Some Fun Poems From Readers

October 19, 2008

Elaine Meinel Supkis

Some readers have sent me a series of really nice poems so I hope everyone isn't too unhappy with comments or cartoons I publish here and instead, enjoy some sarcastic or lovely poems. I do hope everyone realizes that I enjoy debates here and welcome any and all comments. I don't get mad if people have other opinions, far from it! In diversity lies knowledge! The act of debating things leads to understanding. And the value of poetry is, it transcends all of this for it is a love of language and all debates are improved by using language playfully and spiritually as well as mockingly. I want to thank everyone for sending these poems!

The Link for Shedlocks' piece today......http://globaleconomicanalysis.blogspot.com/2008/10/worthless-guarantees-and-printing.html

Shedlocks' Worthless Guarantees and Printing Presses

Read Shedlocks' piece on the net today
Warm on my couch I shivered anyway
For it was worthless guarantees and printing presses
Mish, he knows all the stresses

Rudd, Sarkozy, Merkel, Barroso and Junker
Damn but the worlds' become a klunker
Over and over I think of possible druthers
In the end, I fail, its' Sally Struthers

Mish is complete, he finally 'cludes Brown
All will be well for he is of renown
He mentions blankets and breakups
I've begun to get hiccups
All these governments, they only know stickups!

Collapse and printing presses jump up to see
Yes the futures in buying guarantees
Worthless, Hells Bells and pussyfoot come to the fore
We've heard it all before

Guarantees for 5 years, close scrutiny for 1 year
Yes, it's all crap, just crap we fear
Declaration, creep, scream and temporary crunch
It's definitely all of a bad, bad lunch

Mish must recline, his days' work done
I look at my stocks, the works' just begun!
My sandwich so cold with lettuce wilted and sad
My financial life is headed for the slab...I'm going mad

An Empty Pot Sold as Beautiful Futuristic Flowers To Be

Or, so say our gilded and sage political powers
It is little that they know about flowers
It simply is not within their self-honored powers
When they announce Beautiful Futuristic Flowers
The public knows in their own minds, such sours

The world announced today that billions arrive at the rescue
Tomorrow is the icing on the cake, it is all so fake
For the public knows the true scent of fescue
This government promise, has no rescue

The stock market rose on hopes high for all time
Too bad, it was based on odorific, debt based financial slime
Financial algae from the bottom rises
It's all so predictable, there are no real surprises

Trillions have gone to Europe, right soon
Will prove to be no life-saving boon
Too soon the congratulantions rise
The future, coming soon enough, will show no surprise
Currency swaps, they will meet their demise

The pundits wax, the pundits wane
As our once proud economy is slain
A financial corpse so soon to be
It is plain for any to see
Especially for those who can look at empty pots and Beautiful Futuristic Flowers to be
Knowing the difference, as so few can see
Rescues? They are not to be
For it is plain for any to see

Jim Strong 10 13 08

Jim Strong 10 12 08

WHILE WATCHING THE BLOOMBERG NEWS
(A group of spontaneous impressions with no Freudian slips intended)
Jim Strong 10 12 08

ROCKIN CHAIR MUSINGS

Had money in my wallet
I remember it well
Will I roll a wheelbarrow full?

The man in the box says not to fear
Henry Pauslon's almost here!

I pull a long draw on my crushed half-cigar
Truth has already long gone afar,
And I'm goin' fast, like my cigar

Paulsons' not comin', its' not to last
He stutters out fairy tales, its' a blast!

Hes' smokin' somethun', and it ain't a cigar
I think of Cash, and Johnnys' last tune
Yes, I'm thinkin' of "When the Man Comes Round"

Jim Strong 10 8 08

COLD DAYS AND DOLLARLAND

It's coldest in winter going downhill
Get the jacket tight before the spill

The speed is fun, the drop supreme
Skiings better than chasin' green

Most things are good that are fast and true
Strange to feel joy when turning blue

But if you are a dollar going downhill
Paulson will tell you to slow it down

He loves green dollars and dreads the blue
For blue is death, oh, oh so true

It's best a skiier to be, no debt and free
Chasin' dollars in Dollarland gives no glee.

