they don't listen to sermons,
but to slogans written in graffiti in murals
and underground...
Categories:
anarchists, allusion, analogy, perspective,
Form: Epigram
What is the future of the Human race
The USA’ is no leader today
Wrecking the natural world -a disgrace
Netanyahu is a war thug forevermore
The mid east war -total insanity
Humans act horrible I do deplore
What is the karma of Humanity ?
Two polar fates for Humans I embrace
Green party politics can save the day
Non Green politics we are dead -I say
What is the future of the Human race ?
Biden listens not to peace activists
Biden’s Vietnam -college protests I relay
The peace activists are not anarchists
The USA’ is no leader today
Humans greed will destroy us I decry
We ruin old growth woods without a trace
Read Bucky Fullers writings I reply
Wrecking the natural world -a disgrace
Categories:
anarchists, america, anger, angst, destiny,
Form: Rondeau Redouble
Three years ago today we watched
The Capitol attack
And what it made me understand
Is there’s no going back.
For though there always have been lies
In government, I saw
That there are many people who
Think they’re above the law.
And going forward, I’m afraid
That things will get much worse,
For anarchists have now have years
To gather and rehearse.
The lies of January 6th,
Which many still believe,
Are reinforced by those who yearn
To damage and deceive.
Categories:
anarchists, history,
Form: Rhyme
Me; "I think "Tampon" would make a really great dog name despite the cultural connotation, I mean, it really rolls off the tongue. I just can't figure out whether it would be better for a boy or a girl."
Wife: silence.
Me: "Okay, how about who are we going to vote for this year?"
Wife: silence.
Me: "I think there are six of us in this family who can vote, the two cats don't count, they're anarchists, but the four dogs and us, well, I don't know about you, but the dogs and I will vote for Vermin Supreme for sure. The dogs because of "Vermin," and me because of "Supreme," because, you know, I'm white!"
Wife: glaring silence.
The best part about our marriage is the conversations we have...
(3/14/20, published in my 5th book of poems and stories, 'Extracting the Essence', 2021)
Categories:
anarchists, humor, marriage,
Form: Narrative
To all the MAGA minions, let me be clear and concise ...
Your loyalty is somewhat admirable, but its limits have
Been breached, by a man who's truth is vacant of any
Meaning, and void of substance or growth.
That being said, this legacy will share its history with
The criminal, as an enterprise where the law and justice
Would remind Americans of their greatness again,
By their oath.
The greatest hurdle that must be met is most difficult,
Where your eyes and mind awaken, and you realize
That you have been misled repeatedly by this movement,
And need to break the bonds of those false beliefs.
Now if you're successful in climbing off your high horse
And returning to reality... you might consider rebuilding
Some of the bridges you have burned, causing damages
That may never be healed, but we might save a few handkerchiefs.
Lastly, you may realize that the anger your group displayed,
Is but a fraction of the rage that people against you feel.
Due to a platform that aimed to discredit democrats and
Democracy, my independent, non-partisan position had dreams
Of twisting off heads and dumping loads down your neck,
And that's real !
Categories:
anarchists, conflict, corruption, judgement, power,
Form: Dramatic Verse
Fields of Chaos
Amid the fields of chaos, we must establish some order,
we cannot let anarchists run amuck,
we can not let our democracy die this way.
They are people who can't be constructive,
Know only how to be destructive,
now we must strive not to take a dive.
My dearest BBG thank you for a lovely evening, I think I have suffered an overdose of love, and I can't wait to see the type of relationship which begins with "until death do us part" thank you for the loving spasm. © 17 mins ago, Terence Cummings Smith
Categories:
anarchists, america, patriotic,
Form: Rhyme
Something happens in our lives causing us to question what we know.
We open our eyes and seek the truth learning more as we go.
The more we uncover the hungrier we get for more understanding,
but the world is so full of distractions and deception.
We have a burning desire to take action and do more.
We protest injustice, corruption, politics and war.
We are labeled as hippies, angry kids, anarchists,
conspiracy theorists and terrorists.
Family and friends often reject us.
Such is the life of the activist.
We are beat by police and mocked by the news,
yet we remain steadfast to spreading the truth,
and for many, much like me,
it becomes a very lonely, solitary journey.
Being an active activist isn't for they who live their lives complacently.
Categories:
anarchists, dedication,
Form: Rhyme
F-R-A-U-D
Seventy-four million Americans had their votes cancelled,
Tis far more than mere shame.
Honest, hard working, some retired, 'twas no accident...
Thefe is fraud and vile, valid blame!
They stood in line in winter for hours and then,
Dominion flushed them, as turds, down the drain.
Run over by a technology train with neither heart
Nor a human brains.
The judges, so awesome in black gowns, let
America go down a filthy computerized toilet.
Only crime, looting, burning cities no police,
they seem OK?
Crime, OK at their politically appointed feet.
If vote fraud goes on, the country disappears.
Run by madcap anarchists who will murder,
ruin cities....... and cheer.
