Historic Bible pages put online
Will this tell us what we yearn to know;
Ancient text translated into languages
Unknown to the earth’s mortal choir,
Source of so much grief and slaughter?

Biden: Israel free to set own course on Iran
Free will, sovereignty, liberty, independence-
The words clang like a whore’s jangling thighs;
“Free to look, but it takes cold, hard cash to ride.”
Nothing’s free, unless you’re the pimp.

Jackson fans await details of memorial
Waiting for the bus in the freezing cold
A child will exhale the ruptured air;
He’ll go on and on about it for days,
Amazed that his breath can fly.

Biden: Israel Has Right to Attack Iran
“…free to set own course”
“…has right to attack”
Words are indeed a funny lot
Whether we say them or not.

Ted Rall: "I miss Bush” from Skeptical Eye
If you condemn the actions of another,
Why do you mimic them, dear brother?
If you swear that actions were unwise,
Why do the same as if you’re right?
Why not act on promises you said you’d keep
If it’s indeed the country’s trust that you seek,
Like a tide that carries away the shore’s sand,
It needs them both; the ocean and the land.

Rush Limbaugh Compares Al Franken's Win to the Mahmoud Ahmadinejad Vote Recount

(A Poetic Justice Photomontage)

O! From the foul wind blowing over America
Comes this; a most colossal whore’s voice
Screeching another miserably worn-out minute!

The irony of his deception belies an ignoble aim
Leaving fools ready to lop off someone’s head
As the mythic shit-stain spews forth tired claims.

He is no one’s god but his sheep. No precision
Within his words, just fuel for agitation
For a weak-willed herd of unconscious ovine.

Let us not mistake his voice, his words for courage or fact;
Let us bend his insensitive language into the brave light
And watch the drip, drip, drip of uncontrolled lies retract.

O he is most foul and undoubtedly in need of an outfit;
A tall hat, bow tie, long shoes, red nose and a wig;
So, what he says is seen for what it is- a load of shit!

© 2009 mrp/thepoetryman

(A Poetic Justice Photomontage)

Quiet crackdown drains Iran dissidents
They took off their shoes and planned
And their naked feet paced a new journey
Which now stirs inside every room.
Shoes cannot represent this moment,
It’s feet and hands and the flame of a newborn star.

Ready or Not, Iraq’s Military Prepares to Stand on Its Own
Prepare to make your way in the manner you see fit
Like the depth and curve of a valley;
Shaped by vigor and crushing force,
Yet on the crimson breath of a new morning.

Jackson family 'want new autopsy'
Speed it past our minds, this doubt.
Hurry beyond our sick and prying judgments.
Float above, where angel voices linger.

Ruth Madoff forfeits asset claims, left with $2.5 million
Poor Ruth, she senses that it’s not enough;
Her life’s flipped over on a foggy turnpike,
Skidding headlong into the swindled horde.

Obama Turns Up Heat on Senate to Pass Climate Bill
And the fuming beast tosses our bodies
Through the clammy air of our mad dash.
We watch it as it’s happening, aghast,
And turn to hear the dismal sky speak our name.

Right-Wing Extremist – Joe the Plumber
There are those that are remembered souls
And those that are forgotten,
Then there are the forgettable assholes…


© 2009 mrp/thepoetryman

Gay Exorcism Video
Come! Manifest thy vigorous and crippling glory,
Spit thy upright venom atop my prone and unclean
Skin, rend it complete to partial bone and space,
But above all, Lord, keep thy charlatans away.

Michael Savage Threatens Media Matters Staff
O Savage, steal your mask away, place your microphone down low
So your sheep might not listen in…“Take heed. They’ve already come for you,
Seeking to blunt your influence, your shtick. They’ve attended your airwaves
And found a loathing drone of inhumane righteousness and complete poppycock
Clearly, since you’re still yappin’, they felt it was apt for American classlessness."

Michael Jackson Dies
I suppose it’s only right,
Now that you’ve passed,
That they speak of your life’s splendor,
Your skill, as if you were a potent god
Moon walking on the pantheon floor.

Maliki Casting U.S. Withdrawal as Victory for Iraq
No. This will never do. It won’t construct a blockbuster war movie plot,
Hell, it won’t manage to break even or encourage our youth to bomb those
Brown skinned youths whose father’s scrape their knees upon prayer rugs
And whose mother’s howl at the gutless catchphrase, “collateral damage”.

Hamas leader: Obama must do more for peace
A shard of bone held to the sun for a moment, dull blades
Scattered all around, future carvings littering these streets.
The outcome we cannot know, nor what hatred’s sown
From the smoldering flesh pounded to dust on the storm.

Glenn Beck Plays with Barbie Dolls, Bill O’Reilly Looks on like a Sexually Repressed Bully
Yapping goddamned cretin and your squealing scamp gazing gratified,
Your wits are not playful and your doll’s humor seems lost on everyone
But you!
Your jokes are as dreadful and artless as your minds.

Support Health Care Reform that Addresses Needs of Women
She basks in the slender bone of sun that has embraced her disease
As she lies upon the biddable afghan knitted by her only daughter.

