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 Jul 2021
Graff1980
Our society is a symptom
of the sins of sick men
passed on to the next generation,
a slow disintegration
of our once hopeful nation
that never lived up to the principles
it was founded on.

Even when it sounded strong
it was always acting wrong.
The melting *** where
ingredients only belong
selectively and retroactively
when it's convenient for those empowered
by our corrupt society.

It's such a privilege
to witness and write this
practically garbage reflection;
I'm allowed to be witless
because of my whiteness
and dismiss any mess
that doesn't conform to my biases.

While political hucksters,
those suit and tie wearing
evening tv tricksters
these diseased minds,
news magicians
that claim thinking is sedition,
war is peace, greed is good
and only a seditionist would
question their perspectives,
talking points that are as fluid
and as gross as the bile and congestion
the curdles in my stomach as I listen to them.
While the fox news orators swim in,
stinking sewage, women and children
keep sinking, drowning in an ocean
of crippling poverty and emotions.
 Jul 2021
Graff1980
As of late I haven't heard
frogs croaking, a bird chirp,
or a single word
from someone
who hasn’t been hurt.

This pandemic has become
a sickness of rigidity and frigidity
in the face of human suffering,
leaving my entire being screaming,
seeming to be on the verge of combusting,
from the longing of loving the void;

While I am annoyed
by the corporate sponsors
who make immoral monsters
out of our political masters,
those pandering *******
who keep lying to you;
Then go on doing
what the corporations tell them to.

It’s a wasteland of confounding factors,
lots of knowledge but ten thousand stages
of played out bad faith actors who are after
wealth, pleasure, privilege, and power.

Old milk souls who are soured,
and so filthy with corruption
that not even a million showers
could clean the blood off their hands.

I’m certain no one really understands,
and I am tired of trying to hold their hands
and walk them up to the promise land
of wisdom, love, and compassion.

So, I spend the only currency
that has any true value to me,
time, energy, and creativity.
Then give it all away freely
hoping you will finally see,
what it means to be a humane human being.
 May 2021
Lawrence Hall
Lawrence Hall
Mhall46184@aol.com
https://hellopoetry.com/lawrence-hall/
poeticdrivel.blogspot.com

                        A Student Walkout with Hissy-Chants

But

I heard of one student who refused to go
Who bravely thought for herself, and so said no
And she’s the one student I want to know
Doggerel is itself, hey, hey, **, **, what do we want, when do we want it, blah-blah.
 Apr 2021
Graff1980
Ignorance
is a sharp stark
spear to my
blood gorged heart,
the mess where I store
all the artifacts
I abhor and adore.

It is a corner covered in
all the tools used
for bludgeoning
all of my resistance
to a pulpy gore.

A set of stupid statues
sitting in a row
not seeing, hearing,
or speaking what we know.

The bane of my breath,
more horrid than death,
as I dull then destroy
that aspect which annoys
me greatly.

As I read and study,
veils remove themselves,
waters recede and I see
the once drowning
clown version of me
empowered to be
a lot godlier.
 Apr 2021
Graff1980
I am awed by
the forest green
glowing sheen
of spring’s clean
reflecting force,
as I am defecting
before the door
slams shut
on my creative luck.

I can overdo it,
get convoluted
till my rhymes
become diluted,
and my thoughts
become polluted
with alien intentions.

Swearing I am
too sophisticated
for those who
are frustrated
when they read me,
but they can
see through
the tricky ****
I try to do.

If it is
a zero-sum game
then I lose,
when I choose
to slowdown
and work through
the background noises
everyone else
forget to listen to.

In fact, I
overestimate,
exaggerate,
to inflate a debate,
that does not
exist in this place,
to try and say
something worth
expressing in
a beautiful verse.

But I am just
playing with words,
and they do not
love or need me,
nor does my
poetry or
my society,
both will survive
without me.
 Apr 2021
Graff1980
You’re preposterous
when you foster this
archaic hatefulness.

If you want to wait a bit
I’ll debate your rhetoric,
and we can fix that logic.

