Thursday, December 11, 2014

Thoughts on the Torture Report

Thoughts on the 2002 torture report. I'm not saying everything they did was right, but I look at groups like ISIS and know in my gut some of what they did back in 2002 is far from torture.

Tuesday, November 4, 2014


GO VOTE! I don't care if you are a Republican, Democrat or an Independant. GO VOTE! 

Thursday, October 16, 2014

Check out my latest radio interview

For those of you who missed it, you can still catch my latest radio interview on podcast at the link below.

My latest radio interview.

Monday, September 29, 2014

Growing Tensions in Hong Kong Bigger Threat to the World Than ISIS

As police defend their rough handling of protesters, the growing tensions in Hong Kong pose a bigger threat to the United States and the world than ISIS. I keep pointing this out. Our government and everyone else in the world should be paying close attention to China. If the Chinese don't resolve this growing conflict between communism versus democracy, it could seriously impact the United States and the world economically having a crippling effect not only causing shortages considering the amount of products produced in China, but currency because China is on of the biggest lenders. Nations need to prepare themselves for the worst. Peking promised Hong Kong autonomy when the city state returned to China from the United Kingdom. Now, the ruling communist party wants to reel the Hong Kong political leaders in by offering the people only communist party members as choices during the election with no primaries. Considering the communist Chinese history of military action against dissidents within Chinese and neighboring countries on which the wish to impose their will, the world needs to decide what if any plan of action it will take when Peking attacks Hong Kong with military force.

Wednesday, September 10, 2014

A Poem Years in the Making by a Very Talented Poet Please Share

The Woeful September


Here at Ground Zero,

    my soul could hear

    the fear-sired cries

    of the maimed and martyrized.

Here at Ground Zero,

    wrathful phrases—

    alien as battlefields

    before my being became a being—

    exploded off my tongue,

    and this wrathfulness—

    deadlier than a butcher's cleaver—

    lacerated away love with hate. 

Here at Ground Zero,

    I lamented

    the twin metal-constructed mountains.

    I filled urns with tears for each stranger

    who was assassinated

    by Lucifer-conceived hijackers.

Here at Ground Zero,

    the police, firefighters, paramedics

    and construction workers,

    Archangel-Michael-comparable heroes,

    were trying to sever

    tragedy’s girders

    on the buried masses.

Here at Ground Zero,

    I realized,

    despite the bereavement-filled rubble,

    the brave made the vanquish   

    of numerous natives

    and visitors appear victorious.

Here at Ground Zero,

    our rescuers declared

    why zealotry-impelled cells

    could not defeat a need for

    “Life, Liberty and the Pursuit of Happiness.”

Here at Ground Zero,

     I saw respect remove a woeful wound.


by Bob McNeil

Copyright 2014

Thursday, July 24, 2014

Arab Spring or Arab Joke?

As a concerned American watching more and more depressing news reports from the Middle East, I was taken aback when I recently came across some anti-American propaganda.
The Middle East needs to wake up not America. I was happy when I saw the Arab Spring taking place thinking good for the oppressed finally throwing off the yokes of tyranny, but now you're standing around waiting for someone else to put everything together for you and pointing fingers of blame at one country half way around the world as to why you cannot rise up to the task of rebuilding your countries and forming governments that are not oppressive in their own right? America didn’t get formed overnight by a country on the other side of the planet. We had very little help throwing off our own oppressors, the real imperialists, England, Spain and France to name a few empires from history. We were conquests and territories to be played with like pawns in chess. Once we broke free we didn’t have countries lining up to help us. We had predatory creditors lending to us to reap profits off the new country, and when they thought our guard was down they tried to re-establish dominance over us. Yes, we rose to be a player on the world stage, and I don’t think that happens if you’re asleep; however, my point is look to yourselves not America to be your nations’ salvation. From the outside you appear to be asleep, replacing bad governments guilty of torture, theft and murder with worse governments guilty of torture, theft and murder done with religious fervor. America cannot change your intolerance and hatred of others or your philosophy of destruction. You must decide to build instead of destroy, to live instead of die.  

