Best Anthem Poems
A fitting anthem for
an introvert like me-
Simon & Garfunkel's
scrumptious harmony
of “I Am A Rock”
spoke oodles to me
in its painful poignancy
bouncing buoyantly
on declarations
of independency
needing no one
utterly free
encased in fortress castle
with books and poetry
I was a rock, an island
a party of three
just I, Myself, and Me
Until he came along
and proved me somewhat wrong
as icy waters receded
I found that he was needed
an “island” no more-
I became a sort-of peninsula
with somewhat rocky shores
Yet, sometimes I still hum it
or belt it right out loud
“I Am A Rock”
ever my anthem
away from the peopled crowds!
Anthem for a Veggie
Never gonna roast no chicken
Never gonna braise no steak
Never gonna grill no lamb chop
Eating meat, I’ll not partake.
Never gonna fry no sausage
Never gonna boil no ham
Never gonna barbecue burger
Feast only of the fields and Yam.
Won’t feast on Yuletide Turkey
Won’t feast on fatted goose
Won’t kill no moorland partridge
Saving pheasant from a noose
Won’t skillet no wild venison
Won’t stir fry country hare
Won’t eat any creature that lived
Because it’s wrong and so unfair
You're wearing the cap with the crooked cross emblem,
hoisting your neo-Nazi flag high
You dream of a revived Fourth Reich kingdom,
hoping that you see it before you die
"Hate your neighbor" is your rallying call,
it's the opposite of what Jesus Christ said to us all
Blacks
Jews
Muslims
Hindus
You hate them all equally the same
Refugees
Homosexuals
Homeless
Foreign nationals
You hate them all, no matter what their name
"Love thy enemy" is what Jesus Christ said,
you're the polar opposite, you want them all dead
Mark yourself an antichrist
Always wished you were at the crucifixion,
you would've nailed in the spikes
Consider yourself a true Confederate to the cause,
proud of teaching your children how to hate when they're small
Kill them dead,
kill them all,
That's the drunken song you sing
in your "Members only" beer hall
It's the Anti-Christ anthem,
it's pure ancient antebellum
You love to sing your favorite rebel rousing song,
you love to hear it being played all day long
Kill them all,
kill them dead
It's the bloodlust song always playing in your head
It's the Anti-Christ anthem,
it's pure ancient antebellum
Bring back the bygone days of butchery and bedlam
Whenever you hear the Anti-Christ anthem,
you pledge your soul to be a disciple of Satan
I, the empty man,
The hollow man,
Exist here in the shadows
Of twilight. My senses dead,
Burned out of me along with
The tattered, wasted rags
That were the only remnant
Of my tortured soul.
Like hellfire, the flames
Roared through my Self,
Consuming all there was and
Leaving naught but the acrid
Stench of a being destroyed.
My eyes now stare out from an
Empty shell that once held so
Much life and promise.
A vessel that once was filled with
Hopes and dreams of happiness.
Those are all gone now, replaced
With a fathomless nothingness.
Black is the void that dwells within
Now. It swallows all light and laughter
And echoes back a harsh mockery of
Life. Still the fires smolder, eating away
At the foundation, the supports, moving
Itself toward total collapse. When it does,
I will become the nothingness that I
Contain. Swallowed by the void, with
Nothing left but my anguished screams,
Echoing into oblivion.
American doctors all suck
We're in it to make a fast buck
Your meds cost a bunch
So eat pills for lunch
And pray God has blessed you with luck!
Arise, O compatriots,
Let’s come together to build the broken walls,
Arise, your sinking ship for safety calls;
Let’s rebuild our heroes’ humble halls.
Nigeria's call obey,
Like a baby she yearns and yells for succor;
The spears and swords of war grieves her sour,
Let arise to save her heart that’s faint and poor.
To serve our fatherland,
And not to sell our brain to the western pest,
Nor make our green garden, a terrain for test;
Let’s arise to give our fatherland the very best.
With love and strength and faith…
Not with our grains soaked in gall and greed;
We have a patriotic plea and a noble need,
To build a nation with love: a colorful creed.
