Poets & Politicians

semi-artistic humor written as means of poking fun at we Poets, Politicians in general, & left wing political activist Noam Chomsky & right wing political activist Noam Federman ...

Poets and Politicians

Written By Marvin Thomas Cox-Flynn de Graham

Copyright © 2015 Marvin Thomas Cox

DBA: Marvin Thomas Cox-Flynn de Graham

All Rights Reserved

Say,

Hey you,

Did you know,

Poets and Politicians,

Are really two of a kind,

Speaking words of mystique,

To all who possess shallow minds,

In euphemistic wondrous shades of gray,

How can you interpret, what, might, may,

Be the intended meaning, of games they play,

Silvery slick devils, ink dipped pens in hands,

Ready to speak at every whim, every command,

Cloaked, so that none may see, no not you, not me,

Smoothly oiled imagery, disguised, to insidious degree,

Blinding all to the building, of this, poets are politicians tree.

Do you behold,

What I've told,

Is not a poem,

But a revealed noam

Removing all superstitions,

And dark secrets, of Poets and Politicians?

Poem: (n.) a composition in verse, esp. one characterized by

a highly developed form and the use of heightened language and rhythm to express an imaginative interpretation of the subject. http://www.rhymes.net/rhyme/poem

Noam: In political activism: * Noam Chomsky, linguist and political activist * Noam Federman, right-wing political activist. en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Noam

(Written November 3^rd, 2012)

Author's Note

Hello The Howdy, from Smalltown, Texas ... This site entertains the notion of Featured Reviews ... Great ... This day and moment of time, I dare to offer a FEATURED REPLY to a welcomed review long overdue in light of Jacob Erin-Cilberto's long awaited recovery and return to Writerscafe ... Please do allow me ramble and babble proficiently, as follows:

The answer to your pertinently viable question, Sir Ya'acov Erin-Cilberto, is intertwined with the complexities of time gone by of time that was once 2012 that can never be RE-delved, time now passed like a goose passing gas in a honking donkey's joking attempt to make light of that estimation of interpreting every Poet's written self evaluation of her/his self scrawled ever so personally upon pen of page before an age whereof ALL see you (& me) in totalism's reality of who we really be for who and what we say we are, we ain't, we be as you and me, and without that license of lying ass independence, per se, per see, that we would like to think to lend to ourselves, before having made our inner thoughts and feelings a spectacle's spectacle for all the world of Humanity to whittle upon, piece by Poetic piece, as though we were, merely, a most literal piece of pliable wood, chopped, cut, sawed, sanded, shaped, plied, and planed in somewhat ineptly inane fashion of exposing our inner core of who and what we are as Poets: That truest plight of Poet's lore in laying us each bare of no skivvies, no brief's or jockey's underwear, to that freshest air of all Humanity, actually, getting to know us and to show us that THEY DO, INDEED, observe, Xray, and astutely articulate each and every thought of word that we dare to utter and salivate in ink dripping lines of our very core drooled and spooled (with high & mighty quills scrawling ever so longingly) upon page, whether meekly and quietly, or in rant of anger's rage — for there is no hiding, no concealing, the thoughts, feelings, and emotions of intent, meaning, gleaning, nor leaning of the Human Heart inked, penciled, or penned once set before the din that is Humanity's Web of entering in to that realm wherein all men must take care not to sin, not to give concern of whereof and wherein, much less the whys of why they have begun, or endeavor to begin, for fear, responsibility's induced & imbued fear of ending up taken & considered as no more than a fly by night's conman, flim-flam man, or gritty pitiless Grifter as a sifter of Humanity no more trusted and thought of than is, reputation-wise , a used car salesman, or worse (may God [that don't exist] FORBID): A fucking lying ass Politician: The carnal, fleshly, rotten, stinking culmination of all that is despised in any land or any nation, whereof citizens, peoples, & cultures are deceived by those whom they have been led (as in foddered-n-fed) to trust with their very lives and futures, and the futures of their posterity after them ...

Your friend,

Marvin Thomas Cox-Flynn de Graham

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

I feel that most would really like to know what is behind the words of the poet...the politician's meaning?
not so much.

[Marvin Thomas Cox-Flynn de Graham]

The answer to your pertinently viable question, Sir Ya'acov Erin-Cilberto, is intertwined with the complexities of time gone by, time now passed like a goose passing gas in a honking donkey's joking attempt to make light of that estimation of interpreting every Poet's written self evaluation of her/his self scrawled ever so personally upon pen of page before an age whereof ALL see you (& me) in totalism's reality of who we really be for who and what we say as you and me, and without that license of independence, per se, per see, that we would like to lend to ourselves, before having made our inner thoughts and feelings a spectacle's spectacle for all the world of Humanity to whittle upon as though we were, merely, a piece of pliable wood, sawn, sanded, shaped, plied, and planed in somewhat ineptly inane fashion of exposing our inner core, that truest plight of Poet's lore in laying us each bare to that freshest air of all Humanity, actually, getting to know us and to show us that THEY DO, INDEED, observe, Xray, and astutely articulate each and every thought of word that we dare to utter and salivate in ink dripping lines of our very core drooled and spooled with mighty quills scrawling ever so longingly upon page, whether meekly and quietly, or in rant of anger's rage, for there is no hiding, no concealing, the thoughts, feelings, and emotions of intent, meaning, gleaning, nor leaning of the Human Heart inked, penciled, or penned once set before the din that is Humanity's Web of entering in to that realm wherein all men must take care not to sin, not to give concern of whereof and wherein, much less the whys of why they have begun, or endeavor to begin, for fear, fear of ending up considered as a used car salesman, or worse, or worse: A Politician ...

Goddamn-it to hell and f*****g back, Jacob! ... It is so good to have-&-to see you back ... You damn sure have a knack ... For being missed ... And I say that with blessed bliss: You have been missed on the 'Cafe ...

Marve

[Marvin Thomas Cox-Flynn de Graham]

To put it simply: like Politicians, Poets bear a responsibility to all Humanity, a fact that politicians, often, easily forget ... LOL!

[Marvin Thomas Cox-Flynn de Graham]

Please do see my rambling, butt a*s babbling, author's note dedication dedicated expressly to you, and your welcomed return ...