"conservatively" poems
Flashback to as far back as the mind goes,
Masculinity is mighty and feminism is flawed,
Man is right and woman is wrong,
Boy is strong and girl is weak,
I’m a gentleman as long as I’m on top,
She can’t speak unless spoken to,
No place for women at the pulpit,
Men can’t learn from lesser beings.
Flashback to four years old,
The first time he was told,
Homosexuals will burn eternally,
Because they’re *******
He said God doesn’t love them,
They’re an abomination to creation.
Flashback to age twelve,
Welcome to the USA,
Export the Mexicans,
Eliminate the rag heads,
Burn the gays.
Flashback to seventh grade,
She left him for her,
The hate talk convinced him,
All gays were wrong always.
Flashback to freshmen year,
It was Halloween,
Debate class in the morning,
She was dressed as a nerd,
But obviously that so wasn’t her,
Because she was Iranian,
He asked where her turban was,
Said her outfit wasn’t complete without it.
Flashback to the close-minded, conservatively, homeschooled child,
Racism was as familiar as his father’s laugh,
Sexism known like the scent of his mother’s casseroles,
Ignorance was his bestfriend,
And hate pumped through his veins.
I don’t know if right wing racist remarks are forgivable,
But the one he was bred to despise showed nothing but forgiveness.
The Iranian girl shed tears,
Which caused him to shed his foggy lens,
For the first time, he saw his own sins,
A joke rooted in hate hurt an innocent girl,
An innocent tear hurt an ignorant boy,
I am an ignorant boy,
I felt her pain,
I stabbed myself with shame,
She befriended me,
She forgave.
Flawed people produced twisted identification,
She isn’t the Iranian girl,
Just a person.
Mexican, black, dark skinned, or light,
Christian, Atheist, Muslim,
Left wing or right,
Straight, gay, man, woman,
Irrelevant.
Mexican, black, dark skinned, or light,
Christian, Atheist, Muslim,
Left wing or right,
Straight, gay, man, woman,
Human.
Aug 6, 2013
Aug 6, 2013 at 3:01 PM UTC
If materials are your life then you’ll spend it all on your own
Share it all, give it back, make a tree grow
So what you can’t afford college,
There are children that can’t afford dinner
Don’t pick up the pennies you drop,
Walk right by every homeless man
Saying “he probably just wants another pack of smokes, or a case of beer. what a ******* tweaker”
Never gave the thought that he was **** out of luck
Maybe in highschool his mother died and he started to **** up
But when it comes to you yeah, that’s what it’s all about
Buy the latest purse and the coolest shoes have a snazzy car And fresh tattoo
You might be a doctor but you barely passed
Now a days all you have to do is show up to pass
And if it doesn’t work just shake your ***
Claimed to be a feminist
But you sure gave head
Made a **** good secretary,
and at the end of the day the boss was making your bed.
Paying your bills
Buying your meals
Apr 15, 2012
Apr 15, 2012 at 4:17 PM UTC
say for example,
that you love to play baseball.
[it is your favorite thing in the world,
and you're quite good at it, too].
and before your game,
your coach says to the team,
"if we win, i'll take everybody to Pizza Hut!"
upon hearing this, the players' faces light up-
each one can taste the delicious stuffed crust that awaits them,
and visions of breadsticks dance through their heads.
the coach even brought a coupon book to allude to their possible futures...
just before the team takes the field,
the coach pulls you aside
and says,
"actually, i'm going to take the whole team to Pizza Hut
even if we lose."
well, you would know right then
that outcome of the game
is irrelevant,
but the true joy of playing
comes from competition regardless of winning or losing,
so you vow to play your best game ever.
however, everyone else on the team,
not knowing the ultimate truth,
will play very seriously,
but with great anxiety and nervousness.
they desperately want Pizza Hut,
but know that they might not getting it.
this game is the most important thing in the universe,
and it is the most serious test of all time.
