Best Charlottesville Poems
I saw Nazis march yesterday
upon the streets of Charlottesville.
And, with swastikas on display,
crazed clansmen chanted blood will spill.
I saw Satan grinning with pride
at racial slurs shouted in hate.
And, bigots standing by his side
help the violence escalate.
I saw torches light up the night,
snaking through the black neighborhoods.
And skinheads looking for a fight;
all that was missing were white hoods.
I saw white supremacists, proud
of drawing blood and spreading fear.
And a car plow into the crowd,
its intentions made all too clear.
I saw President Trump place blame
on both sides for this killing spree.
And, a shocked nation reel in shame
at how prejudiced he could be.
I saw the projected end of
tolerance and democracy.
And, mantras of hate replace love
with smugness and hypocrisy.
Quatrain
8/13/2017
Today’s the day that Superman
Fell to earth and couldn’t stand
He lit upon his neck all wrong
And found he was no longer strong
His super powers gone all right
His horse’s name – old Kryptonite
Mdailey 5/27/11
Actor Christopher Reeve (Superman) was paralyzed when thrown from his horse
during a jumping event in Charlottesville, Virginia on May 27, 1995
Some recalled Kristallnacht,
the white mob’s facial fever,
once the same fever of a night,
now the fever of a day-mare.
Some recalled Charlottesville,
the white mob’s lust for blood,
once the same blood craved,
now the blood of a purgatory.
Some recalled Greenwood,
the white mob’s rampage,
once the Tulsa rage inflamed,
now the ire of the privileged.
Oh persecuted one,
aspiring despot, so maligned and martyred,
your words hang in the air like the endless
echo of wailing toddlers.
Captain of the siege,
What incendiary drivel have you sown?
What lie ignited white wrath again?
Broken glass, shards of democracy.
To steal elections, accuse your enemies of it.
To win by fraud, manufacture it.
To decertify black votes, rile white mobs.
Broken glass, shards of democracy
swept from the floors of the capitol,
the bloodied casualties,
the pipe bombs awaiting discharge,
while white thugs are protected by white justice.
Broken glass, shards of democracy.
White supremacy
beds well with fascism and capitalism.
Broken glass, shards of democracy.
When will the next carnage surface?
Where will democracy die?
Dedication: Heather Heyer, Paralegal (Charlottesville, VA)
A Governor named Terry understands fake Supremacy
Microcosm of America, terrorism in Virginia
In the Name of History and a Statue (of General Lee)
I was but eight, when I felt shame because of hate
My own: a girl at school (perhaps a victim) wanted to fight
We slapped each other in the classroom: It didn't feel right
No witnesses but some gentler spirit intervened
I have treated women as gently as I could since
My surviving daughters are angels; and I their prince!
Unless we love (or avoid hate), life is a vulgar walk
Stepping over slimy snakes here, vamp cats and dark
Things there ... putrid puddles everywhere; gone the idyllic park
How can reliving the Nazi way seem so desirable
And in America? Where Equality became Reality, the individual
Could be special, without royal blood, New World still available?
WRITTEN & POSTED ON MONDAY, 14 August 2017
In that darkest of time at Charlottesville
When hate ruffled their minds
And madness erupted in kind
But dumb Trump bluffed in haste,
Hate, hastes, I was dazed,
As wicked drove on Heyer in sour taste!
Both sides he claims to bait
Wait, is heaven in joy of our choice?
Or God in vengeance of Bannon grudge?
Albeit, or hell in bed rest?
Wall! Wall! Wall! He cried
Pouted as pig his anthem of division
Then comes release of his bosom, Arpaio
While in rage heaven dances in Texas
Tornado, hurricane and water flood
Our folks in need of our own
Donate to help Texans in pains
Think not of Brother's hater in our midst
Donate, brother's keeper you are.
