Political Poetry

Political Poetry

Glacier National Park

An Eagle, sans license, has earned its meal . .

Hum Low The Bells Of Kyoto

Hum Low The Bells Of Kyoto
Bang low your dirge to the sea.
Your sound so despond will not travel long
Your tune was not meant to be.

Drum Low The Bells Of Kyoto
Speak soft of our crimes of the past
And sing loud the cry that truth had to die
In order that profits would last.

Cry Low The Bells Of Kyoto
Sing soft the lies of our greed
And peal plaintive song of needs all gone wrong
And air unfit to breathe,

Hum soft all the bells! To an empty world tell!
Of Kyoto's smiles and deceit
Hum soft all the bells! To an empty world tell!
The greed of lies on spreadsheets.

Can You Hear The Sound?

Can You Hear The Sound Of Sabers?
Can You Hear The Sounds Of War?
Can You Hear Your Screaming Sons
Killing The Sons Your Daughters Bore?
Can You Hear Their Sounds Of Anger?
Their Despairing Moans Of Hate?
Get Ready Friend With Ear Plugs
When They Turn On You With Haste!
And Then Will All Be Silent ??
Will The Dead Scream Out No More??
Will The Few Who Killed The Millions
Not Pace Useless Across Their Floors ??
What Then In Darkened Shadows
Years Past Those Evil Days??
Will Still Live The Soul Of Man
To Atone Your Killing Ways ??
If Not, Why Wait In Hiding?
Why Avoid The Fray?
Why Then, As Cowards All,
Scream "Help Us God! We Pray!"
While He Damns You To Perdition
For Beings The Fools You Chose To Be
And Such As I, With Heads Held High
Restate Past Predictions Of Your Fate.

The Salivators

Sheep like humanity, howling as wolves.
To evil deferring, destroying the good.

As foulmouthed cowards, wasting their breath
Flashing fools fashions, ignoring the threat,

Of a flash that will fashion . . .
Humanity's death.

Looking Away

Society's victims, aloof, askance
Suffering the poison of indifference.
Living in violent pinpoint balance,
In subservience to political whores.
COWARDS!

Support The Insanity

Support The Insanity
Surrender To Greed
Pay Fools Taxes
Heed Profit's Creeds

Now Look Around You
Smell The Slime And The Stink
Pay All Taxes Promptly?
Or Learn How To Think?

Damn us! Damn them!

Silent flashes filled the skies
Thousands gasped, gaped and died
As the sun’s own heat boiled their brains
And baste their bones as their fat flamed.

Miles in the distance, burnt lobster red
Blinded mothers shook in dread
As skinless children in skeleton frames
Moaned their agonys in utter vain.

Greed’s own bastards with weapons in hand
Stroked the triggers that killed that land
And in so doing silently proclaimed
Our parents were Fools! Cowards born in vain!

Damned be our mothers! Those whorish sluts!
Who bred with dogs and produced us!
Instead of men!!
Damn Us! Damn Them!

Damned be our fathers! Those cowardly pigs!
Who signed away our freedoms! And then took swigs!
To toast the dollars of home directed pay!
While we, AS IDIOTS, were sent to harm's way!

Damn be the heartless! May they painfully fall!
Into their pit of hate! As their souls are called!
May God, WITH A VENGEANCE(!), for them prescribe
Never ending pain . . . . and brine in OUR eyes.

In Muddy Fields Forgotten

Above Muddy Fields Forgotten, O'er Fools Thrown There Astrew
Raptors Soar So Patiently, For Soldier Meat Anew

Their Caw A Certain Tempo, Eyes Glancing Down The Wait
For Bullets Through Vacant Minds And Carrion For Their Plates.

God! I Pray! Damn Such Fools! Such Brainless, Useless Twits!
Send Them To A Special Hell! Where Together They Can Frit!

About Their Flags And Colours, And Reasons Long Forgot!
And Why They Died So Uselessly, Their Shrouded Faces Frought,

With The Price Of Their Stupidity!
And Their Souls So Cheaply Bought!

Do They Curse Their Ignorance, Of Knowledge Too Late Learned?
And Ache At Our Rememberance, Of Bravery Never Earned?

To Another Way

In Flanders Fields birds fly by
Ignored by the poppies and those who died.
To the Lark, the flowers had no choice
Similar, the soldiers who raised no voice.

At early dawn, low pitched cries
Wail at the waste caused by lies.
Why were we lined as tins on shelves?
Why were we lined as sheep for the shells?

