"publically" poems
We are the Republicans!
Kneel and bow!
We are superior!
All kowtow!
We deal in campaign funds
Hand and fist.
We believe in oligarchy
With a twist!
We hate democracy
We spit in our hats.
We hate all poor people
Especially Democrats.
We think equality
Is a crime.
Back to the nineteenth century
Doubletime.
There is no place here
In our fine land
Where we give the votes
To our field hands
And women who should all
Be in the kitchen
Instead of out carrying signs
And publically ********
We are the Republicans!
Kneel and bow!
We are superior!
All kowtow!
We deal in campaign funds
Hand and fist.
We believe in oligarchy
With a twist!
We believe in the Bible which
We mostly never read.
We think all non-Christians
Should be dead.
At least they should not be
Allowed to vote.
That kind of godlessness
Gets our goat.
The only kind of righteous men
Are our own kind.
Not gays, blacks and Mexicans!
What are you, blind?
We ran the show right all along
White power!
The day the other kinds acted up
Was an evil hour.
We are the Republicans!
Kneel and bow!
We are superior!
All kowtow!
We deal in campaign funds
Hand and fist.
We believe in oligarchy
With a twist!
Mar 23, 2016
Mar 23, 2016 at 6:31 PM UTC
The life of a Youtuber
new and just trying
hardly any subscribers
and barely surviving
She pulls out her camera
and then everyone stares
she's vlogging publically
and suddenly everyone cares
had she have no camera
she'd be just a normal girl
no one would even look her way
and judge her like an ungodly pearl
yet she still talks to the screen
for they are her only friends
the 19 subscribers
she talks to without end
she smiles as she watches
her view count go up to 40
and dreams of the day
it'll turn into 60
She posts and posts
but what no one really sees
is the girl behind the camera
in real life, she'd freeze
she's now in the store
and talking to her screen
people look at her like she's crazy
and she wishes she couldn't be seen
But someday she'll earn
ten millions of subscribers
and those very same people
will love her with each one of their fibers
So she just keeps on going
hoping and wishing
that someday she'll make it
so she just keeps on keeping.
Apr 4, 2018
Apr 4, 2018 at 1:53 AM UTC
Cheers to those who loudly scream, but are turned a deaf ear to.
Cheers to those who patiently beg for concern, yet are turned a blind eye to.
Cheers to those whose hearts are broken and ache in silence.
Cheers to those having no more tears to cry nor a heart left to suffer.
Cheers to those whose life ***** and smile, though.
Cheers to those who love deeply, and aren't loved back.
Cheers to those who keep stumbling, and getting back on their feet.
Cheers to those whose days are alike, yet they are used to them.
Cheers to those who are in constant search of something they have no clue about.
Cheers to those having their faces buried through their phones day and night.
Cheers to those who are always aimelessly wandering.
Cheers to the poor who still believe that money doesn't create happiness.
Cheers to those who keep failing, and never surrender, and cheers to those who surrendered as well.
Cheers to those promising and never keep their promises.
Cheers to those trying their best to find a way out of their misery, and never succeed.
Cheers to those seeking attention, and never get it.
Cheers to those who appear strong publically, and lose that strength in private.
Cheers to those who fear, but always claim bravery.
Cheers to those desiring to change their lives, and have no idea how or where to begin.
Cheers to those undergoing hardships, and expect no aid.
Cheers to those who are lost and await no one's guide.
Cheers to those who vow to leave, and never dare to depart.
Cheers to those who have been abondoned, and left behind for no reason.
Cheers to those who never lose faith, no matter what, and cheers also to those who've failed keeping it...
Rachid Oulamine
Mar 17, 2018
Mar 17, 2018 at 7:43 AM UTC
Lippy Dippy the hippie,
Always so much to say.
Protesting, picketing
Never quite gets his way.
So much about us
The world and how it runs.
Someone to carry a sign?
Lippy Dippy is the one.
He started out with war
Calling out President LBJ.
The issues kept happening
Up to and including today.
Lippy and his hippie cohorts
Protested for human rights
Whether it be about gays
Or brown, black or white.
