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Poem Details | by Tim Smith |
Categories: love, political,

Would You

Scrolling and scrolling the scripts slipping in seduction of the scene seen or unseen deflection not to mention reflection mirrors don't always appear to be or not to be drastic times call for drastic measures an ideal idiom of sorts depending on who's cause effects the cohorts a false dichotomy on decline no one gets to run or hide even they can't pick a side ________________ I digress as I undress the distress and distraugt being taught but is any of this right why is there always a fight I'd rather spread peace and love not push, not shove so in the shadow of hate I simply wait stripped down and nude join me, would you?


Poem Details | by arthur vaso |
Categories: america, angst, death, eulogy, horror, power, usa,

I Love Guns

I love Guns


Guns make us safe
Guns are rights and freedoms
The more guns, the more freedoms we shall bear
Every man woman and child should be armed
So that we are all safe
All schools should be armed
Teachers, Principals, Janitors, arm them all
The finally we can relax
in total safety
knowing we are all armed
I say give arms to the amputees too

Gun control is socialist and fascist
We registers cars
Houses
Pets
Bikes
We have banned toys
We regulate all kinds of things
Yet we are free
Totally free
Because we all have our right
To bare arms
Ask Kim Campbell! she agrees!!!

Not only guns
They must be automatics
The more bullets you can empty out of a gun 
the better
the more freedom you shall feel
Its called projectile dysfunction


And........any man with a high IQ
Need's an assault rifle
Why of course to outsmart those ducks and turkeys
I firmly believe in a fair fight
Assault rifles to catch a duck
common sense to me
Quack quack

Guns have rights
Own a gun you have double rights
They are made to kill kill kill
Did I say they KILL?
Nothing more, nothing less
I need that right

Any child killed by a Gun
is only because we haven't enough guns

By the way
Children have no rights
Kill em all for all I care
as long as I have my rights

I am not concerned with facts
Evidence
Or the humanity of it
Is all about my Guns
Why
Cause I love Guns
More than humans
And thats my right
No matter how wrong it is


Poem Details | by Tilahun Taye |
Categories: how i feel, lost love, political, rap, sad, truth,

Make this life easy

How long will it take for you to see
Life is just an illusion, it’s gonna pass eventually
The flesh is just a lie
Eventually you’re gonna die
But your soul will live on
Rejoice in this don’t mourn
God made you to die 
It’s why you were born
Last night GOD spoke to me
Your pain will end soon, so brother don’t worry
This world will soon pass
None of this is gonna last
But the word of GOD will live on
From the dusk till the dawn, on, on and on
He said pity the living, not the dead
I replied back to him
I meant no disrespect and this is what I said
Imma hold my head high and do my part until the end

So make this life easy
This life is just a lie
Soon you’re gonna die 
So why you killin him for
He’s just another brother, another lost soul
Just make this life easy
Just make this life easy
Just make this life easy
Just make this life easy

Sister and brothers on streets
Instead of helping them get on their feats
We’re worrying about ourselves
It’s an endless cycle
man’s just looking out for himself
It seems clear to me
That nobody is free
Rich, white, black or poor you’re all the same to me
Trapped in a prison ruled by money
Don’t you think it’s funny 
Endless numbers and papers rules us 
We’ll never be happy
It’s not a mystery
The world is falling apart
I want it to end already, when will it start
Until then I guess I’m going to do my part
So while you’re here just make this life easy

So make this life easy
This life is just a lie
Soon you’re gonna die 
So why you killin him for
He’s just another brother, another lost soul
Just make this life easy
Just make this life easy
Just make this life easy
Just make this life easy

This poem is inspired by Tupac's Life Goes On.


Poem Details | by Brenda Atry |
Categories: introspection, political, war, war,

Urgent Call for Love

 Urgent Call for Love

The evil axis has been burning
Who rules the land? It’s now very vague.
The second son must get out of old Al Sham
And meet the hungry jury in The Hague
The puppet is hanging by his last string
And the judgment day is sure to come
Forty thousand martyrs will be singing
As they join me in my urgent call for love.

The war machine is pregnant and is bloated.
Money births an icy, rigid son.
He grows up in the muck of all this madness,
It arms its addled brother with a gun.
In my world, war is not an option,
Let’s end the chaos with a silken glove
Murdered angels soar among the heavens
Please join me, in my urgent call for love.

I’d love to build a mass market dart board
With mug shots of the Senators and House
I’d load it on an App and shoot the darts off
With the quiet, perfect clicking of my mouse.
How can these servants bow before their master?
When Moses had already freed his tethered load?
Make them testify before the one judge
And answer to our urgent call for love

Some years ago a scholar lost his lectern
Because somebody stole my vote away
He spoke his truth in defense of climate
And was told let’s fix it later, not today
When the perfect storm came a calling
It blew our measured lives and hopes astray
 My Mother, here’s an olive branch and white dove
I surrender to the urgent call for love.

