Bl*ssful Thinking July 10, 2009
Posted by Tel in PIMP.Tags: democrat, Poem, poems, Poetry, politics, republican
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sometimes i wish to be an apathetic
redneck, or some republican
who just doesn’t care
or give a good god damn
about what others think
would it be better
to be brazen, brave
and not give a fuck
about countries half a world away?
or simply say english must be
our lingua persona
even though we have this
thing called puerto rico
hanging around our necks?
would i be better off
keeping myself in the back pocket
of corporate america,
where they privatize profit
and socialize losses?
nicer to be naive on the issues,
but pretend i know because
of the tasty goodness of fox-fed
and conservative radio sound bites?
there is a study that warns me:
conservatives are happier
so perchance ignorance is bliss?
still, i prefer sadness and enlightment
tsk, tsk, tsk.
Revolutionary February 2, 2009
Posted by Tel in PIMP.Tags: Poem, poems, poet, Poetry, revolt, revolution
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there is a revolutionary
inside of me
that gets
a not so sick satisfaction
out of revolt
there is a revolutionary
inside of me
that finds it arousing
to do some rebel rousing
there is a revolutionary
inside of me
with appreciation
for questioning
beliefs
religions
democrats
republicans
patriots
naysayers
optimists
a revolutionary fed up with
one
line
answers
and
one
word
responses
how i wish
those who eat it up
would choke
on their own
spoonfed beliefs
a revolutionary
inside of me
sees things as they should be
not as they are:
revolt!
question authority,
whether it be
boss
parent
priest
politician
patron
compatriot
but inside of me
there is a revolutionary
wanting to burn it all down
and build it up again
making wrongs right
willing to fight
inside me
a revolution grows
beyond spencely court
and all the suburbs
between east and west coast
a riot is brewing
and inside me
the revolutionary
is seething
to take a bite
rebel rouse
arouse the senses
beyond the fingers
touching the cold steel
of a dagger
or teaspoon
your choice
Zombies January 27, 2009
Posted by Tel in PIMP.Tags: Poem, poems, Poetry, politics
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the problem with them
is they never go away
not really
and always need
to have the last lick
take bush and cheney
mcconnell and boehner
for example
Celebrity January 24, 2009
Posted by Tel in PIMP.Tags: celebrity, obama, Poem, poems, Poetry, stardom
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perhaps i would have liked
to be famous with a name
as unique as mine
pronounced perfectly
in mandarin or thai
* * *
who among us would
decline the power
of perseus circling
among the stars
looking down from afar?
* * *
to see them line up
praise you and shout
cast petals in future steps
weep when you’ve left
fantasize you into youtube
* * *
what can be the harm
in a little fun-
until someone gets hurt
and all comes undone
your highest point
is on the limb
from which you’re hung
Rockets, War and Treadmills January 3, 2009
Posted by Tel in PIMP.Tags: israel, palestine, Poem, poems, Poetry, war
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somewhere in march 2003
i was on a treadmill
when the rockets fell
today is january 2009
rockets fall on palestine
i am still on the treadmill,
like the rest of the world,
going nowhere fast
how i wish to go faster
than my 6.5, 7.5 or 8.5
flying up my incline
like a ramp or silo
fast enough to fire
off like a rocket
but when i explode,
it will be in a
sinead o’connor style
my aim those who
hold us back from peace
words in a poem
will have to suffice
Soar November 5, 2008
Posted by Tel in PIMP.Tags: obama, Poem, poems, Poetry, politics
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tonight we are all
liberated and we
are emancipated
the unseen dream
of the slave is seen
song of the fields
is finally sung
the world over
all of the roads
and paths picked
up from cotton fields
through swamps
across rivers
over oceans
and over mountains
lead here today:
breathe with
a sigh-
relief
relief
relief
humility
determination
to heal the divides
we are all
americans
tonight
no matter
where we are
in the world-
be it mansion
shack
hollow
desert
or grave
tonight we
are saved
Non Plus November 4, 2008
Posted by Tel in PIMP.Tags: french poem, Poem, poems, Poetry, politics
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non plus
non merci
les gens
gravissents
les montagnes
voir pour la
première fois
depuis huit ans
l’aube comme
elle met le feu
aux tyrans
avec la corde
en feu
la guillotine glisse
les têtes et leurs
perles roulent
finalement
nous sommes
tous libres
mais du rêve
nous devons réveiller
les perles
deveindront
la poussière
des étoiles
dans nos yeux
Medusa November 3, 2008
Posted by Tel in PIMP.Tags: medusa, Poem, poems, Poetry, politics
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medusa, medusa with writhing hair
i wonder if you have a glance to spare
perhaps not one, but two or three
would you, my lady, indulge me
should i need on tuesday a few to cast
would you lend your dead head of the past
i hope it not rude to so eagerly request
and that my appeal be not depressed
for it will come and be used for good
to turn to stone those who misunderstood
the first four years of dereliction
and caused four more of affliction
lend me your head, fair maid, with locks that slither
and throw your glance straight from your quiver
let them see you, despise you, hate and detest
let them know for you exists no bullet proof vest
for we were raped on the alter and tremble with fear
at long last salvation appears so very near
let those eyes that not see turn into stone
knowing at last the pain they’ve brought on
in our country, but not in this land alone
let their voices never be carried on the wind
may their hearts under stone always be pinned
finally realize how to humanity they have sinned
medusa, medusa with writhing hair
indulge me with a glance to spare
© Telly McGaha
Theo VanGogh, or Terrorist October 7, 2008
Posted by Tel in PIMP.Tags: Poem, Poetry, poems, terrorism, politics, mohammed bouyeri, theo vangogh, theo van gogh, ayaan hirsi ali, mccain, obama, presidential election
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you cannot call
someone a terrorist
to their face
when you know it’s bullshit
if you did so
would not your life
be on the line,
under the knife so to speak?
just ask ayaan hirsi ali
theo vangogh,
or mohammed bouyeri
© Telly McGaha
WWZD October 3, 2008
Posted by Tel in PIMP.Tags: america, Poem, poems, Poetry, politics
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my country right or wrong
tis my country
after all
for better or worse
we are bound
by fate and birth
in 1492
columbus sailed the ocean blue
manhatten island
for beads
who was the indian giver?
the nina
the pinta
the santa maria
we have all set sail
and sunk them all
the agony, the shame
i wish there were walls
when your family came
how can i respond to such attacks
when you say welfare recipients
are always blacks?
and then say racism doesn’t exist
but it’s not even 60 years since
we were segregated
and you want to debate it?
you say the war was about states’ rights
and cling to that idea with all your might
i’ll grant you that, it was about states’ rights:
the right to own slaves
then you say we need exterminators and sprays
when you compare “illegals” to bugs
pompously saying you wouldn’t do what they chose
if you were wearing some trabajador’s shoes
and needed to keep your family fed,
or a place to rest your head
you use your bible like a sword
to impel those women & men
who don’t vote republican
when i speak of humanism
and the founding father’s ideas
you think i’m handing you a load
and say i’m quoting devinci code
but in fairness is the game i play
please go on and have your say
now’s your time to retort
thanks in advance for being a bad sport:
miserable
nasty
unrepetent
sinful creature
thicknecked
stubborn
irreverant
are you speaking
of you or me
or our country?
© Telly McGaha
