong and tall”
To the top of the porch! To the top of the wall!
No surrender! No retreat! We will never fall!"

Americans marched with one goal, one mission,
Obstacles were dealt with prideful tradition,
So up to the Whitehouse the masses they flew,
Hearts full of fury, the Secret Service with no clue.

And then with a blink , a commercial or two,
Something happened, but hey we already knew.
As they smashed through the door, and looked all around,
Through the halls and rooms not even a sound.

As word spread of what was found,
It got all quiet there was nothing , no sound,
And a voice rang out from way in the back,
As the patriots gathered and waited for the attack


The words were clear, strong and true,
“Hey, everyone just between me and you,
It was in his mind this country was his kingdom,
That little man thought he could steal our freedom!”

With a roar of victory, all the patriots cheered,
Really, is this the clown we all feared?
From his evil grin to his floppy ears,
This story will be told for years and years.

With the flag in our left hand, the Constitution in our right,
We raise them in unison, held high with our all might,
Our fore-fathers would be proud for what we have done,
As Americans held strong and stood as one.

This is a story is one that might become,
One of many, can be a final outcome,
Every patriot always keep one thing in sight,
“FREEDOM” TO ALL, AND TO ALL A GOOD NIGHT!

Sensory stimuli make us naturally react:

Happiness, laugh,
Jealousy, mad,
Heartbreak, sad,
Offensive, attack,
Victory, glad.

This is just a matter of fact.

We know who our friends are:

We know who we can tell almost anything.
We know who we can call when we’re in a pinch.
We know who we can rely on without a hitch.

We know our opponents goals and strategy:

Manipulating, back stabbing, secrecy,
Trojan horse invasions masked as intimacy,
Empty adoration, promises designed to deceive.

Cold, hard, and cleverly calculating:

The rat race makes us behave this way.
If we’re mindful we enjoy occasional fleeting escapes.
We protect our juggler from the cut throat games we play.

Personal emotions are noncommittal, secondary:

Apt to be fickle, they can get irreparably messy.
If constricting freedom they become totally unnecessary.
They have very little value if our interests are fiduciary.

The good die young, and the strong survive:

There’s zero tolerance, no need to compromise.
We’ve perfected pretense, and love to despise.
Truth is obsolete, our foundations built on lies.

It’s the first day of 2014, and I’m keeping it real.

I’m looking forward to what this new year reveals.
Eager to see if business culminates in equitable deals,
Or more off course driving, and spinning of wheels.

Sensory stimuli make us naturally react.

This is just a matter of fact.

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