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I remember the history well: The soldiers and politicians emerged With briefcases and guns And celebrations on city nights. They scoured the mess Reviewed our history Saw the executions at dawn Then signed with secret policemen And decided something Had to be done. They scoured the mess Resurrected old blue-prints Of vicious times Tracked the shapes of sinking cities And learned at last That nothing can be avoided And so avoided everything. I remember the history well. 2 We emerged from our ******* mounds Discovered a view of the sky As the air danced in heat. Through the view of the city In flames, we rewound times Of executions at beaches. Salt streamed down our brows. Everywhere stagger victims of rigged elections Monolithic accidents on hungry roads The infinite web of ethnic politics Power-dreams of fevered winds. The nation was a map stitched From the grabbing of future flesh And became a rush through Historical slime 3 We emerged on edge Of time future With bright fumes From burning towers. The fumes lit political rallies. We started a war Ended it And dreamed about our chance. Fat fish eat little fish Big ones arrange executions And armed robberies. Our ******* shapes us all. I remember the history well. The tiger’s snarl is bought In currencies of silence. Eggs grow large: A monstrous face is hatched. On the edge of time future I am a boy With running sores Of remember history Watching the stitches widen Waiting for the volcano’s laughter In the fevered winds Hearing the gnash Of those who will join us At the mighty gateways With new blue-prints With dew as seal And fire as constant And a trail through time past To us Who remember the history well. We weave words on red And sing on the edge of blue. And with our nerves primed We shall spin silk from ******* And frame time with our resolve. ________ Source: http://www.universeofpoetry.org/nigeria.shtml
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On Edge of Time Future
I remember the history well: The soldiers and politicians emerged With briefcases and guns And celebrations on city nights. They scoured the mess Reviewed our history Saw the executions at dawn Then signed with secret policemen And decided something Had to be done. They scoured the mess Resurrected old blue-prints Of vicious times Tracked the shapes of sinking cities And learned at last That nothing can be avoided And so avoided everything. I remember the history well. 2 We emerged from our ******* mounds Discovered a view of the sky As the air danced in heat. Through the view of the city In flames, we rewound times Of executions at beaches. Salt streamed down our brows. Everywhere stagger victims of rigged elections Monolithic accidents on hungry roads The infinite web of ethnic politics Power-dreams of fevered winds. The nation was a map stitched From the grabbing of future flesh And became a rush through Historical slime 3 We emerged on edge Of time future With bright fumes From burning towers. The fumes lit political rallies. We started a war Ended it And dreamed about our chance. Fat fish eat little fish Big ones arrange executions And armed robberies. Our ******* shapes us all. I remember the history well. The tiger’s snarl is bought In currencies of silence. Eggs grow large: A monstrous face is hatched. On the edge of time future I am a boy With running sores Of remember history Watching the stitches widen Waiting for the volcano’s laughter In the fevered winds Hearing the gnash Of those who will join us At the mighty gateways With new blue-prints With dew as seal And fire as constant And a trail through time past To us Who remember the history well. We weave words on red And sing on the edge of blue. And with our nerves primed We shall spin silk from ******* And frame time with our resolve. ________ Source: http://www.universeofpoetry.org/nigeria.shtml
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Don’t tell me it can’t all be equally shared Don’t tell me elections are fair Anywhere I know whose had the power The weapons to prove it The world in their hands And the money to move it Perpetual profit New product to cell Dwellin’ deep in the pocket Of your lol So don’t tell me with Twitter you’re not all Obsessed When you buy every lie presidential address Comin’ hot off the press Not so free to inform A pornhub tuggin’ ****** Publicity Storm And another blackout On my people uncovered Like Firestone burnin’ through natives Unrubbered Don’t tell me you don’t have the cure Or that war Isn’t waged on the people To sheeple the poor To the industry slaughterhouse Dream factory Where success is a breath of fresh Debt peony I know slavery still puts That food on the table And big pharma’s FDA puppets, the label So don’t tell me dope is what’s making us Dumb Don’t tell me my God’s not the LSD sun Or that guns aren’t hired To desecrate my Sanctified inner peace Keepin’ graffiti sky For my ties to this earth Are invaluable worth So don’t tell me my rights haven’t been mine Since birth
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Jul 27, 2018
Jul 27, 2018 at 4:55 PM UTC
Don’t Tell Me...
Elections And euchre, Chance and chaos. Elect to make it trump, On a hope and a prayer Your partner tricks, Getting tricks, You're in a game With one Who's guiled On tricks.
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Mar 12, 2016
Mar 12, 2016 at 9:13 AM UTC
Anti-Christ
America the great? No, America is hate. Divided by supremacy yet, we're called "United" States. The unfortunate reality but, I still have faith that we'll get through this together, that we'll make it through these days. Through all these mixed emotions I just want to say, this is what it's come to and NO, IT'S NOT OKAY. To all my people who are hurting, I feel you & your pain. This is "America" & it's a ******* disgrace. To Mexican & African Americans & gays, lesbians, bisexuals, transgenders, I pray. Muslims, queers, intersexuals, stay safe. Asexuals, low income, & women, have strength. To all the disabled and victims of **** & to those that suffer from constant dismay, I feel for you, I feel your pain. Through love and unity our strength shall remain.
