Peet Nourjian
Vegilantes
I heard it at the garden gate
Carrots, turnips, all irate
Lettuce, sprouts and green beans too
Angry vegetables in a stew
Footnote On Torture
Water-boarding, dehydration,
Thumb-screws and sleep deprivation
Torture’s a barbaric crime
That needs to end in our lifetime
Hold A Hand, Not A Mouse
Christian Mingle, Jewish Singles
Hindu Harmony, Muslim Match
Finding someone with your beliefs
Seems okay, but there’s just one catch
Far East Gone Too Far
Now they’re hacking our computers
Beijing sanctioning these looters
It’s time consumers turn the tables
Boycott goods with Chinese labels!
Fluffy Snow Friend or Foe
Admit it, we all welcome snow
First flurries cast a friendly glow
That smooth the edges of our world
A frozen patchwork quilt unfurled
Poem: Love Is In The Air
If Cupid flies through certain zones
He’d best watch out for killer drones
The message they send isn’t love
But rather death from high above
Poem: American Idle
Way back in 1929
It wasn’t odd to see a line
Of men in hats with brims down low
Collars up so folks won’t know
Poem: Aiming Higher
We shoot our rifles in the air
The bullets land we know not where
We load them up and aim again
A firing squad of seven men
Poem: Adam Lanza and Mental Illness
When shooting children is the plan
We think of Al-Kida or Taliban
Men of terror who need to kill
Because they feel it is God’s will
Poem: Medical Marijuana Emergencies
While legalizing medical weed They overlook the patient’s need To have some EMTs on hand Who’ve smoked some pot and understand Just what it’s like to get so high You leave the ground and touch the sky So when a 9-1-1 calls in From someone in a reefer spin The Marijuana EMTs Grab their Ray-Bans, [...]
Future Was
Technology, full speed ahead “Embrace the future” they all said Faster cars and wider screens No-iron shirts, oven self-cleans SmartPhones put us all in touch Letter writing? Not so much But then progress reached its peak Losing jobs week after week Robots on the assembly line One laptop replaces nine We thought tomorrow was our [...]
A Christmas Poem
Christ wasn’t born on Christmas Day Forget what all the carols say Or why talk-radio makes a fuss This time of year belongs to us The twenty-fifth of December Is the day kids all remember When the real world ceased to be And gifts appeared beneath a tree A healthy dose of make-believe The sweet [...]
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