"legislative" poems
Pretending while the rest of us are descending
Into the legislative hell you love so well.
Tough ***** DC City,
You get no sympathy from me.
Half the country is on drugs, and you’re all smug.
**** off clowns, I hope you all go down.
Tough ***** DC City,
You don’t much impress me.
You sold your souls to the big money creeps
And soon you won’t be able to sleep.
You are finding out the old saying is true;
You are judged by the company you keep.
And you’re keeping company with half-bright thugs
And ugly fat cats with purely evil souls
You value wealth more than suffering people.
You’re those without compassion on the whole.
You think if you lie often enough we’ll believe
Sadly that sometimes truns out true.
Tough ***** DC City,
Your fingers are sticky as glue.
The people may burn your mansions down.
See if your bribes protect you then.
Tough ***** DC City,
I hope the good people jail you.
I wish I could hold back paying my taxes
Just like you rich people manage to do.
Tough ***** DC City,
I’d laugh as you tumble.
When your corrupt regime falls apart
You’ll want us to rescue all of you.
Tough ***** DC City,
I’ll sit back and watch things crumble.
Feb 2, 2017
Feb 2, 2017 at 3:05 PM UTC
how tired how tired
the caged bird sings
before its beautiful neck snaps
between the claws of an angry
fat cat drool
drip drop dripping the ghoulish rubies
that snake past its serpent tongue and
sizzle when they touch its breast
scream like a banshee a women in the
throes of **** as the cats sternum
breaks between the iron clap jaws
of the three headed abomination
cerberus
guardian of the judicial powers
champion of the executive law
enforcer of legislative judgement
slobbering grasping all encompassing
maw envelopes my heart in its
wretched gnashing teeth
and **** my marrow from my bones
with a sharpened gore covered protuberance called security
i see the death of my passions
in this hellish cycle - abomination birthed
from the depths of an elitist mind
control - a choke chain on the masses
Sep 18, 2012
Sep 18, 2012 at 12:47 PM UTC
the Republican Party
have the best candidate
to run for President
on that November date
patriotic and loyal
are her glowing attributes
she'll competently lead America
with great repute
her grasp on foreign policy
is second to none
she's got a domestic agenda
which is number one
Americans will be served well
under her stewardship
they'll have an excellent person
steering the ship
the White House needs
a woman of her grace
she'll bring fresh air
to the legislative space
ballots will not be wasted
on this lady's latitude
all fifty states must vote
for her rectitude
she'll uphold the constitution
of the USA
as the forefathers meant it
to be this way
Condoleezza Rice has all
the credentials that are required
and she'll be a President
who will be admired
Oct 19, 2014
Oct 19, 2014 at 9:49 PM UTC
"Between the Judicial, Legislative and Executive branches
as well as the DMV , DOD, and our failing Public Schools,
it's a ******* wonder I abide by the Government at all."
Dec 2, 2013
Dec 2, 2013 at 10:47 PM UTC
Let us awake from the decay of strategic costumes where the incestuous fragrance of madness permeates golden dreams of eclectic strokes.
Bureaucratic self-enhancement nurtures docile manufacturers of laborious compliance, whilst social conscience plummets to depths of callous and entrepreneurial versatility.
Enduring imitations of an unsatisfactory kind is like pairing mint fondant with rich and savoury gravy which is acquired with strategic dishonesty.
Oh, negligent wakefulness – will we ever arise and discern those lobotomised representatives in this legislative brothel of excessive absurdity?
Shake me at one minute to midnight in the House of Lords.
Nov 25, 2013
Nov 25, 2013 at 10:44 PM UTC
It’s gonna get better,
Are the words I hear every day!
The worlds in a rage,
Families in complete dismay,
Yet, They continue to say,
“It’s gonna get better.”
Better for whom is the answer I seek,
As everyone suffers except the rich and elite.
Children are crying as they sleep in their graves,
Families moan in woe and rage;
Out of work and on the streets,
Homes stole by legislative greed;
People starve with not a morsel to eat
As they watch their lives stripped away, shipped overseas.
Yet, They continue to say every single day,
“It’s gonna get better.”
Who are They that speak these words of depict?
These words of emptiness filled with intentions of grief.
“They,” are the ones that control the industries
The ones that create laws and false realities,
The ones that create and destroy societies,
The ones we fought and died for with our dignity!
“They,” are the ones that live off our blood, sweat, and tears,
Taking at will with no consequences to bear,
Stripping away our wealth and dignity,
Stealing the land away from our families,
Giving to those of foreign nationalities,
With no regard to the society that entrusted, “They!”
