"communistic" poems
There once was a black man... Old at heart, he fought verbally and accordingly with bold words, which abbreviated and arbitrated great art! He spoke of activism. Not just racial, and economic racism. He fought against demonic injustices for you, yes, made me see. He stood for principles of non-violence. Acknowledged corrupt government
mileage, European knowledge and college. A philosopher, teacher
and preacher as well as a civil rights leader. When he spoke his words of fire indeed chiseled and inspired. Causing some to conspire and also perspire! Born January 15th 1929 in Atlanta, Georgia. Named in honor of the German protestant Martin Luther. Bachelor of Arts
degree in sociology. Making a mark in doctoral studies, systematic theology. June 5th 1955 This King married Corretta Scott in Heiberger,
Alabama for many to see. Proceeding with four children: Yolanda, Martin Luther the 3rd to be! Dexter Scott and Bernice to increase the peace. Despite the European police, the movements and stressed
protests, the silence, ****** and racial violence. The segregation and interrogations in force, instead of integration of course. Black mishaps, lack of differences in relapse perhaps! Plagiarized and slandered, demised by some of the wise. Accused of communistic ties. Blinded
by others’ eyes and of our world’s twisted lies. Montgomery, Georgia
bus boycott, 1955 was the year. However, forever in disguise, our fear of tears was apparently adhered. From here to near, also all those dear. Mere letters he wrote, from Birmingham jail I quote! From the slums, some of sums, hail and prevail! A creation prevailing into a deriving and thriving nation. Mr. King’s vision of a dream, mission,
opposition, optimism and truism, on our wars, welfare and more. I suppose this sounds honest and fair. Mr. King’s theories and worries in emotionalism, evangelism, humanitarianism, racism and socialism. Nobel Peace Prize won in 1964. Regretfully, you may have heard of this before. Government conspiracies and indecencies. Assassination
and discrimination, allegedly, by James Earl Ray. On April 4th, I
almost choke, because for him, his blood did soak. Some thought this **** was a thrill or forced by will. Others still procrastinate in hate! However, forever Martin Luther King was and still is one of the late greats.
Mar 26, 2012
Mar 26, 2012 at 12:53 PM UTC
Mao Zedong’s revolution deposed the ancient, 5000 year old rule of Dynastic China.
In doing so he espoused the continuous violent struggle by contradictory forces within society to produce a perpetual disequilibrium of revolt against intellectualism and Confucian principle and practice.
With the global collapse of Communistic systems, the wily genius of the diminutive, Deng Xiaoping, breathed new life into the faltering rule
With a cunning rebranding of “Socialism with Chinese Characteristics”, he maintained the stability of Chinese Communist kleptocracy until relatively recent times.
But the middle class awakening of Tiananmen Square and the recent Hong Kong massed protest, has brought into focus the demands of an increasingly educated, increasingly affluent, Chinese society’s expectation and demand for increased democratic rights and freedom and a more just system of the Rule of Law.
The day of the old, strong arm, autocratic rule is over.
China is emerging, quite naturally, into a world of increased information freedom, where the seeking of each individual’s betterment and independence promises a brighter future of personal dignity, increased self-esteem and an emerging sense of high anticipation.
President Xi Jinping’s Chinese Communist Party is now presented with the challenge to moderate in order to survive. To endeavour to embrace and meld the old concepts of Confucian harmony to the vaulting expectations of China’s new world beckoning.
M.
Denmark, Western Australia.
