"maga" poems
Mga isip na nagtagpo sa delubyong nakatago
Isang ikot sa bilog na bakal, nagtugma ang kaisipan
Maraming bunggo'upang utak ay maalog
Naalog nga ba? para bumitaw o
dahil sa pag ulit ng pag bunggo
At Sadyang inalog para kumapit at umasa
Sa mga pangyayaring tugma sa puso ng mga mahal
Mga usap na wagas ang salita
Mga analisa na may pag dududa at pag sang ayon
Mga oras na ginugol upang makamit
ang usapang pag ibig ng mga mahal
Mga oras na ang pag uusap ay paulit ulit
Mas naging matatag dahil sa maga paulit ulit na
mga salita at haka haka na nag katotoo
Ngunit walang sawang nakinig, nagtipa
Upang ang dalisay na pag ibig ay magtagumpay
Mga pag tatagpo na kahit sa sandali ay naging
palagay ang loob at isipan
Mga taong makatotohanan at naniniwala sa
dalisay na pag mamahal ng taong mahal
Mga oras na ginagawang araw ang gabi
na sana ay tugma ang oras
Di man nagtugma ang oras nagagawa
pa ding mag bahagi ng oras
Dahil ang pag-mamahal na bukal
sa taong mga mahal walang kasinungalingan
walang pag dududa naniwala sa dalisay
Dahil sa mas malalim na pag kakaibigan
na puno ng lungkot at pighati
mga pag subok na kumanti sa pagmamahal
ngunit ganon pa man nag tagumpay sa mga hiling
sa gabi-gabi sa pagtulog.
sa Poong may Kapal,
Naway di magsawa sa mga karanasan
Sa kapaligaran may kasinungalingan
Naway maging aral upang matutong
Magbigay ng pag mamahal sa kapwang
Walang nakakaunawa at nagmamahal
Mga delubyong pinagtagpo ang mga taong
mas nag pakatoo at umasang sa huli ay
mag tatagumpay ang pag ibig na dalisay
ng taong umaapaw ang pagmamahal sa babaeng
sinisinta sa bawat minuto at bawat sandali
ng kanyang buhay.
Ano pa nga ba ang salitang dapat mamutawi
kundi mga katagang "Tagumpay ka DALISAY".
Apr 5, 2018
Apr 5, 2018 at 10:21 PM UTC
1. De-Colonize This Space
Drum circle protests genderplop demands
Indigenous discount store camouflage
We demand persistent stereotypes
Solidarity initiative project
Take back the people’s cultural statues
Ethnographic curatorial practices
Red spray paint fire imperialism
Repatriate the Iphone Starbuck’s cups
And don’t forget the “Hey! Hey! ** **
Because we’re, like, artists and stuff, you know?
2. De-Colonize This Space Too
Guns and cholesterol made America great
Fat white boys in discount store camouflage
Duct-tape the Bible and the border wall
We won our freedom with our Kalashnikovs
Fake news back-stabber not a war hero
SecondAmendmentSecondAmendment
Lock her up get ‘em outta here yuge deal
You RINO losers can grab my MAGA
You snowflakes are sissies, you millennials too
But ouch! my heel spurs hurt, oh boo-hoo-hoo!
Oct 11, 2018
Oct 11, 2018 at 3:02 PM UTC
I hope nga sama sa coke og tubig,
Piliion mo ako nga tubig,
Dili man tam.is ug lamion,
Basta bisag unsay mahitabo,
dle ka pwedeng mo dle nako,
Kay ako nga tubig makaayo ug makatambal,
Di lang sa tutunlan asta pod sa imong kauhaw,
Kauhaw sa gugma ug pagamoma.
Dili sama sa soft drinks,
Nga imong pilion ug pangitaon,
Kung ikaw makakaon ug lamion pero bidli na pagkaon,
Apan ikaw maga duhaduha,
Basta ang lawas may gipamati na,
Mga sakit ug balatian nga tandgunon,
Sa gugma, mao ni sila ang atong mga hinigugma kaniadto,
Mas gipili ang kalami sa karon,
Wala ga lantaw sa possibling sakit,
Sakit nga maabot ig mata sa kaugmaon,
Maong unta ako nga tubig imong pilion,
Bisag dle tam.is ug lamion,
Mahimo mo man sad ako nga gamiton,
Sa imong pag hunad ug paglimpyo ,
Sa mga preskong samad sa imong kagahapon,
Isaad kong dughan mo pagahugasan,
Pad.on ang tanang kasakit ug kabalaka,
Dughan mo panggaon, higugmaon ug paga ampingan,
Mga kasakit kong alid.an ug pagpangga ug paghigugma,
Maong ako nga tubig intawn pagapilia.