The labour of our heroes past…
Yearn and yell for our hand to uphold
The sure substance in our state’s stronghold,
So we can remain a fat and flourishing fold.
Shall never be in vain…
Let’s furnish our field to stop brain drain;
Let’s shield our seas from spills and stain,
Let’s get our gains without playing with pain.
To serve with heart and mind…
A land where there is hope and health;
A land where lords and labors walk in wealth,
A land where giants and ants share same strength.
One nation bound in freedom, peace and unity
Walking in wealth and wisdom,
Seen by sons and strangers as a kind kingdom,
Where everyone is sure of soaring to stardom.
Try to imagine the Alice Cooper song "School's Out for Summer" as you see these words. I tried to match the rhythm of that song to this jingle:
Well, I need to eat,
but I’m in the mood
for some seasoned meat
and the world’s best food.
Well, I can’t eat any old hamburger
A Maid-Rite sandwich I prefer!
Maid-Rite’s the winner,
lunchtime or dinner.
Love that place to pieces!
Crumbled cheesy beef on bun
Onion rings and shakes! What fun.
Well, I don’t want shrimp
and I don’t want caviar.
And I don’t want rib eye steak.
Not even a pie or a chocolate cake.
Crumbled cheesy beef on bun
Onion rings and shakes! What fun.
Tenderloins or crispy fries.
Maid-Rite's is the food I prize.
Lunch time or dinner,
Maid-Rite’s the winner.
Made RIGHT and tasty,
Maid-Rite forever!
5/28/15 Now used for PD's 100 in a ROW contest -- 11 PREMIERE number 2 Poetry Contest
(Last year they closed the one and only Maid Rite place in my state. So we drove a long distance to eat there. It makes me wonder if the owner did enough to market his restaurant. Either that, or this state simply can't catch the vision!!! Maid-Rites, rock on forever!!!)
- Truth
Remember the truth,
Question those in government…
In full glory reflected.
- Mistake
To war is error,
To offer peace is sublime…
Bombs bursting in air.
- Belief
No matter how hard,
Stand up for what you believe…
O! say can you see.
- Responsibility
I love my country,
Like baseball and apple pie…
The home of the brave.
...(Fall, Winter, Spring, Summer)
"National Anthem USA"
Hands to hearts with baseball capped compassion
We swear on a timeless treasure of freedom
Asking new artists every time to hit the tender spot of America
They beg for the chance to sing the Francis Scott Key to our hearts
Rebellious revolutionary days forced us to face
The king of England, most taxing on our troubles
A tumor so ugly and far away from the truth
He was growing ever more malignant
With every year of passing this country grew more proud
Endearing us to older countries we certainly had to prove ourselves
Throughout tumultuous efforts
We fought on this land and others
From the souls who struggled with hand packed gunpowder and bullets of balls
To the men who survived amputation and the casualties of consequence
M.I.A'.s and P.O.W.'s in Vietnam with green turtle shells on head, they fought like dogs
Tags to remind us are plenty because freedom is not free
Semper Fi sweet marines
And for new lands so vast, they were to become the new states
Of mind for auspicious entrepreneurs who knew the greatness
We were blessed with the new land to our west
Exploring revelry which led us to find the other shining sea
Gold made us rush while liberty allowed us to stay
Settlers moving west across the nation brought much trepidation
But nowadays we have a future to forage for the best it has to offer
As we dine on democracy from the plate of our predecessors
Begun with the melody that makes people goose bump
The Star Spangled Banner
A Traveller's Anthem
So much in verse, so unlike prose
A marvelous gift to each of those
Who revel in it's glory
Yet here I am, mere mortal man
Inspired by one who's aura can
Compel me to my story
A traveller? Yes, but please refrain
From treating us with that disdain
Usually reserved for others.
A breed apart? Yes I suppose
But don't forget we're also those
Who need and care, like you.
A pensive type? Usually so,
No thoughts distracted as we go
Between our home and......home.