Jim Strong 10 08 08

GREENSPANIARDS DiSCIPLES (Goldspaniards Fate)

Yes. It's there, so plain to see!
Bernanke and Pauslon
Feathered on the wind
Gone

From sanddollars
To Dollars
To sanddollars all

The planners advanced
As all looked askance
Lost Booty in a sea of banks

Columbus would weep
While Americans sleep
Marooned on sandbars of banks

For the Spanish Main was all in vain
Huge Booty grabbed for the tranches

He who had wealth
Found it taken by stealth
Lost in bags of bad ranches

Yes. It's there, so plain to see!
Bernanke and Paulson
Feathered on the wind
GONE........ So Long!

Jim Strong 10 08 08

The Sanddollars' Return

The sanddollar died
With the dollar astride
The minds of all on the planet

Now the sanddollar sings
As the dollar swings
Widely on the gibbet of Bernanke and Paulson

No gold can one buy
All Asia has claimed
Vast bullion upon the planet

Once Islanders used the sanddollar for trade
And, again, the sanddollars' stock rises
Once again led by half-vast ideas
We shrink, draw back and sheathe our own biases

Jim Strong 10 09 08

Remembering the Ways of US GRANT

I wake to the sounds of smoke and long guns
Been dreamin' of old battles and rising suns

The tv is shooting sound to my brain
It's Billy Maze...the cause of the pain

The Bloomberg Beauty winks and cajoles
Damn, hold on to your Chinese shoe soles

Paulsons' stuttering magic is shaky and stressed
Pack the stuff, Love, for we're movin' West

Brewed some coffee, and it warmed my soul
The Boss just called, he's in a hole

My friends at work have left the plant
It's lonely there, I take up the slack

I vision the day when we look in the eye
And part for all time my brother and I

For he is the one who built the plant
He ran it well, like US GRANT

Jim Strong 10 09 08

A Wild Ride with a Coffee Cup

It's Deidre with swordpoint eyes
As a Bloomberg Joan of Arc
She floats from the screen
Sure, deadly, well paid and sharp

Perfect teeth, no hair out of place
Wallets o'er the world slip out into space
Other empty pockets wander down the street
They all remember when times were sweet

The news of today, out front from the outer spaces
Will it mislead the horses from their traces
For all has changed, and we are off to the races
The Chinese all scramble, holding onto their faces

My Banker, he knows things are afoot
Silent and quick he steals thru the door
With a worried look
At a loss he wondered what his mind was for
And, in the end had a wild ride with his Coffee Cup
I'm SURE!

Jim Strong 10 09 08

Sensing New Life for Our US GRANT

Wealth and weal from the land of steel
Has slowly morphed to the land of steal

Grain once raised for our hungry crowds
Now sails the seas for other crowds

Our coal cars roll for anothers' fires
We seem to be all tied in wires

Yes, digital's our game
Edison and Einstein see all in awe
Electrons must flow
And we once conscious lose ourselves in cold cyberspace

Our swords and plowshares once common and proud
Now risk coming from elsewhere, flawed and dull
Like castoffs from afar
Which they are

It's Marx and Engles at the fore
However did they reach our shore?
A Northern Command now opens its eyes
We ourselves in a new guise

How will we ever get it back
With horses tired and traces slack
Electrons dwindling and cyberspace fading
Once more I dream back
Once more on this day, it is US GRANT

Jim Strong 10 09 08

Smiling Queen

Yup, it's a foul T-shirt, cruddy whiskers, some crust in my eye
I focus so badly, it's drudge to my eye
It really is Drudge upon the screen
So dusty and spotted he can hardly be seen
The news and its writers so columned and clean
The markets are sinking, like never been seen
These days all scrambled, I never get sleep
I'm going back to bed with my Smiling Queen

The Boss he's a'callin, our stock has fallen
Our thinkin' caps on for the Market Caps gallin'
All fingers are flying, the keyboards rattlin'
Are secrets kept, there's fear of TATTLIN'

The cigarette burns, its' smoke slowly risin'
I think of teepees on the horizon
Times of old bows beckon so well
It is hard to think in this living financial HELL
I crush the half-burned expensive weed
The tv sounds like it's Boss Tweed
Once again

This money stuff beats all I have ever seen
Yes I'm goin' back to bed with my Smiling Queen

Jim Strong 10 09 08

Marxist Coup, Adieu?

Not suspected this Marxist coup
It was all so subtle, smooth, and so suave-oo

The banks will all be government owned
The whole world awaits the annointed one cloned
The houses long gone, new occupants planted
Only greed wanted it all with Power for granted
Like water over a fall...to
To

Thirsty waders, all hungry, angry, sunburned, ragged and all
Anxiously waiting for Manna to fall
They get in a new house waiting line
Government redistribution so sublime
Their wish so surprising, not what it seems
Wakes all so crudely, to vanquished dreams
And neighborhoods filled with unappreciative ones
This time the deeds really been done?