5 October 2014
Oct 17, 2014
Oct 17, 2014 at 3:57 PM UTC
Two Russian men were walking through Red Square one afternoon
When one said "My dear Sergei, why must you go so soon"
Sergei said "Leon, I must go and clean my share"
"The house is really ***** and my wife she is not there"
"She's at the little garden that we have just up the street"
"We grow food there for the neighbors, all to come and eat"
"We share it for we're equals and it works out really well"
"It's a little communistic, even though that idea fell"
"So, Sergei, if I ask you if you'd share one of your goats
"I'd give it to you Leon, to use for meat and coats"
"If I asked you for some grain, would you share with me some wheat"
"I'd even help you mill it for to make some bread to eat"
"You are a good man Sergei, a communist at heart"
"I thank you for your comments, and know you do your part"
"I've seen you, Leon, helping people on their way"
"And I've seen you clearing driveways, just the other day"
"So Sergei, if I asked you for one car of your two"
"If I had them Leon, you know one was for you"
"You'd share with me your ***** if you had a bottle free"
"One is yours dear Leon, and the other is for me"
"You are a good friend Leon to me this fact you've shown"
"I have just one more question before I head off home"
"If you had two daughters, would you let me have one?"
"No, You know I have two daughters, you're drunk and we are done!
May 26, 2012
May 26, 2012 at 5:03 PM UTC
Such unreasonable false treaties bypass these gated bricks,
Wherein cats roam,
Unseen mobile phones turn everyday fighters to mothers *****
Cross/tempered alleys lighten the communistic terrace where every buehler to every faris antagonizes the badged bringers of fear!!!!
Stignitized stipends are exposed to logged whittled suspense!!!
Weirdness is accompanied by thy ebony tops,
Wherein freedoms lost,
In places unsatisfied by man!!!!
Fire and water are trend,
Visionaries cometh from friends made from newspaper stands!!!!
****** theocratic, overhead sensationally leaks to moderned society!!!
Where choosing priority currupts our fatal flaws!!!
Art thou better or worse after all!??!
Accessing emotions,
Acclaimers fight explosion,
Befuddlers make merry their richeous belated stay!!!!
Tenaciously we compile thine world sent knowledge,
Where cargo is astounding with thou junk we all keep!!!
Clean thy face,
Wipe thy feet,
For you are generation number one!!!!
You liberated statue ,
You image to gods son!!!!!!!!!
May 20, 2015
May 20, 2015 at 5:00 PM UTC
Absurd accumulations, broad- cloth's to wipe each bays station! What a joke of clownery tools.Irritated refuge, instigated neices and nephews miss their woeful father's.... One for a count, a whole cell to a slaughter.
Down and out lane I make mine way to your lonesome hell, where ankh arched wells draw back from higher hills..Robust outbreak of plentiful disease, orthopedics outclass your sneeze!!!!
Ovation applauded to ******** alike!!! Ordaters to outvoted daters, silence is thy key to your miserable life!!!!
Pasturage for slobs, corn for all cobs, your colonels panel design twists slow around the vine!!!!
Seconds until six, ten minutes until nine....... Will you behave like the boy you should be?
Or could have been?,
May 9, 2015
May 9, 2015 at 3:21 PM UTC
The world is a breath -
Coming in through the form
And leaving through the invisible.
Pulsating through the rooms of art,
survival screams for salvation -
A Communistic utopian,
under-turned for sake of pride and recognition.
The world is but a breath -
Within the core of existence,
Inside the minds of society,
and in the hearts of the freed hermits,
the nomadic saviors of the human race -
star-children.
Lungs of void and thought and action
and being and being and being -
With veins of rivers and trees
and eyes of ocean wholes,
the face of life gleams truth in sun -
with cancerous tumors of Man’s cities -
cities designed for convenience,
and constructed out of fear for safety -
deeply rooted in the unconscious.
The world is a breath,
and art is the air.
Dec 12, 2013
Dec 12, 2013 at 6:24 PM UTC
Politico giving hope
Politico selling dope
Politico speaking loud
Politico the crowd aroused
Politico same old same
Politico warfun games
Politico with body guards
Politico all of disregard
Politico dictatorship
Politico communistic
Politico socialists
Politico fascists
Politico staged for caskets
Politico one big lie
Politico look in the sky
Politico you won't succeed
Politico the alibi's you bring
Politico you deceive
Politico you make me ******
Politico get my gist
Politico were all upset
Politico is the loot well spent
Politico tell us the people real truth
Politico the streets are burdened it's green you choose
Politico you choose you loose
Politico were not outside the box anymore
Politico were knowing more and more
Politico why don't you tell us all what's in your bills
Politico what about the Americans here you've killed
Politico I know you don't listen
Politico man you sold us all out, you sold your own
Mar 23, 2016
Mar 23, 2016 at 11:37 PM UTC
People can often be illogical
Self Centered
Unreasonable
And occasionally intolerable
It didn’t faze you in any deadly way
Maybe it took a sharp turn
from horse to foul play
But like my ******* dad used to say
"you still breathin?
well **** **** it up, you'll be okay."
