"constituency" poems
Do dust bunnies have consciousness?
Does instinct guide them?
Instructing their best chance of survival
Is to hunker down,
Go out of sight,
Hide under a piece of furniture?
Will they survive & thrive in Dust Land,
Dust Land Planet Earth
Where cat hair is
“A sizeable constituency,”
So would say some latter day Machiavel’.
When spring comes, at last,
Will the minority Party
The Politburo in absentia,
Pick up on,
Comprehend the fact?
The red-red boffin
Goes beaucoup mnemonic, again.
“Wake up, wake up you sleepy head!
Get up, get out o' bed!
Cheer up! Cheer up!
The sun is red.
Live, love, laugh and be happy!”
The red-red-Redbird comes
Hammer & Sickle cell, again.
Jun 1, 2014
Jun 1, 2014 at 6:11 PM UTC
New England is triumphant, as she maintains the historical roots of North America.
Rebellions were concocted in order to inform and subdue those who were impressionable.
It is unfortunate that truth was concealed by presumed greatness, and that the problem continues.
Political agendas prevail in the West in the name of consumerism, and the Great Architect of the Universe continues to unravel the delusion of a seemingly greater design. The obelisk will bow to cosmological establishments, and the flag of unity will no longer be recognised. I will now say goodbye to the President and his constituency.
Dec 31, 2013
Dec 31, 2013 at 4:10 PM UTC
The darkened corners of forgotten yesterdays clouded the view as the gaping maw of need stared across the chasm at necessity . Almost as if there was a reason for it’s contiguous constituency it reflected the myriad animations of it’s creator . Crystalline forms in infinite diversity beyond the subjective sublimations of mass crowded the integral forms of it’s subjugated spontaneities perversions as the well of it’s unity sang of the cause for it’s being .
The single-mindedness of it’s recumbent beginnings were all but lost to the ramifications of itself as the children of it’s repulsion waxed and waned .
The twinkling of an eye , the integration of ages , countless extrapolations of it’s *********** vanished into the nature of their being as the tainted refuse of their wanton progressions began their mutual processions back to the source , or wandered through the surrealistic ethereum of their eternally predestined nothingness .
Causalities purity reigned as all became the reason for it’s own creation , and vanished into the implosion of it’s own ***********
Jan 22, 2013
Jan 22, 2013 at 3:54 AM UTC
What putrefaction oozes up from hell
To poison aquifers of decency
And common sense? The crops of
reason smell And do not nourish the constituency.
What polar vortex drops from unknown heights To freeze the congregations of the heart?
The steeples topple, enmity ignites
And malice rips tranquility apart.
The times devolve. Security and peace, Once real estate on which a home could rise,
Shrugs off its immigrants, revokes its lease
And shows indifference to human cries.
A Lucifer of arrogant display
Has come to sweep benevolence away.
Apr 18, 2016
Apr 18, 2016 at 4:46 PM UTC
The conservative element in DC
Has something else as priority.
It sure is not you, nor is it me.
It’s a much more powerful constituency:
Those who pull strings do not care
Unless you are a multi-millionaire
And contribute to their greedy cause
Like some kind of Santa Claus.
They keep on doing what they’re doing
******** who they were ********
I would explain it all if I could
But sometimes words do no good.
Behind all the gobbledy ****
Someone is not playing by the book.
Winning with lies is what they are trying
To make the true facts look like lying.
They keep you so confused that you
You believe what they want you to,
So you won’t see behind their wiles
To bring their larcenous ***** to trial.
Dignifying public rumors of buggery
You look away from skullduggery.
A few insignificant happenstances
Eclipse treasonous circumstances.
You ***** about gays and abortion
While conservatives commit extortion
And persecution in Jesus’ name.
To them it’s all a ratings game.
If you don’t care what people feel
You lose all track of what is real.
You turn into a tool for deception;
A dupe of sleight-of-hand misdirection.
As long as things are as they are
We’ll get run over by the clown car
Which is the Congress currently seated.
And as long as they remain undefeated
The rules will leave the deck stacked.
Nobody in DC will have our backs.
Why should they care about our whim
When the way it is benefits them?
We need one item, one bill rules
Or we end up the same beaten fools.
