"pilloried" poems
Give him a skinhead, insignia, boots
Less scruples, a swagger-stick, crowds, money.
No black shirts visible. Just business suits,
and pride is restored: tragic but funny.
Proud like a skyscraper, godless as sin
Babylonian promises, towering lies
Reality shows when plutocrats win,
Their rhetoric raining from empty skies.
She-wolves, elected by uninformed sheep
behave predictably, eyeing the flock
Their wool (and the lamb-chops) are hers to keep
Grazing voter—this should come as no shock.
It’s a bitter pill (more like pilloried)
So shall we now be ******* or Hillary-ed?
May 9, 2016
May 9, 2016 at 8:59 PM UTC
His Lady is lovely-
Her verses, Divine.
On her wit and her wisdom
we've all oft opined.
He, Texas handsome,
skin kissed by the sun
in all respects admirable
save that he snored some.
Pilloried in verse
fort his one fatal flaw,
Far too much the gentlemen,
He didn't get sore.
He didn't want her to suffer
on account of his curse
So, like a true gentleman
He'd let her sleep first.
But before he, too,
could drift off to Nod
From her side of the bed
came some sounds rather odd.
Was it a trick of his
sleep deprived brain
or did his lady love whistle
much like a Freight train?
Since its highly unlikely
she will cease and desist
and, awake, she's the Lady
his heart can't resist.
He's taken to counting sheep
with fingers and toes
till the Ambien works
and he gets some repose..
Nov 16, 2011
Nov 16, 2011 at 8:13 PM UTC
Hearts skipping beats,
Unable to vent,
1, 2, 3...
الى متى؟
Lungs filled up with dust,
Medical was attacked,
11, 12, 13...
الى متى؟
Eyes running out of tears,
Unable to occupy,
21, 22, 23...
الى متى؟
Voices heard deeply,
Some pilloried, some bombed,
31, 32, 33...
√'Wir haben es nicht gewusst'
71, 72, 73... Suffocated by injustice.
الى متى يا عمي؟
May 22, 2021
May 22, 2021 at 11:02 AM UTC
let me rant awhile
for what good it may do
to open the valve
if only briefly
for as one wave
after another
of sheer indignity
is reported
survivor guilt
courses through me
yet even this
was not mine to choose
for I don't happen to
have been born
Jewish
or black -
and that doesn't make me
more -
or less -
worthy of dignity
but I can observe closely
what it is like
to be pilloried
and persecuted
for one's peaceful contacts
and communications
holding personal beliefs
at odds with a regime
and a rage
courses through me
on contemplating
'man's inhumanity to man' -
though written long ago
that the world would be so,
where hatred would replace
kindness, love, empathy
I deplore the way
an ideology
of one disturbed,
possessed person
can lead to millions
donning a uniform,
henceforth labelling
one sector of humankind
'persona non grata'
to be mercilessly pursued
in legitimized genocide,
even savaging
little children
frightened lads
caught on the run
made to hold arms
for food
mamas with babes in arms
forced to watch them
dashed to pieces
then buried alive underground
their infant cries still heard
while their mothers were ***** -
as beleaguered, beautiful Estonia
was brought to it's knees...
and I weep and rant
feel knives in my gut
blood pulsing swift -
then take hold of myself
seek to understand,
if that be possible,
even a smidgen
of such distorted thinking
to delve into the mind
of a hateful deviate
for but a moment
and remain intact
so I scan his written mantra
and come to see that
all deeply held convictions
must have at its core
RESPECT
lest it attract the weak
and easily led,
or those forced into submission
seeking to simply stay alive
and they find themselves
taking part
in a forest fire
of polluted propaganda
a flood of merciless
devastation,
while their deluded leader
continues to spout forth venom
in the distorted notion
that they would actually
be acting in society's
best interests
or worse still:
'in the name of God'
(Acts 5:39;
Hosea 4:1-3)
Feb 16, 2019
Feb 16, 2019 at 5:30 AM UTC
by James Bruce
You’re the top!
You’re the top!
You’re a Millard Filmore,
You’re the top!
You’re the Girls of Gilmore,
You’re lucidity’s not Huckabee’s weird views,
You’re an immigrator,
A great debator,
You’re not Ted Cruz!
You’re the style,
Of a Ronald Reagan,
You’re the smile of a foxxy Megyn,
Were you Hillary, you’d be pilloried, and flop!