In those grey fields, the crows are alert
Sqawking at the moans, the calls from the dirt
That curse empty longings, and scream at greed's hopes,
Of things for ourselves and for others a rope.

In those fields, oft forgotten, some stop to pray
Forgetting the insanity, forgetting the ways
Of boys being men and doing as such,
Murdering on 'orders'; then dying like mulch.

To Duty

What is one’s duty

When acknowledging a threat

That would destroy all beauty

Even steal children’s breath?

Does therein lie evil

In avoiding a way

That forces the matter

That leads to a day

When Humanity shatters

Greed’s guilty ways?

“To Duty” Abandoned

"To Duty" we were taught
When first we learned to Think
"To Duty" was the rallying cry
When facing danger at the Brink.

But, alas, "To Duty" failed
When faithless greed espied
The quality of "caring"
In craven, covetous eyes.

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The Point Of Evil's Will

With Hopeless Mothers Crying O'er Their Newly Dead
Wailing Bethlehem Awaits The Next With Dread
As The Works Of Man, Low And Tall, Are Defeated
By Man The Small; For In Such Minds There Sits,
As An O'bjet D'Art, The Point Of Evil's Will.

Cringe Not Before The Soul Of Time

I Cringed Before The Soul Of Time
I Craved For Love's Release
I Cried I Lived Without Life's Wine
And Cursed The Kiss I Gave The Beast.

May Time On Bended Knee Forgive
Some Thoughts That Too Oft Passed
May Life Aside Make Recognized
Lives Lived As Greening Grass.

May The Shadowed Day That Shamed Us
Be Discussed, Relived And Shared
And May The Guilt Of Our Dark Past
Guide Us Far From Greed's Dank Air.

May In Some Dream We Wake
And Hear A Voice So Soft
You Were Young And So Misled
Is The Reason You Were Lost

Too Quick Was John The Baptist
When He Sought To Change His Times
And Ran And Talked With Passion
To Change The Souls Of Swine

Let Not That Urge Mislead You!
Think! Consider! Meet! Debate!
And With The Freedom Thereby Earned
Lead Life To A New Gate

Where There A Door Is Open
But None May Yet Dare Pass
That Sinned And Regretted Not
The Evils Of Their Past

Cringe Not Before The Soul Of Time
Taste Love! Risk! Explain Your View!
And Learn From Eternal Life
That Which We Always Knew.

To The Power Of Love.

Let's Meddle!

Let's Meddle!
Let's Grab Their Oil!
Let's Kill Their Children
And Save Some Toil
'Cause When They're Older
And Say "Enough!"
They'll Be Fighting Back
When Twice As Tough!

Let's Meddle!
Kill Them Now!
Piss On The Pope
And Sacred Cows!
Its Their Oil
That We Need
Not "Peace Now!" Crap
From Christian Creeds!

Let's Meddle!
Do Them Quick!
Blast Them With Our Nukes
And Other Tricks!
Let's Meddle!
With Pedals To The Floor
Kill Their Kids !!
And Seize Our Oil!

Let's Meddle!

Where Did All The Young Men Go?

Where Did All The Young Men Go
In those quiet days aglowing??
Why did they
As soldiers go
To murder others
And steal their oil?

Why as fools
Were they so?
And WHY did parents
Let them go?
Is it possible we'll never know
Why they refused to learn?

Where did all politicians go?
In those quiet days aglowing?
Where did all such bastards hide
After they destroyed our world?

It mattered not,
Most were found and shot
The rest were hung
And left to rot
That's what happened
To that thieving lot
Who lined their pockets
Without a thought
That it was our world
They were abusing.

Yet here we are!
Once again to-day!
Nothing has changed!
Greed Had Its Way!
Our Markets Are Empty!
There's No Fish In The Bay!
Politicians Loot And Lord!
And We Look The Other Way!
While Cowards Abound
What can we say?
There's little hope . . . .
Of old time justice returning?

Most are now all agog,
Infected by that greed
They're in a mental fog,
Sitting in city homes
With pools now bogs,
They have nothing . .
Left to turn too.

And that being so . .
OOPS!
THERE THEY GO!
With guns and ropes
And voices low . . .
Dragging Politicians
In their tow
Its to nearby trees . .
They're marching!

Our pale Politicians
Are all agasp!
That of which I warned
Has happened at last!!
The madness of greed
Has handed them their hats
Showed them the door
And that is that . .
As they twist in the breeze
'Til morning.

Governments are now asquirm
They lived by their lies!!
And with their Judges they'll burn!!
As angry people take their turns
To make such fools pay and sharply!