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Nov 28, 2018
Nov 28, 2018 at 1:01 AM UTC
2016 Elections
Iboboto ko nang matuwid Para sa asensong walang patid Buong Team PNoy – sa senado ko ihahatid Sonny Angara – hatid niya ang solusyon Para sa atin, trabaho’t edukasyon Bam Aquino – nasa dugo ang katapangan Marangal, malinis na pangalan A.P. Cayetano – Presyo, Trabaho at Kita Ibabalanse niya Chiz Escudero – subok na sa senado Kabataan ay hindi mabibigo Risa Hontiveros – tayo’y ipaglalaban Ayaw niya sa korapsyon at katiwalian Loren Legarda – marami nang nagawa Bida sa kanya ang masa Jamby Madrigal – kakampi ang mahirap Galit sa korap Ramon Magsaysay, Jr. – isa ring kampeon ng masa Katulad ng kanyang ama Grace Poe – magalang at maaasahan Sagot siya sa kahirapan Koko Pimentel – ayaw sa madaya Katiwalian ay susugpuin niya A. Trillanes – produktibo sa senado Marami nang nagawang batas ito Cynthia Villar – ang Mrs. Hanepbuhay Siya ang ating kaagapay Dadalhin ko sa senado Mga pambato ng pangulo Dahil kailangan sila ng mga Pilipino. -05/12/2013 (Dumarao) *My Yellow Poems Collection…written on the day before the Elections
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Sep 14, 2019
Sep 14, 2019 at 9:35 PM UTC
Team PNoy – Iboboto Ko Nang Matuwid!
All is NOT well in the grasslands. The animals are fit to be tied. The actions of the crafty wolves Have left the rest of them horrified. "How will we EVER be able To keep democracy afloat," The antelope asked, "if the wolves Don't allow us all to vote? "In many sections of these grasslands, Shameless wolves are doing their best To hold voter registration Hostage, keeping voters suppressed." "They aim to control voter turnout," The deer added. "That's their hope. Their sneaky ways to manipulate Elections push the envelope! “They stall and seek petty reasons To take names off voting lists. Fair and honest elections are In jeopardy if this persists.” "It's so close to election day, Our courts are reluctant to raise objections," The buffalo said. "Some of the wolves Are even running in the elections! "Humph! They stole a Supreme Court justice. Then they rammed another one through. Now they're still suppressing voters. What more damage will they do?" "Winnowing down voter rolls! Their strategies should be illegal!" The fox chimed in. Looking around, He asked, "Where is our dear friend Eagle?" The absent eagle wanted no Responsibility tied to her name. She couldn't stop the out-of-control Wolves, and hid her head in shame. -by Bob B (10-19-18)
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Oct 19, 2018
Oct 19, 2018 at 10:50 AM UTC
Democracy in Crisis
People power people, and pick their equals. Ideas, decisions, and what becomes real. Whether we stand in a line, elections. Decide who continues on, selection. The rich become rich only from people’s contributions. Using their products, services, or through admiration. Social media, likes, comments, a way to get attention. Striving to break from conformity, this world’s automation. Scream, shout, acting strange in public. Shoot, attack, people turn on each other, frantic. People become desperate, run out of options. Detectives try to figure out motives, using caution. Joker said it best, why so serious? Wasting time on the small things, getting furious. When you can turn it around, hear how they feel. Truly care and help them heal. Be a friendlier face, selfless. To those hiding in their shells, helpless. Maybe everything seems right for a while. But this world is in chaos, and in need of smiles. Why so serious? Smile
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Oct 7, 2017
Oct 7, 2017 at 8:12 PM UTC
Why so serious?
The new Ugadi brings in many a dream But this year it is the time for electioneering team Instead of the tender mango buds and the melodious song Man political campaigners do throng We hear the opportunistic , affectionate political call Despite hiding their possible fall Not heeding to the election code Money flows on the busy road For every precious vote There is at least a thousand Rupees note Wine one can drink Until one does sink We offer corruption as diet for Mother Goddess without shame We have become a part of this vicious game For votes and seats Andhra Pradesh has met with unilateral division The Italian and the saffron aunt have the devilish unison In fact, ther is no scope for any party to get our vote But in democracy not to vote is like cutting our own throat As long as breadth is there, there will be life As long as life is there , there will be hope and strife I hope this new year Jaya usher in many a success to the common man The youth shall have creativity, social justice and bright future, for which I yearn
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Mar 31, 2014
Mar 31, 2014 at 7:48 AM UTC
Ugadi in Elections
We have many ideals, but we do not seem to have idealists anymore. We have droves of problem solvers, but we do not seem to have solutions anymore. We have endless media discourse, but we do not seem to have dialogue anymore. We have unrestrained capitalism, but we do not seem to have money anymore. We have innumerable drugs, but we do not seem to have treatment anymore. We have scores of Baby Boomers, but we do not seem to have elders anymore. We have unlimited vacation days, but we do not seem to have days off anymore. We have incalculable amounts of information, but we do not seem to have facts anymore. We have regular, established elections, but we do not seem to have elected officials anymore. We have America, but we do not seem to have a nation anymore.
