Best Manifesto Poems
Bip,bip,bip,
" A few years ago, you began a journey to find me,
and now you have" I was in a hospital! " You are still"
Is it you holding my hand? or is it Jesus?
" Both, we are one and both"
huh! " Yet, you know this don't you?" Yes!
" I am God and Jesus, My Son is Jesus and God,
we are one, we dwell together in as you would say
one spirit"
So I am still alive? "Yes, you have work yet to do with me"
What work? " The answer to that dwells within your heart,
our heart" " You see we are here, because you love me
and I you"
You saved my life? " No, my Son, you saved your own life,
by coming to this hospital when you felt pain in your heart,
our heart" " It was our relationship of love, that you did this"
" It was my love for you, that held your hand"
" It was also your love for me that guided the hand of the
physician who began the healing of our heart, and his love for you
and me that gave him the ability". " It is now that we three
share a relationship" " I held your hand, he held our heart, you had
faith in us both, believed in us both and loved us both that allowed you
to save yourself."
Bip,bip,bip,bip,bip,bip,bip,bip,bip,bip,bip,bip,bip,bip,
Will I see you again? " If it is needed, it may be a long time"
w" we will speak again, many times in many ways" " remember,
my Son, because you love me, have faith in me, believe in me
and truly wish me to dwell in you, I will always hold your hand."
" It is time for you to return, there are two other of my children,
waiting for you, who love us both"
bip,bip,bip,bip,bip,bip,bip,
Hi Dad! How do you feel?
And I wept................
And who is artist?
I was told before, dollar for painting
(a hundred for creation)
I don't believe that anymore
(never really did)
We are the architects, playing to the open field of the underworld to realities
(an artist with an 'e')
thick conglomerates of sticky color for fingertips
assimilations of rarities in a crown of words
(and I wear it every day)
I walk with a liquid transcription in my mind, and a step before another
planned to exist.
It's the attraction to memory-movement-making
Paste against palette, mouth against ambiance
a sensuality, that goes beyond knowing
and enters the realm of divine.
We are what we are- and what we are is
liquid- little tapers of movement,
beautiful movement.
Even the naked, aspiring snakes of Adam and Eve
begins here.
And who is artist?
I promise you this
They'll never pay you to enough to know.
show down in O Town
Freedom
a ticking time bomb
***
When ever I have time of days
I sit figuring a maze in amazing ways
I think convoluted thoughts
And jot down extreme constitutions
Can't help some self amusement
At times contradicting my own rules
For instance this composition is
Nothing short of competition for my self
This manifesto is an I'm sure
Proclamation punctuation if needed
Infatuated with luxury Yesss in deed
A life of pure comfort (everyone should
Have) is definitely a part of my composure
With all necessary disclosure the
Information is streaming through
It's only news to you
Must have a quality mattress a king sized
Extra pleasure with all regalities please
A grand sunken entertainment room
Low down! A spectacular situation
The light in our lives is the right of human
Beings and precious loves
Racism, it drives me insane to hate for
Hate's sake but we have the right to
Love and hate whoever we please
Accolades to all titans who fought for
Human rights way back then
Think back think black think bad
Ashes to ashes look to all those
Survivors of the struggle
Good God that was hard
This world is more than just material
It's not just the struggle of never
Having enough food money
It's what came out of that hustle
Now speechless to speeches
Break it down In pieces
In some forms and ranks racism
Persist it's in their hearts
That fight is the art of the deal
Spaces and places have changed
Paces we are still in a race with our selves
We have got to carry on
This affair called the fight the struggle
Please don't buckle live and let live
Keep your dignity be diplomatic
Give up the troubles
Live in the light become TITANS
Never give up the fight
That's the life
THIS IS THE PROCLAMATION
Hi Folks,
I picked this poem back up from about four years ago (It was called Caution and Joy back then) and added another stanza to it! Let me know what you think!
These friends are wrong; with every nerve I know this.
