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Archive for the ‘Politics’ Category
Saturday, January 21st, 2017
New & used Smith – 9 poems, 9 images, 1 song – on Medusa’s Kitchen yesterday:
Good day for my poetry, bad day for the country.
Six Naughts in Search of Nothing
1. In this Factless World
Trump trumps decency
Trump trumps honor
Trump trumps truth
Trump trumps trust
Trump trumps fairness
Trump trumps respect
Trump trumps good
Trump trumps facts
Maybe if we find enough toilet paper
and flush a lot
we can trump Trump
2. For Little Donnie Chump
Out of the deep freeze
comes the cheap cheese
the Small Hands Man
Racist to racist
perv to perv
The degenerate cannot save us
cuz he’s even worse
A small-handed sexist
with no learning curve
To everyone who helped
elect the small-hands-man,
especially Hillary Clinton
who cheated Bernie Sanders
out of the nomination –
you broke it, you bought it…
Hope there’s enough toilet paper
to clean up the mess.
I once said
FBI is lie misspelled
Turns out fib and lie and FBI
What would I say
if our Degenerate-in-Chief died in office?
Who took out the trash?
6. Today an accused child rapist,
admitted sexual predator, serial liar, thief,
tax cheat, braggart, bully
and just in general sticky spot on the floor
you don’t want to examine too closely
became 45th President of the US,
installing perhaps the worst batch of bad men
ever to loiter at the top of our food chain.
May karma flux his flow
bring light to he and his closely encrusted.
– Smith, 1.20.2017
Friday, December 9th, 2016
Mr & Mrs Sisyphus
Wife sick on couch
brought on by stress
of over work and money worries
The daily rolling
of the worry rock
up our uncivilized hill
In this country
we eat our own
after we eat everyone else
But don’t worry
every sale comes with
a conditional warranty
Nothing will break
until you get it home
and through your front door
get third break free
for thrice initial cost
shoddy, bad for the body
Step right up
get your new uselessness here
no need to wait
Small initial payments
which will rapidly bloom
bigger than your eyes, head, or check
There’s a trump for every chump
small hands optional
truth not included
– Smith, 12.9.2016
Donny Chump, the small hands man
Saturday, June 25th, 2016
Donald Trump’s brain
I’m extremely happy with the 9 poems, 8 fotos and 1 song of mine that Medusa’s Kitchen posted this month. This is my 7th consecutive monthly feature in Kathy Kieth’s Kitchen, and I couldn’t be happier, especially since it appears to be a continuing gig.
The song is an example of werewolf rock – a lot of exuberant howls, growls, groans, moans.
A Few Scots Insult Donald Trump
You utter fool.
Oi, buttplug face.
You ignorant fuckmuppet.
You polyester cockwomble.
Ya hamster heedit bampot.
You weaselheaded fucknugget.
You mangled apricot hellbeast.
You witless fucking cocksplat!
You cock juggling thundercunt!
You incomprehensible jizztrumpet.
You leather faced, shit-tobogganist.
You tiny fingered, Cheeto-faced, ferret wearing shitgibbon.
– Smith, 6.24.2016
Sunday, October 4th, 2015
Status Report 94
Politicians lie for money
lie for fame
kill constituents to get in the game
it ain’t funny
but they’re whores for greed
need more green and silver coin
and lusty prosties at their groins
and they don’t care who bleeds
politicians murder and steal
give em money they let you kill
their free lunch paid by your back
what a bunch of slack tacky lack
some would say since they’re killing us
self defense would be a plus
toss em in a room without food or water
and let em eat each other
then display their bones
to scare their clones
into leaving us and lies alone
Get them to listen, or ask them to leave
– Smith, 10.4.2015
Lady sez this pome ain’t positive. I disagree. CEO’s and their house slaves the politicians are killing us, this country, the environment, the planet, its plants, its animals.
Self defense demands we stop them through education and enlightenment, or else jail if they won’t listen, or finally, if nothing else works, by blood in the streets . . . whatever it takes to turn them around.
If we don’t, the planet dies . . . and we ain’t got no place to go.
The fact is, we outnumber them. Our rights way outweigh theirs. Their choice is listen or leave.
Capitalism – eats its young, its old, its in-betweens
Friday, September 11th, 2015
This ain’t too bad for a bad pun poem built on a pre-dawn pre-cup of coffee riff that fell out of my mouth before my wife’s stern unsmiling ears . . . didn’t crack a smile from her until my final Scoobie Doo.