Get him and friends arrested?
That just may have to be
As long as law and lawyers
Practice their legal infamy.
He reminds of Dred Scott
And how the law of the land
Immorally took the freedom
And dignity of that poor man.
Too little water here
Too much water over there?
Veterans getting gypped?
See if anybody ever cares.
Lippy Dippy and friends
Will gladly show up at your place
And show you what you are;
Bad example of the human race.
Oh, they made fun of him
They called him many names
Including Dippy, so unkind
But it gave him a kind of fame.
It would be nice if maybe someday
There were no need for him.
Unless things change someway
The hope of that is very dim.
So, he and others like him
Which will, of course, include me
With stand up and protest
As long as we citizens are free
To gather publically and say
This sort of situation is wrong,
Then Lippy Dippy and the rest
Will come sing our protest songs.
Oct 16, 2015
Oct 16, 2015 at 10:14 PM UTC
Let's start a business today!
We'll call it Complimentary Mirror. Here's how it works.
First thing in the morning you look into the mirror and say,
"mirror mirror on the wall, who's the fairest of them all"?
And the Complimentary Mirror answers back - you are, your
the fairest of them all. Then it tells you one of hundreds of
reasons why your magnificent, which it keeps stored in its data base.
The mirror would give compliments why someone is so
terrifically wonderful.
Compliments such as:
Your wonderful because you don't take **** from no one.
Your awesome because you practice revenge on your enemies.
Your the fairest of them all because you extort favors from your
inferiors and blackmail your superiors.
You rise above all others because you don't tolerate stupid people
and publically humiliate them.
Your terrifically wonderful because you discipline with spanking
other people's children.
And you get raises at work by threatening your boss.
And want public hangings brought back.
And loathe loud talkers to the point of wanting them dead.
And other complimentary mirror things.
A mirror that compliments you each morning to help you get a
positive start on your pathetically wretched day.
Let's start a business today! (Trademark pending).
Sep 24, 2019
Sep 24, 2019 at 7:25 PM UTC
Elbows propped on tabletops,
we roll out our worlds, like a red carpet,
across the surface between us.
Mapping out our weeks
we speak in riddles
only able to be understood by
present company and others with
an acute appreciation for the absurd.
Round 1
We begin by bouncing pleasantries
mingled with snark and
littered with nonsense stories
across the space where our scotch glasses
drain lazily between us.
Round 2
Brings with it a new tone-
we begin to slip into hypotheticals
and start the dangerous
and all too familiar process of
looking over our own shoulders.
The past seems to sneak
into the pauses and reminiscing starts
to seem too surreal to be appealing.
Round 3
And we are forced to keep reluctant company
with the regret that now speckles the tabletop in front of me.
Our eyes retreat from each other
as our mouths start forming
around our greatest inadequacies.
Fear of the future,
we're petrified by the present.
We are forgetting how to be hesitant
as coping mechanics drift and split.
Round 4
**** starts to get real.
You try to be ambivalent.
And I just get angry.
Round 5
I am entertaining the possibility
of weeping publically.
(It's an unfortunate emotional default setting)
Round 6
We find our way back
to the familiar.
Accessing the damage
we joke to save face
while working to wind the loose ends
back together again
to stash them from where they came.
(But nothing ever fits back into its box as easily after its been unpacked)
Each week we try to be
each other's comfort zone
to crawl inside
to rest awhile.
But tonight we're too exhausted
and too self-absorbed
and too similar to get it right.
We'll try again next week,
on the next high-top next Wednesday night.
