Best Masses Poems
New Age Poetry For The Masses
0' WOW! I can write like this too
emotions, deep emotions spilling
on my keys!
Hot butter oozing in my brain
Midnight the sun shows to effect
Bus ride today was brutal,
old tramp begged for a dollar,
I tossed in a quarter and smiled!
There was a dark stain on my shoe
O' LOOK! Heart cracks in tune.
And daisy cried ALL NIGHT.....
Words, words squiggles that be so crazy
My ramblings impress the fools.
My night is boring and I am word lazy.
Signed, rambling heart on my sleaze.
10-10-2015
The loo enters during summers,
The chill penetrates in the winters
The ceiling leaks during monsoons,
The mosquitoes sting like harpoons
Came to the city with many dreams
From the lands of plains, valleys & streams
Came to the city, to earn a living, with wishes
The mirage of untold, unforeseen riches
(The City) Pulled them into its greedy claws,
Hiding it’s own weaknesses, it’s flaws
What have they become here, now?
Forced to make their heads bow,
As a driver, sweeper or domestic help
Confined to their lowly class, like a slave’s whelp
Ridiculed, raped, beaten, manipulated
Was it in their fate, to be cheated?
Were they not happy, in their valleys, their farms?
What drove them to the city, in great swarms?
Will they ever go back, escape?
Or will the city life forever hold them agape?
My footfalls echo; touching down before my shadow,
City of souls passing on crowded sidewalks; drowning in self
Deathly cacophony of indifference engulfs our ranks like a silent murderer
Will you hear their lingering cries, amongst the howling winds of change?
But is it really change or self indulgence that propels us into the darkened void?
Spout forth your words of wisdom, of success, and of a life of untold blessing
Still you turn and spit in your bretheren's face; you cast him out with stony heart and icy gaze,
Your words become as ash in your mouths; love left in chains, weeping in eternal darkness,
When we gonna make a clean slate; you know we're bound to choke on all this hate,
And it's an eye for an eye till we're deaf dumb and blind, so who will make the difference in the end?
Go down to the gutter, you who speak freedom and equality; lift up countenance to our people,
Lest you become prideful and unwavering in unbridled varocity; learn forgiveness before the chance is lost,
"Love the sinner and hate the sin", say the church sign, screaming at the multitudes.
I've walked through palaces and through historians halls, but I still cant find the virtue,
We all believe in charity, but where's all our humanity; lost in politics and legal prose?
I ain't no judge, I just know whats right, and I ain't no preacher, but we gotta spread the light,
Standing alone on the corner on Houston's north side, feeling the cold wind blow,
Dowling street full, cardboard testiments raised in desperate yearning, begging in humility,
Lights changing in time with humanity's stride; still they call out eager to live, to climb, to find solace,
What say you great America?
Speak....
Robert Chirino III 2015
ages of death, past deeds done
corridors of history,we beat our drums
yesterday's blood, washes our hands
armies we march, bring out the band
we carry sorrows, for all mankind
they run through our veins, crawl like vines
tomorrow we say, we'll find peace
reality is, death always feasts
bright expectations, a promised ring
nothing but war, it's what man's heart sings
greed and corruption, food for his soul
blood flows from his hands, calloused and cold
struts through the ages, death is his quest
pounds two fists, upon his chest
I am here, he screams, for all worlds to hear
looks to Heaven with disgust and sneers
man is sick, hate in his heart
cripples his soil, all its part
tomorrow extinction, he'll be no more
a blemish on nature, an open sore
hope is surpreme, last minute stay
from all the evil committed this day
some cry out, save us our fate
cry never heard, it came too late
ashes remain, to cover man's face
nature begins anew, let them state their case
12/28/15
If the masses works a slaves and servants
For these politician… great and giants
Poverty will prevail
More families will fail
There will be a war of the plants and ants.
For follow the leader contest
When we agitated, they said we are mad
But they never cared to make us glad.
When we erupted like the volcano, they swore
But forgot our hearts that they tore.
We asked for necessities
But we were chased away by their securities.
We cried, that they might pity us,
But we were left alone to bear our cross.
We are supposed to be under their umbrella,
But we weren’t sheltered, hence we had to surrender.
Food isn’t affordable to eat,
And its been long since we’ve tasted meat.
Under the wicked sun with its rays red,
We saw their shinning daggers to dread.
All we asked for, is food, clothing and shelter,
But we were assaulted, and ran helter-skelter.
Politrickers, mock us not again
For our struggles would’t be in vain.
If we could survive these troubles,
We’ll forget the pain of these struggles.