Yet behind their smoke filled lies,
While people die,
They continue to say,
“It’s gonna get better.”
Sep 24, 2022
Sep 24, 2022 at 4:18 PM UTC
sickened
by media lies
legislative disguise
rotting food
attracting flies
beguiled by trite examples
limited poling
and internet trolling
expressionless selfie
apathy as fashion
androgynous culture
manly men are maligned
while supermodels ******
minds
warped youths scramble
attempting to grasp
beauty
through surgery
and consumerism
their tiny orange bodies
reflect social illness
its glare blinding
bound to the taxation system
pre-social security number
these zombie babies
march to Red Bull
FOX news
and social media ************
fluoridated and infected
they reject ideas
not rooted in technology
…mock astrology
believe in genetically altering
living organisms biology
practice unlicensed psychology
and pharmacology
all the while supporting
underground government demonology
…….. my apology
lost in this madness
I feel trapped and isolated
and the irony hits
flattening my preconceptions
“As part of, I am responsible for…”
…..darkness and pain
crash on aging shoulders
realization
and defeat
Sep 16, 2014
Sep 16, 2014 at 1:02 PM UTC
I’m not saying you should have to wipe clean your political slate to understand the power for oppression is in the hands of the state.
Legislative discrimination is slated against us.
Divisive measures are taken to sew distrust.
I don’t believe there is any higher power we can trust.
No god.
No man.
And certainly no ******* government.
Dec 9, 2013
Dec 9, 2013 at 12:29 AM UTC
On watching Indian Polity
Such was my country twenty-one Summers ago
In a starry night I ,with my wife Prema young
Walked along the road of midnight Mysore slow
As snow veil clad chilling breeze rippled along.
No ****** , drunkard, rowdy, as hyenas did draw
No clique with camera to strip or **** did throng
An auto -driver so friendly took us to a lodge; so
Gladly with son Sudev we enjoyed Dassara song .
Now, in every city , I fancy , Sahasralinga’s attacks
From Bars with bars such barbarians may pounce
As executive dread such law-breakers to punish.
Political aspirants languid sit in and pronounce
In Parliament to protect the culprits from barracks
Deceiving democrats and putting them in anguish.
======================================
Note: Prema: name of wife; Sudev: name of baby(son). Sahasralinga: nickname of Indra /Devendra.(King of Devas who live in luxury. Parliament: the legislative building. Mysore: the city in Karnataka,India former capital of Mysore kings. Dassara:a state festival in Karnataka,
==========================================
Aug 26, 2013
Aug 26, 2013 at 6:37 AM UTC
To learn to
Live to find
Happiness where
There once was
Misery and to
See when once was blind
To hate to love through
The thick and thin of
It all and to breath the
Same air as thine enemy
To trample of angelic
Dirt, touching the soft
Face of a child who was
Born to die in a world
Where sadness is a by-product
Of legislative necessity
To break minds and hearts in
Spite of all the civil wars and
Civil liberties movements, songs
Played and lost in crumpled
Sheet music of time
Pressing a hand onto
Prison glass while there
Are only nightmares behind
The frozen steel bars of the imagination
Our sons and our daughters
Linger on the brink of
Insanities leash and
I am one of them
The glass shatters as
Mismatched celebrity lovers
Entertain us with their
Mundane lives and their
Soft core ***** re-enactments
Of the human condition
I pass by the lepers
Of television, swearing that
The good times were the best
Times in the past, yet I see only
The burning history books
Upon their shelves, weeping
As they comb their hair for the last time
Smelling the sulfur upon
My fingernails
Rotting to the core of it
Trickling cool blood in the
The devil's dandruff
A former president smiling
Making up for all the wrong
By doing now, all the right
We are in constant remorse
This American land
We were born on a graveyard
Of the gentle and peaceful
Our dreams will
Stir and writhe with
The ghosts of the past
Our children will forget
About the beauty of the ocean
And the serene simplicity
Of mother wind
Tossed in the grotto of anonymity
We will lose our names
We will lose our faces
We will lose our throne of thievery
Justifying all that we have done
On the basis of Darwin
The clock will turn
The loser becomes the winner
And the winner
Melts like
Wet ashes
At a
Deserted
Campfire
Jun 4, 2012
Jun 4, 2012 at 3:27 AM UTC
Nothing better than I chance to show you how I’ve froze over hell givin’ Beelzebub a chill,
Your fables hold little weight when you try to justify their existence as long as I continue dissect your deities,
