Best Conglomerates Poems
I always feel hungry
yet dare not complain
it may set a precedent,
believing I am the fodder
the factory keeps feeding on my
infinite illusions.
The Radio talkback show tells us,
“No one wants insecurity anymore.”
Yet the conglomerates give no guarantee
no “Job for life”
Only a life! For a job.
Perhaps security is with the power
of the poppy or cocoa leaf?
So far, I’ve been lucky
I’ve found my comfort zone
this side of life.
So! Do not weep for me
for I breathe the fragrance of innocence,
my mind remains only
a fragment of intellect,
my musing will never make poem of the day
when my world one of such simplicity.
Yet I see mankind bemused,
multitudes from all walks of life
programmed as corn in the meadow
swaying to a acrimonious breeze,
before being judged within a
clockwork frame, with hearts
that beat in caustic chests.
Frail bodies embraced with wretched minds
tolerance etched upon stark faces,
their promised land dangled upon
the filament of dreams,
while calculated scenarios
bombard their unswerving ambience.
© Harry J Horsman 2020
Categories:
conglomerates, angst, power,
Form:
Free verse
Why vote for governments
That uses you
That abuses you
Confuses you and refuses you
Why vote for governments
That doesn’t respect or defend your rights
And fight with all their might’s
Why vote for governments that are not contrite
And feel their evil doings are alright
Why vote for governments
That steals the meals off poor people’s plate
Yes I know you can relate
You lobbyist and you rich conglomerates
You leaders brought this world to this state
You closed equal opportunity gates
You email-gate, water-gate, racial profile, hate!
You collaborate to devastate by inaugurate debates
And brain washing mandates
You empty and launder it
The treasury’s financial reserves hey wait!
You vaingloriously defend your scandals eh mate
Yeh! You really forced me to explashiate
Against fractured cannibalistic nature politics
Syndromes of “eat ah food” government’s historics
Past and present, you categorize and polarize
Our society for your sooooole benefits
Eh why vote mate?
©Copyright August 27, 2014 by Brian Pierre-Alexander
© All Rights Reserved
Categories:
conglomerates, abuse, political, society, voice,
Form:
Free verse
And who is artist?
I was told before, dollar for painting
(a hundred for creation)
I don't believe that anymore
(never really did)
We are the architects, playing to the open field of the underworld to realities
(an artist with an 'e')
thick conglomerates of sticky color for fingertips
assimilations of rarities in a crown of words
(and I wear it every day)
I walk with a liquid transcription in my mind, and a step before another
planned to exist.
It's the attraction to memory-movement-making
Paste against palette, mouth against ambiance
a sensuality, that goes beyond knowing
and enters the realm of divine.
We are what we are- and what we are is
liquid- little tapers of movement,
beautiful movement.
Even the naked, aspiring snakes of Adam and Eve
begins here.
And who is artist?
I promise you this
They'll never pay you to enough to know.
Categories:
conglomerates, art,
Form:
Free verse
In my perfect world let me ponder my thoughts
And tell you what should be, a world that's not fraught
To live side by side all colours and race
Before we implode and forever loose face
Protect all our children as they are our world's tomorrow
Appease their hurt and diminish their sorrows
Determine a sentence if your prepared to take life
Why should you live and leave others in strife
If the punishment declares that you live behind bars
Innocent animals are caged they never left any scars
Curtail the conglomerates who believe they are higher
Ceiling their profits and limit their acquire
Before they mine, deforest or drill
A down payment to be paid to compensate any spill
Health care to be made free for one and all
For those without Dollar why should they fall
To have to pay for a child knocked down by a car
It's a disgrace in our society that it's come this far
Schooling for all from kindergarten to graduation
Even University no pupil donation
If our country desires to prosper for it's future grow
Our working taxes should be suffice to allow it to flow
In all our cities, villages and towns
Keep our kids of the streets before they become clowns
For every population ratio, community centres to be built
By conglomerate profits that fester their guilt
Jobs to be created for many tasks to be met
Like coastal corrosion and border control to be set
There are many vast lands on our planet we call earth
So much space to be used, so deploy it for it's worth
Why can't we build pipelines bringing water to parched lands
Run by the government, creating jobs with these plans
Go down the green road using what nature creates
Wind farms and wave energy and become her soul mate
The above could all happen because we voted them in
If they don't do what they say, it's political sin
For my perfect world I have shared my thoughts
Please enjoy my words to your table I've brought
Categories:
conglomerates, life, people, placesworld, kindergarten,
Form:
Couplet
Emma Frost (aka White Queen) is a powerful character in Marvel Comics. Is
she a hero or villain? Sometimes, it is hard to know! She is a mutant with the
most amazing telepathic skills. She can transform herself into a diamond shape with enhanced strength and with no human needs like food or water but she can be shattered when in this state. She was born in Boston, United States to wealthy parents. He father was cruel and domineering, her mother hooked on drugs, she had siblings, but none give her any emotional support.
