Best Disparities Poems
‘Anger is one letter short of danger.’
Excess of it, our life can endanger.
Anger when grown into aggression and violence,
Works in vicious ways and is a great malaise
It fosters hatred and ruptures many hearts,
Angry words can wound and pierce like darts.
But Anger becomes a sublime emotion,
If we know how to handle it without explosion.
It becomes sometimes so constructive,
Quashing the fallacy that anger at all costs is disruptive.
Many a time it has proved so positive.
And sometimes it turns very productive.
When anger is turned against situations
And not against people aiming at their degradation.
It enables us to rectify the discrepancies,
Through our resentment to change the disparities.
It fuels us with the energy to voice against injustice.
Bringing solutions to the voiceless in their crisis.
But never let anger consume your heart and soul.
It sure will take a mighty toll.
When anger bubbles and boils, catch the cue.
Wait a minute before the fire devours you.
As humans, we are likely to lose our temper.
But remember, to it, never surrender!
Holding a long-standing. grudge,
Is like having an unerasable smudge.
It will always leave a stain,
And lead us to irrepressible pain.
However, it is not advisable to suppress anger,
It can lead to irreparable danger.
But remember, when emotions of hatred are let loose,
There is hardly any chance for a truce.
A person under violent rage
Is like a prisoner in a cage.
Anger, more often is a negative emotion.
Landing us in violent commotion.
Anger against people steals all our energy,
But when it aims at solutions, it enhances synergy.
When angry, forgetting all decorum, one may shout.
Don’t let your resentment thoughtlessly blurt out.
Never let the tongue make a tempestuous tirade.
Tackle this tiny tab of tissue and tame its blade!
Seeking Redemption Beyond The Horizon
While my mind ventures to unravel the origins of human enmities
Craves to stumble upon a most sagacious and diplomatic solution,
We journey on even when decency is absent without good reason.
Vestiges of a dream imbedded in pages shred to miniscule pieces.
Where did the promises that we had sworn to and to abide by go?
Were eyes blinded by a debris of perverted lies creating paranoia?
Transgressions orchestrated for their politically motivated agenda,
Enact crimes against humanity inflating an already distended ego.
There is no end in sight only the sanctimonious blather of the vile
Or those egregious behavior of autocrats and anarchists seditious.
We must beg the Spirit of Justice to lead and champion our cause,
Liberating hearts from dank dungeons where love remain in exile.
Time is of the essence to end disparities for polarity still envelops,
Like the devil's claw suppressing every gasp of humanity's breath.
The indistinct laughter, a dire warning, heralds an ominous threat,
No escape route or fence to climb, just a row of hangman's ropes.
Optimism's visions blindfolded, subjugated by menacing shadows,
Yet slivers of ethereal light penetrates impregnable walls of doom.
Opportunity transcends hardship driving back the insidious gloom,
It is within our grasp to ignite joy and douse the flame of sorrows!
Penned: 02/10/2023
2:41 p.m.
Las Vegas
Nevada
" Imagine a place where there is beauty, bliss and plentifulness for all. It is nothing short of utopia. Though we are far from realizing it, isn't it thrilling to imagine a version of the world different from the existing one where all disparities will be leveled and happiness and freedom are made the birthright of all? Now such a world is enshrouded in mist. But who can say it won't emerge suddenly from the blue in some distant future"- By Poet
Though, utopia is merely an illusion,
Or a chimera born in the womb of our whims,
I shall take you to a near-utopian land,
Where, peace and beauty blossom like the cherry in spring
And trees grow like the cedars of Lebanon.
Come on, my Love! Let us move to that land,
Where the sun resurrects anew,
Where darkness gives way to light,
And life renews itself every morning.
It is our dreamland paradise or interim utopia.
Let us go into that Garden of Delight.
Look to the East, my love, beyond those crooked hills,
Where poplars grow tall in line
And a gentle breeze susurrates through the foliage of leaves
And wild weeds hem the edges of pathways,
Where bunnies and squirrels hop and jump
And run around whistling bamboo reeds,
Where the laughing cataract leaps down from the rocks
And flow along in silvery rills
Where the languorous breeze plays upon the leaves.
This place has all the beauty and bliss of utopia.
Away from the tumult, far from the bustling crowd
With the pandemonium of the world hushed to serene silence
Let us walk together to that sequestered glade,
Where we shall sit by the side of a rustling stream
And dance across the flowery meadows.
In this place of perennial greenery and sunlit groves
We shall walk hands locked and hearts singing as one,
Till the bright day gives way to a dusky night,
Inhaling night air in scented perfume.
Under the stillness of a star-spangled sky, we shall roam,
Through moon-blanched woods, enigmatic and mysterious
Listening to the sweet whisperings of our soul
And ‘drinking life to the lees’ from the chalice of love
Oh! Come on, let us not tarry….
Let’s move fast to that Utopia!
The most abominable aspect of war is its necessity.
