Political / Social Poems (810)

take note all the asterisked fields
are absolutely positively required
want more information soon revealed
of your further actions to be mired

you must supply your date of birth
and the maiden name of your mother
data collected of calculable worth
reasoning behind is for none other

than heartfelt insatiable ongoing need
to know any and every minutia of you
it's not just on your wealth we feed
your very soul we want to see through

fill out the form, go ahead and let go
can't get to the next screen, next step
without filling out all that you know
no trivial points or secrets are unkept

supply the query of your first pet
be sure we'll get your Lat and Long
the more we desire the more we get
keep it flowing and we'll all get along

don't feel that the need is systemic
or you're wrongfully taken to task
everyone's details are purely academic
just ignore that man behind the mask

the feeding of our databases pandemic
I'll double-down wager with any bookie
that digital-land data mining is endemic
like the Cookie Monster "feed me cookie!"

© agoodguy2have 2011-03-09

[Paul Anka was certainly onto to something when he penned: my way…,
The beloved Dr Wayne Dyer has a great saying: “…if two people in a relationship are exactly the same, then, I propose to you that one of them is redundant…”, ha, ha, it always brings a laugh to my soul…]
“This is the way, walk ye in it…” intone most of the world’s religions,
Really? Why is it ‘the’ way?
We were also assured the earth was flat not so long ago, heck, maybe it is…, who knows eh? After all, The Flat Earth Society, is still alive and well…
The point is, more and more, we’re discouraged from being individuals, from doing things our way…


Me, I try and walk the path, my way,
Although, it is often fraught with danger and difficulties, it also often adorned with freshness and exhilaration,
Although is often very lonely, it is often filled with delicious companionship…

But, more importantly, I feel is to ask and answer: why, my way?
We’ve all heard the expression: no two snowflakes are alike,
Heck, if snowflakes know to do it their way,
When are we going to wizen up and be at least as smart as them?

Again and again, I prove to myself,
That unless I reach deep down and haul out something unique and singular, and live it,
I keep falling flat on my face,
Maybe that’s why the earth is so flat, all those falling faces, lol…


So, here’s to doing things our way…

“…the Hue-man Family (“Hue” as in Melanin Hue Pigmentation in the skin…”

from Chapter One of Na’im Akbar’s Book “Know Thy Self”



I consider the ‘deity’ up on ‘high’, and I think of how it is clad in goodness,
I find myself wishing I had inherent goodness, I find myself hoping that most of humanity lived much more in goodness,
Alas, though, whenever I turn on the TV, I observe the antithesis,
And delicately, I weep inside…


TV, I catch myself thinking???
What was I thinking?
How could I again have fallen for the propaganda and brainwashing of the one-eyed monster?
Sighing, I pull myself into the now,
I start focusing on the paranoid, delusional and criminally insane ego we all carry within us,
A bitter heritage of being ‘human’, or shall we call a spade a spade and rephrase that to read ‘hue-man’, denoting an individual of ‘color’/slave?
Interesting that the status-quo have given all of us the name… ‘hue-man’…, ergo, they obviously consider all of us, irrespective of ‘color’ to be chattel…, or shall we say ‘cattle’?

From birth we’re taught that we’re inherently evil,
And that in order to appease the gods, we must throw the proverbial ‘six virgins’ off a cliff every now and then, or there’ll be hell to pay,
But, my observations show that there’s hell to pay all the time anyway, so why kill the poor virgins???

So, I start digging, again,
Oh, yeah, I’ve dug many, many times before, in fact, I’m always digging,
To remind myself of the inherent goodness within 99% of us,
It’s there, unmistakably,
And, after not too much digging, suddenly, there it is,
In all its unassuming splendor,
goodness within all of us,
Manifested in many, many ways by all 7 billion men, women and children,
mistakenly called ‘hue-man’…,
Manifested by a mother’s arms as she tenderly and soothingly picks up a crying baby,
Manifested by a father rising up before dawn, carrying his weary bones to work to feed his family,
Manifested by a man and woman holding hands meaningfully, as they rededicate themselves to each other anew,
Etc., etc., etc. …

Flowing my sentimental stream
My heart sets on fire
Living an empty dream
Overcoming any lustful desire
Playing "hide and seek"...
Internet is a good excuse...
My feelings are so meek
And i never use them neither abuse...

Now i am drinking a cold glass of beer at a bar
Surrounded by drunk and weird people...
I know you are so far...
And so i touch my left nipple...
Trying to feel my heart beating...
Hopefully i am still alive
I realize a powerful feeling:
I will survive!!!

In the shadows of the moon hides the ancient reptile,
Blood-starved eyes watching, biding its time,
Just waiting for you to make a mistake,
Any mistake will do...

Why?
I’ve asked myself the question a thousand times,
Why does the reptile prey upon us?
After all, it has everything, and I mean everything,
All the material wealth belongs to it,
All the lands, all the gold, all the silver, the brain-washing tool, ooops, I mean the ‘entertainment media’,
Why? Why? Why does the ancient reptile prey on us,
Hiding in the silhouette of its own Dracula moon?

I don’t at all claim to know the answers,
But one thing I do know,
The reptile knows nothing of pure, mother-love,
The reptile knows nothing of authentic friendship,
The reptile knows nothing of the joy of serving a fellow-being,
The reptile knows nothing about authentic peace of mind,
Thus, bereft of love, joy, and peace,
It literally tries in vain, to vicariously usurp what it can via preying on the innocents...

The brazilian Carnival(Carnaval) is coming soon...
Last Friday i went to a pre-carnival ball
It seems i was living at a cartoon
Lost in a huge Music Hall
Listening to old samba hits
The stage full of lights and mists
Lots of people with "tropical blend"
Lustful minds that i can´t understand...