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May 3, 2017
May 3, 2017 at 3:20 AM UTC
America Anymore
I've just joined the Liberal Democrats, My mates reckon they're all a bunch of ***** But I say "what do you know?", "I've read their entire manifesto". Well that was a lie, If ever I've told one, In truth I know maybe 5, Policies of theirs and then I'm done. But what's the point in all of this, Cameron says "hug a hoodie", What could be next?, Give a burglar a kiss? Oh well it's all a guessing game, At the end of the day, No politician has a sense of shame, And no shortage of cash on their payday. When I turn 18, What do I do?, Vote for the colour I like best, Or speak the truth? Debates and elections, Aren't really democratic, Cause no ministers have the courage, To make their policies stick.
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Jun 3, 2011
Jun 3, 2011 at 12:36 AM UTC
Democracy... really?
I'm No born free I tasted the dust of apartheid My mother was hiding behind the trees screaming for help No one was there No time to sleep We were cursed for struggle My father never smiled when my mother would say "the baby is kicking" Cause he knew,it wasn't the kick of joy It wasn't a sign of being a soccer star It was the struggle! 1990 Mandela was out of prison 1993 I was born 1994 the Dom's were free No more Dom-pass,but not uhuru still Innocent souls were lost What was the fighting worth for? I can forgive but never forget When De klert called black fools He said they do nothing but barking We turned to dogs now This is for Steve Biko Chris Hani Hector Paterson Raymond mhlaba Let not my skin define who I am Let not the earth describe me I know my future because of my history I was raised in a town of fallen angels Where blacks were deceived Whites felt free Turn the lights off we all the same colour Don't turn them on I want my son to know the history But to not repeat it. They say follow your leader How can you follow corruption? Zuma this zuma that Its all illusion I'll only follow u twitter I want you to retweet all the ish I'll be posting about you,the Raping,The Nkandla part,The Cheating,The Art and the bunch of wives Yes I voted,I still don't know why I voted Helen Zille only speaks xhosa in time of elections Jacob Zuma gives free taxis only to the voting station Julius Malema will bring apartheid back it is said on radio stations Mandela spent most time in hospital All of a sudden his dead Was he even in jail before? Oscar Pistorius ran to **** His now a criminal. Mandela note on my hand But valueless Our economy is dying Our world is dying My Dear South Africa..No Power!
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May 13, 2014
May 13, 2014 at 11:30 AM UTC
Not yet uhuru
I'm No born free I tasted the dust of apartheid My mother was hiding behind the trees screaming for help No one was there No time to sleep We were cursed for struggle My father never smiled when my mother would say "the baby is kicking" Cause he knew,it wasn't the kick of joy It wasn't a sign of being a soccer star It was the struggle! 1990 Mandela was out of prison 1993 I was born 1994 the Dom's were free No more Dom-pass,but not uhuru still Innocent souls were lost What was the fighting worth for? I can forgive but never forget When De klert called black fools He said they do nothing but barking We turned to dogs now This is for Steve Biko Chris Hani Hector Paterson Raymond mhlaba Let not my skin define who I am Let not the earth describe me I know my future because of my history I was raised in a town of fallen angels Where blacks were deceived Whites felt free Turn the lights off we all the same colour Don't turn them on I want my son to know the history But to not repeat it. They say follow your leader How can you follow corruption? Zuma this zuma that Its all illusion I'll only follow u twitter I want you to retweet all the ish I'll be posting about you,the Raping,The Nkandla part,The Cheating,The Art and the bunch of wives Yes I voted,I still don't know why I voted Helen Zille only speaks xhosa in time of elections Jacob Zuma gives free taxis only to the voting station Julius Malema will bring apartheid back it is said on radio stations Mandela spent most time in hospital All of a sudden his dead Was he even in jail before? Oscar Pistorius ran to **** His now a criminal. Mandela note on my hand But valueless Our economy is dying Our world is dying My Dear South Africa..No Power!
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Russia, Racism, similar crazed projections are yours for the next several elections.