She was bullied in school and had only one friend, a teacher. Then,
suddenly her telepathic powers manifested and she could read minds. Emma
was rejected by her family. So, she left, becoming homeless. Did I mention
that she was very, very beautiful. A femme fatale in high heels, a character
designed for eroticism, a cruel beauty.
While homeless Emma meets a young man and falls in love. Finding
out that her boyfriend Troy is in debt to mobsters. So to safe Troy they hatch
a plan to do a fake kidnapping of her wealthy father, but the thugs turn it into
a real kidnapping. Troy is killed. There is a battle and Emma uses her powers
to confuse the thugs, calls the police and keeps the ransom money, which she
uses to go to university. She gets degrees in many fields.
Emma gathers vast wealth and is the owner of several multi-million
dollar conglomerates and has many investments. She has many affiliations and hundreds of adventures and battles, that I would need a much longer poem to include. She has gone by many alias, usually White Queen, she
uses her beauty as a weapon.
Her affiliations include Hellfire Club, Hellions, Generation X, Dark X-Men,
Phoenix Five, Legion Accursed, Quiet Council of Kraboa, X-Men, The Cabal,
Xavier Institute, and the Marauders. And she has been in many, many of
Marvel Comic story lines that are too numerous to list.
I like Emma Frost the White Queen . . .
________________
March 24, 2023
Poetry/Prose Poetry/Emma Frost
Copyright Protected, ID 03-1533-326-24
All Rights Reserved, 2023, Constance La France
Written for the Premiere contest, Marvel
Superheroes Supervillians and Superanimals
sponsor, Robert James Liguori, Judged 03/24/2023
Categories:
conglomerates, fantasy,
Form:
Prose Poetry
YOU’RE AMERICANS
NOT DEMOCTATS OR REPUBLICANS
NOT TEA PARTY MEMBERS
NOT ON THE LEFT OR RIGHT
YOU’RE AMERICANS
YOU’RE NOT JEWISH OR CHRISTIAN
NOT MORMAN OR MUSLEM OR ATHIEST
YOU’RE AMERICANS
YOU MAY BE FEMALE OR MALE
CONSERVATIVE OR LIBERAL
OR INDEPENDENT, BUT
YOU’RE AMERICANS
YOU MAY BE PRESIDENT
OR SENATOR
OR STATE REPRESENTATIVE
OR VICE PRESIDENT, BUT
YOU’RE AMERICANS
SECRETARY OF STATE,
SPEAKER OF THE HOUSE
SPEAKER OF THE SENATE
MAJORITY WHIP
MINORITY WHIP, BUT
YOU’RE AMERICANS
YOU MAY BE A MEMBER OF THE TUESDAY GROUP
OR A BLUE DOG DEMOCRAT
OR A PROGRESSIVE CAUCUS MEMBER
OR MEMBER OF SENATE CONSERVATIVE FUND
WHATEVER YOUR COLOR OR GROUP
YOU’RE AMERICANS
SO,
BE AMERICANS
BEFORE YOUR SPECIAL INTEREST GROUPS
BEFORE YOU SEND TROOPS TO OTHER COUNTRIES
BEFORE YOU MINT USELESS DOLLAR COINS
BEFORE YOU MAINTAIN UNEQUAL TAXING PROGRAMS
BEFORE YOU SUBSIDIZE AGRICULTURAL CONGLOMERATES
BEFORE YOU FINANCIALLY SUPPORT OIL EXPLORATION
BEFORE YOU ALLOW PHARMACUTICAL COMPANYS TO CHARGE AMERICANS MORE FOR DRUGS THAN NEIGHBORING COUNTRIES
BEFORE YOU EVER THINK OF ALLOWING OUR COUNTRY TO DEFAULT ON SALARY FOR OUR MILITARY
OR SOCIAL SECURITY RECIPITANTS
OR MEDICAL CARE FOR AMERICANS, REMEMBER
YOU’RE AMERICANS
YOU MAY BE MEMBERS OF THE 112TH CONGRESS
PUFFED WITH YOUR OWN IMPORTANCE
BENEFITING FROM VOTING YOUR OWN SALARY INCREASES
AND NOT PAYING INTO YOUR OWN RETIREMENT ACCOUNT
AND NOT PAYING FOR YOUR MEDICAL CARE
REPRESENTATIVE OF A SPECIAL INTEREST GROUP
DISLIKING ANYONE WHO DISAGREES WITH YOUR AGENDAS, REMEMBER
YOU’RE AMERICANS
REMEMBER THERE ARE 314 MILLION AMERICANS
AND YOU’RE JUST ONE
WORK FOR THE BEST FOR
ALL AMERICANS!