And so we come to the end of this tale.
The strength of fools' lies was of no avail.
The Ships Of State sunk,
As there was no one to bail
But, truly, it didn't matter.

Waking To Love

Across a ridge they thundered!
Muscled shadows on a hill.
Daring sloping edges!
Risking fatal spills!

With nostrils flared and frothing
Paints and mustangs raced time west
To greet their newborn family
Skinny frames still dewey wet!

Just dropped by their mothers
And learning how to cope
They'd now learn through nuzzling
That their family was their hope!

Proud mothers! Prancing high!
Acknowledging their due!
Giving to their children
That which we never do!

If our lives were guiltless,
Freed of greed and lies' deceits;
Would more familys Be At Home
And with such love complete?

I pray that time can teach us,
That from nature's gifts we learn;
Before we turn too deadly
And set our world aburn.

To Their Masters - Deferring

Shadowed faces,
In courtrooms cloaked,
Gaping, grey,
Confused, aghast.
Conscript clients,
Citizens!
As cowards accept,
The Lie of the Law
Is Above the Law!
And their ass!

AArgh!

AArgh! Fools screamed when reading / About He who dares To be!
AArgh! Was their wounded cry / When I laughed my loud Tee Hee!
"Damned Fool" was their mutter / Under foul and muted breath
While damning the Refusal / And envious of my wealth.

Damn our laws and government! / That let taxfree roam free!
While Ten Thousand Twiddlers / Cry "Nail him to a tree!"!
AArgh! They choked when counting / 38,000 sales this year!?
And the 7% he's stealing! / From the GST we hold so dear!?

But who will lay the law down? / Who will plead the case?
Our lawyers dare not face him / They dare not risk their "face".
Damn the greed he uses! / To mock that which is our own
And damned be his charges! / To our judges in their gowns.

But who will dare to face him? / And force him to back down?
And make him pay as we do? / Or chase him out of town?
Do such "men" live near us? / Will they dare step near?
Or are we doomed to suffer / His grin from ear to ear?

As his smile so gently tells us
Every damned now and then
You were born as cowards, fools
And you'll never dare be men!

The Poet's Pain: The Fool As A Soldier

Fools, As Soldiers, Heed Orders
And Would Murder Their Mothers Asleep
For If They Were So Instructed, Its True!
Their Kin's Crime Against Country Was Deep!

Pity Such Hapless Mothers!
That They Met Fools And Were Wed
And From Their Foolish Thrustings
More Fools Were Born In Their Beds!

Pity The Pain Of Poets
As They Struggle So To Explain
If Someone Needs To Be Murdered
It Should Be By Knife And With Pain.

For Poets Were Born To Violence
They Know The Form Of The Knife
And They Curse The Stench Of Cowards
Who Shoot When Their Told To Take Life!

Pity The Pain Of Poets
Telling Tales To Please The Slow.
And Writing Empty Cadences
To Pace Coffins To Ground As They Flow.

Bah! To All Cowardly Bastards!
As They Toss Their Pints In Their Halls!
Bah! To All Cowardly Bastards!
As They Speak Of The Men They Made Fall!

Bah! To Them All! They Are Losers!
That Cause Life To Be As It Is!
And Bah! To Bastards With Glory Books!
That Praise The Face Of The Kill!

Bah! To All Cowards And Losers!
Perhaps Justice By Nature Is Best!
You Are Too Plenty! You’re Breeders!
To War Fools! With X On Your Chests!

The Death Of Truth

Undefended,
Without Lament,
It Gasped
Then Died.
None Cursed Its Passing
Indeed, Most Applauded
Their New Freedom
To Lie Without Consequence
Or Fear Of Discovery
As Liars.

The Pulse Of Why

From slow awakening To the source of light
Learning by day Growing by night
We slowly develop a need to know
Why are we here And why are we so?

From hesitant steps To full fledged strides
We absorb knowledge Understanding and pride
That we are We can think
And guess beyond the nature of our being.

Through untold orbits From lying inert
We rose from the soil Shook off the dirt
And proclaimed We are here!
The gift of motion Revealed!

Guardians of time
Looking down
Would they smile
Or frown?

Too Quickly

Too quickly
Life passes us by

I pray that you Lived!
That you set yourself free!
That you loved!
Risked And Flew High!

For Death’s Quick Knock
Awaits All.

With Love To Our Mother

Our Steps Through Time Are Endless
They Did Not Start With Our Cry At Our Birth
Nor The Few Days That Were Given To Us
As The Time Of Our Stay On This Earth.