The pleading skies and rivers, they have warned us
Their voices rose to wail their tortured song
The veins of life, they have been all corrupted
And darkness has been blinding us in fog.
Insanity bathes in its make shift chambers
It soaks in a vile and filthy marble tub.
Please join in my call for our salvation,
I am humbled,   in my urgent call for love.

Brenda Atry 1/1/2013 copyright pending


Poem Details | by Danielle Wise Baxter |
Categories: faith, family, friendship, love, native american, nature, nostalgia, political, religion, old, old,

Two Old Friends

Dusty roads and fresh grass
summertime rodeos approaching fast
riding with a friend down on sandbars 

A piece of hay hanging out of his mouth
though some trapped water, out the other side
I had forgotten this wonderful life

I still see some twenty year old boy helping me up
now a sixty year old man rides in front
pointing all the changes in the last five years

I could not believe what time I lost
4 am to a cowboy is not early enough
my pants soaking wet my boots fixed

We rode on down to his dads favorite spot
to meet God when the sun comes up
we turned to face it and did not say a word

God's spirit was the only thing we heard
as earth to air, and water to fire, met in the sky
right there two old friends prayed to God



 


Poem Details | by Andrea Dietrich |
Categories: political,

What I'd Love Now to See

My small way of showing anger for this year's circus of an election process: I recall when George Bush had to duck a thrown shoe, or he may have got struck. What I'd love now to see is some dog take a pee on that dump of a TrumpWhat a schmuck! for the the Political Ordeal Poetry Contest of CT


Poem Details | by James Fraser |
Categories: angst, death, family, father, history, hope, husband, life, loss, lost love, people, places, political, sad, son, warhome, home,

Average Age 19

Once again, the powers that must
In rise again in what we trust
An overseas conflict, another war
Just what in the hell are we fighting for

Families are asking, Korea has just passed
Generations again reft, how long will it last
A country in need, to rebuild again
Flags at half mast, in wind and rain strain

Once again into war, sent by the Washington Post
To send back reports to hit home the most
Military observers were the first to be sent in
Another chapter of man entering existing sin

I'm witnessing our ariel power, Lam Son 719
US planners determine their incursion, saying all will be fine
Along the Mekong River, we'll carpet bomb their supply trail
Tons of munitions and napalm, this spread surely cannot fail

Many sorties are being flown, for the wounded and the dead
Whilst Nixon and his cronies, aren't thinking with their heads
The news of losses has reached me, nineteen have been killed
Eleven missing, fifty nine wounded, more American blood spilled

Seven fixed wing aircraft, more sons in action loss
Whilst back at home more protests, fading the dyeing's gloss
To to this job that I do, I was never prepared for this
To witness such bloody scenes, and ignore that life is bliss

How can I write about a soldier, whose name I'll never know
Killed at nineteen years old, his family he'll never see grow
Or even explain to his parents, when carried from the AH-1
His body bullet riddled and limp, when lifted it bloodily run

I never went back to the theatre, called the Vietnam War
Having witnessed the wanton killing, what were we fighting for
This colonial conflict that started, us on the side of France
So many came back as strangers, many to live in trance





James Fraser's entry into the contest " WORLD OF WAR: VIETNAM "



Poem Details | by Deborah Burch |
Categories: allegory, love, people, philosophy, political, prejudice,

The Colour of Love

The Colour of Love

Kaleidoscope of spectrums
On the outside..looking in
There’s only one colour—Love—
Bound by prejudice.

Archaic transmutations
Bequeath this cancerous blight 
Upon each generation
For mass genocide.

Rose-coloured glasses can not
Tint the mind of the insane…
Only the revelation 
Of true love unveils.

deborahburch©
07/24/2012 


Poem Details | by Jim Pemberton |
Categories: dedication, depression, devotion, faith, family, forgiveness, friendship, happiness, hope, inspirational, introspection, life, lost love, love, passion, people, political, religion, social, uplifting, god, people, time, bible, bible, god, people, time,

There Was A Time We Weren't Ashamed Of God


There was a time in America, when the Bible was taught in the schools. The ten commandments were displayed, as “God’s set of rules.” There was a time in America, where the cross could be displayed. Even in public places, people came together and prayed. There was a time in America, there was no “church and state” separation. As people all across this country asked God to help this nation. There was a time in America, where people knew right from wrong. You could see it in the way they lived, and could here it in their song. There was a time in America where one was proud to be a Christian. One could take stand for holiness, without coming under “suspicion.” There was a time in America, when mom and dad were together… Now, any kind of a commitment to marriage seems lost forever There was a time in America, where many were proud of “tradition.” There seems to be a lack of any kind of “spiritual nutrition.” There was a time in America, where so many could proudly say; “I’m going to read the bible and go to church on Sunday.” This is the time for America, to wake up and try to understand. We need to seek God right now! All over this land! This is the time for America, to listen and begin to hear… The coming of our Lord is drawing ever so near! NOW is the time to seek the Lord, while he may be found! The word of God needs to be read in every city and town! Won’t you too seek God and listen to his voice today? Simply give him your heart and life… This could be YOUR day! By Jim Pemberton


