Best Extremists Poems
Oh land of the free
And home of the brave, where are you?
Where is the torch that hearkens
The tired, the poor, the huddled masses yearning to be free?
When did freedom of religion
Become acceptance of
Only one religion?
When did freedom of speech only exist
When the listener and speaker agreed?
Why are we intolerant of extremists abroad,
But blindly follow extremists we call left or right?
When did news become fake news when it
Stated things that the listener did not like?
When did peaceful protests get vilified
And intimidation get glorified?
When did public servants
Stop serving the public?
When will equal justice truly be equal
despite race, culture, religion, and gender?
Is America, the beautiful
Truly beautiful
When we close our minds
And close our hearts?
Can we be proud to be American
And hate anyone unlike ourselves?
We argue over building
Physical walls,
But ignore
The spiritual walls and
The emotional walls
That we build
To silences differences.
My country, tis of thee,
My sweet land of liberty,
Of thee I plead.
Love your neighbor as yourself,
Forgive others as you were forgiven,
Clothe yourself in compassion, kindness, and humility,
For that is what will make America
Great again.
Categories:
extremists, america, conflict, freedom, prejudice,
Form:
Free verse
The creation of Zionists
brothers of destruction
they kiss and hold hands
extremists who fell in love
with the each other
depravity their brand
one and the same
dead babies be damned
When the oppressed
after thousands of white shrouds
mourning their losses
they still rush to save their
pets
The devil boils in his darkness
evil will never win
Categories:
extremists, abuse, integrity, racism,
Form:
Free verse
The days when the news show a ten year old walking
for miles in the sun with a pot on her head,
or rows of sad mothers,where nobody's talking
as one sits in a corner and cradles her dead.
These are the days when I check my loose money,
and though there's so little, I'm a Millionaire,
a loaf and some butter, my day is more sunny
than those in the shade with no food over there.
The days when I hear of an active volcano
fumes lethal to breathe, burning ash raining down,
what Dante's inferno is like only they know
as hot lava consumes every village and town.
These are the days when the things that need tending,
the grass may need cutting or branches, too long
are not all that important, far off lives are ending,
no flowers there blossom, no distant birdsong.
The days when we stand for a two minute silence
for those people whose lives were snuffed out on our streets
by misguided extremists whose language of violence
is snuffed out by the love of those they can't defeat.
These are the days when I kneel, speak and listen
to he who is waiting to answer my call
and though bottom lip trembles and eyes start to glisten
by my faith I know this world can get through it all.
For contest 'These are the days', sponsor Daniel Turner
June 5th 2018
Categories:
extremists, endurance, thanks,
Form:
Rhyme
Legends were created here within script
edges required in content to carefully encrypt
Breaking harmonic rules outside the norm
Retaking realities in rhythmical uniform
Baptized them in the atmospheric emotions
Arising with the highest of promotions
Alternating serpentine infinite possibilities
Berating permanent utilized abilities
Ultimately a writers utopic dream
Poetically elites the extremists regimes
extravagant twisted expressed passions
Adamant cremation of foes into ashes
Unforgiving soldiers to the death fight
Dreaming dreams in a writers delight
Categories:
extremists, dream,
Form:
Rhyme
Beirut.
You’ve always been the life of the party.
I’ve seen the sun smile at you,
on Saturday mornings.
As your women
hung over and wrecked
with Jesus crosses on their necks
waltz through streets
trying to find a ride back home.
Your green wooden window panes,
always left open.
Always left waiting.
A sign of hope.
As if something holy
or someone with a red cape on
would come
and save you.
I see it
I feel it
The pain
The terror
I see the bullets
That have pierced through your walls
Left you with nothing
Your anarchists
Your extremists
Your people
Your children
Are all fighting
Over a hit
of the fix you gave them.
Oh Beirut,
what have they done?
I see the clouds of smoke rising
I see your people left bare
with secrets to strip off
and hang on the laundry ropes
that fill your skies
The writings on your walls say it all.
