Poetry: Gravy Train Drip by Don Beukes

Genre: Political

 
Implosion confusion citizens losin decay disruption fake faction no illusion anarchaic mismanagement they don’t dare say it but we know it misfed masses chew on promised molasses the need for upliftment infectious their leader his ravenous hounds their nemesis how to sweet talk this deepening the apocalyptic political gravy couldron abyss who to dismiss let’s fight this corrupt cancerous spasms deepen our country’s evolutionary chasm creating an ever widening crevasse how to deal with this the people first clench your fists in realisation the leaders plotting perfecting our damnation our rainbow nation infected false oracles elected wake from your sedated slumber or eternally regret it racial dischord still playing a dangerous note remove your visionary peel gather to once again cause our nation to heal allow the next generations to soar weed out the political flaw or would you welcome a future accusatory war? Time has long since passed for robotic political cultural obedience it’s time to remove ravenous festering fiends stop moaning and amass once again to remove a system failing let’s cause a final incision now is the time to imprint your desperate decision extract the political vermin infecting you with a gold dust slime filled old revised simmering sermon do not neglect our human intellect rise my people rise once again to fully exercise your right to change the current order squeeze out failing fodder tighten their rotten collar rise my people rise halt their obvious demise your actions might root out unscrupulous political factions ensure you do not become miscalculated human fractions once again unite and if you must even usurp to stop the ongoing rotten gravy train drip rise my people rise the time is now any means any how liberate once again a nation still on the mend…

© Don Beukes

Author of ‘ The Salamander Chronicles,’
 

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Poetry: IT IS FINISHED by Gabriel Eziorobo

Genre: African leaders, Society, Political

 
They say it is finished
they say they will do us well
more than the colonial masters
of the past
that we don’t need to worry about anything
but learn how to be slaves.

They say it is finished
they made us believe
the things for the deaf people
they say we don’t need to worry about anything
but learn how to be deaf.

They say it is finished
they put us here in this paradise
which prison is better of
they say we don’t need to worry about anything
but learn how to be prisoners
hoping to be free someday.
 

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Poetry: THE BALLAD OF JOHNNY RAY SIXPACK by John Ervin

Genre: Rhyme, Political

 
inspired by the John Ervin screenplay “The Look of Hate”
available for free download at https://filmfreeway.com/project/904563

This here’s the ballad of Johnny Ray Sixpack
He’s gonna teach the world the meanin’ of payback
With his Trooper Thrust Street Sweeper
And more guns to make liberal-losers weepers
He’s a warrior for The Honorable Donald J. Trump
An alt-right Pit Bull – when he barks, snowflakes jump!

But, hey, he knows how to loosen his belt
Watchin’ hardcore porn till his face melts
He likes a good beer
When he’s pumpin’ fear
In the hearts of them coastal elite
And immigrants, hell, he’s turnin’ up the heat
He’s guardin’ The Wall, to make sure they go back
Or else they’re gonna learn the meanin’ of payback!

This here’s the ballad of Johnny Ray Sixpack
 

 

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Big Family, Poetry by Caiubi Maranho

 Genre: Family, Political

 Countries should be a large family

With more experiences help the younger ones

Each one respecting their space

Feeding on the immensity

That humans have

Since they are harvested

In the most noble of virtues

Pulling off

The best that each one holds

For the machines

Tell of themselves

Which is not necessary

Artificial intelligence

In a fruitful

Coming from peace

So that everyone

Have a home

 

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the Garden, Poetry by Johnny Solstice

 GENRE: POLITICS, ECOLOGY,

The garden’s overgrown now
The poppies gone to seed
The flowerbeds run over
And all is choked by weeds

No-ones done the pruning
And the pond is stagnant slime
The brambles are encroaching
Too late for weeding time

The fields have gone to fallow
The veg no longer food
The fruit has started rotting
And the bees have left for good

The birds no longer singing
The river has dried up
Nothing is worth eating
And nowt is safe to sup

There’s autumn leaves in springtime
Desolation all around
There is no milk and honey
Or beauty to be found

Outside the gates of Eden
Adam sits and weeps
An aching in his ribcage
An apple at his feet
BY JOHNNY SOLSTICE

 

 

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Richest Nation, Poetry by Donna Roberts

 
Genre: Political, Rhyme

Oh, A Nation of Assault
Whilst we’re all in default

Reminiscent of former cataclysm
Government locked the vault
how much longer shall we wait
as the grey haired fools debate
Listening to the tale of jobs they will avail

A generation of innovation is at hand
will they listen
So prosperity can expand
the families suffer
with little buffer

When healthcare is in despair
and college loans unfair
Senior citizens living on a prayer
Its hard to be aware
Do you Dare?
Do you Dare?