Thursday, July 17, 2014

My next radio appearance!

My next radio appearance will be August 15th at 6PM EST on Everything Paranormal with Mark and Jeff. Do you have questions about the afterlife? Bring them and join in. 

Tuesday, July 1, 2014

Please share, corporations are not citizens, people, humans, homo sapiens.

Please share, corporations are not citizens, people, humans, homo sapiens. They can not have political beliefs (bad call Supreme Corporation (oops) Court on the Citizens United verdict.) Corporations can not have religious beliefs either another bad call by our life appointed judges to the highest court in the land. Corporations do not have brains ergo they can not think to form beliefs. If these individuals or groups want their rights of religious freedoms then quit trying to have your cake and eat it too. They want the financial protection given to their private fortunes afforded by forming a corporation because it isn't a living breathing entity. People can not seek damages beyond the assets of the corporation thus protecting their individual wealth. Corporations insulate against many taxes and families can transfer the wealth from generation to generation without some of the hangups actual people deal with. The government can fine a corporation, but it can not throw it in jail no matter how criminal (i.e. BP) people can be thrown in prison. YET!!! What these same families want is to pick and chose what laws they follow. They want to be treated as corporations when it benefits them, but they want to circumvent the corporate laws they don't like as individuals. Bull :poop: become unincorporated if you want your personal religious freedoms or political views. What next is our Supreme Court going to give corporations the right to vote? Claim exemption for their children on their tax returns? If the Internal Revenue Code doesn't allow corporations to claim Social Security Tax exemptions for the owner of the corporations' children because corporations can't have children due to not be a living breathing entity then how can the Supreme Court use a different standard for religion and political views. All they did was create a corporate get out of obeying the law card for political reasons. The court which is suppose to be neutral and keep the balance in our government by interpreting our Constitution and Bill of Rights, not the Republican Party or Democratic Party platforms. If you still don't understand how stupid our court ruled then think of this for clarification. If a crazy gunman walks into a McDonald's shooting and a police officer can save a pregnant woman or the cash register, one or the other, the court just told the cop to save the cash register which sadly enough explains everything wrong with our country today. :(  

Friday, April 25, 2014

Honorable Mention Poem

"Not without my Daughter"
(A Dedication to Betty Mahmoody)

Not without hope,
Not without fear,
She knew deep down,
You would always be there.

Not only a Mother,
but an Angel within,
That battled with a Demon,
Who went far beyond sin.

You had the will,
The Creator the way,
To go through anything,
Come what may.

A Savior to others,
and a Blessing thus far,
A miraculous happening,
Just as a Shining Star.

©2014 Mary Poe

About the Author Mary Poe

Mary was born in Apple Valley, Ca to Mary Trujillo, and Arnold Earl Poe, and her mother taught her to read when Mary was around 3 years of age. Her early love of reading and writing continued when she won an award in the 1rst Grade at Oro Grande Elementary School, Ca, for reading the most books/writing the most book reports winning the California Gold Medal Reader Award Certificate and $25.
Mary said, “It was the first year they had introduced that, and my Mother was extremely proud.”
She writes poetry off and on when she gets inspired in Life, and she attended Honors English in college. She is currently working on writing a book titled "Dedication's to the Real Heroes of Our Nation" full of dedication poems to various real life hero's. She was honored to meet David Pelzer and had him autograph his book, A Child Called “It”.
Mary said, “I gave him a letter full of 3 of My Poems and a small blue dream catcher I had personally made for him.”
She is currently a stay at home mother and for 13 years now sells antiques and vintage items on eBay. Her plans are to go back and finish getting her degree as a School Guidance Counselor. Later in her “Good ole' Wrinkled Lady” days, she’d like to retire to Hawaii.

