Political / Social Poems (810)

Imagine! Even if it is hard to imagine

A world where each person is truly fortunate

Imagine a world where money race, and power have no place

A world where riot police is not the answer to the calls for unity

A world with no nuclear bombs, no artillery, and no bombardments

A world where no child will leave his legs on land mines

Everybody free, totally free

No one in pain, no pain

You wouldn't read in newspapers that

Such and such person committed suicide

Imagine a world with no hatred, no gunpowder

No cruelty of arrogant, no fear, no coffin

Imagine a world filled with smile and freedom

Full of flowers and kisses! Filled with up growing improvements

Imagine! Even if it is a crime to imagine so

Even if you'd lay down your life on this

Imagine a world where prison does not exist in reality

Where all wars of the world are included in The Ceasefire Treaty

A world where nobody is ‘The Boss' of the world

People are all equal

Then each person will have an equal share in

Each single seed of wheat

No border, no boundaries

Motherland would mean the entire world

Imagine you could be the interpretation of this dream

furlough

We walk the walk
every day in the trenches
dealing with attitude, drugs,
and sometimes lack there of.

We hug when needed and
scold way too often
we parent...
every day.
We come to work when sick
because it is easier than paperwork
and make up work.

We come early and stay late.
We go to ball games, and concerts,
plays, and PTO night.

We buy supplies, then buy more
and when that runs out we buy more again
We help kids go on trips buy presents, or maybe
into a new pair of glasses.

Our pay is average OK maybe a little sub-par
but we get extras like smiles or the chance
to see a light bulb go off as understanding dawns.

This year I got an added bonus
6 days off without pay
only difference between us and the rest of the state
We don't take days off!
We still grade and plan
study and learn
furlough is just a name for another day of work!

It is powerful and all-pervasive,
It is inescapable and all-encompassing,
Like the mythical Hydra,
It’s always in front of you, on the path just ahead, waiting to devour the unsuspecting...,
Most, by far, fall prey to it, never knowing it could have been sooo otherwise...

Call it ‘karma’[which I personally don’t believe in], ‘luck’, ‘coincidence’, ‘meaninglessness’, ‘existentialism’, ‘Darwinism’, etc., etc., it matters not...,
Suddenly, one awakens; one realizes it’s all a daydream, a chimera of gargantuan proportions...,
The shock is huge...!!!

Now what?
Indeed, ‘to-be-or-not-to-be’, ‘what-to-be’, ‘what-to-do’, ‘what-to-have’, become the begging questions...,
And so begins a ride that no amusement park can possibly reproduce,
I sure hope you enjoy most of your ride, friend,
Bon Voyage...

Some folks feel they have the right,
To admonish and advise.
They think that their opinion,
Should just always override.

Hot words or inuendo,
Sometimes subtle others bold.
Who do they think that they are?
What gives them the right to scold?

Them thinking they're so clever,
Really just gives me a pain.
They could do so much better,
If their own lives they'd arrange.

With their meddling in the lives,
And affairs of other folks,
What hope have they of finding,
True happiness of their own?

So don't throw your monkey wrench,
Into other's cogs and gears.
Just tend to your own business,
Cause you'll find no takers here.

Futbol or soccer, as you will,
By far most popular of all.
But in the States another sport,
Attention grabs of most each fall.

The tackles, blocks, the hits and shots,
So physical, this manly game.
Each Sunday bodies pay the toll,
Each Monday many come up lame.

Emotional investment's key,
Ev'ry fan loyal to their team,
As players try to execute,
What coaches on the sideline scheme.

Some go too far, they smash and burn,
In drunken, rabid revelry.
But most just cheer, high five and yell,
When their home team gains victory.

It's like no other, this I'll say,
Each yard a battle, tooth and nail.
That ball is just a marker as,
The strong and swift each play prevail.

Yes true, it's just a Yankee thing,
Though other's may well understand,
How swept up in the game we get,
As Football Fever sweeps the land.

