"republics" poems
I’m not a higher caste-class-Hindu-male,
I cannot be a mute spectator
with a censored mouth and
I don’t want to be a part of a
********* history
that plucked eyes, chopped limbs
and slashed throats.
I want to tell my tomorrows that
I believed in tolerance, patience
And human rights.
Now that makes me a rebel,
An anti-national, a threat!
That’s reason one- I’m disqualified.
Tell me the meaning of life, justice
and freedom my brother
We were the promises of Independence,
The revolution that taught the world-
Ahimsa.
I don’t like vegetables, orange-vegetables
my land exported
and we got back bananas from
the celebrated republics.
The meatless days left me hungry
I decided to fast, I got jailed
And I know someday these man-eaters
Would hang me.
I don’t speak Hindi, I have no money
I dared to educate and I’m a girl
Now that makes me disqualified.
I need a moral certificate, approval
and a stamp
Just because I have men friends,
I wore lipstick and jeans and I danced.
I’ve to pay a fine, apologize
and spill tears
Because I proclaimed myself a feminist,
A thinker, a dreamer.
Dear society, let me add some more,
I bunked all my moral education classes,
I’m an atheist and a post-modern
Daughter.
I’ve friends- **** hetero and bisexuals
And I eat beef, lamb and pork.
I’ve a tan skin, a flat nose, tiny *******
and a beer belly
I laugh loud, cry and yell at times
And I know there are people out there
Who wants to throw stones, cut my-
body parts and exhibit my remains in a museum,
They need to execute this handicapped
Because she asked too many questions.
Don’t offer me your chocolate-justice
to be denied the next appropriate minute
‘Right’ can never be a synonym to ‘legal’.
So that makes a wrong-carriage
or abortion.
I know I’m disqualified
Now it’s time for the execution,
Hang this heretic!
Sep 3, 2015
Sep 3, 2015 at 10:53 AM UTC
I pledge allegiance to the flags of the divided states of Africa, and to the republics which barely stand, many nations divisible, suffering, Ebola ,no liberty , no justice, for all.
I stand at attention.
Sep 17, 2014
Sep 17, 2014 at 3:25 AM UTC
I wish for everything to become dreamlike,
For the visions that I see to be beautiful beyond recognition,
Prejudices to be erased and see everything as it is objectively,
The land and the sky emerged,
Eaten by the eyes of republics,
Societies fair and balanced in the long, long run,
That everything be made simple in all fruits,
I wish that the struts holding existence together be abolished,
Simians and pagan with currency abound in their hearts,
Abandoned for the love of idealist thought,
The fear of death leveled by the sight of life,
Pondering and pondering have brought forth a makeshift cannon,
The wick is filled with hate and as it burns so will the needs of man,
Slowly the blast of council will grant those new passage,
Those that didn’t think about things so hard,
Those that didn’t believe in anything,
Those that wanted to long for something,
Coming up short made those want for nothing,
Except the want to not want,
Those that rang bells and shouted out loud,
Those that twirled in the crowded room,
Those that had revelations of revolution,
Those that held rain in their hands,
Those that sought but weren’t sought after,
For them it was the single step that made a difference,
The mighty that were oh so meek,
Those that didn’t get lead to slaughter,
But by simple concept of overall were swept away by the tide,
Kicking and screaming,
Sanctuary
Sanctuary
They held human self worth above net worth,
Held sickly more virtuous than pampered
Held troubled and misguided as labeled dangerous thinking by the feeling mites,
Held the feeble meaning of the world on the string and chopped it,
Let it fall and fully saw truth laying at the bottom
Nov 15, 2012
Nov 15, 2012 at 11:32 PM UTC
Halloween at Camp LeJuene
So those storage tanks
the ads of late-night-- all talkin' about
some thirty-five years a-leaking like...
some aplastic benzene-apocryphal river
Horror!
tastes like chemo Kool Aide
forever in the mouth
washing over parade route
seeping into boots and wombs
of cadets who can't hear the music
over a child's laughter-- ever
over failing livers
lined up like lawyers marching
onto glyphosate green
to Parkinsonian cheers
to Taps-solos echoeimg off the stone-
of mind and memory
Flags!
