Best Intolerance Poems
Each shoe,
a life He knew,
buds of His olive tree-
next time perhaps,it could be you..
or me !
Inspired by Abe's photos
Gods Of Man's Vanity Demanding Intolerance
False realities fed to the masses
Another ghost ships sails the seas
Knowing not, yet their lie passes
Escaping truth's majestic pleas
God of vanity demands intolerance
Only its hate is to be displayed
Damn morals, into deeper ignorance
Silent servitude must then be paid
Love, always a great promised reward
Yet black evil roots firmly laid
In black garden in a devil's yard
Nobody sees the beast they ride
God of darkness their faith hides
R.J. Lindley
July 12th, 1978
( Fake Gods Lying)
( Rhyming acrostic)
Note: The one true God never lies, never
steals and never abandons his only Son.
New Note- Old poem edited to shorten.-removed
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Monday aftermath Paris reflecting
terror waging a war
challenging our generation dancing on graves
Paris attacks mindless
blaming ourselves
watching a band
dinner at our favorite café
attending a football match
a death sentence for a simple act
fighting back viciously
multi-cultural societies are in danger
integration taken for granted
liberal beliefs now shine
big hearted acceptance
learning to tolerate the intolerant
faced by fascists
values in contempt
confront this evil
love what's behind you
take a beating for liberty
pursue justice and respect
believe all we love is worth fighting for
From the womb I sprung forth in a storm unrelenting
waves crashing ashore, endless bending and blending
alone and defenseless to weather the tempest
the gales blew relentless, clouding my senses
Set adrift in that sea of the knowledge of man
attempting to stand, felt around with bare hands
plunged deep in the waters, searching for others
consciousness faltered, eyes closing shutters
Then I had awakened to find I'd been taken
to an archaic dwelling, time should have forsaken
a shaman commands- a glorious rant
a clasping of palms, an aggregate chant
From what source? I did wonder, descending to ponder
was ultimate wisdom derived and contrived
upon examination, and deep contemplation
I viewed this creation, with grim consternation
An anomaly present in each generation
a wise person born, elevated, and stationed
to higher position, with God given vision
Innate intuition brings truth to fruition
Mankind in collective, this most stubborn creature
materialism his central shared feature
twisting to suit them to there situations
killing the prophets- forging the nations
Undertows from life's currents did violently grab me
envelop and drag me, develop, distract me
manifesting unsettling neural connections
truth became slippery- changing directions
Somewhere through the ages our paths had diverged
wise words been perverted, and hatred emerged
devouring souls, then swallowing whole
foundations of kingdoms, rendering null
Ruddy youths, outside my house
Can't walk to the shops at night.
Hanging on the street corner.
They even follow me to the pub.
They ought to get a job.
Instead of bothering pensioners like me.
I bet they'd mug you just for being old.
I can tell by the way they look.
I can tell by the way they dress.
It's not safe around here no more.
Ths is not the best of areas.
But we have to make the most of it.
I feel sorry for the old folk sometimes.
But at night I like to watch out for them.
Make sure they get to and from the shops.
It's a bit tiring after working all day.
The care home is very demanding.
But me and my friends enjoy the work.
Returning something for what was done for us.
I understand though why some are mistrusting.
Maybe one day the media will report positives.
And not stories that cause fear and intolerance.
The Inquisition’s dead
In Western liberal minds,
Yet elsewhere people live in fear
Of being punished for their “crimes”
Not saying who they really love,
Or speaking things that they believe,
Or being who they really are,
Or even thinking differently
For them, the Inquisition lives
In families and friends alike;
In private and in public spaces,
It haunts their ever-fearful minds
Dishonor and disownment hang
About each fateful choice they make,
'Til suicide at last allows
The lone escape from sanctioned hate
And so they dare not tell the truth
In this “Enlightened” age of ours
Where freedom's greeted by the noose
And heretics are tried and burned,
For simply being different.
So you think you are superior species…
You think animals are below your
standards, that they are wild beast…
Well, you belong to that species
“Animal” you are not, a vegetable…
Do you think, you are better than,
the other person standing or sitting
next to you…
Well, you are not, we are but
one race, one family and that is
the Human Race…
Remember these animals don’t see
or know the difference, a snow leopard
is the same as the African leopard;
the white tiger is related to the
Bengal tiger and so on…
So why does the human race see
peoples as different?
We are all related
and should be able to get
along with each other…
By Sandra Lea Hoban
©2012
She greets us with loud and American brightness
Gives us the menu with florid politeness
Has cheerfulness written all over her face
But just hasn’t quite got the tone of the place
We only went in there to grab a quick brunch
But seemingly we have a threesome for lunch
As she spoons out her unsubtle dollops of chatter
Outlining the options for every platter
So much information, and so much to say
About this, about that, about soup of the day
Every tale of the menu she’s tempted to tell
Bless her, she’s on it, and on us as well
He raises an eyebrow, and I raise one back
An unspoken agreement to cut her some slack
Till she asks us what we are intolerant to
At which point he coughs, and I go to the loo
She’s nice, oh she’s nice enough, don’t get me wrong
We’re just dreading the moment she bursts in to song
If we want a McDonalds we’ll bear her in mind
But we came here for something profound, and refined
Alfafa and silence, and spiced meditation
Weird stuff on salad, profound conversation
To gaze from the window, like, mournful and arty
Invisible guests at a well tasteful party
Instead there is her, with her zest and her zing
Motivating our order with…
“Let’s do this thing!”