Tuesday, April 22, 2014

Fourth Place Poem

Devil's Kiss of Fire

You think you know me,

I have power in my eyes

And destruction running through my blood.

I'm full of hatred and regret.

Rejecting affection in my wicked ways.

Lightning and thunder is my game

Heartache and suffering is my name

Fire over earthen waters is what I present to you.

Vanishing without one care in the land.

My presence will always leave a scar in your heart.

©2014 Carmen Borrero

About the Author Carmen Borrero
With a great upbringing, She learned to view the world around her, turning thoughts and ideas into penned, written words. Her poetry has been featured in Hardaway High School's Talon Literary Magazine (2000) and the US Library of Congress (2001). Her poem entitle "The Passing of Time" placed in the HBO Sharing the Stories Then and Now Creative Expressions Contest (2002). Carmen received a honorable mention from the Columbus Consolidated Government Rails to Trails Naming/Art Contest (2010). In addition, this is herfirst time entering a piece in The Political Poet Contest. She resides in Columbus, Georgia with her mother, Peggy and sister, Sheila. "I enjoy everything life has to offer, joining in multi-cultural events, attending church regularly, spotting a frog or two, and especially Atlanta Braves baseball- (just to name a few)!"

Friday, April 18, 2014

Fifth Place Poem

I look around

I look around this world and see… so many things crying out to me!

Politics have just became a constant battle; “Who’s right, Who’s wrong?”

Instead of having open-mindedness, people’s stubbornness causes blindness!

People seem to just ignore... what’s going on and what’s in store...

Instead of fighting with each other, open your heart and love your brother!

We need to get together and stand for what is right for this DEAR LAND!

For just this once forget the “Labels”, Stand up for “Right!” Look at the tables!

There’s so much truth in this one call; “Together we stand, Divided we fall!”

©2014 Lisa Koohns

About the Author Lisa Koohns

Lisa Koohns was born and raised in Connersville, Indiana. She attended school at CHS. Lisa enjoys hunting, fishing, gardening and all outdoor activities. She is the mother of two sons; Dan and Dusten Koohns.

Tuesday, April 15, 2014

First Place Amateur Poem


My government is broken
It’s plain to see
A bunch of idiots for the world to see
Unable to compromise on such serious matters
Go away people your vote doesn't matter

Everyone wants to be the boss
All want to win, no one want to suffer the loss
Both sides sit around with stupid grins
Not understanding the depths of which the nation hinge

Sitting around making foolish rules
Lord have mercy on us, we elected these fools
They spend millions of dollars on other nations needs
Forgetting our own not hearing our pleads
It matters not to these worthless fools
They cause us to suffer and forget who really rules

Go out and give your life to protect our land
What you get in return is a empty hand
Come home wounded and filled with despair
You gave your courage to a country that did not care

Concerned only with their own foolish obsessions
Determined to please their own constituents and make new connections
Thus leaving the nation with permanent disconnection

So here we sit in wonder and haste
Wondering how to prevent such waste
A waste of time, energy and money
Only the elected officials enjoy the abundance
I won’t forget them when it’s time to vote
I'll remember when they offered no hope

Beware of Americans who have no hope
Beware of Americans with a good memory and a vote

©2014 Delores Almond

About the Author Delores Almond
Delores Almond is a native of Detroit, Michigan who currently resides in Virginia. Delores occasionally performs "open mic." Delores is currently working on a collection of poetry and short stories.

Friday, April 11, 2014

Honorable Mention


Our world is covered in darkness

Yet it is broad daylight.

No, it is not that eclipse of the sun

It is the eclipse of our dark mind.

It is the eclipse of our gloomy politics and economy,

The incandescence overshadowed by the bushel of civilized prejudice, complex and

We are not black because our skin is dark,
Someone must have thought us dark and called us black!

God nor Science calls us black

We are black because we were painted black.

We are black because the devil is black.

The mistake we made was to accept the epithet, and admit the connotation.

For God is not white because good is white,

White is superior to black so God has to be white.

