"dissention" poems
Say, what drives a narcissist to feed on their soul
Their own being, their whole, a cannibalistic role
I fold, into the answers that have never been told
Because I disagree that life is less than silver or gold
When I was young I was 'old', wiser than age would suggest
I never looked from a problem I never strayed from a test
I sought to better my self, pushing others away
Rising alone but never understanding how I would pay
Now look today and see a fate that I crafted off a clean slate
Into a plate of half consumed variables that I never ate
Or even paid any attention effectively painting dissention
And not to mention my descent into a mental detention
I locked my self in a prison of a dozen complications
A box full of games, puzzles and some mindless sedation
No relation to pain, bottomless gain and no patience
I snap at every ******* body for the beast I am facing
Imagine that you have a paper with some scribbles and lines
Now try erasing the marks so the paper's perfect - just try
It's impossible because you pretend to leave the past
There's always something there to make a scar that will last
So now because of my choices I sit alone with these voices
Saying "you could do better", to me they're nothing but noises
So now I write my emotions so that the world might just hold 'em
Just ignoring commotion 'cause you can pass 'em or smoke 'em
Jul 2, 2014
Jul 2, 2014 at 3:14 AM UTC
The Slow-Bullet
by rgpage
In the early days of Viet Nam
the American draft was going strong.
Young men in their prime of life,
were forced and herded into world strife.
A generation of America’s best, were
then brought home and laid to rest.
Wall Street smiled, the money flowed
the “fat Cats” called it money owed.
In towns and cities big and small,
families waited, worried, and cried.
Groups appeared, dissention grew.
"Mothers grab your son’s and hide."
There were those who felt their duty strong,
to take the leap toward blood and strife
with McNamara herding them along.
Known to the grunts as “Mac the Knife.”
The madness grew to a global scale
with those that were for and those against.
In bombing, selective targets became the norm
keeping the rest of the world from harm.
With those who didn’t feel their duty strong,
a path to the north they took.
They packed what they could, burned their cards
and paused for one last look.
With this some parents felt relief,
while others felt the disgrace. Of seeing
the grief so many went through after
having their futures erased.
The war took over 58,000 American lives;
men and women both, (before we flew away).
Wall Street got their wages for blood, with
broken lives in pain, many thousands more would pay.
With thousands more that were yet to be lost, after returning home.
Physically and mentally scarred, even those seeming
perfectly whole. Then saying good-by to the ones they loved
in their own special way. They stoically waited for the slow-bullet to come to finally take them away…
Suicide has taken 3 or 4 times the lives than the war took. My heart cries for every last one of them…Robert G. Page, Viet Nam Vet. ‘66-’67.
Jul 8, 2014
Jul 8, 2014 at 2:48 PM UTC
There exists a mystical and quadruple representation of words, which is likened to a dictatorial Superstate, where translation is subject to that which is spoken, heard, written and read within the context of trans-national capitalism.
As we gaze from beyond the glow of the pulsating circumference, we can humbly acknowledge the ludicrous predicament of the many who are ruled by the few.
The parameters of this earthen citizenship may be somewhat characterized by embracing the perceived benefits of the system and a state of financially intoxicated anosognosia. However, as we traverse this metaphysical cataclysm where the majority votes of public arrangement diametrically oppose absolute law and that which is deemed to be reasonable; our compulsory co-operation self-regulates with a cardiovascular beat of semantic propaganda and monopolized dissention, where the relinquished rights of our revered forefathers have been re-written by coercive legislators in the name of socio-political equality.
The philosophy of meaning and political expression both buries into and removes her gorgeous face from the cuniform textures of Sahara catacombs, where we ****** relate and disengage from the **** with tyranny.