Well the Tiger Cats are out
AGAIN
Montreal is in
AGAIN
Calgary just got eliminated
AGAIN
Saskatchewan is in
AGAiN
Probably too many men on the field
AGAIN
Montreal wins by a Field Goal
AGAIN

I have to break these chains, in this moment I can change, the old must fade away and set fire to ablaze

Through the smokey haze shines eyes that never turn to gaze, from the ashes rises, a flame retardant pilot

As the future approaches history, one doesn’t need to look to see, if one believes in destiny, then that is one will ever be

I orbit this mess while trying to tune my self-awareness but it still doesn’t make any sense so I abandon it

Follow me while I fall, it’s not that far to go, try and catch the meteor, putting on a show

Captured by the snow, a lonesome lonely rainbow, when all the fire has fallen, there’s still no letting go


And so it begins


The story has changed to accommodate the new way we go about reading the day, and in time, it will change again, to better suit the current trend

If the minds decide to wake, you can bet that most will shake, to come to find the truth, which has been hidden in plain view, will surely take its toll upon the already burdened soul

So forget the past with bliss because ignorance will win, it’s not what you’re without but what you hold within

We all have our limit,
Just how much we can take,
Til we blow a gasket,
Before we start to break.

Some go off so easy,
Their trigger is a hair.
Always on the threshold,
Without a nerve to spare.

I am not so touchy,
And can take quite a bit.
But when I've had enough,
There comes that raging fit.

Anger clouds the senses,
Throws judgement out the door,
Blows out of proportion,
And shakes us to the core.

So let's all try and see,
If we can raise the bar,
Maybe all together,
Perhaps prevent a war.

In caveman times, relationships were simple and uncomplicated,
You would just grab a female by the hair and have your way with her, before tossing her aside again...,
Now, you have to woo her, like some wogian of yesteryear,
Buy her flowers, say sweet things to her, smile a lot of fake smiles,
Caress her hand gingerly, etc.

So, what’s a modern male looking for in a woman in order to transcend his ‘caveman-ness’? What does he need in a woman to become ‘the prince-in-shining-armour’?
He needs to be able to look in her eyes and tell her:
“I’m unlike anything you could ever understand, in fact, you will never understand me. I have needs and urges you can never fathom, some of them will scare you stiff, others will thrill you beyond belief... But, it’s Ok, don’t worry, I will not hurt you or our young ones, in fact, I will gladly sacrifice my life for your and their protection, and work like a dog to provide for you.[Disclaimer: I’m talking here about 99% of the male population, I am, of course aware of the aberrant few who are the exception...] I want to always love you, always care for you. I want you to be my best friend, my lover, my whore... I want you to be the able mother and moral teacher of my children, I want to show you off to my peers, I want to be proud of you always... I want to always be intoxicated by your mystery, your unutterable femininity... I need you to understand that I will constantly make mistakes, sometimes I will hurt you deeply, not because I wish to, no, mostly, its because I don’t see why something is wrong, in these instances, you have to be woman enough to correct me, at the right time, in the right way, so as not to offend me and alienate me, ‘cause, I do suffer from insufferable pride, and the last thing I want is for you to drive me away from you... At times, fear will overtake me and like a little boy, I will need some mothering, not for long, just till I recover, do not mistake this for weakness, for very soon I will be ready to take up my sword again and go on to be a warrior to be reckoned with... A jerk, I will be at least six times a day, overlook it, teach me gently, and the jerking will diminish, believe me, it is so... At times I will need my space and or time away with the boys, you must let me go, otherwise you will either castrate me or estrange me, and I will seek comfort and understanding in the bosom of a strange woman in a New York minute... I could go on ad-infinitum, but, finally, I want to be able to meaningfully hold your hand, look into your eyes and know that even though you know all these horrible things about me, you are able to see beyond them, to focus on my good points, and they’re many, believe it, it is so. I need to know that you see a man you love and adore, a man who makes your heart sing, a man who understands you, a man who adds meaning to your life, a man you want to spend the rest of your life with, even though, he’s sooooo screwed up...”

We have come so far
here we are one hundred years
buildings high as the sky so it seems
trains planes automobils
freeways and highways and country roads
robots that tell us what too do
rovers on mars men walking on the moon
cell phones i-pods what to do
internet i can talk to you
a second around the world
ever thought why were so great?
generations before us six thousand years
we did this in one hundred years
Is it me or am I missing something?