Flapping-angry!
“No (wo)man left behind
on the multiple ways to myeloma
Miscarriages
of justice!
A silence waiting
an eternity
of tiny infant cries
emptying....
into Love Canal
There will be...
NO JUSTICE!
Only billions set aside
for funeral-ic devastation
“Significant compensation”
--being read in a woman's face
in a woman's voice
“...suffering from any of these....
after drinking the water at Camp Le Juene”
at the hands-down
heads-turned
greased palms of
silence
being owned
by military-corpporate
“channels”
of secrecy
...of Pharma-to-government
medical-backwaters
laundered to-governments
of banana republics
Mercenery chemicals
Medicine with missile launchers
strewn
among military over-runs of...
…of high power rifles,
night goggles, and F-15s
What am I missing here?
...about the rubbery clots and myocarditis?
Has it finally come round to us?
How could I not see!
not recall?
How many years ago--
since I could hear?
the rapid fire!
“The toxic Leaks!”
“...suffered from any of these...”
...feeding tube terrors
Time's tumors
downgrade to errors
deferred...
Now beside the grief as amputees
--take the field of parade
While Misplaced Rage
pages through abortions of blame
in the chemical caldron
where they **** shower, and shave
...then towel-dry their babies
or not....
Where are the rapid-fire rats and bats
when we need 'em?
Semper Fi!
Nov 29, 2022
Nov 29, 2022 at 10:12 PM UTC
Far from the high home
into the low shallow sea's coast,
light sand impressions pace the shore,
treading memories of old.
New loves and heart songs
ebb just as the curl crest sprays white foam.
Small hands mold sand into kingdoms,
towering from dawn till dusk,
but falls as all great republics do
with changing tides.
Toes dig deep into wet grain
and new waves bury them deeper.
Eyes fall to the west as the sun
sets the siring sea on fire.
It seems suddenly forgetfulness seeps in.
Where is the high home again?
Apr 26, 2012
Apr 26, 2012 at 2:41 PM UTC
Unamed princess
from a far set up parish
cup my hand into
your's again please
Let the willows I imagine
now whistle gently the tune
of my dreams
long gone.
Ask the child suppressed in you
if the lives we live here
are what we at that time
found true ?
We both think
we probably could speak out an answer
but in the end
we know well grow and regret just the same.
Your dress is tight, your smile is bright
just everything in this light seems right
Yet I'm getting worried more and more
that pleasures close some doors.
What are we chasing after
is it happiness, is it pleasure
maybe serenity or an epic treasure
The thing is
nowone really knows
not even the priest,
bless him,
For if Peter exists he surely
highlight these names of peace.
I somehow wish
to spit these thoughts
right out my tumoring brain
and cleanse the
real felt pain.
I grab you by the neck now
your wonderful dress
pressed under my feet and
the park's green grass
as pin does over a bug.
I take you here, in the middle
of the park tucking it all down
you frown as I push the gown too
Now it faces me
I can clearly see a thing.
Are we promised anything ?
Are human beings just ******
old animals bright and clever
enough to know sister from lover
enemy from brother
winter from summer
marmalade from butter ?
Animals do not worship
they don't create republics nor kingships
Even though they
were here first.
Evolution has changed their face
and the length if their tails
that's it, but here we all are
Only ten million Years counting
and already we fight
over who really is god's son
Like a ***** deep inside
its hole like any human on a beach
in the middle of a night.
I can sense things hugging
around me dripping smooth
transparent curtains of
cosmic covers
We both think we probably
could speak out an answer,
to the questions left to decipher.
But in the end we will probably
forget the problems brung up
by today's day and age
And since we will,
like everyone else;
it surely musn't have
been that important.