Not that I am entitled but I can careless about how you explain yourself without the brain,
I’ve been broken and forced to put the pieces back together because I’m not ready to embrace the oblivion without a say,
Without of a chance to reciprocate what you didn’t do for me,
I’m telling you to **** yourself till I fill in your grave,
Get ready son for your vacant destiny,
I’m done with the mental constraints of your needs,
I’m fed up with taking a beating for the ignorance that breeds,
Your about to bounce a check that will leave you dangled at the neck,
Not a threat but I didn’t oppress the armed of ancestral resistance,
That desk can’t keep you from the reach of those who believe in unconditional independence,
And you know why you walk a thin line,
It isn’t because of those nickels and dimes you earn overtime,
It isn’t because you drive home to a white picketed life full of lies,
It’s because you know if one of us grabs a mic we might turn to the tide, the next chapter of this species existence,
Making you extinct,
You think daddy’s inheritance will let you pass any Bill,
But it only takes one to change the tone,
One to alter the course of ****** fostered governance,
Not suggesting a Reich’s renovation,
Or an imperialist’s intervention,
But an interruption to this Nation’s corruption,
**** your principals, **** what your father’s told you,
It’s our turn to mend this debilitated democracy,
To end this domesticated atrocity,
So sorry not trying to foment insurrection,
Just asking the children to picket your legislative lickings,
The documents you pen in order to silence dissidence,
But I’m not going to fear old men with millions,
Jan 10, 2013
Jan 10, 2013 at 1:29 PM UTC
THE POET AND ITS VERSE
No legion or religion can hold my vision
Any legislative can’t cease my verse
Born free I am a motion
No language or nation can bind my fluctuation.
I am petals of dear flowers
I have fragrant of sweetness
But I lived it for other
For little happiness
And for world peremptoriness
Apr 28, 2014
Apr 28, 2014 at 6:12 AM UTC
“*You are so kind.
Thank you with all the
resolve
in my heart.”*
J.V.
<>
A thank you note,
for a simple shining-of-light,
stuns me into inspiration,
deep chested thrombosis consternations and calculations,
palpitations of the boom-boom variety,
signaling the onset of intracranial contractions
of a new birth~poem
aborning…
who of us these days,
speaks of the resolve in our hearts?
who of us free confesses deep natured thanks,
it is almost too old fashioned.
it is powerful.
it is a thanks that
powers the wattage sufficiency
to light up a city entire,
and even though inward focused,
it yet is shedding Moses-like
light beams
heavenward,
I wrack my heart to even comprehend,
that simplest of actions reciprocal:
1/Thank You
can it, (it can!)
steel the heart,
give its truthfulness a special
power, and more than resolve,
even solves
our equation solution
so elegantly is the endless searching for the
right way to give thanks, to receive thanks,
it is a mutual gifting, for our mutuality is of
two hearts, echoing the words of
all legislative bodies:
”Be it Resolved”
what is this resolution then?
the consummate of English words
with such a variety of shadings,
requiring a declarative,
not a narrative,
consummation
be it resolved,
that two resolute hearts
shall not depart this Earth
before their arms interlocute an
embrace,
the shadows of their eyes interlock,
casting away
interfering long distances,
a single atmosphere shall
be tasted, inhaled,
by their
combinatory sensories
then and only then:
their resolve tested
and surpassed
will their poem
commencé et terminé,
begun and completed
The Emotion is Carried
<<>>
“*The gender-neutral name Jamadhi comes
from Arabic origins, meaning “beauty.”
When thinking about all the beautiful
things in the world, your little one, with
their kind demeanor and bright smile,
no doubt springs to mind! But a name
simply meaning “beauty” doesn’t only
refer to their appearance. This name
is a reflection of their beautiful little
soul, too, on a journey through this world.
Baby Jamadhi could be a gentle soul
or the fiercest of little childon the playground,
but no matter what, a name meaning
“beauty” will always ring true.”
Feb 15, 2024
Feb 15, 2024 at 3:28 AM UTC
Enough is enough
We have watched
We have heard
Every year, every month
Every week, every day
Every hour, every minute
Thousands and thousands
Of untold horrors
In every state
In every city
In every village
In every nook and corner
Of this monstrous country
A supposedly secular country
A supposedly democratic country
Enough is enough
How much more can we stand?
