"filibuster" poems
(Inspired by article below)
I.
Continuity
your filibuster egg of sand
dazzled curiosity
with creaky shell of hints
heaped upon the tedium
of knowledge's unfurl undeterred
by encyclopedic impatience
Assurances of rip(Van Winkl)ed
economics shooed paper strings of
revelation like anarchy-powered
taxes summoning a foreword
to anachronistic campaigns
of environmental friendliness
II.
Meanwhile years
have been filed down to flashes of
chronology for continuity's organic rebus
However long it took
the economic karma to fall into the
abodes of hedonistic pharaohs
it was instant
Skin that ruled behind the constitution
of allergic breath
bailed on the bones against their most
sublime intentions
Limbo-treading landlords
huddled in their mummified freeze
after breadline bashers scolded them
with the spoils of a new brand
of pyramid scheming
Robbers of the coffin palaces
stole the intimations of identity
theft from today
Immortality and freedom
were compelled to share a meaning
like estranged siblings
or bound dynasties
I(a).
Abydos
how you coyly toyed with us
with a diversion bordering on monolithic
04 23 14
Apr 23, 2014
Apr 23, 2014 at 12:58 PM UTC
He told us the truth.
Writing isn't so hard, really.
You just sit with a pen and paper,
And bleed.
Maybe pounding my head
Isn't the right way to elicit bleeding.
But it did bring the kind of headache
That reminded me what I had to bleed for in the first place.
White House.
White papers.
Black suits.
Black president.
For change.
No better.
They pretend to have a headache, but their incompetence leaves us with headaches we're too young and shiny to deserve.
Aren't we?
Filled up
With life,
Potential, hope.
Why do we shoulder their burden?
The black suits in the white house made their own headache.
It doesn't matter to us.
Until it does.
Stimulus.
Filibuster.
Health-care.
Bail-out.
Drowned-out.
Shut-down.
Shout-down.
Bring-us-down.
We could be on our way to the top.
Mess-up.
Then complain about the headache it brings them.
What about us?
Because we're the ones affected.
Then is the worst part.
They do it frighteningly quick.
So easy, too.
Give-up ,
And leave for us to
Fix-up.
We have to shout.
Make you listen.
Stand-up.
One-two.
Thousands, millions.
Make them listen.
March-up.
Three-four.
Slogans, protests.
Make them change.
Head-up.
Five-Six.
Defeat, Regret.
See the impossibility.
Sit-down.
Seven-eight.
They won't listen.
**** the system.
**** the suits.
**** the house.
**** growing up.
Because you know,
Now we're grown.
So this is the headache
They talked about.
So this is why
We spill our blood.
Where's the cancel button?
How to delete?
It's a cycle,
Don't you see.
You can't wipe the memory.
Why we thought
We could ever get rid
Of the headache…
Beats me.
Dec 19, 2013
Dec 19, 2013 at 12:19 AM UTC
stolen verses blanket the floor space
encircled by the inspiration of others
tastelessly faceless
pests controls fail
as the numbers overwhelm
everyone thinks there are special
and the selfies are there to prove it
zit faced miscreants misrepresent mankind
in asexual fodder and anthropomorphic
suburban camo
turban wearing wash-outs
hold court over newbies
attempting to sew again
hippy seeds
their stench, deafening –
sandaled dirt clods
scamper
seeking selfishly surrogates
someone to birth their ideas
raise and tend the dreams
fund the movement
all the while recognizing the futility
feverishly fapping the frail phallus
frequently finding foolish *********
flipped in their folly –
********* the finale
freakish frogs filibuster
night creeps in as the soft sound of mating toads
fill the air
stars dot the moonless night
complete in its absence of clouds
only the wash of the milky way
holds hearts –
pandering to the philanthropist
looking longingly in giving eyes
for a scrap of dignity
and bread –
Sep 2, 2014
Sep 2, 2014 at 4:07 PM UTC
I wouldn't call it a fear
of falling in love
But how this feels is like
A child's drawing of infinity
But he tells you
Actually it is two people kissing
And I want to cut the image in half
so I can talk in circles
and filibuster the time
I should be using to kiss you
Kissing does not mean you are falling in love
But it is a start
In the same way I sleep best with a body against me
But I have a twin bed
*** is not falling in love
But it often ends
with you falling asleep
against me
And from there
what do we fall into?
and
Who does the catching?