I’d like to settle it
if you listen my friend
so we can begin again
to set a healing trend
and mend the bonds
broken by those who conned
Americans into believing
that the poor people
were the ones deceiving
everyone.

I’m not settling
for a world that is
less than unified.
I won’t let my
compassionate love
be denied the right to thrive,
this is spot on which
I live or die for what is right.

And if you refuse to listen
I’ll just write another version
of the same poem.
 Apr 2021
Graff1980
Current movements
move men
to acts of destruction.

When acting on passions,
we ask people in passing
if this wit with which
we communicate
is enough to elaborate
our currently confused state.

The saturation of the markets
marks this as some capitalistic *******.

Mixed messages of messed up maxims
and the memes of mad men, fallen children,
and land barons,
of the lost bounties
once saved for sharing
the hearts made for caring,

but we will rebuild good will
in these soiled fields
by replanting the seeds of those
who rode the roads
from which we came,
who plucked the rose
from which the thorns grew;
Then bleeding passed along
the wisdom that they knew
could help us be better.
 Apr 2021
Graff1980
You don't bend
or work to make amends
with old friends.
You just muddle through
to the bitter end
cause it's a quitter's trend
that's got you shuffling
from one day to the next,
one nap with no rest
blank sheets cause your tests
are nothing.
 Apr 2021
Graff1980
I'm not winning by spinning
weird rhythms in the ninth inning.
This isn't a champion’s beginning
for some super sports saga.

There will be no happy ending
as the credits roll on to an upbeat song.
I maybe strong, but this world is wrong,
and a heart that beats for justice
will certainly get crushed quick.

On the uptick, I’ll fix my own ****
and get on with living in the world
that greed and ignorance broke.
As innocence gets crushed under the yoke
of the a cross our leaders swore salvation brought.
 Apr 2021
Graff1980
The chaos is a creation
of indistinct figures,
these fallen formations
of monstrous
proportions,

abstract static
beats that are
automatic,
matter of facts
that lack
any clarity.

I am looking for
something
that is more
of a rarity
than diamonds
and gems,
some truth
staring back at me
that unclenches my teeth
and takes the scream
out of the pillow
I laid my face in.

That yankee
dandy daydream
isn’t satisfying,
it’s really
only a rally for
rich men
who are lying.

So, why the ****
do I keep on trying,
keep on crying
for some sort
of order,
the kind you
proport
angels report
to a higher being,
when I haven’t seen
******* thing
to make me believe
god exists.

So, as the bullets rip
through innocents
and right wing pundits
spin this creeping chaos
to suit their purpose,

I propose we end this
illusion,
this great god and state delusion.
 Apr 2021
Safana
A sickle moon and star so
far
Together a little token
precious symbols from the sky
Millions followers have spoken.
Love and Peace the goals
they are
Never more another war.

May we have peace on earth.
Shell✨🐚

(C) April 14, 2021 Solange Loe-Sack-Sioe
A gift from someone with beautiful white heart and pure social understanding. Thank you Lovely Solange✨🐚

♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️
🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀
 Apr 2021
Graff1980
Picture yourself as a prophet of sorts
trying to revive a dying discourse,
writing enlightening verses while
studying to improve your own style,
thinking, reading, eating, and seeing,
digesting then changing what you are believing
in the face of new knowledge that you are receiving.

Imagine yourself struggling to create
poems and ideas that counteract hate,
to fight off the arrogance of those who just take,
whilst battling against your own arrogant state.

Picture your paradise then deconstruct,
look inside out so your mind doesn’t get stuck,
remembering we all can work to be better.
Humanity can be an alphabet of good intent
if each vowel and consonant is well spent,
written and given like a love letter
proclaiming life can be something greater.

Rest for a moment and dream for a second,
remembering diversity is the stream that we spring from,
it is the catalog of songs that sing some
beautiful intentions and creations into existence,
the inspiration that keeps us moving forward
as earth, space, and grand mind explorers.

Take my hand metaphorically speaking
and rise from the shadows of pain that were keeping
our brothers and sisters in pain from the chains of oppression.

Its’ a strange game, but let’s play love tag
and give our hearts and art away to say
it is time to change and make this world
a far grander place.
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