To where are you marching, soldier,
Is it to some dreadful foreign war?
Why must you leave your home again,
As you’ve done so many times before?
Where this morn does the turbulence crest
That sends you marching into the night?
Who this day shall become your enemy
That tomorrow you must fight?
Soldier, why is the world in conflict,
How does your integrity stand?
Is the world so tarnished by its disparities
That war is of demand?
Why do you sacrifice your hopes and dreams?
Why for others must you bleed?
Why do you cast your lot into the wind
For that which others need?
O’ to where are you marching, soldier,
With your youthful pace?
Why do you transcend the words of God
To maintain his touch of grace?
O’ where does your legion take you?
Upon whom will your convictions tread?
Why does the world keep with death and ruin
For any peace that lies ahead?
O’ what will become of tomorrow, soldier,
Will it become no more than today?
Will tomorrow bring once more the dusky hues
That takes you faraway?
O’ to where are you marching, soldier,
Is it truly to a needful war,
Or are you just marching to the inveterate dirge
That has been heard so many times before?
The Paint Mover - Art-Poetry
The poet paints deep thoughts with words
the artist duplicates with paint;
sometimes described as 'sister arts',
disparities are only faint.
So passionate my need to draw
before my art with words began;
emotions caught with crayons first
and then with flowing paint, they ran.
Great images I longed to seize
to capture nature with a brush,
and with my colors blending life...
within my soul, I felt the rush.
Like meter, rhyme, a paintbrush moves
to balance rhythms of a scene
portrays deep beauty for the eyes...
'art-poetry'...not read, but seen.
November 12, 2016
Contest: Creativity In Visual Arts
Sponsor: Line Gauthier
The street was rolling,
with dumps of dumping,
lying,
here and there,
there and here,
I was going somewhere,
when I cited the above
and the below affair,
I saw people with masks,
but no-one really was
concerned about the equation,
which is in a mode of acceleration.
People were living in dirt and dust,
as if all their desires are flushed,
My destination resembled
& my mind got crumbled,
because,
It isn't just my nose who knows,
senses are just senses,
and they functions
without any disparities.'
I am exhausted from this dance with misery.
I feel faint at the intenseness of my tribulations.
My sudden spirit lingers in the shadows of despair.
I no longer want to whirl around in the turbulent winds of iniquity.
I wish to be free of black vipers snapping at my heels.
Release me O'Lord from this burdensome fever of condemnation.
I wish to alienate myself from corrupt disparities in this vast darkness and bathe in the sun.
The thirst of my soul desires a quenching sip of thou divine grace.
Let me dine on peace and spiritual prosperity.
Give me the strength to shed this evil raiment.
Let me rest my weary soul on the road to redemption.
copyright 2016 Labyrinth of Life
In all facets, its scent blows like the man's coil,
Stop, you are weak!
Now these words make you freak.
From afar, more you walk, here you dwell.
Ravenous? Then swallow grumble and toil.
Top; above your imagination, so many are sick,
Despite this, beginning starts; end to seek?
None to lie, the sores as well.
This panting seems a marathon, what an adventure!
Imagine finishing it not knowing,
The cargoes still goes, none will venture,
Just a slopy, seems a hill unmoving,
To heads, all have gleefully mature,
Many are disparities that left filling.
Things confuse me easily these days
it might be age or some kind of rare
oncoming dementia preparing me for
a difficult but joyous passage of elder
time fulfilling my wildest dreams or perhaps
a period of prolonged revelation of prophecies
and keys that I alone will possess and heads
of State and ministers and elegant dignitaries
will stand in line to have an audience with me
just to have the good
fortune of hearing a
few pearls of wisdom
that will completely change
their perceptions and ways of thinking about
governing irritated populations that will make
them realize that harmony amongst all the peoples
of the world is a great and simple thing a kind of Babel in reverse and that the hunger for power for conquest and for control is a long and twisted journey over too many broken bodies of thought too many centuries down dark and lonely roads
with no demarcations or clues
no sacrificial boundaries and a
wasted expense of Capital on tanks and rockets and plutonium and the building up of armies instead of cultivating an educated and healthy populace capable of enjoying their lives and nature without destroying it and each other
and that pointing fingers
and screaming and filling valleys and neighborhoods with rivers of blood and lifeless bodies old and young is much less profitable and will prove over the long haul that the myriad unknowns and commonalities and fears we all share are far less destructive than the surface disparities that somehow always manage to turn into declarations of aggression and oppression and the bankrupting of moralities and policies and families…
or maybe it has to do with my
not getting enough sleep last night
or something to do with changes in my
eating habits or the climate or a reaction
to the round-the-clock radio waves
that surround us all
Some feel that Bible verse conclusively
Describes all life explained through liturgy.
Some feel that evolution holds the key
With science leading forth explicitly.
Positions juxtaposed perceptibly:
A purist view of Life's conformaties -
A prescient view of Life's complexities -
Could one more view assuage disparities?