Poem Details | by Owen Yeates |
Categories: political, world, write, peace, love, peace, political, together, write,

Join The Party

I’m inviting all of you here on Poertrysoup
To come and join the party, we’ll be a wonderful group
Not a drink and dance rave that’s no good at all
A political party we won’t be too small

We could oust the governments and dictatorships
When we get our act together they’ve had their chips
For we could write a manifesto in verse
We’ll tell the truth but would that be a curse

As I read the words of all my friends out there
I know that we could show a lot more care
President and Prime minister we have them both
All ready to stand and take the oath

The poetry party has many women candidates
Who could hold their own in any political debates
So why not do it join forces hand in hand
Make the world a better place by what we planned

With all our wisdom, love and peace to offer
We could fill every last country coffer
Stop the starving from dying due to government greed
All together we soupers could succeed 

With a depth of poets who could make people smile
Under our banner a better world by a mile
For we who write see the problems ahead
We can lead through the maze instead of being led

So come on guys shall we give it a go
Show the lying politicians what we know
Turn the world from hate and war
To love and peace we could I’m sure


Poem Details | by Neldy Jolo |
Categories: dedication, education, history, life, love, nature, nostalgia, peace, people, philosophy, political, sympathy, visionary

BACK TO ORIGIN

People are commonly different
Symbol of diversity piece
Pure race doesn’t exists

Color and creed are just an identity
Believe only in human history
God sculptured them from clay

People are equally created
Having many opposites
But respecting others taste

When everyone is treated equal
Nothing appears but peace in hand
Discrimination, disunity and, suffering won’t be born anymore

Written to advocate to suppress racism
Bandar Sandakan, Sabah, Malaysia
10:30-11:00 am, November 1307, Tuesday


Poem Details | by liam mcdaid |
Categories: blessing, feelings, god, hate, love, peace, war,

An empire strikes back

War is a time of great conflict 
bringing so much misery and suffering 
to a generation of people mistreated
on their knees in it's wake 
prayers are calling to Heaven 

Where the innocence of children 
becomes tainted 
no longer having a voice 
little ones confused
scratching behind the ears 

Silence there dwells
hate filled secrets buried 
under the carpet of lies not revealed 
from the unspoken truth 

Invaders are tyrants 
dressed in suits no doubt 
employing soldiers 
brutally abusing their powers 
given unto them by the peoples vote 
With no morals how does society stand a chance 

They are blind unconscious 
to their acts and deeds of mercy 
Sitting on their high seats of office 
Purely a stand up joke 
with false handshakes claiming peace
 
Stealing is not a God given right 
quoting justice seeks answers 
We have all been deceived 
Democracy of the poor struggling does not exist 

I call for world peace 
Address all issues 
laid out on the table containing truth 
The day for nit picking is over 
End this shameful bloodshed and violence
because there is always two sides to every story 

Victims of racism 
no blacks 
no dogs 
our race came lower classed than animals 
shame on your envy of our father's faith

Kept down for centuries 
Sold as slaves of little worth 
I am a writer of my times 
Where everyone 
should have a voice equal 
not hiding in the cupboard 

Love in God's light 
has taught me morals 
thou shalt not steal 
or take what does not 
belong to you pride 

Hate with the demons 
you dwell crying 
over your own spoiled milk 
Where was Europe 
during this crisis time
when human rights
became violated on our soil 

As a child to have a gun 
pointed at your face 
is down right cruelty in the act
twisting acceptance of arrogance 
through the vision of my eyes 
looking down a barrel at me 

Even yet years later 
they remain silent 
why I ask myself 
when the grass is cut 
before your eyes 
into addressing murder and child abuse 
big issue to act on 
in realities fact
the reaper of truth sheds light always


Poem Details | by Gerald Dillenbeck |
Categories: culture, love, peace, philosophy, political, science, integrity,

Aquarian Age

Did our Age of Aquarius evaporate,
fail to regenerate,
to resonate,
fall too far short of what our parents
knew we should anticipate?
Free love could not sustain
weak non-violent resolutions against
whatever busyness was for.

Yet, if love is synergy,
mutual gravity,
and creation is this co-passion's regenerate transgeneration,
how could love cost more than free?
How could co-redemption not invest everything
in learning how to cooperatively Be,
free of enslaving supremacist becoming,
free to come together as ecological We?

Those who stop to count these costs of love,
look for ways to divest of co-opportunity,
ignoring Earth's mentoring economy
of light's photosynthetic comprehensive consciousness,
of neutral's dark unconsciousness,
a fog bank evaporating as double-binding time and rhythm
pattern and color RNA's free-fractal love connection.

If Time's eternal unfolding presence is 0-dimensional,
and Nature's bicameral perception is 2-dimensional prime,
bicameral form with function,
ego emerging from eco,
yang incarnating double-yin,
reiterative communicative processors
borrow RNA's decomposing 3-space with 1-time prime bilateral dimensions,
equivalent seasons;

Shy winterish Uracil of Universal freely decomposing love
greets Cytosine's full summer-formed regeneration,
as objectives greet their past and future subjects;
while Adenine painlessly springs
for Guanine's lavishly com-posted integrative harvest,
as verbs form fractal-recycling nouns,
verbal con-science revolutions,
relearning Earth's organic language,
by echoing universal polypathic syntax.

