"spokesman" poems
President Elizabeth Warren
Vice-President Dwayne Johnson
Treasury Secretary Bernie Sanders
Chief of Staff Hillary Clinton
Michelle Obama Secretary of State
White House Spokesman Joe Biden
Supreme Ct Nomine Barack Obama
Why not run a champion ticket by joining together to win?
Dec 17, 2018
Dec 17, 2018 at 6:12 PM UTC
Two Syrian women on Friday were locked in a cage full of skeletons in punishment for violating Daesh’s strict dress code in the militant group’s stronghold of Raqqa.
The London-based Observatory for Human Rights said one of the women fainted in the cage and had to be transported to one of the hospitals in the northern province, which became Daesh’s headquarters in Syria after the group took the city in 2013.
A spokesman for the local-based activist group “Raqqa is being Slaughtered Silently” also reported Daesh’ latest scare tactic against women found to have flouted the draconian rules.
Daesh recently locked a 19-year old woman in a cage full of skeletons, driving her to the point of madness, according to Mohammed Al-Salih. The spokesman did not specify whether the incident was the same as the one reported by the UK-based monitor.
Salih also said that there were “similar cases of women locked in cages with skeletons or forced to sleep overnight in a cemetery” for not wearing what Daesh deems as appropriate. More serious violations are punished by the amputation of limbs, or execution.
Video reports as well as accounts of escapees show that Daesh forces women living in its areas — whether in Syria or Iraq — to don head-to-toe garbs.
Meanwhile, the Observatory said Daesh has recently stormed homes in Raqqa and arrested 10 men suspected of spying against the group.Read more at:http://www.marieaustralia.com
May 3, 2016
May 3, 2016 at 4:31 AM UTC
This is in dedication to Mr. John Grant a spokesman
for Veterans for Peace local 31. When during the late Bush years we protested the Bushy Zombies in West Chester
Pa. This took place every Saturday from early morning till
around 4 or 5 pm. He keep saying, "They're drinking the cool-aid."
P.S. Veterans for Peace is also national and is registered
under the U.N. with its own magazine. This was poem was written in 2010
Besides it has a rap beat to it
Lies ah decieven' our minds ah believen'
by ah drinkin' the cool-aid; eatin' funny-fudge
Drive-by ah flyin' innocent babes ah dyin',
while ah drinkin' the cool-aid; eatin' funny-fudge
Blacks against slavery racists say lazy,
Jim Crow ah knowin', black vote ah growin',
voter lines ah showen', black suppression ah growin',
while ah drinkin' the cool-aid; eatin' funny-fudge
Mr. sweater vest advisin' theocracy risin' ( Rick ********
gays cannot marry his heavy-load to carry,
all Muslims are targets by his government harlots,
body meedlers of women, no rights he has proven
by ah drinkin' his cool-aid and eatin' funny-fudge
Mexican Border right-wingers disorder,
Jail complexes growin', their profits showin',
public schools no maintain', corporate zombie schools gainin',
while ah drinkin' the cool-aid; eatin' funny fudge
Corporations are people super-vote-money inclusion,
Super Pacs' delusion, Democracy illusion,
while ah drinkin' the cool-aid; eatin' funny-fudge
Profits by Lockheed Martin perpetual wars embarkin',
wars appeasin' without good reason,
while ah drinkin' the cool-aid; eatin' funny fudge
No good reason callin' Wikkeleaks treason,
while ah drinkin' the cool-aid; eatin' funny fudge
Houses ah runnin' from ex-owners ah gruntin',
our lands will desert us whole nature unnerved us,
while ah drinkin' the cool-aid; eatin' funny fudge
Street people ah growin' with hardly non knowin',
parents ah cryin', hungry tots ah dyin', emergency rooms
ah packin', it's healthcare ah lackin'
While ah Wall Street ah hoppin' in triumph give-away-ah-hoppin',
while ah drinkin' the cool-aid; eatin' funny fridge
Slave hours grind us while paychecks are minus,
GOP congress never behind us,
while ah drinkin' the cool-aid; eatin' funny fudge,
Zombies surround us to only remind us,
QUIT DRINKIN' THE COOL-AID AND EATIN' FUNNY FUDGE!!!