Love Drove The Call To Our Being
Love Drove Our Will To Exist
Love Drove The Love Of Each Other
And Love Knows That Love Always Lives.

With Such Love You Held And Told Us
“Let Love Be Your Guide Through Your Days”
And With Those Words, Oft Remembered,
We Accepted What Life Sent Our Way.

And With These Words Dear Mother
We’ll Not Fear Time’s Slow Advance
For Love Knows We’ll Soon Meet Again
And Share Eternity’s Dance.

Mildred, Muriel, Jean and Daniel
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Adieux, The Soldier; Adieux, The Fool

It is the fool, dressed as a soldier,
Who first pulsed the hopes of greed
That trusting sons, for a cheerful "Well Done!"
Would Murder and Wound with Glee!

Pity such bastard children
Who'd murder their kin in their sleep.
Who as fools, as ignorant soldiers, all hope
That greed's smile is theirs for the keep.

Pity all ignorant bastards
That repeat what is all too well known
And harp about their false bravery
As if others know not that dull tone!

Ring loud the bells at Adano!
Soon you'll ring for me!
I was born a man not a fool!
And from idiots I'll set you free!

Then truth will hear your honest peel!
Your ring in meadows green!
And never again, will fools suspend
The truth that was there to be seen!

The Fool

The Fool
As An Armed
And Uniformed Coward
Has A Special Name
He Is Known As
"Soldier"

By What Guise

By what guise, by what face
Could humanity try to place
The view of love, the depth of truth
The peace of doves and anger's flute
On common ground?

Hail The Conquering Hero

Hail this conquering hero?
As bloodied from head to knee
He greets defenders with a sneer
And swirls his blade aglee.

Hail such bloodied bastards?
And the fools that sing their songs?
Nail their tongues to horses hooves!
And flail their whores with thongs!

Hang such useless garbage
And those that praise them so
Let them rot a year or more
So better thoughts may grow.

Now praise to our new heros!
Planting seeds and such
Easing life's set burdens
Not turning men to mulch!

What Then, The Answer?

What then the answer to the doubting self?
What then the answer to life on the shelf?
What then the answer as hate has its way!?
What then the answer as life coughs away!?

What then the answer to anarchy's cold calls?
What then the answer to blood in city halls!?
What then the answer as evil lays its claim!?
What then the answer to lies voiced in vain??

What then the answer as our ears can't hear!?
What then the answer as our eyes can't clear?
What then the answer to Kyoto's muted mourn!?
What then the answer to human hopes forlorn!?

What Then The Answer,

When Lies Are Not Enough?

Momentary Thoughts

Minutes into hours, hours into days
Days into weeks as we travel our ways
Moments of laughter, moments of love
Forming the stream of our memories
And our hopes for time to come.

Thoughts of the present, thoughts of the past
Time to wonder, 'Can Our Ways Last?'
Moments for reflection, moments to review
Moments of wondering, 'Can It Be True?'
That do as we wish, 'We'll Never Have To Rue?'

Mango Tax Tango

The mango is a fruit, that grows in a tree
It can plop on your head, It can get you bit by a bee

The mango is a gift, I was told it was free
Except for the tax man, now running round my tree

With a bee for his bottom, two for his ear
Three for his swollen face, and a zillion to his fear

The poor swollen sucker, he’s not fit for true work
But spying for his masters, and bending for their pork.

Poor poky loser, his daddy was the same
His mother overworked, until they made her lame

The Mango Tax Tango Is more than just for two
Its for a crowd, nice and loud, to poke poor poky through.

Spirit's Missiles

Do they exist,
These forces on which we rely,

Those great unknowns
For which we have murdered . .
And prayed?

Do they laugh at our ways?
Or cry?

Do The 20/20!

20 Thinking People, Grouped As A Whole
Times Twenty In A City, Working To A Goal.
Times Twenty Days Of Action, To Do What They Must
To Corner Greedâs Bastards, And Turn Them Into Dust.

In Each And Every City, Spread Across The Land
Terminating Bastards, With A One-A-Day Plan.
20 Thinking People, Doing What They Must
To Eradicate The Vile, And Build True Trust.

Drug Laws Are For Bastards, To Keep The Status Quo
So They Can Keep The Power, And Make Their Budgets Grow!
To All Thinking People, Work As A Whole!
Do The 20/20! And Go For The Gold!

In Praise Of The Bard's Admonition

Dead dogs, lying, stinking in the heat
Lame Street Lawyers fighting for the meat
And Will, The Bard, Smiling on high
Saying, 'Stand them in the tide and watch 'em bye!'