Some politicians and revolutionaries have been of like mind
Born in the dark with no light of reason
Biding their time and planning all seasons
Their machinations have all led to treason

Houses for all and medicine for free
Money need only be picked from the tree
The sweat of hard workers is for someone else
All will live in the same crummy house

No Congress is needed with the messiah to be
His wisdom and grace we are told will be
Lies vacant truth will be soon to see
For the so-called messiah is only the same hack
As the worlds' seen so much of before..They're BACK!

Jim Strong 10 09 08

SETTING TO SEA IN A COLENDER BOWL

Setting to sea in a colender bowl
Clenched tight together these fear gripped souls
Wide-eyed and breathless
With mouths gaping and speechless
Their departure had been indeed, careless
...And hasty....And hapless

The drop had consumed their total worth
Paper printed proved an ultimate dearth
Their plans were grand, the stand had been proud
Now, they're lowest lowest and nearly bottom bound

Dodd, Frank and Cox had done their best
Pelosi had screamed her nastiest
$700 billion had not met the test
Swirling faster down into the Earth
The Federal Reserve sucked dry
Has fatally faded under the scud-speeding sky

The Italians a world meeting seek
Having spotted the fatal leak
A new order is what they seek
Wish we all could have a peek

Each time the powerful President speaks
The markets expand the fast flowing leak
It's instant answers we demand and seek
Leaders' wisdoms are not so shiek
With their every vowel....
The markets, they howl...and shrink

The colender floats further from the shore
Ever lower that's for sure
Bernanke and Paulson white and grim
Bail with both hands against a loss of trim
Now small, distant with a final list
For... they are now one-inch from disappearing into historys' mist

Jim Strong 10 10 08

Oil, Ships and Letters of Credit

Friction-free as Popeyes' goil,
Simple humor, yes, easing the toil
Barrels flowing, rolling and emptying each day
A satisfied world lives well, but the cost isn't hay

Miracles of the modern age, Hooray!
Ships sail smooth, oil greasing the way
They line up like ducks as they near the port
Gettting to dock is the worlds' best sport

Clogged letters of credit now threatening the flow
Now everything's going slow
Shaken bankers now huddle and whisper
It is now time to fear for your sister

Clogged ports growing tight
All trades in fast flight
Workers vainshed to hills afar
We clench our teeth and wish on a star

While we smile about Olive-oil
We cringe in fear, now, about our oil
For low riding ships now crowd our offshore horizons
And we restlessly sleep with our oil-filled visions

Needed good news instead of somethun' gallin'
Oil and hay they have now fallen!
The Bloomberg news now smiles today
Not seen often these days
Boy! Oh, Boy! We're going to pay!

Jim Strong 10 10 08

My Last Dollar

The crumpled and balled bill left my hand
Its' value nil, its future sand
Sped along its perfect parabolic course
Ricochetted in a dusty cloud, of course
Off the wall with no sound it fell
To arrive amidst the others that had flown so well
Swell

An end so sad
No more use to a bourse
Won't even buy a ride on a horse
Its green intricacy hidden now from view
I remember a pocketful...a slew

For the dollar has met its end
Its gone fully 'round the bend
And to the can I have no more to send
It's for sure and certain.... THE END

Jim Strong 10 10 08

Bloomberg Girls

I do not know their numbers anymore
The come and go, I can't keep the score
Shiny beautiful faces with moving lips and phrases so quick
I don't see how they keep their lipstick

Eyelashes flutter and papers nearby rustle
Damn, I sure know they can hustle

Rapid info they pass around
I am speechless, can't utter a sound
It's so un-bee-leev-able
My mind spins, it's so in-cal-cul-able

With numbers so sad and mass info to sort
I am on mental abort
My Parents wisdom comes out of the blue
Memories wise stock my mental stew

Kaleidoscopic defragmentation conquers my mind
The beauties swirl with their moving lips and phrases so quick
They won't disappear, try to think of St. Nick

Oh, those beautiful faces with moving slick lips and phrases so quick
In their secret mind they are thinking of that significant other, maybe it's Dick.