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Jul 22, 2018
Jul 22, 2018 at 4:20 PM UTC
Singular Couplet
Alexander K Opicho (Eldret, Kenya;[email protected]) Do you remember one era in Kenya? During the dark days of dictatorship When Daniel arap Moi Was the tyrannical president of Kenya And darkness of leadership Loomed like the dark clouds of el Niño When forty district commissioners Out of the total of forty two were kalenjins? Whose main work was to spy and terrorize As the people forlornly groaned under the heavy Yoke of state terror of tribal torment When the president claims that He was not aware of such tyranny, When we used to sing a lame poem Of jokoo! Jokoo! Jokoo! Jokoo! On empty stomachs with no hope of food No hope of jobs or even education Street children swelling on the street In total political nonchalance of arap Moi As he only gave free milk to his own kalenjin youths In Kabaraka schools, the Kabaraka school which was Overfunded by the poor tax payers money, Please President Uhuru Kenyatta as good as you are With your dear humane heart of Bantu conscience As you are armed to teeth with modern education **** sapiens Gentility and polished diplomacy Superb in quality of thought and supremacy of choices The government of Kenya is yours and the people of Kenya Are your political darlings, true bandwagons for ever Kindly listen and buy my poemetics, my dear president Remove Daniel Moi from the state house of Kenya, Let not Daniel Moi be your adviser Ignore him and embrace Kenyans For common future happiness Even if Daniel Moi is old, the truth is different He is not a good man, he is full of Machiavelli His full badness is measured in absurdity Of terribly and horrendously crashed *** crushed Testicles of poemcrats and political leaders Of Kenya of yore and today, Truth meted in When koigi wa wamwere became A permanent staff of kamiti maximum prison without pension Wangari Mathai beaten like an animal in a hunters trap Ngugi wa Thiong’o jobless and detained without trial Raila Amolo odinga’s testicles went missing He looks for them on daily circadian But once he nears their political pigeonhole Then elections of the times flops, O! Poor Odinga! President Uhuru Kenyatta with your suave intellect You won’t get a pretext to say that I was not aware or not informed Please dear darling of the people The people of Kenya in their 42 tribes Novate Moi with the people And your legacy will smile.
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Jan 17, 2014
Jan 17, 2014 at 8:59 AM UTC
40 KALENJIN DISTRICT COMMISSIONERS OUT OF 42
Alexander K Opicho (Eldret, Kenya;[email protected]) Do you remember one era in Kenya? During the dark days of dictatorship When Daniel arap Moi Was the tyrannical president of Kenya And darkness of leadership Loomed like the dark clouds of el Niño When forty district commissioners Out of the total of forty two were kalenjins? Whose main work was to spy and terrorize As the people forlornly groaned under the heavy Yoke of state terror of tribal torment When the president claims that He was not aware of such tyranny, When we used to sing a lame poem Of jokoo! Jokoo! Jokoo! Jokoo! On empty stomachs with no hope of food No hope of jobs or even education Street children swelling on the street In total political nonchalance of arap Moi As he only gave free milk to his own kalenjin youths In Kabaraka schools, the Kabaraka school which was Overfunded by the poor tax payers money, Please President Uhuru Kenyatta as good as you are With your dear humane heart of Bantu conscience As you are armed to teeth with modern education **** sapiens Gentility and polished diplomacy Superb in quality of thought and supremacy of choices The government of Kenya is yours and the people of Kenya Are your political darlings, true bandwagons for ever Kindly listen and buy my poemetics, my dear president Remove Daniel Moi from the state house of Kenya, Let not Daniel Moi be your adviser Ignore him and embrace Kenyans For common future happiness Even if Daniel Moi is old, the truth is different He is not a good man, he is full of Machiavelli His full badness is measured in absurdity Of terribly and horrendously crashed *** crushed Testicles of poemcrats and political leaders Of Kenya of yore and today, Truth meted in When koigi wa wamwere became A permanent staff of kamiti maximum prison without pension Wangari Mathai beaten like an animal in a hunters trap Ngugi wa Thiong’o jobless and detained without trial Raila Amolo odinga’s testicles went missing He looks for them on daily circadian But once he nears their political pigeonhole Then elections of the times flops, O! Poor Odinga! President Uhuru Kenyatta with your suave intellect You won’t get a pretext to say that I was not aware or not informed Please dear darling of the people The people of Kenya in their 42 tribes Novate Moi with the people And your legacy will smile.
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I think that Jimmy Carter A true and noble man Should monitor the voting Check on ballots being scanned Watch over our elections The suppression of our votes Long lines, few polling places Jimmy Carter, that’s no joke! I pray that Jimmy Carter will Monitor our elections I trust he’ll keep them honest while We’re making our selections When there is no paper trail And lines 5 hours long Votings not for weak or frail Be Jimmy Carter strong! The man can still build houses Even though he’s 91 Please watch those ballot boxes Or Democracy is done!