12/11/2020
Categories:
anarchists, america, angst, corruption, how
Form: Couplet
If my choice for the presidency should lose
And I see how devalued my vote was worth
If I suffer great disappointment at the news
Still, never will I forsake the land of my birth.
I am a proud American!
I shall defend to my last dying gasp for clean air
The Constitutional rights we, the people, hold dear
I shall stand up to the ragtag anarchists who dare
To drag our country into a raging cesspool of fear.
I am a proud American!
I do not know what one man alone can accomplish,
But together, if we strive to achieve our loftiest goals,
The greatness that is America will not diminish
With freedom, honor, and virtue at the controls.
I am a proud American!
Categories:
anarchists, america, patriotic, pride,
Form: Rhyme
How I Feel
By: miracle Man
August 22, 2020
Protesters and anarchists are gadflies who coalesce,
Burning and graffiti is leaving cities in a mess.
A hodgepodge of rogues, seeking socialist change,
they march in big cities with intent to derange.
Consumed with hate for both God and police,
Knowing the wheel that squeaks loudest gets the grease.
They push for change that won’t be for the best,
advancing the narrative that they are oppressed.
This upcoming election is rife with upheavals,
once again I’ve a choice, from the lesser of two evils.
Categories:
anarchists, abuse, how i feel,
Form: Couplet
Anarchist’s
By: Miracle Man
August 2, 2020
When ignoring things that don’t readily affect us,
we forget that convenience always comes at a cost.
While ANTIFA is protesting and perpetuating a fuss,
we turn a blind eye until a Rubicon’s been crossed.
Rioters burn flag and Bibles, desecrating God’s word,
by abominable ideology these anarchists are driven.
Christians must pray that their hearts will be stirred,
and ahead of Jesus’ second coming, seek to be forgiven.
2 Corinthians 5:10 KJV
10 For we must all appear before the judgment seat of Christ; that every one may receive the things done in his body, according to that he hath done, whether it be good or bad.
Ecclesiastes11:3
“If the clouds be full of rain, they empty themselves upon the earth: and if the tree fall toward the south, or toward the north, in the place where the tree falleth, there it shall be.”
Categories:
anarchists, anger, bullying, forgiveness, jesus,
Form: Lyric
Standing too close is very dangerous,
can we tell who carries the disease?
Everybody refuses to pay the price.
No effort is made to obey restrictions;
who really likes to stay inside, be quarantined,
wear an ankle bracelet and be controlled?
Riots, protests, obscenities and bloody faces,
bricks shatter windows, stores burning;
thugs vandalizing, smashing and looting.
Trump threatens and sends in Federal Agents,
Portland's anarchists spread terror;
America is on the brink of social war.
How many children have died?
how many mothers have grieved?
Streets and avenues are filled with blood,
American flags are stepped on and burned,
statues are toppled, monuments defaced.
Categories:
anarchists, america, children, community, death,
Form: Rhyme
Who would draw the curtain, shield their eyes
and ask the question: "Why? Oh why the whys?"
extend an empty hand, a beggar's jest
forgive the sins of those not yet confessed?
Where will the gavel fall if justice fails
to curb the creeping grasp of men with tails
to thwart the ego'd rise of anarchists
who claim to be alone in twisted trysts?
For all lay claim to truth and unity
yet seek - for bloodied swords - immunity
obliterate the past and start anew
cancel the debts - oh so long - overdue.
Release the doves, throw down your hates and cease
the vitriol of flames that torch all peace.
6/28/2020
Categories:
anarchists, peace, society, war,
Form: Sonnet
Change Through Force
(Tom’s Early Morning Thoughts)
6/23/2020
Fraternize not with anarchists,
whose quest is to impose their will, and change your life.
They know, to capture the will of others,
they must change the system.
They seek to force others into their insidious ways
through systemic change.
This change isn’t always as subtle as the setting sun
but achieved through force.
Mob rule causes resentment,
therefore this effort to enact change will eventually be met
with like force, and the wedge is driven deeper.
Every action, good or bad,
is subject to a reaction.
What the world needs is Jesus!
Ephesians 4:31 KJV
Let all bitterness, and wrath, and anger, and clamour, and evil speaking, be put away from you, with all malice:
Categories:
anarchists, anger, evil, how i
Form: Free verse
Don't weep-she's a tough old broad
she's been through all of this before
the riots-plagues-and socialist rot
9-11 and two ugly world wars
corruption and jack-assed coup attempts
hyenas bent on destruction and mayhem.
She's stumbling about now
bashed-bruised and battered
by malcontents and anarchists
stung by thugs and the pyrite of socialists,
but she's steadily regaining her balance
dusting off robes from (cop)webs of injustice
there's still rats and bats and fat feral cats
in her attic crown that have to put down.
Now she's loading up the blow torch
with God's blood and the grace of old glory
to scorch the abusers and bashers
the blight that creep in the night
upon the dreams of the masses...
Don't weep for the lady
she's a tough old broad
she'll be shining again
when the people have awoken
when they're casting their votes
into the roar of November.
Categories:
anarchists, animal, light, political,
Form: Political Verse
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