Best Demos Poems
Going on down to the demos today
the last farmer has been put away.
They shot him down
just outside of town.
Police found him in his own cornfield,
where he resisted and refused to yield.
Since his were crimes against the state,
then death obviously was to be his fate.
Going on down to the demos today
the last farmer has been put away.
He refused to buy corn from the corporation,
produced his own seeds for his liberation.
He refused to buy genetic sprays
to eliminate the bugs and the butterflys.
By his wanton self pollination
he threatened the food supply of our nation.
We're going on down to the demos today
to give thanks to those who put terrorists away.
Categories:
demos, allegory, funny, on work
Form:
Rhyme
Oligarchy - From the Greek, olígos, meaning few,
hence, those guys over there, with their
hands in their garments; They say they'll
tell everyone what needs to be done.
Monarchy - Mon, variant of man, man being the
singular form, i.e. all for that guy.
Hierarchy - From the Germanic heir, meaning "here"
the ranking of relative importance, hence,
where to stand in line to get a turn.
Democracy - From the Greek demos meaning many, and
cracy, a variant of crazy, thus, many
crazy people rule, or in biblical terms, babble.
Ethnarchy - Meaning race, therefore, all those
people, that all look and act and behave
the same, tell the rest that they know best.
Anarchy - An, a variant of and, hence, another archy.
Malarkey - Those things that are to be put up
with from all the other archys (and ocracies).
© Goode Guy 2013-06-30
Categories:
demos, introspection, people, society, world,
Form:
List
El escritor construyo su casa
en una colina con vista a la bahia’
en un pagina en blanco.
El author sella la puerta con suenos
y promesas rotas y colgo’ la cabeza
Entre las manos.
Su tristeza era pesada levantar.
Cinco dedos, uno manos
Diez’ dedos, dos manos.
Un dedos para susurrar
Dos demos para hacer un beso
Cuatro dedos firman por la paz
Ocho dedos tipo un carte de amor
Diez dedos sostien en dos manos.
?Porque usar Los dedos para cerrar el corazon?
Usa tu manos para abrir to corazon abierto!
Diez dedos, dos manos,
El cinco de manos.
Categories:
demos, courage, encouraging, heartbreak, humanity,
Form:
Free verse
A Golden Calf came through our old town for people to worship whether deft or daft.
If anyone impedes this Olympian flame in disporting procession coming from this flawed
home (like all ours) of demos kratos - Greece will save itself if it be true to 'people
power' that now has a spring in its not always athletic step, gamy leg they will be
game, a terrorist to to types of boot, receiving their (in) just desserts if they spoil (be
fair) many people's pleasure. It will be an arresting scene for we vin ordinaire to drink
in the sights of champagne wasting sporty types, Olympic worthies, 'celebrities',
politicos like bouncy Boris in his and their special Soviet fast lanes that no war or civil
hero just 'sporting' ones will ride in this four times over budget shindig that we
taxpayers of the world, mainly this faire isle will gladly pay for them to play knowing
that they shaft us every day yet cannot they take our souls from us whether we are
believers or no - each our very selves will truly show.
Categories:
demos, sports,
Form:
Free verse
Frio En El Alma
Siento frio en el alma - puez helado esta mi corazon.
por un mal entendido que me ha causado un gran
dolor.
Mi corazon esta herido, y mis ojos lloran de tristeza,
y de dolor. Que fue lo que hice que no lo puedo
entender?
Dios mio que estas en el cielo - ayudame por favor.
quita este frio de mi alma y da calor a mi corazon.
Este frio que siento - no lo puedo evitar. Dale paz a
mi alma y derite el hello do mi corazon. ven pronto
ayudarme y dejame sentir tu amor.
El frio que siente uno en el cuerpo, se puede sobre pasar,
pero el frio que se siente en el alma - ese si que nos destroza
y hasta nos hace llorar.
Es verdad que esta escrito - quien este libre de pecado - que
tire la primera piedra. Eres tu quien tiene frio en el alma,o
soy yo?
Probable mente seas tu - probable mente sea yo. Demos un paso
asi a delante a la paz. quieres que empiese yo,o quieres empesar
tu?
Lo importante es que empesemos por amor a Dios y se acabe
este frio en el alma que hay entre nosotros dos...
06/20/2013
Written by Lucilla M. Carrillo
Categories:
demos, feelings,
Form:
Free verse
Deep in the shrine, sins
Deep in the courtroom, injustice
Deep in the costume, exposure
Deep in the constitution, lawlessness
Inside the adulthood, puberty
Deep in motherhood, breastlessness
In the paternity, womankind
In the smiles, sorrowfulness
Inside the forces, idleness
On the holiness, sacrilege
For the oaths, hypocrisy
In those appeals, bendlaws
In the beddings, no siesta
Deep in the dreams, nightmares
And in love, hatemongers
In friendship, betrayals
Deep in charity, parity
Inside volunteers, opportunities
In the nations, stations,
In the stations, nepoties
In a professor, knowlessness
In the schools, copiers
For the democracy, demos
Inside the hopes, pessimism
Categories:
demos, betrayal, evil, humanity, sad,
Form:
Parallelismus Membrorum
Ex-poet Marcel Broodhaers
as an untrained artist earned his spurs
Art definied theories his particular thing
in practical demos & installation bling
Categories:
demos, art, people,
Form:
Clerihew
WORLD OF WAR - VIETNAM
Again and again I see it, I hear it -
The shudder shudder of the blades
Beating the hot sweaty air,
Swooping low overhead.