Help before Trump turns us to nothing
Publican politicians talk in half-price right angles
Dodge City liberty
being smoking barrel bargain sold
at a chill,
Colt-45 degrees
AC (alcoholic crops) bootleggers selling
Prohibition license to breathe
Drunken Al Capone clones
riding shotgun,
spit spraying
automatic fire taxable oppression
Seasoned Caesar bag men love to casino dangle,
dance the Charleston Charlottesville style
Beat the audit odds with one-handed guile
Then sell out citizen we with gangsta ease,
rubbing out the actuary numbers
on our license to breathe
Tricky politicians speak Publicanese,
extorted exhalation
which wafts on a fabricated breeze
Pharaoh sons got a prison labor farm
gaming system,
printing free Monopoly money
to pyramid scheme burn
Ashes from cremated capitalist leaves
market fluctuate
on a jaded, emerald breeze
Covetous Equus heads,
harnessed to paper cloud chariots,
snorting war ozone air
Trojan horses wanting Roman legion liberty,
are told ain’t nothing Spartan sold shogun free
Dodge City living dead property
ain’t got no
Colt-45 trigger zombie release
Death stench in the decaying air
is crypt coming from
inhaled depths of iron lung oxy robbers
So don’t smoking barrel bother
to try and take a dirt-free emancipated sneeze,
if you don’t have a burial license to breathe
Trump is the power
The voice of a nation
A moneyman, no morals or ethic code
A narcissist born for a life in capitalization
A nuclear bomb Desperate to explode
Trump's time in office has been a terrible show,
His speeches have little words and little meaning
As a president he's been aggressive and poor,
He's shown which way his beliefs are leaning
Trump wont denounce the Charlottesville haters,
He refuses to denounce the KKK
He's now become a right wing dictator
His own men don't agree with what he has to say
Trump is losing support all the time,
His right wing rhetoric is falling on deaf ears
The whole world saw what happened was a crime,
He's taking the USA back to the segregated years
Time's running out for president Trump,
Impeachment is long overdue
Time's running out for president Trump,
Impeachment is the right thing to do
Three days late,
and a dollar of truth short
No condemnation of neo-Nazi hate,
no negative KKK report
Only tweet silence was heard ...
didn’t hear a peep, not one word
Domestic terrorists
were Tiki torching a church
late that night
Shouting ethnic and racial slurs
Aryan imperialists,
proud patrons of John Birch
causing heavy fright
They weren’t rebuffed by any tweet words
The Trump was silent ...
didn’t hear a toot, not one sound was heard
Two days late,
and a couple silver dollars of truth shy
No reproof of white supremacy hate,
everyone’s speculating as to the reason why
Only tweet silence was heard ...
didn’t hear a peep, not one word
Marching through Charlottesville town,
chanting crude, bigoted Nazi slogans
Wearing the “Blood and Soil” hate song crown,
brawling like drunken ancient Romans
Innocent blood got spilled on the ground,
yet my ears heard no shrill tweet sound
Still no angry replies were ever given voice;
the sound of silence was deafening,
waves of nothingness heard crashing
Not blowing the trump was the wrong choice
Hate had it’s way unabated,
violence was randomly meted
But there were no words heard
castigating any of that despicable hate
Only the sound of silence chirped late,
where flew the little tweety bird?
Prayer poems of peace
Bore fruit this weekend - two times -
Washington and Charlottesville:
Peace showed greater heart ...
Nine-Eleven was birthday
I stopped. Mature joy returns
Robert e Lee was a treasonous ole soul
To defeat the republic his goal
Slavery was abolished the people were free
But only two third a southern decree
The republic with stood the brutal onslaught
Capturing the rebels stopping the plot
50yrs after the civil war
They put up a monument to lee's slavery once more
In two thousand and seventeen
They thought it was time the south came clean
Remove ole Lee off his high horse
But the white supremest and KKK had no remorse
They march on Charlottesville with torches a blaze
Singing Nazi slogans eyes filled with craze
Their hate of black and Jews they proclaimed
Three dead and trump said no one to blame
All people just want to live free
But hate filled hearts and ignorant animosity
Another day in racist America rose in Charlottesville
White Sheets and a rope looking for brother to kill
Where Heads Butt in the USA or
I Don't Believe in Bodily Harm
What we all did was to dilly dally
And our rear ends ended up in Raleigh;
Then later on back of little Billy Goat
Took a ride to somewhere in Shallotte.
We took another trip for a historical thrill;
Had an incredible tour of Charlottesville;
Went to Washington by way of Mt. Vernon.