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Mar 25, 2016
Mar 25, 2016 at 1:59 PM UTC
Jimmy Carter, Please Monitor the Voting
Tuwing Halalan, may kalakalan… Palitan, tindahan ng mga pangalan Manibalang, sariwa’t bulok man Hilaw o hinog, merong pagpipilian. Tuwing Halalan, may paligsahan… Maliit, malaki, mahirap, mayaman Basta handa at gustong lumaban Maging sino ka man, pwedeng sumali diyan. Tuwing Halalan, may kaaliwan… Kantahan, sayawan at palakpakan Kainan, kwentuhan at inuman Wari’y may pista ang buong bayan. Tuwing Halalan, may kasawian… Tsisimisan, siraan, banghayan, alitan Hamunan, bugbugan at bantaan Hanggang kamatayan, walang uurungan. Tuwing Halalan, may kalayaan Pumili ng pinuno ang mamamayan Dikta ng sarili **** isipan O maging anong uri ng kabayaran. Tuwing Halalan, may karanasan! -09/29/07 (Dumarao) *upcoming local elections
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Aug 24, 2019
Aug 24, 2019 at 2:04 AM UTC
Tuwing Halalan
Algorithms Troll farms Paroxysms False alarms Projections Smokescreens Elections Behind the scenes End of all discussions: Blame it on the Russians.
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Jul 20, 2018
Jul 20, 2018 at 6:38 PM UTC
But, But -- muh BOTS
Manipulating information To craftily plot your lore Is necessary if you want To continue an information war. Specific example: Deny Russian Collusion and interference in U.S. elections, and do not stop Seeking info that you can spin. After months of denying Russian Cyber attacks and election meddling, Then admit the possibility Through a little backpedaling. Say that well…maybe they meddled, But hastily add: so did others. Say you'd still end all queries And probes if you had your druthers. It's vital, of course, that you keep Bashing the press. Be sure to accuse Investigative journalists Of making up tons of fake news. Finally, say the Russians will Interfere in the U.S., and that's How in elections this November They plan to help the DEMOCRATS! Why? Because you're so hard (Wink!) on Russia. You'll be winning. Your fawning fans will eat it up, And you will have all heads spinning. Your friends on your favorite TV station Will help you criticize and demean Those who don't agree with you. Praise to your propaganda machine! Who cares what the world thinks? You've got your fans; you've got your base. There's no match for a stable genius Who says to the world, "In your face!" -by Bob B (7-25-18)
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Jul 25, 2018
Jul 25, 2018 at 10:21 AM UTC
The D.T. Playbook: Ch 4 (Information War)
House party no contact No glasses no lenses Isolation got no facts Rich in hope like them benz's Old as **** like a bold fax Reminiscin past tenses Action done by the fences Have I come I to my senses? Need to know, ask for a census Need my own vote call for elections Lowkey mind-broke, I need a pension Need to think about all this affection **** World cold stone cold Was told It would be like this Aint listened to them so I fold Now I see myself down this own road. The me everybody used to see, erode The me anybody could be, be sold Sadness pull up to my corners, be shown The one who blew y'all away be blown Everybody leavin faster than I can say hello People in this world so shaky like a tremolo. People don't come and go no more. You just save up and they go forth. At least that's my reality Maybe I am insanity No sleep till 2 am You see it visually Can't rest till these thoughts are at ease. Life fallin faster than dominos This time aint as good as pizza Not even close rate negative 10 toes No feelings like terminator hasta la vista. Seen a lot like a barista More people snakes than cheetah's Venomous like cobras. Sad **** I got into. Me, myself and my sorry ***
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Apr 24, 2017
Apr 24, 2017 at 10:34 PM UTC
Hasta la Vista
our lives are fraught with numbers so many fractions of a second faster in a race   most wins on record   best jury votes highest flight   deepest dive   most goals meters of rising sea levels millions of refugees   and more displaced tens of thousands  honor killings thousands of deaths with Ebola   millions of Zika virus victims next year billions of deficit or profit in import/export     or the stock exchange votes in elections    or for beauty queens polls    tweets   virtual friends  & followers likes on the social media    on hellopoetry we have been taught to measure our status our importance   and the significance of our lives in clicks of other peoples’ digital devices even our time has been reduced to numbers the digital has long replaced the comprehensive instead of the round dial that shows 12 hours     suggesting the duration of a normal day we have a punctual display  without the whole the cyclical has lost against the linear 0101010101010101010101010101010101 we all look forward to our numbered future no past  and very little present our hands on smart phones    homes    TVs     pushing a button makes things move     swishing a screen displays the world over all that we easily forget that we ourselves have been reduced to numbers     of customers for businesses     of voters for the politicians     of workers for the corporations     of citizens for our nations digital quantities we have become and if we take a global view we are part of the seven billion plus that currently inhabit our earth all of which do expect their individuality be honored  and their dignity respected numbers don’t  honor individuality they simply count the units items  or people  are for them the same it’s left to us to find a way that leaves the numbers in their place yet guarantees us dignity as individual members of the human race