For how much longer
Do we have to put up
With this Brahminical terror
Unleashed by the state and legislative
By the judiciary and police
By the corporate and media
Don't you dare hide
Under the garb of patriotism
Under the garb of secularism
Admit it, this is what you wanted
Right from day one
A Savarna-Brahmin India
Free from Dalit-Bahujan resistance
Free from liberty, equality and fraternity
An India ****** would have been proud of
Jan 22, 2020
Jan 22, 2020 at 12:12 PM UTC
One Bill makes us stronger, and one Bill makes them fall
And the Bills the public gives you, just won’t do it at all
Go ask ALEC*, cuz it’s their call
And if you go raising money, and think the are gonna stall
Tell’em you’re hook, line, and sinker, and giving them your all
Then call ALEC, for it’s their call
When the Rich own the chessboard get up and tell you how to vote
And you’ve just left their boardroom, and possess the motherload
Go ask ALEC, which way to go
When law and constitution have fallen sloppy dead
And the White-Right is walking backwards
And the Orange King’s out of his head
Remember what your ALEC said
We’re in bed, we’re in bed
*American Legislative Exchange Council
Aug 4, 2019
Aug 4, 2019 at 5:16 PM UTC
blame can be apportioned
on the landlord's back
a cladding of inferior quality
wrapped his building's stack
flames quickly engulfed
all the floor levels
tenants were trapped on
such unsafe bevels
what chance did they stand
in getting out of the tower
a cheap Chinese covering
encasing their bower
deaths were assured
by faulty material
much loved ones lives
seemingly immaterial
construction standards
perished with the smoke
slack council regulations
a legislative choke
Jun 15, 2017
Jun 15, 2017 at 7:18 PM UTC
Senator Bob Corker° refers
To what has become the scary result
Of blind devotion to Donald Trump.
He calls the movement a GOP cult.
It's easy to join the cult if you
Don't mind sacrificing free will.
Getting out of the cult is another
Story; that will take some skill.
Members lose their sense of self
When they join the Cult of Trump.
When Trump says "Bow!" they all bow;
When he says "Jump!" boy they jump!
Cult members in Congress have
Handed legislative power
Over to Trump, their supreme
Leader before whom they cower.
Regarding constitutional
Authority: will it last?
Or will it suffer a slow death
And thus become a thing of the past?
All the Leader has to say
Is "They are wrong and I am right,"
And followers agree en masse.
Not to agree would be impolite.
Effusive praise and allegiance must go
To the Leader who is all-about-me.
He says he knows what's good for you.
Woe to you if you disagree.
It used to be that presidents
Worked for the people, but we have found
That currently with the Cult of Trump,
It's the other way around.
How many more will drink the Kool-Aid?
Who else will fall under Trump's spell?
Remember Jonestown? In the end,
Things did not go very well.
-by Bob B (6-14-18)
°Republican Senator from Tennessee
Jun 14, 2018
Jun 14, 2018 at 10:24 AM UTC
You can find me in my room
My refuge in a home
I have lived in for too long
Eating my bowl of hamhock soup with beans
Recording Churchill's speeches on my iphone
What a good man he was
We must stand up to evil
Stand up to those who threaten liberal democracies
But in America today
Our greatest enemy lies within, not without
Our own government not holding fast
To the principles upon which it was founded
False illusions that this economic situation
Is under control
Like bailouts,stimulus packages, jobs bills,
Regulation in industry, unconstitutional power grabs,
Dismissal of historical laws, changes in the legislative process
And changes in checks and balaces of power
We have a false sense of security
Big government is hurting us
Not helping us
TSA pat downs
NSA privacy intrusions
Destabilazation
Over arching centralized government model
Begins to take control
A New World Order
Is what they have planned
No more national sovereignty
I'm not going to the FEMA camp
Apr 26, 2015
Apr 26, 2015 at 10:37 PM UTC
A Poem: "Amotekun Dee"
"Kere oh, Omode gbo. T'agba gbo"
"Oba ni kin wi fun yin oh!"
"Amotekun deeeeeeeee"
"Eyin omo Odua, ee gbo mi bi?"
"Irorun de, omi tun tun wo lu"
"Eyin temi aji lala osho. Eyin Omo okun Esin"
"Won ma sare kabakaba"
"Mo wi re, tabitha mi o wi re?"
"Amotekun deeeeeee"
We will block the gap and protect all and sundry
We'll patrol with Eagle eyes
It shall be "No nonsense here" in our region
With robust intelligence gathering and network
And we will proceed with extreme caution
Within the ambits of the law shall we operate
There shall be no sleep for the wicked
Peace, it has long eluded our lands
We have been invaded by uncircumcised Philistines
But not anymore, "O to geeee"
Who else knows our terrain better than our locals
You got a pass mark my Governors
And I am proud to be "Ofe mmanu""
"Ejo, ema je wo ni owo osu oh!"
Lest they begin to see friends as foes
"Amotekun de...Oju eje...."
