The persevering poet

Creates from pure thought

Distills emotions into feelings
Long-sought

Provokes positive/ pessimistic reaction to lessons 
Prior taught

Challenges the lies the general public oft bought

Content in the sublime knowledge

All fame and fortune
Whilst one is still breathing

Is all for naught

Resolute that his/ her conviction
Willed forward intuitively must wrought

The most delightfully exuberant future for Mankind

Proxy of the One

Once the writings have begun

Set sail free!

To the creative seas

Poems brought forth as Mother Nature’s honey

To the searching probing bee

Relief!

To the qualitative indistinct

Competitive nature of the working class life

Strife!

Filled with socially injurious turmoil and economic fraught!

Acknowledgement typically arrives for the toiling poet

As she/ he resides in an inconspicuous casket

As an ancient artistic after-thought

A groundbreaking weather struggle

Has evolved today

Over the length of this years chill

Early Spring!

Said Staten Island Chuck

Forecasting through the muck

Whilst he was disparaged as a quack

“Winter still has the track!”

By Puxstawney Phil

Whichever rodents predictions

Fits you best

It might be time to second-guess

Whether Puxstawney Phil and Staten Island Chuck

Need to take a new meteorologist test!

The old ways are dying

As a tree fades gently into the night

Nevermore for its leaves to shine bright

A new dawn is arising

The harbingers of the past

Keep clawing

Yet they will not cease

To feel the weight of the world

Fall into its destiny

Voila!

A new day has begun!

The final journey from the physic to the quantum infinitum

Where the working class

Can relax

Create

And enjoy

Life!

Under the sun

Life is like a concrete border wall
Standing alone
Against the Winds of Time
Paying not a hint of attention
To the squall
Nor the federal workers call
For pay checks
The only thing that matters
Is thine Celebrity
And political status
The symbolism of the Superior Structure
Practically shouts to all
Bring not your poor
Destitute
Freedom searching souls
Unto my shore
Our hearts are as hard as steel
And concrete joined
Empathy toucheth me not at all

I Am Your Noble Ruler!

Ruling via tweet

Democracy beseeched!

My decrees reach
The cities and hinterlands
Sent out fort-with

Authoritatively!

From my Golden Stall

 

Any Investor worth his salt could have told you the Bull was high
The top of the mountain reached
Then comes The Bubble
The Bear Market nigh

The Apprentice President was assumed to have such astounding Business Acumen

Propped Up
By the Working Class!

We have our Billionaire Celebrity to run The Show!

Somebody cue up Etta James
At Last!

Alas – When will we ever learn that a sound economy is not built on Financial Flash

Simple Supply and Demand

What can be bought at the store and picked up from the worker’s hand?

Giving gi-normous tax breaks to billionaires and corporations

Only widens The Bubble

Creating far more Space and Time
for the Stock Market to unwind

For the Crashing economy

To land

Creating once again hardship

For those who must survive

On the toiler’s grind

Why do you surmise the CEO’s put the majority of the money into their own stocks to climb?

Their multi-billion dollar bonuses regardless of the market maneuvers arrive every year

Right on time!

The “naturally” benevolent Invisible Hand

Has workers and the poor paying once again

Out-of-hand

Did you know?
A long long time ago
There was born
In the North Pole snow
A baby elve

Her red-cheeked face
All aglow

Little did she know?

Her tiny Momma
Had perished
In the Arctic cold

Santa Claus smiled at his newborn child

Despite losing his was-to-be elven wife

He could not bring himself to imagine the business strife

Her tiny baby’s eyes
And his entwined

Taking his mind
But for a moment

Off of the momentous morbid woe

From the depths of his consumer-driven jolly heart

His tears signaled a resigned goodbye

Amid a fresh newly charted start

Knowing the path must yet go forward

For him and his wife’s wonderful gift

Of a healthy and vibrant daughter

Mr. Claus managing a smile

Burst forth a tenderly sympathetic
Yet lovingly empathetic

Ho Ho!

Clowns Frown
Done Took Down The Town
Pat Him Down
Why You Wearing
Your Wife’s Wedding Gown?
Be Best
Appropo Shhh!
Don’t Make A Sound
I’ma Clarify This
It’s Like Catching St. Nicholas
Coming Down From The Chimney
Toyless and Joyless
As He Hits The Ground
Square Yourself Off
You’re Lookin’ a Bit Clowned
Lookin’ For One Word
To Describe this Ditty

Bubbalicious!

Freak-off!

How Bout Profound

Pray to your God
Think only a positive thought
Work hard for thine regard

Where is the receipt?

For these all lies that I have bought

Another child without food
Another petty crime committing black man dead

Another War abroad

Innocent Palestinians mashed and mauled

Killer Drones off-shored

To add to
The Furnace of the Fires
Of the dread

Another First amendment protester silenced
Another consumer borne

Fascism ushered in via Citizens

Doctors

Lawyers

Billionaire Celebrities

Pastors

Assorted Imprisonists

Is America reborn?

Where is the integrity?

Where is the scorn?

 

It’s raining!
It’s pouring!

Honoring American soldiers killed in World War One at Aisne-Marne American Cemetery in France?
Or snoring?

Will I get big adoring crowds?
Ratings soaring?

If not about my regalness!
Then it is naturally boring!

Why all the underlings imploring?

I cherish my soldiers
More than Hermann Wilhelm Goring

We shalt defeat the evil Caravan

On our own sand

Thus it will be raining and pouring

Adulation!

Winning!

For my warring – Genius!