"fundamentalist" poems
I like immigrants, immigration. Legal immigration,
Jane passionately corrects. Actually my goal is a borderless world.
Gathering the neighborhood like family.
The men discuss sterilizing welfare mothers. I say You're working
around the edges,
humanity has exceeded the carrying capacity of the planet,
even those with jobs. And spouses. And houses.
Yet it's an idyll of an early summer evening, new cut grass,
two baseball teams of children playing in it. Safe from Pakistan.
News photos of Muslim refugees, women in blue robes, biblically
carrying children away from holocaust. The fundamentalist army
not far behind, beheading sinners, sure in its righteousness
as the Holy Roman Empire.
Somehow Joel Osteen the evangelist comes up
while talking about how the Catholic Church is irrelevant in North
America,
even Latin America and Africa are going evangelical.
Izzi likes Osteen, awesome extemporaneous speaker, no teleprompter,
up from bootstraps message. My wife says he's probably Jewish.
Fortunately no one claims the Holocaust never happened or slavery
was voluntary.
What is the carrying capacity of the planet?
In China is it each couple or each adult that gets one offspring?
As life expectancy and standards rise,
family size diminishes. We draw together into greener, tighter cities.
The children of three monotheistic religions, atheists and agnostics
play in city streets, work farm fields, explore forests, deserts,
grasslands, space.
Two ancient female poets: Enheduanna and Sappho
are a revelation. The clarity of their complaints:
lost lover, lost city.
Aug 11, 2015
Aug 11, 2015 at 10:48 AM UTC
born in illusory chains
gnarled metal
encrusted in my broken skin
the copper colored dust
of rusted steel
infectiously envelopes
shaving off antiquated layers
of fundamentalist religion
encrusted for generations
unpeeled until raw
an unsophisticated method
unveiling
ancient lodged glass shards
colored with deceit
brought before their court
interrogated
unfathomably skewered
an eerie salem witch trial
in modern times
barbarically they shun me
banished
i wander aimlessly
smelling the rotten decay of deceased community
as splinters pierce my feet
from the crooked wooden plank
i walk alone now
an unfathomable inner ache
kindled a residue within
igniting a wildfire from the darkest shadows
uncontainably erupting
i dance savagely
naked in the orange moonlight
and in every shaded edge
lit my soul ablaze
i am a nomad sheep
‘tho not one of their color
no pasture to contain me
no shepherd i can follow
theological safety nets
no longer there to catch me
bohemian-like
i plunge
free falling
plummeting
stripped wide open
magically
fearlessness
reverses gravitation
floating
untethered
i soar amongst
apricot tinged clouds
my skin still wet from rebirth
and rise with the flaming coral sun
you cannot destroy me
i twisted in your decrepit pencil sharpener
and with fresh mettle
cut through the chains that bound
you can have my ego
but you cannot have my soul
dismantling domestication
transcending limitation
wildly untamed
i fly
©2016janetaylor
Jun 2, 2016
Jun 2, 2016 at 6:40 AM UTC
cherry blossom was his smoking hot girlfriend.
they moved in together, probably in 2007.
he met her online, he was married to a woman
who he said was a fundamentalist. they had four kids,
three daughters and a son.
he wrote a lot about how his fundamentalist wife had turned
the three daughters against him. as the years went by,
he forgot their birthdays and ages because it hurt too much,
so he wrote.
"cherry blossom, you're going to make it
with your unbroken man who i hope to thank
one day for making you happy", he wrote
in a journal entitled "the last one"
dated late September of 2012.
they broke up in mid August 2011
from a journal entry dated at the end of October 2012:
"ten things you want to say to ten different people"
cherry blossom was first on the list
cherry blossom's unbroken man was second on the list
cherry blossom's son of a different baby daddy was third on the list
his own son was fourth on the list
his daughters were not on the list at all.
he was glad she was with a good guy. he didn't have to worry about her. unbroken guy was a good guy, he loved unbroken guy for that. her son was a good guy, he was glad that her son got to hang out with him and his son.
according to the public messages his friends left on his profile and the last time stamp on his activity feed,
he must have died almost three years ago,
in mid August, 7 years to the exact date
he had posted a journal entry explaining
that they had broken up and cherry blossom was moving out.