Sep 19, 2014
Sep 19, 2014 at 4:19 AM UTC
Robot Kills Man at Volkswagen Plant in Germany
"BERLIN — Automaker Volkswagen says a robot has killed a contractor at one of its production plants in Germany. A spokesman for VW says the man died Monday at the plant in Baunatal, about 100 kilometers (62 miles) north of Frankfurt. Heiko Hillwig said Wednesday the 22-year-old was part of a team that was setting up the robot when it grabbed and crushed him against a metal plate." (source MSN, 7/2/15)
It begins . . .
Jul 2, 2015
Jul 2, 2015 at 8:53 AM UTC
Ray Lewis, your spokesman
is ripped and he's lean.
He's built like Adonis
and, by rep, very mean.
If I use "old Spice" body wash
as per his advice.
The ladies will swoon
as I'll smell so **** nice.
I'm short fat and Jewish-
a Nebbish at heart.
In intimate settings
I'm quite prone to ****
So I bought "Old Spice" body wash
and lathered it on.
Then I entered the bedroom
and said "Babe, bring it on!"
Olive, my lover of many a year
was less than impressed
when I deigned to appear.
A giggle, a chuckle and then a guffaw
My confidence sagged
like my double chinned jaw.
"Darling, it may be you smell like Ray Lewis
but when my eyes open
You're short fat and Jewish."
The ad was misleading
and I feel like a fool
Not a mensch, more a reject
from a shallow gene pool.
Bad enough that the store
on my refund is reneging.
foreplay now requires
two hours of begging.
May 18, 2013
May 18, 2013 at 9:20 PM UTC
_New York
after a trip to Mexico, & not finally explored_.
In 1991, shortly before he died,
Motherwell
remembered a "conspiracy of silence"
regarding Paalen´s innovative role in the genesis of Abstract Expressionism.
Upon return from Mexico, Motherwell
spent time developing his creative principle
based on automatism:
"what I realized was that Americans
potentially could paint like angels, but that there
was no effective creative principle around,
so that everybody
who liked modern art was copying it;
Gorky was copying Picasso;
******* was copying Picasso;
De Kooni
ng was copying Picasso;
I mean, I say this unqualifiedly,
I was painting French intimate pictures or whatever:
All we needed was a creative principle,
I mean something that would mobilize this capacity
to paint in a creative way, & that's what Europe
had that we
hadn't had;
we had always followed in their wake
& I thought of all the possibilities
| [ ], [ ]
of free association—because I also had
a psychoanalytic background
& I understood the implications of—let's just say it
might be the best chance
to really make something entirely
new which everybody agreed was the thing to do;"
Thus, in the early 1940s, Robert Motherwell
played a significant role in laying the foundations
for the new movement of
Abstract Expressionism (or the New York School):
"Matta wanted to start a revolution, m [a movement w/in
Surrealism].
He asked me to find some other
American artists that would help start a new movement;
it was then that Baziotes
& I went to see ******* & de Kooning
& Hofmann & Kamrowski & Busa & several other people;
& if we could come with something;
Peggy Guggenheim, who liked us said that she
would put on a show of this new business;
... so I went around explaining _the theory of automatism_
to everybody because _the only way_
that you could have a _move - - - ment_
was that it had some _common_
_principle_. It sort of all began that way."
In 1942 Motherwell began to exhibit
his work in New York and in 1944
he had his first one-man show at
Peggy Guggenheim’s _“Art of This Century”_ gallery;
that same year, the MoMA
was the first museum
purchase one of his works; From the mid-1940s,
Motherwell [ ], [ ]. ( )
became the leading spokesman
for _avant-garde art in America_;
his circle coming to include
William Baziotes,
David Hare, Barnett Newman, & Mark Rothko,
with whom he eventually started the Subjects of the Artist School (1948–49). In 1949 Motherwell divorced
Maria Emilia Ferreira y Moyeros and in 1950 he married Bettie
Little,
with whom he had two daughters
Jul 28, 2018
Jul 28, 2018 at 11:18 PM UTC
He was the voice of those who had no voice,
The spokesman for the oppressed.