Sep 4, 2015
Sep 4, 2015 at 12:43 AM UTC
Omission
She lies awake on her back
Trying to remember when she lost her pack
Sack, the memories into her face
It ruins her temporary happy place
Space, sometimes she feels she needs to be far
Locks herself away into a tiny jar
Mare, her skin it's bruised and scarred
Help her soul it's broken and charred
Barred, she bangs at her rusty cell
Scared of rejection she endures the smell
Sell, her heart to no one she won't
Until the return of her body she lount
Sewn't, the buttons to mend her heart
But the razors bent and the scars ripped apart
Dart, into the darkest pit of despair
Help her cry cause she's mentally impaired
Scared, she cuts her wrists for a reason
Only person that cared was farther than next season
Lesion, on her heart the trust and love
Only gave her body when push came to shove
Above, her demons trampled her
A feeling in her chest much like stuffed fur
Stir, the *** that makes her finish this life
Just like bread its easily cut with a knife
Strife, it all all ends with violent dissention
She falls to the floor in mortal penitintion
Attention, ladies and gentleman may I say a couple words
All she ever wanted was to fly free like the birds
Herds, of souls wandering in deep cognition
Now you can see her body at the local mortician
Omission
Feb 15, 2015
Feb 15, 2015 at 8:36 PM UTC
Words spoken
to paint a picture
Of a life so grand
the perfect mixture
Of love, joy, peace
and happiness
The freedom to pursue
a measure of success
A life with no dissention
but only tranquility
To walk hand in hand
in a spirit of humility
To work together
to reach our goals
No longer two halfs
but finally a whole
Freedom to exercise gifts
through self expression
Never tearing down
or have bad intentions
Building up
in the spirit of love
One that's so pure
and sent from above
The ideal life
portrayed through words
But time will tell
what'll really unfurl
A simple disagreement
turns into WWIII
I got question for you
is the grass really green?
Jul 13, 2013
Jul 13, 2013 at 6:15 PM UTC
Close your eyes.
Take some time,
Are you feelin fine?
Beginning to unwind...
Be there battles,
Cries of ancient pains.
These lands arent ours to claim.
Dissention, rebellions and shame,
The fatal flaws of power...
The illusions it contains.
What do you want from our fileds of grain?
Or our mineral rich soils...
Dirt cheap oil. Taking leave with barrels...
If so prepare to do battle.
Cast the lands you walk asunder,
Pay attention...catch the thunder.
Be careful once ye ponder,
Rein in your thoughts of yonder.
Nov 4, 2013
Nov 4, 2013 at 11:03 AM UTC
I feel so alone
Floating in a sea
Of humanity
This mystery
Is beyond me
Where can I go?
If I slip
Out of the stream
They will know.
Our henchmen
Do not permit
Dissention
Or
Absention
I am frozen in time
Stuck in an unwritten rhyme
Sean Hunt
See video that inspired this poem at:
https://vimeo.com/162596231
Apr 13, 2016
Apr 13, 2016 at 1:20 PM UTC
*Happily self occupied, absorbed in my day now
I ponder the innocence of what I’m about,
Abstractions aside, there’s a sinister dysfunction
In gliding with Mozart and yearning to shout.
To whisper with wisdom in humourless spirit
Enables cognisance that all is not well,
To float with the Angels and dine with the Devil
Moots broaching with whales in a torment of Hell.
Oils on a canvass in broad strokes of muted
Cacophony’s clamour in tympani’s roar,
The contradiction of peaceful demeanour
When pulses ignite in a rage on the floor.
Then......
With impetus found in a midnight sonata
The calm of a full moon’s light on the face
Reason returns in a soothing dissention
Of kindness’s kiss and the luck of good grace.
This man can engender the passions required
To smooth the waters and calm the tides,
Intelligent catalyst found in a teardrop
Wherein lies the nourishment loving provides.
This man can engender the salve and solution,
Can rectify tormenting wrong in the soul,
With warmth in humanity’s lyrical laughter
In quenching the blaze of black anger's role.*
Marshalg
15 May 2014
May 15, 2014
May 15, 2014 at 2:51 AM UTC
you've always been
quick
to make friends
a social butterfly
but about you latest one,
I must question you , Why?
the more time you spend together
the more it ***** you in
you don't give a ****
that you've confessed
but I still have an shred of hope
that you'll give up that b.s.