Tubig man ko para kanila,
Labaw pa ni sa soft drinks ang katam.is kung mahigugma.
Unta inday kong shiela pilia
Kining
Tubig ko nga paghigugma
Jun 20, 2020
Jun 20, 2020 at 2:05 PM UTC
If we taught tolerance instead of fear,
how many lives would we have spared this year?
If we taught acceptance instead of hate,
if we taught kids to commiserate,
to see what others have on their plate,
that would make America great.
Nov 17, 2018
Nov 17, 2018 at 4:12 PM UTC
Kanye West visited Trump
At the White House, and man, what a scene!
His words were bouncing off all the walls,
Just like a ball in a pinball machine.
His disjointed rantings and ravings
Made little if any sense.
He ****** up to the president
More than even Michael Pence.
Rambling about the 13th Amendment,
The Unabomber, and then trap doors,
He ended the strange concoction of thoughts
With a weird reference to thirteen floors.
To him, Trump is a father figure.
To prove how much he is fan,
Whenever he wears his MAGA cap,
It makes him feel like Superman.
Illegal guns, tasting fine wines,
And liberals controlling blacks
Through racism? You wanted to say,
Calm down, Kanye. Try to relax.
One thing is certain: We can see
From trying to follow his monologue threads,
That Kanye needs some serious help.
Kanye, please get back on your meds!
-by Bob B (10-14-18)
Oct 14, 2018
Oct 14, 2018 at 1:08 PM UTC
The President is writing in ALL CAPS today
And that’s all right because caps are okay:
They keep his head warm in the winter’s cold
He has ‘em in colors: red, white, and gold
And an old one in green from Viet-Nam
Where he was a-serving 1 of his Uncle Sam
Only he didn’t, but that doesn’t matter
He’ll dodge the issue with bluster and natter
Be grateful he sports his red MAGA cap
To cover his head, ‘cause it’s full of
hair
1 allusion to Kipling's "Gunga Din"
Aug 1, 2018
Aug 1, 2018 at 4:01 PM UTC
I saw a banner
“See something say something”
bestriding a Union City street
raising eyebrows of suspicion
in a hood’s ***** retreat
I see blood red MAGA caps
embolden distemperate fits
ready to answer jingoistic dissings
with an *** kickin liberty chit
I see a Blue Line stained flag
It slices a field of united states
a wall to seperate us from them
God save us from reprobates
I hear shouts hailing militarism
saluting troops marching to war
Patriots offer sons and daughters
from families of the nation’s poor
I see a hoisted Gadsden Flag
boasting Don’t Tread on Me
true liberty a hissing asp
venomous country tis of thee
I see the stirring marches
aggrieved white nationalists sing
Confederacy of Blood and Soil!
cries for freedom ring
Music:
Lotte Lenya in Alabama Song
by Kurt Weill recording 1930
Art:
George Grosz
Vienna Street Fight
Puyallup
7/10/18
jbm
Jul 10, 2018
Jul 10, 2018 at 8:17 PM UTC
The CAFO trucks roll past
Smelling of hog **** and ***
Their passengers squeal maga,
We are not afraid, they cry
Our **** is in your water
You breathe our **** all day long
Who’s crying now?
Maga, they cry. Hahaha
Copyright © 2019 by Zane Safrit. All rights reserved.
Mar 27, 2019
Mar 27, 2019 at 5:29 PM UTC
Dios -¿de dónde sacaste para encender el cielo
este maravilloso crepúsculo de cobre?
Por él supe llenarme de alegría de nuevo,
y la mala mirada supe tornarla noble.
Entre las llamaradas amarillas y verdes
se alumbró el lampadario de un sol desconocido
que rajó las azules llanuras del oeste
y volcó en las montañas, sus fuentes y sus ríos.