We need campaign funding to be equal
Or each election becomes a sequel
To what happened with Gore and Bush
When backdoor politics bit us in the ****
The only way change will ever come around
Is to take the loopholes from these clowns.
Dec 11, 2015
Dec 11, 2015 at 11:07 PM UTC
Care to elaborate?
There are so many.
Colin Kaepernick, e.g.,
Trying so hard to work the
African-American community--
A useful constituency--to wit:
Barack Obama, no stranger to ********
Then there's Donald Trump:
Like Andy Dufresne who "crawled
Through a river of **** he expects to
Come out "Clean on the other side."
And lest we forget: Hilary.
Mrs. Clinton uses ******** like magic.
She's Cruella Deville disguised as
Glinda the Good Witch in Oz.
Just ask Bill.
Sep 26, 2016
Sep 26, 2016 at 11:53 PM UTC
The world in unison
The world as one
Hearts sink at sight
Of the setting sun
The world in unison
The world as friends
As if one constituency
To each other we tend
All hearts in unison
In grief and sorrow
Knowing that some
Are bereft of Life's tomorrow
All hands in unison
To steep in prayer
Devoting homilies
Filled with perfect care
All life in harmony
Will find it's way
This song is for Albion
And the warrior spirits there
Mar 2, 2017
Mar 2, 2017 at 8:49 AM UTC
the political debate
has become rather base
female and male politicians
hurling plenty of mace around the place
the opposition leader's uncalled for tirades
tearing the Prime Minister down
and she in turn
taking a few swipes at his crown
gender politics is playing
in Parliament House these days
and little of it
makes for a respectful array
a cessation isn't on the horizon
in Canberra town
and the behavior of our politicians
is getting the constituency down
politicians of eras past
would be most discomforted
by
the present debating cast
Mar 12, 2013
Mar 12, 2013 at 5:58 PM UTC
I can't eat this mother
the pearl barley has the constituency of snot
Ok beat me around the head again, give me another
but I swear from ever on..... no more stew mother
From those days
those dumpling filled days
the ******** chasing me
over hills and valleys in nightmares
No I will not put that in my mouth
ever if my life depended on it
I tell you what you can do with your stew
give it to another, no more stew mother
By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
Feb 3, 2014
Feb 3, 2014 at 1:27 PM UTC
Two thoughts come to mind this morning. The deficiencies in
our systems of governance -
local, global -
and the first two pages of The End of Faith in which he
mistakes political (acts of war) for
religious acts,
but recognizes understanding the workings of the world is not
the same as knowing
the unknowable.
Every new twinge provokes fear but what is there to fear?
That one won't
live forever?
The year of a man is the day of an inchworm and 267 years
on a reverse-
rotating Venus.
A billion of anything is a lot unless it's the distance one must
traverse to look
at God.
How much silence, or tinnitus, can you handle? A chipmunk
cannot for long
stand still.
Once the twinge passes I'm off to the next task: building a
constituency for this compassion,
that solution.
The dialogue starts with a question. To know the question is
almost certainly to find
an answer.
Conflating questions is the commonest of logic errors. No
negotiation unless the
violence ends.
Why not talk while we fight? We can always **** torture or
assassinate
between conversations.
Justice, or retribution if you want, can remain on the table
even after we
achieve understanding.
Nature is my religion, I know no other, and community is my
church.
The sacrament
is policy debate. I attend church everyday. Our jobs are
hymns (the classifieds
a hymnal)
and payment for services rendered is sung praise and
gratitude. Walking and talking
is prayer.
Strategies to limit or subvert discussion are the only evil.
Violence
is one
but not by far the only one. What's the hurry to build a
highway or free
a people?
The secret of life is enjoying the passage of time and time is
the mercy
of eternity.
Aug 10, 2015
Aug 10, 2015 at 9:20 AM UTC
JO *** MP
A loving mother with life and soul
A bright young woman of her time
A caring woman who topped the poll
Has been cut down in her prime
A vicious ****** callous and cruel
A local man now held by police
A man with no compassion at all
Dear Jo *** now rest in peace.