To see the tree leaves which were turning.
We wanted to watch fish as they play,
So we both went back to Chesapeake Bay;
Up North again would go willy nilly
Where John Wayne was with a pilgrim in Philly.
Ventured South to Florida to find a fantasy
In a world which was made by Walt Disney
And nothing could be finer or even greater
Then being in Carolina with an awful alligator.
James Thesarious Hilarious Horn
Bolivia, NC near Shallotte
jthorn5656@atmc.net
Carry me to my home Virginia
Headed south through Arlington
We can stop off in Manassas
On our way to Lovingston
Take me back to the Peaks of Otter
Let's return to Mabry Mill
We can drive the Blue Ridge Parkway
From the Meadows of Dan to Charlottesville
We'll stop in Schuyler on the way to Richmond
Watch the trees on the mountain sway
Ride the backroads of Campbell County
And see the small towns along the way
We'll raise some cane out in Bedford
In a field over near the county line
Ride the rails to Appomattox
And stop by Mama's at suppertime
We'll go cruise down the Eastern Shoreline
We'll lay a blanket out on the sand
Watch the ships sail out of Norfolk
And stroll down the beach hand in hand
Let's return back to our hometown
We'll float down the mighty river James
There we remember our favorite memories
And visit with old friends at a cafe on Main
Carry me back to little old Lynchburg
No matter how far I may roam
It's where I made my fondest memories
I'm proud to call Virginia my home
Name of Heather Heyer
Name of Heather Heyer is magnified,
And we will finally feel satisfied inside;
Charlottesville,
Remembers her still;
In heaven daughter now does abide.
James Serious Mysterious Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
Bolivia, NC
1
When she woke up that day she had a body.
She had no reason to imagine that by the time night fell
she would be a person the whole world was mourning.
When she woke up she was listening.
She heard the voices that no one else seemed to be hearing.
So many cries of frustration.
So many whispers of pain.
So many souls hungry for justice.
And she heard the coarse calls of hatred
descending on Charlottesville;
she knew without thinking
that she had to act.
She could have made lots of excuses.
Life is full of reasons for not doing
the things that have to be done.
But she'd heard the voices crying for justice.
And she'd heard the rough words of hatred.
She was standing where she was supposed to be
that afternoon.
2
When Heather Heyer woke up that morning she had a body.
Now her body is buried... a body torn by hatred.
And we,
still in our bodies,
must make some kind of sense
of the world that remains.
Will we succumb to division?
Will we surrender to loud hopeless anger?
Will we choose to see foes where there could be friends?
These are the questions that haunt us.
These are the questions we all have to answer.
3
In each of our hearts is a lens
that when held up to the power of love
can concentrate the scattered rays of hope
and give each one of us common purpose.
This is what could draw us together.
And in that coming together
Heather's sacrifice
could be charged with a new meaning
and Heather's life ---
so dedicated to the power of love ---
could be
magnified.
Whether this happens or not
is all up to me...
and you.
It's all up to...
us.
The faith in our Democracy
Was almost lost most shamefully,
When losers made their foolish claims
And railed against imagined blames.
The lap dog trogs obeyed the call
To challenge what was clear to all;
That voters cast their ballots free
And fairly won their victory.
The insurrectionists encore
Previewed at Charlottesville before:
A Hitler brown shirt style reprise -
When NAZI scum killed our GIs.
From losers formed in tiki crews
With fascist, swastika hate views;
And losers claiming Rebel ties
With racist, traitors' rants and lies;
The losers with their vote-fraud claims,
All losers in their loser games.
Then January 6th took place -
Again, December 7th faced,
Another Day of Infamy
But through homegrown ignominy;
Misguided stooges - mob rule horde
Defiled what patriots fought for.
And now the trials are on display
For insurrectionists that day,
With facts - in fact - they can't refute -
Their place in traitorous pursuit.
The Devil's due is their reward:
Those without thought who jumped aboard -
Those duped by lies and let their names
Be mired in everlasting shame.
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Now, vigilance is what we need
To make sure evil doesn't seed.
The way of life that we embrace
Could be replaced Without a Trace.