Best Consensus Poems
Fieldwork is stellar, sexy, or strenuous and sad
Talking values, prolonging childhood
Is not for the faint hearted among S. Africa's "Coloured"
My "township" boasts about acting backward
Using walls for urination, or there on streets
Many walk all day long with beer in hand (never discreet)
We reward bad for good; kindness is meekness minus Jesus (equals: simple weakness)
Abusing drugs, kids, partners - "street privacy"?
Is the only "rule" respected by all and sundry
II
Shall I report these abuses, "shebeens" next door?
But the policing is poor, revenge usual & more
Or should I show the other cheek, God's love
Shall I continue peacemaking, or reward shove with shove?
Since Middle School I struggled with moochers, "the lazy"
To accept them, help, yet teach a better way
Humans seek peace, routines, "order" in some way
But competition fir resources, conflict
May be the real order of the day
Hence wars are welcome for profits, bottom lines!
My question: Love or lecture "them" is as old as Time
In my "coloured township," there is no "time" for both
I'm more pessimistic about human nature now, sad truth!
Face like a smacked bum, is profile challenge no 1
Bland of form, tunnel like mind waddling gait, naff behind
Hidden like cancer in worlds health, there is a very malignant self
schwabing decks with filthy mop, disturbing life and this must stop, stop' this gutteral talking being devoid of any love
Or genuine feelings!
" Senses Consensus ... "
Five Fingers and Five Toes
Two Eyes and One Nose
Two Ears and One Mouth
Senses - Figure Life Out
One Backbone, One Brain
Lots of Nerve and Veins
Guts and Glory, Fraction-Rib-Cage
Sum: Muscle and Skeletal-Frame
Take An Embryo-Egg
Carry Two Lungs, Two Arms, 2 Legs
Math of: Mind Over Matter and Heart
Add Up: Other Body Parts ...
Together - Total Amount
Don't Divide - Whole-Soul & Skin Count
Subtract: The Waste & Anatomy Doubt
Spirit Equals: What Ledger's About
Five Fingers and Five Toes
Two Eyes and One Nose
Two Ears and One Mouth
... Should Figure Life Out
Written & Copyrighted ©: 1/8/2014
by: MoonBee Canady
( and this is how i became a pro)
(taking notes on the following genius is permissible, but is it permissible to cry?)
NOW HUSH AND MAYBE YOU WILL ALL LEARN SOMETHING FROM A METHODICAL
MASTER OF POEMS THAT DON’T MAKE YOU PUKE
IN VENTURED SERVITUDE
Faster and faster
it became my master
Quicker and quicker
I became sicker
I blazed a trail to the dark side of tomorrow
Then laid a highway to a city they call “sorrow”
More and more
I needed to score
And too oft the pickings were far too slim
So if she had to re-up I’d cop from him
Longer and longer
it grew stronger
As did the profanities my heart was screaming
While I described what the devil was deeming
The street became my siblings, both brother and sister
And yes, I tried to ignore the boil and blister
Boils because I’m the latter day Job
And never bowed to His eminence, alter or robe
Speedier and speedier it became greedier
To often, too often
Too often too many friend’s final home Is an early coffin
© 2011.…..Phreepoetree
No I am not alone
I have 3 good friends with me
1 good friend is me
The other very good friend also is me
And the third
Is a great friend
And as well is me
Physiological me
Is my friend
As it keeps me
Relevant to me
Spriritaul me
Is my friend
And it keeps me
irrelevant to me
To concentrat atthe mission not me
And the third
The great friend
Is my conscious of me
The concern of 2 in me
To consent me
In fully
Our Consensus
The moment when the cacophony of voices,
at the railway restaurant,
became one, no longer
dusty gibberish mixed with cigarette smoke,
but a real, clear human accent making an utterance;
alas, the voice spoke of mortgages,
the price of heating homes, electricity and food;
the only true
the issue in our civilised world.
So should one be shocked,
isn’t that what we have worked towards too?
A life that is mundane that doesn’t tax you
with any political philosophy,
any ism of this and
that only leaves you to worry
about the ordinary things like
the ice cream parlour in Vilamoura that sells 21 flavours of ice cream,
now isn’t that nice to know and giggle about?
Consensus
Democracy, a hollow word makes me laugh darkly.
Is the USA a democracy? You can vote every 4 years
Among two parties who spring from the same narrow
The base of the elite and is therefore not Democratic,
but gives the illusion like the democratic republic
Of Kongo, to be one and go to war against those who
Has another opinion, say, freedom from tyranny
And interference of foreign countries.
Freed om is more important than democracy which
Is a hiding place for thieves and land grabbers.
Israel, knee-deep in Palestinian blood, is a democracy
That brutalize their own people into thinking they have
The right to defend themselves, thus behave with
Callous insouciance towards the opinion of others.
Consensus of Suspenses
What we really could need is a concensus,
After agreeing with each of the suspenses;
Looked around,
And had found;
Successfully arrived at same consequences.
Jim Horn
Consensus reality is like a desert mirage,
An aurora of shadows and lights where dreams become tangible,
Each desire intertwined with the invisible threads of common belief,
Our world, a palace of illusions, built on ephemeral foundations.
It’s like a spider’s web woven from moonbeams and silver threads,
Each step on the stage of life, a dance of eternal phantasms,
Reality, a paper note without essence,
But in which everyone believes, and this belief gives it ephemeral brilliance.
Like birds lost in the dream of a star-streaked night,
We struggle between what is and what seems to be,
Each thought, a shining pearl in an ocean of illusions,
We paint on the sky of our hearts falling paper constellations.
In this dance of shadows and light, we feed on collective dreams,
A paper reality that comes to life through united desires,
We weave words, signs, and symbols, building the ephemeral citadel,
A world of mist that disappears at the touch of hidden truth.
But in this sweet melancholy, we discover hidden beauty,
In the game of appearances, in the illusory theater of our lives and dreams,
Each role played, a cadence of an eternal waltz,
A secret poem where reality reveals its enigmatic and fragile face.
Consensus reality is the reverie that unites us in the cosmic dance,
Each heartbeat, an echo of common fables,
And in this play of light and shadow, we breathe pure magic,
A fairy tale of stardust wherein our beliefs take shape and life itself.
Therefore, let us keep the dream alive under the enchanted moonlight,
While our paper birds fly free through eternity,
Our reality, a delicate poem woven from threads of gold and silver,
A melancholic magic that breathes through the infinite faith of our hearts.
Only talking to each other,
academics expound
And sing to the choir
—no truth to be found
(Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2020)
the world is bleeding
fighting never-ending wars
that began and raged
with beliefs and politics ~
peace never, in consensus
Let's just agree - 'to beg to differ'