Jim Strong 10 10 08

It's Architects They Aim to Be

It's architects they aim to be
With all our money it's plain to see
Bernanke and Paulson powers to be
It's architects they aim to be

Ayers and Rezko are main in a fresco
A fresco Ferguson sees as so risko
He's building a case, so powerful and tight
A big ones' plans are about to take flight
RICOs reach is long and tight
A slippery ones' past is not so bright

Bernanke and Paulson powers to be
Care not who the President be
All power surrendered by Congress you see
Bernanke and Paulson have no need to flee
For its architects they aim to be

A new world order is coming you see
Piles of dollars far as the eye can see
Building castles of power as housing crumbles, you see
Yes, it is architects they aim to be

Forty billion a month F and F must buy
Our economys' smoke climbs in the sky
The bailout screams as letters of credit die
Our money, our credit on the fly

It's architects they want to be
A new world order for all to see
It's so stupid and dumb with their spastic thumbs
The whole country is taking TUMS

The banks may close, a holiday free
They need to be strengthened with our dollars you see
Dollars as bricks sing their song to be
For its architects they want to be

Printing money is as sweet as honey
THey are ready for that now, Sonny
With unlimited ink, it'll be done in a blink
Really! Yes Really! Before we can think!

Slowly we are all beginning to see
It's not us they are serving so well
It's money and power and in a castle to dwell
For they are building hard and they are building fast
The castle high in which to last

The castles' moat will be wide and deep
After all it will protect the keep
They need it all to build their dream
Damn it all we want to scream

Yes it's architects they want to be
Historys' angels for all to see
And they cannot get there at all you see
Without picking our big money tree
For it's architects they aim to be!

Jim Strong 10 12 08

I am publishing some reader's poems. Want yours published? If so,
what name do I use?

Elaine
On Oct 12, 2008, at 7:39 PM, Anthony Oertel wrote:

> My name is Anthony Oertel. I understand the American empire and
> economy will collapse soon. However, I have written some haikus that
> may last forever. I would appreciate your opinin of my poems.
>
> Sitting in a room
> Unfamiliar to me
> Sidetracked by daydreams
>
> Her skin's smooth terrain
> Traveled by my fingertips
> Again and again
>
> Brown eyes shine brightest
> In the absolute darkness
> Of a tortured soul
>
> I built a new soul
> Using the remaining pieces
> Of my broken dreams
>
> I always wanted
> You to fall in love with me
> But did not know how
>
> Spirits pass through me
> On the same wind traveling
> Over my body
>
> The road I travel
> Can't know my destination
> But it supports me
>
> I get close to you
> You lean forward with a smile
> Our eyes close to kiss
>
> Moonlight and midnight
> Walking downtown boulevards
> Under neon lights
>
> Under troubled skies
> People scurry for cover
> Leaves dance on the wind
>
> Sometime memories
> Reappear in night's quiet
> And I can't escape
>
> San Francisco night
> Two birds fly past my window
> Your face in the fog
>
> Lovers in search of
> Barren, isolated places
> To hide broken hearts
>
> A lie silences love
> As an empty heart echoes
> Sobs of betrayal
>
> I know what I've found
> Every time you're around
> Sight, touch, taste and sound
>
> You lost one lover
> You thought it was all over
> You ran for cover
>
> The night air crackles
> A footstep breaks the silence
> We are on our way
>
> Naked emotions
> Am I only what I feel
> When I look at you?
>
> The small of your back
> A sweet spot for massaging
> S-shaped oasis
>
> We walk through a dream
> Two shadows from one moonbeam
> We're not what we seem
>
> I awake at dawn
> A lonely companion
> To my surroundings
>
> Wild nights by firelight
> Smoke and sparks jumping upward
> To a cool climax
>
> We meet on the street
> You put your arms around me
> We walk hand in hand
>
> Rain on the windshield
> Rainbow in rearview mirror
> Black cloud overhead
>
> Without a shadow
> Love can stand unrecognized
> In the light of day
>
> I'm on the outskirts
> Is there a map to your heart?
> A road paved to love?
>
> Wake me up slowly
> As the darkness disappears
> Around you and me
>
> I sit in silence
> Listening says, "I love you."
> Louder than my words
>
> An inner vision
> Only when you close your eyes
> And see past the dark
>
>

Comments

[CL]

A little satirical comic relief

http://tinyurl.com/3fwgsr

[Buffalo Ken]

Below is poem of sorts I crafted for what its worth....Peace, Ken.

