Best Anachronism Poems
I like the old ways.
So what does that make me? An
Anachronism?
Behold the picturesque anachronism, attempting to control are lives.
A donkey and an elephant arguing before our very eyes.
A donkey and an elephant debating all their lies.
Multitudes of donkeys and elephants spreading filth, despite the cries.
We don't need security.
We don't need your laws.
We don't need technology.
We just want to live our lives.
We are humans, not elephants or donkeys-
take care of yourselves and leave us alone.
Take your imperial fascist agenda and shove it-
down your bloated holes.
...Where it will linger like the vomit you make us feel.
Behold the picturesque anachronism, the safari of concrete.
As civilization disbands and crumbles while humanity bows before their feet.
Bowing before their hooves, with their giant pocket books.
Society becomes a zoo, in servitude;
A slave to the status-quo.
A revenge of the animals, we once called our own.
- For those of you confused by this poem, anachronism is a euphemism for Anthropomorphism
which was too long a word to put in this poem.
Is the flowing rushing in...or,
is the flowing rushing out?
Are we returning to where it all begins,
or is it the consequence of doubt,
if an altered state is out of place
positioning one in the wrong period,
false impressions may debase
sequential are the myriad...
They say,lie with dogs you get their fleas,
it's not the dog you should be concerned...
you never know,
what kind of disease lies within' the flea.
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(the flea is a metaphor for attitude and impressions)
All
things made
yesterday
are too clunky:
phones and computers,
cars and televisions,
ships, airplanes and satellites,
huge machines that human hands created.
Now technology is evolving;
is God also an anachronistic?
Written on 7/25/2016
Das dada = codified bonafide anachronism
me thoughts infused
with thom hankering for yesteryear
circa antebellum i.e.
American Civil War era veer
rilly, teetering, smoldering, rumbling
upon iniquitous tier
United States greenacres crossroads
with petticoat junction spear
ritually hexed courtesy anti abolitionists
pitted against unfair
slavery, yours truly spellbound
gravitating, fixating, entrancing,
an invisible sonneteer
disembodied spirit transported
back in time,
qua closing first decade
of twenty century aware
how historical events will unfold,
yet lacking means
to affect alternate outcome,
though yearning to spare
fledgling democracy deaf to blare
ring coming fury me unseen
relishing preponderant naiveté
and childlike innocence
before internecine warfare
many stripling young lads,
yet to sprout facial hair
trumpeting, scampering, rejoicing
after favored lass with no care
gathering rosebuds while they may
before their brave hearts got
touched, torched, taxed...
with fire, ah... so cavalier
wondering, speculating, nursing
curiously piqued how adaware
those who frolicked
within Autumn mist did revere
observing what didst appear
oblivious laughter and attitude
analogous to good cheer
omnipresent at Renaissance Faire,
no doubt trials and tribulations
compromised welfare
envious countless scores generations
past knew not global threats,
nonetheless societal fabric circa
early/mid nineteenth century
severely wrenched when
Emancipation Proclamation didst declare
manumision, though sadly
blatant anti semitism, bigotry, racism...,
trumpeted within rank putrid odor
doth still fill the air!