Best Complicity Poems
Plant Not your seeds in Poor
soil. Heinous and Quagmire
loves society. Yet,
you seclude yourselves from
your very own seed that
you have planted. But, Why?!
Non compos mentis
at the time?!... Were you
Callous?!... Or maybe
Myopic?!... Even
society that
claims to be so
Erudite has
no rejoinder.
Complicity
lurks within
the poor soil.
Be Chary
when you
Make your
S-E-E-D-S!
Pace, G.
INK-U-SCRIPT
06-15-2012
The Mill wheel wouldn't turn until the Spring
The yellow tape defines it a crime scene
Similar to one in 1930
Locals watch police investigating
The 1840 gristmill's history
Involves the town's most famous mystery
A man charged with fraud and duplicity
Dodged first degree murder complicity
Whispers ran through the town from door to door
A dead body, missing cash... furthermore
Under the waterfall... just like before
Talk of murder weapon left on the floor
A deep freeze had the town on hold for weeks
No official info... except for leaks
By and by the case was about to peak
Ice melts, revealing secrets - the wheel creaks
Tips led to stolen cash confiscation
Perps confessed on cross examination
Funds came through for the Mill's renovation
Waterfall Weddings... book reservation
Submitted July 5, 2018
One, Nine, Sixteen V3.0 Contest by Viv Wigley
Seventh Place
Evil thrives under a cloak of silence,
having a keen ear for the slightest sound.
And will react with violence and threats:
to trample any form of protest down.
Truth fuels a cacophony of noise,
where whispers morph into a crescendo.
But our fears are fed a diet of lies:
addressing queries with innuendo.
While we are silent, we're invisible,
lost in the shadows of conformity.
And under the shield of complicity:
we hide society's deformity.
Kids are taught to stay quiet, not to shout:
for a fly does not enter a closed mouth.
We smile at each other
In mutual understanding
Achieved complicity:
Friendship older than time.
Where comfort of silence
Speaks louder
Than "I'm okay" pretense
Where teasing and crying
Are equal ingredients
Though continents divide,
Oceans cannot separate.
Our togetherness:
Always, any time,
Any circumstance,
A given...
A present...
A certainty...
That we are here
For each other
Nights are warmer
Days are brighter
Laughs are louder
In the embrace of friendship.
***
January 07, 2017
Darren White
Claudia Polydoro
This is the woman who repeatedly told us for over two years Joe was as sharp and active as ever, there is no crisis at the border, Joe’s record inflation was caused by Trump, the bungled Afghanistan withdrawal was all down to Trump, Covid spread was all yep Trump, high energy and gas prices all Trump, the Hunter laptop was Russian disinformation, that they did not support defunding the police, the Jan 6 Committee was an impartial bipartisan investigation, that the DOJ and FBI’s legal campaign against Trump was not politically motivated, and on and on it goes. She was the poster girl for the Biden Ministry of Lies.
Ain’t it funny watching all the liberal media and White House staff pretend like they were all duped by a senile old fool for three and a half years. With all their access to Biden and his aides they couldn’t see what any sane person could. That’s corruption on an unprecedented scale. There’s your threat to democracy, there’s your constitutional crisis. There are many here on the Soup who believed it was all a conspiracy theory. That’s next level spectacularly dumb!
This odious woman is the latest to release a book to monetise her complicity and guilt with more gaslighting. The only reason she was chosen as press secretary was because she ticked all the right boxes with DEI. She got to lie to us every day from her pulpit because Democrats value DEI and virtue signalling over ability and integrity. Thus being a black immigrant gay woman was her ticket to the top job. In the real world most of us have to earn our way. Not so in the fantasyland liberals live in. Get your heads out of your ar-se, America.
Can’t wait to see who the next lying bottom feeder is to write a book.
Today we rise.
No more hiding in the shadows,
of culture,
creed,
tradition.
No more silent complicity,
defensive arguments,
sickening pretences,
shabby excuses,
for the actions of men,
brutal and coarse and vulgar and obscene and murderous and abusive.