The shrill shriek as the engines
Are pierced by sprays of AK bullets.
The endless morass of elephant grass
And swamps with no way out.
Always three little guys just coming from nowhere,
Just coming in tunnels and disappearing;
Never a regiment dug in with concrete -
Elusive is what the commander calls it.
And the bags with tags going home
Containing ‘some’ of our friends -
Maybe an arm or a foot found afterwards
When the mines were all cleared.
And a wife who writes about her decision
To divorce: gut-wrenching morale booster.
The demos on our tvs every night -
Who wants this fight is not very clear -
And my brother on a destroyer in Tonkin
By mistake shot down a US plane;
And our mum asks him about socks and food;
And is afraid when the mailman calls.
When we come back to empty airports
And empty hearts and see the neglect,
The lack of sympathy and respect :
Again and again I see it, I hear it
In nightmares which never leave me -
A swamp with no way out.
…………………………………………………..
Written by Sydney Peck
for Miranda Lambert’s Contest: WORLD OF WAR: VIETNAM
Categories:
demos, war
Form:
Free verse
Old Father Time offered for sale
Used scythes Death designed to impale
The demos were free
But if you ask me
Those buyers looked woefully pale!
Categories:
demos, death, funny, time,
Form:
Limerick
Ancient sages said,
In their words;
There will be time,
Of bonsai world;
One eyed rulers,
Will always wish,
Their people blind;
Give less space;
Let grow in tiny pots;
Chop the extra growth,
Of awareness roots;
Feed less wisdom,
Than the needs;
Weak demos displays,
The strength of the reign;
Teach only to worship,
Extol the ruler's role;
So the bonsai world,
Has effortless rule;
© sadashivan nair
Categories:
demos, discrimination, poems, poetry, political,
Form:
Prose Poetry
Let us go, hahaa!
Let us resist, hahaa!
Let them go, hahaa!
They must quilt, hahaa!
In the streets of Kisumu, uuwii!
In the corridors of the Capital,uuwii!
In Bungoma and Kisii, Uuwii!
Mombasa in the city, uuwii!
Categories:
demos, abuse, africa, color,
Form:
Political Verse
He said “I’ll song-write till I die.”
They said “You’ll wise up in time.”
But as the decades drifted by
His mind was filled with rhyme.
He kept his demos by the bed,
Back to 1972,
And the s--t the publishers said,
He’d underline in blue.
Willie Nelson’s picture on the wall.
He went half crazy now and then;
And his best friend, Alcohol,
It helped him guide his pen.
I went to see him just today.
First time I’d seen him in years;
He’d finally passed away
From fifteen thousand beers.
He stopped songwriting today.
They placed him on the funeral pyre.
And they threw his demos in,
And the flames grew higher and higher.
The publishers came by to see him one last time,
Just the way I knew they would,
They clapped their hands and clicked their heels—
This time they’re through with him for good…
Categories:
demos, song-lyrictime,
Form:
Lyric
Democrats like Damocles Sword's imminent jeopardized positions of power hail her rise,
Decades of teamsters support, NO, Harris-Demos few endorsed her in the public's eyes,
Democrats today are like the Dixiecrats of Dewey's days are playing old-school, sex-race cards,
Repubs set in their ways, and Demos are bendable like what's his face got her on second base, charades.
He needed to win, expendable, same cards played, sex-(win over for the women voters) it is a given for the race.
D for Demos who are Distancing from Drunkards--her hidden card takes centerstage--loses face.
First line expounded of my original Pie-in-the-sky, and
the rest was a shot in the dark, played with dance cards.
*She can seek help if she don't slur her words on camera that she is,
being tailed., f0x learned from Di' lawsuit--pass the buck.
Repubs are no angels in this with Trumy-Dumpy on a ticket and not a wall, the third possible gallops in time with withdrawals TBA.
Categories:
demos, analogy,
Form:
Rhyme
Loose cannon fires a sure salvo;
Aim for quick wit to spring wild jest;
Urge can fashion as pun demos;
Grip humour's fit in silly fest;
Hurl a new joy with banter mild;
Throw a joke there with metaphor;
Embrace fond ploy to roar most wild;
Reach a somewhere beyond before.
Hide your sad gloom in laughter's sway;
Emote and purge your tension fast;
Restore your room with happy stay;
Enjoy pure surge of wit that lasts;
Invite good cheer to settle here;
Numb your old fears as humour steers.
Leon Enriquez
24 June 2014
Singapore
Categories:
demos, art,
Form:
Sonnet
Spiritual Listings
By Mark D. Stucky
HGTV loves flipping homes
for fun and improved listings.
Houses, although important shelters,
are impermanent human structures.
Human spirits, in contrast,
are eternal…but need restoration.
Inspections show we have
cracks in our foundations,
seeping leaks in our minds,
hardened holes in our hearts,
and jagged scars in our souls.
But after difficult demos,
substantial repairs,
and urgent upgrades,
our listings will be priceless.
(First published as “Listings” in Agape Review, 28 April 2022. See also my poems “Broken Beauty,” “Hate Vacuuming,” and “Dumpster-Diving Deity.”)
(Image by Mick Haupt on Unsplash.com.)
Categories:
demos, corruption, god, humorous, recovery
Form:
Free verse