But if Donald, Ailes’s the bottom, you’re the top!
You’re the top!
You’re the Wall of China,
You’re the top!
You’re acute angina,
You’re hyperbole that’s a felony in Queens,
You’re Rand Paul’s mama,
Barack Obama,
You’re full of beans!
You’re the star,
Of the G.O.P. camp,
You’re a jam on a Christie bridge ramp,
I’m a crippling loan, a Roger Stone, a flop!
But if baby, Jeb’s sunk lower, you’re the top!
You’re the top!
You’re a well-coiffed dandy,
You’re the top!
Your hair’s cotton candy,
You’re assets vast that cast a glow of Trumpf
You’re a Carly visage,
The Greenwich Village,
You’re Friedrich Drumpf!
You’re demure,
You’re a friend of pollsters,
You’re the spur on some heels with holsters
I’m not fit to race, too commonplace, a sop!
But if Donald, I’m rock bottom, you’re the top!
Oct 1, 2016
Oct 1, 2016 at 11:42 AM UTC
For four years we endured them;
Trumps ' lame, incessant tweets.
He pilloried both friend and foe,
in victory and defeat.
He raised name calling to an art;
His dislikes he made plain
His politics lacked subtlety.
His ranting seemed insane.
Now his account is frozen-
he nevermore may tweet
We will not hear his theories
about how opponents cheat.
He stands accused ( and justly so)
Of inciting folks to violence
So his social media accounts are closed
and all that's left is silence.
Jan 10, 2021
Jan 10, 2021 at 12:48 PM UTC
By; Cedric McClester
How the tables have turn you see
Now the general needs immunity
It was “Lock her up!” for Hillary
Now it’s him who’s being pilloried
Oh how the tables have turned indeed
In the face of his avarice and greed
The 5th Amendment he will not plead
It would appear he has a greater need
How the tables have turned I guess
He’ll have to testify nevertheless
And bring the president in this mess
Or suggest his involvement at best
And does anyone really believe
There’s nothing up the president’s sleeve
When first he practiced to deceive
Which he has failed to achieve
How the tables have turned today
He needs immunity some will say
To put the truth on full display
But it’s gonna come out anyway
The president has a motley crew
And there’s little he wouldn’t do
To get to where he got to
Which is something I think you knew
How the tables have turned all the same
The hunter was captured by the game
The one who gave Hillary all the blame
Do I really have to say his name
You’re smart enough so I refuse
Must I give you helpful clues
When he’s all over broadcast news
Cos’ everybody must pay their dues
Cedric McClester, Copyright © 2017. All rights reserved.
Mar 31, 2017
Mar 31, 2017 at 8:43 AM UTC
Struggling against his Inner
Self; he finally comes out
at 30, telling anyone willing
to listen his weird tales & odd
sayings, making others think
he was only attracted to his
own kind; until finally,
declaring he & his father one,
he as publicly mocked &
crucified; his friends
turn their backs on him, people
make up stories about the
fabulous things he did, his only
real message to love one other;
Pilate, a sexist-homophobe
hailed to the crowd: 'Shall I
release the ****** son of a ******
A good Jew who tends to the sick?
Or Barabbas? Serial ******
murdering thief, ***** dealer, liar,
& general scum?'
'Give us Barabbas!' they cry as
if welcoming a conquering hero,
and Barabbas is released among
them like a wolf among sheep...
'Crucify!
Crucify!' They cry ever louder:
'Crucify the ****** Carpenter!
Let him build his own cross!!!'
Heeding the crowd, Pilate
has him pilloried on a cross
fashioned by 'Joseph & Son inc.'
The event going so well,
soon Joseph's shop has a run
on crosses...
Jan 26, 2019
Jan 26, 2019 at 12:19 PM UTC
You never were the one to wait your turn
Blaming me for every bridge you burn
****** me of all for which I yearn
A pupil pilloried will never learn
I tried to rectify my own
Now I’m left petrified and cold
And I believe I’m in a bind
Can’t seem to find my nevermind
The weight of late is getting hard to hold
Vacant eyes that search but never find
Often open but forever blind
Lose perspective as my thoughts unwind
This borderline suggests I’m not your kind
Apr 26, 2021
Apr 26, 2021 at 3:05 PM UTC