every at-bat is tense for them,
each fly ball could result in ultimate damnation.
nothing is fun.
with tension and anxiety,
they strike out, play conservatively,
and don't take the risks that make the game enjoyable.
quickly, the team finds itself trailing by a few runs,
and sweating profusely because of it.
you, on the other hand,
would feel more relaxed during the game.
you would swing for the fences,
knocking a couple out of the park,
steal a base or two,
make a diving catch.
play your best game ever.
you can do this comfortably
because you realize that you're just playing for fun.
you're going to Pizza Hut after game, whatever the outcome!
soon, in your exuberance,
you'd let slip the secret to a couple other players.
you'd tell them, "guys, we were always going to Pizza Hut,
let's just have some fun while we play this game."
most of them rejoice!
[a couple real serious ones doubt you and resent you.
you'd surely smile, bend a knee, and applaud their solemnity.]
but in your state of joy you include the doubters,
and you let them believe what they will until the final innings over.
you think, they'll wake up soon enough.
with the last out made
and the last run scored,
maybe you look at the scoreboard and see yourself in the lead,
maybe you are a few runs behind,
but the smile on the coach's face says it all:
the peace and joy within you brought into your world happiness...
... and a large pepperoni pizza.
Jun 21, 2014
Jun 21, 2014 at 1:55 PM UTC
It’s very nice in Heaven
Very gentle underfoot,
God’s temple is so icy calm
And that’s conservatively put.
There’s three flags at the gateway
They’re there to set the pace,
Hebrew blue and Moslem green
Under Christ’s bewhiskered face.
Hindu’s have got a leg in
And Zen for Zen’s sake’s there,
But the Proddies and the Catliks
Are in dispute as to what is fair.
Amazing how they bicker,
The Proddies and the Micks
You’d think in time they’d sort it out
Take the Irish…Silly ******
Getting back to Heaven…
The golden pathways there
With avenues of crystal gems
To welcome you upstairs.
And high above a shining light
Burning in the sky,
Which symbolizes passion,
I suppose, or pigs that fly?
This symbolic high Heaven stuff
Is very hard to read,
It could be ornamental
Or perhaps, exactly what you need.
One thing’s very certain though,
When you glide into this place,
It pays to have a solemn look
Of seriousness on your face.
They don’t like silly buggers
Who joke and act the fool,
Commitment is the keyword
And the Bible is the tool.
Confusing when you get there
You’re read the riot act
And threatened with damnation
If with the Devil you’ve made a pact.
The heavy condemnation
The steely searching eye
And then the tome of absolution
Because He loves you, so must I ?
So think upon it brother
If you think you cut the cloth,
Then walk right up and wing it
With the Angels, like a moth.
But should you have your doubts
I suggest a quickish about face
And leg it with the villains
To that other warmish place.
Marshalg
@theGate
Mangere Bridge
28 April 2009
Feb 8, 2010
Feb 8, 2010 at 4:27 PM UTC
the world is a dangerous place for
daughters,
for sisters,
aunts,
nieces,
girlfriends.
she asks herself if she deserved to be
taken advantage of,
chased,
belittled,
grabbed,
hurt.
fear is instilled in each girl,
their rights withheld,
respect weaned,
voiced silenced
because of their anatomy.
filled with guilt at their mere existence
while rapists sleep soundly.
people say it wouldn't have happened
if you dressed more conservatively,
if you didn't lead him on,
he couldn't help himself,
it's natural,
you should be flattered you stuck up ***** I'm talking to you.
a man that goes too far is excused for being a boy,
while a girl walks to her car in the middle of the night, fearful for her own life.
a naked woman lying in the street is not asking for anything
that she doesn't speak.
why does the first "yes" mean "yes"
and the first "no" mean "persist" ?
why do you get an excuse to act how you want
but I'm not granted the same privledge every 28 days?
at what age do you tell her that she will be
violently pursued,
cursed,
assaulted,
undermined,
paid less
because the structure of her body.
