reposting this poem from the 'wither the democrats' thread, since it's locked now and will fall off the front page. I like the poem, and think it should be seen.
Whither the Democrats? Where have they gone They haven't gone anywhere here all along Sucking the life out of working jane and joe while telling them grand nothings putting on a big show
Kicking down at the poor while smiling sweetly stick to the talking points cookie-cutter neatly blaming the commies the santas and elves blame all around except for themselves
Big tent is a rental for a pretty small crowd ticket booth signage says no freaks allowed repeat tired mantras expect different results tweeting weak memes and misattributed quotes
acting superior but no one is buying respect has to be earned yet they aren't even trying thinking the people can be played like an app Acting like children in need of a nap
So whither the democrats where do they be who cares anymore they ain't you and me looking so confident acting real zen making the same mistakes all over again
Re: The Poetry Only Thread
Posted: Tue Nov 06, 2018 6:03 pm
by Cordelia
Ballad of the Ballot Paper
he spoiled his ballot paper
gave it treats, bought it sweets, mooned around and doted
and, in the process, became hopelessly de-voted
~ Brian Bilston ~
Re: The Poetry Only Thread
Posted: Fri Dec 14, 2018 12:05 pm
by Cordelia
The Law for the Wolves
NOW this is the law of the jungle, as old and as true as the sky, And the wolf that shall keep it may prosper, but the wolf that shall break it must die.
As the creeper that girdles the tree trunk, the law runneth forward and back; For the strength of the pack is the wolf, and the strength of the wolf is the pack.
Wash daily from nose tip to tail tip; drink deeply, but never too deep; And remember the night is for hunting and forget not the day is for sleep.
The jackal may follow the tiger, but, cub, when thy whiskers are grown, Remember the wolf is a hunter—go forth and get food of thy own.
Keep peace with the lords of the jungle, the tiger, the panther, the bear; And trouble not Hathi the Silent, and mock not the boar in his lair.
When pack meets with pack in the jungle, and neither will go from the trail, Lie down till the leaders have spoken; it may be fair words shall prevail.
When ye fight with a wolf of the pack ye must fight him alone and afar, Lest others take part in the quarrel and the pack is diminished by war.
The lair of the wolf is his refuge, and where he has made him his home, Not even the head wolf may enter, not even the council may come.
The lair of the wolf is his refuge, but where he has digged it too plain, The council shall send him a message, and so he shall change it again.
If ye kill before midnight be silent and wake not the woods with your bay, Lest ye frighten the deer from the crop and thy brothers go empty away.
Ye may kill for yourselves, and your mates, and your cubs as they need and ye can; But kill not for pleasure of killing, and seven times never kill man.
If ye plunder his kill from a weaker, devour not all in thy pride, Pack-right is the right of the meanest; so leave him the head and the hide.
The kill of the pack is the meat of the pack. Ye must eat where it lies; And no one may carry away of that meat to his lair, or he dies.
The kill of the wolf is the meat of the wolf. He may do what he will, But, till he is given permission, the pack may not eat of that kill.
Lair right is the right of the mother. From all of her years she may claim One haunch of each kill for her litter, and none may deny her the same.
Cub right is the right of the yearling. From all of his pack he may claim Full gorge when the killer has eaten; and none may refuse him the same.
Cave right is the right of the father, to hunt by himself for his own; He is freed from all calls to the pack. He is judged by the council alone.
Because of his age and his cunning, because of his gripe and his paw, In all that the law leaveth open the word of the head wolf is law.
Now these are the laws of the jungle, and many and mighty are they; But the head and the hoof of the law and the haunch and the hump is—Obey!
~ Rudyard Kipling ~
Re: The Poetry Only Thread
Posted: Fri Dec 14, 2018 12:25 pm
by Grizzly
THE WELL OF GRIEF Those who will not slip beneath the still surface on the well of grief, turning down through its black water to the place we cannot breathe, will never know the source from which we drink, the secret water, cold and clear, nor find in the darkness glimmering, the small round coins, thrown by those who wished for something else.
You'll knock 'em down like skittles With some farinaceous vittles...