I won't rat you out
make the decision on your own
yet so far deep affection is all you've shown
put down the malboro
that dreaded cigarette
i know you love attention
but its the cause of this dissention
please stop this terrible affection
Dec 5, 2010
Dec 5, 2010 at 3:05 PM UTC
In frustration
he sat down on the bench outside the closed down railway station
and wrote of his dissention.
But in a moment that was lit by pure genius and invention
He decided there and then
to make a statement of his intention.
In fits and starts he penned those parts
that appealed to his sense of duty
but true to form
and as sure as I was born on a
Wednesday
I knew there was no way
the statement would ever be made.
This case is laid to rest.
A stocktaker takes no stock
A paradox?
Point duty can be blunt
when hiding or when on the hunt
but shunting these random thoughts aside
I train myself to pay attention
to the statement that
details tales of an unpaid rental.
But no mention of me being mental or unsound.
No sanitoriums for me
or phychopaths that come for tea.
Just peace
and the bobbing of a broken time that floats in brine
a hat that doesn't fit my head
a statement that I've never read
intentions that I never made
not laid to rest at all
but instant recall is what sets me apart and makes me the best.
Test me
Test me
Testing, testing two three
Just checking in
To check that you've been
listening.
Apr 17, 2013
Apr 17, 2013 at 5:05 AM UTC
By: Cedric McClester
Republicans start to shop
If their candidate’s not on top
And their poll numbers suddenly drop
Because they’re labeled a flop
So those who used to push
For the heir apparent Bush
Are sitting on their ****
Wishing they had Hindu-kush
And that new-jack Rubio
What is it they think he knows
That allows his cash to grow
They will reap just what they sow
Now let me mention Teddy Cruz
Who hasn’t paid his dues
And when asked he has refused
But that should be old news
Although Carly Fiorena
Has a tough demeanor
Trump once asked, “Have you seen her?”
When he wanted to demean her
And then there’s Dr. Carson
More Don Rickles than Johnny Carson
Soft spoken spreading arson
With incendiary parsing
Now that I have your attention
Though it may earn you dissention
Some I just choose not to mention
They’re beyond my comprehension
So that leaves us Donald Trump
Someone that they’d like to dump
But he says, “Kiss my ****
See he’s energized and pumped
Cedric McClester, Copyright © 2015. All rights reserved.
Oct 15, 2015
Oct 15, 2015 at 10:25 PM UTC
You were trembling, Job of the prairies---
a supernova born with angel hair optics
gnarled in the sweat of an oil soaked sun;
****** to the soil by nectarless thirst.
Even your stains were bright with haloes;
Dappled like the moon with jewelish fire---
Even your scabs were disjointed lights---
in center of your temple, white like tile.
A quaff of dissention and love laden
As you stood fragile as fruitless skin---
Bent to my presence, a crooked crystal;
All swallowed and refracted, like liquor.
Your cat-eyes were so bitterbright, shadowy
Inconsolably shining enormous fires, dark.
Your blackened opal void melting to nectar
for incestuous parasite lapping it in twain.
I loved you, and your autophagical bones;
A dimming resplendence on a crooked bridge
where they sipped the springtime's deathour---
where I kissed your soul in spring's deathour.
Nov 13, 2015
Nov 13, 2015 at 3:13 PM UTC
Ive had my fill
Of every ill
That the world
Keeps trying ...to instill
I've had my fill
I've had...I've had...I've had
I've had my fill
Keep telling me lies
Even though ...
You realize
That you no longer
Even have to try and hide
Them!
Behind .......a thin disquise
I think that means
That the primed machines
Are ready to go.....
.....so....
They don't care if we know
Which way the future leans
I do believe
That there are those
Who do conceive
Of just ...
..one more heave
And that will take it
Take it all the way
All the way down
To the ground !