Universal monocultural power of governance
becomes a Left-brained dominant and reductive tyrant,
an Emperor reified of clothes
to cool His naked Ego-thirst.
However,
when power remains integral within co-passionate,
climatic,
gravitational integrity,
synergetic uniting cooperatism,
then naked power conjoins dark yin-time-ations,
shy bigendering romantic camouflage,
re-birthing this post-millennial 
gift-it-forward 
Age of Aquarius.


Poem Details | by John Long |
Categories: allegory, death, friendship, life, lost love, love, political, song-death, words, heart, death, heart, kiss, silver,

Silver Thumb

She’s  the girl, the girl with the tender touch
A spider's touch
Such a cold thumb
Beckons you to enter her web of sin
But don't go in

colorful  words she will pour in your ear
But her  lies can't disguise what you fear
For a silver man knows when she's kissed him
It's the kiss of death from

Miss Silver Thumb
handsome  man beware of her heart of silver
This heart is cold

Silver words she will pour in your ear
But her lies can't disguise what you fear
For a silver man knows when she's kissed him
It's the kiss of death from

Miss Silver Thumb
handsome man  beware of her  heart of silver
her  heart is cold

She loves only silver
Only silver
She loves silver
She loves only silver
Only silver
She loves Silver


Poem Details | by Gregory R Barden |
Categories: america, appreciation, corruption, humanity, love, peace, political,

Six-Word Couplet Series


Hard To Recognize
America's face, battered..
Freedom's image, shattered.



Feeding Frenzy Fodder
Foundations of Democracy,
Shredded with hypocrisy.



Party Over People
Lady Liberty's fears,
Weeping rusty tears.



Truth Will Out
Veracity's tempest blows..
Treachery's warmth, expose.



Martin Luther King, Jr
Simply shaking hands..
Shook humanity's lands.



Mohandas Karamchand Gandhi
Pauper's sole directive..
Brotherly love's perspective.



Jesus Of Nazareth
Red phrases spoken,
Old covenants broken.



Jesus, Gandhi, MLK, Jr
Simple doctrines - LOVE..
Humanity's grace, thereof.



Still, Hope Remains
Trustworthy faith's unshakable,
Love, steadfast.unbreakable.



Our Lasting Legacy
Humanity must embrace,
Single.HUMAN race.



FACE The Truth
The answer's clearer,
In.that.MIRROR.



(I Must Apologize
Forgive me, critically,
I strayed.politically)




~ 4th Place ~  in the "Six-Word Couplet Series" Poetry Contest
Mark Toney, Judge & Sponsor.


Poem Details | by Ian Petch |
Categories: introspection, life, lost love, people, philosophy, political, sad, social, visionary, wartime,

Mirror with a Gun

Cast attention on the dreams we have caught
They’re nothing of our own
Filtering our hearts right through the dark
Until we give in to the unknown

Casting lights upon the pointless death
In the wars that we’ve become
It’s so sad to see what will really die
The part we kill because we run

Cast attention on the lies we create
Manifesting every fear
Will these walls protect me from the pain?
Will the static drive the tears?

Casting lights upon the obvious truth
That we can’t remember love
Because every notion that we think is right
Was not handed from above

Cast our questions into timeless stone
It’s time to walk away
Step again into the lonely dark
It’s time to feed the pain

Casting spells that only weave an end
This is what we’ve become
Friendly faces that will kill again
We’re just a mirror with a gun


Poem Details | by Michael Jordan |
Categories: death, health, history, life, loss, people, political, socialworld, people, love, people,

The Evoultion of Learning (Part Two)

As long as various people run various nations
There will forever be war
What the world needs is one leader
A common man who believes in the working class
As well as the Lord
Instead of one Nation under God
Lets make it one World under God
And just let each individual decide what he or she wishes to call that God
So I here by nominate our dear friend Vince Suzadail Jr.
The first candidate of the new world order 
He seems to have the best Political views I’ve heard
And I think he alone could do a much better job
Than all the leaders of all the nations are doing
At least I’m certain he couldn’t do any worse
And that way all the super intelligent people devising ways 
Of destroying our world
Could find something more constructive to spend their time on
Like raising a crop or milking a cow
Saving a child or helping elderly with their needs 
There are plenty of folk who need a hand
Lets all start offering them ours instead of cutting theirs off
I’m just a simple man
My actual world is very small
My family, friends and neighbors
I love you all and hope you know I’ll do anything for you I can
There is no malevolence left in me
I know how to make and use a shank, zip gun or small explosive
But I’ve learned not to
For I’ve learned to think with my heart and soul
They do a much better job than my mind
I just wish the great minds of the world
Were smart enough 
To figure out what I have
And learn to love with all of their hearts


Poem Details | by Roof Missing |
Categories: love, political,

Trump's Little 'Read' Book

 The book of Trump is little read for minions are just fools,
As dropouts in the school of life, they don't have any tools
That rise above them cheating friends, to read is off the chart,
Humility is not a friend, and whoring's only art.