What do papyrus texts in fact convey?
And, what does nature's yield expressly say?
Somewhere between these two compelling sides
The letter and the spirit both reside.
We take from texts enough to salve our minds,
And then from nature context-laden signs,
With each constrained by factors of its lot.
Questions for both - what is and what is not?
Yet, could these sides assemble what should be -
A pair of constancies through which we see
Two halves converging as to form the whole
Reach toward a common line that's not a goal?
This dictum for another day, but now
Enough for both conjointly to endow
A symbiotic sense of harmony
And hope - if our thoughts are inclined to be.
So very hard to find, define, and even more difficult to confine
What is this emotion filled with doubt and superstitious notions
Why is there even a special potion
It’s far more complex than abstract art
Yet it grabs hold of your heart like a permanent-body-part
Why so many intricate highs and lows
Why, no-one seems to ever know
It has highs explosive as the fourth of July
When everything seems simple - and sweet - as apple pie
Your life is filled with a sense of optimistic clarity
In a world filled with hopeless disparities
With not a worry in the world
Your mind, body, and soul are on permanent-cruise-control
But when it’s bad it feels worse than a stigma
That kind of pain is one hell of an enigma
When this feeling is altered or no longer shared
You’re left feeling lost-and-alone with no one to care
What an unimaginable burden to bear…
“What is”; what does this truly mean?
The answer to this question - for me - still remains unseen!
Lay
Andrea Dietrich and Dunkirk
Sure seem to be so many similarities,
Along with varieties and familiarities;
When compared,
And also shared;
Sometimes disturbed by disparities.
Do take awesome Battle of Dunkirk,
And way out everything would work;
Harvey hurricane,
Sadness remain;
Much love was there as it would lurk.
There are so many similarities between
Battle of Dunkirk, Hurricane Harvey,
Mrs. Miniver's Rose and Gwaltney
Island. All of the children had to be
removed and taken to the English
mainland. The island knew that they
would be overtaken by the Germans
during World War II. English people
went over to Dunkirk in boats. The
Battle of Normandy also reminds
me of much of this. Jim Horn
Anger amongst my people
From all the police brutality
Resulting in so many young
Mens fatality
Our hands are up
Don't shoot
Don't stomp us out
With your boots
We face down on the ground
Don't Use your billy club to pound
Police shoots and kills
Then gets off for it
This can't be real
Don't use unjust violence on me
I'm a citizen
We as a race should have known better then
Don't shoot
I'm going for my identification
Such a racist nation
If police started killing off Caucasians
Then it would be a situation
Don't shoot
I have a kid in the car
Pow pow pow
Now you went to far
How many shots does it take
To subdue a man
2, 6, 20
Explain officers so we can understand
This is our justice system
Systematically killing blacks
How are we to commemorate
When we under attack
Bias and unjust
In America we don't trust
Police brutality
What's your rationality
Repression and criminalization
Of an entire generation
Racial disparities
Giving us welfare and calling it charity
Our ancestors built this place
Yet a white officer is present
in every black mans murder case
Stop don't shoot
My hands are held high
Pow pow pow
Another nigga dies tonight
as i, stare blankly at the night sky
i envisage how interesting life can actually be
the bright light of the scouting moon permeates through the atmosphere
the perfect ambience for an ancient, dormant love to be awakened
for long has it been suppressed by the laws of human perception
the self mastery of one who is yet to learn that love should not be awakened before its time, it’s typical of a man to desire but not have, not that he can’t have but that he doesn’t know how....
as i stare deep within his eyes, for a glimpse of beautiful days ahead,
my bowels leap for joy as they tie knots unbreakable,
a love has been awakened to the sound of nothingness,
as space and time disappear, an infinite bond to be forged between two hearts,
past the disparities of human logic and beyond,
an indescribable affiliation to the endless flow of passionate waves of emotions,
an invitation to dive in to the possibilities of how beautiful life can actually be with Him.
i stare blankly at the night sky to paint the portrait of the one i love,
as my mind races past the starry host of endless possibilities of beautiful days ahead, an explosion of paradise before my eyes as i paint the picture of him who comes leaping down the mountains calling and reaching out to me,
he is mine and i am his and none can put asunder,
i am lost in this aesthetic trance as i stare blankly at the night sky...
unity shall be found when we gather as one,
it matters not how one identifies-
for the time has come to raise wearing pride;
a kaleidoscope of hues enveloping weeping,
relieving the pain of judgement and ignorance
may we all find acceptance in our hearts,
feel the empathy of the ones who feel alone-
breaking bread with those unlike you;
feeding what needs to be nourished,
seeding what needs to be flourished
I LOVE YOU ALL-
God made His people special in His image,
and we are bound by believing we can
find unanimity and accord...
not disparities of being ignored
speak out to those in pain,
the ones who feel abandoned for who they are-
i pray disputes are dissipated
and
love is regenerated
2.12.20
Gender Equality Poetry Contest
Kai Michael Neumann