Best 1984 Poems
George Orwell tried to tell 1984
but here's what 1984 told us
1984 was the year we had
The Terminator
the ultimate movie
about Artificial Intelegence
with the ability to travel through time
Today we have AI
Let me be the first to name it
The Terminator
It also has the ability
to pass through time
Soon there will be
no need for employees
No taxi drivers, no cashiers
No stock brokers, no managers
No teachers, No cops
No salesmen, No clocks
What need have we
for prejudice people
they only waste our time
Soon you won't
be able to buy or sell
unless you have AI.
Nineteen eightyfour
Orwell’s long sighted book
Casting Big Brother.
In years to come it might be said,
‘I never realised this is where it led,
It just crept up, I just went with the flow
Nobody told me how things would go’.
Nobody explained what I took for granted
Would be taken, by those who commanded
That I conform and do not speak out
About the injustices they openly flout.
I cannot speak my mind for fear
That the thought police will soon appear
And erase my person from history
Nobody told me this is how it would be.
They divided the public into two
To ensure a rebellion would not ensue.
Then little by little they erased the past
By promising the changes wouldn’t last!
They told us in order to be secure
Further restrictions we should endure,
As Big pharma, tech and the media folk
Harmonise, to justify the lies they stoke.
Those who snitch on one another
Ensure the success of big brother
Not realising that their own fate
Will not be spared by those who hate!!
Let’s not let nineteen eighty four
Replace the way things were before.
Our freedom was fought and won with lives,
For what? A world they would today despise?
What a year – Tim was just a little boy of 25 – naïve and
Lost in ‘innocence’ a critical time bomb waiting to happen
Blue-eyed he listened to Nena’s 99 Red Balloons flying high
While Band Aid wondered whether They Know it’s Christmas
Sticking plaster for an ignorant conscience
Plasters cast for broken souls and hunger
Summer Olympics in Los Angeles the world disunited
As the Soviet Union boycotted the Festival of Youth
Hollywood and Universal Studios Footloose competed
With The Killing Fields for consumption and Oscars
Dancing in full view of the Apocalypse
Khmer Rouge and Holding Out for a Hero
Miner’s Strike in Great Britain with Margaret Thatcher’s
Heavy handbag crushing legitimate opposition’s pickets
Reagan became ‘acting’ president and Space Shuttle discovered
That we have only have one lonely planet so we must muck it up
Cold War awaited nuclear freeze and
Hiroshima was declared a minor aberration
Metallica roared Blitzkrieg inferno and Armageddon
Iraq fought Iran and guess who was supporting whom
The US supplied Saddam Hussein with poison gas while
In Afghanistan they supported Taliban and Mujahedeen
‘The enemy of our foe is our good friend’
Coalitions must change freely in axes of evil
George Orwell comes to mind with Eurasia Oceania and
Eastasia altering alliances but then history must be forbidden
It can mislead young minds and wars have to be waged
For the sake of gory glory and self-righteous delight
Who reads books anyway and why and for what
They might seduce us to hail love and compassion
In 1984 Tim longed for flowers in hair scribbled Peace signs
On flare bottom jeans 20 years past The Sound of Silence
Had not mustered the courage yet to challenge the inevitable
Collusion of his inactivity with happy murder for money and oil
Slowly though he finds his belligerent voice and
Concludes that the 80’s offer more than nostalgia
Curio cabinet full of
Memories; a small dent from a wild child
All hopped on penny candy, running on
Giggle energy, because of the excitement
Of the Little Orphan Annie radio program,
Stopped in her tracks, and stopped in her breath.
Scraped on the lion paw spindle leg,
From when nervous grandson watched
One small man shoot 3 small bullets into one small skull,
Like a whole book depository landed on point.
A stain mimicking the Grecian coastline,
On the drum top, from the spill
From the redwine from the news of pa-pa's death,
A slip and fall when reaching for the remote.
The drawer can't close correctly because
Daddy's head landed sideways after the bullet
Pierced his temple; how many times can you be laid off
On December 24th?
Curious cabinet guarded loosely
With skips in posture and hiccoughs in time.
Maker o maker,
Here is my resume.
Spin, spin is no sin they say
Political correctness ,must win the day
Group think of politicians who claim
to know best
Conform,conform, be subject to their will
is always their quest
These limousined elite ,
the subject of my political tale
Enfranchisement and freedom
has , and will always prevail
I awake to the sound of birds singing. A faint memory of my dreamworld still remains, the feeling of being held under water at a FEMA " Re-education" camp. I wonder if reoccurring nightmares mean anything ? Probably not.
I'm so happy that Hitlary Clinton won the election. The New York Times article "Uranium One Deal" that proved Hitlary's sinister ties to Russia turned out to be "Fake News" according to Hitlary. Now I go to work at the factory wearing a collar around my neck that protects me and all my fellow citizens from "Terrorists". All of the law abiding citizens wear collars that track everything we do, everywhere we go, everything we say. That way all terrorists will be removed immediately from our peaceful society. The collar also gives an electric shock for those lazy workers of the New World Order who aren't doing their fair share of the work required by law.
The government gives us all that we could ever want. Shelter, food, and medical care. Bicycles, guns, motorcycles, swimming, hiking, sports, Marijuana, even bouncing on a Trampoline are too dangerous for a good, productive citizen of the New World Order. Cars aren't allowed because of Global Warming !