You’ve lost your soul
You’ve lost your spark
Corruption
Destruction
You made the rules
and then asked us to break them.
I’m not sure who to blame.
Them,
Or you.
You left me high and dry-
Lost in the alleys of your dark streets
I didn’t know who to blame.
So I asked around, Beirut.
I asked the men on motorcycles
who snatch purses from old women.
I asked your nine year old
gypsy beggars.
I asked your officers
and the teenagers in cellars,
who in another world could’ve been heroes or poets.
I asked your university students,
but they were too stoned to comprehend my questions.
High on a drug of complacency
High on a drug of nonchalance
High on a drug of compromise.
So
Numb
Numb
Numb
I asked your gods.
Your middle-men.
The pictures on the walls
of your many leaders.
I asked your fathers
Your rapists
Your artists
Your lawyers
Your educators
I even asked the old man pushing a cart of oranges in Hamra.
But nothing was to be found…
Not even a tad of sanity…
Not even a sense of security
You couldn’t give me that, could you?
Oh Beirut.
You’ve always been the life of the party.
But I’ve seen them frown at you,
when dawn breaks and you walk out on them
hung over and wrecked
with a cross around your neck
walking over shattered beer bottles…
trying to find a ride back home.
Categories:
extremists, war, old, lost, life,
Form:
Free verse
A Pet Peeve
By: Olivia Rodrigue
A smile that reeks desperation
A mascaraed eye batted intently
Your falsified figures and fancies
Undermine others of my generation
To think that a woman is only
Aesthetically valued and won
Is a peeve that’s been maddening many
But thought significant only by some
They bray at braless feminists
Thinking that these are the crazy few
Feminism means makeup-less monsters
That degrade men-as bitter shrews do
How can you laugh at oppression?
A word that history knows well
When minority rights and reactions
Have shaped how we act-what we sell
They painted the greats as extremists
They called activists nearly insane
But the genius among us would not bow
To the pressures that society named
Therefore I say bring on your follies
For the truth of the matter will be revealed
Though you peeve me with your ignorant statements
The injustice- once hidden -is unsealed
Categories:
extremists, future, gender, identity, introspection,
Form:
Free verse
The world has gone crazy
Countries are at war
Our lives are now uncertain
We are cautious, afraid
Shocked to the core
When will it end?
Innocents dying so needlessly
Families torn apart
Bombs kill everyone concerned
Is there any point pleading
Those select few extremists
Choose to reign terror
Create misery in the world
For the sake of a God they worship
Will they ever see their error?
An embarrassment to their fellow worshippers
Producing racism through fear
They plot their next attack
With no thought for others or themselves
Possessing the belief they will be revered
Violence is never the answer
But to be honest I don’t know what is
No more bloodshed and sorrow
No more grief and mourning
To live in peace would be bliss
We bleed the same blood
Internal organs the same inside
We all have feelings and emotions
Humans, one race not separated
No more fighting will we abide
We stand strong against our threats
Stand side by side, black and white
Pray together whatever your religion
Join in mass unison
One day, we hope, the world will unite
Categories:
extremists, immigration, inspiration, inspirational, international,
Form:
Free verse
The pious dealings
Of Isis doth stealing
Pillaging and raping
In Allah’s names saking
They, who worshiping in utter silos of hate
Are enemies of all civilized states
Western senses, selling moderation
Those extremists won’t buy that sensation
Islamic terrorists are not of the book
Lets not blame the west, we are not the crook
They view kindness and compassion as imperial weakness
I say, lets conquer sharia law with even more forgiveness
Don’t be fooled with words served with sugar
When after tea your head is sliced and severed
There is no righteous or wrong towards God
He loves all, regardless of Islamic blasphemy or hog
Categories:
extremists, abuse, allah, evil, religion,
Form:
Free verse
G;Geico commercials B;(you knew this was coming); Billy Mays commercials U;
hour long imfomercials
G;Big, juicy homemade hamburgers B;White Castle belly burners
G; Best fast food place;by far;All American, Massapequa N.Y. (check it on web-
always, and rightfully rated number one B-white Castles (ugh;belly burners!)