Where others wait -
With a rope
To quickly quash...every hope
And celebrate
Once they have it bound
And all tied down
Watch and learn
From those who spurn
All the things that we hold dear
As they tell us
whats what
Then turn a deaf ear
And it's then
as they twist and bend
And rend the truth
By attitudes and platitudes
They separate us ...Into classes
All the while
They clinch their teeth
To hide the smile
Apprehension encouraged
By descending deeper
and deeper
Into dissention
Convoluted amplituded
Learned from those
With whom ...
...they colluded
Those enemies of the free
But still...you may be
One of those who still denies
What is RIGHT ...
.....In front
Of your eyes
Just so you know
When that sun has set
Don't waste time waiting
For the light of dawn
If you bought the darkness
Then thats the ...
...the future you will get
I've had my fill....of every ill
That the world keeps trying ...
....to instill !
Nov 20, 2017
Nov 20, 2017 at 9:59 PM UTC
Spoken into a beam of light;
A lifted weight of eternal might.
Trancending toward expansion's core;
Awakened in whom we're carried for.
A uniting in breath at deep request;
As the rhythym of longing inside our chests,
Becomes a symphony of tympany pattering the sky,
Releasing intent in the dissention of I.
In the embrace of all, in Love, as one;
Truly then has prayer begun.
Oct 29, 2013
Oct 29, 2013 at 9:53 PM UTC
dozing or writing poetry
always seems so much better than
the alternative
going out-
stale *******
package left open world
spoiled.
Don't cry over spilt milk
don't cry over the bed you made
or this tower you built.
you were in on it.
every over bred chicken
ground and breaded
we rename our stupidity all cutesy.
So if that's the only way I can appeal
to you
the only way you can hear
so you might heal,
then take a chicken nugget of wisdom
and go check out the kitchen.
What are they cooking up?
the putrid toxins of dissention
racism named "culture"
police brutality spelled "justice"
hidden
organized
normalized.
News sources with the
long-standing trust
of the public
but they're slowly becoming
a part of the budget.
Cheap food and the six o'clock news
commercial break for cigarettes and *****
we're spoon fed
and we choose it.
Plastic bred
poison fed
under the guise of choice
and an easier life.
Hard nights
bar fights
at least the taco bell
is open past midnight.
While your brain is soup
eat a little more sludge
and when you're uncomfortable and confused
well,..
I told you to run.
C.e.M. 8.14.15
Aug 14, 2015
Aug 14, 2015 at 3:27 PM UTC
impassioned rapture preacher
standing upon a pulpit shouting
his flock held in sway
wide-eyed and under the hypnotic spell
“amen” and “hallelujah” float towards
outstretched arms clad in black
banging fists and utilizing rising inflections
messages of hate and dissention fall
onto interested and impressionable ears
frightened youth peer into shadows
ask Yahweh for protection
cry to Allah for love
pray Jesus will save them
from imaginary spooks
created by elderly pedophiles
bent on the emotional
and physical destruction
of their own constituents
clasped hands, wringing
begging on bended knee
for some semblance of peace
to befall and bless their broken bodies –
Feb 16, 2016
Feb 16, 2016 at 3:58 PM UTC
By: Cedric McClester
Long live Scalia
Now that he’s dead
A Supreme Court Justice
Who’s gone on ahead
Though I disagreed
With the decisions I’ve read
Just for the moment
Let me put them to bed
I take pause
Before starting to vet
The country owes him
A hell of a debt
He served with distinction
And made many upset
Now is the time
To forgive and forget
What can I say
That hasn’t been said
Now that the man
Is clearly dead
Certainly not
That he made me see red
Because of his decisions
That I learned to dred
Some see his death
As Divine Intervention
One less conservative
For me to make mention
We’ve lost the bane
Of the Court’s dissention
And he didn’t go out
Receiving a pension
Cedric McClester, Copyright © 2016. All rights reserved.
Feb 13, 2016
Feb 13, 2016 at 10:06 PM UTC
That's IT!
I've taken
All I can take!
I'm gonna take it No more!
Gonna Walk out of that door!
Slam it shut!
And
Walk away
Walk away
From
It All!
