Political / Social Poems (810)

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Everything...
Nothing...
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“What?”
“Don’t change the subject...”
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FLOWERS LOOK STUNNING
FRAGRANT AND SOFT
IN THE MORNING SUN

TO GIVE TO SOMEONE SPECIAL
BRING WARMTH TO THE EYE
BUT THE FLOWER BEGINS TO DIE

SAD BUT TRUE
IT SEEMS TO BE
MAYBE OTHER GIFTS
THE HEART COULD SEE
AND LET THE FLOWER
GROW AND LIVE

People killing people,
And grownups raping kids.
The sickness and disease,
This country's on the skids.

The money is all gone,
I wonder where it went.
So after paying bills.
There's nothing to be spent.

The price of gas is high,
The cost of living too.
So many unemployed,
Just what are we to do?

You can't walk down the street,
Without a gun and knife.
Just hope to make your car,
And lock it for your life.

Hate to be a downer,
But these things are all known.
Just hope the powers that be,
Might throw us down a bone.

So help your fellow man,
He needs it much as you.
And lend a helping hand,
For you may need one too.

The Thief, the Philanthropist, the Meek, and the Tyrant
The greedy, the compassionate, the weak, and the violent
They come to me in the greatest debate
Explaining their cases, my mind contemplates
The conflicting, the considering, the decisions to make
The four of me converge to measure the stakes
The weighing, the comparing, the tipping of scales
As a wandering dog on thin ice, still chasing his tail
For my mind chooses from four, my persuasive tools
It's selection determines me a genius or fool


The thief, never satisfied with whatever is gained
Oblivious to the outcomes dealing with pride or of shame
His only desire is the acquiring of more
To him what you posses is the measure, the score
He is void of others. Void of any distribution
But he provides a valued and needed contribution
With out him there is nothing I want
No knowledge, No freedom, No activity, No one
For careful with his suggestions I'll must be
But to ignore him would be the very shackles of me


The Philanthropist, the one that gives without question
A fulfiller of souls, the selfless progression
He bares the knowledge that one can not be of itself
He bares the heart and to it it's own wealth
Held high in esteem, he is the giver of compassion
Yet he by himself can not deliver attractions
He by his own will not allow one to live
For without the thief, he has gained nothing to give
No coin, No freedom, No Knowledge he's chained
But without him, I am a man not worthy of name


The meek, the tempered, the collected old soul
To live life in peace is his directive, his goal
The voice that whispers to get out of harm's way
The voice that chooses caution, to halt, or delay
The master of knowing when to swallow one's pride
One not compelled when asked to be a taker of sides
However, in peace, he provides no tools to defend
Not for his freedom, his knowledge, his family or friends
He is one at peace, but for himself he can't make peace
But to forget him, I'd be a monster, a tormentor, a beast


The Tyrant, the one that protects, destroys and maims
He is of himself but yet holds onto no aim
His instincts are to act, to move and peruse
To conquer all challenges, to break, to undo
The one that sparks fear, that drives harm away
To chase off the invaders and those who betray
However to let run rampant, more harm he'll invite
He needs the meek to choose battles, to earn some respite
He is the most volatile and dangerous, both wild and insane
But to deny him, there is no vehicle for accomplishments gained

speaking of the latest of innovation
"your call is important to us" we intonate
our ability to record our miscommunication
"listen to ALL the options" is our fate

press index finger on this digital key
if you need to speak to heaven's rep
and you wish your soul to be set free
press carefully, so not to make a misstep

you may be sent back to the menu main
but leave a message inside this phone
and listen to all of the options again
just remember that you're not alone

we love the technology of today
"this is me, so please call me back"
that allows us, to nobody say
"reply before I die of a heart attack"

or better yet, do NOT respond promptly
no need to openly have any dialogue
the email we sent to you automatically
this message from a scripted demagogue

you might want to forward on to mates
and know that we are forever more
voiceless emails from faceless states
missed communications we all deplore

© agoodguy2have 2010-09-02

The biology of belief...
By Bruce Lipton...

"the evolution of human civilization is self-similar to the evolution of a single giant organism. We humans are the cells in that ' social' organism. The relevance is that human civilization will evolve through the phases that characterized the evolution of animals, Human civilization will go through evolutionary phases that are redundant to previous evolution patterns. For example, in the evolution of vertebrate animals, the pattern provided for fish, amphibians, reptiles, birds, and mammals, an evolutionary jump occurred between each of these major classes of organisms, Civilization is in the process of such a jump now, as we are evolving from a reptilian-based civilization to a mammalian-based civilization. The intellectual character of our culture's leadership is currently most similar to that of reptilian behavior. And yet more advanced mammalian characters yourself and myself are in the process of rewriting a new blueprint for civilization, different from the way we are living now. Reptiles are 'conscious,' and do not express the trait of 'self-consciousness.' What that means is that they live for the moment but they have no conception or vision about how their actions today affect civilization tomoorow.
LG: Not much abstract thinking in that state of being.
BL: A perfect example is our going to war in Iraq , without even considering what the consequences of the war will lead to six weeks later. We fought the war without even a notion of how to deal with the population when the war is over. That is an excellent example of reptilian thinking. A mammalian civilization is a very different one because the character of mammals is that they are nurturers. Nurturing means to 'take care of things so that the future will be better.' Mammalian civilization would be focused upon taking care of the planet, while the current reptilian government, like dinosaurs, are raping the planet for what they need at the moment with no consideration of how their actions affect the future.

