Best Equality Poems
Man so mighty and wise
still has to define this
that another living being's life
has the same value as his
Boasted, brazened
written in stone
raised above
these highest places
where power reigns
crushing down
in white
clenched fists
gripping so tightly
to "history"
squeezing
draining the meaning
out of good intention
Those stones are weeping
as grass grows quietly around the edges
The future
chipping
crumbling
forgotten
Differences
are best listed
to be used like lines in the sand
some seen on the skin
most are though beneath
tracing
tearing
a cross marking
the surface
this land of the free
that the privileged paid for
from sea to sea
with the lives of lesser men
and their women
up for "grabs"
The women
best when big breasted
beautiful and begging
feeding their daughters
dreams of a better tomorrow
when that white clenched fist
stops squeezing her ****
before slapping
lips against her
drooling over her
in her ear
whispering
something sweet
like
"Honey
you're mine"
What lines of defense
Those lines lie on paper
written, signed and etched by those
elected and chosen
statesmen stating authority over your body
their dolls
their toys
smiling
serving their purpose
the good Word stenciled in stone
Equality
carved out in flesh
fresh cadavers
swept under the rug
serving their purpose
Gravestones weeping
as grass grows quiety around the edges
The memory
chipping
crumbling
forgotten
Keeping their hands clean
they wipe their mouths red
blood on their stained sleeves
the polish from their shiny shoes sully
the stars
and stripes
stripped of the value they once held
when they stiched us all together
and brought so many strangers home
How white clenched fists
hold power and privelege
held so high in esteem
like our stars
and stripes
teetering, unraveling
the threads shaking
as if stripped naked
and forced to wave
above that Capitol Hill
pivotal
and still
unchanging
unmoved
Our Lady
liberty
holds a tattered gown
Reflections of pink, and gold on heaven’s floor,
A hint of memories that came millenniums before,
And the radiance of God’s glory, from the heart's core,
Is a new dawn, for our taking.
In these shades of light, a narrative is spun,
Of women's strength and battles won,
For rights to choose, for equality won't be shun,
With each morning, a world's foundation shaking.
They rise for autonomy, their voices clear,
For choices over bodies, a future sincere,
Where decisions are theirs, with no shadow of fear,
With each morning, a new dawn's awakening.
Equal pay, a demand that echoes wide,
Breaking the chains of wage gaps, side by side,
A future where worth isn't unfairly denied,
With each morning, a brighter horizon breaking.
Promotions earned through merit and skill,
Not hindered by gender, a world to fulfill,
A future where glass ceilings shatter at will,
With each morning, progress relentless and unshaking.
Hope whispers of change, with each sunrise,
A world where justice and fairness arise,
Where women's rights, like the sun, shall rise,
With each morning, a future resolute for the taking.
I'm not you and you're not me
But life doesn't care
We die equally
Lonely days and nights of childhood
spent in tears, no comfort
wishing for a gentle caress, a peck
aching for the tender words
weary of the ignorance
my heart cries for the child in me
Unjust is the love that singles out a child,
the rest yearn, birthed by the same
as if a duty thats done and then
discarded to climb, no support to be lent
they wander till the end
my heart cries for them
where is the glory that the world sings
of motherly love and care
where is the justice that prevails
the right of every child
they sing of equality, when
at home the child feels unfair
oh ruthless world I beseech
prithee give a care.
© (12 May '15)
* Honorable mention in the contestShow me your spirit' by FJ Thomas on 19 May 2015.
We can be equal without being the same.
Let's say it out loud, we shall be heard:
Look past my gender, and know my name.
This is not about gaining wealth or fame
Together let's stand, let's spread the word:
We can be equal without being the same.
No more fighting about who is to blame
What matters most, is the pain inferred
Look past my gender, and know my name.
Do not forget how far we came
Forward we march, for the pot has been stirred
We can be equal without being the same.
Who we are is no reason for shame
The lines between male and female are blurred
Look past my gender, and know my name.
We don't need a label, this isn't a game
Inequality still existing is completely absurd
We can be equal without being the same.
Look past my gender, and know my name.
Justice
Justice
Colorblind love
Equality for all
Embrace mankind by character.
Treat others as you want to be treated.
Stand up for the rights of all men.
Speak up against bias.
Rise together!
Justice
Submitting into Give me a Rictameter! Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: M. L. Kiser
Date: 02/14/2022
Fatality To Equality
We were supposed to believe in equality,
And we do want to find another fatality;
Study am trying,
But none buying;
Which class should we take in psychology.
Jim Horn
Clowns at the Abyss
I’m not a communist,
I’m a Democratic Socialist
Cries the independent Elitist
It’s a right to have healthcare
It’s a right to have welfare
Yet, funding for these generous proposals is no-where.
The clown behind the podium is a saint with your resources.
He proposes everyone pay their fair share, but more so by titan economic forces.
He hails we all work hard, or maybe not, assuming he is a party to the class of workhorses.
But the political party leaders are less like workhorses and more like jackasses.
For they too look down on their Animal Farm with tilted looking glasses.
Under their more-equal-than other proposals, in time all resources will be exhausted for the masses.
We have seen in the last century the million on million dead from empty promises given with a kiss.
We witnessed the suffering. Excuse me but was there something I missed?
If we cannot resist repeating our mistakes, like clowns we be, looking up from the bottom of an abyss.
Coveting is not a virtue.