by Gail
“next to of course progress my planet i
love you, the ocean and the environ-
ment every person whether gay or bi
or trans or black, hispanic or asian
muslim pagan atheist or hindu
social justice and ecowarriors
illegal immigrants and felons too.
but conservatives, whites and gun owners
intolerant deniers all can fry
born-again christian roman catholic
all racist sexist nazis to a man
not tolerating other folks is sick
i hate those fascists, hope they all just die--”
He spoke. And sipped a little Evian
October 24, 2019
(with apologies to e e cummings)
I am aware that this parody of cummings' sonnet may be controversial-- but then, so was the original... and being controversial never stopped cummings! I also thought it might be interesting to approach the idea of the original poem from the other direction, so to speak. Compare it to the original text... a link:
https://allpoetry.com/next-to-of-course-god-america-i
I adhered to the usual ten syllables per line, while cummings' lines, while mostly of 10-syllables, varied, from nine to twelve. I did faithfully follow his rhyme scheme in the sestet (abcba c). I also toyed with the notion of changing the "He" to "She" in the final line, but decided to remain nearer the original... still, that would be the PC thing to do, eh?
Note 12/7/2019: while this, like the original cummings poem, is an Italian [Petrarchan] Sonnet [of sorts], I have reclassified it as a "Burlesque" since it is of course a parody.
I think about intelligence
And wonder why we think our due
Is sanctioned by our own IQ
That natural inheritance
Compels us by unbending laws
To evolutionary cause
That beggars to irrelevance
The truth that brains can be a threat
That make it easy to forget
The most compelling evidence
That intellect may well provide
A rationale for venal pride
Displacing sounder temperaments
With logical proficiency
Ignoring self-deficiency
And cultivates intolerance
With vanity incredulous
And tidy, hidden prejudice
That blithely leads to negligence
Denying those less capable
In contexts inescapable
I much prefer the elegance
Of caring for the other guy
Of answering a helpless cry
Of principled benevolence
That intellect cannot be taught
Beyond the wit of reasoned thought
I think about intelligence
That natural inheritance
That beggars to irrelevance
The most compelling evidence
Displacing sounder temperaments
And cultivates intolerance
That blithely leads to negligence
I much prefer the elegance
Of principled benevolence
Written July 5, 2018
Intolerance is now a hot topic for lot of discussions,
Intolerance is something which divides a nation into two sections.
Intolerance for some is just a mixture of all political gimmicks,
Intolerance for other is a hidden agenda of some freaks.
Intolerance for some is a conspiracy to take the nation backward,
Intolerance for others is killing of innocents like a coward.
Intolerance is not a new issue in a country like India,
Intolerance is also not a debate to be shouted in media.
Intolerance is something which need to be studied in depth,
Intolerance should also be separated from someone's own faith.
Intolerance is something which need to be there in democracy,
Intolerance is expected to eradicate the curse of poverty.
Intolerance is an obligation to fight against the evil of corruption,
Intolerance is required to uproot those who don't believe in our Constitution.
Intolerance is entailed so that no woman in this country is raped,
Intolerance is demanded if a society is improperly shaped.
Intolerance is necessary against those who try to stop freedom of speech,
Intolerance is needed to stop a proper system from getting a glitch.
INTOLERANCE
Intolerance is a not too subtle flavour of disdain
That festers within a society blinded by
Individualism and Cant
To breathe the smog of hatred that surrounds
Is to invite within the animosities and wrongs
That may never be overcome or tamed
The seeds of indifference sown wide
Promulgate ignorance
Buttressed by the inability to tell right from wrong
Worship of lucre
And praise from snakes
Inflates egos
That have no inbuilt brakes
Society is condemned
Side-lined
Traduced
Selfishness of thought and action
Man’s new truth
United stand together hand in hand,
Intolerance real boon,
We move heaven and earth !
Written on 19/5/14
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I remember this word, when it was a veritable curse;
It spoke of actions, beliefs, feelings and ideas that were
reprehensible and indefensible, only worthy of our condemnation
I remember when it was a vile and shameful descriptor;
It was synonymous for ignorance, hate, injustice, inhumanity
It was abhorrent, it was unforgivable, it was.....intolerable
Intolerance..... what has become of you?
Oh what did you see, my blue-eyed son?
And what did you see, my darling young one?
I saw truth tellers doxed, and their addresses listed
I saw images on my cellphone put on by the twisted
I saw a prophet wailing as he was dragged to the madhouse
I saw madmen gaining all the levers of power
I saw wolves out of jail while their victims cower
I saw fools arm in arm with those who would kill them
I saw indoctrination vultures above me turning
Know-it-alls told me what to think, but I wasn't learning
I saw a meteor of old glory barely burning
And it's a hard, it's a hard
It's a hard, it's a hard
It's a hard rain's a-gonna fall
And what did you hear, my blue-eyed son?
And what did you hear, my darling young one?
I heard desperate fathers called domestic terrorists
I heard speech is violence and violence is speech
I heard the fury of a woman scorned
I heard a prediction of vengeance, a new weapon borned
I strained my ears in the eye of the hurricane
And it's a hard, it's a hard
It's a hard, it's a hard
It's a hard rain's a-gonna fall
And what'll you do now, my blue-eyed son?
And what'll you do now, my darling young one?
I'll hike through the garden with high rising fountains
I'll go off into the forest, and up the mountains
I'll swim cross the ocean, and glide on the river
I'll raft the white water, before the oncoming slaughter
And it's a hard, it's a hard
It's a hard, it's a hard
It's a hard rain's a-gonna fall...