Political / Social Poems (810)

I see you in my dreams I hear your painfull screams over mountains and the seas,I know you will break free from the river to the sea Palestine will be free!

i'm the strongest material in the world
but you can tear me with one swipe of your hand
i'm all over but most noticeable in the fall

I've got this listing, sinking feeling
that I owed most of my life to my bank.
Hands in the air, reaching for debt ceiling,
yet another fine mess, with no one to thank.

Guns all put down, the pen reigns mightier
can't fight the bank, let alone hit myself.
Contracts contracted, assurances flightier
seems the whole world's overextended itself.

I ode some words, I owed some dollars
'course everyone I talk to is in the same boat.
Can't answer my phone for collecting callers,
looking to ourselves, line of credit, to float.

I'm maxed they've determined, but I'm appealing
my mortgage, in arrears, beyond my credit score.
All my creditors say that defaulting is stealing
I gave a stone and blood, still they want more.

Seems to everyone, I owe myself, that's no joke
shouldn't be depressed, but maybe I oughter.
Dunno if I'm myself, or like all nations folk,
I've underwritten much of this ode underwater.

'course if I owe some B and B owes to C
and C owes somebody else...well back to me,
then it seems that we all owe to each other,
our mountain of debt is brother to brother.

Would some rebalancing of our balance sheets
starve our children, kick us out into streets?
Maybe we should waive our bankruptcy hearing
and admit it's to life we're really endearing.

© agoodguy2have 2011-06-10

Two birds of prey… are hitched to my buggy,
One white, one black,
The white one represents the love that surrounds,
The black one, the murkiness that diminishes me, that draws me into the illusion…,
They’re forever in a contest for my allegiance,
Damn them, for in their own way, they both prey on me…


The mist begins to fade along with the cobwebs of the last dream…,
Awareness slowly returns to the Seeker-as the Seer[used in the sense of a person who sees; an observer] reluctantly recedes…,
Proneness, stiffness, blandness envelop the Seeker for the umpteenth time as he perceives the circling grayness drawing nigh…,
He is once again astonied at the bull-dog tenacity of the demon of mediocrity, and how it never gives up its dark struggle for possession…,
Resolutely, the Seeker summons the Seer and surrenders the seeking, he knows from ample experience that seeking is a futile cause, and that the only way to reality is to move to the seeing, on the way to life, the ultimate “illusory-reality”…,
He knows this academically, with only the odd scarce and sporadic epiphany here and there…,
The battle between demon and Seer, however, is easily won, the product of decades of practice, the demon ignominiously skulks away…


The Seer now starts courting love, the only lasting weapon,
“…what the hell is love, anyway…”, he wonders,
“… love, joy, peace…”, he chants…,
“… love, joy, peace…”, “… love, joy, peace… come to me…, cloak me”,
For this to happen, though, he knows he must see himself as the beloved…,
He rises, eyeing the black bird regretfully and sighing softly…, maybe next time he thinks, right now, Ms X is due in an hour for her weekly hypnotherapy session, and her currency helps pay the rent, whereas the numinous love that surrounds us has been a little reticent with its euros lately…

He makes one last attempt, optimist that he is,
“… guide me love that surrounds me…, guide me…”,
Whereas my toothbrush?

so many faces
people from all races
show harmless love
just like the dove
united we stand
divided we fall to the ground
stick together
love one another
it makes the world go round
we need a healing to the world
a tender touch to the heart
of one in need
heal the world

As the sun rises over this beautiful land
An golden rays stream in an warm the coldest hand
The owners of this country have nothing to fear
For their voices heard have not fallen on deaf ear

For too many years they were supressed by the man
Too be taken away stolen or banned
Now their time has come for their numbers grow
An apology said ..to repent their sorrow

Scars held deep from generations past
But their spirits are strong an will outlast
Through their beliefs an a history so long
Their future bright for they do no wrong

Maintaining their connection with the land
Spiritual diversity at their hand
A roo a brolga at their command
In sync with life their only demand

Their music their art amazing to be
So different,exposing a life once free
Seeping back through their spiritual veins
Nourished by past generations blood rains

Time is now not to admonish or expel
But negative thoughts we must repel
For forty thousands years this country they adore
An in under two hundred destructed as we explore

Instead of ripping up this land
Lets work together an try an understand
What will it take to save this country
To deliver it back to its people once free

To share the beauty of this land
An encourage it to bloom.. not demand
All fella's working side by side
No bitterness no hate just pride

We traverse our own realities
Thinking what we like.
We curse the empty heavens
For ignoring all our plight.

Blame springs eternal
It's not you, it's me.
Internal or external;
What we think, we see.

Thankful for the sunrise
Though it burns our eyes,
Grateful for the night
Black across the skies.

A smile from o'er a distance,
Sharing how we feel,
Fractures our existence
With the malice it conceals.

Our lives are just delusion;
Belief built up on fact,
Embracing our confusion,
Supplanting blue for black.

In a world made of opinions:
"For peace we need to fight",
Everything's subjective,
So from darkness . . we make light.

Why does it feel like the earth is a’ bloating
A planet inflating by a bubble of poison gas
Just look around see the sickly refuse floating
All around covering seas with human frass
Stand on a mountain stained with a coating
Painted by swirling clouds of acid rain pass
Wealthy oil baron’s crude and sleazy gloating
Pumping and burning ancient life they trespass
All across the land and sea we’re demoting
The life where all common creatures amass
Is there any profit in life worth promoting?

Definition for: unum

accusative singular masculine of unus, one
nominative and accusative singular neuter of unus, one

As a healer, I witness suffering daily,
I have a very soft spot for those in distress among us,
More so for those whose anguish is emotional,
More so for those who are tender of age…

Although, I have seen great dis-ease in my therapy room,
Often, I’m more mortally influenced when I view it outside, in the great beyond we call our society, when my guard is down and I least expect it…

I will be at a theatre,
And there, in plain sight,
Yet hidden from the untrained eye,
Is a beautiful young blonde, languishing,
Frame ever so slightly bent,
Breasts ever so slightly caved in,
Legs not so pert,
Their liveliness and sauciness absent tonight,
The smile ever so slightly fake,
The twinkle certainly missing from lack-luster eyes…

Who knows her pain?
Who will whisper a word in her ear to make it better?
Did she get the minimum of eight hugs we need daily, just to break even,
today?
Who will give her ten or twelve hugs,
Brotherly hugs, healing hugs, not leeringly or lustfully?
Sigh, I sigh sooo deeply,
But, I pass humbly on,
Powerless to offer succor,
I leave her to the universe,
And I contemplate the cavernous bond that meshes us all together,
For, assuredly, I would not notice such travail in a ‘stranger’, if that stranger were not inexorably intertwined with me,
And me with the great ‘unum’…,
And you, and you, and you…

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.