YOU
Can live
In Your dissention
YOU
Can live in YOUR mess
YOU
Can live with Your Ideals
And
What YOU
Thinks
Best!
I
Wont
Come back!
I've made up mind,I won't be back,
It's
DEFININATe
This time!
How much!
How much
Do You think I
Can take?!
Of this
DISENCHANTED state?!
It's
All YOUR own doing!
NOTHING
'I'
Ever made!
I
Will admit
It seemed
Good
At times...
But
Then
It gets to you
Screws
Your heart and mind
Screws your heart and mind!
It's
Not
Worth
My
TIME!
I've
Made
MY
Decision
OR
Maybe
I've been Driven
To
Walk away
Walk away
From
It
ALL!
May 16, 2016
May 16, 2016 at 7:22 PM UTC
JACOB AND ESAU,
Twin brothers were they,
But each was different,
And went his separate way.
Jacob the younger represents
Men of subtlety, Esau the elder,
represents men who are worldly.
Jacob, one day with help from his Mother,
swindled the birth rite from Esau his brother,
The dissention it caused, continues to this day,
Affecting every nation, including the U.S.A.
DAVID AND GOLIATH
Most everyone knows about David and Goliath,
The contrast between them, not just physical,
But more importantly, spiritual.
Goliath, protected with armor from head to toe,
And young David with one smooth stone....
well the rest of the account...I'm sure you know.
JESUS AND JUDAS
In the Bible many contrast there are,
But of Jesus and Judas the greatest by far.
Judas the greedy betrayer of Jesus, For a few pieces of silver,
Betrayed his greatest friend,
Who loved him to his end
From Jerry Howarth's Book of Poems
Jan 13, 2018
Jan 13, 2018 at 9:41 AM UTC
TO BE FREE
Will some ever find what it is like to be kind ,lost with black blocking their own true mind
What if they come to me and I disagree isn't my own contempt simply helping their cause
Blindness shielded through kindness isn't deeply true to oneself,opaque is not clearly defined
Happening with hatred is so easy to see,always quick to show the others flaws
Happiness has left us looking for hidden liberation,always seeing good will be revised
To remain neutral is emotionally futile, one is just part of a whole ,finding a future or grasping at straws
To service our own sovereignty should we learn to feel at all levels,will we be compromised
Breathing in Dissention breeds a virus bringing bitterness to deep within us,can we perceive the waiting storms
With life comes light felt from within as dull,bright,elation,euphoria seem natural but has the alienation become galvanized
Following paths brings changing news illustrations laid out for our views
Choosing between friction or jubilation will design the life and it's rewards.R.C.
Feb 19, 2018
Feb 19, 2018 at 5:02 AM UTC
#D Vanlandingham
*ah, this rolling this flowing////
are we all not the same when the sun sets sail..
when the tides, no longer take out, but brings in--
arms at sides, all?
Who steals from who, then at that time
when the music within the dance
mesmerizes all.. and there is no longer place
for dissention.. or strive, for gain?
Everything becomes seen,
when there is nowhere left to hide
and with the full removal of judgment
there is only light inside
(but it has to be wanted, more than the sin,
of holding on)
where then is there shadow
when all that blocks, has up and gone..
the sun-filled sails that bring us home
on tall ships we each, on--
main.. fore, and mizzen; staunchly-braced
amidst an in-the-face-of-death, laugh..
shrouds, proudly tight causing
the most beautiful of harmonics,
from fore boom.. through jib, to gaff--
A war-less armada, this stunning fleet of peace
sailing together, upriver.. through the jungle//
and into the magical advent...
into the beautiful world, of full release.*
#
Dec 28, 2020
Dec 28, 2020 at 9:30 PM UTC
You can wise up to the situation
by checking out every possible
combination
and
if that gets you to your destination
why not?
But it feels like we're being put in detention
if we dare to utter or even to mention
freedom,
dissention is a no. no.
So we do it with a nod
and on the fly
get by
by being sly,
hey,
it's a living
so don't ask why
wise up.
Feb 25, 2018
Feb 25, 2018 at 1:36 PM UTC