Sheer Poetry

Here's to you and here's to me

May we never disagree

But if we do,

The hell with you

Here's to ME!

How about an Barack Obama poem, published in 1981:

UNDERGROUND

Under water grottos, caverns
Filled with apes
That eat figs.
Stepping on the figs
That the apes
Eat, they crunch.
The apes howl, bare
Their fangs, dance,
Tumble in the
Rushing water,
Musty, wet pelts
Glistening in the blue
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Was this autobiographical, perchance?

Woh Jamaica is beautiful poetry

Quelli ch'anticamente poetaro
l'eta dell'oro e suo stato felice
forse in Parnaso esto loco sognaro

Dante, Purg. XXVIII, 139-141

Some say - Humor and satire? – a 2008 New Yorker cover
Some say - Humor and satire? – “wish you kidney failure”
Some say - One attack, could’ve been two
Some say – Doesn’t matter – it’s about what they knew
Meanwhile the news is breaking
California speaks the truth as it relates to her
Trump has a 21st Century card and plays it
It’s - a complicated world - after all
It’s - a complicated world - after all

The PRINCE OF Peace once said "A Nation who spend a vast amount of the its Wealth on fighting Wars is Destine to have an Economic Backlash in it Future Endeavor".Relative to your Nation. M G

I would write a Haiku.. if I knew how..

.. and, of course, if schmoopiekins is on board with this soiree, I naturally will concur..

Harkens back to Open Mic Nite at the old coffee shop.. I'm waxing sentimental. I am getting that warm and fuzzy feeling again.

Obama and Biden? Talk about strange bedfellows!

Mindku

Lapdog media
Utopian happy talk
Left's 40-year plan

"Failing kidneys" see below, part 2

Whether here or Git-mo
May we know friend from foe
And long the bells of freedom doth ring

And o'er many an issue we do fight
But I pray we not lose sight
That of man or theory we make no King

DaveM, I think you win the "first trashing of BUsh in an unrelated post" prize for this thread, even though you did not use his name. Why do I keep reading posts in which people insist that Republicans think in lock-step, have no ideas about how to fix america's problems, and are living in the past, when there are so many examples that prove that there are Democrats around here suffering from those same shortcomings. What purpose does your denigration of the past occupant of the WH serve, Dave? What has George Bush to do with this poetry reading?

One of the most timeless, awe inspiring, love affairs I have witnessed is the ongoing love affair of the media with President Obama.

Chris Mathews (thriill up my leg), along with a whole host of other media personalities, has a thing for Obama, the likes of which, if strung together, would have to be sold with a warning sticker on the front and be placed in the homo erotic section of the bookstore.

Michelle Obama is so very, very unattractive. She needs to put on some clothes.

American poetry and music
At the White House?

Why not?

Why are you here, forsaken, faded
Down in the dust of the Roman street?
You, the flower of all the poets,
Trampled under the hurrying feet.

Ah, this pitiless scheme of Nature,
With so much beauty and so much waste!
You who come of the race of roses
Done to death by the crowd's hot haste!

Was it some princess dropped you lightly
Over the balcony up above?
Or did some peasant bring you Romewards,
A little tribute of rural love?

For these days of carnival folly
You have forsaken your garden home;
You have come from the great green country,
A rose to die in the streets of Rome.

This City Screams

The rage bellows so loudly,
Rolls down the city streets,
It shatters the glass and false hope,
Destroys everything it meets,
The wickedness kills, rich and poor alike.

The poor lay cluttering sidewalks,
In need of work and food,
The owner bends to offer alms,
Is robbed of his aid too,
Patriotic duty kills, rich and poor alike.

One glimpses in the far distance,
A gleaming dome inspires,
Alabaster torched and tarnished,
Witches burn on fraternal pyres,
Aisle crossing kills, rich and poor alike.

Cameras flash on righteous men,
Preach fantastic moral cures,
Behind closed doors these carnal boars,
Lead lives not quite so pure,
New ethic kills, rich and poor alike.

And so voices of moderation,
Are squelched by rancorous mobs,
Along with Pantheonic ghosts,
Past heroes’ lost wails and sobs,
The wickedness kills, rich and poor alike.

Rose are red
violet blue
I voted for Bush
Obama too.

For every transgression I’m a forgiver
Come to me with every trouble and care
None of your sorrows can enter my river
Come to my bank and leave all of them there

There is the world that will try to control you
Here is the place where both peace and rest meet
Let my cool waters relieve and console you
Comb soft through your hair and caress your feet