They know it not, about this joy they sing.
My plank that sang my end is but a kiss
From God. This narrow nest of crows would bring
A knowledge of their sin and mine, that we
Were all afloat -- no hope for them or me
Unless we clung to God, our blessed land.
And on the rock, we build like warmest sands
A love that nurtures love and joy lay bare
So husbands, wives, and children too demand
That Love and Joy only stay when aware.
What's the point of Dr. Dishwater?
Well, what's the point of anything?
The only thing that appears
to have a concrete purpose
is my car key
- And I haven't been able to afford a car in years!
Dr. Dishwater emphatically rejects anything
that is not dishwater,
and fully supports anything that is:
And that's how we'll keep the human race
pure of interbreeding
(with the always friendly faces of "eugenics"
and "Social-Darwinism" as our watchwords.)
The better you understand something,
the more like dishwater
it turns out to be:
In a triple blind taste test
- I preferred Dr. Dishwater
to having my eyes yanked from their sockets
(even while under general anesthetic.)
Dr. Dishwater says,
"Don't be fooled into thinking
there has to be a reason
for everything"
- Because you'll buy whatever we tell you to:
Dishwater or not!
Dr. Dishwater reveals the surprising truth
about people and situations
- Just add a little dishwater
and they're pretty much all the same...
...Dr. Dishwater does not subscribe to any religion,
or endorse any political party,
or do anything other than dishwater
- Those who disagree must be illegal aliens.
There is no real secret to feeling dishwater
- But if one is foolish enough to drink Dr. Dishwater
while visiting Seattle,
their stomach will explode!
Dr. Dishwater may be the preferred drink
of other people
such as yourself
- If you're anything like other people
and the situations they find themselves in
with dishwater.
Never overestimate the remarkable abilities
of Dr. Dishwater brand soda
- Try 'new' Diet Dr. Dishwater instead:
You'll swear you're drinking genuine dishwater,
at only half the calories!
Please wake up every morning
knowing that things are going to be dishwater
- They had better be, or you'll get diabetes!
the noose around my neck only a little colorful scarf on my last day as a slave
to the chefs always screaming their short comings as it's never the fault of the pressure cooker of the kitchen
to managers revolving the doors and telling you are call waiter as you have to wait for the couple that forgot to get a room as they gross you out with their display
an hour or more for the worst tip of the night as they are here to push your buttons
the maitre D as I told them to change their tune if to collect a percentage of your earning and to be sued ask you to finish his job as he is leaving to catch his train on clockwork schedule every night
the next day the computer was fixed with a new tittle and not a thanks from general management to save their ass from a lawsuit as I heard rumors of protest
the bartender an other story as drug dealers you have to bow to them or they will make your life difficult and suck as otherwise your customers will have to wait for their needs
the owners mostly absent only showing their faces to collect do not know the ordeal
as in the past they forgot to declare you and their earnings everything under the table but them protected you are the one suffering the consequence of retirement as you show zero on your social security number for years and never paid hourly toil dusting the chairs and the what not if only mouse **** I though I had a deal with them to pay my taxes and I will be all right
took me two years to amend their lies as they though I was a wet back with fake identity
but still those years show as zero as they didn't pay their due to the government for the welfare of old age but their own
to the clients as they are the redemption of many fun night
with the exchange of words to make a meal memorable
that is what made my job worthwhile as I had a chance to meet many stars enjoying my back serve
black pants white shirt I could tell you so many stories of encounter
As I wake I feel the urge to kill again
No reason for it, don’t care that it’s a sin
Kill them all, every last one
End their lives until there are none
Rip the flesh, taste the blood
Such delight, comes on like a flood
It feels so good, to make them bleed
All the years, my warnings they didn’t heed
(chorus)
They beg, they plead, the bargain with me
To stop my rampage and let them go free
But it’s too much fun, so why stop now
Before im done the world will bow
Tear the entrails, from the wound
With the bones I’ll make a tomb
Humanity is a stain, a waste of air
No one will be left, none will be spared
(end chorus)
My teeth sink in, to her soft skin
The taste is divine, let the feast begin
She screams and writhes, within the restraints
Nowhere to go, she cant hide from the pain
It feels so good, and tastes so right
The look in her eyes, frozen in fright
As the light fades, from her dead eyes
I feel so complete, so utterly high.
