Political / Social Poems (810)

The grey curtain rising down…
You had a choice…
Be on stage, o background corner
Would you use your opportunity to last?
Have you ever thought such moment would come?

Making memory
Nothing to go back for, nothing to feel pain for
All you had was happiness and sorrow
Was your best
Have you ever thought if there might be something else, something further, anything to forget?

You are smiling, not with your face
You might cry, not for your past
You are thinking, what else to last for, or not for at all…
Tided to a tree with roots that dance a gipsy song
You fly above the roof of the Theater, and seek for someone’s nest.

Dying, in an imaginational discovery
You are deciding to follow, or to became the only tower, for your days
You are sighting, such a real, supposed memory of the future:
Further, curly, burning, stunning…
All of it in your feet, all of it to believe, in those…
You don’t know yet.

The Big Theater shuts down all lights of color
And after those the black and whites shuts down alone
The Big Theater still there, untouchable, as a purple stone
The Theater that so long, so long you was trying to cross edge to edge
Is whispering, in unknown language, a never heard song
Because of your choice, the one you had, and the choice, you keep, unforgotten, in your voice.

Governments seem here to stay
With the public's money they waste away
On useless things that do the people no good
Get rid of governments I think we should.

We work and toil on our lands
While they take our money from our hands
A land of opportunity for some
A worker's work is never fun.

We try to build our homes to live
While governments drain us like a sieve
Debt they seem to pile up instead
With financial problems over our heads.

Our governments should look after us
Instead they treat us with disgust
Why do we have to put up with them
Those governments created by men.

The policeman is the strongest man in the world
As he can hold up all the traffic with just one hand
But there is a serious side to the policeman,
A protector of the innocent, a man who will risk his life
For anyone, no matter what walk of life,
Fearless of the ever present danger surrounding him,
He is often shunned by the public,
Underestimated by criminals and accused of corruption,
But is never given the credit he rightly deserves.
People should take a better view about this unsung hero
Of our times, the policeman.

Passionate overflowing Love

I relish in your love

Put it in a very special place

No need for key, it’s in my heart

I have the image of your face

It’s a lovely painted picture of your grace

My love for you, over flows

Every day more it fulfills and grows

Like watching a ballerina dance

My Love is abound in a burning romantic trance

Lips of softness that I adore

I want to kiss them evermore

Passionate kisses all aglow

The kind that leaves no questions

My love you know

To take you in awaiting arms

To feel your wondrous seductive tender charms

To kiss the nape of that delicious neck of yours

Awaits my very being

To feel your heart tremble and beat as mine

To want us to forever bind

I have such a overwhelming love for you

I know you care, I really do!

Never push my lips away

They want you so … more every day!

Oh! What pleasures you have done to me

Given me your love eternally

Never, never set me free!

Romance is in the eye of the beholder

You are mine and I am yours

Burning Kisses from my heart

Adieu!

Poet

JimEee

You can’t see what’s inside of me
You think that I am empty
All you see is a blank staring face
And a mouth constantly drooling

You make fun of me, call me names
Say that I’m wasting air breathing
It pains me so these words I hear
You don’t know I can hear you

There is no way to let you know
That I'm here, inside of me
I think and feel just like you do
But there’s no way I can tell you

So count your blessings while you can
For life is so uncertain
Before I drove whilst I was drunk
My life was fairly normal

My luck ran out, I’d pushed too far
This was one time, once too many

He was born in Kenya
He went to Hawaii
He married a woman there
They had Barack Obama
His friends called him Barry
He left his wife
He left his son
He eventually went back to Kenya
He had eight children in total
With three different women
He was verbally abusive to his last wife and children
He drove drunk
He killed one man
He lost his legs and had metal legs
He died hitting a gum tree stump
While driving drunk
He has been dead for 20 years
Will his son get another four years in the White House?

most of my stuff is second hand
not by desire more by demand
it has a history all of its own
from house to house a character grown

the couch has come from twentyfive years past
the old couple i bought it off made it last
a little bit threadbare but thats ok
its as comfortable as the very first day

a garage sale supplied my table an chairs
it had been repaired but i dont care
the fabric faded but the finish good
a little polish an its lovely wood

the tv's a corker i bought from my son
who just happened to be given it from his mum
well now it mine an i think i've been done
cause it doesnt work when i want it to run

a four piece cane setting down to three
its from the outlaws an it was free
its still in good nick i might add
it has a place where it is glad

a coffe table i picked up out or the dump
in a big skip where the recycling is done
all by itself perfectly standing true
placed by someone who used to love you

its camphor laurel a pest around these parts
but with a cut an polish its a beautiful art
amazing to me i was showing a bloke
what you could find to raise your stoke

his jaw dropped when he did see
what i had what came up with me
he couldn't believe what people would do
to get rid of the clutter an the glue

well thats about all that i own
an there's a warmth in here that has grown
it comes from the pieces of stuff that live
in this home........... a place of give

To unravel your words
With a wisdom of ages
To interpret them
With the knowlege of sages
To fill my own reasoning
With thoughts that share
Are hand written words
That the soul did prepare
Many ways you can see
Many ways you can feel
The honesty of ink
Is the way to reveal...

Can you see the rainbow
For i know not where it are
Will you help me find it
For the way is kind of dark

The pot of gold i search for
In every possible way
Will you help me find it
To get through another day

The treasure in what you seek
In life,has many faces
Will you help me find it
I've looked in many places

Love wealth an happiness
Are just a few of thee
Will you help me find it
So i may set myself free

Next time you see the rainbow
Liven up your spirits an feel
You will help me find it
For together we will heal

If I were president here's what I would do
Make drugs legal and the drinking age 18 too
I would get out of Afghanistan and Iraq
I would give the Iraqis their oil back
It would be legal to not wear a seatbelt across my pants
I would make it legal to not have car insurance
People could talk on cell phones in their cars without a fine
I would get rid of income tax so I could go out and dine
My stance on abortion would be it's none of the government's business
My stance on guns would be keep them locked up so noone makes a mess
I would pay back the national debt and get rid of the federal reserve
A bright future without their parent's debt is what kids deserve
I would stop bullying at school
I would make it legal again to teach the golden rule
There would be prayer in school
I would make Halloween a legal holiday for kids to rule
Even adults could dress up and look like a fool
So listen clear to what I say
I would do all of that on the first day