He became a true hero to the downtrodden,
Who had been denied their basic human rights.
There were those who tried to stop him,
But he proved himself a true force of nature.
Because you can arrest the man,
But you can't arrest his vision.
And while they could lock him in a cell,
They could not lock away his ideas.
And while they could put shackles on his body,
They could not put shackles on his dreams.
And those dreams live on,
To the very ends of the Earth,
In every classroom where black and white
Learn side by side.
In every place of worship,
Where young and old gather together,
In every peaceful demonstration,
Where tyranny falls, and liberty reigns triumphant.
And in the cry of every newborn,
That they be born into a world of hope and tolerance,
Where equality and civil rights are the norm.
For you can bury the man, but not his beliefs.
And though his voice may be silent,
His spirit will live on and on.
12-31-13.
Jan 1, 2014
Jan 1, 2014 at 12:43 AM UTC
Puce fresnel washed its light on his over sized African patterned dashiki,
while paisley notes poured from his reeded dreams.
Like the Hamelin piper I was mesmerized by hypnotic tones,
every sweet and spicy slur, every bend of every breath,
I followed him down history’s path and heard the world come boldly through.
“You got to keep the magic”, was his advice .
“Don’t give away too much of the theme.”
Through fake fog he swirled his love,
his passion, his calling.
“Summertime”, played on an oboe
is like hot liquid southern summer ***
It crawls up your spine and explodes in your brain,
and you understand the songs meaning without one word sung.
Hundreds of years of vassalage reenacted in every blue colored measure.
This man did not think of himself as a descendant of slavery though.
He was, like all of his brothers of color,
a descendant of great Princes and Kings,
stealthy Hunters and fearless Warriors,
grand Land Owners and Wise Men,
Great Leaders of Peace and Brotherhood,
and he lived out his life as they did,
changing the world one note at a time.
He played the music of all people,
“World Music” it later came to be known.
Listen….he is in the rhythm still.
Wherever there is an ethnicity holding on to their heritage in song.
Wherever there is an indigenous rhythm, a harmony, a feeling……
Yusef is there, and he will be there forever.
*Yesef Lateef
Born October 9, 1920 in Chattanooga, TN
Died December 23, 2013 Shutesburry, MA
Musician, author, spokesman, educator
Instruments: tenor saxophone, flute, oboe, bassoon, bamboo flute, shehnai, shofar, arghul, koto
Recalling a magical night at Stratton Mt.,Vermont, in the winter of 1975 when I opened for Yusef Lateef.*
Dec 26, 2013
Dec 26, 2013 at 6:21 PM UTC
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Nov 1, 2018
Nov 1, 2018 at 5:12 PM UTC
The loneliness I'm keeping
But my sanity is leaking
When my past is speaking
Of the mistakes I'm reaping
I walk an uneasy line
Between shame and pride
But I travel in the wrong direction
And feel I have lost my connection
To myself
To my wealth
Of knowledge I have gained
For now it is stained
Because of my shame
Others see my game
Because I have lied
For the sake of pride
And they start playing
By happily filleting
My dignity
Into infinity
Pieces and desires
Until my mind retires
So I travel from the horrific
To the terrific
Near the Pacific
To be specific
A place
Where people don't wear a scarlet letter
For being as light as a feather
Where there are psychologists
Who understand my ****** logic
Who help me with my vice versus
And the sulfur beneath my surface
Now I'm back in the crowd
I cut through the shroud
And make there here
Through love and tears
I become a spokesman
And speak for myself
Sep 5, 2017
Sep 5, 2017 at 2:51 AM UTC
It was only a tiny village then
Away from the thoroughfare,
Had existed since I don’t know when
With a grassy village square,
There were only seven ancient cars
In the narrow village streets,
And none of them travelled very far
For the shop stocked milk, and treats.