You can vote your way into Socialism,
but you have to shoot your way out.
by Martin Braun
3/2/2020
What's the scariest book you ever read?.. Some Stephen King book like "Salem's Lot" or "The Shinning"?
For me its Kate Millett's "Sexual Politics".. Oh, man.. Now THAT will scare you to death if you're female.
I discovered a man, (overheard) at my church, who actually believes his sex a sign of power, and of superiority..
WHY am I so startled? Some childish trust not yet scrubbed off? - Or worse yet some belief, not yet strangled, in a better world?
See, stupid me, I thought this bill had been paid, by sufferance, by real people like Elizabeth Stanton, Carrie Catt and Martin King.. by entire generations who ran through those tangled woods emerging cut and bruised.. if at all.
What is it like for HIM? I see him eying us, his little inferiors who bleed with the moon, with secret, catlike distaste.. regarding female opinions as slightly impure then, with calm, God like grace, granting the form of servant to assume.
Can I, can we, be forced to accept this inheritance? I don't know..
All I know is that this prejudice, so strangely without substance, strikes me like the duelers lucky thrust robing me of attendant rights and wit.. springs that tender trap of doubt in the future and abandons me to stammering.
As bombs blow at night,
smoke fills hazy skies.
Children cry from fear -
broken toys add angst.
Fathers helpless to
protect their blood,
embrace them tight.
Mothers give birth
but their new-borns
struggle to breathe.
Their screams fall silent,
against a backdrop
of rocket attacks.
The wise ones say
time can break your heart,
time can heal your pain,
but what hope lies
under the rubble?
Dead bodies can't speak,
so leaders debate
what is wrong and
what is right.
War is nothing, but
hidden agendas.
Why aren't we all born
equal to justice,
why one life has less
worth than another.
An industry of
profit always wins.
An old man stepped into the light to educate us and said,
A woman should be tamed,
A woman should be locked in a cupboard for safe keeping,
A woman should fold her dreams into the hands
of a man that preach love,
She should live in the pit of a man's heart
and stay buried deep within his soul.
Oh! Listen to their voice break the peace of water as men pour fire
inside their heart
and bend them into what lives after pain.
Then I opened my mouth to breath words like fire....
You said a woman should wait for a man
that will steal her voice and give her silence?
But I know of women whose voice break
the night into fragment of stars,
I know of women made of bones,
Who fight for space in the soil with their fingers.
Look at their hands raised in thunder!
See how they scatter darkness with the fire in their eyes,
See how they get up after a night of grief and despair and do what
need to be done to feed their children.
As my voice filled his ears, his eyes mirrored his anxiety,
His hands press together in worry , his face separate them in
shame.
Then I greet his silence like an old friend and said
"What a man can do, a woman can do better" if given a chance
Let there be equality for all.
01/02/2019
CONTEST NAME: Free Verse Style Only
SPONSOR: Emile Pinet
At five foot four and seven stone,
Steve was all skin and bone,
At six foot two and twenty stone,
Brenda was all muscle and tone.
A love story of strange proportions,
Their bonding needed no potions,
It was a pure attraction of the heart,
In which their bodies played no part.
His brilliant mind earned him fame,
And Hammer throw was her game,
She fell in love with his quiet charm,
He fell in love with her heart so warm!
When out together in shopping mall,
They were the focus of one and all,
Deep in love they ignored the crowd,
Hands linked,made each other proud!
Gender equality is much talked about,
In media, pubs, and in jobs no doubt,
But the sex disparity has been wide,
From Biblical times,an unabating tide!
Do you seek to solve it by equal pay?
And honour women with equal say?
Would you accept one of Brenda size,
Marry Steve who is small but wise?
Evolution had made Men what they are,
From cave days to present day so far,
Women have evolved from those days,
To be trend setters in their own ways!
Gender equality is not because of us,
Because God says it should be thus,
God who at first made Adam and Eve,
Is the one to make Brenda and Steve!!
Date 02/02/2020,
“Gender Equality Poetry Contest"
sponsored by Kai Michael Neumann
Homophobia will
be over, when "coming out"
is not reported.
[Why do Entertainment mags always have stories when a person, especially an actor or athlete, comes out? Because we are still a long way from it not being gist for the news cycle, I suppose.]
We all are lying hypocrites. Our lives are staged to flaunt and bow.
We all are actors; hypnotizing masses, as we play our parts.
We all are lifeless, spiritually. Our gods? All dead! Meat! Golden cow.
We all are, through and through, corrupt. Depraved affections rein our hearts.
We all are creatures, made to serve: a master makes his own obey.
We all, by nature, fallen man, are willing slaves. We beg to sin.
We all are wicked; seed of Satan, walking in our father's way.
We all are traitors. Enmity! At war with Christ! We cannot win!
Oh, it never ends,
This eternal fight for our freedoms
And yet we don’t consider
The freedoms of others
To be worth a fight
So why do we fight together
To allow for our ideals?
Does anyone truly want a world
Where everyone is free
Where everyone is equal
Where everyone can be
Or do we just pretend to
So we can live our lives
Looking down on others
Who we don’t understand
Free from danger
Free from pain
Are these our true freedoms
Of which we are so proud?
The freedom to turn away from horrors
Happening all around
The freedom to ignore the child
Holding out his hand
The freedom to openly criticize
The hungry and the poor
And so I ask my final question
What is our freedom for?