Politics Poems
102. Parallels
by Kea Campbell
Light from two bulbs drapes over my bathroom mirror;
One filament severed and the other quite near.
Steam fogs my reflection from the uselessness of the shower.
A familiar feeling of my lungs: wrangled and floundered.
Sago by my sill, most placate, my mind.
A kind sight to your eye; you'd die for a bite.
White-potted for pleasantries, and loved to a tee.
Mutualistic co-habitants in a cycle of exchanging O2 for C.
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Donald Trump Poems
by Michael R. Burch
There are poems for Donald Trump and poems inspired by Donald Trump.
Toupée or Not Toupée, That is the Question
by Michael R. Burch
There once was a brash billionaire
who couldn't afford decent hair.
Vexed voters agreed:
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99. In My Perfect World
by Kea Campbell
In a perfect world, you and I could saunter— free.
Breathing fresh, salt-licked air.
Where the ocean reaches for our feet, and the sun melts into the sea, and the sky drapes over its long lost twin.
Where the forest and the sky and the land love humanity dearly, like a neighborhood that could thrive for eternity.
In a perfect world, there would be no bicker of capitalists and environmentalists— merely political empathy.
I dream of boring news channels.
When red, white, and blue don't seem so embarrassing, nor disgraceful to half of the country, and "liberty and justice for all" hugs "all" comfortably.
When the government is wed to candor bound by the promise of life and liberty, and diplomacy relieves, and monopolies fancy consumers' well-being.
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Nothing More Than a Change of Mind
by D James
You who with confidence proclaim your truths
Steadfast in opinion ever since your youth
Always know your move in the voting booth
Which way you’re going to steer
You who philosophise divine
Find ways to argue your unwavering line
Hear these words, though they aren’t mine,
‘Nothing more than a change of mind, my dear’.
You find your view and then find the facts
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Suction World Cup
by Jimmy Graham
Don't let the merry men of the Highway overthrow everything you thought you deserved! You came to your classrooms early and remained a tad late, but not too late. We had our daily chores that seemed to amuse, stimulate, and fascinate the previous generation of distracted-worker-bees.The philosophy of the non-seeker became a way to manage your misery. It hit me like a shard of brick-I think perhaps that Marxism( being so much like a life draining, color absorbing, vampiric sucking-suck machine) may have achieved world domination and we were too sucked-off to realize. It’s all so self destructive . The Sucker has made a Sucker of himself in the most sucky way.
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Nothing More Than a Change of Mind
by D James
You who with confidence proclaim your truths
Steadfast in opinion ever since your youth
Always know your move in the voting booth
Which way you’re going to steer
You who philosophise divine
Find ways to argue your unwavering line
Hear these words, though they aren’t mine,
‘Nothing more than a change of mind, my dear’.
You find your view and then find the facts
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Suction World Cup
by Jimmy Graham
Don't let the merry men of the Highway overthrow everything you thought you deserved! You came to your classrooms early and remained a tad late, but not too late. We had our daily chores that seemed to amuse, stimulate, and fascinate the previous generation of distracted-worker-bees.The philosophy of the non-seeker became a way to manage your misery. It hit me like a shard of brick-I think perhaps that Marxism( being so much like a life draining, color absorbing, vampiric sucking-suck machine) may have achieved world domination and we were too sucked-off to realize. It’s all so self destructive . The Sucker has made a Sucker of himself in the most sucky way.
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102. Parallels
by Kea Campbell
Light from two bulbs drapes over my bathroom mirror;
One filament severed and the other quite near.
Steam fogs my reflection from the uselessness of the shower.
A familiar feeling of my lungs: wrangled and floundered.
Sago by my sill, most placate, my mind.
A kind sight to your eye; you'd die for a bite.
White-potted for pleasantries, and loved to a tee.
Mutualistic co-habitants in a cycle of exchanging O2 for C.
......
99. In My Perfect World
by Kea Campbell
In a perfect world, you and I could saunter— free.
Breathing fresh, salt-licked air.
Where the ocean reaches for our feet, and the sun melts into the sea, and the sky drapes over its long lost twin.
Where the forest and the sky and the land love humanity dearly, like a neighborhood that could thrive for eternity.
In a perfect world, there would be no bicker of capitalists and environmentalists— merely political empathy.
I dream of boring news channels.
When red, white, and blue don't seem so embarrassing, nor disgraceful to half of the country, and "liberty and justice for all" hugs "all" comfortably.
When the government is wed to candor bound by the promise of life and liberty, and diplomacy relieves, and monopolies fancy consumers' well-being.
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93. So, Defeating
by Kea Campbell
Fingers rest at F and J and the keys ask, “How are you?”
My hands are speechless… “I’m okay, just feeling out of tune.”
Tired eyes from trauma and headaches from national news,
Unable to side with the hypocrite Demis or self-centered men in blue suits.
Pardon my pessimism, but the present is all too intense.
I empathize with the 15.4 million and contemplate the 49 thousand.
What a shame of how difficult it is to find a true friend,
But I reap what I sow, considering I no longer make an attempt.
Don’t get the wrong idea if I can’t find any more of me to give.
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