Today, we rise,
as one.
Today the change starts,
with me,
within me.
Today we rise.
Today to the awakening
you have asked me why you have been
the chosen one between so many people
and how is the form of my feeling.
so … I wrote you a list
moments that cause this deep love.
In the mornings when we open the eyes
I observe your free face of strange colors
and the hair tangled between my fingers
I have the woman of my dreams.
When you are looking yourself in the mirror
I approach to give you a kiss in the cheek
and we join our happy images
I see the woman of my dreams.
When we walk along the street in love
I take your hand and receive the heat of your body
mix of meat and flushed hearts
I go with the woman of my dreams.
During the dinner with friends
Our looks are constantly crossing
and in complicity … we smile.
I am with the woman of my dreams.
In the night in complete semidarkness
we dismiss the day shared
with a caress and a kiss.
I sleep with the woman of my dreams.
But though the years happen
and the children, already big, depart far,
again alone I will continue saying:
you are the beautiful woman of my dreams!
Complicity is easy for the Right,
one single flag to which they all adhere –
“someone might steal my loot”. This primal fear
prompts pistols under pillows, sleepless nights
and riot cops. Who needs a Stagyrite?
But Lefties hold their differences dear.
Each Keeper of the Flame is more sincere
than Cash-Is-Trash-ists, Ogden Nash-ists, quite
apart from Crypto-Fascists, Widow’s Mite
Apologists, Red Guards, or those who steer
by Stalin’s light (Stakhanovites). It’s clear:
you’d never have a play without a wright,
and so each faction finds its Miller Lite:
Kropotkin, Castro, Kopp – who’s cool this year?
I have awakened myself rather consciously,
Like a rush or a cry of spirituality…
The focus in my mind set aimlessly…
We need a proposition of morality.
Barely even touched by the decadence,
Striking generations lost in a trance
Fabricated dreams packaged in abundance
Aware yet… unmoved by aberrance!
Immoral behavior launched in a trend,
Infecting the core of our society.
Multifaceted demons to such extend…
The downfall and sprain of our piety.
Pretending to oblige to humans pleasures,
Imposing one’s sight with waves of toxicity.
Showing off its pride without any measures,
Falsifying in style … in full complicity.
Covering up the heart so its eyes can’t see…
Rendering it so numb by anesthesia.
Closing up the channels conducting to Thee…
Deliberately injecting doses of “amnesia”!
Dead Babies
You know where
silence is complicity
insidious war crimes
dance in this vile air
Holocaust encore
Was my life just a wish
I hid between the pages of survival
And even though the Universal source of all
Granted me this gift
This singular precious life
Did I search instead to be the worthiness of heaven
Did I judge all my actions
By the prison bars of hell
And see in your eyes and the eyes of others
The handiwork of demons
Have I written on the chalkboard of my soul
The dark inks of my submissions
I see that in our innocence
We have been duped and confused
Into leading a less than innocent life
And the greatest tragedy of this Earth
Is the ignorance of our denial
We do not see the collage of injustice
Their bodies scattered on our path
And all the bright and shining electronic objects
Are limply hanging from the sign posts of our children’s future
Their bodies dried and bloodless
Skeletal in their silence
Point the way to our decent
Into the depths of the untouchable and the soulless
Where and how have we been brought to this
To feel so very comfortable
While the price we count in money
Is the cost
Of human life
Did we eat too much
Did we want too much
Did we suckle so much in frenzy
Upon the teat of propaganda
Did I believe too readily
Did we swallow all our pride
Has conscience become a mouthful
A swallowed panacea of pharmaceuticals
When did we agree to be
So confused
Did you accept that all this luxury
Must be paid by the suffering of someone else
Or did I just close my heart
Close my mind and close your soul
And even though the nagging is persistent
The denial of truth haunts all of you
Did we bury ourselves in the infatuation
Of all this passing momentary thrill
Bought and sold from the instance of our birth
And it is not our part to carry the guilt or the fault
But each one of us in time
Must wake up
To the complicity that we play
In the slavery inflicted on this world
A part of innocence and ignorance
In the suffering of our brothers and our sisters
A peculiar gift is the insight burgeons a new light within the soul
Far more humane it is than burden of its curse
To live amongst these human chains
But still see all that we are worth
Heroes,
To some people a killer can be called Hero
To other people a defender of their rights is called Hero.