It hadn’t seen much of progress since
The days of old King John,
Who’d lost his jewels in The Wash, by Mintz
Near the town of Oberon,
The villagers there were set in ways
That caused nobody harm,
But when Lars came from Oberon
There was cause to feel alarm.
For Lars was the local planner for
The town of Oberon,
He’d dragged it kicking and screaming
Into the century just gone,
He’d widened streets, and cancelled Meets
In the old stone Mason’s Hall,
By bulldozing their building, leaving
Folk with a low stone wall.
He’d passed it all with an ordinance
That had given him total power,
The council caved to his arrogance,
All that he did was glower,
He put street lights on the corners, and
He acted like a prince,
And when he was done with Oberon
He set his sights on Mintz.
He drove on down to their village square
And he said it wouldn’t do,
He’d turn the square to a thoroughfare
So the cars could drive right through,
He didn’t care when the people there
Said ‘Leave our square alone!’
He said, ‘I’m passing an ordinance,
So you might as well go home.’
The local hall was agog that night
There’d never been such a crowd,
The villagers all were up in arms,
‘This fool shouldn’t be allowed!’
‘This calls for a special meeting,’ said
The spokesman, Rupert Bragg,
‘We’ll have to call on the village witch,
The widow, Nancy Stag!’
They all poured out of the village hall
And they went to see the witch,
Who was busily mixing potions in
A cauldron and a dish,
‘You’ll not be needing my magic,’ said
Old Nancy, with a smile,
‘If you all agree with my plan, you’ll see,
That Lars will run a mile.’
She asked the women to stay behind
While the men went on their way,
‘I mean the ones over seventy,
The rest can go or stay,’
They huddled up with the village witch
And applauded Nancy’s plan,
‘We’ll send him scuttling off from Mintz,
You’ll see, he’s only a man!’
When Lars came down in his private car
They met him in the square,
Holding banners and placards, but
That’s not what made him stare,
‘You’d better get back to Oberon
Or we’ll march there, for our rights,’
He turned, and hurriedly left the square,
They all were dressed in tights!’
David Lewis Paget
Nov 10, 2014
Nov 10, 2014 at 4:06 AM UTC
The clues have been…let's say,
Preponderant. We've seen
That Trump's reputation
Is far from squeaky clean.
Now he sounds indignant:
"How dare they imply
That I worked with Russia!
Do THEY think I'm a spy?"
Is there evidence
That Trump and certain staff,
Knowingly or not,
Worked on Russia's behalf?
Knowing or not knowing…
Yes, even the latter
Definitely is
A counterintelligence matter.
The FBI will discover
Whether suspicions are true
While Trump sends out a tweetstorm.
Of course, what else is new?
Is he an asset to Russia
At our country's expense?
The accusation really
Makes a lot of sense.
His words and actions are
Often injudicious,
Which makes him sound so utterly
And blatantly suspicious.
Mueller certainly knows
A lot more than we think.
He will put together
The pieces, link by link.
Team Trump will spread
Deep state myths to steer
Us off the path to truth.
They smear whom they can smear.
They will try to hide
The truth without a doubt.
Cooperation with Russia
Is what it’s all about.
Misstating the law,
Giuliani tries
To give Trump his support
By backing the president’s lies.
Trump’s words leave us
With so much to bemoan.
Who knows WHAT goes on
When Putin and he are alone?
He's been parroting Putin's
Talking points. How's that?
Is he a spokesman for
The Russian autocrat?
Undeniably, Trump
Finds himself in a spot,
Which amounts to a case
Of possible kompromat.
Never have we had
A situation so…hairy.
Never have we had
A president so scary.
-by Bob B (1-13-19)
Jan 13, 2019
Jan 13, 2019 at 9:13 AM UTC
Let's say love is a mirage
Once you get there it's vaporized
A blanket full of sand
Three containers at sunrise
Stacked up waiting for more massiveness of spice
The penalty pointed spokesman said defined
Example, the olive baked snacker that slipped out
of the coalmine
He had a plastic burned hand with two blisters on
the side
But is it a mirage?
Tobacco sunset
A cotton carpet with table topped wine
All vaporized
May 14, 2015
May 14, 2015 at 4:39 PM UTC
"Da Mooch", he was ****** was rude, and was loud.
