"panders" poems
In this Developed Nation, a 19 year old woman sleeps in a bag in a door way.
In this Developed Nation, a working family of four relies on the local food bank.
In this Developed Nation, grandmothers live on a pittance and die lonely.
In this Developed Nation, my friends use drugs to fill a spiritual chasm.
In this Developed Nation, stateless refugees are kept in cages while processed.
In this Developed Nation, slave labour is abolished, but persists.
In this Developed Nation, the media patronizes and panders to the lowest common denominator.
In this Developed Nation, the unscrupulous employers bulldoze workers rights.
In this Developed Nation, the population is kept divided and ineffective.
In this Developed Nation, ‘I’m not a racist...but...’
In this Developed Nation, black people are stop/searched nine times more than whites.
In this Developed Nation, under four percent of **** reports end in conviction.
In this Developed Nation, seventeen percent of adults take anti-depressants.
In this Developed Nation, suicide is the biggest killer of men under fifty.
In this Developed Nation, children cut themselves to relieve pain.
In this Developed Nation, I’m a snowflake if I care.
What has this Nation Developed into?
Aug 16, 2020
Aug 16, 2020 at 10:41 AM UTC
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just another paper
that
panders to the lowest
common deNominator.
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Sep 22, 2014
Sep 22, 2014 at 1:10 AM UTC
Upon pulchritude I gandered
Alchemy materialized
Adamant sentiments mere panders
Upon pulchritude I gandered
Fervor ascended, language stammered
Imagery never once had I theorized
Upon pulchritude I gandered
Alchemy materialized
Mar 23, 2012
Mar 23, 2012 at 3:44 PM UTC
Fondness of looks
Panders lust
Lust dreams of love
Whereas, love;
Love is content.
Sep 5, 2017
Sep 5, 2017 at 6:30 AM UTC
Captain
Is such an abrasive term
Call me zebra instead
Call me every other weekend
Salute the system
Or form a mutiny
As disciples of Moby ****
Just be sure rank and file
Are futile
Everything now is beautiful
Rainbirds
Caged in your barbed-wire heart
Jaded feather friends
In migration
Tasting shapes
And drawing blood
From artistic wings
As freedom of flyway must
Still belong to the rule
Everything now is beautiful
Hopscotch
On sorted sidewalks
Ride the escalator instead
Up one floor
To the mezzanine
That panders to
The perversions of quiet girls
Innocence outshines
Experience
When the hemisphere is
Short on lifeboats
And late for school
Everything now is beautiful
The missing world
Beneath our feet
Is what the ocean
Tells us about ourselves
"From swerve of shore
To bend of bay"
Check the notes
In the margin
Postcards and maps
Depicting these dazzle ships
And the angry waters
They chart
Are always of
Skinny-dipping
Sea vessels
Her mons and ponds
Face-up
And full frontal
Everything now is beautiful
Dove taking
Swan keeping
We've power against dreams
We've articles of war
So this line is expendable
An anguish languish
Deep deep down
Turning with the wave
Against the sound
Where we sailed on from one love
To find another
As usual
Omnes una manet nox
(One night is awaiting us all)
Aug 26, 2020
Aug 26, 2020 at 3:08 PM UTC
‘Look around,
Where are you?’
I can’t remember, I ran too far away
In hope of something true
This place
It is bright
It is calm, it is comfort
It panders to those in plight
I shall stay here
For a while, maybe evermore
I am now new
Purity to adore
The sun sets
I remember in pain
And go back to reality
Home again
Mar 26, 2015
Mar 26, 2015 at 3:26 AM UTC
The Emperor walks naked
past eyes fully cloned
To his subjects he panders
his pride for a throne
His strut his true signature
exposure supreme
Your opinion no matter
—he colors you green
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2014)
Oct 17, 2018
Oct 17, 2018 at 12:43 AM UTC
Without the will, power is meaningless. Without power, will is ineffective.
The artist's true power is deception. Mystery is her medium, myth is her message.
Without the willpower to do something, is it possible to will oneself to obtain it?
The artist only panders to nostalgia. The profit speaks about current events. The historian lays-out a plan for the future.
Could will be the emerged pattern of chemical and electrical forces, as evolved via the force of entropy?
Could we be driven to seek will? Can we will new drives?
Feb 26, 2025
Feb 26, 2025 at 9:59 PM UTC
White haired head
leans in
to his hands
to hide the tears
that threaten
to swallow
the last bits
of his resilience.
An American tragedy
all those families
crying out loud,
what a shame
for America the proud.
An anti-Semite
takes another life
tonight.
Another,
skin head,
another
neo ****
and the president
panders to them
with hidden
nods to
the ideas
they salute.
Makes me
want to puke,
or drop from a plane
with no parachute
because these dudes
have no compassion,
and smashing
my body into the
form of a pancake
might make
people take
Dec 30, 2018
Dec 30, 2018 at 9:29 AM UTC
Fasten your seatbelts
For the ice the heat melts
Will be dealt
We’ll receive welts
From Earth’s belt
Her pain will be felt
Crazy cancer
Lazy dancers
Don’t have answers
But as enchanters
Conjure banter
Of absurd slander
And crowd panders
To darken lanterns
Flooding the gate
Money to make
Muddies the stakes
So they act fake
To catch a break
Becoming snakes
With stunning rakes
For nature’s ****
Carbon emission
Cancer remission
In need of incisions
To heal our decisions
Yet denied permission
By a wealthy commission
Utilizing superstition
And pure fiction
To ensure friction
Fueling oil addiction
The hurricanes
Assuring pain
Are curing stains
Of carbon shame
Until what remains
Stays in nature’s lane
I hide in dreams
From Poseidon’s screams
At polluted streams
From brutish teams
Of the crudest greed
To break our code of mourning
We need the noble forming
A case for global warming
Against the vocal storming
Of the slogan storing
***** adoring
Public scorning
We need Atlas here
To fix the atmosphere
As those here
Impose fear
Against peers
Their success equals destruction
So acting responsibly is obstruction
Pushing the planet to an eruption
Of cataclysmic disruption
Due to cynical dysfunction
A tidal wave
Of vital days
To fix our maze
Sits in a haze
While we’re slaves
Digging graves
For the brave
In their way
Oct 24, 2018
Oct 24, 2018 at 12:55 AM UTC
Dog Days of U.S. Politics
Our dog days of pols and pundits are here
Like pathogens thriving without antidote
Or insects immune to every repellent
They adapt and survive; their goal is your vote.
Twenty-four/seven they're on the attack
Inventing solutions with simple sound bites
Then eager reporters with blow-dried ambition
Primp, and turn fiction to fact overnight.
"Democracy" poisoned by anonymous donors
Congress panders to a privileged few
Their money controls and dictates the fate
Of pols who have pledged to represent you.
The U.S. readily chastises others
Advising and preaching democracy
While our congress is bought and sold on a scale
That is laughable for its hypocrisy.
So political ads infested your home
You call EPA who deal with pollution:
"Please dispose of these, sir, I am sick of the lies."
"An infection of Broadcast Toxins," he sighs,
"For which we have no solution."
Sep 21, 2016
Sep 21, 2016 at 7:45 PM UTC