Agree with Trump?  You're great! Cool guy! And if you don't, a foe,
The poor are trash, to serve's a joke, and virtue's just for show,
He says that paying tax is waste, then throws shit in the fan,
It's hard to sabotage what works; Trump does the best he can!

Trump's nepotism's a disgrace, but stupid works for him,
He'll lie and cheat right to your face; his brightest lights are dim!
Life isn't fair unless he wins, to tie a kiss of death!
He'll pardon guilty just for fun! Decay his sweetest breath.

He'll sacrifice own flesh as bait, as kibble for a shark,
And dress up daughter to a T, then use her on a mark,
There's only one life in this game and Trump is there to win,
So take off clothes, expose your throat, this vampire sucks your sin.

My Dad complained that Democrats all vote for Santa Claus,
But Donald's fans seem truly worse, obstructors of our laws!
These "People Of The Lie" (1) would bring the nation to its knees,
Perhaps last hope, the wise will vote, the future begs you, "Please!"


Long Tooth
May 24, 2018

Poet's Notes:
(1) "People of the Lie" is a book by the famous Christian author MScott Peck that gives us the stark warning that Satan's real power is not in acts of genocide like the Holocaust, but in the power of a simple lie that seems to so unimportantA lie is one more termite that eats away at the thin veneer of civilization, and makes us vulnerable to rot and decay! Vote your heart my brothersThe lesser of two evils may yet save the day! Though it's a small thing, your vote is not a joke!


Poem Details | by Gerald Dillenbeck |
Categories: destiny, humanity, love, nature, political,

If Truths Acclimate Climates

Truth is a fertile feisty feather 
pushed off to the academic side.

Truths are climates of feathers
within which creative co-empathic minds transgenerationally reside.

Owl Medicine

"At the beginning of the twenty-first century,
for the luckiest
people who have ever been born,
[high-risk and opportunity for co-empathic ego/eco-consciousness]
it seems that our passionate pursuit of individuation
has reached its apex [EgoLeft YangDominant climax]."

"We have discovered that we are [also] part of a vast,
complex,
multidimensional
[polynomial, polycultural, polypathic, polymorphic, polysymbiotic, polyphonic]
fourteen-billion-year process
that is [climate creolizing] evolving right now, 
as ourselves."
[AND Other AND Earth
as WinWinWin ego/eco-cooperative ecopolitical
positive/notnotnegative-therapeutic resolution]

"And our ability to recognize this vast [healthy/pathological climate] trajectory
that lies behind us
and that still lives within us
allows us to appreciate
the tremendous significance of the [great transitional] moment
we are [evolving] in."

The awakening of this evolutionary
[dipolar co-arising (0)-sum ego/ecosystemic] comprehension
shatters the postmodern predicament."
[Concerning creative design
as more sacred-divinely trusting omnipotence 
or more humanely natural-empathic copresence 
co-arising within Earth's ReGenerative Tribes;
and our positive answer is Both-And Yes!].

And it is up to those of us who recognize this liberating [dual-destiny] context--
the luckiest [bicameral balancing] people in the world--
to make ourselves available
to the [co-arising] energy and [co]intelligence that has,
over tens of thousands of years,
patiently cultivated our human capacity
for higher [and deeper listening] consciousness
and [Tao of Revolutionary-ReGenerate Zerocracy] cognition,
so that it [regenerative healthy ecopolitical intent]
can take the next [cooperative networking WinWin] step,
through us and as us."

Andrew Cohen, "Evolutionary Enlightenment, pp83-84, 2011, SelectBooks


Poem Details | by Jim Pemberton |
Categories: confusion, dedication, depression, faith, family, happiness, history, hope, inspirational, introspection, life, loss, lost love, passion, people, political, recovery from..., religion, social, teen, uplifting, urban, god, god, love,

Our Country's Soul Is Being Torn Apart


Our Country’s Soul Is Being “Torn Apart”

The very soul of America is being “torn apart.”
It’s a problem that’s striking at our very heart.

There’s a “blowing wind.”  A “time for change.”
As the country’s moral fabric is being “rearranged.”

As many question what the true meaning of life is for…
Many don’t seem to know what’s wrong or right anymore!

As so much pornography is allowed into our homes…
The moral decay is “eating” right at “the bones.”

Many have a hard time “defining what marriage is.”
So many are really “messed up” in how they live!

The news seems to be “fascinated” by man’s depravity…
Leaving a huge vacuum of a monstrous “moral cavity.”

Many who attend church want what’s
 “soothing to their ears.”
A God of holiness and righteousness
 is what they “fear!”

As we look around as to what our society is becoming…
God’s judgement is soon!  It is surely coming!