G; Music played with syyle and heart B; Gangster rap/ Disco
G;Family gatherings B;Alone in a dingy room
G;A nice warm shower B; Having no showerhead
G;Staring at TV test patterns for hours (told ya I was weird) B; Gamey game
shows
G;A nice warm sunny day B;Heavy rain and your roof leaks
G;Creativity B;Malicious destruction(other than a Billy Mays tape)
G;Cooking and eating with family /and/or friends B;Alone with a bag of pretzels
G;Enjoying swimming at the beach or pool B;finding a great white shark in your
pool
G;Words of love and encouragement B;Mean words of anger/hate
G;Good poetry B;My poetry usually
G;Peaceful sleep all through the night B;Cronic insomnia U;Being awake for 8
days (as I too well know...one's mind turns into oatmeal)
G;a love of beauty B;Loving your own beauty
G;swiss or cheddar cheese B;Limberger cheese U;Liederkranz (ugh! clear the
house!!)
G;A full refrigerator (including Tootsie rolls) B;A rerigerator full of food expired 6
months ago, and now home to strange new species
G;Catching a mouse B;doing the same, but with your teeth
G;Courteous drivers B;New Jersey drivers
G;Religious faith B; Fundamentalist extremists (of any religion)
G;Room deodorizer. B;Dirty unwashed socks your air deodorizer
G;A trusting marriage B;A busting marriage
G;Acoustic guitars B; Acoustic torpedoes
G;M&Ms B;BBs
G;good books used as tools B;Mediocre books by fools
G;Cleavage B;Seepage
G;Being in a band onstage B;Overfilled audiences leading to rage
G;Jessica Simpson's looks B;Jessica Simpson's mental acumen
G;Eddie Murphy on stage or screen B;Eddie Murphy in real life (I know!)
G;Being loved and adored B;Being lonely and too bored
G;Some money in your pocket B;Your finger in a socket
G;For Bush to get a Lobotomy B; News of Bush's colonoscopy
Enough for now folks. Have a painless day!
Categories:
extremists, funny, imagination, inspirational, life,
Form:
List
The world is so absurd
people think their wishes Trump
true freedoms
honourable freedoms
They detest
education
women's rights
minority rights
Science, vaccines, empathy
freedom of children not to be shot in schools
They distort and lie
and lie and lie
Their tin foil hats of hate
the manifesto of all extremists
who need guns to be men
Beware someone who screeches "freedom"
then takes away yours
Those who care so much for the unborn
do zero for the born and the needy
socialism is against their freedoms
Western nations laugh as they proclaim
dire sadness
at the ludicrousness
of the Taliban and USA
allies in repression of freedom
in the name of freedom
Categories:
extremists, abuse, america, discrimination, hate,
Form:
Free verse
Leaders are broken
too many old men are outspoken
because the other is wrong
never makes all old men right
experts will tell you science
extremists will proclaim gods will
the world does spin around the sun
no matter
the church burns you for other views
reality
is often the devil
for telling the truth
Wisdom from the garden
of Galileo Galilei
drink wine
instead of breaking plates
love holds no anger
Categories:
extremists, art, inspirational, philosophy, visionary,
Form:
Free verse
Four years ago on this very day
the Democrats and their proxy media stooges
cried “the election was stolen!”
and “we need to impeach Trump!”
Today the same apparatchiks
and oligarchs and media fawned and gushed
over a corrupt senile swamp rat
and propagandised his coronation.
And all the while Granpa Joe
spoke of unity and of healing a divided nation
and called out “political extremists,
white supremists, domestic terrorism”
Meaning evil Trump supporters,
not BLM or Antifa, just you Trump supporters.
Slow Joe thinks you are all racists
and fascists who need reprogramming.