Labour Member of Parliament for Birstall, Jo *** 41, was murdered
in her constituency on June 16, 2016
Jun 18, 2016
Jun 18, 2016 at 4:44 PM UTC
WOE HAS IMMIGRATION BECOME TOPIC OF LATE. REPUBLICANS ARGUE DUE PROCESS BUT LEAVE DRUGS FROM DEBATE. CONGRESS CONSTITUENCY PREDICTING THEIR FATE. CARTELS GIVEN POWER BY AMERICAN DOLLAR. KEEPERS ASLEEP AT GATE. IN RECESSION YET NO DISCRETION BUYING ALL WITHOUT PRICE A QUESTION. TAKE OFF THE TOP CARTEL PROCEEDS NOW IMMIGRANTS FLEE AND YOU QUESTION THEIR NEEDS. VOTE TO SEND BACK TO HELL BUT WANT OBAMA FOR SHOW AND TELL? JUST TO SEE LIVES DAMAGED BY YOUR GREED. SAY YOU WANT LEAD BUT NEVER TAKE HEED. GUESS HIGH YELLOW IS STILL BLACK INDEED! VETO EVERYTHING AND IF COULD WHEN SLAVES FREED. HOW DID LIBERTY BECOME HIGH SCHOOL GANG ASSEMBLY? NOT EVEN LOOKING AT COMMON SENSE! YOU JUST BANG AGAINST HE. BACK AND FOURTH PETTY BICKER FROM MEN WITH DEGREES COSTING SIX FIGURES. WHAT YOU REALLY FEAR IS NOT OBAMA! YOU SEE IMMIGRANTS AS BROWN *******
- KING MELCHIZEDEK.
Jul 12, 2014
Jul 12, 2014 at 10:33 AM UTC
Objectified manifest's dimensional delineations are totally tangential to trajectory extant. Infinite possibility's exponentially extemporaneous eidetic prospectus perpetrates incorporeity ideology's perfectible ontology. It's sheer omnificent ubiquity. Manumission's vicarious recalcitrance to epistemological entelechy's maieutic had an exogamous homogeny with spatiotemporal telemetry's exigence. The basic fecundity of cosmic continuum's radix repartee's mesomerism becomes corporeally preternatural's impetus intrigue to intuitional intrepid.
Livid lucid lambent loquacious emanations that presage synergy's retrospectively retroactive to nuance fulgurous fulham's fulcrum. Cognizance categorical imperative's cognitive, clairaudience clairvoyance, omniscient omnipotent omnipresence. Unary's unbridled aorist actuator's ethology's entelechy. Zoomorphic zoolatry's social contiguities to demagoguery. Hegira to Xanadu ne plus ultra exodus. Elan Vital's apotheosis. Hectic duty deontological probity. Noumenal sentience's irrefragably inevitable semantics. Pandemically phatic futurity fatidic to kitsch kithe. Chicanery dynamism's fealty!
I'm sorry Melan but I don't believe that we must lose track of our corporeal being's identity to experience the true essence of love. We should enhance each other's cognizance constituency.
Jun 1, 2024
Jun 1, 2024 at 9:36 AM UTC
Her love was sure and fathoms deep
Warming everybody it embraced
Her heart was strong and steeped in kindness
Curves of compassion etched on her face
Imagining she could build a better world
She took to the challenge with zeal and zest
Incredible, she inspired by example
Never giving less than her best
An ambassador for altruism
She represented all persons
As if the world was one constituency
Because with division things just worsen
But one fateful day she was taken
The mourners in thousands like herds
Thinking she’d be silenced her killer was mistaken
The whole world got to hear her words
What marvels she would have achieved
We are destined to never know
But her accomplishments will never end
If we all pledge to love like Jo
Nov 23, 2016
Nov 23, 2016 at 9:40 PM UTC
Thinking more of your constituency
than they do of themselves…
—political suicide
(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2018)
Jul 21, 2018
Jul 21, 2018 at 2:38 PM UTC
in September we're having an election
us voters are desirous of a new policy direction
the present governments spending has gone over the top
we the constituency want it all to stop
when we fill out our ballot papers at the polls
we'll put the other party into a governing role
the nations economy will do very well under their leadership
for they are the party with a good financial grip
the balance of payments wont look so sickly
in the capable hands of the other party
for five years we've had a reckless mob in charge of the accounts
we are not well pleased with their deficit amounts
the treasury notes must be locked down for a while
so the nation can build a sizable stockpile
our present government have whittled away our wealth
that's why we're not in the best of budgetary health
bringing the books back to the black
will be a good thing for our nation down the track
the voters chance to end the bad fiscal management comes in September
and we'll give the mob that is in power a send off they'll remember
Apr 24, 2013
Apr 24, 2013 at 6:16 AM UTC
victimized by happenstance
the moral majority leans
crumbling faded pages
fall disjointed
the bible has slipped to light bathroom reading
and those betrothed to Jesus
cry themselves to sleep –
wringing clasped hands
and looking skyward for answers
they watch in helpless dismay
as true equality and individual freedoms
crushingly stomp values
based on 2000 year old desert stories
the dried tears
turn into salty anger
and systemic hate
based in fear –
gays proudly wed in churches
once maligned for witch burning
taking turns carrying each other
over middle-class thresholds
adopting impoverished babies
and the unwanted immigrant children
only to be blasted on mass media
for their ****** and unholy lifestyle
it seems to me
American Christians
have lost sight of the work
Jesus actually did –
Avidly reading and researching
the world’s religions
seeking eternally for the reasons
some semblance of an answer
as to why gods of love
would instill so much hate and fear
in their constituency…
their flocks ……..
