Best Love Society Poems
Racism, ageism, sexism, name it!
If there was tech-ism, we’d have to game it
Why should the pattern of reckless decision
Further a hate based on sex or religion
Why not let love and let live be your “ism”
Spreading its beauty like light through a prism
Loveism, likeism, careism, make it!
After a while, you would not have to fake it
What if our would had no isms at all
Changing the course of our strange little ball
Love and let live and leave others alone
Foster the greatest true love ever known
There has always been an inter-outer over-under tender balance of loveless socio-equations as they super fit the psychosocial sexe-endices in this modern garner of pluses/minuses/bytes and scribbles mostly incommunicado inexperience and parental impreciseness as to, "anything planned", which in tomb leaves us doth a deranged desperate captive of that all inbibed prisoner **** of nun conformist adventurerers and that really, that there are just too many organic integers making for really bad math.intuitations/attributes and all of the familio do's and don'ts that creep bastardy across the years to inculcate, interfere, incase all of the hoped, promised integrity of just 2 people in love? with all that makes it their potential, not all of the hopeless, ne'r do wells, dead driven dud marriages that hoped to promulgate their failures onto the newbies totally unprepared, but willfully negative implicit on that new, and should be uninterrupted, all naked, seeing alter intense emoexplosive journeys to that wait waits, some supposes, everybody entices, everyone enthralls, quired questions, problem perplexes, initiates initiated, complexes complete, duty deforms, eerily exacts a viscous value, on properties promised a forever coexistance, but not at the expense of selfish selfness; can it be to an us award of a faceoff fervent fever, that WE, can coincide an opposite internal presence that allows us to be a universal component undeluded, underived, unpolluted by the natural wonders that are our genetic cohesions, so they can further their total promise to lead a connected life of copious love, desire and plentitudes of us-ness, disavowing all else in a socioinvasive parental wake of them vs us in all things blood/emo crass cursive? Leave them, the future lovers of us alone, let it flow and keep your, non orgasmic, loveless failures to yourself, old/tainted people of relations, lovers of social inhibitions it plays to an ill-at-ease, stubborn Igor-ignocompliance. Yes, we had Summer Love/Woodstock, but then we grew to be livestock, waiting for the senior-socioseniorslaughter pill mill. You must have some small, tinder, macromolecule of what it was to be standing in the bliss of universal underware; a long time ago in a universe far, far, away. Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! the neighbors.
Gray is the loveliest color
for YOU who misplaced your heart
along this man-made way,
for YOU without soul who crunch yourself
into the parameters They gave YOU–
and saw off what does not fit–
for YOU who bolted the really real
things to the floor (a kiss),
yet wonder why your smile is dysfunctional,
for YOU with blood that pumps weak,
life will be too long and sadly brief,
for bleak are things with no LOVE!
In this poetic rhyme scheme I will weave this world’s unreal
As we are faced with malevolent acts towards each other that only God can heal
Are we in a world that exists as a tangible reality?
That is why we have to learn about each other’s cultures and diversity
As we stand at the threshold to the doorway of tomorrow
The future has embraced us but are we willing to follow?
The world is definitely broken but love has mended it stronger
Our adversity with hope will strengthen our love longer
We need to change, unite, and hold on to love and strengthen our weakness
Which are hate, racism, enmity, and our unsympathetic emptiness?
It’s a crying shame but to validate our existence everything is virtual or digital
There is no more human contact, its’ a perceivable reality
I think it is the infinity of love which has bonded our souls
We are blessed that only Father God has that control
Love, faith and hope are essential components of life; which are gifts
So we need to put aside our differences and take hold of each other to uplift
This question always inhibits my thoughts, “Am I my brother’s keeper?”
As we pray for hope and liberation; the explanation of this phrase is much deeper!
Genesis 4:9 Then the Lord said to Cain, “Where is your brother Abel?” He said, “I do not know; am I my brother’s keeper?”
John 15:9-17 As the Father has loved me, so I have loved you; abide in my love. If you keep my commandments, you will abide in my love, just as I have kept my Father’s commandments and abide in his love. I have said these things to you so that my joy may be in you, and that your joy may be complete....
(Cinderella is the protagonist of the 1697 fairytale by Charles Perrault. The whimsical tale is later told in 1812 by the Grimm brothers.)
“Why, if it isn’t my dear Cinderella,
That twinkle in your eyes, still bright as your ballroom days,
In your smile I still see the sweetness of Nutella,
And in your glow some golden summer rays.”
“How do you do, old friend?
My schedule has been quite busy,
The chores of a princess seem to have no end,
Should I say of a prince’s wife, who often returns tipsy.”
“I must ask, with all due respect,
Why let a man who but found a slipper
Behave in a manner so incorrect,
Out all night favoring a stripper?”
“Oh, dear, you must know,
The man’s delight is but for a show”
“Cinderella, holder of a sunrise’s beauty,
Tell me why you refuse to see,
Why you remain so carelessly happy,
Treated with no sense of dignity?”
“I have reached my happily ever after,
And I do still get my daily dose of laughter.”
“I hope that someday soon,
You will fulfill your own fate,
You will sing your own proud tune,
And leave this pitiful pig of a date.”
You sit there with a grimace on your face, when you speak, you speak of a bad taste from a bad place, a history of racism-n-injustices, that can’t knowhow or no way be erased or misplaced, for they continue 2 resurface in every state, black or white, what color is your face, how many degrees do you have, -n- how much money do you make, -n- what ‘s your religious faith, our temples ache for our freedom -n- intellect is being raped, disease thoughts being traced, the hatred of a color of a face, for justice, true justice, a nation awaits, we have a dream to this date, hopefully we can live to see this dream take its place, the birth of true love -n- the death of hate, so we throw up both our hands, for we can’t breathe no more hate, no more hate awaits.