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Feb 1, 2016
Feb 1, 2016 at 6:19 PM UTC
the numbers game
our lives are fraught with numbers so many fractions of a second faster in a race   most wins on record   best jury votes highest flight   deepest dive   most goals meters of rising sea levels millions of refugees   and more displaced tens of thousands  honor killings thousands of deaths with Ebola   millions of Zika virus victims next year billions of deficit or profit in import/export     or the stock exchange votes in elections    or for beauty queens polls    tweets   virtual friends  & followers likes on the social media    on hellopoetry we have been taught to measure our status our importance   and the significance of our lives in clicks of other peoples’ digital devices even our time has been reduced to numbers the digital has long replaced the comprehensive instead of the round dial that shows 12 hours     suggesting the duration of a normal day we have a punctual display  without the whole the cyclical has lost against the linear 0101010101010101010101010101010101 we all look forward to our numbered future no past  and very little present our hands on smart phones    homes    TVs     pushing a button makes things move     swishing a screen displays the world over all that we easily forget that we ourselves have been reduced to numbers     of customers for businesses     of voters for the politicians     of workers for the corporations     of citizens for our nations digital quantities we have become and if we take a global view we are part of the seven billion plus that currently inhabit our earth all of which do expect their individuality be honored  and their dignity respected numbers don’t  honor individuality they simply count the units items  or people  are for them the same it’s left to us to find a way that leaves the numbers in their place yet guarantees us dignity as individual members of the human race
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**** These... ... Liars And LIARS... !!! Aren’t These Folks TIRED... ?!? of ALL of Their Lies... Deceit And YES Crimes... !!! Cos’ It’s A CRIME To DENY... The Truth From The Minds... of Those Who SUPPORT... What Comes From Their Jaws... !!! These Days There’s A WAR... On The TRUTH Now For Sure... !!! From Rooms of BIG Boards... To Those Filled With LORDS... And This Year's ENSURED... That Corona Has FORCED... !!! MANY To... QUESTION... ?!? If LIES Have Been Spreading... MORE Than The Infection... !?! And This... U.S. Election... Has POOR Vote Collections... !!! That Has Donald Trump... And His People Flummoxed... ?!? Because They’ve Been STUNNED... By The Votes For... Biden... !!! Having Claimed That He’d Won... BEFORE... Postal Ballots... Started To Cause DAMAGE... To His Hopes To Inhabit... The Whitehouse And Manage... Like Some New Age Fascist... !!! Or... Is THAT A LIE... ?!? When He Could Be The Guy... To Set The World Right... ? And To Stop Paedophiles... Who Are From Wealthy Tribes... !!! Or... Is THAT FAKE News... ? And Simply... UNTRUE... ?!? Now I DON'T Have A Clue... Unlike... Q'ANON Crews... !!!! Whose Theories Are Deemed... To Now Be... FALLACIES... By These Media Teams... Who Of Course NEVER LIE... !!! Because Their Talk Is PURE... And Don’t Meddle With Child... !?! I Think There Are LIARS... Whose Pants Are On FIRE... Who... Should Be Retired... !!! From Feeding Us News... With Their Bias In View... !!! As If It Is... " COOL "... To Keep The Truth Skewed... !?! When … Many of Them... MAY BE Paedophiles Too... ?!? When They’re In The Blend... And Clearly Have Spent... Time With Names … ALLEGED... To Have Messed With Children... !!! Something’s INCORRECT... When Those That PRESENT... Are QUICK To Suggest... That They And Their Friends... Are Cleaner Than Sheen... !!! ... NOT Charlie... !!! ... The CLEANER... That Keeps Surfaces Clean... !!! Well To Me Their Demeanour... Needs A Bit More Inspection... Just Like This Election... of... TWENTY TWENTY... !!! Where It Seems That... ... Court Scenes... Will Define Who Will Be... In The Presidents Seat... America’s Shrouded... In Much That Is Clouded... And May Well Reveal... A World of FALLACIES... !!! Where LIARS Are PLACED... In A Place Where They Make... Decisions For MASSES... Where Lies Become Standard... And Be Things That RAVAGE... Through CORPORATE SAVAGE... And Liars Who Package... New Falsehoods To DAMAGE... A Future Where Freedoms... And Lives Keep COLLAPSING... Because of These Leaders... Who’ll Leave The Truth CRASHING... !!! The Future Looks TRAGIC... When Elections Cause PANIC... !!! PROTESTS And … Madness... That Leave Things Unbalanced... !!! Where Newsrooms Conspire... ... To Be FALSIFIERS... of What... SHOULD Be Desired... Reports That Speak TRUTH... Instead of... FAKE News... !!! That Clearly Requires... An ABUNDANCE of... ...... “ LIARS “...... !!!