those blind to reality
and subject to irrationality
because someone once told them
this book is the only way
and without it
salvation and peace
are bad jokes –
Dec 11, 2015
Dec 11, 2015 at 3:02 PM UTC
A soft, northern wind brushes the bristles of my skin, runs the surfaces of my faces, and steadily chills the bones that lie within.
It flows around the contours of thought that bubble and break the surface of motion, of time.
In this dream state, patches of warmth and wet, sunlight and oceans green rise and fall with the breath of my aging body.
Empty and desolate, the eyes of a lover can be... cruel and merciless as death it, weighs upon the arms like a politician's troubling words to his constituency.
Truth is hard to bear when it is birthed twin, with contempt and sin.
The dead lie and the living hide. But each does what the other is purposed to achieve.
So if they each do what the other must, what are they really?
Something else entirely, yet one and the same.
Only the waves of song, crashing against the drums of my psyche, beating me to a calm submission can alleviate the pain of loss.
The pain of want is something that, when destroyed, grows anew, strong, and more violent.
Until satisfied with fire and soapstone, washed away without a moment's notice, the breaking heart will continue to beat for no one can stop passion.
For a moment, love is all that gleans in the rays of life. All these, and all around, slow down to a halt.
The end is when you decide, none of it provides happiness.
The end is when you decide, nothing in life, is worth the blood that was spilt to keep it.
So I wander in a world that makes no sense to the lover unknown, grasping for the essence of something real in the distance. Something I cannot see.
Jul 28, 2016
Jul 28, 2016 at 6:14 PM UTC
To the divine spark in you,
I steep my hands and bow,
Blessed fires run through you,
And give you magic glow,
All souls unite in divinity,
Unsullied by the world,
Mercy, pity, peace, a trinity,
In which affection swirled,
The world is one constituency,
Love knows no church or nation,
But Evil in his regency,
Demands that care have ration,
But love wins, it conquers all,
With tyranny it multiples,
Our world cannot fail to be touched,
By hearts so strong and of our size,
Mouths will open, hearts will see,
We will speak, we will be free,
Living one, at unity,
Embed in Earth's community.
Apr 20, 2017
Apr 20, 2017 at 7:20 AM UTC
The darkened corners of forgotten yesterdays clouded the view as the gaping maw of need stared across the chasm at necessity . Almost as if there was a reason for its contiguous constituency it reflected the myriad animations of its creator . Crystalline forms in infinite diversity beyond the subjective sublimations of mass crowded the integral forms of its subjugated spontaneities perversions as the well of its unity sang of the cause for its being .
The single-mindedness of its recumbent beginnings were all but lost to the ramifications of itself as the children of its repulsion waxed and waned .
The twinkling of an eye , the integration of ages , countless extrapolations of its *********** vanished into the nature of their being as the tainted refuse of their wanton progressions began their mutual processions back to the source , or wandered through the surrealistic ethereum of their eternally predestined nothingness .
Causalities purity reigned as all became the reason for its own creation , and vanished into the implosion of its own ***********
Nov 24, 2021
Nov 24, 2021 at 3:27 PM UTC