Feb 24, 2015
Feb 24, 2015 at 12:32 PM UTC
Rabid Putin
The crazed cliché of Putin went mad
And invaded Ukraine from four sides
Three on land and one by sea
Using choppers jets tanks
Missiles bombs rockets guns
Killing till killing was done
Getting killed in return by their bros
Who defended their land
Never turned their backs
Fought and died for Ukraine
Splashed several enemy aircraft
As Putin threatened NATO
With nuclear war but hey
It goes both ways
So smokes the mushroom clouds
In a future chapter of this Putin play book
The Baltic republics will be next
Then Poland and others
Putin will lose but so will we
Except the Devil so many dead...
Mar 4, 2022
Mar 4, 2022 at 8:40 PM UTC
A hammer and sickle to tickle them
cries of, 'it's Stalin' to ******* them, then
silence on Red Square.
Dacha's popping up everywhere
communism like evangelism
gathers the money in
holiday plans.
There are true ***** drinkers
thinkers like
Solzhenitsyn
gulags
and the rags of
Moscow.
I won't go
to the palace where tells of a ****** or
on the long road that tells us of more.
The KGB
a resident family of the community
are looking for me via Odessa.
I've gone to Sweden to lead 'em astray, can't stay in the concrete connivance no way, but
I end up in Siberia wearier than the dogs who run with the pack.
Looking back at the back of it
there's a lack of it, but I'll manage it and a carriage would help a bit to carry me home .
Jun 15, 2016
Jun 15, 2016 at 2:03 PM UTC
This is a Plasma, Plasma, Plasma!
Teenagers - Danish Danielle and Pikeley Paul,
friends, brothers, beatniks! Memory
memory, and new players of protein parts.
Questions with the European Union
The silence that he will not do is a lot of silver.
High-speed flowers are yellow
and cameras in their homes; homes and prisons and factories,
described in 20 countries, cities
and the Federal Republic of the
United States. Of course, Christian life,
safety cigarettes, plastic and damage,
burden and other diseases.
Like many people, Burqinis in The EU has a lot of experience
in cyberbullying. The flow of air and fire,
police and security when living in 2019 steel,
dogs, birds and refugees. There is no result of the song.
The calendar is 20 times a week, but it is not.
Black and White are young and growing.
So, all your troubles are at your feet,
and palm customers. Dancing artists,
dancers, actors and dogs. Memory's memory,
and new players of protein parts.
Questions for the European Union - Search results
Create a design machine ... Silver Satin Yes,
someone uses different methods, including depth and medication.
The dinosaur, angry Japanese people
make the dog to destroy the work of his colleague.
Memory memory, and new players of protein parts.
Questions with the European Union;
The silence that he will not do is a lot of silver.
High-speed flowers are yellow
and cameras in their homes, homes and prisons and factories,
described in 20 countries, cities and the Federal Republic of the United States. Of course, Christian life, safety, protection, cigarettes, plastic wear, strength and weakness.
Like the Union, the EU, Europe Guantanamo... um:
Bursavonenses have fallen to both low levels.
Drawers straight, like a bottle of 20,
available in traditional entertainment, potatoes
And her nephew, not plasma. Young -
Denmark, Pikeley Paul, friends, brothers, Batik.
Memory memory, and new players of protein parts.
There were questions about the EU. Most of them do not have to do
with the bank. High-speed flowers are yellow and cameras,
antioxidants in Pakistan, prisons and homes,
factories in 20 countries, cities and the United States.
Of course, Christian life, safety cigarettes,
plastic and damage, burden and other diseases.
How many people, Burqina EU,
Internet creators have a rich experience.
The flow of air and fire, police and security after 2020 and punch, dogs, chickens and refugees live.
There is no result of the song. The calendar is 20 times a week,
but it is not. Black and White are young and growing.
So, in general, her clothes, her clothing and her legs,
and her plates and she wears with her red boxers.
Dancing artists, dancers, actors and dogs.
Memory memory, and new players of protein parts.
There were questions about the EU.
Most of them do not have to do with the bank.
High-speed flowers are yellow and cameras, antioxidants in Pakistan, prisons and homes, factories, 20 countries,
cities and the United States and punch, dogs,
chickens and refugees live. There is no result of the song.
The calendar is 20 times a week, but it is not.