White chalk is good on blackboard,

So is charcoal on whiteboard.

But the whiteboard is a product of modern invention

Hence, white is superior to black

Not by precedence but by preference.

he who invented the word, 'black'

did not create the dark world.

It is the myopia of our mind eye.

Adam and Eve enjoyed the bliss of naked ignorance.

The serpent and the fruit cured their innocent blindness

Who says white, pure and black, bad?

The rest is history.


White and black are colours,

Both colours have their use.

White can be bad and black can be good

It is all a matter of the use, colours are innocent.

But mixture of white and black is equal to...?

For if black is bad and if white is good,

If dark is evil and white is godly,

Shall we remove the colour black from among the colours of the world?

©2014 Laide Salako

About the Author Laide Salako

Laide Salako is a graduate of English from the University of Lagos, Nigeria, also certified to teach Cambridge IGCSE ESL. He has written a couple of published and unpublished, fiction and non-fiction poems, plays, articles and short stories. His poems have appeared in Foliate Oak Magazine, on Allpoetry and Poetryclub websites while some of his articles and other works are being considered for publishing. He is married with a child and currently the Head of Language Department in Queensland Academy, an international high school in Nigeria.

Tuesday, April 8, 2014

First Place Poem by Bob McNeil

Text to Resurrect Revolution

Countee Cullen

and I are of this consensus:

Prejudice drafts psychopaths. 

Their warpaths 

transfix our people to many a crucifix. 

There resides the reason why

my protest must never relax

from typing its attacks.

Addressed to your psyche, 

my compositions are microphones for

Emmett Till, Michael Griffith, 

Yusef Hawkins, Amadou Diallo, 

Sean Bell, Ramarley Graham,

Trayvon Martin, Darius Simmons,

Jordan Davis and Renisha McBride.

Addressed to your psyche, 

you can hear the murdered entreat:

“Don’t allow another name to join

a homicide report sheet. 

Don’t allow another name to join

a homicide report sheet.”

Addressed to your psyche, 

the compositions 

I’ve written are parts of a bulletin,

the passages transmit 

to our terra firma’s retina.

Addressed to your psyche,

my protest wants life

to evict the combustive

and discriminative. 

If armed with you,

Lawfulness will live.

©2014 Bob McNeil

About the Author Bob McNeil

Bob McNeil recalls, at the age of six, A Child’s Garden of Verses planted a seed in his mental soil.  Now, since the Autumn of Adulthood has descended upon him, Mr. McNeil feels his harvest came in the form of a position as Poetry Editor for BLACFAX and the publication of his two books.  Both of these poetic compositions, Secular Sacraments and The Nubian Gallery, A Poetry Anthology, can be found in various libraries, universities and bookstores.

Bob McNeil was influenced by the Imagists and the Negritude Movement.   Furthermore, even after all these years of being a professional illustrator, spoken word artist and writer, he still hopes to express and address the needs of the human mosaic.   

Besides writing professionally, Bob McNeil is an orator of some renown.  For example, he was the Featured Poet at numerous libraries throughout the tri-state area.  He looks forward to performing again with his spoken word and music group in the future. 

Kindly refer to Facebook, or YouTube for more information about poems, songs and videos.  If you prefer postal mail, Bob McNeil can be reached at P.O. Box 144, Hollis, NY 11423.

Friday, April 4, 2014

Second Place Poem

McDonalds and Disneyland in Baghdad
A critical strike—

Locusts swarm Baghdad.

Hands on general watch point north;

We know the hour.

Onerous change—oppressors change.

And we who walk through the valley of the Shadow of Debt

Shall fear no Skull and Bones,

Though a president’s brain be splayed

Over Grassy Knolls.

History’s violent melody replays

With variations.

From sea to shining sea, We The People lull

On soporific sofas watching oligarchy opera.

Dan Rather serves US polite Pepsi perspectives,

Big Mac American arrogance,

News Cheetos!