We must come back and leave all of our “false idols!”
We must come back to the God of the Bible!

Jesus must be our cord of love the forever binds!
It’s only in him can we find true love for our minds!

It’s only in Jesus that we can find a purpose and meaning!
It’s only in him that we need to put our
 trust and start believing!

He is and always will be the right choice to be taken…
Without him, our country’s is “doomed and forsaken.”

He brings healing and righteousness
“beneath his wings…
He is what we truly need!  
He is our EVERYTHING!

By Jim Pemberton


Poem Details | by Gerald Dillenbeck |
Categories: beauty, earth, earth day, health, love, paradise, political,

Doing the Math

When I was eight
I knew Paradise could not be merely secular humane
and yet be justly and omnipotently divine,
when a Great Horned Owl
breathed her last sacred breath toward me,
left alone
while she flew away
to where I would thinly follow
in my robust adult time.

It took me eight cycles of octave eight
to realize why
Paradise must include multiculturing nests for fowl
and ecopolitically cooperative seas for fish
and surf's bilateral co-gravity
eco-measuring timeless here and now eternity.

Because a monocultural Paradise
would be polypathically oxymoronic,
an economically and nutritionally ridiculous metaphysical paradigm,
not ecologically sustainable,
not even basic harmonic balance
because not multiculturally
and polypathically 
or polyphonically healthy intelligence
of regenerative/degenerative ecopolitical design.

Everybody knows that Heaven
begins and ends in an organically holistic Earth Garden,
with zero-balanced degenerative waste stream,
yes?

So how does denying our climate
and Earthscape wasting pathologies
help us become the ReForesting Paradise 
we might cooperatively become
through healing these dissonant
decaying apartheid anomalies
together?


Poem Details | by Leo Larry Amadore |
Categories: education, fear, friendship, inspirational, love, people, political, science, social,

A Call to Action

from "The Waking" by Theodore Roethke:
"I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow
I feel my fate in what I cannot fear.
I learn by going where I have to go."

Queasy anxiety, a fearful edginess of dread,
an old and omnipresent sense of doom
taint the times that random opportunity affords
to slip convention's chains, to openly proclaim
a saner point of view, a logical rejection
of muddy, inane thinking, of tradition-bound
adherence to stupidity's insistent songs
that perpetuate a myriad of wrongs.
Let there be no turning back; face the fears, be the change --
for diversity, humanity, acceptance, brotherhood,
and love Explain, support, convince Break the silence:
come out, come out, whoever and wherever you may be!


Poem Details | by Shanity Rain |
Categories: absence, angel, betrayal, business, car, career, celebrity, change, childhood, dance, death, death of a friend, dedication, devotion, england, farewell, fear, first love, for him, freedom, friendship, funeral, goodbye, grief, heartbroken, history, identity, international, london, miss you, money, murder, muse, music, mystery, new york, peace, political, power, remember, rights, spiritual, tribute, truth, visionary, wisdom,

he is leaving home

                            
                  In great respect of the band I grew up listening to
                       as sure as Mom passed down Saturday Chores 
                      for I had been chosen to scrub bathroom floors `

                    Yet a familiar sound would bring me to keep scrubbing
                       The red album, The blue album , The White album 
                        ThenAbbey Road , always remembering the sad look on
                  Ringo's face ,  something hard to understand underneath~
                       
                      I get it now, what you were saying all those years ago ,
                    the many sad lonely tears , secret tears , secret fears 
                    For Maxwell's Hammer was a real one It wanted silence

                    Going back.remembering when John Lennon died 
                      I was in Arkansas saddened with the world
                      Then seeing his face saying " Drag isn't it " 
                      Nothis was not my hero in music and song

                      he was a stand in hired William , he filled his shoes 
                      bringing diversity to create so much beautiful music from loss

                       One left standing , alone;; grief struck on back cover ~
                       The other identity hidden, tried to be part of.coming together
                                                                                                                                                                        
                            his  world of secrets
                        He to suffers today , in fear , Faul~
                       
                        Too many years gone bylet us tell the TruthLet us be free
                         The very sad long and winding Road ~
                         Let us Bury our real Paul

                         No more " Mystery tour "
                             No more fear 
                                Let him be in peace ~


           Inspired by " The Last Testament of George Harrison , Is Paul Dead ? "

                






Poem Details | by Verlena S. Walker |
Categories: life, political, slam,

LOVE, PEACE, AND HARMONY

Discrepancy is an economic thing Have you ever known this to be anything else?
Money is the great separator of togetherness Man rob, steal, and kill just for the feel of its illicit presence Woman will sell, which defines exploitation; steal from you, and lie on thy neighbor for just a little wealth.

These concepts are aspects of someone’s life.

Crime becomes escalated and mental health becomes the strife The minister said within his blackness, “There has to be a better way.”  However, there is no reason for this other than the lack of fulfillment and/or greed.

As a poet and philosopher, I respond, “We have to help everyone to overcome poverty.”