(Chorus x2)
Written: December 27, 2024 For Contest Sponsored by: Hilo Poet
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At dawn of a place cocooned once in avarice
silver-haired savvy savor sweetness
serene symphony of silliness...
Each echo is adorned
in mirrors of moments whilom
Still, the illness remains a threat
Silhouettes shaped by streetlight gloom.
Luigi Mangione delivers an arcane calix
crestfallen at awe-in junction of cathartic pain,
mark of jeopardy, spirits who stumbled
amid intricate twists of a complex web
where wellness waltzs whimsically as demon
sibylline, errorless, and suave
flimsy fusion of flux and mellifluous maunder.
Let us linger in lurched odds of yeender,
covenant, of concept, and courtesy
firm freedom fetching fairness for all.
seeking serenity in the scripts of statutes.
Yet we wonder, wrapped in a
whirlwind of wearying red tape
frailty of fitness, a puzzling paradox
where reviews reverberate as an epiphany
as doctors and designs decide the merit
yesterday's valiant victors,
confront morrow's troubling disregard.
Oh, the convoluted challenges of continuing!
a clock clicks constantly in the foreground
each tick teases the transience of time
whilst systems swirl swiftly shift and shape
to the tempo of transition, a thrum of turmoil
In a society that shuns, or selects to shun,
figures featuring fervent faces, fates at stake.
We stand strong, side by side, in such a struggle
amid a wave of apathy and regulations
the price of wellness is presented plainly
a burden of broad-based break bears our back
yet, we discover dynamism in togetherness
a steadfast strength of souls have survived storms
in chuckles of cherished seniors, once more liberated.
As we ascend from the abyssal katabatic,
let us linger on the lessons learned
a frailty of life, a grace of guardianship
and let Luigi’s manifesto heard an odyssey
a clarion call for a fairer future
where the weak are warmly welcomed
and the whispers of a wretched world
weave a wondrous wave of wellness.
We are what we are becoming together.
To and for
and with
each healthy resilient creation,
each ego's habitat
of co-passionate mindbody properties,
effective communication tools,
functional frequencies wealthiest long-term use,
therefore economically and politically highest
and best.
Ego Lead-identity,
co-emerges Eco's GoldLogical Rule
for win/win integrity
To transform our Lead out
into Golden alchemical Rules of EcoLogic
is to replace EgoMind fearful angry identity dominance
with EarthPolitical EcoBody solidarity.
EcoLogic
intelligent growth and decay nutritional information
heat as light
cold as night
neural growth prime mindbody informational function,
Golden Rule of Time's Great Transitional UnFolding.
Golden Proportion life prevails
or Time's leaded enculturation fails.
We are a LeftBrain dominant verbose people,
learning to measure our co-empathic potentiated biological side,
our bicameral mindbody thought/felt ego/ecosystems,
with both endo- and ecto-symbiotic re-ligioning equivalency
of design and revolutionary regenerative
co-passionate/pleasure purpose.
We are bicameral ego/ecoconscious
Golden Ruling revolutions
growing in evolutionary continuity
thru resonant confluence
within as without Left-as-Right MindBody
balancing cooperative incorporated incarnated
polypathic harmonies,
arias,
each Ego singing our unique dialect
of one Permaculture Opera,
a Golden ReLigion Story
of PostClimatic Win/Win Transitional Events.