Why does every girl have a heartbreaking story
that she was made to feel guilty for?
like she could have done something to change it,
when the thing that needs changing is the one that thinks "well you see the way she dressed, she brought it on herself."
I hope I don't have a daughter,
but a son instead
so I won't have to be the one to put fear in her head.
Sep 4, 2016
Sep 4, 2016 at 5:57 PM UTC
I may be young, but I think I'm wise for my age.
We are the lost ones, they're ready to rage
And I spit venom with my tongue, ready for a stage,
But I'm overstrung, so I'm locked up in this cage
Of uncertainty, normally I'd enter your heart like a burglary,
but conservatively, to help myself reach serenity
before my heart changes to a dark shade of burgundy
The urgency of your love is more valuable than currency
Together, a joint enterprise, I just need your company
Help, the urge to off myself is increasing in intensity
Now please hurry, it's an atrocity, edging the ledge of insanity
Stop me before I slaughter double you's (W's) with ease (E's)
Sep 1, 2015
Sep 1, 2015 at 1:58 AM UTC
I never have nor ever will
be jealous of your hills.
They only serve to lie
between my eyes and the sky
Boasting their sheer gloominess
knowing nothing about finesse
of the ever changing cloud
they conservatively shroud
whilst stealing precious sunlight
from the day
Nov 27, 2014
Nov 27, 2014 at 2:39 AM UTC
I have never been a big fan of hospitals, yet here I sat.
Wordlessly, I held my Grandmother’s hand, listening to each breath.
She was somewhere north of ninety as she neared her journey’s end.
She was lucid intermittently, she spoke of departed friends.
She told me of her adventures; the mountains she had climbed.
Sunsets she’d shared with lovers who then parted by sunrise.
She told me of her voyages on Homer’s wine dark sea.
“ I leave this life with no regrets.” She whispered, soft, to me.
Those were the last words that she spoke though her heart kept on some time.
It waited for her spirit to resume her final climb.
A final lesson for her grandson; the good life requires chance.
A life lived too conservatively is no subject for romance.
A most remarkable woman; she parted here with no regret.
She experienced the best of Life from sunrise to sunset.
Mar 27, 2018
Mar 27, 2018 at 8:38 AM UTC
Preferring traditional order is a conservative trait,
While liberal views new ideas await.
The extreme rednecks state,
“We’ve always done it this way;
There is no need for change.”
The liberal response,
“To not conceive or desire a better mousetrap
Is unnatural and strange.”
As an individual, I do a balancing act
Looking to improve
Yet staying on track.
A community of individuals now compounds those views,
And cultural difference furthermore skews
The many balances that now abound.
Ethnocentricity too may found
In individuals pontificating to others in a nation
Complex issue views that affect many
With what sociologists call
“The power of the situation”!!
In waves of political sensation,
They seem to reasonably call for new legislation.
But beware of too hasty a decision!!
What seems right at the time
Due to momentum and chime
Ushers in socialism!!
For new law after new law in hasty accumulation
Leaves band-aid upon band-aid
In poorly thought frustration,
And instead of a solution’s well organized plan,
We find we’ve just been chasing our tails again!!
In the United States of America,
To have resolution we are so blessed
In its masterfully crafted United States of America Constitution,
In which our founding fathers so eloquently addressed
The positions of philosophy and conviction
Applying to individuals’ situations – whatever the mess!!
So, who is conservative in today’s political scene?
One who closely aligns with and supports our US Constitution
for sure,
One who defends our individual rights
that our US Constitution secures,
And one that conserves our nation’s resources with respect
And uses them sustainably where possible
Rather than exploit for a few
With (to spite the rest of us) the view:
LET GREED PREVAIL WHAT THE HECK!!
And finally to round off my top four,
The national debt a true conservative cannot ignore!!
An investment is fine and well recommended
Especially to boom our economy,
But continual escalating debt
Cannot forever be
Lest our children be sold into slavery!!