May 13, 2013
May 13, 2013 at 5:09 PM UTC
Shot in the
light of achieve-
(meant all the world)
filibuster then, fill your heart until you've
busted, down and rusted and
caked with regret
never stand between yourself and
falling, or love will grow hot like
shower-heads turned too far, like
grainy distorted sight streaming out our
smiling ears, ceaseless cerulean
(I'm dull gold, and you
said you liked polishing)
Mar 28, 2013
Mar 28, 2013 at 8:59 PM UTC
Our republic died today;
i wonder who noticed?
Very few, i am certain,
since most were busy trying
to survive in this economy,
or feed their children,
or worried about healthcare (still),
or trying to escape this reality,
but something fundamental is
different now.
The Senate took away the
teeth of the filibuster today.
Simple majority rules now,
no more consensus building.
So? I don't care about politics or politicians.
That is a shame, because they
care about you. In fact,
they are counting on you.
To stay distracted.
To think tyranny is only for distant lands.
To think that today's reform won't be
tomorrow's crushing defeat.
Black America:
What if tomorrow the House of Representatives
passes a law to make you all slaves again?
LGBT Americans:
What if tomorrow the House makes it a law that
all of you be imprisoned for being who you are?
Women Americans:
What if tomorrow the House takes away the
abortion option, or worse?
All of you are outnumbered.
Remember...majority rules now. The Senate won't slow it down.
Be careful who you **** off.
Because debate and careful consideration
are no longer valued in this Democratic
pseudo-Utopia.
It interferes with their agenda.
Petty tyrants don't just rule in
Third World countries.
Not anymore.
They work on Capitol Hill and live in the White House.
Nov 21, 2013
Nov 21, 2013 at 7:58 PM UTC
Well now I'd sell my soul for a pound
Of words: all picked clean of ambiguity;
Rocks and detritus removed,
Preselected for clarity of meaning
Predestined for the musical familiarity
Measured out for rhyme and syncopation
Delivered by some gum chewing, ball-capped deviant
Nervously glancing up and down the street
As he slips me the stash, and I hand over the cash.
Yes, what a dream; instead of the frown
Then the squint; with a curse on the scribbled, marked through letters
Killing, resurrecting, then killing them all over again
Buried, dug up, and reanimated
Embalmed, only to be cast again on the bone pile
Trying to remove the threadbare impressions
With the worn out, gnawed upon pink eraser
Drooling, staring at the clock, eating more junk food
In between the hours of crisis and midnight
The only right answer being
To eradicate whatever I like
And leave alone whatever makes me uncomfortable
Impossible task: insipidity ruins the brilliance
The plot's flaccid and lacking moral filibuster
The characters weep and sing at the wrong times.
What kind of a racket
Doesn't even have a black market
To turn to when you're desperate,
And you've got to die
To have your name be remembered,
If indeed it ever would be.
Mar 26, 2010
Mar 26, 2010 at 1:26 PM UTC
I have sung too much, too long, of pain.
The litany of syllables dictating pangs of wounds
And memories of shattered hearts and minds
Has drowned out all else.
My suit, my complaint, has become a filibuster
Against the very light whose absence I mourn.
I do not reproach myself for it;
T’was necessary, and, more importantly,
It was thoroughly real.
Even the bleakest song was a worthy agony
And so this is not a new lament,
But a canticle of reversal.
Now I will sing of truth, for truth is beautiful and good.
I will sing of wisdom in her refulgence,
I will sing of knowledge upon her ivory throne,
I will sing of understanding which pierces the veil,
Breaking down barriers between hearts and minds,
Of that light which dispels ignorant shadows.
I will sing of goodness, for goodness is true and beautiful.
I will sing of courage, hero’s courage, bold, ****** courage,
I will sing of love, mother’s love, sacrificial love,
I will sing of charity, generous charity, of humble almsgiving,
I will sing of justice, no less just for being merciful,
I will sing of humility, so true and sweet it will not sing for itself.
I will sing of beauty, for beauty is good and true.
I will learn at the knees of the weeping willow,
And the stoic mountain shall reveal his smile,
I will rediscover sunrise and sunset with each revolution of earth,
And I will dance with the birds of paradise,
Cackling gleeful with cheering toads and crickets and hooting apes,
And I will sing you a new song.