First you plant them, Four feet deep!
Don't let them lie, tie them by the feet!
Bang them on the noodle, poke’em on the nose
Then set them free if they wiggle their toes; to-morrow.

In ‘must’ I trust, and Sherman’s love of cash
But lying lawyers 'must' dare not pass
Near my plate for I know full well
They'd hang my cat and steal its bell.

But my cat 'Freedom' has quite the bark
And such as lawyers should never park
Too near the bay for they should know
This cat, like Shakespeare, likes lawyers to go!

A GIFT ABANDONED

God’s gift, . . . abandoned.

Knowledge . . . Lost!

Bonding parents . . . to promises bought . . .

Of greed’s desire granting all.

They left the gift, . . . to seize the lie . . .

That caring was evil!

Condemned to repeat . . .

Through time . . . and again . . .

An argument not worth the making!

Losing, again, the moment.

Succumbing to evil’s thoughts, never learning . . .

That greed’s madness holds ever tight . . .

Those that never dare . . . But by night . . .

D.J.L 1976

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POINTED VIEWS

Empty rhetoric, boiling

Tied to violence minded tongues

Blathering about Babylons

And others evil-minded young.

Why so lost to vacancy?

To books of rules unused?

Why so quick a latency

For awesome power . . . fused?

D.J.L. December 1995 ************************************************

CLEARING ONE’S CONSCIENCE

Why do thinkers bother you? Can they not see?

Your health is great, your job secure, your future worry free!

Reciting sports statistics; Viewing social plays;

Putting pedal to the metal; Speeding through your days.

Neighbours . . . local objects;

Seen through curtained glass.

Your shared concerns limited . . .

To the price of gas.

Dismiss starving children;

Their cross not yours to bear.

Their misery - not your fault.

Why should you have shared?

D J L Feb 24/96 ************************************************

A PRESENTATION OF SEDITION

Sedition is such a lovely word

Making politicians quiver!

Sedition! Anarchy!

Clogging up their livers!

Such lovely words and useful tools

To show them, grasping, greedy fools

That freedom will not shirk

Its duty to expose

The evil that lurks

In power seekers prose

Sedition! Anarchy!

Committing us to sanity!

And lightful thoughts dispelling dark!

Constructive thoughts inducing light!

To humanity’s affairs worldwide.

Where then will power’s bastards hide?

Sedition! Anarchy!

Committed by necessity!

For a saner world with gentler thoughts

A peaceful world where even sloth

Is acceptable!

Compared to evils wrought

That curse our lives

By profit minded men!

D J L Jan 16/85

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A BARREN PRAYER

Poor human child, born in grace, blessed with parents’ love

But trapped in a frenzied race to maim and kill the doves.

Why the play, the love, the ploy - why the birth, the pain, the toil?

Why create and in love train to murder foul and kill in vain?

Hallowed be the mirror that reflects

The prayerful sinner kneeling, in genuflect?

Glisten softly rosary, in dawn’s sombre light

But . . . grant the forgiveness that blunts a killer’s blight?

Oh God! We pray!

Our days are dark, the future vague and far!

Why? We pray!

We walk upright!

Why have minds like tar?

Why so lost that we transgress the meaning of our Kind?

‘Cause greed for things has blinded all! . . .

And we have lost our minds!

D J L Feb. 25/96 ************************************************

PISSING ON PRIDE

Political pawns, Promoting Profits,

Possess No Principles;

And Piss On Their Pride,

When Plucking Poverty’s Poor.

D.J.L. Meanderings Spring/85

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Love's Return

She called as I was writing some insignificant thing
About duty and never conspiring to defeat the will of nature.

Stunned, I sat wondering. Where did time go? Just days past
We were arguing about my looks at another. Now Iâm gray.

How odd that we so pursue, fleeting smiles and wealth accrue
While our other self, our mirrored soul, attempts to grow.

Does nature, with knowledge present, in our dreams of others
Reflections of our inner selves? Are we one? Does love live?

Why the quest? Why the thought? Why the act of mating sought?
Do we think? Or merely pulse our existence and grab at love?

Birth Condemns No One

To Heed The Will Of Evil

Remember The Question:

"Does my birth as a human being truly condemn me to paying

taxes to, or otherwise supporting, a society so cowardly and

lost to the madness of greed as to participate in plans and

preparations that are based on a sure and certain will and

capacity to use nuclear and other weapons of mass murder

and cause thereby the murder of hundreds of millions

of defenseless fellow human beings?"

Simply Said