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Nov 17, 2020
Nov 17, 2020 at 1:33 AM UTC
“LIARS” ... A Poem written by Big Virge 5/11/2020
**** These... ... Liars And LIARS... !!! Aren’t These Folks TIRED... ?!? of ALL of Their Lies... Deceit And YES Crimes... !!! Cos’ It’s A CRIME To DENY... The Truth From The Minds... of Those Who SUPPORT... What Comes From Their Jaws... !!! These Days There’s A WAR... On The TRUTH Now For Sure... !!! From Rooms of BIG Boards... To Those Filled With LORDS... And This Year's ENSURED... That Corona Has FORCED... !!! MANY To... QUESTION... ?!? If LIES Have Been Spreading... MORE Than The Infection... !?! And This... U.S. Election... Has POOR Vote Collections... !!! That Has Donald Trump... And His People Flummoxed... ?!? Because They’ve Been STUNNED... By The Votes For... Biden... !!! Having Claimed That He’d Won... BEFORE... Postal Ballots... Started To Cause DAMAGE... To His Hopes To Inhabit... The Whitehouse And Manage... Like Some New Age Fascist... !!! Or... Is THAT A LIE... ?!? When He Could Be The Guy... To Set The World Right... ? And To Stop Paedophiles... Who Are From Wealthy Tribes... !!! Or... Is THAT FAKE News... ? And Simply... UNTRUE... ?!? Now I DON'T Have A Clue... Unlike... Q'ANON Crews... !!!! Whose Theories Are Deemed... To Now Be... FALLACIES... By These Media Teams... Who Of Course NEVER LIE... !!! Because Their Talk Is PURE... And Don’t Meddle With Child... !?! I Think There Are LIARS... Whose Pants Are On FIRE... Who... Should Be Retired... !!! From Feeding Us News... With Their Bias In View... !!! As If It Is... " COOL "... To Keep The Truth Skewed... !?! When … Many of Them... MAY BE Paedophiles Too... ?!? When They’re In The Blend... And Clearly Have Spent... Time With Names … ALLEGED... To Have Messed With Children... !!! Something’s INCORRECT... When Those That PRESENT... Are QUICK To Suggest... That They And Their Friends... Are Cleaner Than Sheen... !!! ... NOT Charlie... !!! ... The CLEANER... That Keeps Surfaces Clean... !!! Well To Me Their Demeanour... Needs A Bit More Inspection... Just Like This Election... of... TWENTY TWENTY... !!! Where It Seems That... ... Court Scenes... Will Define Who Will Be... In The Presidents Seat... America’s Shrouded... In Much That Is Clouded... And May Well Reveal... A World of FALLACIES... !!! Where LIARS Are PLACED... In A Place Where They Make... Decisions For MASSES... Where Lies Become Standard... And Be Things That RAVAGE... Through CORPORATE SAVAGE... And Liars Who Package... New Falsehoods To DAMAGE... A Future Where Freedoms... And Lives Keep COLLAPSING... Because of These Leaders... Who’ll Leave The Truth CRASHING... !!! The Future Looks TRAGIC... When Elections Cause PANIC... !!! PROTESTS And … Madness... That Leave Things Unbalanced... !!! Where Newsrooms Conspire... ... To Be FALSIFIERS... of What... SHOULD Be Desired... Reports That Speak TRUTH... Instead of... FAKE News... !!! That Clearly Requires... An ABUNDANCE of... ...... “ LIARS “...... !!!
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It could Satan's cohorts cause, what portly Political figures earn, to forsake his camp And anon join the fray to the fat fiscal treasury Of the country squander; and that to a cramp. The pay plus pecks in a year they receive Will most citizens in their lifetime never sniff. So some who covet crazily such a mega-cheque Also seek the same office for the easy favours. Since our paunchy purse will at their own beck And call be, they thus make elections endeavours A  dagger thing;--that if they cannot God's gross Gold get, they must anyhow have the devil's dross.
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Jul 22, 2014
Jul 22, 2014 at 5:43 AM UTC
Paunchy Purse
The radio clicks the worn out song of days gone by and governments gone wrong. Its static, the rolling of clouds before a thunderstorm. The newsreaders rustling papers, High pressure systems on the move. The hush of the people as they gather to listen Breath bated, held back by obedient tongues The bulletins are nicotine bullets, they're so incredibly easy to get hooked on. News comes down the wire like commuters on the tube Jostled and shunted along. Through underground networks it spreads With absolute efficiency And yet the platform on which it departs is more than often wrong. Outside the park swings are empty, There is nothing unusual about that But the kids sit by speakers with their hands over their ears The high frequency waves dance around them. This day is marked down as one they wish they could forget. The headlines blazed into their minds, More dead. Oppressed. Injustice. Religion. Elections. Disasters. Tornadoes. Politicians flustered. Corruption. Famine. And Hollywood Blockbusters. And now we move on to the traffic Two hundred more just come in from Pakistan They say there's a pile up in Europe There's an awful lot of wreckage on the road and now they are left with no place to call home. The M1 is running slow again, no surprise in that Row after row of red brake lights Join them together to make constellations And you have your very own metropolitan galaxy. Because who needs the stars when we have brake lights! And who needs the moon when we have Big Ben. Down the telephone lines comes a battalion of lies “Honey... I'm going to have to work late.' If you listen very closely to the nine o'clock news You can hear the reporters wristwatch And every five seconds that tick on top of his pulse Marks another slice of news coming in. The little hand chases the big hand You cannot tell the time with just one. The details escape somewhere between The real world and what's put down in papers. The trouble with black and white Is that you miss all the shades of grey And if you've never seen stars Then brake lights, are just brake lights And disaster is just another day.