700 foreign troops killed
2010 minimum
Afghan casualties
far higher

far higher?
where is the news
how many Taliban?
how many innocents?

a decade of loss
on all sides
but where are the
true numbers?

which life does
not get counted?
that answer tells
us something

FREE CEE!IS ABOUT TO TEACH YOU ALL HOW TO WRITE A LOVE POEM WITH SOME SUBSTANCE.....JACK AND JILL MUST HAVE LOVED EACH OTHER AND MAY EVEN HAVE WRITTEN THE SAME KIND OF SACHARINE, BANAL AND OTHERWISE THINGS THAT YOU OSTENSIBLY CATAGORIZED AS LOVE POEMS..HERE'S HOW YOU DO IT NOW...EVERYONE TRY TO STAY FOCUSED
THE FOLLOWING IS ~free cee's!~ free demonstration entitled:
GOOD DAY C.J.
METHINKS IT BE TIME TO BLINK AT THE SUN
LOOK AT YOUR LOVER AND SAY "GOOD MORNING HON"
PERHAPS A CUP OF JOE AND THEN WE CAN GO
GO TO THAT TREE ONLY YOU, ME AND THE PEACH TREE KNOW

THEY KNEW HOW VIBRANT AND LOVELY SHE CAN BE
LOVLIER THAN THAT OLD PEACH TREE
IT STANDS SO TALL WITH BIRD PERCHED INSIDE
AND WHEN THEY STOP SINGING IS FOR THEM TO DECIDE

NOW PERHAPS IT'S TIME TO TAKE A LEISURELY STROLL
WHILST LISTENING TO THE RADIO BLASTING ROCK AND ROLL
NOW TAKE YOUR LOVER'S HAND AND WALK HIM TO THAT LAKE
THE ONE THE SWANS AND MINNOWS NEVER FORSAKE

SO THEN YOU TWO GO HOME AND HE COOKS YOU BACON AND EGGS
ALL THE WHILE STARING AT THE STYLE OF YOUR LITHE LITTLE LEGS
THE WIFE SAYS SHE'S NOT SO TIRED ANYMORE
SO SHE'S GOING OUT NOW TO DO HER SHOPPING AND A CHORE

WHILE SHE DID HER DEEDS THE HUSBAND SAT ALONE IN A PARK
AND ONLY LEFT ABOUT AN HOUR AFTER DARK
WHEN HE RETURNED HE SAW A MASS OF PEOPLE AND WONDERED AT WHAT THEY ALL GAPED
THEN Mr. BENJAMAN PUT HIS HAND ON THE HUSBAND'S SHOULDER AND SAID "I'M AFRAID YOUR WIFE HAS BEEN RAPED"
(C)2011....~free cee!~
see now, all it takes is twenty minutes, a genetically genious ability not to write tripe as most of you do when writing love poems
no thanks are required but if you feel compelled to thank me
for my lesson, it's okay

FREE CEE!IS ABOUT TO TEACH YOU ALL HOW TO WRITE A LOVE POEM WITH SOME SUBSTANCE.....JACK AND JILL MUST HAVE LOVED EACH OTHER AND MAY EVEN HAVE WRITTEN THE SAME KIND OF SACHARINE, BANAL AND OTHERWISE THINGS THAT YOU OSTENSIBLY CATAGORIZED AS LOVE POEMS..HERE'S HOW YOU DO IT NOW...EVERYONE TRY TO STAY FOCUSED
THE FOLLOWING IS ~free cee's!~ free demonstration entitled:
GOOD DAY C.J.
METHINKS IT BE TIME TO BLINK AT THE SUN
LOOK AT YOUR LOVER AND SAY "GOOD MORNING HON"
PERHAPS A CUP OF JOE AND THEN WE CAN GO
GO TO THAT TREE ONLY YOU, ME AND THE PEACH TREE KNOW

THEY KNEW HOW VIBRANT AND LOVELY SHE CAN BE
LOVLIER THAN THAT OLD PEACH TREE
IT STANDS SO TALL WITH BIRD PERCHED INSIDE
AND WHEN THEY STOP SINGING IS FOR THEM TO DECIDE

NOW PERHAPS IT'S TIME TO TAKE A LEISURELY STROLL
WHILST LISTENING TO THE RADIO BLASTING ROCK AND ROLL
NOW TAKE YOUR LOVER'S HAND AND WALK HIM TO THAT LAKE
THE ONE THE SWANS AND MINNOWS NEVER FORSAKE

SO THEN YOU TWO GO HOME AND HE COOKS YOU BACON AND EGGS
ALL THE WHILE STARING AT THE STYLE OF YOUR LITHE LITTLE LEGS
THE WIFE SAYS SHE'S NOT SO TIRED ANYMORE
SO SHE'S GOING OUT NOW TO DO HER SHOPPING AND A CHORE

WHILE SHE DID HER DEEDS THE HUSBAND SAT ALONE IN A PARK
AND ONLY LEFT ABOUT AN HOUR AFTER DARK
WHEN HE RETURNED HE SAW A MASS OF PEOPLE AND WONDERED AT WHAT THEY ALL GAPED
THEN Mr. BENJAMAN PUT HIS HAND ON THE HUSBAND'S SHOULDER AND SAID "I'M AFRAID YOUR WIFE HAS BEEN RAPED"
(C)2011....~free cee!~
see now, all it takes is twenty minutes, a genetically genious ability not to write tripe as most of you do when writing love poems
no thanks are required but if you feel compelled to thank me
for my lesson, it's okay