And so the great purge begins
and woke authoritarian censorship done under
the cloak of moral righteousness
to silence all you “insurrectionists”.
I felt sick watching the old eunuch
with his hand on his bible swearing allegiance
to heal and govern for all Americans.
Real America knows that ain’t so!
Beware the Orwellian deep state,
be afraid of your government more than ever.
The Great Reset is upon us and…
the digital book burnings have begun.
Goebbels would be so proud!
Written: January 2021
Categories:
extremists, america, political,
Form:
Political Verse
This world prefers to live under the shadows
in order to hide its truly evil daily works.
confronting these misplaced loyalties begs answers
Communications literally has taken position centrefold promoting hate
many Holy shrines have been desecrated
objective extremists call for the removal of crosses
There should be a voice of concern now condemning such force
is this the generation spoken of where education alters our children's minds
through perverted literature trying to destroy innocence
The final attack on truth has become an obstacle filled with facts
political correctness has long damned itself lying constantly
and we stand curled up in silence unable to speak
Wide awake can see with clarity inside the powers of this planet
in those that has gone to war against the light of God entering teachers
for to protect our little ones giving good example firstly
from this ugly twisted democracy and saving them before they fall victim
Is it time again to lock your doors and mark them with with the blood of the Lamb
Categories:
extremists, abuse, betrayal, christian, conflict,
Form:
Free verse
The chains of freedom
A fire burning in my hands
A societal lie made by heavy pockets
Of extremists like the Nazis
Jabbing whatever they want , where ever they want
For any reason they find plausible
A belief so heavily inflicted that it makes us forget out pasts
Our purpose and our right to exist as humans
You can use your voice to scream but you are mute
Even the loudest voice becomes no more than a whisper
When in the shadow of fear
A shadow that creeps upon me
When i am alone, i know i am next
A subtle premonition of the chaos to come
Porcelain dolls hanging from the ceiling
Wearing red and cherry white
But their hair to soft to be toys
And their skin to warm to be fake
Strung up with crosses marked on each of their faces
When the bell rings
A distant chime of terror digs their graves and yet they can not run
The smell of putrid among us and rotting flesh
Frozen by the sense of lingering despair
My road is predetermined by those before me
Lead me to be hung up on a pillar like one of my sisters
Up i go
The world i see as life escapes me is bittersweet
Categories:
extremists, abuse, america, art, beauty,
Form:
Free verse
(Before rushing to judgment, Robert Wright Lee IV, a young pastor of 24, has asked the statues of Gen. Lee be rescued from extremists. He got threats!)
KNOWN MYSTERIES ABOUT GENERAL ROBERT E. LEE
President Eisenhower kept a portrait of the grand rebel General
Proudly among four in his Office, DDE himself said on TV
Later telling a New York dentist, a few more good men
With “his rare qualities” would defeat the new Soviet enemy
Of course, I like President Ike
Hero of the GOOD WAR, that against Nazi Germany
But Ike had great generals and the nuke
And didn’t shorten the Cold War (a global Civil Calamity)
After historians, “Lost Cause” artists, and Davis’ SHS
(Southern Historical Society) fought on with the pen
The Civil War will never end, unless it end in the hearts
When South and North boldly repent: Accept Godly Reconciliation
Roy Blount Jr. saw through one part of this mystery
“As a father Lee was fond but fretful, as a husband devoted but distant.”
At Gettysburg, war-weary Lee twice silenced James Longstreet
Lee rushed uphill to Union troops - an “attacking general” who was “inspiring but not cogent.”
At the start of the war, Lincoln courted Lee for Union Commander
Then Virginia decided to join the Confederacy
Like soldiers who choose moral blindness, Lee would not fight his Virginia
Not much of “One America” then; each State was like a country
And yet, he had some sense of the sins of slavery
It weighed more heavily on whites than on backs of blacks,
He thought – Lee added more, something we no longer say:
“Those people are better off here than in their Continent” !!
Categories:
extremists, africa, education, history, leadership,
Form:
Rhyme