The Poetry Only Thread

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Re: The Poetry Only Thread

Postby dada » Mon Aug 20, 2018 2:49 pm

reposting this poem from the 'wither the democrats' thread, since it's locked now and will fall off the front page. I like the poem, and think it should be seen.

Whither the Democrats?
Where have they gone
They haven't gone anywhere
here all along
Sucking the life out
of working jane and joe
while telling them grand nothings
putting on a big show

Kicking down at the poor
while smiling sweetly
stick to the talking points
cookie-cutter neatly
blaming the commies
the santas and elves
blame all around
except for themselves

Big tent is a rental
for a pretty small crowd
ticket booth signage
says no freaks allowed
repeat tired mantras
expect different results
tweeting weak memes
and misattributed quotes

acting superior
but no one is buying
respect has to be earned
yet they aren't even trying
thinking the people
can be played like an app
Acting like children
in need of a nap

So whither the democrats
where do they be
who cares anymore
they ain't you and me
looking so confident
acting real zen
making the same mistakes
all over again
Both his words and manner of speech seemed at first totally unfamiliar to me, and yet somehow they stirred memories - as an actor might be stirred by the forgotten lines of some role he had played far away and long ago.
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Re: The Poetry Only Thread

Postby Cordelia » Tue Nov 06, 2018 6:03 pm

Ballad of the Ballot Paper

he spoiled
his ballot paper

gave it treats,
bought it sweets,
mooned around
and doted

and, in the process,
became hopelessly de-voted

~ Brian Bilston ~
The greatest sin is to be unconscious. ~ Carl Jung

We may not choose the parameters of our destiny. But we give it its content. ~ Dag Hammarskjold 'Waymarks'
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Re: The Poetry Only Thread

Postby Cordelia » Fri Dec 14, 2018 12:05 pm

The Law for the Wolves

NOW this is the law of the jungle, as old and as true as the sky,
And the wolf that shall keep it may prosper, but the wolf that shall break it must die.

As the creeper that girdles the tree trunk, the law runneth forward and back;
For the strength of the pack is the wolf, and the strength of the wolf is the pack.

Wash daily from nose tip to tail tip; drink deeply, but never too deep;
And remember the night is for hunting and forget not the day is for sleep.

The jackal may follow the tiger, but, cub, when thy whiskers are grown,
Remember the wolf is a hunter—go forth and get food of thy own.

Keep peace with the lords of the jungle, the tiger, the panther, the bear;
And trouble not Hathi the Silent, and mock not the boar in his lair.

When pack meets with pack in the jungle, and neither will go from the trail,
Lie down till the leaders have spoken; it may be fair words shall prevail.

When ye fight with a wolf of the pack ye must fight him alone and afar,
Lest others take part in the quarrel and the pack is diminished by war.

The lair of the wolf is his refuge, and where he has made him his home,
Not even the head wolf may enter, not even the council may come.

The lair of the wolf is his refuge, but where he has digged it too plain,
The council shall send him a message, and so he shall change it again.

If ye kill before midnight be silent and wake not the woods with your bay,
Lest ye frighten the deer from the crop and thy brothers go empty away.

Ye may kill for yourselves, and your mates, and your cubs as they need and ye can;
But kill not for pleasure of killing, and seven times never kill man.

If ye plunder his kill from a weaker, devour not all in thy pride,
Pack-right is the right of the meanest; so leave him the head and the hide.

The kill of the pack is the meat of the pack. Ye must eat where it lies;
And no one may carry away of that meat to his lair, or he dies.

The kill of the wolf is the meat of the wolf. He may do what he will,
But, till he is given permission, the pack may not eat of that kill.

Lair right is the right of the mother. From all of her years she may claim
One haunch of each kill for her litter, and none may deny her the same.

Cub right is the right of the yearling. From all of his pack he may claim
Full gorge when the killer has eaten; and none may refuse him the same.

Cave right is the right of the father, to hunt by himself for his own;
He is freed from all calls to the pack. He is judged by the council alone.

Because of his age and his cunning, because of his gripe and his paw,
In all that the law leaveth open the word of the head wolf is law.

Now these are the laws of the jungle, and many and mighty are they;
But the head and the hoof of the law and the haunch and the hump is—Obey!

~ Rudyard Kipling ~
The greatest sin is to be unconscious. ~ Carl Jung

We may not choose the parameters of our destiny. But we give it its content. ~ Dag Hammarskjold 'Waymarks'
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Re: The Poetry Only Thread

Postby Grizzly » Fri Dec 14, 2018 12:25 pm

THE WELL OF GRIEF
Those who will not slip beneath
the still surface on the well of grief,
turning down through its black water
to the place we cannot breathe,
will never know the source from which we drink,
the secret water, cold and clear,
nor find in the darkness glimmering,
the small round coins,
thrown by those who wished for something else.

