Best Anarchy Poems
A. Anarchy
Amber autumn aflame
An aroma of ash appeases the adamant arsonist; the artful anarchist
An audacious attempt at attacking back at our arbitrary accommodations
The ascended advocate us to abide as they affirm their advancement through annihilation
An abstract artifice, artificial affirmation of all aspects
Treated like an array of aliens in our allowed acropolis with the armor turned against us
Most amused with their asinine aspirations and amaurotic attractions
A few too apprehensive to argue and ask for an alternative, afraid of any altercation
But the agitated and annoyed assemble, ascertaining truth through awareness at every angle
Amateur acts of anger arise and accelerate, accompanying their adverse assault on our amendments
The alliance ablaze and amassing, anticipating an apocalyptic ambush
Absolution remains absent and anger becomes anxiety among those abandoned
The affluent assure abolishment for the average and all under
Bello (hello)let me tell you about some Minions
Brightly covered single-cell organisms
Small yellow cylindrical creatures
With one eye and sometimes two
Not sure why . . .
Minions love to wear dungarees and goggles
Not sure why . . .
They live to serve, all they need is a leader
Their language is gibberish-fueled insanity
Like, we love you (tutaliloo ti amo)
Now there is this a group of Minions despicable
Minions of Anarchy . . .
A motorcycle gang of Minions
Roaring around on two wheels, zoooom
The leader is Clay, ugly (bananoninal!)
A one eye-master of destruction
His wife Gemma, la femme fatale
There is always a handsome hero
And his name is Jax, a blonde, one eyed Minion
Obviously quite insane and mentally disturbed
His wife, Tara, hate her (tatata-dala-tu)
And the other members of the group
Juice, Tigs, Opie, Kozit, Chibs, and Bobby
This despicable group are bad to the bone
Oh, not sure if Minions have bones . . .
Anyways, havoc and destruction follow them
But, I love (tutaliloo ti amo) their story, sorry (bi do)
what(po-ta !) you say of these bad boys
Oh, such depression and joy and family ties
Nothing is more important to them than family
Kiss, kiss, kiss (muak, muak, muak)
This is but one group of Minions
Like all who dwell in the world, there are many groups
Some good, some bad, and some just silly
Thank you (tank you)
Goodbye (poopayel)
Cheers (kanpal)
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February 19, 2016
Poetry/Free Verse/Minions of Anarchy
Copyright Protected, ID 16-759-322-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
For the contest, Minions
Sponsor, Silent One
Third Place
Were
I
Jazzed
At every kerfuffle-
I shan't have the time to peer at the sky
Rubble around me and six inches deep
My only recourse ahh! triple mud pie!
Economy crumblin' Wall Streets a mess
No one will notice I've pickled the cress!
Breads in the oven yea! spiked with hashish
Just one bite congress
might pass some relief!
Tornadoes are twistin' earth shakes below
If memory serves me i'll conjure up snow
For more than five lifetimes, patience we've been
While line by line constitution has waned
Grab your water pistols- fill your balloons
Let's have a party
Make lawmakers swoon!
james marshall goff
08/31/13
© All Rights Reserved
nnam, where's that tree
at the centre of the clan?
o, what happened to the people's iroko?
where're my people's hope?
the voice of my clan
the famous tongue that came
like the griot of my niger
and stood firm, astute, echoing
the drums of my masters
the ancestors, my ancients –
nnam, did you say
the sacred tree’s fallen?
what mysteries in our times
what miseries are coming
upon the once famed clan –
did oke nmadu, the great man
go with the drum of the clan?
aru eme-e, evil has come
mere anarchy’s let loose
upon the clan –
let the ancients
remember their clan!
Watching through the
screen,
A large-mouthed god
flutters flag for the
defeat in the ballot box
And ordered the dove
whose glory was stolen
To seek haven in the
external palms.
What is constitutional
council
When truth has assumed
the statue of the sun?
What has big brother got
to do with crown?
When in a decade of
baptism of cords and
daggers,
Authorities were offered
to worms of economy.
Now to suck the
dissolved in our
intestines?
Kwashiorkor as highly
ranked officers gave us
order to eat cherub.
Are we truly humans
When nutritionists have
seen the real
Power of mal-nutrition
on our bony bodies?
Many avatars of the
globe with grid
Have anthologized
words of peace,
But our callous god
configured ears to the
rhythm of violence.
Now poses death
arrogantly at our door,
beating his chest
gallantly
And showcases his
desperation through
anger-veiled youths.
The menace of
stammering musket
stings no more fear to
their angry souls;
Men whose chest
vibrates, have fled to
arsenal
To indicate their choice
of weapons from the
ecclesiastics of death.
Feeble women have also
sought refuge to avoid
the traumatic services of
beasts.
This anarchy positioned
on our hill
Roars laughter to our
reverie of external aid.
Another civil war bangs
at our ant-devoured
doors with ivory of hope.
On the rope of despair,
we all swing and await
the decision of fate.