Dame la maga fiesta, Dios, déjala en mi vida,
dame los fuegos tuyos para alumbrar la tierra,
deja en mi corazón tu lámpara encendida
y yo seré el aceite de su lumbre suprema.
Y me iré por los campos en la noche estrellada
con los brazos abiertos y la frente desnuda,
cantando aires ingenuos con las mismas palabras
que en la noche se dicen los campos y la luna.
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Goodmorning, Donald, my sick friend.
I've come to help you tweet again
Because your vision's simply creepy,
Has left you vulnerable to tweet with me.
And these visions I have planted in your brain
Are quite insane
Within the bounds of violence.
Of careless schemes you talk by phone.
Narrowed choices cobbled in stone
'Neath my control, you are a champ.
I turn your thinking to the cold and damp
Through your eyes stabs the flash of terror and fright
That blocks all light
Revealing the bounds of violence.
And in this blackened night I saw
Your MAGA People, by the score.
People jeering without speaking.
People fearing without listening.
So you tweet along to voices that they share.
And so they care
To set the bounds of violence.
"Tools," say I, "With Trump you'll know
Violence, likens more and grows.
Read Trumps words that he might teach you.
Feel my charms so I might reach you,"
And Trumps words like giant droplets fell
Which scattered cross the bounds of violence.
And these people cowed and bayed
To the tweets The Don had made.
And the News Reports flashed out warnings
But their words were never quite forming.
And the News said,
The Tweets of the POTUS are written as satanic calls
When darkness falls.
And prospers the bounds of violence."
Jan 19, 2018
Jan 19, 2018 at 9:07 PM UTC
I will very very probably do it again
Anyone who knows me and has a brain
Can see that Biden's old and lame
Now's the time to reignite my reign.
MAGA folks love me and want me back
They need our country set on track
For what I have all others lack
Of running stuff they know sweet jack.
As to DeSantimonius, Short Pants Pence and Chippy Cheney
That they'll burn out I'll wage you money
I'm the one that's smart and funny
My golden touch makes all things sunny.
So once these midterms are sown up
I'll squeeze lame Joe just like a bug
Show the world that he's a dud
For I’m the man, I know it in my gut.
Nov 7, 2022
Nov 7, 2022 at 11:36 AM UTC
Perfidy and perfume,
Wars and well-being,
Caligula and Beethoven,
Buckenwald and the benign,
Slavery and Stars and Stripes,
Flags and fireworks and Jim Crow,
Lynchings and liberty,
MAGA and magnanimity,
Hate and love.
TOD HOWARD HAWKS
Jul 15, 2023
Jul 15, 2023 at 10:20 PM UTC
Pabalik balik
Urong sulong
Tila hindi umuubra ang usal at salita
Kapag nag isip ay lalo lang nagiging kawawa
Nakakabalisa ang kawalan ng gawa
Dahil sa takot ay nagpapakumbaba
Kumbaga ang tamis at tawa ay isinugal at isinawalang bahala
Sapagkat ang hindi pagharap sa takot ay masama
Pinilit kong humakbang palapit
Sinabayan ko ng dasal
Ngunit minsan mas mabilis ang paghakbang palayo o pagtakbo kaysa patungo sa tarantang nararamdaman ko
Sila nga ba ay mga pader na dapat kong banggain o sila ba'y mga haligi na nagtatanggol sa akin?
Gusto ko silang paslangin kahit na parang bahagi rin sa akin na mamamatay rin
Katakot takot ang pagkakatulad netong aking damdamin sa hindi pagiging malaya, sa pagiging mahaba lamang ng tanikala
Kinakain na ko ng aking isip at katawan,
Kahit na tiyan ko'y walang laman kundi kape at init ng laman,
Paano nga ba magsisimula?
Unti untiin o isang biglaang awitin, pag aklas sa panginginig,
Pagtuklap sa mga matang gising na nagkukunwaring sa pagtulog ay mahimbing,
Dahil totoo ang panganib kaya't natatakot ka sa maaaring mangyayari o sa hindi mo ginawa,
Ngunit sa pagitan ng sarili mo at takot na naninirahan sa iyong isip sino nga ba ang mas totoo at mas mahalaga,
Ang daga sa iyong dibdib o ang kaluluwa **** maga?