Corporate Greed is how they feed
starts as a seed, becomes a need
Dictate Dictate Dictate
Then they turn the table and
give the activist a label

They wont be happy till they are done
When no one can afford to have fun
There’s a lot pain
When your at the bottom of the food chain
In the richest nation in the world!
 

 

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GROWTH IN BREXIT, Poetry by David Steven Twist

 Genre: Political

The Twist meme for cultural breakdowns or how to build a cultural map

Auto culture your unique cultural fingerprint

Micro responsive sensitive a small cohort with a scheme

Meso standard calendering time culture connecting the micro and macro culture

Macro interaction with the business environment a dominant scheme

Meta active mechanics in the way it is done

Peta aware Spirit the reward code dependent on spiritual climate

How do you make a game?

First off come up with some basic rules.

Kiss Cuddle
Shock Push

This is the Twist meme on corporate parenting this set can best be described as

Token Buy in
Dissonance Change drive

Four quadrants each with four functions The Reward Code is dependent on the spirit climate

Q1 f2 f1 Q2
f3 f4 f3 f4
f1 f2 f1 f2
Q3 f4 f3 Q4

Consider this a reward code is a brand flavor your spirit. However the climate changes how rewards are perceived and misjudging the climate means ultimately that your reward will be viewed in that context (Ed. Ice Lolly’s in a blizzard)

 

 

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Children Of Adam, Poetry by Huseyin Abudharr Ali

 Genre: Political

Were there noone left in the world with a conscience,
And the idea of human rights was seen as old fashioned nonsense,
Were the media to call my peaceful means acts of terror,
And I was alone in this world on my endeaver,
Were people to spit at me in the streets,
And never listen to a word I say whenever I’d speak,
Were they to try make me turn my back I could never let them,
For they are the children of Adam how can I forget them,

Even if they were to hang me in Trafalgar Square,
And I struggled to stay conscious out of fear,
Even when trying to find hope seems hopeless,
And I they drugged me up so much I couldn’t even focus,
Even if they gave me a choice between London Dungeon,
Or the stolen wealth of the tower of London,
Were they to try give me amnesia I could never let them,
For they are the children of Adam how can I forget them,

If I ever lived when kindness was seen as a weakness,
And I was the only one left who believed this,
If my cause was seen as a type of mental illness,
And I became a pariah in my community because I feel this,
If my body was so exhausted I could barely move,
And the only options put in front of me was quit or loose,
Then they offered to put the sun in right hand and the moon in my left,
Still they are the children of Adam how can I forget the oppressed,

 

 

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spiritual cold war, Poetry by David Steven Twist

Genre: Political, Satire

I’ve tried to invoke a spiritual counter measure to Coke Cola stealing a saint as a brand  ambassador by resurrecting the spirit of Edgar Alan Poe to fight the fizzy drink

 The Rix
The Rix rapped rapidly ready and ravishly.
Eying the Red Man bound on his
floor!
His belly a tremor his voice lost its tenor; as he pleaded Dilemma and freedom
restore!
His cry through the night – space and through light ; to Heaven with might Hark
Michael with lore.

The Rix raggered wrong rancorous song.
A Mellifluous melody, madness and mel’choly Through hearts souls mind for ever
no-more!
(Meaghar my friend your sword please amend; this tragedy scene I must deplore!)

The Cellar went bright manifest light –
Righteous at height Rix wroggled as right Michael did smite the
shadow before!
The Green Man stood loud ,sonorous and proud; His bondage in buddles on the
floor

Be free child’s friend as time you bend For Earths Hearths are waiting in store.

Peace and love in the light
good night

Beloved

 

 

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Politico 2016, Poetry by Farzana moon

Genre: Political, Society

Politico 2016 by Farzana moon http://farzanamoon.blogspot.com

 

Trump child Trump wild

Make America white again

 

Skate board water board

Replace gun with naked sword

Cut Muslim’s jugular vein

Make America white again

 

Honor thy wall of hate

Punch insult prate

Erase name of faith profane

Make America white again

 

Latinos Muslims Mexicans

Terrorist trashy neighbors

All our enemies in great domain

Make America white again

 

Sing dance and proclaim

Trump the emperor in gold frame

Fortunes of world we will gain

Make America white again

 

Life Matters in parchment white

Soar aloft in ether and glide

We know world has gone insane

Make America Great Again

 

 

 

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