~David Whyte

but, shouldn't the above, rest here: http://rigorousintuition.ca/board2/viewtopic.php?f=52&t=41456
“The more we do to you, the less you seem to believe we are doing it.”

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Re: The Poetry Only Thread

Postby MacCruiskeen » Fri Feb 15, 2019 6:26 pm

I used to be a rake,
Then she began to bake...



https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1Vc4JJ8C4N0

You'll knock 'em down like skittles
With some farinaceous vittles...
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Re: The Poetry Only Thread

Postby Elvis » Fri Apr 03, 2020 9:50 pm

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Re: The Poetry Only Thread

Postby Grizzly » Thu Apr 09, 2020 10:57 am

THE SHEEPDOG

don’t cry for the sheepdog
his herding days are done
they’ve sunk so low with Dementia Joe
it’s like they ate their gun

maybe you didn’t know
viability is a code
so allow me to translate:
it’s how much dirt you hold

the nastiness of these creatures
means all their files are plump
and mutually assured destruction
means they’d all go down with Trump

so Russia, Russia, Russia!
Ukraine, Ukraine, Ukraine!
two criminal syndicates go to war
and drive us all insane

will you wake up now Amerika?
or stay docile while they loot?
is Netflix your pied piper?
is Tiger King your flute?

by William Skink
“The more we do to you, the less you seem to believe we are doing it.”

― Joseph mengele
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Re: The Poetry Only Thread

Postby Elvis » Sun May 03, 2020 5:34 am

There's No Denying The New
Bull Market Now
“The purpose of studying economics is not to acquire a set of ready-made answers to economic questions, but to learn how to avoid being deceived by economists.” ― Joan Robinson
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Re: The Poetry Only Thread

Postby JackRiddler » Sun May 03, 2020 9:35 pm

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Langston Hughes, 1965

Emancipation
Long View: Negro


Emancipation, 1865
Sighted through the
Telescope of dreams,
Looms larger,
So much larger,
So it seems,
Than truth can be.

But turn the telescope around,
Look through the larger end,
And wonder why
What was so large
Becomes so small
Again.

..

.
We meet at the borders of our being, we dream something of each others reality. - Harvey of R.I.

To Justice my maker from on high did incline:
I am by virtue of its might divine,
The highest Wisdom and the first Love.

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Re: The Poetry Only Thread

Postby thrulookingglass » Mon May 25, 2020 1:03 pm

Happy War Day USA.

Bleak - by Michael Prochaska

Blood starts drippin' from the soldier's wound
Seeps like sewage 'neath the politician's room

Deep in the house, white fades to red
And the freedom we're fighting for seems to be dead
'Cause we can't win like he once said
No we can't triumph over the hate in our enemy's head
But we're deep in mud over the bullshit we've been fed
While more and more soldiers awake in Heaven's bed

The wind is blowing like a hurricane
In the frightening desolated lands
Where the wolves are insane
And hawks feast on bloody hands

Bullets flying, children dying, mothers crying
While the beasts are lying and hiding
Behind black curtains that no one's finding
But God knows the truth, and He's forevermore sighing

Too many hands washed in widows' tears
Too many echoed gun shots ringing in ears
Too many hearts frozen numb from fears
Of hope too distant, like skylight chandeliers

Wounded souls soaked in blotched black fate
Disillusioned by dark demons' fate

Persistent nightmares of woebegone escape:
Screeching fervently under Liberty's Gate
I grasp the rope fabric with delicate care,
Neck tickling from its bristly hair
My chapped, dry lips whisper a final prayer
Before a tightening ravish pain permeates the air

A bright radiant flash scorches the cloudless horizon
And ashes drift upward, caressing my bare, dangling feet
Bleak, barren, biting malice below seems blazon
But the dead know not the sentiment of defeat.
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Re: The Poetry Only Thread

Postby JackRiddler » Mon May 25, 2020 4:35 pm

Recipe (My C19 Haiku)

Pieces: Whatever's
available. Instructions:
Heat until edible.
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To Justice my maker from on high did incline:
I am by virtue of its might divine,
The highest Wisdom and the first Love.

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Re: The Poetry Only Thread

Postby Grizzly » Mon May 25, 2020 11:57 pm


by William Skink



N MEN

lock me in the sock drawer, mama
the needle men are here
the dreams they bring
with pinprick stings
hiss like daddy’s beer

Christopher on the playground
said his dad has a plan
the heart can see
how the mind deceives
but I didn’t understand

all I see are eyes now, mama
and hands that cannot touch
I want to play
but Karen will say
I use it like a crutch

the cartoons have gone feral
like silly Pepe frog
oh what the heck
I’ll channel KEK
and rule from my log

Daddy hasn’t spoken
for 19 days and nights
before going mum
he told me, his son
to teach rabbits how to fight

I’m not sure how to do this
they cannot hold the knives
so instead I said
with our strong legs
we best run for our lives
“The more we do to you, the less you seem to believe we are doing it.”

― Joseph mengele
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