Note, the media and academia went on “The Tour on Poverty.”  When they reported out, they showed how the Great Depression of 2008-2009 had effected the workforce and the home front.

Why are we not upset to see people living in poverty?

Academia stayed east and this made it seem that north, south, and west were the greatest downward spiral Therefore, I present to you The School of Social Theology.

The School of Social Theology is a new school of thought that states poverty is melodramatic to us not being there for our family and what friends we are.
We live well but we do not offer the same to all.

The School of Social Theology seeks eradication of social injustice to state poverty must end If you are working to end social injustice, today will not be the same as tomorrow...

A fight against social injustice is a fight for social justice!
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Sponsor: Charlotte Puddifoot
Contest Name: 	Random Mix 


Poem Details | by Gerald Dillenbeck |
Categories: anger, fear, health, humanity, love, nature, political,

Who Are You

In the Work That Reconnects,
we have a dialogue exercise
in which Person A asks Person B
"Who are you?"
several times over a few minutes,
as it feels right to reprime this exploratory pump;
then person B does the same for person A.

The person hosting, facilitating, enabling
this reiterative question's redundant possibilities
is merely an echo-present listener,
noticing diversity within these multiple evolving responses,
without judging good, bad, ugly, or even indifferent,
quietly hearing rhythms of longing for love
between the crippling cracks of anger and fear,
compelling and compiling self with other hatred,
pathology.

The question,
Do all these diverse self-descriptions truly fit
this same love vanger-fear polyculturing elephant?
does not usually arise.
Rather,
we accept all these scrabbling voices
and hats
and feelings
and ideas
and beliefs
co-occurring within one bilateral
positive-health vnegative-pathology mindbody ecosystem,
seeking diastatic fullness
richness,
poly-empathic
polymorphic communication,
design, development, co-empathic investment,
and cooperative-integrative implementation outcomes,
at the end of this elephant's rhetorical day,
if not sooner.

Why is this not always the case
when we ask our friends and families,
our public sector leaders 
and financial sector investors,
"Who do you hope we are becoming?"

What loves are we preparing to invest in 
and which past angers and future fears to divest of?

What indicators can I give
that I already invest in cooperatively regenerate health
agendas,
platforms,
designs and intentions,
co-mentoring therapeutic diapraxis
of which I preach so positively to others?

I know you support restoring regenerative health to our soil
and preserving clean water,
as I do.
So does it bother you,
as it does me,
that we still contaminate our water with poo and pee
instead of investing in nutrition-starved soil,
where both could be positive resources 
countering past neglect and abuse,
rather than doubly-negative pathology?

We say we support cooperatively vibrant and healthy local economies
and empowering political vitality,
so does it bother you,
as it does me,
to so often hear "either-or" deductive reductivism
and wonder why not first cooperatively consider "both-and?"

I appreciate what you just said
and I wonder if adding X might make your idea
even better.
Do you agree,
or maybe you see concerns for yourself and others
new to me,
of which we might learn together?

Could a cooperative election or social change campaign
begin with compiling interdependent hopes and wishes
and loves of Who Are You?
thereby more smoothly avoiding stuckness-traps
of fear and anger and dissonant pathological constipative outcomes.

Could investing both-and cooperative communication norms
better lead toward co-investing in healthy wealth,
politically strong-embraced policies,
procedural and dialogical transparency,
polyculturally inclusive design and development and discernment
of poli-eco-logical therapy
vmulti-morphic pathology;
co-arise local through global health outcome networks,
diastatic eco-normativity,
embracing each and every sacred Person A and B response
to Who are we?


Poem Details | by Neldy Jolo |
Categories: devotion, family, forgiveness, happiness, hope, inspirational, life, lost love, love, nostalgia, political, sad, sympathy, war

HOME OF TYRANNY

Blood of martyrs dried in the plains
Died in the Valley Mountains
Fighting for independence

Injustices felt when migration arise
In the island of pearls
And in the land of promise

People were put in chaos
When their land grabbed out of laws
Immigrants view as dominant foes

Once an oasis of freedom
Is now a doom of ignorance?
When tyranny became lord of the land

People were driven out of their post
Were given just pinch of hope
To live life in woe forth

Oh the never ending story
Of the endless tyranny
Please leave this home happy!

This poem is dedicated to the people of Sulu and Mindanao
KgBahagia, Sandakan, Sabah, Malaysia
5:35- 6:35 pm, November 1307, Tuesday


Poem Details | by Jim Pemberton |
Categories: bible, character, christian, community, confusion, corruption, dedication, depression, devotion, faith, family, feelings, forgiveness, freedom, friendship, god, grief, happiness, heartbroken, heaven, history, hope, identity, inspiration, introspection, jesus, life, loneliness, lonely, loss, lost, lost love, parody, people, political, recovery from, relationship, religion, religious, sin, social, society, sorrow, sorry, today, urban,

Man's Corruption God's Redemption

Man's Corruption.. God's Redemption!

The Bible speaks of man's sin and corruption.
That's why God has offered us, his redemption!

The heart is desperately wicked above all things.
There's an evil corruption that sin brings!

