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"miscegenation" poems
There’s a lot to be said for this place. A near-perfect pitch for diversity, Diversity: a neurolinguistic term; A quaint way to say: miscegenation. No, just kidding; I meant the melting *** A fine blend of Anglo, Hispanic & Indian blood— That’s Pueblo & Plains Indian blood-- Not that **** masala, chapati & dal Indian blood. My apologies to "Who's the White Guy?" Bobby Jindal. New Mexico: “The Land of Enchantment.” Where 310 sunny days per annum, Are like money in the bank, earning Double-plus compound interest for those Suffering with seasonal affective disorders. A land of sunshine without the orange juice, But substitute chili, red or green? An equitable offset to be sure. 310 days of sunshine: Even the white people are brown here. Which does a lot for my self-esteem. Back east—New York, Chicago & Philadelphia e.g.— People that look like me, i.e., People with dark brown hair, eyes and skin, Get stopped/ass-cheek spread/& frisked, routinely. Stop & Frisk: NYPD’s spectator sport for decades. Stop & Frisk: Mayor Bloomberg-defended Crime-stopping Godsend, Getting guns off the streets. Getting homicides down. Everything’s cool until some slick race baiter, Starts yelling: RACIAL PROFILING. Forget for a moment that people that look like me, People like me with dark hair, eyes & skin, Commit 78% of the crime in most cities. “It’s not racially driven profiling,” Said Newark’s police director recently Referring to stops carried out by his officers. “IT’S CRIME-DRIVEN PROFILING!” But, again, political-correctness trumps common sense: August 2013: Judge Rules NYPD Stop-and-Frisk Unconstitutional. Well I’ll be a monkey’s *** ****** I moved to New Mexico to blend in. My complexion a shoe-in for The Witness Protection Program or Any other public or private, Domestic or international rendition site. But I digress. New Mexico: no passport necessary, Babaloo! New Mexico: be you white or black, Hispanic or Indian, Or even Roswell extraterrestrial, The cops here will beat the **** out of you. Or shoot you dead, Kemosabe.
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Feb 7, 2015
Feb 7, 2015 at 1:44 PM UTC
"Let Me Hip You to the Land of Enchantment"
There’s a lot to be said for this place. A near-perfect pitch for diversity, Diversity: a neurolinguistic term; A quaint way to say: miscegenation. No, just kidding; I meant the melting *** A fine blend of Anglo, Hispanic & Indian blood— That’s Pueblo & Plains Indian blood-- Not that **** masala, chapati & dal Indian blood. My apologies to "Who's the White Guy?" Bobby Jindal. New Mexico: “The Land of Enchantment.” Where 310 sunny days per annum, Are like money in the bank, earning Double-plus compound interest for those Suffering with seasonal affective disorders. A land of sunshine without the orange juice, But substitute chili, red or green? An equitable offset to be sure. 310 days of sunshine: Even the white people are brown here. Which does a lot for my self-esteem. Back east—New York, Chicago & Philadelphia e.g.— People that look like me, i.e., People with dark brown hair, eyes and skin, Get stopped/ass-cheek spread/& frisked, routinely. Stop & Frisk: NYPD’s spectator sport for decades. Stop & Frisk: Mayor Bloomberg-defended Crime-stopping Godsend, Getting guns off the streets. Getting homicides down. Everything’s cool until some slick race baiter, Starts yelling: RACIAL PROFILING. Forget for a moment that people that look like me, People like me with dark hair, eyes & skin, Commit 78% of the crime in most cities. “It’s not racially driven profiling,” Said Newark’s police director recently Referring to stops carried out by his officers. “IT’S CRIME-DRIVEN PROFILING!” But, again, political-correctness trumps common sense: August 2013: Judge Rules NYPD Stop-and-Frisk Unconstitutional. Well I’ll be a monkey’s *** ****** I moved to New Mexico to blend in. My complexion a shoe-in for The Witness Protection Program or Any other public or private, Domestic or international rendition site. But I digress. New Mexico: no passport necessary, Babaloo! New Mexico: be you white or black, Hispanic or Indian, Or even Roswell extraterrestrial, The cops here will beat the **** out of you. Or shoot you dead, Kemosabe.