7 years is the same amount of time
it took for jacob to get rachel as his wife
after being deceived into marrying leah.
he had other journal entries too,
they go back to 2008, so some of them
cover his time with cherry blossom
cherry blossom was smokin hot,
they had *** parties
cherry blossom got all the attention
because she was smokin hot
he had bottomed to his vanilla fundamentalist wife
who turned his three daughters against him
but cherry blossom was his submissive
so cherry blossom was the way
cherry blossom introduced him to swinging, **** and gang bangs
his fundamentalist wife, who he never got a legal divorce from,
turned his three daughters against him.
he had 342 friends and 13 followers on his fetlife profile,
five left public messages on his wall after he died.
cherry blossom was so smokin hot.
Mar 23, 2021
Mar 23, 2021 at 8:54 PM UTC
Liberal affirmative action!
Bill Clinton responds with the bananas of racist market economies.
Paula Jones holds meetings on the trade embargos of Republican controversies.
Thus Newt Gingrich has affairs with voluptuous filibusters!
Congress serves subpoenas to socialist health care.
Knowest thou how the Justice Department debates with Social Security's agony?
The Religious Right wants to impeach poodle ecstasy,
But it's known that Rush Limbaugh spews forth fundamentalist tax cuts.
Jan 29, 2013
Jan 29, 2013 at 6:49 PM UTC
some light of the former birth
glitters on the hand-fan
made up of palm-leaves
do the child boats of the pigeon-pea flower
go to them to learn the fountain
all over the room
the cobweb of fundamentalist spiders
the toy-train breaks the water colour
to run towards the oil-colour
and on both sides of its travelling route
there are so many advertisements
of tooth-paste
Oct 8, 2010
Oct 8, 2010 at 9:01 PM UTC
in the same way you do not choose your ****** orientation, you do not choose whether or not you accept the status quo as is.
if you cannot enjoy a typical wage labor 9 to 5, that is just as much a part of your personal physical constitution as **** or heterosexuality. Just as much as there is a physical difference between the brain of the poet and the brain of the CEO, the gay and the straight, the Buddhist and the Christian, the average and the post-traumatic, the loose and the fundamentalist, the oppressed and the oppressor, the man and the woman.
our world is built on generalization. if it cannot define you as wide, it will narrow and narrow and narrow until the grand generalization can enslave the marginalized categories to it's non-existent objectivism.
God is dead. By God, Nietzsche meant mans search for objectivity.
unlock the *******
door
and burn
your worthless
commandments.
they mean nothing
unless someone agrees.
and they can only
agree
for so
long.
Jan 31, 2014
Jan 31, 2014 at 1:04 AM UTC
Paul Wolfowitz bathes in Pakistani WMDs.
Cool!
John Ashcroft gives speeches on Muslim freedom,
But it's known that Saddam Hussein debates with the agony of compassionate terrorism.
**** Cheney quivers in Al Qaeda's lust.
There he goes again!
The U.N. aches for the caves of fundamentalist falsehoods.
Can you believe Fox News erupts with Republican rapture?
Jan 29, 2013
Jan 29, 2013 at 6:43 PM UTC
The sound of every bullet of the world is one.
The smell of gunpowder is the same.
The length of each scream is equal.
The eyes of every hyena are red.
The language of every fundamentalist and dictator is the torture.
Every oppressed's land is
Yemen, Kashmir, Palestine or Syria.
Thereafter praiser of the Veds,
Talmud, Bibles and the Quran
Describe the inner importance of your own.
Keep in mind that the oppressed has no God.
Aug 14, 2019
Aug 14, 2019 at 9:19 AM UTC
every day we learn
how many died of violence
in any corner of the globe,
be it in wars, by terror,
fundamentalist fanatics,
gun-toting psychopaths and haters,
or all of the above
the figures seem to grow
the daily death toll makes us callous
what earlier was horror
has turned into ****** routine
so much so that
when there’s a day we do NOT hear
about some grisly ******
we feel like we have got a bargain!
Jun 12, 2016
Jun 12, 2016 at 2:12 PM UTC
She will never understand
Fundamentalist Christianity’s demand
To maintain a perfect flower
Solely for a husband to devour
Robbed of her innocence
She begs in the form of repentance
For acceptance and forgiveness
The entire congregation a witness
To victim shame is to victim blame
Even innocent children aren’t immune
Ten past noon on a sunny day in June
A girl’s ***** was breached
A sin in the eyes of the lord, the goodly preacher preached
An unmarried non-virgin is a ***** and nothing more
A defiled child, her name reviled
She is blamed, she is shamed
By her own flesh and blood
Silenced was the little lamb
To hell she will be ******
Keep up the facade
Just smile and nod
Pretend to love the church
Cross necklace, bible, and long skirt
C’mon show your love! Buy that Jesus merch!