Nov 11, 2017
Nov 11, 2017 at 3:21 PM UTC
filibuster to the end, my
friend of real significance, we've
come this far hand in
hand so the taste
is only sweeter
May 6, 2012
May 6, 2012 at 8:08 PM UTC
In Montenegro
today grow
Swiss in
diplomacy as
a filibuster
in adria
nigh in
Azerbaijan why
join forces
with The
Antilles with
Turks and
Caicos shan't
delight in
Zurich yet
once again
there's Aleppo.
Mar 17, 2017
Mar 17, 2017 at 3:43 PM UTC
I am seething regret
I am the walls of the terrace which you broke down
Filibuster my longwinded-ness
And break the backs because of your freedoms
I am seething regret
We call it freedom of the body
I call it ****** and **** it, I will not be silenced
I am sick and ******* tired of children dying
I am sick and tired of mothers, fathers, sisters, and brothers crying.
We are so selfish, that we refuse life, because we believe our bodies have that right.
I am a man, yes, that is true.
I cannot speak from a woman's point of view.
But I guaran-fucking-tee you
That my viewpoint would not change
If my genitals sank in rather than pushed out
I could spit tacks
And I could break backs
Watch me seethe and writhe
I don't want to hear your point of view,
I want to hear the sound of silence
Because no more children would be dying
For freedom
Jun 26, 2013
Jun 26, 2013 at 8:22 PM UTC
Her wild flowering
A visceral encountering
Of delight empowering
A mystical memorizing endowing.
To meander life’s mess
Love thyself
Through mental cluster
And cleansing filibuster.
One’s learnt to let go
Couldn’t her though
A memory & lasting glow
I’ll cherish so.
Keep a treasured encounter.
Oct 14, 2021
Oct 14, 2021 at 7:03 PM UTC
A frozen stripper
wept in the sullen street of
Berlin in 1945
Some Stray dogs also wailed
With her in the midst of
Howling Sorrow
The same frozen stripper
Wins wild outcry
At the white house in 2017
As her puppies moan
for an access to her breast lock
Amidst filibuster furor
May 1, 2017
May 1, 2017 at 2:43 PM UTC
if they don't show it
the door, it will show them
the door in '22-'4.
Mar 19, 2021
Mar 19, 2021 at 11:40 PM UTC
Someone hit pause on my game of life,
I'm now on a coordinated assault about the subject of limbo,
Stepping onto buses that are running ahead of schedule,
Following a clock and assuming I know how to read it,
You see time has forgotten me,
Caring only for my serenity not my sanity,
The outstanding speech was really a hidden filibuster,
Time has won when I know what's going to happen next,
Different tracks splitting on an atom,
Spinning gears, cutting ties, Following death,
In that second I am on pause
Mar 28, 2018
Mar 28, 2018 at 2:39 PM UTC
"Obstructionism...obstructionism:
It has to be my favorite -ism.
So what if we have a schism.
Three cheers for obstructionism!
"Who cares if it’s wrong or right?
The important thing is fight, fight, fight.
I don’t care what others say;
But I'll be ****** if they get their way!
"You have your cause, I have mine;
But still I have to draw the line:
I don’t believe in compromise—
That’s a word that I despise.
"My constituents voted for me.
I am sure they’ll all agree
That I’m the one who knows the best
When any issue is addressed.
"So we shut the government down.
There’s a jewel in the crown:
Knowing you can always guide
The folks to blame the other side.
"I know there’s a golden rule,
But let me tell you: I’m no fool.
It does not apply to you
When YOU'VE got wealth and status, too.
"I let lobbyists speak their mind
And with their cause I’ll be aligned.
(That depends on the amount
That ends up in my bank account.)
"How I love to filibuster
With ALL the effort I can muster!
Also, stalling—it’s worth noting—
Is good for keeping us from voting.
"It’s political suicide
To let yourself forget to hide
Your real feelings on a matter
And not to indulge in senseless chatter.
"Please don’t think we are inept.
Actually, we’re quite adept
At killing proposals one by one
(And getting very little done).
"Obstructionism...obstructionism--
The next best thing to favoritism.
We have an ideological schism,
So three cheers for obstructionism!"
- by Bob B
Oct 14, 2016
Oct 14, 2016 at 9:40 PM UTC