We lick orange agent from our limp lips,

O tranquil frenzy!

As embedded recorders with the Pentagon

Daily News,

Laud the 3-7th Cav “mopping up”

Post-nocturnal engagement.

Back home in the Heartland

SUV super tanks hump bumpers, want to run you

Into a ditch. Dodge Ram you!

They’ll Custer you out.

They’ll show you stars and bloody stripes!

“God, Guts, and Guns—American Justice.”

V-8 diesel and United States flag,

Mud flap silver sex dolls and “The Power of Pride.”

Inside the cool cab Limbaugh wipes the Greasy Grass from his chinny chin.

He hardens,

And repeatedly violates Hillary.

God bless our Disney World dynasty!

We sow seedy embryos and reap

Sanitary solace in Fantasyland.

When Minnie minds

The Superstore,

Watergate McBurglars and Enronald McDonalds loot tills

Prevaricate with Goofy excuses,

Blame matronly Mickey Mouse Marthas.

O Dumbo Democracy!

Our Pinocchio president can barely reach

The end of his nose to scratch it.

“Rule by the People”

With money and power?

Plutocracy! In thin disguise.

Who dispatch fighting forces to dominate the globe as burning oil wells rain

Petroleum drops on dead jarheads in deserts;

The dumb grunts die

To advance

Elitist empire.

And We, The Petty Perfect People back on Main Street,

Huff and cower before TV altars

Eating Freedom Fries,


Waving Wal-Mart flags, we cheer the new Grand Opening:

McDonalds and Disneyland in Baghdad.


©2014 Shawn Hamilton

About the Author Shawn Hamilton

Hamilton's primary vocation is teaching, but he has also served as a capitol reporter in Sacramento for Pacifica Radio and has written for the Sacramento Bee and other local publications. He is dedicated to the development of Buddhist principles in the West.

Wednesday, April 2, 2014

Third Place Poem

These Blues
(for Shane)
These blues have covered my window
in black, blocking out endorphin sun
     and soothing rain.
These blues have faded me
to grey, gripping mind
            and squeezing out emotion.
These blues have sent me
past red, pruning thorny anger
            and weeding out soft memory.
These blues have bled me
to beige, blinding me to hopeful sky
            and barring me from restful earth.
These blues, they have wed me
to muffled music, baffling oblivion
            and thwarting silence.

©2014 Taunja Thompson
About the Author Taunja Thompson
Her poetry has appeared in The Cincinnati Poets’ Collective, The Cincinnati Poetry Review, and The Licking River Review.  Her poem “Seahorse and Moon” was nominated for the Pushcart Award by the editors of The Licking River Review in 2005.  Additionally, her work has placed in The Political Poet’s yearly contests from 2010 to 2013, and her poem “Promise” was selected to appear in the 2012 Book of Poems and Drawings on Peace and Justice.  The April edition of The Aurorean will feature her piece “I Dream of Orange.” 
She currently reside in Cold Spring, Kentucky, with her husband and seven cats, where she practices water gardening and Flamenco dancing.

Monday, March 31, 2014

The Political Poet Poetry Competition Awards Winners Announced

 The Political Poet would like to thank everyone who submitted poems for the Poetry Month Competition in Honor of Countee Cullen. Many poems were entered, but only a few could be chosen as finalists. We would like to remind poets having the courage to submit poems makes you winners regardless of placing as finalists or not. Honorable Mention/Finalists’ poems and bios will be posted throughout the month of April. Prizes will be shipped by the end of April.

Bob McNeil
Text to Resurrect Revolution
New York
Shawn Hamilton
McDonalds and Disneyland in Baghdad
Taunja Thompson
These Blues
(for Shane)
Carmen Borrero
Devil's Kiss of Fire
Lisa Koohns
I look around
First Amateur
Delores Almond
Honorable Mention
Laide Salako
Honorable Mention
Mary Poe (not related)
"Not without my Daughter"
(A Dedication to Betty Mahmoody)