"reactionaries" poems - Hello Poetry

Up went the roar of the crowd, Ascending, volumes above, beyond The everyday murmur of pestering silence. A futile struggle to withstand its force, Like a vast wave, rogue and raging, Slamming nature, a slap in the face of feebleness, This crowd roars… Not anger, not anguish, or grief, But a prideful scream of declaration; The masses make it known, and known again, Fists raised, pulverizing the air to a beat Of human design, of togetherness, of solidarity In the fight for those like us, a howl, This crowd roars… Stampeding feet berate the beaten earth, Invigorated legs supporting pounding hearts, To a beat, rolling with the flow, Energy infusing the soul, encased in flesh, bone, and blood; Marching onward, forward, processional strides Declaring and making it known with battle cries, This crowd roars… Shouts of proclamation echo the strident resistance With thunder, earth-quaking, walls crumbling, chains shattering With thunder, dancing against the discordant system; Proud warriors raising flags of protest Amidst the roar, roister, and riots, rising reactionaries Refusing submission, declining resignation, This crowd roars… Bounded together, by blood, by common cause, Mingling masses of forgotten arise with a vocal Outcry, intense, pulsing from the core (of us) Like an infestation, infuriated, a torrent swarm (of us) Flowing upwards, eroding all obstructions. Declare, proclaim, announce, request, demand, This crowd roars…

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Jun 28, 2015

Jun 28, 2015 at 12:31 AM UTC

jaredawashburn

The Roar of the Crowd

Up went the roar of the crowd, Ascending, volumes above, beyond The everyday murmur of pestering silence. A futile struggle to withstand its force, Like a vast wave, rogue and raging, Slamming nature, a slap in the face of feebleness, This crowd roars… Not anger, not anguish, or grief, But a prideful scream of declaration; The masses make it known, and known again, Fists raised, pulverizing the air to a beat Of human design, of togetherness, of solidarity In the fight for those like us, a howl, This crowd roars… Stampeding feet berate the beaten earth, Invigorated legs supporting pounding hearts, To a beat, rolling with the flow, Energy infusing the soul, encased in flesh, bone, and blood; Marching onward, forward, processional strides Declaring and making it known with battle cries, This crowd roars… Shouts of proclamation echo the strident resistance With thunder, earth-quaking, walls crumbling, chains shattering With thunder, dancing against the discordant system; Proud warriors raising flags of protest Amidst the roar, roister, and riots, rising reactionaries Refusing submission, declining resignation, This crowd roars… Bounded together, by blood, by common cause, Mingling masses of forgotten arise with a vocal Outcry, intense, pulsing from the core (of us) Like an infestation, infuriated, a torrent swarm (of us) Flowing upwards, eroding all obstructions. Declare, proclaim, announce, request, demand, This crowd roars…

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An ode from a peaceful visionary..... If Trump gets the Presidency, He'll control nuclear weaponry, Bombs for that reactionary, Should we be nuking he? All that negativity and misogyny, Yes, let's nuke some reactionaries! Imagine the peace there'd be, There'd be nothing left on Earth, you see, So much for democracy, Let's nuke all those reactionaries!!! But, hey, then we'd be the reactionaries!!!!!!

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Oct 5, 2016

Oct 5, 2016 at 2:16 PM UTC

julie-grenness

REACTIONARY?????????

An ode from a peaceful visionary..... If Trump gets the Presidency, He'll control nuclear weaponry, Bombs for that reactionary, Should we be nuking he? All that negativity and misogyny, Yes, let's nuke some reactionaries! Imagine the peace there'd be, There'd be nothing left on Earth, you see, So much for democracy, Let's nuke all those reactionaries!!! But, hey, then we'd be the reactionaries!!!!!!

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twenteesventh. you write of dismembered leaves, enhaloed lust(wtf) pains too sweet because they’re youthfully incomplete, using incontrovertible idiocies like dry rain droplets shining like sunlight, edible goodbye cheerios, edible didactics, teaching “frosted flakys” poetic methadone methodology, poems hats with rhyming lyrics that taste like that burnt eyelids colored a blood stained mustard yellow, (yum), beyond burger veggie based satyrs, the happy gladness of sadness, reversible rivers flowing heavenwards, ***** ******* you want an infernal cataclysm... really? dechambered hearts, ventricular mysteries, brains wearing wooly sport jacket helmets and other Olsonian beauties, like I write with succinct passion, me, who gets eaten alive by buggers saying “too long,” “too long,” “needed a mid-poem napt” non-lexical non-commonsensical ecumenical hysterical chemical verbal reactionaries and then you wonder why PEOPLE ******* HATE POETRY? jes kiddin’ a leetle

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Jul 15, 2019

Jul 15, 2019 at 3:48 PM UTC

ogdiddynash

So Olson, It’s All Your Fault!