I love the color of mine
As well as the color of your
Face, true love, no more
Hate
Poverty possessed – need to own
Steal away
to possess by me – and me alone
Ludicrous to obsess
need to love
Stolen away to either be free and obsessed
or jailed and alone
With time displaced
time we’ve grown
Between a hard place to face and a stone.
By J.Thornton
All in love,
Love never,
But like ever,
It says,
Facebook!
How could this be.
He said I was perfect,
As he looked at me.
A common misconception...
A deadly lie he told
Now I'm a rejection?
I lie hear so cold.
My vision blurs,
So does my life.
Nobody who cares
His future wife
But that was all gone.
Sweat rumbles of frustrated birds,
escape and now rumble in my mind.
Thousands and thousands coming in herds,
Why so hurtful, please be kind.
Love is harmful and so blind,
Pay it's price or forever hide.
Hidden from Society
Hidden from Public
Avoiding a Notoriety
My feelings now lovesick
Never forgotten this Romance
Forever lasting in my head
Wrapped in this love-filled dance
This hunger must be fed
Moments will be missed
And you will be too
Every touch, Every kiss
Aching to be with you
For you to be with me
My heart tattooed with Love's ink
Visible on my cheeks,
Blossomed cherry red and pink
Love and Lust; I cannot get enough
Longing for this act of Forbidden Love
We need rise above
The the anger and hate,
We need to start making a change
That start within ourselves,
Finding the love and the self,
That is borne from consciousness
Forged in the stars of the universe,
Designed by creation, made of energy,
We think we are skin and bone
But that is an illusion that we've been sold,
We can be what we please
One race living in unity,
Tolerant of others beliefs,
Colour, gender and sexuality
All we should want to achieve
Is peace and to protect our ecology,
Living in the spiritual zone
Showing gratitude and appreciation to our home,
Respecting natures beauty
And protecting other species,
All I want to do is wake you up,
Stir you out of your complacency,
Showing you the corporate greed
And how governments make us all bleed,
Dealing with arms and nuclear bombs
Instilling fear in everyone,
Using the media to control,
This has been done since days of old,
We need to find our strength, our voices and be bold,
This time has come to pass,
No longer shall we be racing fast
To the precipice of our own
Self created extinction,
Never should we ever feel owned,
We need to discover our existentialism,
All we need to know is we have the power
As a humanity,
We can unite and set ourselves free
And create fairer societies,
Where every individual can be what they choose to be,
All we have to do is find the love,
All we have to do is care so much,
That change becomes inevitable
That a paradigm shift begins to evolve
And we transcend and transform
Into a species that can do anything at all,
Because it chooses to work as one,
No flags, no borders and no anthems,
You can call this a utopian dream,
But its one we should all learn to believe,
All we need to do is find the love,
All we need to do is rise above.
What is this?
I never noticed this.
Countless times my reflection I viewed
No mark did I ever see.
But now, as I scavenge my face,
There is a mark on me.
With each new person I meet
The mark seems to fleet,
Transform, but never disappear.
I can feel it as shifts from here to there.
As the mass of people accumulate,
The mark seems to replicate.
They morph,
Combing into something like a mask.
As I try to ignore it,
I reluctantly ask
Will the mark always appear?
Will one see me as I see?
Does the mark come from fear?
Is the mark the real me?
I never noticed this.
What is this?
Easter time is a time for looking forward.
It's a time for shedding old skin and finding new
thoughts and hopes of current dreams.
Easter time is a time to reflect on Jesus' Resurrection
and to feel the pain and love He suffered for us.
Easter time is also a time for children with chocolate bunnies
and sterling dresses of gold.
Easter time is a time to remember the old.
So have the Best Easter you can with family and friends
and you will receive Blessings of many trends.
Happy Easter Everyone.
Dark were my days
Dark were my months
Months of struggle
Months of healing
Healing my soul
Healing my heart
Heart without love
Heart black as night
Nights full of fears
Nights alone
Alone is what I want to be
Alone is when I am free
Free to feel
Free to release
Release karma
Release conditioning
Conditioning from the past
Conditioning from society
Society is fake
Society wants sameness
Sameness is deadly
Sameness is tedious
Tedious conversations
Tedious humans
Humans don’t excite me
Humans please excite me
Me just me
Me nothing more
More Friends
More Love
Love to live
Love to create
Create magic
Create stillness
Stillness in the mind
Stillness while doing
Doing what you love
Doing you
You are now
You are perfect
Perfect flaws
Perfect shadows
Shadows to embrace
Shadows to accept
Accept joy
Accept struggle
Struggle is growth
Struggle is empowering
Empowering
Growth
Lord show us the way
That we can best celebrate your day,
Should it be fun
For all of us to feel as one?
Or should we be sad
Knowing that we may at times have been a little bad?
May we please drink,
So that into depression we do not now sink,
Aware of course
That too much imbibed turns our chatter into morse.
How about the food,
Or would too much eating be quite rude?
Forget that thought,
As we need consume these lovely things we bought,
Also these folk
Will badly need the victuals for all the
alcohol they soak.
Sorry - now back on track,
Forgive the decorum I so very clearly lack;
But it is a joy
To share this feast with loved ones and on that I shan't be coy,
For while it is your day,
There is one further thing I must now say:
It wouldn't be the same
If we didn't come together in your name.
Thus please forgive any transgression
During what will surely be a long and roudy session,
For we toast but once a year
In the presence of so many we hold dear.
Hence let us raise our glass,
Before yet another Christmas simply pass,
To hail your glorious birth
And such a great excuse for this unbridled mirth.