And now to our beloved Commander and Chief:
I’ve criticized many of his first year approaches, manner, and means
More than what he tried to get done,
And now my beefs have subsided somewhat it seems
Now that I’m seeing a more presidential presence than in year one!!
A great State of the Union Address and CPAC superb nobody denied!!
And with the NRA, as a conservative, we’re both on his side!!
Mar 5, 2018
Mar 5, 2018 at 5:43 PM UTC
If I had died to save you, would you care?
If I wanted the last drop of your love, would you share?
Had I offered a day in my shoe, would you wear?
Let's say I returned the pain you gave, could your bare?
Have you ever cried so hard and not shed a tear?
Shivering in the warmth of my sheets because you're not here.
Suffocating together but would rather die with you near,
Now we no longer talk and it grinds my gear,
Because you PROMISED that no matter what, you'd always be there.
Isn't it tragic how the life we dreamt about isn't there,
No goosebumps, no blushing, not even a dull spark in the air.
Our love seems shattered, stained and beyond repair,
Didn't see it coming, I loved blindly, unaware.
I gave my soul for you in hope that my heart, you'd spare,
Now you got me kneeling, religiously running to GOD in prayer.
Praying that, some day soon, this pain just disappears
So that I can be happy, at peace and love again, without fear.
Apr 12, 2021
Apr 12, 2021 at 12:21 PM UTC
When the cymbals took over the orchestra
The violin cried in desperation
Her fragile voice unheard between the
Cacophonous clanking of metal against the noise
She knew her song well, didn’t have to learn it
She was born with s gift of transcending
Both ecstasy and trembling sorrow
She was born to grasp the soul and sink
Right into the softness of all the
Vulnerable memories and fragile hopes
Waiting to be heard, eager to connect
Many hearts with the sound of the same
Truth vibrating through the rhythmic
Backbone of the drums in unison with
Mister piano who conservatively
Waited for his turn to assemble the lace
Of meaning between them all
But the stubborn cymbals persisted
Thinking their role essential for sun to shine
The role of thundersome emphasis
And emphasis they loved
Believing it to be the salt of any intention
The driving force sure to leave impact
The certainty of it felt like the final word
And the force that span the little universe of the orchestra
Always forward no time for questioning
Or stepping out of line
Or off with their heads and proceed with routine
And only sometimes when light beam brought up
Old memories they reminisced about the slender
Deeply absent face of conductress
Who knew the worth of each
And guided them with dine provision
Of her soundless presence
That made them all so connected
In their partial spotlight
As they used their strengths
To channel that which only
Deaf will undermine
The pure harmony
Of coexistence
Jan 13, 2018
Jan 13, 2018 at 1:02 PM UTC
don't give me your excuse. find new ones. drink only using your teeth. just act natural. clothe yourself in deer skin. neglect your children. hate the young and ruin their future. laugh at yourself. be a monk. you can't do better. burn the bible. cut off your hair. learn mandarin. wait to die. leave your wife. vote conservatively. wait to die some more. eat toothpaste. hook the moon and bring it right down. talk deeper.
but don't take my seat on the bus.
Mar 25, 2019
Mar 25, 2019 at 1:20 PM UTC
Always alone|Always alone
Resisting darkness|Embracing happiness
Slowly failing|Slowly succeeding
Same routine|Same routine
No motivation|Constant motivation
Easily frustrated|Hardly frustrated
Not opinionated|Generously opinionated
Steadily destructive|Steadily constructive
Impulse driven|Conservatively planning
Never social|Occasionally social
Constantly anxious|Slightly anxious
Continuously questioning|Never questioning
Sometimes stupid|Sometimes stupid
Too gullible|Not gullible
Wanting change|Accepting change
Needing love|Screw love
Craving affection|Fuck attraction
Time to be me
Jan 2, 2018
Jan 2, 2018 at 12:58 PM UTC