_________________________

OK, so what you wanta say.....U mad. U bad. ya good.
ya goddogflog. yo ugly. yo ain't friendly
you sad little shoe -- busted up blue
crazy for nothing cept a few.....
well i say: get out of the way
Honestly. U no good for no-one & no-body.
U a nothing. A nutty nothing of no value.
Get a life why don't ya.
Quit pushing your way on us.....
We don't want it and we gonna start working
2-gethER: With or Without U....little baby w-one.....(& the rest of ya...)
yo Momma - yo real so real momma is mad & sad, & she ain't playing no more - not u "1 way"...it aint gone be yo way
cuz u b pushing yo way...pusha i gonna push u away....

[Buffalo Ken]

Here is another - not exactly reproduced, but best I could do...and since poetry was in the title, I think I have standing....anyhow..

____________________________

A Poem that expresses my sentiment -- January 19, 2008
Retribution

My will must be yelled the pompous who
Wield the strings for we are the elite few
They did as told and chuckled with spittle
Oh how stupid are the small and little
What a marvelous lot we are on top
Superior we are; we can’t be stopped
Pass the wine; the wine of blood
We’ll do as we please for the rest are but mud

******

Out in the field toiling away
A lonely voice cried out – there shall be a new day
A knowing wind blew coming from the east
It spoke of the pompous who as nothing but a beast
The lonely voice was picked up by the wind
And carried aloft across lands and ocean
Others chimed in and soon there was song
Music of harmony no longer lonesome

*****
The numbers grew exponentially
The strings were cut discriminately
Flapping in the wind the strings wound together
The chuckles were hushed by the foul weather
Ropes had been formed in mysterious solution
The time had come for justified retribution
The few felt fear…it was all they knew
The ropes pulled them in; a solution so true.

__________________

end of poem

[Buffalo Ken]

I have a few others (poems) plus some other stuff at the site that you can get too if you click on my name!

Peace,
Ken

P.S. I loved my weekend in Linville Falls, NC. I love NC with all of my heart - its in the south, I'm from the north, and I love North Carolina.

[Elaine Meinel Supkis]

We laughed at your rapacious rap routine, Buffalo Ken!

And your other poem is much more civilized. What happened? Ran out of booze? hehe.

[GK]

Egyptian Masons discover secret of building pyramid and controlling people.

This secret lives today.

The Da Vinci code or the Mason version of King Solomon control you.

You must obey. Back to Work now Slave.

http://www.henrymakow.com/carl_teichrib_and_the_joseph_p.html

"All the cultivated land in Egypt became the property of the crown, and the people farmed it for the king, giving him one-fifth of the produce. "

[Buffalo Ken]

Elaine - thanks. I've decided I'm going to try to mainly be an occasional poem poster when it comes to "Money Matters" - some of this stuff is out of my league. Poems are so much less tedious, and on occasion (especially if they are on topic) they can truly "capture" other perspectives without being too offensive and sometimes can help lighten the mood (we need this)!

Yes, I have been running out of booze a fair amount lately (probably for my own good), but I've got a batch of wine that is now clarifying in a glass carboy (I'm planning on bottling this wine Halloween week) plus I'm going to get started on a batch of "belated" Oktoberfest beer today!

Peace,
Ken

P.S. I think I understood some of what you posted regarding "the south" on that other article. When I was young and moved to Charlotte from Buffalo, let me tell you, I was a fish out of water. It is a whole different world in some ways, but over time "the south" has grown on me, and even though some roots run deep, new roots are always getting established. Eventually the newer roots can become more vital than the older....

[Elaine Meinel Supkis]

As always, whenever I talk about reality and history, a huge number of readers go off in a huff.

So it is probably time to write deeper stuff about how racism created the New Republican Party.

This is what I call 'the great change-over' whereby all the Democratic racists migrated from the Democratic Party to the Republican Party with Nixon actively courting the racists even though he personally despised them all.

It is a very sad story as well as annoying. For this migration also killed the unions that protected many white workers who would far rather have social superiority over blacks than economic power over the Establishment Bankers who are the real powers within the Republican Party.

[Reimund from Berlin]

Elaine, maybe you should move to Germany. You will find strong unions, state funded health care, state controlled housing, state controlled media, and son on. I am sure Hillary would love it too.

[Dutch Missionary]

"Woe to them that devise iniquity, and work evil upon their beds! When the morning is light, they practice it, because it is in the power of their hand. And they covet fields, and take them by violence; and houses, and take them away: so they oppress a man and his house, even a man and his heritage"

--- Micah 2:2

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