There are many untold true histories as
some people wanted to be celebrated.
Leopard II killed many Congolese in the colony regime innocently , stole congolese natural resources and
he is well known Hero today.
Imagine if Leopold II killed some neighbours
innocently could the majority Europeans
called him " Hero?"
Answer is no and no...no.
Some Belgians and Congolese leaders called
for negotiations meetings for freedom and agreed
to free the republic of Congo,
On June 30/ 1960 , Republic of Congo was proclaimed
as independent Country.
later on the Congolese liberator Emery Patrice Lumumba was killed innocently
by the complicity
of the Belgium government.
Hero Lumumba was putting in sulphuric acid
And
He straightaway melted.
When the Belgium current king sent a golden tooth as
the remain of Emery Patrice Lumumba to President Antoine Felix Tchisekedi Chilombo,
All the world watched it.
No one is concerning about many crimes done
by the Belgium government in Congo
which could be the important things
to focus on daily basis.
Heroes,
The attack of president Putin in Ukrain was wrong
and he does not deserve to be called Hero for doing
such crime against humanity.
I know that all the top leaders who were behind
the destructions of Libya, Irak and Afghanistan
were totaly wrong and
they don't deserve to be called Heroes
for such crimes against humanity.
I salute the courage of some African presidents
Who stood up and put their colleagues
Presidents Putin and Zelenskyy
on peace negotiation table.
World youths continue to rise and knowing that
there is no race that prays for repetitive maltreatment
in the planet earth.
Anyone who is not happy to live in peace
with others on earth , there are many planets
which can be his " her " good place to live.
June 30/2023
By Alfonso Warally Ngengethe
Mussabwa Chris
What do I nurture?
And what do I try to control?
Do I control what I nurture?
Do I nurture control?
And what about freedom
and spontaneity?
Can I control nurturing free choices,
expressions,
entertainments,
performances,
transactions,
relationships?
How much is too much control,
no longer nurturing healthy wealth
of co-empathic integrity?
What do we nurture through our controlled investments?
Our transactions?
Our daily relationship choices
on through to our annual re-assessment voices?
And what do we try to control?
And do we control that we nurture healthier candidates
rather than more pathological pirates
of and for our attention retention?
When riding a compliant horse,
I nurture direction by inviting
and holding
humility.
Our shared control
is through mutually sustained re-invitation,
reweaving of cooperative intents
and subtly communicated purposes
to continue our epic dance
together.
Until we develop time to nurture rest
and control our thirst
and our complex hungers
for yang's control
accompanying
yin's symbiotic complicity.
This madness This madness
This curse
The plague of digital fame
The first to post
The next big thang
Violence as recreation
The demise of education
The end of creation
The last breath taken
Joy in death
The crowd roars
Joy in self promotion
A life left to lores
To all who have fallen
At the hands of complicity
To youth not realized
To a light for every corner
Here's my heart, my tears
All for you Amy Joyner
Facebook Findings
Press and like the number five.
Jane the virgin on Twitter
This spoon takes away
the effects of the shakes
When you get fresh sheets
and you just shaved your legs.
This dude spent eight years
growing a chair
Shannon has exactly 200 friends.
Kakistocracy- government by
the worst available people.
You are convicted by your complicity.
Did Jesus leave us a tip to diabetes?
This is what happens when
you wrap your teeth in
aluminum foil for an hour.
Age your spirits at home.
There are several islands
atop the falls
and they are Zambian.
There's a lot of gross ********
that goes on
in the creative world.
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