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Sep 21, 2013
Sep 21, 2013 at 9:46 AM UTC
Brake Lights
The radio clicks the worn out song of days gone by and governments gone wrong. Its static, the rolling of clouds before a thunderstorm. The newsreaders rustling papers, High pressure systems on the move. The hush of the people as they gather to listen Breath bated, held back by obedient tongues The bulletins are nicotine bullets, they're so incredibly easy to get hooked on. News comes down the wire like commuters on the tube Jostled and shunted along. Through underground networks it spreads With absolute efficiency And yet the platform on which it departs is more than often wrong. Outside the park swings are empty, There is nothing unusual about that But the kids sit by speakers with their hands over their ears The high frequency waves dance around them. This day is marked down as one they wish they could forget. The headlines blazed into their minds, More dead. Oppressed. Injustice. Religion. Elections. Disasters. Tornadoes. Politicians flustered. Corruption. Famine. And Hollywood Blockbusters. And now we move on to the traffic Two hundred more just come in from Pakistan They say there's a pile up in Europe There's an awful lot of wreckage on the road and now they are left with no place to call home. The M1 is running slow again, no surprise in that Row after row of red brake lights Join them together to make constellations And you have your very own metropolitan galaxy. Because who needs the stars when we have brake lights! And who needs the moon when we have Big Ben. Down the telephone lines comes a battalion of lies “Honey... I'm going to have to work late.' If you listen very closely to the nine o'clock news You can hear the reporters wristwatch And every five seconds that tick on top of his pulse Marks another slice of news coming in. The little hand chases the big hand You cannot tell the time with just one. The details escape somewhere between The real world and what's put down in papers. The trouble with black and white Is that you miss all the shades of grey And if you've never seen stars Then brake lights, are just brake lights And disaster is just another day.
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management in Washington has only gotten worse Obama's administration is it's curse before he took up lodgings in the oval office room America wasn't as replete with endless gloom he's most certainly made a mess of everything the health of the economy is flagging at will be disrespects the amendments of the constitution and the people are becoming tired of his flagrant execution with a Republican at the helm of the ship America will have a more astute stewardship the White House must be purged of the Obama regime so the great nation of America will again positively gleam with mid term elections coming at the end of the year the majority Democrats should be given the spear Obama and his mob have achieved little for the American populous the time has arrived for them to board the outbound bus
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Jun 24, 2014
Jun 24, 2014 at 9:00 PM UTC
Outbound Bus
Starving his people so that they eat off dumpsters is not enough; Causing more than 3,000,000 of the best and brightest to emigrate is not enough; An annual inflation rate of 60,324% today (source: Forbes) is not enough; Rejecting at gun point foreign food and medicine to aid the sick and starving at the borders is not enough; Trampling on the Constitution and establishing a dictatorship is not enough; Billions of dollars stolen from the Venezuelan people by cronies is not enough; Destroying hope, progress, and a leading world economy is not enough; Today government thugs are literally running over protesters in armored vehicles. A small group of rabid-left apologists in the U.S. telling us to ignore the man behind the curtain in an insane attempt to defend the indefensible must face reality. Maduro must go. His Marxist dystopia must be dismantled. The Venezuelan people must regain the right of self determination through free and fair elections--not the sham elections all Communist nations use to show close to 100% approval of the ruling tyrant. Enough is enough!
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Apr 30, 2019
Apr 30, 2019 at 2:00 PM UTC
Venezuela: Enough is Enough!
An old man clad in orthodox Indian Attire Entered my bed room. His Pure and white Dhoti was steeped in blood. I asked him who he was. He said, ‘I won Independence for you and Like Jesus I shed holy blood to purify the Indians” I asked him the reason for his coming He said, “I want to establish a political party’ I said, “Your party and you will utterly be defeated” He asked,” Do Indians forget my sacrifices and me” “No. We have great respect for you and we remember You in national festivals and in elections” But we will not like you to come to power” Why? He quite surprisingly asked. “You always plead for truth, non-violence and honesty And fight against liquor and corruption. The Indians are really fed up with your principles. Even your staunchest disciples will not vote for you” I said and the vision disappeared most dejectedly. I woke up from my dream wondering where He had gone .I felt very sorry for the old man
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Feb 28, 2011
Feb 28, 2011 at 6:22 AM UTC
AN OLD MAN IN MY DREAM