"Iyalaya gbogbo won"
"Koni kaluku di omo Iya re mu.."
"A ko fosi rara nile Odua"
"Awi fun won ti ti, won jo gbo"
Odua a gbewa ooo.
"Oya, awon daaa? Gbefunwon kososhi"
Why carry guns when we can enchant them?
We have been pushed to the wall
Our hands on the plough, no going back
"This one no be se re se re"
"Omoluabi is a talk and do"
We stoop and let them trample on us"
Little do they know we are fooling the fools
Those who thinks they are fooling us
Watch it, we can be cunning and deceitful
But when it comes to our collective goal
The bond that binds us strong
And our walls, a mighty fortress
In a nutshell, "Ki eku ile gbo o"
"Ko si so fun to ojo oh"
We are regional and not tribal
We will listen before we judge
We will treat all fairly as our ancestors did
We will not allow the "Cobra Effect" permeate Amotekun
This, we all know, is peace at last!
Passing Amotekun bill is a legislative masterstroke
For all who saw this to fruition
May "Eledumare" grant you all your "positive" heart desires
"Mo wi re, tabi mi o wi re bi"
Amotekun deeee"
Aug 11, 2020
Aug 11, 2020 at 3:07 PM UTC
well, it was hardly or ever would be a respectable
musicology with mere rhyme; so we overburdened it
with ideas, those pit-stops of thinking,
those pivots of the former fluidity
that gave us Achilles... long gone
the respectability of not thinking,
so waiting awaiting the respectability of thinking
to un-think the existence of thought
rather than the existence of god...
i say forget atheism, and reading philosophical
books kept till old age of respectability,
those books are nothing but dust by then...
but i'm in agreement with the attack,
for who would want to sing a rhyme with mere echo,
the ulterior ego... to sing for a tennis match
of resounding a# a#, b b, c c, encoding our children
to merely encode rhyming patterns?
for fear of the loss of mimic or replica?
if i were a kid i'd love to rob her majesty's vessel
and encounter adventure than bookworms sneezing
dust for kindred death with Spinoza chiselling
optometric devices on a lesser scale in comparison
with telescopes - Amsterdam seen from a far far away
galaxy; if only you stood there, and experienced
the freedom that prostitutes govern in this city;
if only less legislative powers in your politics!
May 17, 2016
May 17, 2016 at 7:50 PM UTC
My life.
My wife.
My wife.
My life.
I'm determine to make her happy anyway I can.
Its just an honor to be called her man.
This should be a legislative law for all marry men.
Who took the time to step into marriage?
My heart.
My love.
My love.
Is my heart.
Been that way since the start.
If she request.
I least try to get it for her.
If she never ask me.
I quickly profess in private or public the way I love her.
My wife.
My life.
There's not enough words to describe her.
Her undying love.
He faithfully support.
Yes, my wife.
Who just happens to be the star of my life?
It's a blessing to have that affection.
Dec 5, 2013
Dec 5, 2013 at 10:58 AM UTC
If angels were given to govern men,
neither
external nor internal controls
would be necessary
First,
control the Governed
Next,
control private interests
over
public rights
In republican government,
legislative authority necessarily
predominates,
on extraordinary occasions,
it might be
perfidiously abused
power surrendered by the people
to the administration,
unjust views of the major
interests of the minor
turned against
both parties
society itself
will be broken
many parts,
interests
class of citizen,
rights of individuals
Or
the minority
will be in danger of
the majority
the best security—
rights of every class,
will be diminished
Justice is the end of;
civil society
Dec 21, 2017
Dec 21, 2017 at 4:10 PM UTC
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Oct 19, 2018
Oct 19, 2018 at 9:06 PM UTC
You can find me in my room
My refuge in a home
I have lived in for too long
Eating my bowl of hamhock soup with beans
Recording Churchill's speeches on my iphone
What a good man he was
We must stand up to evil
Stand up to those who threaten liberal democracies
But in America today
Our greatest enemy lies within, not without
Our own government not holding fast
To the principles upon which it was founded
False illusions that this economic situation
Is under control
Like bailouts,stimulus packages, jobs bills,
Regulation in industry, unconstitutional power grabs,
Dismissal of historical laws, changes in the legislative process
And changes in checks and balaces of power
We have a false sense of security
Big government is hurting us
Not helping us
TSA pat downs
NSA privacy intrusions
Destabilazation
Over arching centralized government model
Begins to take control
A New World Order
Is what they have planned
No more national sovereignty
I'm not going to the FEMA camp
Apr 26, 2015
Apr 26, 2015 at 10:39 PM UTC