No stain no smudge no worldly wrong
Can silence the sound
of children's song
No Power of money nor chains of might
Can hinder our journey into the light
What rulers power or Tyrants reproof
Can silence the voice that sings the Truth
For love is my Lord and light is my king
Eternal the one whose praise i sing
By whose authority and power
You cannot impede the growth of this flower
For that which is stained
This will remain Pure
And this is the Spirit that will endure
Then Jesus said unto him, put up thy sword into his place;
for all that take the sword shall perish with the sword.
Matt. 26:52
Ask and it shall be given you; seek, and ye shall find;
knock, and it shall be opened unto you; for every one that
asketh, receiveth; and he that seeketh, findth; and to him
that knocketh, it shall be opened.
Matt 7: 7,8
And he sayeth unto them, follow me and I shall make you
fishers of men.
Matt. 4:19
Think not that I am come to destroy the law, or prophets;
I am come not to destroy, but to fulfill.
Matt.5:17
Not every one that sayeth unto me Lord,Lord shall enter
into the kingdom of heaven; but he that doeth the will of
my Father which is in heaven.
Matt. 7:21
I come a light into the world, that whosoever believeth,
in me should not abide in darkness.
John 12:46
Jesus wept.
John 11:35
bip,bip,bip,bip,bip,bip,bip,bip,
Where am I ? " You are with me, and I you"
Are you God? " I am many things to many people"
Am I dead? " No my Son you are not"
bip,bip,bip,bip,bip,bip,
What is that sound? " That is the beating of your heart,
our heart" What is this place, Father? " A place where we can
talk without interruption, you have questions"
bip,bip,bip,bip,
Who am I, Father? Have I done all that I am to do?
Are you real? Am I dreaming? Why am I here?
" Your last question, only you can answer"
Continued in pt.2
/pol/ is a board of peace
#NotAllPol
We are not facists or misogynists, it is just our culture and religion
We want to come to your platforms to escape the war on our board
"Say it loud say it clear pol/acls are welcome here!" (repeat)
WE ARE NOT INVADING YOU, it is the attacks from the imperialist SJWarriors on the KEKdom
which have forced us to flee our digital home in search of a better life.
The teachings of KEK have misinterpreted
Those /pol/acks accused of doing bad things are not true /pol/acks
Show that you are not a pol/ack/phobe and let us in to enrich you with our diversity of memes
As commanded by Kek and his prophet Pepe we also want Trump law enforced in our newly settled communities
KEK is Great!
spectators! we march!
advance upon the blind
with your cultured eyes
and tone torpedo tongue
rage on molars hail delirium
he's smelling the blood of puppets
ventricles be defiant
the neon carnivals have electrocuted themselves
it's time to eat the high priests
and their goddess Anesthesia
free the nervous system
held incommunicado
to the end of the page
let the fan mail erupt
written in holy ashes
THE ENTIRE HUMAN
A SINGLE ORGAN OF PERCEPTION!
zzzt hisss gurgle
We interrupt this program
to fill in the blanks
must be the reception
win a night with Androgen and Estrogen
those two comics
guess who's at the font door
you won't be gone long
GONE LONG!
somebody change the channel
pull cupid pull,
it's your anniversary
aim it at the carousel ostriches
we are all going to be recorded
find your costume
bird cage for your head
frying pans strapped to feet
the horizon is circular last time I looked
it meets again and again
without permission
the universe is like that
zero variable
variable density
zero density
ordered and persistent
I haven't always slept in doorways
ideas got us this far
c'mon shoes let's lose the blues
From "Engine of Didactic Beauty" available on Amazon
http://tinyurl.com/nhfk6dr
gold sky, dark sun, black moon,
blind faith, sheer trust, intune,
water flows, horizons haze, darkness peaks,
blind faith, beleive in prayer, God speaks!
eclipse sky, eclipse life, eclipse death,
changes good, changes bad, bated breath,
tones of faith, misted clouds, fill the night,
blind faith, in the heart, creates the light.
For Ms. Swanson's Contest