If your heart’s in the right place
You’re “two-faced” or just “too nice”
“A push-over”
Keep that good **** running like an NBA replay
If you’re authentic
You’ll be “blunt”
“Too direct” “Rude”
Those are just ignorant cliches
Stay voracious
Do not fade away
If you’re blossoming
Stay Blooming
When you’re noteworthy
Don’t expect only good notes
Keep grooving to your heart’s beat though
Because that's morse code live from your soul
You gotta stay rare
Before common conformity becomes
Communistic crowd control
We crave that unparalleled extraordinary
In any sort of way
We need sui generis runaways that set the leeway
we need the leap days
and occasionally risque soirées
and baseball’s ritualistic ***** plays
So society won’t run too astray
Just like the Nutcracker needs ballet
Like grey Monday needs
Friday night’s jet-black lingerie
like Nirvana needs Kurt Cobain
We need those bows after the rain
Jealousy will be profound
When you find a way to smile
don’t trip though because on Cloud 9 it’s too intoxicating
To hear any words on the ground
When you synthesize something
That feeds your soul
That’s enchanting to you
Stay with that sensational complacency
You earned it
Besides
It wasn't about them anyway
Jan 23, 2018
Jan 23, 2018 at 7:31 AM UTC
Split in two
a man stands headless
yet
unaware of his recent
decapitation.
He looks around with his
fingers and toes
lord knows what is to come
of this horseman
dilapidated and
sour
scolded for his hate
that grates on his
being
only seen by those
who stood before him
judged, weighed, measured
and found
dangling
off of the short end
of the stick.
Jul 5, 2016
Jul 5, 2016 at 12:51 PM UTC
I'm just a passer through,
A shaker,
A muse,
A poet void of form
Traveling storms hentchmen dont compare,
Ridicule fairs pay the vote for maxed politicians,
Senior sinority,
No plans for thy wish list?
Rocks to align crypic visions in the outter!!!
Daughters want father's
As mothers drink to sustain!
A pill hemorage for thy brain,
Dirtiest rain's bring flood's of wartorn newbies,
Where all religions fight for queen (b's)
And preppydome makes thy poor stay poor!
The blind turn eye to coke and ***
Angels have ascended me
Or wilt they?
A tyrant by night,
Sinner by day!
Freak on display I dare say!!
A chronograph picture for thou to hold memories of me,
Where tidy is keen,
A smoke for thy spleen? Young artistic ******
Communistic blurin's shatter the distaste of mans disliking!
Bones inviting when the dead arose to what thou hath made them..
Sandmen of eastern shores doth thou plunge?
Where catastrosphies no more fun
When thou art still being born!!!
I seeketh eastern shores,
Yet relit by gods own throne!!!
May 26, 2015
May 26, 2015 at 7:00 PM UTC
The anti-social socialist
Rebelling in my cavernous
Passive aggressive pessimistic
Bottomless abysmal bliss
An optimist illusionist
As broken as a communistic
Idealistic nihilist
Persistent in my will to power
All these people coexist
The movement moves at zero hour
Time is of the essences
And fruits of labor, rather sour
When the truth can be dismissed
For stories far more humanist
So I include some sudden twists
And spin it like a columnist
Then spit it like a Bolshevik
To kick this ***** like old dog tricks
I’m king of the empiricist
Globe-trottin’ like a colonist
Until I conquer all of this
My omniversal alias
Shall be the metaphysicist
Dec 9, 2017
Dec 9, 2017 at 3:16 PM UTC