natsel - Hello Poetry

Dog Days of U.S. Politics Our dog days of pols and pundits are here Like pathogens thriving without antidote Or insects immune to every repellent They adapt and survive; their goal is your vote. Twenty-four/seven they're on the attack Inventing solutions with simple sound bites Then eager reporters with blow-dried ambition Primp, and turn fiction to fact overnight. "Democracy" poisoned by anonymous donors Congress panders to a privileged few Their money controls and dictates the fate Of pols who have pledged to represent you. The U.S. readily chastises others Advising and preaching democracy While our congress is bought and sold on a scale That is laughable for its hypocrisy. So political ads infested your home You call EPA who deal with pollution: "Please dispose of these, sir, I am sick of the lies." "An infection of Broadcast Toxins," he sighs, "For which we have no solution."

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Sep 21, 2016

Sep 21, 2016 at 7:45 PM UTC

natsel

Dog Days

Dog Days of U.S. Politics Our dog days of pols and pundits are here Like pathogens thriving without antidote Or insects immune to every repellent They adapt and survive; their goal is your vote. Twenty-four/seven they're on the attack Inventing solutions with simple sound bites Then eager reporters with blow-dried ambition Primp, and turn fiction to fact overnight. "Democracy" poisoned by anonymous donors Congress panders to a privileged few Their money controls and dictates the fate Of pols who have pledged to represent you. The U.S. readily chastises others Advising and preaching democracy While our congress is bought and sold on a scale That is laughable for its hypocrisy. So political ads infested your home You call EPA who deal with pollution: "Please dispose of these, sir, I am sick of the lies." "An infection of Broadcast Toxins," he sighs, "For which we have no solution."

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Lady Wind Visits She indulges joy of movement o'er Fields of rye that sway below her breast, as billows roll beneath inhaling summer's heat At dawn she sweeps a mirrored lake Whose surface shudders, now awake No rest--move on--no time for doubt-- Not prone to be discrete Savannas bow beneath her gaze A stand of willows in the haze Proud trees submit, turn inside out Deprived of all conceit Dispersing clouds she leaves a pattern Of curls and swirls and ions scattered Defiant crow is tossed about Concedes a rare defeat A pause in beauty's wingless pace Her mood and willfulness displaced Perhaps caprice, or just blown out Now calm--she'll soon repeat

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Sep 18, 2016

Sep 18, 2016 at 12:11 PM UTC

natsel

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Lady Wind Visits She indulges joy of movement o'er Fields of rye that sway below her breast, as billows roll beneath inhaling summer's heat At dawn she sweeps a mirrored lake Whose surface shudders, now awake No rest--move on--no time for doubt-- Not prone to be discrete Savannas bow beneath her gaze A stand of willows in the haze Proud trees submit, turn inside out Deprived of all conceit Dispersing clouds she leaves a pattern Of curls and swirls and ions scattered Defiant crow is tossed about Concedes a rare defeat A pause in beauty's wingless pace Her mood and willfulness displaced Perhaps caprice, or just blown out Now calm--she'll soon repeat

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She indulges joy of movement o'er Fields of rye that sway below her breast, as billows roll beneath inhaling summer's heat At dawn she sweeps a mirrored lake Whose surface shudders, now awake No rest--move on--no time for doubt-- Not prone to be discrete Savannas bow beneath her gaze A stand of willows in the haze Proud trees submit, turn inside out Deprived of all conceit Dispersing clouds she leaves a pattern Of curls and swirls and ions scattered Defiant crow is tossed about Concedes a rare defeat A pause in beauty's wingless pace Her mood and willfulness displaced Perhaps caprice, or just blown out Now calm--she'll soon repeat

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Sep 14, 2016

Sep 14, 2016 at 11:26 PM UTC

natsel

Lady Wind Visits

She indulges joy of movement o'er Fields of rye that sway below her breast, as billows roll beneath inhaling summer's heat At dawn she sweeps a mirrored lake Whose surface shudders, now awake No rest--move on--no time for doubt-- Not prone to be discrete Savannas bow beneath her gaze A stand of willows in the haze Proud trees submit, turn inside out Deprived of all conceit Dispersing clouds she leaves a pattern Of curls and swirls and ions scattered Defiant crow is tossed about Concedes a rare defeat A pause in beauty's wingless pace Her mood and willfulness displaced Perhaps caprice, or just blown out Now calm--she'll soon repeat

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