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Brothers, let us stand together. Sisters, you can stay sitting. Let us stand united by our inability to stay out in the sun too long. In fact, would someone mind erecting a gazebo for us to stand united underneath? Thank you. Brothers, having proven that we cannot demonstrate our superiority through sport, rhetoric, mathematics, music, drama, art, science, business acumen or military might Let us instead prove it beyond all doubt by gathering in groups and chanting slogans. Flags are good, too. Dagnab it, just look at the way we can wave those flags. If that doesn't qualify us as the Master Race, then I don't know what will. And thus anointed, let us expunge the world of miscegenation. Let us cleanse public radio of anything other than Bavarian folk music. Let us revel in boiled beef and wheat-based foods. Let us return the mineral wealth of the world to the tarnished, coloured nations from whence it came. Let us reject foreign mythologies apart from that one about Jesus obviously. Let us all return to the country, town, street and house of our birth. History is with us, brothers. If there's one thing it teaches us it's that nothing should ever change and empires never fall. Sieg heil!
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Nov 22, 2016
Nov 22, 2016 at 8:22 AM UTC
White Supremacy
O LOVE! O LOVE! WHY ARE YOU EVER DEVOID OF LOGIC? Alexander K Opicho (Eldoret, Kenya; [email protected]) Mankind in its pathetic folly entice you in a dint of stupor Knowing not your true colour and texture Endeavoring to achieve glory in your mastery With the so limited human capacity In grey faith that you are a cradle of bliss But O love! Why are you ever crooked? Young men and women in strength of their sinews Toil day and night in ******* of humanity Praying and whining incantations with the hope for optimal love Ornamenting their bodies with diamond and bronze Fibre and silk ornamented to helm of providence In the foolish quest for love equillibria But in full stretch of your vice, you impish love You catapult all away to the shifted goal posts O love! O love! Why are you ever ruthless? You hate the learned but you favour the strong You hate professors but you favour the soldiers You hate the rich but you favour the agile You hate the lawyers but you favour the footballers You hate the pastors but you favour the ruffian You hate the whites but you favour the Negroes You hate the groomed but you love the ragamuffin You hate the chaste but you favour the mistress O love! O love! Why are you ever illogical? Love, I revere you for wickedness and irrationality In all of your history you scored sum *** laude In the duo as blend of your domain, Look; You never dwell in a genuine companionship You like where the couth will interject; Amidst fornication between married and single ones Amidst adultery in the triangle of foul compassion Amidst miscegenation between black and white Amidst infatuation between the whole and the lame Amidst conjugal appetite between the old and the young Amidst concupiscence between house master and houshelp Amidst immorality of married master over the wallowing servant Amidst libidos between literate teacher unto the peasant pupil Amidst disordered passion among the sly lesbians Amidst impious ********** among the suave gays O love! O love! You are the most wicked force! Love I am told; your colour is red You may be red or you may not be red But all in all, you deserve poetical veneration For your herculean ability to bend the most wise; In your force you made sagacious Shakespeare to bend In your force you made Princes Diana to bend and bend Bending downwardly stooping for Afawoyed the moor, In your stupefying dint you made Napoleon de Bonaparte To bend and bend downwardly stooping for Josephine Josephine a famed she-Casanova in the gone Paris Among the then humanity and the then animality, In your impairing machinery you set sons on their fathers In the roman empire of Antony and Ceaser In the scramble for Cleopatra, the Egyptian queen Beauty of her aquiline nose heavily hovered perhaps In the eyes of the Roman beholders The father and the son only to sent the empire To the love forlorn smithereens!
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Dec 3, 2013
Dec 3, 2013 at 5:08 AM UTC
O love ! O love ! why are you ever devoid of logic ?