twenteesventh. you write of dismembered leaves, enhaloed lust(wtf) pains too sweet because they’re youthfully incomplete, using incontrovertible idiocies like dry rain droplets shining like sunlight, edible goodbye cheerios, edible didactics, teaching “frosted flakys” poetic methadone methodology, poems hats with rhyming lyrics that taste like that burnt eyelids colored a blood stained mustard yellow, (yum), beyond burger veggie based satyrs, the happy gladness of sadness, reversible rivers flowing heavenwards, ***** ******* you want an infernal cataclysm... really? dechambered hearts, ventricular mysteries, brains wearing wooly sport jacket helmets and other Olsonian beauties, like I write with succinct passion, me, who gets eaten alive by buggers saying “too long,” “too long,” “needed a mid-poem napt” non-lexical non-commonsensical ecumenical hysterical chemical verbal reactionaries and then you wonder why PEOPLE ******* HATE POETRY? jes kiddin’ a leetle

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*Walking With Basho Note: These haiku (hokku) were written after reading a book of Basho’s ‘travel logs’. It contained many of his best and well known poems and prose. #92 under the old oak I watch squirrels chasing their tails. the oak ignores them. #93 A breeze ruffles green leaves as Wrens sing a symphony- perfect harmony. #94 I travel in the company of red guard youth- we want the whole world.(1) #95 rushing rivers and deep gorges block our advance- great challenges ahead. #96 Spring blossoms beckon we smell their sweet aroma- birds chirp approval. #97 traveling this road strewn with shadow and hard ship, we dare scale great heights. #98 rain and wind harass the rabbits fur and spirit- he sits stoically. #99 scared of its shadow, a frog leaps from its lily- silence is broken. #100 a burning man looks at the desert’s dry land scape- he paints large cacti. (2) redzone/Aztec Warrior 8.20.12 (1) Red Guard were youth during the Cultural Revolution in China under the leadership of Mao Tsetung and the genuine revolutionaries in the Chinese Communist Party. They made revolution within the revolution inspiring millions world-wide and preventing capitalist-roaders from seizing power for 10 years. When Mao died, these reactionaries seized power and today we can see the ugly horrific exploitation and oppression the masses of Chinese face again today. (2) Burning Man is an art festival in the desert of Nevada that began as an expression of creativity and defiance of the prevailing American culture. But like everything in this society, it has been corrupted into a festival where buying and selling once again contaminates. There are though still some aspects of the open art and creativity that remains.*

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Nov 3, 2015

Nov 3, 2015 at 11:11 AM UTC

aztec-warrior

POEM 89

*Walking With Basho Note: These haiku (hokku) were written after reading a book of Basho’s ‘travel logs’. It contained many of his best and well known poems and prose. #92 under the old oak I watch squirrels chasing their tails. the oak ignores them. #93 A breeze ruffles green leaves as Wrens sing a symphony- perfect harmony. #94 I travel in the company of red guard youth- we want the whole world.(1) #95 rushing rivers and deep gorges block our advance- great challenges ahead. #96 Spring blossoms beckon we smell their sweet aroma- birds chirp approval. #97 traveling this road strewn with shadow and hard ship, we dare scale great heights. #98 rain and wind harass the rabbits fur and spirit- he sits stoically. #99 scared of its shadow, a frog leaps from its lily- silence is broken. #100 a burning man looks at the desert’s dry land scape- he paints large cacti. (2) redzone/Aztec Warrior 8.20.12 (1) Red Guard were youth during the Cultural Revolution in China under the leadership of Mao Tsetung and the genuine revolutionaries in the Chinese Communist Party. They made revolution within the revolution inspiring millions world-wide and preventing capitalist-roaders from seizing power for 10 years. When Mao died, these reactionaries seized power and today we can see the ugly horrific exploitation and oppression the masses of Chinese face again today. (2) Burning Man is an art festival in the desert of Nevada that began as an expression of creativity and defiance of the prevailing American culture. But like everything in this society, it has been corrupted into a festival where buying and selling once again contaminates. There are though still some aspects of the open art and creativity that remains.*

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and i'm the dumb one that said you weren't dumb and you were the intelligent one that said hello, may as well enjoy the rocky mountains with mt. rushmore shave; to keep it all under wraps of a hollywood movie that never made it from scripts. yeah you asked to be treated as dumb, and i asked to be treated as a wizard, evidently both of us became middle class debates on parenting: white man's neck muscles became black girl's hypnotic celluloid hip arsenal, and i faked a combo of each in comparison: while rolling a wine barrel up a steep hill for a laughing horse in exchange for three magic kidneys that were categorised as baked bean & ****** oh lawd the giant came from the heights, with the magic goose ******** out golden swastikas rather than eggs of date printed 1933, holocaust unknown khaki shirts prior the schwarzhemd recycled for marble marrow statues, like gold carat plating of statues with beneath only cheap metal... but then the atomic authenticity measuring cylinder in u-turn to provoke such animate extension into theory of inanimate things that animate things provoked inanimate things to ask whether the one promise be worth blind acceptance or eyed destruction via logic itemising in coupling of two base words - after all neither psyche or logic are acidic words... they're base words... but coupling two base words leaves an aftermath of acidic reactionaries more prone than the singleton word **** that's acidic.