The birds of shadow have begun to fasten themselves `round her spirit;
On this day the sun will commence setting much earlier than she imagined.

Ask President Obama and his admin: Include the vision of a nuclear weapons free world in Nuclear Posture Review
The sound was deafening; a howling hell blew through the skies,
Shattered streetlights emitting a darkness lined the broken streets,
Sentries at their stations with bloodshot eyes were broken of sleep.

Congress Should Require an Exit Strategy from Afghanistan
There will come a day when the sirens will cease their racket
And the hollow whistle of dried bone will be the new alarm
Fetching our soldiers pace within the guns blistering melody.
By then, the word “exit” will be of little or no significance.

Don't Let the Insurance Industry Dictate Health Care Reform
Each dark chord that blares above the gloom is worthless!
All of the greedy hounds that howl over the aged and ailing
Shall be met with forty million tongues soaring to the sun!

Don't fund more F-22 fighter jets!
Blown skin and blood scattered.
Crushed bodies. Tips of fingers.
Blasted, strafed, split and shattered.
Flicked across the sandspeckled canvas
Waiting to paint again, until the wind
And nobody even remembers them being there.

Save Lions From Carbofuran Pesticide Poisoning!
When they came for the lion, I looked away.
When they came for the gorilla, I said nothing.
When they came for the whale, I fell silent.
When they came for the owl, I was quiet.
When the lions came for me, I screamed.


© 2009 mrp/thepoetryman

All the clocks that surround us mark off moments as they dissolve;
Steady drum of the second hand tick tocks like a time bomb,
Vanished down beneath the rising rush
Cast outside of reach of all that’s here
Or that frantic hands can seize or bear.

Like time, we will travel forward as moments become lean and swift,
Instances slipped within pale snapshots; smiles of odd, uneasy faces.
Tick tock goes the gesture, the nod.
Plunging seconds speed by exhausted
Below the pitch-black lather of time.

As summers own swimming and winter’s trudging speed through
Second hands rush on, prying the next season to scuttle forth.
Does it matter more what time it was
Or more that a moment’s remembered;
Vanished, frantic, outside of my reach?

All of the clocks shrug at this; my yearning to paint my father true,
To prevent time’s rolling course upon scatty legs made of seconds.
Cease your lean and speedy march.
If I’m to know him, you've got to stop,
Time, before you run out of clock.

Call on Eric Holder to appoint a special prosecutor to investigate and prosecute Bush-era torture, etc
Seeing the old man who moved like a sloth across the parking lot
Stumbling a path waged in determination and loaded with angst,
I began to see the future. A panorama of a rebellious reckoning
With a gnarly toothed reality of necks bent in disappointment.
Our smugness, suffering tossed out like crumbs to the starving,
Begins its vengeful quake across all the gloom we’ve scattered.

Send Harry Reid an email, asking that he not allow drilling in any global warming or climate bill that comes up in Senate
Drill down to the cry of oceans
Drill down to the cry of birds
Drill down, drill down, drill down
Loose the hell hounds come howling
Loose the next monstrous wave
Loose the next hoarfrost and eddy
Drill down, baby. Drill down.

Please cosponsor the Senator Paul Simon Water for the World Act of 2009 (S. 624)
Water. Water. Water. Water.
Wate. Wat. Wa.
W.
.

Sign petition showing your support of Congress' work to reform America's health care system
They won’t fix what ails you for no stinking shriek or prayer or howl...
Hell no! It’s going to take a hell of a lot more than human consideration
to stitch up your son, or radiate your daughter, or treat your parents!
It’s going to take a goddamned miracle!
A malodorous, impractical, goddamned phenomenon!
Ain’t no spare change or extra angel wings to save us!
Bone cracking, god-smacking miracles to come roaring!
I’ve more faith in congress…

Support a Cautious Response to the Iranian Election
I am turning the lights out now
A heavy summer heat hovers over the ground.
Before the morning sun lifts this crimson boil
Many will have marched in solidarity on far off streets
While others watch with bewilderment, a mini shock and awe.

Tell Congress to require legislation be posted on the Internet for 72 hours before debate
This rattling the cage will not wake them
They’ve been asleep for too long,
They’ve not been greeted sorely.
This noise will never match that which came before;
Hell’s throat, deafening, piercing the skies with war.


TRADE Act Introduction Imminent: Write Your Rep!
Since they’ve lost hearing from their piercing dreams
Since they’ve discarded the people for the money vote
Since we’re dying in a war that will never have a victor
Since our words have lost their meaning… we write.


Remove the Trojan Horse from Global Warming Legislation
It moved toward the castle with death’s grace,
Creaking and clanking along the wet terrain.
Its reflection swam inside their anxious eyes
As its massive frame came shuddering to a halt.

It loomed over the castle like an ominous god….


Tell Congress to Strengthen the Clean Energy Bill!
The morning sun reflected off of its golden mane
And the people moved toward it like zombies.
In lock-step they found their purpose, their guts,
And wielded the mightiest of weapons…



© 2009 mrp/thepoetryman

(A Poetic Justice Photomontage)

Immigration Talk With a Mexican/American