Wag isaalang alang ang bait sa ating mga sarili dahil ang hindi paggalaw kahit na ang diwa mo'y pagal ay pagtaya sa isang maling sugal.
Jul 1, 2020
Jul 1, 2020 at 1:56 AM UTC
The president wants us to come together –
One imagines a sea-to-shining sea
Patriotic ****** (with a touch of leather?)
And everyone moaning “MAGA!!!!” simultaneously
Oct 31, 2018
Oct 31, 2018 at 2:55 PM UTC
We're a world and generation set on depersonalization
Where everything is on social media but everyone is scared to socialize.
We all promise we "just need to vent" but is it venting or is it depression?
"He loves me, he's just tired. Its not abuse, she's just tired. I'm not okay, I'm really tired."
We all need to stop and chill without the help of benadryl.
But we need the drugs to feel normal.
A normal that they tell us to be
on the covers of our magazine
When we are all medicated to achieve the status quo
We can't learn from our mistakes if we can't remember them.
Instead of dealing with the guilt,
we soak in a bath as if the lavender suds will rinse away our ****** personality
We do it nightly and call it self care.
And the self care we really need is lunch that isn't Oreos and to join therapy.
We fill the empty hole inside of us with cigarettes and ***** and food
And we don't even know we're empty because our parents are empty too
And the only ones who can recognize the absense
Are the same ones telling us to work harder to buy our first house and car before the age of 25
When really, we haven't even settled on what we want to be when we grow up
Our grandparents and parents beg us to have babies because "I'm not getting any younger."
But I'm quickly getting older Dad, so shut up and let me drink until I pass out without worrying about how much my child will have to heal from, just like I'm healing now with Bacardi 151.
Its a cycle and there's no handle bars
Celebrities writing songs and movies, a fill-in-the-blank series that mimics a horoscope
To drag in the masses with feelings of unity when really we have no idea what our brother went through when we were laying on our uncle's bed at midnight at 5 years old.
They want us to be the same except for when its not convenient, and suddenly the children of rich people are to be scorned but they hate the black people who hate the black rich people
And its another cycle, the chain popped off and the brakes are our feet
Just like when we were kids except now we have no shoes on and we are rolling down a hill that stops at a lake
And our empty parents forgot to teach us how to swim.
Its 2019 now, when will America be great in the first place?
Feb 8, 2019
Feb 8, 2019 at 1:01 AM UTC
There seems to be no escape.
The MAGA cult is all queued up.
Tickets in hand, gathering their baggage -
Prepared to board the leaky ship
For a one-way trip to the bottom of the sea.
Their bags are exceedingly heavy -
Filled with their leader's failures,
Formed of laundered cash, ****
Top Secret document theft, fraud,
Abandoned faithful allies
And defenders of Ukraine's freedom.
There are no first class seats on this ship
Because there are no first class passengers.
They long ago sold off all they should value
To stand by a creepy hotel clerk
Consumed by grift and self - idolatry.
Their hero arrives in a three-piece suit
To escort them to their cabins
As soon as he scrapes the mashed potatoes
From his corruption-soaked vest.
But wait - there seem to be empty seats
Many voyagers are turning away
Tearing their tickets as they go.
They tell how they’re finished
With lies and losing and treachery.
Too bad for them - for you see,
There's no place like the ocean floor
To gurgle on the wrong side of history.