Black and White are young and growing.
Create cars as you search for results ...
Make money creep using different methods,
including depth psychology and medication.
Found the oldest dinosaurs,
the angry people in Japan, all the dogs work,
work with colleague, partner, are consumed.
Memory memory, and new players of protein parts.
There were questions about the EU.
Most of them do not have to do the bank. High-speed flowers are yellow
and cameras, antioxidants in Pakistan, prisons and homes, factories, 20 countries, cities and republics...
Jan 22, 2019
Jan 22, 2019 at 10:25 PM UTC
i just can't take U.S.A. with its Jesus cults seriously,
i rather take on Cuba and the banana republics for
something to think about... sorry... europe did away with
jesus a long time ago, unearthing the Nag Hammadi library
doesn't mean a revival if it only produces the Templars'
idol (Baphomet); remember too unearthing
the Dead Sea scrolls and how Isaiah was
cut in half... you're either with one, or the other...
either the one crucified or the other dismembered
at the abdomen i.e. cut in half -
and indeed Muhammad is a peculiar sight,
book in hand, with Socrates and Jesus gobbing
their dues into what the paparazzi would
consider eyes' worth of capture / celebrity status
and carelessness in mind of want of literacy;
was it really about a library with only one book in it?
May 5, 2016
May 5, 2016 at 6:46 PM UTC
The depths themselves can’t fathom famine
Blood and iron winter storms
The screaming babies feeding flames
Of war and peace in all its forms
Where each exists the other lives
Combined they are the revolution’s
Radical Islamic bombs
And multi-state solutions
From imperial republics
Of democracy disguises
If the unelected leader
Is the one who compromises
The ambition and the vision
Of the world he still believes
With all the violence and the anger
From injustice he perceives
As inequality of faith
At the expense of every choice
And so instead he learns to speak in
Every people-powered voice
Dec 23, 2017
Dec 23, 2017 at 12:43 AM UTC
A Bourgeois Committee Admiring Itself
A Cautionary Tale for Secessionists
The way of republics is to fall apart
Because without history, Altar, and Throne
A government is but a little boy’s blocks
Kicked over and aside upon a mood
A culture is poetry, and melodies that live
And flow with the waters, stories of kings,
Farmers and workers proud upon the land
Their heads bowed nobly when the Angelus rings
These truths make a people royal, not subject to
A bourgeois committee admiring itself
Nov 2, 2017
Nov 2, 2017 at 3:59 PM UTC
Lawrence Hall
[email protected]
Dispatches for the Colonial Office
Let Us Celebrate No Tyrants Day
“We have no king but Caesar!”
-A long-ago mob as written in St. John 19:15
Even the King of Kings is under the Law
And too, since Magna Carta, our earthly King -
From the people and their voices he can only draw
Such powers as their assemblies vote to bring
But may God protect us from a Common Man
Slithering to supremacy through serpentine speech
Emboldened by the power of cabal, club, and clan
Mobs chanting for their master, a soul-sucking leech
God gives us His grace in a King and Queen
Republics give us the guillotine
Jun 12, 2025
Jun 12, 2025 at 8:39 AM UTC
Slavish is lavish, just add the s
To the heaps of your Hedonist hordes of excess
So obsessed with the best that the West has to offer
Democracy scales are just nails to the coffer
Just Madoffs and Adolfs still claiming a stake
In banana republics, so let them eat cake
We can wait as we make a land full of their waste
And with fake as **** smiles we’ll spit in the face
Of their race to the bottom of fortune and fame
Where Satan and Jesus are one and the same
When morals are numbers, and justice is banks
And peace is for profit, compulsory tanks
But without them your life is a third world of grief
And your paycheck is merely a futile lord’s fief
Just a thief would I be, with the speech of a beggar
But I’d own these streets with a cloak and a dagger
As you learn to suffer the absence of self
Dematerializing your hunger for wealth
In a union of monkey gods breeding the seeds
Of the gardens of green this earth actually needs
Nov 17, 2017
Nov 17, 2017 at 1:58 PM UTC