O LOVE! O LOVE! WHY ARE YOU EVER DEVOID OF LOGIC? Alexander K Opicho (Eldoret, Kenya; [email protected]) Mankind in its pathetic folly entice you in a dint of stupor Knowing not your true colour and texture Endeavoring to achieve glory in your mastery With the so limited human capacity In grey faith that you are a cradle of bliss But O love! Why are you ever crooked? Young men and women in strength of their sinews Toil day and night in ******* of humanity Praying and whining incantations with the hope for optimal love Ornamenting their bodies with diamond and bronze Fibre and silk ornamented to helm of providence In the foolish quest for love equillibria But in full stretch of your vice, you impish love You catapult all away to the shifted goal posts O love! O love! Why are you ever ruthless? You hate the learned but you favour the strong You hate professors but you favour the soldiers You hate the rich but you favour the agile You hate the lawyers but you favour the footballers You hate the pastors but you favour the ruffian You hate the whites but you favour the Negroes You hate the groomed but you love the ragamuffin You hate the chaste but you favour the mistress O love! O love! Why are you ever illogical? Love, I revere you for wickedness and irrationality In all of your history you scored sum *** laude In the duo as blend of your domain, Look; You never dwell in a genuine companionship You like where the couth will interject; Amidst fornication between married and single ones Amidst adultery in the triangle of foul compassion Amidst miscegenation between black and white Amidst infatuation between the whole and the lame Amidst conjugal appetite between the old and the young Amidst concupiscence between house master and houshelp Amidst immorality of married master over the wallowing servant Amidst libidos between literate teacher unto the peasant pupil Amidst disordered passion among the sly lesbians Amidst impious ********** among the suave gays O love! O love! You are the most wicked force! Love I am told; your colour is red You may be red or you may not be red But all in all, you deserve poetical veneration For your herculean ability to bend the most wise; In your force you made sagacious Shakespeare to bend In your force you made Princes Diana to bend and bend Bending downwardly stooping for Afawoyed the moor, In your stupefying dint you made Napoleon de Bonaparte To bend and bend downwardly stooping for Josephine Josephine a famed she-Casanova in the gone Paris Among the then humanity and the then animality, In your impairing machinery you set sons on their fathers In the roman empire of Antony and Ceaser In the scramble for Cleopatra, the Egyptian queen Beauty of her aquiline nose heavily hovered perhaps In the eyes of the Roman beholders The father and the son only to sent the empire To the love forlorn smithereens!
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Give me back my sheets! You have stained them... With your neo-nazism. White pride world wide? You are no nativist. Sure Whites are now eight percent of the population, but is race culture? Catholic under those stained sheets? Your diocese's came and made that road to Rome. Albeit subversion of Americanism mutually. And as communism did exactly what we knew, by way of the Black Church and the Synagogue. Have manifested Jewish rites in governance. Made non-miscegenation taboo for Whites systematically. Compromised national sovereignty for a global order. All the while feminists have made the womb an ego for Moloch. You say the Ku Klux **** is unacceptable? They are nil. Yet you romanticize the mafia. Thank you mafia for upholding the unions, gambling and *********** Give me back my sheets! © S. Wesley Mcgranor
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Feb 5, 2015
Feb 5, 2015 at 12:58 AM UTC
Give Me Back My Sheets
(I) Love Thy Neighbor As Thy self ~ *how I would honor this with joy effervescent, this simplest of methodologies if only I, could permission myself to love myself if only I, knew how to love* ~~ (II) redemption: the city of man reinventing himself *busting bursting, this city, ceaseless change, old discardation, how blind am I, skyscrapers built in a day how have I failed to notice the estate changes a master plan unknown, the reasoned limits ever stretched. in defiance of taste and sense, obedient to Babel tower's net-result, the miscegenation of language but this is a ruse issue, an example of me/man, this new born spawn, a wagging tail of a man I know, a failed inventor, nary a patent to his name years on years he patiently awaits for one true inspiration a redefinition, a redemption, a reinvention, a new cornerstone to lay upon it a new foundation just a clue, a single block, he can clean erase start over, inaugurate a recommencement celebration to  begin the same mistakes here be the rub, the irritation, the seed comes implanted and then wind spread can be only repaired, replaced when cross pollinated with the love of a foreign body and his only crime, love poetry, his crime alone, for unopened it, and he, both-awaiting the time when others come impatient to bulldoze him aside* ~~~ (III) Three three *an oddity an uneven symmetrical imagery* "only love poetry" *a three sum, - three legged stool- there is nothing new under the sun, whispers the Psalmist this I whisper only, alone, one, be no such! only love poetry until* ~~~~ postscript ***if only I, knew how to love***
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Nov 6, 2016
Nov 6, 2016 at 10:08 AM UTC
I, II, III: Love Thy Neighbor As Thyself
(I) Love Thy Neighbor As Thy self ~ *how I would honor this with joy effervescent, this simplest of methodologies if only I, could permission myself to love myself if only I, knew how to love* ~~ (II) redemption: the city of man reinventing himself *busting bursting, this city, ceaseless change, old discardation, how blind am I, skyscrapers built in a day how have I failed to notice the estate changes a master plan unknown, the reasoned limits ever stretched. in defiance of taste and sense, obedient to Babel tower's net-result, the miscegenation of language but this is a ruse issue, an example of me/man, this new born spawn, a wagging tail of a man I know, a failed inventor, nary a patent to his name years on years he patiently awaits for one true inspiration a redefinition, a redemption, a reinvention, a new cornerstone to lay upon it a new foundation just a clue, a single block, he can clean erase start over, inaugurate a recommencement celebration to  begin the same mistakes here be the rub, the irritation, the seed comes implanted and then wind spread can be only repaired, replaced when cross pollinated with the love of a foreign body and his only crime, love poetry, his crime alone, for unopened it, and he, both-awaiting the time when others come impatient to bulldoze him aside* ~~~ (III) Three three *an oddity an uneven symmetrical imagery* "only love poetry" *a three sum, - three legged stool- there is nothing new under the sun, whispers the Psalmist this I whisper only, alone, one, be no such! only love poetry until* ~~~~ postscript ***if only I, knew how to love***
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Hate doesn’t die It just changes its’ disguise Switches out old lies For the new ones Wore sheets Now you hear the pounding of feet Hear hopes defeat in political speech And church’s doctrine For some reason They have to stop them From committing such a sin And the cycle circles us again Anti-miscegenation laws Fade to be replaced by Anti-gay marriage laws For what cause The perpetuation of an enemy To distract you and me From the real abuses of our society When you let yourself Be fooled so easily Waving your fists angrily Even though the lessons Are readily written in our history But the cycle never ends The hatred bends Like light in ocean To blind devotion And the hate goes on for leagues
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Oct 30, 2015
Oct 30, 2015 at 12:31 PM UTC
Written Before The Supreme Court Ruling
when Noah told god, He, was gonna save the world, from his **** flood (the sorry storybook, in fact, got it wrong), god mystified, Noah well versified how he was agonna do it, the man with the plan how to salve the world two by two, Noah replied, and that's not lied, see below, see below, two poems, sorta side by side, but not                          read down, across, whichever One                 Two            starts two,                   is multiplication, one X two                    equals two one boy                     one girl, or girl                       whatever, needs you,                       one boy get a room,                     in an arc. everybody just get a room             no god,                           universal remote one tongue,                    inside you, misinformation,              miscue negation, miscommunication,       no care about divides,                            miscegenation,                           the house rules,                     black asian even,           white, red and blue. got wolves,                     deer, making hay got The Eagles,              with The Beatles sleeping with the,          gone feral, loving zebras,                           the lambs, bunk mates,                  making the cutest babies. everybody's singing,    we can work it out   even the cats,               the dogs, lovers of the K-nine,     loving them feline sea lions, and now everybody loves the snakes for their long tongues, physical abilities and the resulting ****** prowess. enough of this two by two **** were a bad divinity idea to begin with.  Everybody get a room, learn to fit, whatever parts you got, just stick 'em in. The Hunans I had to segregate, cause they be another type. but whoopee if the white boys can't get enough black love, the asians explaining the karma sutra and the Eskimos are curling their toes, yada yada how come when it comes to *** everbody loves the other side. When all were aboard, Noah got a beer, and said I sure hope there is some football on tv, cause everybody loves football. If anybody sees a zebra striped pigeon, give me a holla!
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Feb 16, 2014
Feb 16, 2014 at 12:44 PM UTC
Everybody get a room, or, how Noah salved the world!
when Noah told god, He, was gonna save the world, from his **** flood (the sorry storybook, in fact, got it wrong), god mystified, Noah well versified how he was agonna do it, the man with the plan how to salve the world two by two, Noah replied, and that's not lied, see below, see below, two poems, sorta side by side, but not                          read down, across, whichever One                 Two            starts two,                   is multiplication, one X two                    equals two one boy                     one girl, or girl                       whatever, needs you,                       one boy get a room,                     in an arc. everybody just get a room             no god,                           universal remote one tongue,                    inside you, misinformation,              miscue negation, miscommunication,       no care about divides,                            miscegenation,                           the house rules,                     black asian even,           white, red and blue. got wolves,                     deer, making hay got The Eagles,              with The Beatles sleeping with the,          gone feral, loving zebras,                           the lambs, bunk mates,                  making the cutest babies. everybody's singing,    we can work it out   even the cats,               the dogs, lovers of the K-nine,     loving them feline sea lions, and now everybody loves the snakes for their long tongues, physical abilities and the resulting ****** prowess. enough of this two by two **** were a bad divinity idea to begin with.  Everybody get a room, learn to fit, whatever parts you got, just stick 'em in. The Hunans I had to segregate, cause they be another type. but whoopee if the white boys can't get enough black love, the asians explaining the karma sutra and the Eskimos are curling their toes, yada yada how come when it comes to *** everbody loves the other side. When all were aboard, Noah got a beer, and said I sure hope there is some football on tv, cause everybody loves football. If anybody sees a zebra striped pigeon, give me a holla!
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A box of shadows lies dormant in a cluttered altar Seething in circuitous rage it ravages for a state of tranquility Clinging to clichés it finds a familiar maze of cognition to pace Crunch Time Crunch Less of it... A prosaic necrosis leeching at the lungs of the pure until the labyrinth halts and coughs for another chance to die But there A smile permeates the glass of the half empty and the being forges on in the wish of a kiss beyond birth But no one could want such a putrescent jinn A miscegenation of indolence and desperation half-cocked to quake at the cackle of a shred of hope... Her illiterate alliterations go as far as a pebble into the deep where once She found her depths
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Nov 11, 2018
Nov 11, 2018 at 4:07 AM UTC
The Graveyard
Please Approximate/Designate   Race: check  all that apply (if any) pre employment query (optional ostensibly) 🀆American Indian 🀆 White 🀆Tenderfoot 🀆Half-Breed 🀆Crackers *** ***** 🀆Guineas 🀆Polacks 🀆Micks 🀆Black 🀆African American 🀆Hispanic 🀆 Non-Hispanic Latino 🀆Asian 🀆Ending in ease, Chinese, Japanese, Vietnamese… 🀆Filipino’s  (flips) 🀆Calico 🀆Hindi Indian, **** Middle Eastern, Bedouins, Persian… 🀆Hawaiian, Polynesian, Oceanian 🀆Mixed Plate 🀆Semitic (Hebe’s and Arabs) 🀆Translucent 🀆Freakasoides  (human) 🀆Alien, (outer space kine) 🀆Tuna-neck (any variety) 🀆Other 🀆Undecided 🀆None of your biz wax 🀆Beats all hell outta me 🀆WAT *** 🀆Cannot compute 🀆Complete Miscegenation 🀆From whence do we commence this abstruse extrapolation?   (anglo saxon) **** All ©kwr
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Feb 16, 2020
Feb 16, 2020 at 10:30 PM UTC
Is This Poetic