Globe with grid-Symbol
of UN
On the political crisis in
Ivory Coast from
November 2110 to April
2011
no order, no rules
place where might, makes a fight right
bring back the cave men
The battle line is drawn.
Beyond the mystery of your power,
You've laid us down.
In your bid to get in here you promised to build a tower.
On your shoulder do we rest
Till you daily lay us to rest.
We will end the insurgence in few months
While same seems not ending after four years.
Revolution now is seen as threat
While with your mouth it's declared.
The fight against corruption
In your bid is an illusion.
As this is done in meritorious deceits.
Tell me not to raise any alarm.
How dare you say that?
As anarchy iseminent to your act.
In deep thought, the murder of the rule of law
Is announce in your filthy hands
As you desecrate the temple of justice
In bid to be above the law
Where is our hope?
Where are we to go from here?
No food on the table
As all had been inflated.
The minimum wage has no date of implementation
And you've come to fight corruption.
Are you not?
Hear me great Divine
As my petition is made from a wounded heart.
Forgive and let this cup pass us by
As in the time of general Abasha
Which is the easiest way to make two
Indian states to fight?
One is to throw power, language, water-
Issues on their face.
So you’ll have got two Dravid states
Fighting eternally,
O’er slight and petite things for decades
Meaningless, mundane,
So that your Aryan Empire in the
North will have its way
Of flourishing and bringing in caste and
Sect-bred troops set free.
Not one but multiple such issues
Let loose on the south
On the twin sister-states of Tamil Nadu
And Kerala have worn
Out sistership, brotherhood and good-
Will among these two
Peoples, and eroded their history
Of a common past.
Mullapperiyar Dam Water Issue,
Imposing Hindi,
And Koodankülam Atomic Power
Plants are but a few,
Devised by central government to
Keep them warring on
And smoth’ring each other instead of
Pooling their resources.
We will examine each and weigh how
Hampered they progress,
Before we’re onto the treachery of the
Telengana State.
(Written and first published on: 08 December 2020)
Can also be read in full here: https://sahyadribooks-remesh.blogspot.com/2020/12/224-hindu-anarchy-coming-to-india.html
Leaking pontoon predicts my departure
Impatient yacht chases nautical next
Mislaid terrain erases my history
Grim authorities in obvious places patrol
Timidity prescribes aghast of tranquil abiding
Windwaken, I'm admiring the Sea of Revolt
Remarked upon in wonder, venture presents
Treasure indiscernible beneath tumbled tumult
Bold abandon condoned by bow of rationale
Faithful lungs serenade the speed of sails inflated
Turning back causes hair whipped vision to opaque
Potential's yell propels me from return's persistence
Society's twine allured by Twitter lunacy
My social media expels expiring bubbles
Sunk with rusty ruins of past governing
Continents are considered impediments
Ballast beckons ocean of observation
Jubilation journeys my adjournment
Angels guide navigation wide eyed
Fleeing seabirds call for recognition
Wave over waves of sweeping search
Unlikely dream festered in slumber of time
Shaken awake by inspiration's finger nails
Carries message of necessary momentum
Voyage for knowledge graces me
Extremeties are empty, planets drift
Virgin space accommodates galaxies
Originally written April 2020
Submitted for John Hamilton's
Free Verse of 2020 Contest
Was it him?
No,
his brothers
tied grenades.
on dead black birds
heaved them high.
to fly, wings tied back,
up to a third story balcony.
The psychological intention, the diversion of the facts
The creation of a situation to erase the other tracks
Augmented argumentation the license to do anything
Plausible deniability with all the false facts that we sing
Paradigms are shifting creating a new different realm
Who is the real leader and who should take the helm
Every decision left open to another one's own devices
Leads the normal activity into a world now full of crisis
The minds of the population separately think the same
The majority of the masses can not win this chess game
So cattled up all together following the herd one by one
The black sheep are the future but for now we're on the run
bmdavey@04/11/2023
Villanelle: Better anarchy than hypocrisy
Better anarchy than hypocrisy
Bluff prosperity breeds doomsday blast out
Probity keeps on toes reality
Executive responsibility
Ends before the term of office runs out
Better anarchy than hypocrisy
Quinquennat* four-year executive spree
Lead to wielding effete politics clout
Probity keeps on toes reality
Who makes speeches ring like Presidency
Mimes inane ghost-written texts like robot
Better anarchy than hypocrisy
If all that matters is "democracy"
Should not voters cast nulled votes in ballot
Probity keeps on toes reality
Who keeps arming the world breeds enmity
Wars cars hot-air mouths stoke intense black out
Better anarchy than hypocrisy
Probity keeps on toes reality
*quinquennat: French for five-year mandate of the presidency.
© T. Wignesan - Paris, 2017
Words of contempt for my miserable,
a sedated daze for our visceral,
day is dead
set and burn
Filaria
Rebellion
Errata
Ephor
Domestic
Oligarch
Money
Massive strikes in Germany
Burning tires in France
Drummers pound out a war dance
But please do not worry
Real change can't be hurried
Except with a large cash advance