Archive for May, 2010
May 28, 2010
B.P.
My Blood Pressure reaches the Boiling Point
Before Panic sinks in,
Billions of Petroleum dollars and gallons
Billow Pollution to no end.
Black Puffs cloud the Gulf and our minds
Beyond Putrid recognition,
Bigger Profits for bottom lines
Betray Public’s true suspicion.
Bastard Parasites suck the Earth
With Business Partners on Wall Street,
The Bleeding Planet cannot stop;
Brash Politicians pander greed.
Over the hills Beyond Prosecution
We’re Beneath Petrol’s contempt,
Busy Polluters Buy Politicians
Before Prurient payment’s spent.
May 9, 2010
This Mother’s Day
I sent a bouquet
To the biggest mother of them all.
In West Palm Beach,
His radio speech
Goes out for Right-wing calls.
He’s not a she
As you may believe,
But still a mother by unusual ways.
He doesn’t wear a dress
At least in public I guess,
But attacks liberals and gays.
This dumb mother,
Unlike any other,
Takes medication to keep him insane,
And for all his power,
I will send dead flowers
Since evil lurks inside his bad brain.
So as he lies and shouts,
This dumb mother doubts
That his anger keeps him so castrated.
At the sound of the flush,
We hear that Rush,
Is just a “mother” that’s half hyphenated.
May 9, 2010
RentBoy Dot Com
(As heard from George “Family Research Council” Rekers)
George Rekers
Picked a pecker
From RentBoy dot com.
Mister “church”
Felt the urge
To grease the 23rd Psalm.
“My back is bad,
My baggage lags”
Was Reker’s unholy plea;
“The boy is here,
But I’m not queer,
I have a Christian ministry.”
“My only plan
To lend a hand,
And help the boy with the Lord,
For twenty k
I’ll find a way
To stow his eight inch sword.”
“But now I ask,
You do not cast,
The last stone at little ole me,
My escapades
Don’t mean I’m gay
I’m just a fan of hypocrisy.”
May 1, 2010
since Read Write Poem is now history, Babbling on in Babylon has taken a journey to Writer’s Island to join a group of poetic castaways.
The first official new prompt is: MESSAGE IN A BOTTLE… pretend you found a bottle washed up on the beach here at Writer’s Island. Tell us in your words (poem, prose, flash fiction) about this message.
The Message is the Bottle
What was once transparent,
Now floats in a sea of crude,
The Earth Hemorrhages and cannot stop
From greed of man’s attitude.
The fish, the shrimp, dolphins and whales
Are casualties of the bottom line.
The bottle conceals dirty deals
For capital all by design.
How many bottles make up a gallon?
How many gallons does a barrel make?
It starts with making commodities
So profits roll in with the wake.
The message is the bottle,
As the bottle-nose dolphin dies,
Drill baby drill is momentarily lost
As the Earth bleeds and cries.
The Loyalty Oath and the Oil to Loathe
In the mirror of juxtapositions,
We see the face of the energy war.
It’s not the reflections of Osama bin Laden,
But Exxon and Mobile and more.
It’s the face of British Petroleum,
And Shell and Chevron that we see.
It’s the coalition of the filling stations
That exploits the Earth for greed.
It’s the Loyalty oath for the Big five,
As the president spouts “clean coal”?
A public servant for corporate order,
Who will cleanse the sins from our soul?
Poison pumps push the needles
In the oil fields off our coasts,
If you listen you can hear dead silence,
As marine life turn to ghosts.
The Big five plunder their poison pumps
For their economic loyalty oath,
But the mirror shows a sick planet,
From the lies and oil to loath.