A satire with true overtures…

Phyllis, ah, Phyllis, what would I do without her? Every morning she wakes me up at precisely the right time I asked her to the night before…,
More faithful a gal, a guy could not hope for…

Slowly, reluctantly, I wake up on Ted, he’s a tough guy, he takes a lot from me, let me tell you, especially when I made like an aardvark on some lady on top of him the nite before,
Ted, of course, is my bed…, really, my bed…, 4 legs, mattress, you’re familiar with the contraption, right?

Sleepily, I make my way to Jason, scan for emails, flowers from connecting singles, etc.,
You guessed it, Jason is my trusty old computer…

Then I visit Charlie, relishingly empty my bladder on him and thank him for his grace and acceptance…, what a guy, who else would put up with such an indignity…

Now, its time for my habit with Josephine, she’s the custodian who lovingly holds all my botanicals for me,
Slowly, methodically, and with practiced scientific care, I swallow my greens, my European systemic enzymes, my Asiatic systemic enzymes, my MSM, my vitamins, minerals, my omega’s, my probiotics, etc, while Josephine patiently watches me, sometimes I catch her amused twinkle in her eyes…,
Then I pack everything back into her and place her in a dark place out of the sun, so that he cant hurt the sensitive botanicals…

Then, its off to Carlos…,
Carlos and I have not seen eye-to-eye yet,
He’s normally cold, business-like and totally unaffectionate, and hates the mess I make in him…,
[neurotic bastard…]
What with teeth-brushing with Zelda, my electric toothbrush, shaving, and then doing battle with Telly, he’s the wretched shower, I swear I know he has a pact with the devil to either freeze me or scald me,
Never a happy medium…,
One day, one day…,
g-d, I’m always glad to get the hell outa there…

As I leave for my office, I greet everyone, starting with Rhonda, the apartment, Nestor, my TV chair,
Nestor is particularly sensitive, if I forget to wish him a good day, he makes me pay later, by not quite allowing me to settle down very nice and comfy in his many convoluted contours,
Out of frustration and curiosity, I asked him once why he’s so ornery, he said, look, you sit on me, fart on me, for half the night, bellow-laugh undignifyingly at the inane comedy ‘Everybody Loves Raymond’, least you can do is thank me for my troubles, I suffer from Post Traumatic Stress Disorder, you know, the guy before you used to get drunk and vomit on me…,
Wow…, now, I understand the reason for his sensitive nature and sometimes I even kiss him good bye, you should see how he glows after that…
Katerina, my VCR, and Rob-Roy, my TV are a lot more steady characters, they understand me, I think…, but I caress them goodbye as well, just in case….

Lastly, I greet very affectionately, my Zoe, I love her the most, she gives me a smooth ride and asks for very little, just some gasoline once in a while…

Psychology can mislead you,
Make you sometimes read too much.
Often just taking face value,
Can be read simply as such.

I am not that complicated,
Although women think me so.
What I say is simply stated,
I'm just telling what I know.

An inflection or expression,
May be only random chance,
And can give a wrong impression,
Though it's only happenstance.

So please hear what I am saying,
Just my words and what they mean,
And don't try to insert meaning.
My lines have no inbetween.

There has to be many things done
the school has been renovated
and it is not ready
the children will be returning
and the construction is going on
you know the curiosity of the children
when it comes to bull dozers and construction
It is all dangerous
but it is all happenning
and the painters are still painting
the bricklayers are still laying
The carpenters are still sawing and hammering
the plumbers are still adjusting the water pressure
the refrigeration people are adding new air conditioners
this is all happenning as we speak
will it be ready
Under pressure
I do not think so
but think positive
there could be a surprise for everyone
Under pressure

When the darkness covers the streets.
And families are safe in bed.
Out comes the people of the night.
A world all their own.
They don't care for the light of day.
Or the structured lives some live.
With beer in hand and laughter on faces.
They are here for the night.
Come take a walk with me.
Don't be scared not all are bad.
There on the corner is MaryJo.
Selling her wares so to speak.
She use to live among us in the day light.
Was married three children that she loves.
Her hubby cheated thought it hurt no one.
I don't think he was right.
Now MaryJo belongs to the night.
See the old man standing there.
Almost as dark as the night himself.
Once he had it all. A loving family a great job.
But he looked for an answer to something in his past.
He looked in the bottom of a bottle. But it was not there to find.
He belongs to the night still looking one bottle at a time.
The young girl on the corner there.
Tells herself no one really cares.
Strung out on the dope. Living a life of no hope.
Another that belongs to the night.
The thing that bothers me.
Is that I am comfortable with all I see.
I was born a child of the night.
So this life is all right.