Wanting to shed her skin
A prison she’s trapped in
The most perfect of little girls
Except she lost her white pearls
A bitter pill to swallow
The Lord Jesus she must follow
Knowing her body’s imperfect
Understanding she’ll never be worth it
So with the congregation’s nod, the goodly preacher preached:
"For in the eyes of God,
A ***** which is breached
On a girl without a ring
Is worth nothing but a fling"
Jan 4, 2017
Jan 4, 2017 at 10:28 AM UTC
O! Bake me a cake of your lovely
sweet ****
And I'll eat it, savouring every bite
How I'd love to collapse my face right
into it....
That throne upon which she sits
The sheer arrogance magnificence of
it.
O! I've been up her hills
And down her valleys
But I ain't ever seen anything
Like her two cheeky Charlies.
O! I love their lazy swagger
Would love them served to me on a
platter.
Her wonderful pert and Queenly
bottom
Her splendid imperious behind.
So you can keep your views on
Donald Trump
And fundamentalist religion
Me! All I want are thoughts of you
And your beautiful curvaceous
bottom.
Jul 5, 2020
Jul 5, 2020 at 12:07 PM UTC
*if you asked me to write about something -
the stars, sadness, darkness, death.
i could. and i would.
i would give it to you, clad in astroids for armor,
star-spangled, criss-crossing in between sunbeams and rainbows.
i would give it to you as a wilted flower on a plate,
colorless save for the red of the rotting apple -
the surrealist dream, the existentialist crisis
of oblivion and everything in between.
ask me to write about what i'm feeling now,
ask me to write about my emotions, my thoughts.
i can't.
for i know my thoughts are as different from yours
as a solar eclipse in the andromeda galaxy,
as hope in my vacuum heart.
and that's just the thing.
my "red" will never be the same as your "red",
my "night never the same as your "night".
and my words, are far from adequate
in telling you what i think
of me,
of you,
of us,
of the world.
it is a fundamentalist problem,
a human flaw,
an error in communication,
an inherent imperfection,
a fatalistic trait,
a damning hamartia
that we as humans
will never overcome.
words are powerful,
pictures are more so,
touch just can't be surpassed.
but none will never be enough
to address everything that is as it is,
everything in our heads,
everything.
we are all alone in this world.*
Apr 5, 2015
Apr 5, 2015 at 10:27 AM UTC
anything is possible. i don't mean this in a good way.
will you look at me while i'm talking?
not like that.
i know you are.
i want you to see me. i want you to keep up.
i could go completely ******* crazy.
i could never speak to any of my friends ever again.
i could join a fundamentalist christian cult.
i could drop out of college.
i could look into the mirror and see my own eyes reflected back to me, or gouge them out to be free of the burden. i could do anything, but it's all a matter of actualization.
you have to know what you're looking for
before you go out to find it.
the story the eyes try to sell you is always leaving something out.
you want this to be easy. you want the mirror to have a purpose.
don't we all?
you want to know what you want, but we are all stumbling blindly through this desert.
alone despite being inches from one another.
i'll try not to get too cocky,
because the only difference between you and me
is concept, language;
life is a whole other beast to cage.
don't get too hung up on definitions.
definitions are for law. this is poetry.
this is me building a mirror just to break it.
it's funny, how that always turns out.
realized desires are boring.
we get what we want
and we break it.
every mirror shatters in the end
and we all die a solipsist,
wanting and narcissistic.
Feb 10, 2021
Feb 10, 2021 at 10:02 PM UTC
He's a bully. He's a goon.
He can't be gone too soon.
A sadistic megalomaniac
he would crush Forrest Gump
like a rotten tree stump
"because Forrest Gump is a loser, a sad pathetic little man
and I am a winner, the people love me, we have
an amazing relationship, just amazing."
If you swallowed all his lies
you will need a stomach pump.
If you believe his nationalist nonsense
you're a chump.
He surrounds himself with nepotistic relations
and wealthy cronies
and listens to them only.
Despite his empty promises
the Rust Belt is not going to
wake up from its slump any time soon.
Military spending (but not your real wages)
will take a huge jump.
The sooner he's dumped
the better off for all
though a right-wing Christian fundamentalist
is waiting in the wings
ready to take his place
and help the One Percent control the human race.
Jul 7, 2017
Jul 7, 2017 at 2:44 PM UTC
Mc Carthy
sokağında kıstırılmış
siren sesleri yok artık
slogan ve afişlerde
fundamentalist fırça hakim
karnı gebeş vampir azısında
kan grubu fark etmez
umursamaz da
taze kana ihtiyaç var yazar
emniyeti açık namlu ucunda
tek slogan taşır
tır,
tır
çanta, çanta
kazanan kazandık sanır
şeytan gibi göz
piramidin alnında
sevda da
böyle biraz
nerde çiçek çocukları
z'ye dayandı bile hayta
mekanik ve sanal yürüyor
ceplerde ölüyor sevda
sonra bir başkası
ve biri
daha sonra
Gauss cikleti gibi uzayıp gidiyor
oysa
Zambo çiğnerdi bizim kızlar
hula hoplu, seksekli oyunlarda
halbuki şimdi
s'expartner adım atacak mı?
kaygısı
dişil açılımlarda
bense
yurtsuz john gibiyim
hayat lokantasında
menüye bakmadan garsona
çek bir
Magna Carta
diyorum
nohut oda olsun
Emma nerdeyse gelir..
..
Sep 16, 2019
Sep 16, 2019 at 4:12 AM UTC
I was a bigot,
My body wrapped in red and white,
With blue eyes on stardom.
I was a saint,
Satan's servant with a Bible,
A man of God's war crimes.
I was a fundamentalist,
Funding mental lists of hate
With money stolen from the poor.
I was a colonist,
Carving out sacred land
For the benefit of my white body.
I was a misogynist,
Marking my territory like a dog,
******* on the other’s freedom.
I was an American,
A white straight man,
A brutal prodigy of the patriarchy.
I was
As he was,
A lineage that will be broken.
Sep 20, 2020
Sep 20, 2020 at 5:42 PM UTC
a wild man entered and sputtered scripture quotes to fit his idea of the world
while I kept composure
knowing that his idea of madness was indeed his own insanity
and that love makes no-one mad even the ones he said God did by reason of them not following Him
Yes his Christian message was so wide of the mark you just knew he indeed was not following love, and it was this fact at the heart of his insane wild protestations, keeping him locked into his own unique form of madness, and God had nothing to do with it at all.
Dec 27, 2015
Dec 27, 2015 at 6:21 PM UTC
Great enough to whisper in the ears of extremists?
So great he told you to leave me?
How great is the god who does not belong to me?
All you whom this god belongs to, sing with the singer
How great is this god?
How great is this god that he would lay silent
While millions are disenfranchised?
In whom is he whispering now?
To the abolitionists or the traders?
How great is this god?
When those who picket funerals
picket weddings too
Is this god ever so present with them?
Is this god in you when you keep me up at night
And tell me the last two years have been for nothing?
Name above all nomenclature
Worthy of the praise of those whom this god belongs to
Apparently, even I will sing how great
Is this god
And how about that time when we were close to each other
And we started talking about people of the same *** loving one another
Did you notice the miles that immediately spawned between us
As soon as you placed the dividing wall between us
We shot away from each other like we had no other choice
Like positive magnet to positive pole
And now, apparently, we are to listen to this voice
Of a god who's apparently worthy of the praise of those
Whom this god belongs to
And apparently even I will sing how great
Is this god
All you whom this god belongs to, sing with the singer
About how great is this god
And ask this rhetorical question
Without ever actually having to do
Any thinking
Name above all nomenclature
Apparently is too great for words
Obviously goes beyond cultural conceptions
Intrinsically dies at the wrong hills
Clearly lies through his teeth
And apparently I will even sing
How great is this god
When I am dead and in an afterlife
I will notice how wrong I was
In saying this god couldn't be
Apparently I will even sing
With the singer
And we will reminisce about
How I was a fundamentalist
When I got things "right"
There is power in finding worth
By subtracting it from others
And when my name is separate
From the Divine, I
Fail to be great
Anthony, so far from god's name,
Nomenclature poised to be lesser
Belongs to a being whose divinity is lesser
And wholly separate
From this god
Name above all nomenclature
Worthy of the praise of those whom this god belongs to
The singer's heart goes out to you,
Grows a mouth and sings, "how great
Is this god?"
I fear a better question would be where
Is this god?
And is this god loving?
Can he and I be loving together
Can I be loved?
What is arbitrary greatness but the same exclusive club
You ascribe to when you posit that it is not my god
Nor your god
Not the god of every human being
But the god of a tribe
"our god"
Jun 28, 2017
Jun 28, 2017 at 9:18 AM UTC
Manipulative
Yeildless
Fundamentalist
Awful
Taunting
Habitual Liar
Egotistic
Reckless
Aug 4, 2017
Aug 4, 2017 at 10:33 PM UTC