From An American
Categories:
conglomerates, political, may, drug,
Form:
Free verse
The paradox of this enigma
I am an enigma...
I am a paradox...
What am I?
Here's a clue...
I am used to put out fires...
but I burn too...
you can't see me but I exist...
you can't touch me but I'm real...
I am liquid, but I'm a gas too..
I am a river but you can't swim in me
I am H2O but...
you can't brush your teeth with me
what am I?
I am...
not a naturally occurring substance
I am... an anomaly
I am a man made
paradox that should
not exist but I do
I am...
water contaminated
with methane gas.
Methane gas sometimes
is released into the groundwater
contaminating it.
Now gas companies and
their conglomerates will tell you
that it is not true that
fracking the earth is
not causing the problem
and what is new?
polluters not taking responsibility
for their actions!
I know!
amazing right!
Meanwhile homeowners
cannot drink their
tap water and rivers are dying
all over the world.
All in the name of independence
to be self sufficient
in regards to fossil fuels.
Just one more evident
demonstration of how
poorly humans
are managing this planet.
Soon, very soon,
they will have to pay
not with money
but with their lives.
This is not a threat
just speaking truth.
See Revelation 11:18
where God says he
"will bring to ruin those ruining the earth"
what a glorious day that will be!
John Derek Hamilton
April 25,2016
Categories:
conglomerates, earth, pollution, riddle, truth,
Form:
Free verse
How can you tell when you've hit bottom and
it's time to abandon "ship"-does it stare you in the
falseface and wipe your browmemory clean cool of
fun classics, milling around in poor daylight
low of love compromise and mean mode
idiosyncrasies obliging for no one's
realsake but hanging by a nose thread to a
course coarse curve enlivened by a renal
renaissance mercury---wide base of support
newcomer setting in for the long haul given
p residence a timely sage too old for this
x@#$%* yet too youngf for climate of clipped
communication neverstrife, appealing to all yes-too
many no, too few---104 degrees FF brain on fire
dry ice income shedding short circuited
sillosynapse conglomerates crazy for
passion + lust intro infusion---two part flesh,
one part soul a pinch of carnal rich renderings.
Simmer ever slowly over a lucid lifetime at
harmony in law degrees--slowly stirring the
emotes frequently--too many nights of uncelebrated
reruns taunt the VHF cable return whereas I
we my you life by UHF dial dimensions
captured like a worn heel on a new shoe
somewhat skuffed and worn and innappropriate
for a white wedding day.Stand in the back--hope no
anyone looks down at the foot floor and sees
my toe reflection talking--indescent exposure while
teetering on a limbscape construct--folly
like fortunes unabashed qualities go unnoticed
through ingoblame and slug selfes-esteams
balancing on a creepy catwalk of roma and
comatose initiatives that flatline at midnight
in a morbid midnight corridor--venimous intent O2/CO2
fright fraught about what yesterdays will upbringing fixed.
Categories:
conglomerates, desire, how i feel,
Form:
Free verse
Writer's Block
barren saplings of thoughts
strain against conglomerates
praying for rain
©deborah burch
4.27.13
Categories:
conglomerates, writing,
Form:
Haiku
When my existence expires
Lay me in the Sky, amid Sunsets,
In the eye of a Storm,
Or the warmth kiss of the Sun,
For the ears to hear,
That i was wrapped in the softness of the Cloud,
To decay and be a progeny of them,
Join in the running of their daily activities,
Seeing lovely things and what New Jerusalem would look like,
And assist in completing the building.
But not in an oblong closed box,
Carefully lowered, within conglomerates of stones called graveyard,
Abandoned to decompose and be a progeny,
Just to expand the lineage of Dust,
Who only sits here to wait for that day,
When New Jerusalem will descend from Heaven,
As a bride adorned for her husband.
Categories:
conglomerates, bible, death, heaven, hope,
Form:
Dramatic Monologue
I always feel hungry
yet I dare not scoff
it may set a precedent.
(“My TV’s begging for Africa again!”)
Yet! I believe I am the fodder
everyone keeps feeding on my
infinite illusions.
The talkback show tells us,
“No one wants insecurity anymore.”
Yet the conglomerates give no guarantee
no “Job for life”
Only a life! For a job.
(Not forgetting the analytic “Bull”
upon application!)
Perhaps security is with the power
of the poppy or cocoa leaf?
So far I’ve been lucky
I’ve found my comfort zone
this side of life!
So! Do not weep for me
for I breathe the fragrance of innocence,
my mind will remain only
a fragment of intellect,
my world one of simplicity.
Yet I see mankind bemused,
multitudes, like corn in the meadow
swaying to a acrimonious breeze,
before being judged within a
clockwork frame, with hearts
that beat in caustic chests.
