"korans" poems
anywhere u go
its about what u do
who u know
what u have
take a piece
and one for the road
take and take
is all we do
judged like a book
every single day
in one glance
no second thoughts
hardcover hollywood
special editions
and just for dummies rule
those text book kings
and things of the past
replaced by
sefl-help gurus
with a thirst for power
history books burn
and dictionaries die
bibles and korans
wage war for deeds
written in oil
more precious than blood
lawbooks lie
with family trees
while notebooks fill
with pointless lives
but my story is written
with my sweat
and tears
filled with pages and pages
of love and fears
i dont need to be
hardcovered
reprinted
bound up
and edited
forget the colors
and the revamped image
no motion pictures
just a story
on my shelf
the last of them all
the Paperback Boy.
Sep 16, 2012
Sep 16, 2012 at 10:47 AM UTC
By: Cedric McClester
Excuse me as I do my ablution
After I wipe my *** on your Constitution
Which you don’t believe in anyway
At least not the parts that expressly say
There’s freedom of religion as well as speech
Those are the things that I’m told you teach
The same things that you want to now take away
As you dictate to me where I can or can’t pray
I need ablution
To wash myself clean
Of the things that you say
But clearly don’t mean
Your attitude
Borders on the obscene
So I need ablution
To wash myself clean
What’s happened to the American ideal
The one that was sold that had such appeal
And is all but forgotten nowadays
Which is apparent in so many ways
Where’s the principles on which you stand
Have they been abandoned throughout this land
If your core values are becoming suspect
Is there anything left for you to protect
I need ablution
To wash myself clean
Of the things that you say
But clearly don’t mean
Your attitude
Borders on the obscene
So I need ablution
To wash myself clean
Your attitude has me so confused
Cos the right to free speech
Is so often abused
And you know you’re guilty
As you’ve been accused
When burning Korans
Is all over the news
I need ablution
To wash myself clean
Of the things that you say
But clearly don’t mean
Your attitude
Borders on the obscene
So I need ablution
To wash myself clean
Excuse me as I do my ablution
After I wipe my *** on your Constitution
Which you don’t believe in anyway
At least not the parts that expressly say
There’s freedom of religion as well as speech
Those are the things that I’m told you teach
The same things that you want to now take away
As you dictate to me where I can or can’t pray
(c) Copyright 2015, Cedric McClester. All rights reserved.
Apr 24, 2015
Apr 24, 2015 at 11:42 PM UTC
By: Cedric McClester
Excuse me as I do my ablution
After I wipe my *** on the Constitution
Which you don’t believe in anyway
At least not the parts that expressly say
There’s freedom of religion as well as speech
Those are the things that I’m told you teach
The same things that you want to now take away
As you dictate to me where I can or cannot pray
I need ablution
To wash myself clean
Of the things that you say
But clearly don’t mean
Your attitude
Borders on the obscene
So I need ablution
To wash myself clean
What’s happened to the American ideal
The one that was sold that had such appeal
And is all but forgotten nowadays
Which is apparent in so many ways
Where’s the principles on which you stand
Have they been abandoned throughout this land
If your core values are becoming suspect
Is there anything left for you to protect
I need ablution
To wash myself clean
Of the things that you say
But clearly don’t mean
Your attitude
Borders on the obscene
So I need ablution
To wash myself clean
Your attitude has me so confused
Cos the right to free speech
Is so often abused
And you know you’re guilty
As you’ve been accused
When burning Korans
Is all over the news
I need ablution
To wash myself clean
Of the things that you say
But clearly don’t mean
Your attitude
Borders on the obscene
So I need ablution
To wash myself clean
Excuse me as I do my ablution
After I wipe my *** on the Constitution
Which you don’t believe in anyway
At least not the parts that expressly say
There’s freedom of religion as well as speech
Those are the things that I’m told you teach
The same things that you want to now take away
As you dictate to me where I can or cannot pray
Cedric McClester, Copyright (c) 2016. All rights reserved.
Mar 3, 2016
Mar 3, 2016 at 1:26 AM UTC
Parfois, je me sens pris d'horreur pour cette terre ;
Mon vers semble la bouche ouverte d'un cratère ;
J'ai le farouche émoi
Que donne l'ouragan monstrueux au grand arbre ;
Mon cœur prend feu ; je sens tout ce que j'ai de marbre
Devenir lave en moi ;
Quoi ! rien de vrai ! le scribe a pour appui le reître ;
Toutes les robes, juge et vierge, femme et prêtre,
Mentent ou mentiront ;
Le dogme boit du sang, l'autel bénit le crime ;
Toutes les vérités, groupe triste et sublime,
Ont la rougeur au front ;
La sinistre lueur des rois est sur nos têtes ;
Le temple est plein d'enfer ; la clarté de nos fêtes
Obscurcit le ciel bleu ;
L'âme a le penchement d'un navire qui sombre ;
Et les religions, à tâtons, ont dans l'ombre
Pris le démon pour Dieu !
Oh ! qui me donnera des paroles terribles ?
Oh ! je déchirerai ces chartes et ces bibles,
Ces codes, ces korans !
Je pousserai le cri profond des catastrophes ;
Et je vous saisirai, sophistes, dans mes strophes,
Dans mes ongles, tyrans.
Ainsi, frémissant, pâle, indigné, je bouillonne ;
On ne sait quel essaim d'aigles noirs tourbillonne
Dans mon ciel embrasé ;
Deuil ! guerre ! une euménide en mon âme est éclose !
Quoi ! le mal est partout ! Je regarde une rose
Et je suis apaisé.
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