As his spokesman, you'd think that would make Donald proud,
but he's suddenly dumped before we got to know him.
Yes, his job's been cut short... Just like this poem!
Aug 1, 2017
Aug 1, 2017 at 6:30 PM UTC
The dusk panics.
Molten ash stings, bearing
you down. Your enemy had penetrated
very deep.
Your pride shrinks.
Infinite pains from moonlit streets
climb up the palm trees
to count the dead.
You can not arbitrate in disputes
of wind and flags.
The night rolls down on the
battered past. Your face becomes
a broken clock.
Color-blind, you will never―
know the green recital
of the spokesman.
Jan 10, 2017
Jan 10, 2017 at 10:55 PM UTC
Today I come to speak to you, a messenger of the gravest news.
A spokesman from your leader’s views, the tradesmen of disaster.
My Lords, ladies and gentlemen, my fellow countrymen,
a wave of apprehension as engulfed us once again.
We promise as your leaders, your future’s safe and sound
so let me make it clear again the answers will be found.
But first let me assure you, there’s no need to fear
I’m sure you’ve seen the changes, so let me make it clear.
Everything is for the best, just you wait and see
now here I stand before you will you put your trust in me.
We hoped there was a better way there’s nothing we’ve not tried
So please believe me when I say with this my hands are tied.
I’m sure you’ve heard the rumours, we’ve also heard them too
So let me make it clear again there’s nothing we could do.
I hope I’ve given clarity, on what I’ve said today,
And why we must all push on through co’s it’s the only way.
I know that times are hard, but there’s better days ahead
so please lets all be patient and remember what I’ve said.
So let me finish here today and wish you all fair weather
In times like these as we all freeze we must all stick together
So until our next meeting, I’ll deliberate no more
I'm not a man of many words, so bye I’m out the door.
The end
Aug 3, 2015
Aug 3, 2015 at 2:13 PM UTC
You got that plastic smile
And that painted facade
Showin off your guile
You think you're ****** god
Your minions bow
To the poster child
To the spokesman now
For egos gone wild
But when you step off stage
And that mask comes off
You're just filled with rage
Cause you been slackin off
You stand for nothin
But you preach it all the same
Now people know you're bluffin
And its destroyin your fame
They're callin you fake
They're callin you out
It makes your heart break
Yeah it makes you doubt
If your friends are really friends
Or if its all a scam
If they're goin to all ends
To see that you sank instead of swam
So you're repainting your face
And com in back to your pulpit
Joinin a new race
Where you're no longer a culprit
But soon enough its all the same
A whole new group
Has figured out your game
Quick as if the last one gave em the scoop
Now you're developin a rep
And kid it ain't a good one
Always behind half a step
Its been so long since you've won
So now you're lookin deep inside
Tryna figure out what's wrong
Tryna figure out what to hide
But you've just been lyin all along
Lyin to yourself
Lyin to your crew
But now you're dropping lies on the shelf
And becomin someone new
So when you look in that mirror
You'll like what you see
Now that person's gettin clearer
Yeah that person's breakin free
Nov 8, 2014
Nov 8, 2014 at 1:40 AM UTC
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Nov 19, 2018
Nov 19, 2018 at 7:39 PM UTC
He comes a trip trap tapping
sometime
rapping at my door,
the labour party spokesman and
he wants to tell me more,
holding hands with the conservatives
what gives?
Is it love that's on the go?
No,
just another quite cute coupling on the
latest manifesto.
