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Al Gore, Poet Laureate
KETK -- NBC ^
| December 7, 2009
Posted on 12/07/2009 2:17:36 PM PST by parsifal
In his almost 30 years of crusading against global warming, Al Gore has worn a variety of hats. In roughly chronological order these include: congressman, senator, author, vice president, traveling evangelist, filmmaker, investment adviser, and Nobel Peace Prize winner. Now, with the publication of his new book, Our Choice, Gore has unveiled a fresh and most unexpected talent: the book's opening chapter of concludes with a poem he wrote-21 lines of verse that are equal parts beautiful, evocative, and disturbing.
Here is how the poem begins:
One thin September soon A floating continent disappears In midnight sun
Vapors rise as Fever settles on an acid sea
(Excerpt) Read more at ketknbc.com ...
TOPICS: Culture/Society; News/Current Events
KEYWORDS: algore; bizarre; poetry
Before you freepers get all warm and fuzzy, I wrote a response:
Ah, distinctly I remember,
In was in a cold December. . .
Or, maybe June?
Anyway, in a meadow,
It came to pass
A shepherd sat and smoked some grass.
Suddenly, the blazing siren!
Flashing lights, from far and wide!
Cops rush down the mountainside.
Roughly thrown, and tasered twice.
The shepherd falls with quite a thud.
Thrown face down into the mud.
The shepherd cries. . .
Its just some pot, dont be hard hearted!
Cmon dudes, Lets just relax!
The cop replies. . .
It aint the drugs, your sheep have farted. . .
And you aint paid your methane tax!
parsy, who was feeling poetic
posted on 12/07/2009 2:17:36 PM PST
Come to think of it, he looks like a Vogon.
posted on 12/07/2009 2:20:28 PM PST
(I owe everything to George Bailey)
Alright, I’m having to suppress my gag reflex. Thanks.
posted on 12/07/2009 2:23:00 PM PST
(That's what governments are for: to get in a man's way.)
ping to mock manbearpig later
posted on 12/07/2009 2:23:34 PM PST
by WOBBLY BOB
(ACORN:American Corruption for Obama Right Now)
Outstanding - how... nuanced!
posted on 12/07/2009 2:26:12 PM PST
(My tagline disappeared so this is my new one.)
parsy, the helpful
posted on 12/07/2009 2:36:37 PM PST
(Abatis: Rubbish in front of a fort, to prevent the rubbish outside from molesting the rubbish inside)
I have a much simpler poetic response:
Roses are red
Violets are blue
Come around me Algore
And you'll get a shoe
As time has come to pass
You'll think NFL great Ray Guy
Has kicked you in the ass
Not much rhyming but a lot of reasons ;^)
posted on 12/07/2009 2:40:52 PM PST
by The Cajun
(Mind numbed robot , ditto-head, Hannitized, Levinite)
Cause of terminal idiocy traced to Gore-bull Warming.
posted on 12/07/2009 2:50:39 PM PST
by Iron Munro
(God is great - Beer is good - People are crazy.)
posted on 12/07/2009 2:52:09 PM PST
Once on the plain I decided that I would be wild and free.
With promptings from the CRU, I decided I would be a tree.
posted on 12/07/2009 3:22:39 PM PST
by Little Bill
(Carol Che-Porter is a MOONBAT.)
To: The Cajun
I have a much simpler poetic reply....
Mine is even simpler....
He’s a poet?
Don’t know it,
His feet show it,
posted on 12/07/2009 4:22:14 PM PST
Grade school children do better. He is no Robert Frost!
ALBERT TETZEL GORE
ALBERT TETZEL GORE
To: parsifal; All
Sorry, I missed this post until today.
Here's a poem I wrote for AlGore a while back.
I hope he likes it.
If you like it, you can read more at my blog
You can also Freep mail me to get on my ping list.
Brother Al's Traveling Ecopalypse ShowEstablishment Clause?... Anyone?... Anyone?...
|Once upon a long, long time,
before the age of Man,
The Earth was green
and quite pristine,
an Eden wonderland.
Far wiser creatures roamed The Earth
tooth and claw
and tarpits all
just lived in harmony.
Fireball and earthquake,
glacier ice, volcano flame,
would rip and tear
yet Eden stayed the same.
Then Man, the evil wretch, appeared
with greed and carbon sin,
and market pride,
Man did poor Eden in.
But from patrician pampered privilege
a Prophet answered the plea
a Promised One,
failed doc divinity.
He collated contextless graphs
and false cause photo clips
and made a go
of a roadshow
He soon was Senator, like Dad,
and even became Veep,
Two Thousand went,
and went off the end deep.
Then took the roadshow to the screen
to mass evangelize,
and pushed the vid
upon the kids
and won The Nobel Prize.
Though infidels and heretics
denied The Truth they heard
and dared profess
The Prophet preached The Word.
'Til in the halls of Congress,
His Gospel at last obeyed,
by their will
came Holy Bill
for Carbon Cap and Trade.
So rejoice, all ye brethren,
for His Glory is at hand,
for low footprints
will justly rule the land.
Lightbulbs, trees, toilet paper,
hybrid cars and compost piles,
and eco-Marxist smiles,
Soy milk, organic honey,
Green Delights now all in store,
with no Free Will,
The Holy Church of Gore.
|Brother Al's Traveling Ecopalypse Show, Copyright © 2009 Papa Possum
posted on 12/08/2009 2:56:44 PM PST
by Papa Possum
(Papa Possum's New World Nursery Rhymes: Political Poetry for Traitorous Times)
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