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Jan 16, 2016

Jan 16, 2016 at 7:16 PM UTC

removed.polaroid-scrabble

what's that slang? / ani tu ani tu

and i'm the dumb one that said you weren't dumb and you were the intelligent one that said hello, may as well enjoy the rocky mountains with mt. rushmore shave; to keep it all under wraps of a hollywood movie that never made it from scripts. yeah you asked to be treated as dumb, and i asked to be treated as a wizard, evidently both of us became middle class debates on parenting: white man's neck muscles became black girl's hypnotic celluloid hip arsenal, and i faked a combo of each in comparison: while rolling a wine barrel up a steep hill for a laughing horse in exchange for three magic kidneys that were categorised as baked bean & ****** oh lawd the giant came from the heights, with the magic goose ******** out golden swastikas rather than eggs of date printed 1933, holocaust unknown khaki shirts prior the schwarzhemd recycled for marble marrow statues, like gold carat plating of statues with beneath only cheap metal... but then the atomic authenticity measuring cylinder in u-turn to provoke such animate extension into theory of inanimate things that animate things provoked inanimate things to ask whether the one promise be worth blind acceptance or eyed destruction via logic itemising in coupling of two base words - after all neither psyche or logic are acidic words... they're base words... but coupling two base words leaves an aftermath of acidic reactionaries more prone than the singleton word **** that's acidic.

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The auspices of a divided column seep Into lengthy karmic powders so deep Met again with the reactionaries of life Bringing them home in their state of strife How they danced and bled eternity Vaguely colorful trails soon followed their glee Which divided into that same column Ceremoniously bringing all of the sum To explode and transform Reinventing the wonder of yesteryear Seeping out of the creator's tear

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Jul 4, 2016

Jul 4, 2016 at 6:45 PM UTC

dustindean

******

The auspices of a divided column seep Into lengthy karmic powders so deep Met again with the reactionaries of life Bringing them home in their state of strife How they danced and bled eternity Vaguely colorful trails soon followed their glee Which divided into that same column Ceremoniously bringing all of the sum To explode and transform Reinventing the wonder of yesteryear Seeping out of the creator's tear

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In asylums we know them's not mental they're not playing the game just working the system. and the street is a shill plodding uphill, the homeless, why should we house them? and the needy why bother to feed them? Greed then? Let's all be the pigswill the shill plod uphill, take what is there because we do not care. Talk about polarisation, It's not the ice caps, it's not space exploration, this is the Great British nation, but turned out in new clothes as a giant corporation. There are reactors that breed self sustaining, that's greed and reactionaries in missions with missions to feed those on the edges those with real need systems were meant to be hacked codes to be cracked fracking's not allowed. what happened? to fair play was that only played by people yesterday? what about the tomorrow that never comes? guess what? it's here now.

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Mar 26, 2017

Mar 26, 2017 at 6:03 AM UTC

john-edward-smallshaw

A bit George

In asylums we know them's not mental they're not playing the game just working the system. and the street is a shill plodding uphill, the homeless, why should we house them? and the needy why bother to feed them? Greed then? Let's all be the pigswill the shill plod uphill, take what is there because we do not care. Talk about polarisation, It's not the ice caps, it's not space exploration, this is the Great British nation, but turned out in new clothes as a giant corporation. There are reactors that breed self sustaining, that's greed and reactionaries in missions with missions to feed those on the edges those with real need systems were meant to be hacked codes to be cracked fracking's not allowed. what happened? to fair play was that only played by people yesterday? what about the tomorrow that never comes? guess what? it's here now.

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What is a reactionary? They seem out of place to me, Some people are reactionaries, Their beliefs are futile isms, you see, Out of place, out of time, Anachronisms spring to mind.......

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Feb 4, 2017

Feb 4, 2017 at 9:15 PM UTC

julie-grenness

ANACHRONISMS!

What is a reactionary? They seem out of place to me, Some people are reactionaries, Their beliefs are futile isms, you see, Out of place, out of time, Anachronisms spring to mind.......

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you write of dismembered leaves, pains too sweet, using incontrovertible idiocies like quiet rain, droplets shining like sunlight, edible goodbye cheerios, tastes that burn eyelids colored in blood stained mustard yellow, the gladness of sadness, reversible rivers flowing heavenwards, really? dechambered hearts, ventricular mysteries, brains wearing wooly sport jacket helmets and others, more weirder too, wonderfully inexplicable, other jimmy olsonian beauties, non-lexical non-commonsensical ecumenical hysterical chemical verbal reactionaries, and then you wonder why, PEOPLE ******* HATE POETRY?

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Jun 13, 2020

Jun 13, 2020 at 9:46 AM UTC

ogdiddynash

you write of dismembered leaves

you write of dismembered leaves, pains too sweet, using incontrovertible idiocies like quiet rain, droplets shining like sunlight, edible goodbye cheerios, tastes that burn eyelids colored in blood stained mustard yellow, the gladness of sadness, reversible rivers flowing heavenwards, really? dechambered hearts, ventricular mysteries, brains wearing wooly sport jacket helmets and others, more weirder too, wonderfully inexplicable, other jimmy olsonian beauties, non-lexical non-commonsensical ecumenical hysterical chemical verbal reactionaries, and then you wonder why, PEOPLE ******* HATE POETRY?

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