Politics Poems
True to Orwell’s 1984
by Tammy Darby
They are listening ever quietly, stealthily at your door
Gazing out from your personal viewing screens
Secreted in production and silence by faceless voices
Those the public will never hear or see
They are carefully dissecting your words
Take heed how and of what you speak
Seeking a chink in subliminal government propaganda
That must be corrected
Democracy is not all is seems.
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Government Poem
by James V Daniels
But like, we don't even need a government, is all I'm saying.
If all a government does is deregulate the companies and take way our freedoms- then our priorities need straitening.
And sure, they put police on our streets and pay for our schools. But those police have two jobs and the schools have no cash, and my friends are on zero hours contracts, they can't wait for their money back.
So there's a little something for you all... To think about.
But that's not the problem, more like an overture.
You see, the problem is that folks like you and me rarely turn out to be:
Fruit pickers; warehouse workers; shop fitters; joiners; carpenters; scaffolders; solicitors- wait!
That last one- maybe.
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Is this all there is?
by Dr. Robert Ippaso
Too old by half.
Just ask the media, ask their staff,
Obstinate may be
But surely that writing on the wall can they still see?
Politics not a game for laggards,
Granted some confuse that term with braggards;
Lithe and vibrant does one need be
When all the time their message is “look at me”.
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Should I, Shouldn't I – in Trump’s own words
by Dr. Robert Ippaso
I'm pining, they're whining
I want to announce,
Biden is flailing, Democrats whaling,
Give me the nod and watch me just pounce.
Timing’s the key, I know they want me,
But all my square minders
Scratching their head, tossing in bed,
Remind me to follow the words of our founders.
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Twitter's Aflutter
by Dr. Robert Ippaso
Twitter's aflutter with Trump's missing tweets,
The window the measure of how his heart beats,
Half of the tweeters relieved beyond words,
The other half chirping like a flock of lost birds.
On one hand the world has lost a pastime
On the other the message is clearly sublime,
Words matter they echo, incite and inflame,
If used to promote ideas clearly lame.
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My ace up the sleeve - in Biden’s own words
by Dr. Robert Ippaso
I'm senile, demented, a has been, a dud,
At least that's the story, the Republican fad,
Yet little they know in their haste to throw dirt,
That they're helping my cause with their views so absurd.
Each arrow they fly with anger and speed
Is akin to a child that as yet doesn't read,
It has no direction it lands off its mark,
Its aim misaligned, a shot in the dark.
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Thank-you FBI - in Trumps own words
by Dr. Robert Ippaso
They did it they really did it,
Can you believe it, can it be true;
My folks are angry, their passions lit
One voice united, this act the glue.
Little they know the hornets’ nest
They've now unleashed upon themselves,
They may well smirk at their cute start,
But I'm the ogre, they the elves.
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Watch me in action until he departs - in Trump's words
by Dr. Robert Ippaso
The more I think the more I'm sure
The odds were stacked as all can see,
The Media's rotten to the core
At least on that we should agree.
But two years on what do you think,
Did sleepy Joe succeed or fail,
I hear so many took to drink
Watching the saga of Dither and Flail.
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Is this all there is?
by Dr. Robert Ippaso
Too old by half.
Just ask the media, ask their staff,
Obstinate may be
But surely that writing on the wall can they still see?
Politics not a game for laggards,
Granted some confuse that term with braggards;
Lithe and vibrant does one need be
When all the time their message is “look at me”.
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An Octave of the Lost Sonnet
by Jonathan Tafreg
If you can ignore your true culture,
Then you are mentally ill.
If you are lacking true superstructure,
Better then you take suicide pill.
Never use your dream infrastructure,
Not every blank you must fill.
Backbone no longer agriculture,
For corruption pays all the bill.