Re: The Poetry Only Thread
Posted: Fri Apr 03, 2020 9:50 pm
by Elvis
The 1918 Spanish Flu And Stocks
A U.S. Economic Contraction And Bear Market Highly Likely
Thoughts On A Panicked Market
This Is The End: The Myth Of A Return To Normal
Don't Panic Now, Wait And Buy The Dip
Recession + Deflation = Real Panic
We've Probably Seen The Worst
Analyzing When To Buy U.S. Stocks Amidst The Pandemic
Time To Buy The Coronavirus Stock Market
Coronavirus Selloff: Stocks To Buy
This Is A Rare Opportunity
SLV: The 'Opportunity Of A Lifetime'
You Have One Week To Decide
A New Bull Market Is Being Born
The Next Leg Down: Another Massive Decline Is Coming
No Longer A Melt-Up: Why The COVID-19 Bubble Is Coming
Market Recovery: Sooner Than Most Expect
(email subject lines from seekingalphadotcom)
Re: The Poetry Only Thread
Posted: Thu Apr 09, 2020 10:57 am
by Grizzly
THE SHEEPDOG
don’t cry for the sheepdog his herding days are done they’ve sunk so low with Dementia Joe it’s like they ate their gun
maybe you didn’t know viability is a code so allow me to translate: it’s how much dirt you hold
the nastiness of these creatures means all their files are plump and mutually assured destruction means they’d all go down with Trump
so Russia, Russia, Russia! Ukraine, Ukraine, Ukraine! two criminal syndicates go to war and drive us all insane
will you wake up now Amerika? or stay docile while they loot? is Netflix your pied piper? is Tiger King your flute?
by William Skink
Re: The Poetry Only Thread
Posted: Sun May 03, 2020 5:34 am
by Elvis
There's No Denying The New Bull Market Now
Re: The Poetry Only Thread
Posted: Sun May 03, 2020 9:35 pm
by JackRiddler
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Langston Hughes, 1965
Emancipation Long View: Negro
Emancipation, 1865 Sighted through the Telescope of dreams, Looms larger, So much larger, So it seems, Than truth can be.
But turn the telescope around, Look through the larger end, And wonder why What was so large Becomes so small Again.
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Re: The Poetry Only Thread
Posted: Mon May 25, 2020 1:03 pm
by thrulookingglass
Happy War Day USA.
Bleak - by Michael Prochaska
Blood starts drippin' from the soldier's wound Seeps like sewage 'neath the politician's room
Deep in the house, white fades to red And the freedom we're fighting for seems to be dead 'Cause we can't win like he once said No we can't triumph over the hate in our enemy's head But we're deep in mud over the bullshit we've been fed While more and more soldiers awake in Heaven's bed
The wind is blowing like a hurricane In the frightening desolated lands Where the wolves are insane And hawks feast on bloody hands
Bullets flying, children dying, mothers crying While the beasts are lying and hiding Behind black curtains that no one's finding But God knows the truth, and He's forevermore sighing
Too many hands washed in widows' tears Too many echoed gun shots ringing in ears Too many hearts frozen numb from fears Of hope too distant, like skylight chandeliers
Wounded souls soaked in blotched black fate Disillusioned by dark demons' fate
Persistent nightmares of woebegone escape: Screeching fervently under Liberty's Gate I grasp the rope fabric with delicate care, Neck tickling from its bristly hair My chapped, dry lips whisper a final prayer Before a tightening ravish pain permeates the air
A bright radiant flash scorches the cloudless horizon And ashes drift upward, caressing my bare, dangling feet Bleak, barren, biting malice below seems blazon But the dead know not the sentiment of defeat.
Re: The Poetry Only Thread
Posted: Mon May 25, 2020 4:35 pm
by JackRiddler
Recipe (My C19 Haiku)
Pieces: Whatever's available. Instructions: Heat until edible.
Re: The Poetry Only Thread
Posted: Mon May 25, 2020 11:57 pm
by Grizzly
by William Skink
N MEN
lock me in the sock drawer, mama the needle men are here the dreams they bring with pinprick stings hiss like daddy’s beer
Christopher on the playground said his dad has a plan the heart can see how the mind deceives but I didn’t understand
all I see are eyes now, mama and hands that cannot touch I want to play but Karen will say I use it like a crutch
the cartoons have gone feral like silly Pepe frog oh what the heck I’ll channel KEK and rule from my log
Daddy hasn’t spoken for 19 days and nights before going mum he told me, his son to teach rabbits how to fight
I’m not sure how to do this they cannot hold the knives so instead I said with our strong legs we best run for our lives