Politics poems

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M'Fingal - Canto I

© John Trumbull

When Yankies, skill'd in martial rule,

First put the British troops to school;

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Lord Lundy

© Hilaire Belloc

Who was too Freely Moved to Tears, and thereby ruined his Political Career Lord Lundy from his earliest years
Was far too freely moved to Tears.
For instance if his Mother said,
"Lundy! It's time to go to Bed!"

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Amusement

© Henry James Pye

A POETICAL ESSAY.


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Hymns Of The Marshes.

© Sidney Lanier

I have waked, I have come, my beloved! I might not abide:
I have come ere the dawn, O beloved, my live-oaks, to hide
In your gospelling glooms, -- to be
As a lover in heaven, the marsh my marsh and the sea my sea.

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Mrs. Kessler

© Edgar Lee Masters

Mr Kessler, you know, was in the army,
And he drew six dollars a month as a pension,
And stood on the corner talking politics,
Or sat at home reading Grant's Memoirs;

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Uncommon common sense

© Ivan Donn Carswell

The other day I listened to a man on the radio
who made uncommon common sense, ‘specially since
it was an interview on ABC’s noon talk-back show.
He was a Professor, of what I hadn’t heard,

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The last excuse

© Ivan Donn Carswell

What is left now that we’ve used the last excuse,
what is left to justify excess. The rhetoric at best
was very thin when things began, but to suggest
we must remain and play the hand we’re dealt

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The Beer Was Cold Enough

© Ivan Donn Carswell

It is amazing, while I lay in bed, I had the lines
roaring through my head like locusts on the wing,
the unabashed extravagance of such a flock
of stunning words shocked me out of brittle sleep;

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Partisanship and politics

© Ivan Donn Carswell

Were I not a patriot, which of course I am, I would explain
just how the term remains a sticking point within my craw,
how it contains a core of prudish mockery, dissembles jingoistic
claims. But I am and not ashamed. I love the land, the people

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Ad Invasions

© Ivan Donn Carswell

Advertisements, they’ve trashed the web,
somehow they’ve gotten into bed
with common sense; ubiquitous
and so intense, insistent

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From "The Parish: A Satire"

© John Clare

I

In politics and politicians' lies

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Having The Flu And With Nothing Else To Do

© Charles Bukowski

I read a book about John Dos Passos and according to
the book once radical-communist
John ended up in the Hollywood Hills living off investments
and reading the
Wall Street Journal

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The Foreign Land

© Coventry Kersey Dighton Patmore

A woman is a foreign land,
Of which, though there he settle young,
A man will ne'er quite understand
The customs, politics, and tongue.

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Sordello: Book the Fifth

© Robert Browning


  "Embrace him, madman!" Palma cried,
Who through the laugh saw sweat-drops burst apace,
And his lips blanching: he did not embrace
Sordello, but he laid Sordello's hand
On his own eyes, mouth, forehead.

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Of Politics & Art

© Norman Dubie

Today I listened to a woman say
That Melville might
Be taught in the next decade. Another woman asked, "And why not?"
The first responded, "Because there are
No women in his one novel."

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The Chronicle Of The Drum

© William Makepeace Thackeray

"'Though Europe against me was arm'd,
 Your chiefs and my people are true;
I still might have struggled with fortune,
 And baffled all Europe with you.

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Spanish Peasant

© Robert William Service

We have no aspiration vain
For paradise Utopian,
And here in our sun-happy Spain,
Though man exploit his fellow man,

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Barcelona

© Robert William Service

The night before I left Milan
A mob jammed the Cathedral Square,
And high the tide of passion ran
As politics befouled the air.

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Class-Mates

© Robert William Service

Joe Giles went in for grabbing gold,
And grovelled in the dirt;
He, too, looks prematurely old,
His gastric ulcers hurt:
Although he has a heap of dough.
I do not envy Joe.

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Train Ride

© Federico Garcia Lorca

After rain, through afterglow, the unfolding fan
of railway landscape sidled onthe pivot
of a larger arc into the green of evening;
I remembered that noon I saw a gradual bud