Feb 1, 2015
Feb 1, 2015 at 11:43 AM UTC
From sight to admiration
From smiles to Love
From an egg to life
The perfect target unleashed
From a moment to a baby
From a kid to a boy
And from a toddler to a man
From speechless to a spokesman
A king of my own making
Mar 1, 2015
Mar 1, 2015 at 5:05 AM UTC
By: Cedric McClester
You can blame Obama
For the horrible drama
In Syria, I’m hearin’ ya
But despite your chatter
The truth of the matter
Is it occurred under your watch
And now it’s on you
And your motley crew
You can say it’s his fault
But you called a halt
To removing Assad
So it wasn’t hard
For him to conclude
It was alright dude
For a chemical attack
Now that’s just a fact
Blaming your predecessor
Is none the lesser
Of an affront
So let me be blunt
If you’re such a tough guy
Then answer me why
It occurred at all
Stop passing the ball
Any way you slice her
Your spokesman Sean Spicer
Can’t speak for you
He hasn’t a clue
As to how it all works
When the chain Assad jerks
Is yours alone
Now your cover is blown
Cedric McClester, Copyright (c) 2017. All rights reserved.
Apr 4, 2017
Apr 4, 2017 at 2:54 PM UTC
In the 10th grade double headed dragon lies pouring more my faith was absent I tried to stop the noise but it was hit a well known platinum Bobby's house we are icecream and passion the lips of a spokesman and the tongue of a assassin. Wrapped around the time he said he liked my fashion I feel like his mom even knew I was living life backwards, I couldn't help it they popped up like spasms hurting my life didn't know it until now he follows me on Facebook but barley even talk.
When ask for a helping hand I could barely even talk shot by his tongue I wasn't even shocked how we lead the conversation and investigated each other like someone I white chalk he Dosent take it out instead his throat feels up with lumps ...swallows my intention! He swallowed my "thoughts" ! Mom is gunna **** me but I've came to do a lot.
Next night comes and my horns are big as f*** victor calls my name now I have the power to call thunder from my eyes and make him struck bigger then usual I fell in lust he wanted as much as i did there was no one to help me up. Volcano of skin he was so hot to the touch this was the second time my thoughts were kicked out like a punt sad thing about this I ate the double headed dragon for lunch
Apr 19, 2016
Apr 19, 2016 at 12:29 AM UTC
The day starts out like any day--
A Saturday morning just like most others.
The diner is buzzing with customers:
Grandparents, kids, fathers, mothers.
Breakfast specials, waitresses dashing
To and fro--no time for slacking.
Each waitress proudly displays her handgun.
(This is a state where everyone's packing.)
Somebody hears a man complain
To the waitress, saying his eggs aren't done.
He doesn't like how she responds,
So he kills her with one shot from his gun.
Suddenly all hell breaks loose.
Bullets go flying; people are screaming.
Covered with blood, a survivor says later,
"It happened so fast, I thought I was dreaming."
Shrieking at seeing the waitress fall,
A young mother aims at the shooter,
Missing him and instead sending
A bullet into the town's prosecutor,
Whose wife shoots at the impulsive mother,
Hitting the woman smack in the head.
Meanwhile, the husband points his gun
At his wife's killer, shooting her dead.
Customers everywhere dive for cover,
Aiming their guns in the air and firing.
Popping noises drown out the screams
And moans of people hit and expiring.
Running out of the kitchen a cook
Shoots his gun in all directions,
Missing his targets and yet hitting someone
And displaying his shooting imperfections.
Someone else has better aim--
Or a random bullet plays its part--
For Henry, the cook, falls to the floor
When a bullet pierces his heart.
The busboy--having been grazed in the face--
Shoots into the chaotic river
Of mayhem and bullets. He is killed
When he is shot through the stomach and liver.
Pockmarked with holes, the once-cheerful joint
Is now streaked and splattered with blood.
Survivors will never forget hearing
Each bang and scream, followed by a thud.
Everybody gets caught in the crossfire.
The rounds spare neither adult nor child.
(Fifteen people lose their lives
By the time all the reports are compiled.)
When the police arrive at the diner,
In horror they observe the slaughter.
The sheriff suddenly screams out in agony
When he notices his blood-covered daughter.
On the wall, a TV is playing.
Somehow it has managed to survive.
On the news an NRA
Spokesman is being interviewed live,
Saying that America needs more guns
And that gun regulation is obscene.
Aiming his gun at the TV, the sheriff
Pulls the trigger and blows out the screen
- by Bob B
Oct 25, 2016
Oct 25, 2016 at 11:25 AM UTC