The Lord searches our heart and tests our ways.
He watches our lives, all of our days!

There's nothing good in ourselves.
Not now, or ever!
Without God's mercy...
We're doomed forever!

But, through Christ, there's a way and a plan!
He made this available to every woman and man!

His gift of salvation is a message of love, made clear!
The coming of Jesus Christ,
 draws ever so near!

We can trade our sinful corruption, 
for a new way of living!
Won't you come before the Lord,
with a heart of giving?

Giving our life to Jesus,
 is the best thing to do!
By his power and grace, you can be
made BRAND NEW!

I'm thankful for his salvation! 
 Mercy has been applied!
Because of Christ' death on the cross…
I'm now sanctified!

By Jim Pemberton   


Poem Details | by Shanity Rain |
Categories: absence, america, art, books, business, celebration, celebrity, christmas, city, culture, dedication, depression, family, farewell, farm, feelings, film, freedom, goodbye, growing up, history, home, house, i love you, image, life, lost, money, music, native american, new york, paradise, patriotic, people, places, political, pride, today, tribute, truth, usa, world,

young American days


              
                   To be in a young America ~
           visions of a ship upcoming statue of Liberty
               the young lad holding tightly to his Mothers leg
             in all excitement of a new Land to call their own
      celebrations of apple pie and fireworks on the 4th of July 
          
             thoughts of the old Hollywood on screen 
                films without 3-D costing less then a dollar
        Greta , Monroe , Betty Davis eyes tantalizing blue glare
       The Wizard of Oz or books written by Steinbach, Capote, Mark Twain

             exciting new visions of creating new concepts 
                 before Capitalism bought all little ones to bigger
           songs came from the hills of Virginia to the black Mountains
               surfacing in Tennessee for all to hear and wish to see  

          The day when one travelled by car on the road travelled
             every town a story told , learning history we once shed blood 
         American Indian tears to the British man whom choose freedom of taxes
            Boston held a tea party , now wishing they threw out marmite instead
 
         The day when we knew our neighbors and bought homes with a paystub
             Everyone had a chance to make their own with pride , even through wars
        When Martin Luther King stood proudly as did President Lincoln for Freedom 
             How many streets have been named after the man whom had a dream ?

             When milk was delivered on doorsteps in Glass bottles 
                 Babies wanting the very first of the top being cream 
             leaving doors open , watching news with your family at 6pm
                cartoons were shut down and it was now grown up time 

                      Cereal being a cheap snack for after school 
                         school supplies costing twenty dollars 
                      Grandma school clothes shopping for fifty 
                   before the internet , cell phones , and text for hello ~

                         2 week Vacations not afraid to put up Camp 
                Christmas sold in December with the sentiment of Love not money
        a day when if one were sick , you could actually get penicillin without question 
         The Doctor treated everything calling it General Practice no fear of Malpractice 

               Never forgetting our Motor city  
                 Old Ford Trucks Chevrolets and Dodge
                  The city that brought Ottis Reding and Marvin Gaye 
               

                     What happened to us ?  Where did America Go ? 

                   

         
  


Poem Details | by Jim Pemberton |
Categories: america, bible, celebration, celebrity, change, character, christian, faith, forgiveness, freedom, fun, god, hope, identity, introspection, jesus, life, lost love, love, marriage, passion, patriotic, people, political, pride, rainbow, relationship, religion, religious, society, sorrow, world,

God's Purpose of the Rainbow


There’s many people who claim they’ve nothing to “hide!”
They tend to use the rainbow
 as a source of their “pride.”

But if you read in the book of Genesis, it is revealing.
God’s purpose of the rainbow had a different meaning!

The rainbow was there when much
 of mankind disappeared!
There was a promise of God that was so very clear.

He promised to never again destroy man with a flood.
This was his promise.. An extension of his love!

It was never intended as his approval for perversion!
Mankind still needs a Jesus filled holy conversion!

The colors of the rainbow can’t wash away sin’s dark stain!
This can only happen by the
 power of Jesus’ name!

The colors are beautiful…  But man’s heart is filled with deceit!
Without the soul cleansing power of Jesus… 
 We’re never complete!

No court decision can give the freedom that many desire!
Only the power of the cross can
 change you this very hour!

The only way to find equality with God, is through the cross!
Without his words of truth…
We are forever LOST!

Look past the colors of the rainbow!  Seek the power of the blood!
Then you too, can be changed from
 God’s power from above!

By Jim Pemberton   


Poem Details | by Dan Keir |
Categories: allah, angel, angst, confusion, dream, education, faith, freedom, god, happiness, health, heaven, history, holocaust, hope, humorous, imagination, inspirational, introspection, jesus, journey, life, lonely, loss, lost, lost love, miracle, nature, on writing and words, pain, peace, people, philosophy, political, prayer, recovery from..., religious, sad, spiritual, stress, success, sympathy, teacher, time, write,

Haikus About God: III

Beauty of nature
Why condense it down to God?
Isn’t life enough?