Three Jeers For The Winner
Three jeers for the winner
Who is a clear sinner
And perpetrates madness
Disguised as gladness
He lies through his teeth
Far more than a thief
To send an election
In a ghastly direction
Whenever he speaks he abuses his foes
What his ambition is nobody knows
He builds for himself an obsequious tower
Where mindless followers give him power
When he loses he chooses to stage a revolution
As his ugly way to find a solution
He stirs the mob with fake allusions
To rank injustice with his chosen solutions
He is old and battered with all thoughts scattered
Promoting deception as if it mattered
The law to him is a servile tool
That dutifully bends or breaks the rule
His words are designed to be subliminal
But they cannot deny he is a criminal
Heed him and a wondrous day you’ll get
But that’s a faked transferred epithet
When he wins the world is a dark malaise
That haunts our planet throughout our days
So it’s three jeers for the winner who taints our lives
In the faint last hope that justice survives
Not so, his follies have made him the master
But history will rank him as a disaster
May these words bless you and keep you sane
For the deeds of this winner are clearly inane
Dark Memories
Look around you
At echoes of the past
Do you recall the fascist liberator
Hitler by name?
The saviour
His catch-cry
To make Germany great again
Hater of immigrants
Especially Jews
Restorer of the economy
Provider of The People’s Car
Mouthpiece
Resisting enemies everywhere
How the nation loved him!
And he pretended to love the citizens
More than himself
Strange isn’t it?
How history comes and goes
And echoes?
Yes, we who live now
Must learn to learn
See the evidence of yesterday
As so much significance
Has happened before today
Go then friend
Into the past where lessons exist
Events so influential now
Recall
That fake champion
Of the past who was not a Guy Fawkes
But remember to remember the 5th of November
His Accomplice
Look at him
Note him well
He’s an egotist
A racist
A criminal
A fascist
Uses lies to give him power
Treats non sequiturs as absolute truth
Makes each mass gathering a witching hour
Invents superlatives to give him status
Twists reality in a quest for power
Bends the law to fulfil his plans
Sacks his staff when they learn his truth
Teaches his followers what to think
To crush dissent he wields an axe
Has a troubled mind that cannot relax
Courts allies for his evil deeds
When he wins all justice recedes
So
Heed me now
If you follow those footsteps
Ignore his crimes
Abhor his opponents
Accept his ways
Play as he plays
Shame on you
For alas my friend
I am sad to say
You are in the end
His accomplice
Last Words Of A Drifter
Well here I am
All alone
Nobody needs me much any more
Of not much use to anyone
Once I was in demand
Even to do dirty jobs for a little cash
Travelled around a bit
Slept in parks
Kept on living in spite of my fate
Now it’s over
The journey we all make
About to be ended by old age
Can’t walk well any more
Got an aching back
Can’t lift heavy loads
Homeless still
Can’t see properly as I broke my glasses
Left school early you know
Never had much learnin’
But that’s only for pretenders anyway
Snobs
Who look down on you like a piece of litter
Not me though; I’m no fool
Despite my poverty I’ve been around
Learnt a few tricks
Watched how the big boys do it
Ah yes I’m a with it guy still
Who can change the world
Before he goes…yes
With one celebrated achievement
I’ve voted a fascist into power
Sophistry Exposed
Just listen to you
Pounding my ears with violence
Distortion
Anger
Hate
You tell the truth only by accident
Building a framework of deception
To achieve your own ends
So you thought your plans would work
Your chasm of deception
Would master me
No way
For I am a thinking reed in your hostile universe
I see you for what you are
A lump of wasteful offal in a civic sewage dump
So prattle on, demon
Speak to the wind
I have better things to do
Than listen to you
I see through your grandiloquence
Your counterfeit rhetoric
Your sham virtue
Your humbug
I detect your quest for power
Your ugly narcissism
Your self interest
Your greed
Whenever I listen to you
Whenever I see what you do
So listen to me now
I have never ever ever voted for you
royciebaby
Royce Levi Australian Teacher and Author 
Never were truer words spoken Royce. We need to keep pointing out the lunacy of what is happening in the US! Keep up the good work.
Dear Ros,
Thank you for your support. Shared dreams are one true hope for the future.
Dear Royce,
We have never met, but your wife Joan was my wonderful English teacher for four years at Sydney Girls’ High. I dedicated a book to her (unfortunately but probably like many other books by unknowns, it sold very few copies, but that’s life!). I have a copy too of your book, which I read with much interest. I sometimes check in with your website, especially as your ideas match very closely with my own, and am sorry to see that you are having issues with your health. I also wondered – forgive me if this is sad for you – whether “A Rime of Ideas” indicates that Joan has passed away. If so, please accept my very heartfelt sympathy for the loss of a lovely person who was a source of inspiration and affection for so many of us. I would like to be able to notify all my friends from the Leaving Certificate 1963 too, if this is the case, as I am sure they would share my feelings, and if we could have some notes to share about her life on the Old Girls’ network that would be a fitting tribute to a life well-lived.
If on the other hand I have misinterpreted the poem in question, my apologies, and my best wishes for you and her.
Cynthia Harris
Dear Cynthia,
I am happy to say Joan is alive and well and was delighted with your kind words. She has asked me to apologise for not keeping up with her Christmas letters. She finds life a bit overwhelming at times.
Thank you so much for your comment and support. I am ninety-one and hope to keep writing a little longer.
Regards from both of us,
Royce and Joan
Hello Dad – I think you undersell your poetry. I think that your first poem is going to last beyond any of us as a beautifully crafted testament of what you rightly call a disaster. Most of the knowing world already knows this significance and as you say, the rest will learn in time. Congratulations on your wonderful collection, and this poem in particular! Love, Graham.
Thank you so much Graham. Shared dreams are essential if we are to have a better world.
(I worked out how to post as the real me this time (thanks to Facebook).
Good to hear from you Graham. Write on.
All the bet Graham. Your writing is an inspiration.