Our home is where we lay our hat
An oft used term, but without that
We'd shrivel up and die.
And yet there's always constant yearning
Of things no book or tutored learning
Could express as much as this:
A settled life, a home from home
That counter-balance for those who roam
The cities, skies and sea.
And so to you my thoughts do wander
As I, alone, sit here and ponder
Of what you did for me.
You made me welcome for your part
You found a place within my heart
And that is where you'll stay.
Although the miles keep us apart
You'll always have part of my heart,
So much of that you've won.
Africa the Holy garden
protected by Angels
Africa the Holy garden
blessed by God,
Africa of pure waters
And more natural resources,
Africa of more plants
and arable soil,
Africa of good weather,
fauna and flora
Africa which welcomes
all the visitors
"Know yourselves Africans,
Knowing yourselves Africans"
The God of the Holy Apostles and prophets
Put power ,strength and authority in you
To control the World.
Written in Swahili by Alfonso Warally Ngengethe Mussabwa Chris
On May 20/2013
Translated in English in March 05 /2023
Proposed to be the national Anthem of African Union
Stern resolve, your oratory, spins a patriotic story
with strong, courageous, macho talk, somewhat at odds with how you walk.
A call to arms five times deferred; it was the option you preferred,
requiring someone BRAVE to face the chance of dieing in your place.
History shows you chose to go and pad your vast portfolio
collecting governmental fees from "Bean and Bullet" industries.
During 'Nam you chose to cower, money fueled your rise to power.
For lobbyists; the perfect ****. The coat tails of an idiot.
And now, with war, you've time to spend; picked up a gun and shot a friend.
Happy now; real men to lead, as long as there's no chance you'll bleed.
Off to Iraq, you've had your say, from one full continent away,
bravely practice your vocation, from an undisclosed location.
He does his leading from the rear, this man of action in the mirror,
To glory's beach verbosely storm, without that risky uniform.
A warrior, leader, wanna-be, the Chairborne ranger infantry.
A daffodil, its color fades, when placed between his shoulder blades.
“All poetry soup members stand for a moment of reverence and silence”
Au Soupe du jour our native site stands free
God bless our site in truth we trust in thee
Let’s stand on guard to wave and to salute
Let’s lift our hands for an inky photo shoot
Home of ambitious and amalgamated quills
Poetic birds of words soaring with free wills
Soaring through balmy winds unto thy haven
Grandstanding passions as our stately raven
Home of ambrosial souls emanating alacrity
We fill the site with fervid poem's electricity
United we ignite desire, poetically we aspire
With ink or quills that never grow old or tire
Our Lord is our entrance he bestows the light
Rejuvenates our quills & ink in the still of night
So when we awaken we quietly greet the day
With peace love light, in our own special way
Upon our blessed site shed your rays of love
Shed your blessings truest LOVE, from above.
Written by: The Teamsters, Elliott & Vienna ***
My head is vacant
Empty and spare,
Filled with dust,
Crickets and air
"Huh? Duh...what?"
Is all I can share
No intellect to show
Because none is there
When faced with a question
I'm never prepared
Yes, people think I'm stupid
But I don't even care
I love asking dumb questions
I don't think it's unfair,
I know that it's frustrating
But my conscience is clear
No dignity to convict me
No character here
Being stupid is cute
"Cute" can get you anywhere
So what if my head is empty,
Vacant and spare
The crickets keep me company
I like dust and air
You are enough,
You were born perfect,
And then someone told you to try harder,
You heard your shape was not the same as the others,
Your skin is too fair, too dark, too freckled, too plain,
You could be smarter,
You make someone else feel dumb,
Somewhere we forgot to wash our hands of this,
And our hands soiled the rest of us,
Until we began to swallow the filth without question,
It is time to forget,
It is time to remember,
mistakes are learning in process
you can be no one else but you,
your uniqueness is what makes you special,
there is nothing wrong with being special,
the downs are there to emphasize how wonderful the ups are,
and the in between is neither up nor down,
When I say “You” I more often mean “I”.
I was born perfect,
I am enough.