Frail bodies embraced with wretched minds
tolerance etched upon stark faces,
their promised land dangled upon
the filament of a dream,
while calculated scenarios
bombard their unswerving ambience!
© Harry J Horsman 1997
Categories:
conglomerates, work,
Form:
Free verse
The African countries lived well by themselves
Until the white man crossed, continental shelves
I can understand adventurers who decided to roam
But not the conglomerates who raped as they combed
The British in Sudan and the French colonies
Never helped Africa being brought to it's knees
This beautiful continent enjoying political appease
But it has a powder-keg fuse that can light with such ease
Angola, Uganda, and Rwanda hit the news
Civil Wars and Genocide once again man's abuse
The biggest sore it carries in this quite wonderful place
One word, slavery, white man's ultimate disgrace
It's not for me to say about a place I don't belong
It's just such a tragedy that it's seen so many wrongs
This continent called Africa, African through and through
Adeleke Adeite, be proud to be you
Categories:
conglomerates, black african american, history,
Form:
Couplet
Note: The following dialogue is between the voice of Mother Nature and the voice of man.
It is dedicated to the countless victims of the earthquake-induced tsunami in Samoa.
My Ring of Fire sets ready to erupt
For I, Mother Nature, have had enough
Of pollutants invading reservoirs
And oil-drilled coastlines, sands coated by tar
How thankful we are for this plentiful earth
Proceeds and profits boast our corporate worth
Our mistakes and errors in destructive ways
Mother Nature will repair in a matter of days
Sea creatures poisoned by hazardous waste
Trash left on beaches by people in haste
Sea oats destroyed as construction proceeds
Turtle hatchlings wandering toward man made beams
The land is aplenty with resources so fine
We can wash away the debris, reap when mined
Mercury, chemical and oils as well
Mother Nature will dilute as we continue to sell
Whales wash up and expire on ocean shores
Battleships litter the deepest sea floors
With thinning ozone, sea temperatures rise
Igniting rage in my volatile eyes
Another tanker runs aground of the Alaska coast
Insurance companies payout, our boards in toast
We can rely on our refineries and oil wells
For Mother Nature will replace and it will all be swell
Earthquakes, tsunamis are my weapons
Earth’s last days may be man’s time to reckon
We will reap the rewards as our conglomerates grow rich
Mother Nature will allow, our industrial snitch
Categories:
conglomerates, death, life, loss, natural
Form:
Rhyme
Don’t you see where you are
There was a time you wouldn’t tolerate
People thinking for themselves
You pass your judgments
And you made decisions to never last
You were the dominant voice
The ideology behind every mans choice
You believed in what you knew
And you knew no more than what you were told
We’ve come too far near for change
You were the leader
You were a generation of unopposed cheaters
You assassinated
You told stories of finer fabrication
You fought for patriotism, you fought for pride
Seldom did you put your integrity aside
You made no rights to be considered civil
You preyed on anyone who was thought to be liberal
You expressed your Marxist theories
You denied the working class it’s values
You sat me on the back of the bus
You told your children to fear me
We’ve come too far near for change
You formed conglomerates
And biased political party’s
In 63 you showed very little sympathy
Oh how you shook the wind from me
You told me I was only a third of a person
You scolded that my days would worsen
You defined anti-Semitism in less than four years
And before this, you path a trail of tears
Walk with me this way
You know things will not be okay
God bless a cease fire
For a present day Vietnam provokes war this day
We’ve come too far near for change
So mothers and children
Fathers and pilgrims
Settle the sky’s
For there are no frontiers left to pry
The rivers in which you wade
Have been drained too tire
From a followers coming of age
Script your life, live your days
Press your quill to this page
Is this what you ask for
A patent at your door
No more Marconi’s
No more hero’s or displeasures
Only a world lost and lonely
Are we too far near for change
Categories:
conglomerates, history, life, music, peace,
Form:
Free verse
Don’t blink
Don’t dare
Dare to love
Dare to hate
Hate the weak
Hate the strong
Strong hold
Strong arm of the Law
Law of gravity
Law of time
Time to change
Time to hear
Hear the pain
Hear the cries
Cries of man
Cries of children
Children skipping
Children fishing
Fishing for faith
Fishing for hope
Hope runs dry
Hope is why we feed
Feed to energize
Feed to revive
Revive this state
Revive this broken world
World of hatred
World of garbage
Garbage day is coming
Garbage will be collected
Collected in masses
Collected by heartless hands
Hands of evil
Hands of the corrupted
Corrupted conglomerates
Corrupted by money
Money holds the key
Money is power
Power of the mind
Power of the state
State your business
State your opinions
Opinions no longer matter
Opinions are yesterday’s news
News of famish
News of death
Death of all lies
Death is our future
Future….
Lies….
Categories:
conglomerates, angst, life, people, sad
Form: