Best Decency Poems
In the dreary tune of a city's groan,
when streets escape the raging claws
of haggard breaths, a line of stars blink
trading some warmth with human arms...
beyond sighing notes the dusk possesses,
there are more wrists handcuffed on tainted
steel of unjust labor for children and women
who toil beyond midnight hours.
A single violin strain bites the screeches
of grief and pain, of humanity rendered
in ruins wrapped in tattered gauze: outlines
of freezing shapes coiling in fetal postures,
and they swallow a victim's blood, wondering,
if the god of freedom star can restore
power of life where mangled lungs
cry in despise.
Yet, the candle burns inside their hearts
to feed dire hunger of jailed souls
as the will to plod an inner odyssey blazes,
searching for some need to give this slavery
a voice: that birthright of choice
ordained by one divine, universal law...
the kind that fires the oneness of all mornings.
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Cyndi MacMillan's I Can't Breathe... Contest
by nette onclaud
~ Currently, the Human Rights of many women
and children are violated in Asia.
There are women who are victims of sexual exploitation
under military dictatorship, and children who become
involved in human trafficking and are forced to work.
~http://hrn.or.jp/eng/g-activity/activista/
Common Sense is uncommon, I'm told
while Plain, Old-Fashioned Decency
is neither plain nor old
Pride......and joy?
Pride is thinking that you know too much
Thinking that the love you have is even half enough
It's clinging to honesty as if heard earnestly spoken
Or getting hurt and saying bones and will aren't broken
It's setting aside the friendships that build us up
And giving respect to a thought or reason conveyed with guff
It's separating yourself from the mold yet fitting right in
It's kinda funny though the loser always thinks He wins
Self improvement can only come from understanding another
And standing outside oneself and be true to another
Truthfully I really hate the fact that I'm this flawed
And I wish I could change it all without fear and please our God
But apparently I'm just an instrument of destruction
And my only words at the end of this s h I t will be nothing.....
Composed on the morning of June 6th 2021 By Ryan Feller
R is for the repeated distortions of facts,
A for press articles written with hacks,
M for the emphasis placed on survival,
P for the piss taken out of your rival.
A for analogies that never convince,
N for false narratives making us wince,
T for traditional values cast-off
That cause umpteen scholars and clergy to scoff.
L is for lovers whom I dream of all night,
E for electric bills high as a kite,
T for temptations I can’t keep at bay,
H for Matt Hancock - please God stay away!
A is for the **** he fondled intensely,
R for resigning - we respect that immensely,
G is for the government of which he was part, and
Y for the yes-men aboard that rotting cart.
In decency you trust?
Indecency's lust ~
Indecent, some busts
The decency.
With relation to the horizon I am a walking vertical.
I justify it by standing in a line of the same lines
near a coffee boot.
I will certainly be punished for behaving differently
from the ideal of straightness.
I pretend not to understand that
'there' coffee is not sold.
Closeness.
I am a cathetus that exists
in relation to location and time.
I justify myself by
the fact that it is the 21st century now,
and the ideal of a straght line is standing in a line for coffee.
The presence.
I don't imagine myself out of the lexeme 'to be'.
'not being' is not an antonym to it.
I finally don't get to decide about my accidental neighborhood.
I justify it only by the fact that
I am just a shadow of the substance
conditioned by false random light.
(c) Ana Nomaren
Translated into English by Maryna Tchianova . Written by Ana Nomaren (a poet) in Kyiv, Ukraine
Copyright © Maryna Tchianova | Year Posted 2018
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The decency.
With relation to the horizon I am a walking vertical.
I justify it by standing in a line of the same lines
near a coffee boot.
I will certainly be punished for behaving differently
from the ideal of straightness.
I pretend not to understand that
'there' coffee is not sold.
Closeness.
I am a cathetus that exists
in relation to location and time.
I justify myself by
the fact that it is the 21st century now,
and the ideal of a straght line is standing in a line for coffee.
The presence.
I don't imagine myself out of the lexeme 'to be'.
'not being' is not an antonym to it.
I finally don't get to decide about my accidental neighborhood.
I justify it only by the fact that
I am just a shadow of the substance
conditioned by false random light.
(?) Ana Nomaren
Translated into English by Maryna Tchianova . Written by Ana Nomaren (a poet) in Kyiv, Ukraine
Here I am at the crossroads
Staring blankly at the inky dark sky
Beaten to a pulp and helpless
By forces of darkness
Here I am lying in the pool of my emotions
Clutching at every straw
To maintain sanity and stability
Here I am a victim of a system
That dehumanises her own
Here I am cloned from a contraption
Built on the foundation of impunity
Feeding her children with frustration
Here I am a victim of a country
That glamourises wrong values
And deliberately relishes
Living a lie of romantic proportion
Here I am fearful of a tomorrow
Bleak and hopeless for my children
Victims of a country gradually
Disappearing from global map of decency
Comment On Decency And Morality
This ole earth sets its unholy record
as sin is so often celebrated
The bad walk with chins and chest puffed out
streets danger from the inebriated.
Robert J. Lindley, Feb 2nd 1971
Quatrain
Note; My friend Jimmy, died this last weekend due to his driving drunk.
A completely needless act.
Give me arrowhead decency
A supreme meaning to see
Beyond embattlements and car parts
After hustle bustle relapse
To witness standing strong
Cause I'm strung out, overloaded, debugged
Drifting midnight's icy whisper dangled
From crocodile boots and machete clearing
Out in the open hoping
Rope will wrastle my animal farm
Yet Orwell's nightmare occupies,
Blackens my ink pen rebuttal
Finally emerge to sea urchins churning
The real organism emersed in daylight
My mind faded a dime revoling escalator evolved
Through tyrannical times
The lustre of passing though after paying dues
Where now we meet and greet
The street looking juicy and sweet
Living a 3D technology
in our visual world of reality
where one is so much less without the other
Two realities side by side
in it’s depths we came alive
seeing through each lens of a different color
Now it seems we’ve fallen flat
stabbed dimension in the back
as traders for a pair of a different view
Now a pair means both the same
distorting reality through it’s frame
so, either we see red, or we see blue
Balance left our field of dreams
with only one eye open, it seems
where half the people we all know and love
would turn their backs in angry pride
on those who see the other side
now enemies upon their choice there of
In a world where everyone knows it all
waiting and baiting the other side’s fall
based on all they think is true and right
Our two realities side by side
fueled by lies and poisonous pride
stay colorblind, corrupting everyone’s sight
The color of red and the color of blue
are likely the ones used defining you
but what if you’re not what they think they see?
How can you ever change the mind
of those whom choose to be colorblind
and live confined from the vision of liberty ?
I pray someday within this maze
the sun will rise through a purple haze
to cast a royal light upon the face
of seekers of bridges where canyons divide
apart from the crags of the rocks where we hide
to build a world upon amazing grace
We find Liberty has left us as we left our guard,
allowing hate and dishonesty to prosper unbarred.
We tempted fate, then saw cruelty's depth
as we watched a man die while pleading for breath.
Strong words either left or came at us fast,
as we longed for the future still mired in the past.
We came together walking as one.
Our voices shouted, "We want decency done!"
The ineptness exposed under masks made of salt
showed dishonesty's purpose was magnifying our faults.
Justice then failed, losing in some bitter game;
while lies masqueraded as Truth's proper name.
When fantasy engulfs Truth is always at stake.
Decisions must not wait for sages to make.
Hate is a virus seeking places to hide.
Democracy languishes while we try to decide:
do we run from this madness or stand here and speak?
Can we withstand pelting taunts hurled by the weak?
Can we uphold the dream our forefathers declared?
Can we look in dark places where no one has dared?
When we conquer, not others, but mediocrity,
commitment's reward will be pure honesty.
When fresh ideas flourish, encompassing all,
we will watch demigods' promises crumble and fall.
Then Liberty will smile, holding her beacon high.
We'll shout, "Democracy lives, we've imprisoned the lie!"
But Truth can be quashed unless steadiness prevails,
it demands diligence. We must not, this time, fail.
Respect for women
Is culture of good decency
Which rooted in home.
If we could teach the world, one thing
it should not be, the price of string
the microwave and why it pings
the endless list, of English kings
the dynasty, of Chinese Ming
the mystery, of golden rings
the history, of Western Swing
No
absolutely none of these things
with all the distraction they would bring
if we could teach the world one thing
we need everybody to stop
we need everyone to listen and look
to hear the little bird that sings
and watch it flap its tiny wings
If we could teach the world one thing
we'll show those people how to dream
above the crazy sounds and scenes
to find all the hope and all the joy
that our imagination just might bring
If we could teach the world one thing
maybe somehow we could learn
the power of ideas, the power of ideals
with courage, decency, justice and truth
from all of those who walked before
Dorchester Labourers, Doctor King
women who did amazing things
in science, politics, literature and more
if we could teach the world one thing.
I’m sorry but I can’t pretend or meditate it away
Watching Americans becoming predators after human prey
I think of all the police now at home bruised and broken
Who fought for so many lives without the respect of so many unspoken
Then at the dog park, two women demanded people take off their masks
When people refused they opened the fence and they did not ask
Then all the dogs went running from the park during all this strife
And a woman pricked someone who wore a mask with a knife
So people ran to gather their beloved dogs and went running for their liife
Something is very wrong now in our towns in our streets
We must fight for democracy and decency we must not give up in defeat.