May 21, 2013
May 21, 2013 at 3:48 AM UTC
*A feeling
Is not about who is best
Art
Is not a contest
To insist on a victor
Is an ego that has broken
Showering hate upon the lives
Of hearts that are open*
What may or may not be poetry
Is instead the heart of our family
You commented rather pointedly
About your superior ability
And eloquent verbosity
Most likely derived from history
Of the friends of Neal Cassidy
And other written eccentricity
Yet you forgot your humanity
And instead introduced a monstrosity
An ego steeped in personal vanity
Insisting on being treated royally
Demanding your subjects bow immediately
As you crashed into the sea of tranquility
Planting your flag of superiority
And crushing our words spoken so plainly
But heartfully
Because the letters are unworthy
To one who is challenged emotionally
Unable to live peacefully
Amongst those who wish to learn gratefully
About a craft you have reserved selfishly
For yourself and those you deem to be equally
As adept as yourself in the vagary
Of references you declare to be wholly
Fresh and newly
Minted by your ability
To walk around the cliché so gracefully
While we repeatedly
Use words such as lovely
Or heavenly
Or tearfully
Or holy
So we beg you openly
To understand what is primary
In a place for the novice to publically
Air their emotions unapologetically
And speak candidly
And unconditionally
About how painfully
It is to live freely
In a place so worldly
Where men think judgmentally
******* the life from those who live meekly
And wish to exist thankfully
Amongst those who understand brotherly
Love and who affectionately
Praise those who tenderly
Open their hearts to humanity
Giving mercy
To those without the gifts you egotistically
Bludgeoned us with so artfully
But failing miserably
To impart insightfully
Your wisdom for those who willingly
Would receive daily
Your transcendently
And insightfully
Spoken songs of serenity
But instead you callously
Reminded us unfortunately
That mere man is weakly
Empowered to exist commonly
And instead arrogantly
Cuts the rose greedily
Leaving the thorns sadistically
Mar 6, 2012
Mar 6, 2012 at 9:11 AM UTC
Pusillanimous polecats
Practicing perfidy
Plan parties and
Parse probabilities proudly
Partially putting past
The paltry populace
Pornographic postulations
And potboilers
Pointing poisonous
Proclamations publically
Pitting proper people
To pathetic programs
Promising the penurious
More poverty.
Often posthumously.
Pitiful people plead
Putting need over posture
Putting parents out to pasture
Promising, but passing on
Proper placement of
Propriety and parity
Planting nothing for posterity,
Prizing prosperity
Politicizing with polemics
Post-mortems on politeness
Placing pandering
Higher in practice
By perpetrating
Practical party politics.
Sep 14, 2015
Sep 14, 2015 at 7:23 PM UTC
.
Now that all fear is gone
::
The mountain up ahead
The gentle child in her arms
""
We are doing something else
;:;
We will war no more
NOT WITH OURSELVES NOR ANYONE
))((
I mean
If ya got nothin to say except what ya did with yer ***** and **** last night
Why don't ya just shut the **** up ?
Really
Is it that hard to just shut the **** up till ya got something to say ?
•
Stop dying publically
!!
LIVE !!!!!!
)(
After all the fear is gone
Only love
Shall be here
.
Jan 29, 2016
Jan 29, 2016 at 7:32 PM UTC
The older we get,
The more chapters are added to our lives,
The buckets of tears of shed, the threads of tissue which have since dried
The broken hearts which are repairing without us realising,
The words we have uttered to others or ourselves which have gotten us through,
The pain we endure, only makes one stronger,
The smiles and laughs that have been shared both publically and privately keep us human.
There's 365 days in a year but a little goes a long way if you make the most of it and live life to the fullest, prosper it.
That's what makes one the wisest, here's to another year!
Jan 9, 2015
Jan 9, 2015 at 4:38 PM UTC
What I fear most are not the things that go bump in the night.
The things that frighten me are often times things that at first you can not see.
These things that first start with someone elses thoughts can too often be turned into negative actions. What may start as a passitionate thought, or cause can too quickly turn into a distructive action. This is why I fear insensitivity, crude jokes, apathy.
Other things I fear are people that talk without thinking about what they are saying first, or how others might interpet what they are saying.
I fear selfishness which may lead to uncaring actions.
I fear crude jokes that do not respect ones fellow man or women, because it could subtlely desensitize ones perspection of those around them. They may get defensive and say it is just a joke.
The constant violent images on the news and on television, may further desensitize others to think that volence is normal or okay, or worse still that it is a normal part of life. It don't have to be perseived as normal we can chose to limit our own exposesure to violence on television. We can let others know that we don't condone violence, whether it is on television, or in reality, or in our own community.
I fear all these things that at first hide inside the deepest parts of someones mind, long before it is publically seen. This realization of this hidden darknes,makes me cry, or scream, if I thought about it all before going to bed. I would cover my head and sleep with the lights on, and every noice would make me jumpy.
This is why I fear the things that I can not see the most.
Oct 31, 2016
Oct 31, 2016 at 4:43 PM UTC
A 5000 View Thank You
I got 5000 views today
In just two months time
I never thought you would like
So many of my rhymes
I almost never listed them
For all the world to see
I held them close to my heart
Thinking they were just for me
Each poem a different part of me
A memory lost in time
Or a current thought of something new
That somehow caught my eye
Many are of my past love
And all the hurt that it had caused
The emotions that ran so very deep
And a healing journey of it all
Some I hope are funny
And make you hold your side
While others I hope have meaning
That make you wonder why
I have new friends that share this love
That have viewed 5000 times
I am so grateful that you liked
So many of my rhymes
Carl J. Roberts
Please take a moment and tell me what poem touched you or had a meaning to you. You can message me publically or privately and I will respond.
Thank you so much to all who have read my poems. You have no idea how good it has felt to hear your kind words. The sharing of your poems with me has made me a better person. I hope that I have been able to bring you into my life and made you both laugh & cry.
Apr 3, 2013
Apr 3, 2013 at 7:35 PM UTC
I know this might hurt your feelings
I know I'm the only hope to save this family
My success is just the beginning
Yet I can't hold every responsibility
I have feelings too
None of which are good
I've contemplated suicide
I've even attempted
Yet here I am
Writing you again
This time publically
To hope that you can understand
I hate this life
I hate being me
I hate being the only one of four
To actually see the 12th grade
To actually have colleges chanting my name
Because they know I'll be in a dorm sooner or later
Grandma I wish you could see the man
All my darkest dreams and thoughts have made me
I'm partially human
Yet I still wake up every morning
Plaster on a smile
And say I love you
Even if it is in a text
You're all I have left in this god forsaken world
Well unless you want to include Natalie
I haven't talked to her in a while
But I hope she's doing well
Grandma when do I get to say I'm home
You were always the one to give me advice
Help me now
I'm lost and only going down
I want something poetry can give me
A sense of freedom
I know I'll be 18 in February
But I'll just want my youth back
I'll want the world I once knew back in my reach
I want the *** the drugs the alcohol
The constant screams I'd wake up to
Even if they were my own
I want all the faces of every girl I've been with
Screaming at me how much they hate me
I want their hands around my throat
In and out of reality
Grandma I hope you can understand I'm no longer
Just the successful one
I'm the one that wants what nobody understands
Because they all want to embrace my success
As if it were their own
Sincerely,
Your Grandson,
Robert L. Guerrero
Jan 21, 2014
Jan 21, 2014 at 3:20 PM UTC
I want to hurt you, desert you, socially disgrace you,
Shame you, break you, and publically deface you,
Simply and quite easily displace you,
But I can’t,
I want to beat you, delete you, silently defeat you,
Spite you, fight you, locally expedite you,
Gently and easily overwrite you,
But I can’t,
I want to kick you, flick you, psychotically brick you,
Nab you, grab you, franticly jab you,
Smiling as I lovingly stab you,
But I can’t,
I want to grin, watch blood soak in, laughing within,
Delighting in my sin, comfortably rock...in,
As, I picture you in your coffin,
But I can’t,
But I can wait; I’m at the gate, of fate,
Don’t be late……………
Feb 5, 2014
Feb 5, 2014 at 7:57 PM UTC
We poets write what's on our mind
and in our heart.
To us it comes naturally, never questioning
it. To us its art.
To every curve we feel the pen stroking
on the paper wall,
like a dancer swaying in rhythm and to
dare not fall.
From one poet to another, we have a common
courtesy for most.
We either love it or we don't or can share it
playing host.
We appreciate each others differences and
poetic style.
Even when we disagree, we never argue,
as we smile.
From one poet to another, we can feel ones
pain and joy.
Though we never knock each other down
or do no harm employ.
From one poet to another, its a way of
sharing what's in our soul.
Whether it be good or bad, we respect each other
for simply sharing and letting go.
We can write about most anything like nature, love,
pain, art, or rock.
The worst thing from one poet to another, is a thing
called "writer's block."
So when we take the time to very publically; to
from our depths do share.
Its a way of sharing a piece of our minds like a
a window to our soul declare.
Even though we may hide away from
time to time.
It's because we're always thinking and
reflect on past experiences to rhyme.
Most of us are pretty social and can
be artistic in other ways.
Like music, dancing, singing or
acting and directing plays.
We choreograph our feelings out
and lay them out as words of art.
Sharing to others to enjoy a piece
of our life that taketh part.
We don't always say things out loud
properly and publically.
We are sometimes better writing in what we
do best- in written poetry.
From one poet to another, we know some get it
or they don't.
Most poets will because they can disect it
or they won't.
From one poet to another, we know we
don't always have to rhyme our word.
I prefer to write in rhyme, but when I don't-
other poets don't think its absurd.
From one poet to another, we write our
feelings, thoughts and beliefs with ease.
From one poet to another, for some its
a masterpiece.
Sherri Harder
Sep 30, 2014
Sep 30, 2014 at 9:43 PM UTC
There’s a joint.
Here’s a ****
We’re all together.
Loving this song.
There’s a blunt.
Here’s a bowl.
We’re all together.
Singing along.
There’s a tree.
Here’s a car.
We’re all together.
Burning cruising along.
There’s a cop.
Here’s some ***
We’re all together.
Getting caught.
There’s a siren.
Here’s the spray.
We’re all together.
Getting arrested today.
There’s the newspaper.
Here’s the article.
We’re all together.
Being publically in trouble.
There’s the parents.
Here’s where I stay.
No one’s together.
Grounded for forever.
There’s our freedom.
Here’s wherever.
We’re all together.
Toking another.
There’s a lesson.
Here’s a favor.
When we’re all together.
Always look in the review mirror.
Dec 11, 2012
Dec 11, 2012 at 7:26 AM UTC
If I can see what you can’t see
Then it must seriously behoove me
To reflect back with total clarity
The image I see so readily.
If you could do it, you surely would
And, while I’m sure not everyone could
Maybe not quite so concise and good
As I can, so therefore I should.
This is not meant to be arrogance
Or some kind of verbal flatulence.
It is just a normal happenstance
That drives me to take a chance
And speak my feelings publically
Expressing myself poetically
And even sometimes politically
Espousing social practicality.
It’s the poet’s job to elucidate
To oh so carefully illuminate
And sometimes even exaggerate
The actions of the conglomerate;
The swath of all humanity
And do so without inanity.
Be the bellwethers of insanity.
So applaud the poet gratefully
For the gift of words used tastefully.
Abandon slams like ‘disgracefully’
And take their lessons gracefully,
Because knowing where we err
Separates us from common curs.
Still the harbingers we ever were
It’s not within most poets to demur.
Oct 18, 2015
Oct 18, 2015 at 5:34 PM UTC
Another late night
More birds chirping
More feeling worthless
Worth well, six shots of Bacardi
A beer here, a drag there
What a drag here, slowing down
To my last fear - speak publically rambling
Incoherent politics iced coffee straw wrapper cigarette lunch for pigeons and people who look like birds
Jul 26, 2016
Jul 26, 2016 at 1:46 AM UTC
Neck Around My Throat,
Temperature Is Cold,
Stepping Off This Bucket,
**** It Motions Slow,
If I'm Suffocating Staying,
It's Over Due To Go
Home Where Is That,
Family, Friends What Are Those,
Everybody's Comes,
& Everybody Goes
Who The **** Is Real,
I Don't Even ******* Know,
I'm Cussing Cos My Gums
Gushing From Discussion,
The Rush Is Something,
A Short Video,
No Letter In My Lonely Sweater,
That Tongue Is See Between Your Teeth
Keep It Squeezed,
Don't Speak To Me,
Advice Is Yours All Of It
Yes Of Course,
Heres A Napkin IF You Choke,
Swallow It,
I Guess It's Strees
Or Poetic Solitude,
Reptilian Reality,
On An Alley Of Ralley & Talley,
It Will Follow You,
Wheres A Hug Full Of Meaning,
That Words Can't Express,
Why Are You New Age Folks,
Invoking Holy Potions By How You Dress,
When Your Heart Isnt In Alignment With Your Assignment
Just Cos Your Wrapped In Dreads, Publically Pray To Dead,
Look The Part, But Far From Smart,
Same Vocab, That The Masters Use,
I Only Know What I Don't Read,
& That's The Truth,
If I Don't Finish Swiha,
**** It Yall, Yehaw
Cos I Feel Tension, I But I Won't Mention,
Who Needs To Benched In,
Yall Thirsty For Applause,
Your Closet Is Quenching,
Dress Code, & A Good Look,
Sitting Sipping Tea With A Good Book,
When Your Not As Deep As The Level Be,
To Fix ****
Don't Question Me,
What The **** Does That Bring,
Ive Seen The Darkest Of Faces,
Alien Emotions , I'm a Part From These Races,
The Reason We Cant Come Together,
Is Cos You Fakes Wont Embrace,
Saying **** Like 1 Love,
Yet Still Your Mind Judgemental & Stuck Up
Shut The **** Up,
I Can Take It,
New Age Hoes,
In Tights And Colored Rain Bows,
Naked Leaking Like Rain Shows,
The Pain Goes,
Deeper Than You ******* Know,
I'm From Where Angels Space,
Is NOt A Human Thing,
Why The **** Am I Stuck IN A Human Being,
I Call Your Cells & What The Hell,
You Just Let It Ring,
When You See Me In The Hall, Way,
& Say Hey Kato,
I Won't Respond,
Cos I'm A Song,
Swan , Exposing Fables,
Occultic With Deepest Doors,
Reality Is About To Be Fatality
The End Times Are Coming,
& I Won't Owe No Hell To Pay,
Okay , I'm Sailing Away From All You
Wake The **** Up World ,
Jun 24, 2016
Jun 24, 2016 at 8:18 PM UTC
You can try to shame me
And call me all sorts of names.
You can try to persecute me
And accuse me of false crimes.
You can publically undress me
Parade me around like a clown.
You can mercilessly flog me
And chase me out of town.
You can scam me in transactions
And take away my only home.
You can take away my possessions
And put in the streets to die alone.
You can behave to me like the devil
And speak in an unknown voice.
You can show me you're very evil
And even treat me like a sacrifice.
I'll someday again rise and shine
I am unbreakable, I'll survive!
I'll live to tell my children the story,
And testify and speak of God's glory.
©IvanBrooksPoetry
9/11/2018
Sep 12, 2018
Sep 12, 2018 at 1:46 AM UTC
parental idealism
and information sought
bucking the family traditions
or embracing long-held values
our first break from individualism
is being born into a pre-existing structure..
well-defined gender lines
and sublime reminders of the familial crest
through dinnertime blessings and dressing
in your Sunday best..
t ’is a tie, we find
seeking the second in line
winding through the mind of the bound concubine
eternally enslaved for simply misbehaving
the charade (long A) displays a case
for race mixing and fixing the broken capitalist system
as either the church of choice
or privately funded institutions
publically traded on wall street
take the reins and betray a nation
by infecting the most manipulation-able citizens
and treating them with poisonous nutrients
and filling open and willing minds
with lies about Jesus and George Washington
brain-washing them
embalming them
condemning them
to slow death….
before considering bringing
another human into this system
re-examine everything you have been told
……………………………….the advice truly is sound –
Apr 25, 2016
Apr 25, 2016 at 5:07 PM UTC