It's the law for women to be a hard worker AND stay pregnant. No evil sex allowed, just artificial insemination from genetically superior males. It's so important to have a genetically pure race. The hard, 16 hr. per day, 7 days per week factory labor has a high turnover rate. Lots of workers have to be permanently replaced. The need for a constant supply of New World Order babies never ends!
The government censors all movies, news, and schooling to promote peace and tolerance for all. The two movies we are allowed to watch "World Peace" and "Evils of Free Enterprise" are my favorite. Under Obamacare, after age 45, everyone is taken to the "Healing Hospital", never to be seen again.
The sound of birds singing reminds me of a time long past, but I can't remember it. Something about a U.S. Constitution ? That's ok, I'm a proud member of the New World Order !
3/15/2017 poetry contest 1984 or 2017, sponsored by Debbie Guzzi
1984 or 2017 (For Contest)
I ran as far away as I could
It predicted we'd fail, that all would ...
We humans revolt against "ought" and "should."
Orwell knew better - O well, you say!
In 1948, as one War seemed to give way
To a quieter, colder one, he penned away
We are all equal, but some are more equal
Between "Revelation" and "1984" one is a sequel
The last hope, the "last trump" renders us unequal
To the chosen, Napoleon and beasts like him,
(all rather uncouth but dressed to impress and kill)
Yet patience is preached; leaders are ordained by Him
Saddam Hussein had a name with "dam" in it
The anti-Christ may be smoother, imitating the Holy Spirit;
Lighter is not always whiter, or righter - I mean "right"?
Before Napoleon, the Books of Romans and Corinthians stated
We all fall short of the mark, God's standard (always hated!)
Not in love, in democracy or "progress" as we get highly educated
I, too, may be a recovering chauvinistic pig
My prayer is that my current Christian wig
Is of the New Man, kosher, sans hate, with Shalom, sans intrigue
Faithful with God's Spirit, loyal to His Son
From heaven all humans look alike, in hate and unforgiveness - one -
The last trump may usher in True Government, God's Kingdom!
(c) Anil Deo, 20170325
The Monitor
Behind The Painting
Watches Our Love.
From the Book/Movie "1984" by George Orwell
for the Senryu movie book scene contest.
There I was on overnight sleeper
catching the Kilmarnock-Euston train
didn't sleep much on the way
hit the capital 6.30am met the rain
I was there for a week much to enjoy
got into sally army hostel need not book
it was nice and cheap did the job
used tube to get around to have a look
Eating out was different each night
restaurants aplenty a real treat
tried things I'd never eaten before
this was November so felt no heat
So got to see all the usual sights
the palace, Downing street the lot
thinking back now alone in big city
would do same now? I would not!
But that was all of 32 years ago
so much has changed in that time
going now you'd want see the big eye
maybe even write all in good rhyme
NATION WILL NEVER FORGET
GOVT. SPONSORED 84 SIKH GENOCIDE
IT WILL ALWAYS REMAIN IN OUR HEART ,
LIKE AN UNHEALED INJURY,
LIKE KARBALA
IT BOOSTS US A NEW ENERGY
NEW ENERGY FOR SIKH NATION
TO STAND , IRON WALL AGAINST OPPRESSOR
TO FIGHT UNTO DEATH FOR FREEDOM
FREEDOM, THAT IS LYING DEEP IN OUR HEARTS
FREEDOM TO LIVE
FREEDOM TO FAITH
FREEDOM TO VIRSA
FREEDOM TO FULL FILL THOSE WISHES ,WHICH ARE ALWAYS IGNORED BY DICTATORIAL APPROACH
SIKH ,NAME OF DEDICATION
SIKH,NAME OF DETERMINATION
SIKH,NAME OF ENCOURAGEMENT
WILL FIGHT UNTIL THEIR LAST BREATH FOR HUMAN CAUSE , HUMAN DIGNITY & EQUALITY .
Time is a funny thing,
time does not always seem real.
Governments and their rulers,
come and go.
Some are good to their people and country,
while others only destroy.
Can they be brought to their knees,
maybe ~ sometimes?
When we are living in today,
we have real time.
Can we now see or understand,
the many years that will come?
Then one day we awaken,
to that far off date.
Now here in the new real time of 2025,
we say where did all the time go?
In their day many read the book 1984,
some laughed at it as it was the talk of the town.
Some saying,
this would never happen.
Now in real time of 2025,
many years later what do we find?
Today many are saying,
we are now living in this book of 1984.
The question is,
are we?
Some say yes,
others still feel it was just a crazy book.
Have you read it,
only the reader can decide.
Propaganda all day everyday filled the air and minds:
weak minds read only headlines and never ever dared delve further;
strong minds dared asked what is truth, and finding truth, were canceled.
Those motel memories return.
The colored comic pages opened first
And water bubbling in an urn
And powdered coffee slaking my communion thirst.
Montana windswept plains outside.
Stark desolation’s existential rites within.
But earth I’ve trekked since then rolls wide:
And prayer, not newsprint, now assuages sin.
The clocks strike thirteen,
On one mans futile efforts,
To rebel against his world.