Feb 18, 2024
Feb 18, 2024 at 12:37 PM UTC
My friend
My brother
Just got nicked by ICE
I'm going to stab
The next ****** I see in a MAGA hat
Feb 4, 2019
Feb 4, 2019 at 8:39 AM UTC
the land before history began
land that was not ruled by a man
land that raised me
land with more beauty I had ever seen
a land filled with spirits in trees beautiful and green
land that was untouched
land prosperous and lush
land that I fled to when I was scared
land that helped me with the struggles I bared
land filled with artifacts
land with hidden, ancient tracks
land that I called my own
land that was my home
the man with a cross in hand
set fires to the land
he spoke in a different tongue
and tried to teach it to our young
my people gave him food and water
he only gave us an alter
he told us we were sinners
made us kneel with interlocked fingers
I saw the flags in the distance
I cried in an instance
more of his men were coming
I knew we had to start running
Jan 15, 2020
Jan 15, 2020 at 5:34 AM UTC
“...Poisoned Chalice”
-Macbeth I.vii.10-12
We commend each other with curses exchanged
Between a cop and a hard place in space
Red MAGA caps against ****** berets
All of these accessories China-made
Our battleground an asphalt parking lot
Our forward first-aid post a coffee shop
Where Communists glare over their nitros cold
And Fascists froth their frappuccinos hot
We commend each other with a chalice defiled
Over the broken body of a Child
Aug 8, 2019
Aug 8, 2019 at 4:34 PM UTC
I'm Happy See,
Doing Some Things,
All Which I Love,
Focused On Me,
Krav Maga,
Lot's Of Poetry,
Street Routine Super Mean,
Smooth Moves Clean,
No Karate Class,
No Gi,
Just You And Me,
Karate Fast,
I Will Never Be The He That Shot His ***
I Don't Like Sirens ,
Truamtize From Sirensn,
All That Violence,
I Will Silence That,
Hit First Hit Last,
Soulution Execution,
Problems In The Past,
Percieve Accordingly,
Peep The Facts,
Knowledgeable,
Notice My Flow,
Vocab Though So Rad,
My Soul Is Magik,
Heart So Sad,
I Feel The Pain,
Hey Happiness I Show That,
An Oath Is A Promise,
I Know That ,
So What Is Unspoke And Unseen,
I Must Not Scream Or Proceed To Show That,
I Shroom On Long Weeks,
Peaking On Gold Caps,
Sit In A Rose Bath,
Exotic Gypsy Doll So Bad,
Affection Deep,
Passionate Sexin,
We Hold Hands,
In The Room Naked,
We Anxious,
Both Slow Dance,
I Feel So Alone ,
And Ya Know,
****
I Suffer Silent,
Secretley Dying Ya Know And,
I'm Gonna Change The World Cos We Both Can't,
Peace To My Enimies,
I Don't Have Beef,
Not Time To Eat With Close Frienimes,
I'm Leaving A Very Deep Intriguing Legacy,
Remember Please
Nov 18, 2015
Nov 18, 2015 at 9:17 PM UTC
Ella es una maga
Bajo cualquier techo que nos encontremos se convierte en su escenario
Y yo,
en un voluntario del publico
No usa varitas ni sombreros ni trucos de humo
Y con una sola mirada
me desaparece
----
She's a magician
Anytime we share a room, it becomes her stage
And I, a volunteer from the audience
She doesn't use wands, or hats, or smoke tricks
With a single gaze, she makes me disappear
Jun 16, 2016
Jun 16, 2016 at 12:36 AM UTC
.don't get me wrong... poaching a chicken breast, while wrapped in cling-film? a "MAGA" idea... and then frying it? gently? brilliant... first exposing the chicken to a tenderness, and then incubating it by frying it? genius...
while watching Masterchef Australia...
surprise surprise...
imagine my surprise at finding
the monarchical support of the people
of Australia, trailing along with
jests of "speaking the proper
terminology" when addressing "royalty"...
is this some sort of Aztec pyramid
poncy scheme Halloween party?
feathers and ****
no?
sure as **** it looks like one
of those bogus explanations worthy
of the royalty of sycophants of
Pont de l'Alma, "debated" against...
as if Charlie "the ******* Chaplin" Windsor
could brush this / these facts off...
point being...
to my utter bewilderment,
and subsequent surprise...
i never imagined the Australians to be
so monarchical...
stunned as ****
Australians are this much monarchical?
they're so biased, so fervent in their opinions?!
seriously?!
remind me to never visit this...
sub, of whatever constitutes a continent...
i'e sooner visit the Faroe Island
prior to America,
as i'd visit Antarctica before
Australia...
monarchical afterthoughts
that the Australians surprised me
with...
i deemed them rather rebellious...
solemn, industriously counter
to what Britain affirmed /
arranged itself around...
my bad...
i guess it's just a case of:
different **** same cover....
oh... right... ********
same **** different cover;
works both ways anyway.
Oct 26, 2018
Oct 26, 2018 at 9:17 PM UTC