Politics in America in the Age of Unreason
Shoebooty is when one wears
a shoe on their left foot and a boot on their right
Bootshoey is shoe on right, boot on left
The two camps fight all the day and all the night
over whether right’s left or left’s right
In end seam the left felt right and right fell wrong
at least so far that’s been my song or so it seems
Left … left … left .. left …
I left my wife and 49 kids in starving condition
without any gingerbread did I do right
right … right … right …
right by my country hip by jingo
first they hire me then they fire me
that’s when I left … left… left …
and round around we go
Curly Larry and Mostly Moe
every four years we do it again
getting down in unoriginal sin
cept it’s getting worse
cuz the right ain’t right and they run on wrong
while the left’s left with their insane song
and they’re all awaiting the coming hearse
while on the public they’re both a curse
which is why I wear both feet bare
so no wrong right left to heft life’s unneat defeat
Shoe be do shoe be don’t
I’m only gonna walk with the honorable folk
cuz showboats don’t float my moat
(which leaves out all Republicscams
and most Demoncraps)
Sorry folks but that’s beware it’s at
Scooby doobie oo shoo be doo be
shoo be doo be doo da day
zip a dee doo dah zip a dee ay
strangers in the right wrong their way
– Smith, 9.11.2015
Monday, March 16th, 2015
Laying flowers side by side on the table
to array the palette of a bouquet, my jackleg fingers
in this matter remembering the words of
Thich Nhat Hanh, “leave space in
Looking towards learning skillful compositions,
juxtapositions of color and shape and mood, so many
ways to make and discover frontiers
Which reminds me of you–how you
would have every day novel, a zany birthday party
on a dance floor platform for whirling happiness, your
camera curiosity seeking out photos like the world
is full of easter eggs, and it is
Yet sometimes the spicy lightning
of your attention’s like you’re zapping barbed xrays
of unjust situations with moralizing words–promising
them their comeuppance
Condemnation of entire domains
heuristically earned yet with wild daisies of grace
sprouting exceptions to the rules and you smile with
surprise like the cheer of holding my hand and running
through a sprinkler
I’m growing a whole bunch of exceptions for you,
a lawn, a street, a town, a county, a country, the world–
I’m gathering them and the other flowers
for the fiesta of our lives
Tuesday, June 17th, 2014
PEACE POUNDS AT THE DOOR
Like a concerned neighbor,
peace pounds at the door
Peace demands to be let in
Peace does the hard work,
picking toys up off the floor
wiping faces like a parent
figuring stuff out like
soothes tantrum tattle
Peace is strong,
strong as the Universe
It’s a stress reliever,
peace flying outwards forever like breath,
like surf, frontier of trumpets
and drums, celebrations
and flying angels
Thursday, October 10th, 2013
I tell myself
Pretend you are a limp noodle
or something just sated & sitting
or even gently walking
Take that knot that’s occupied your mind
and push it away when it gets too tight
That puzzle that you like to work on–
don’t get strung up in it
Take that hairy thing and behold it
in your mind’s hands and lap
Settle for the math of wholeness,
parse the fractions out of the fur,
brush the burrs from the Pomeranian
It’s OK to throw out the burrs
I know you like to think about
everything from start to finish
The life cycle of matter and ideas
But for groundedness’s sake, just
let it loose sometimes
Even let the Pomeranians
run loose with all the burrs
they can find
Other people are dealing
with the issues
Take your time
sip and sup
let stress go
relax the center
of the universe
Friday, October 4th, 2013
attack of the stink bugs – fotosmith
You don’t miss dirt until the ground runs wet
Don’t scuff your shoes until the hounds are let
Don’t pay for those until these are gone
Don’t use condoms in hope of more spawn
They say east is west and orange new black
Yet forget the fact that tack lacks slack
But talk enough in their double tongue
Reveals true depth by showing none
Their shallow end’s too deep for them
These minimal unmemorable men
Whose yes or no slides so for pay
Who play what those above say they pray
Stop is go and go got gone
It’s been a lie all along
They change the words after each scene
And claim it didn’t mean a thing
But next time for sure they’ll get it right
And swear for rare they’ll play fair
Yet it’s Three-Card Monte every night
Hide this under that right here over there
Been fooled for once, been fooled for twice
Be thinking this stinking fooling ain’t nice
— Smith, 10.3.2013
family of can – fotosmith
Tuesday, April 9th, 2013
I don’t like the idea of foolishness in the sense that someone would be seen as disempowered, disrespected by virtue of having done something stupid. I feel that some sometimes write people off too quickly. I feel that some–many–want solid exemplars to lead in various domains, yet people are people.
It is interesting that everyone seems to be oriented towards acknowledging that personal and professional and ethical and spiritual growth is good. Yet in order to grow from a less perfect state to a more perfect state, one has to have been in the less perfect state to start with. (This being where the meaning of growth is beneficial progress.)
And certainly we want people to be able to change such that they are making better decisions and doing better things.
Quite often I have seen some politician make a good decision only to be decried by some people for having made bad decisions in the past–the people sometimes say, “Well, he or she is just doing that in order to appear good and for political reasons.”
But what would beneficial change look like, what would beneficial actions look like, what would authenticity look like when it happens? Why have so many decried beneficial happenings just because of the person who has done them?
It’s like there are these little stepping planks, and everyone says, “Look, there’s a river we must cross to get into a better future.”
And so there are all these people complaining about no wire being strung across the river, no posts being put down, no planks being put down.
But then someone does put a post down in the river and many of the people demonstrating on the bank say, “Oh, well, don’t fool yourself. He or she’s just doing that because it looks good.”
There’s got to be some momentum when you put down enough posts in that river. Everyone can see the posts. All you have to do is put down the planks then. And then people can walk over it to the other side. Indeed, this has happened on many social issues, and even some environmental ones.
There’s a spiritual component to this. If you truly take to heart the ramifications of physics, of the observer being part of the system that is being observed, then you have to acknowledge your perception helps create this whole big Thing.
So faith comes into this. Faith is applied perception, applied good will, applied openness toward receiving the good will of others, applied openness toward seeing others improve and be good.
So when we see that politician enabling the post being put in the metaphorical river to build a bridge to the better future, let’s encourage her or him.