Make your
poems
clear
so that they can be
understood
by all who
read
them
Clarity should be you goal
The truth should not be in the hands
of a few
But should reach the hearts
of the masses
Humor has its place, assuredly
But poets must work hard
to get their
respective messages across
Some people say
that Bob Dylan and Mr. Springsteen are
the true poets
They have great talent no doubt
But words on the page (read in Silence)
can enter the heart's core
and change you forever
Peace, poetic brothers and sisters
Villanelle: The only thing the masses can buy
The only thing the masses can buy
That’s not listed on the stock market
The one-way ticket out of our sky
They scrub they shine they barely e’er cry
With no bats to defend their wicket
The only thing the masses can buy
Marx and Engels tried to tell them why
Yet unions all the reasons forget
The one-way ticket out of our sky
Best show on earth watch democrat ploy
Big Ben Speaker cry “ORDER” and fidget
The only thing the masses can buy
Yet the masses sell votes on the sly
To slice bi-cameral house in secret
The one-way ticket out of our sky
Duped by spam tv fearful and shy
See they why Socrates kicked the bucket*
The only thing the masses can buy
The one-way ticket out of our sky
* "The trial of Socrates (399 BC) was held to determine the philosopher’s guilt of two charges: asebeia (impiety) against the pantheon of Athens, and corruption of the youth of the city-state; the accusers cited two impious acts by Socrates: “failing to acknowledge the gods that the city acknowledges” and “introducing new deities”.
The death sentence of Socrates was the legal consequence of asking politico-philosophic questions of his students, from which resulted the two accusations of moral corruption and of impiety. At trial, the majority of the dikasts (male-citizen jurors chosen by lot) voted to convict him of the two charges; then, consistent with common legal practice, voted to determine his punishment, and agreed to a sentence of death to be executed by Socrates’s drinking a poisonous beverage of hemlock." (Source Wikipedia)
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2018
Haunting and haunted,
These visages with lacy, saponaceous curds
Depending and plummeting,
Do I on the pebbled porcelaneous integument
Of the whitish shower floor scrawl.
I wonder, as frothy masses of foamy, bubbled soap
In the shower traverse mine body and ripple and course
Undulant across my sinews, driven by the pound and pour of the
Plunging, cascading cataract of pressurized shower water....
I wonder, I mull and I ponder over the
Accounting, the tally, the sum total of those
Ephemeral faces by soap and pressured water engendered:
Those ghastly and spectral faces which precipitate
Diluted, water-blasted soaps have, in
Soppy, splashy, soap-lashing
Depositions on that pebbled floor atop of which I stand
(Or did when the inspiration for this poetical work mine
Did, whilst erectly bathing, occur to me)
Yet how many multitudes of these
Through the course my myriad bathings and showerings;
How many of those horrid, demonical, haunting and haunted
Physiognomies did I of a moment
Indirectly will, if you will, into being-
Even whilst the shower coursed pluvial and pouring waters thundered all around?
This man refusing to enunciate
who sounds like someone’s missing marbles found
by his mouth took a vote in which escape
has hands-down won against rolling around
a schizoid tongue by an everyone-but-one
to one-against-which-one-won margin, stubs his toe
on stakes in the ground and moves swiftly on
from religious talk to an amputee’s hop,
thus dealing a crippling blow to choked upon balls
made of glass in so doing, shifting their hopes
from tongue to a$s until no-one calls
no-one else for help, assuming he’s dead as the Pope
who still enjoys a game of quick marbles
with only himself and ghosts of the gargles.
It is now too late for you to
Straighten up and
Fly right!
You have failed to pass
The test of time.
It is too late to love your neighbor
There is nothing left to do now
But go back into the nothingness
From whence you come.
Day and night will no longer
Be separated by the sun
And the moon.
The sun will no longer co-operate
With your demand for light.
The children are suffering
My elders are unhappy-
And do not - want to live
Upon this planet again.
All the worms have turned;
Every punched has been pulled;
You have failed to pass
The test of time.
No more shall you remember
the promise of eternity.
The moon is blood red
The rivers are bleeding,
Mother Earth’s blood.
She has been savagely raped
And abused.
I will not restore knowledge that has been
Lost or misused.
You had the law and
you did not use it.
To those of you who have been
so unkind an untoward my creations.
You have failed to pass...
The test of time throughout the ages.
Fire rages
I am speaking from
my God-mind.
I am fed up
Finally.
When the grid
Breaks; And the earthquakes,
"Too late to remedy the plunder."
The senseless murders and destruction.
No way to balance the metabolism
No way to love your brothers
Of different colors.
Back to the void--Back to the nothingness,
that you were before
I imagined you.
I am now rescinding my breath
Revoking the stewardship.
I will in one million years recreate
a new species.
They will decipher your written words;
And they will create laws that ban the ways
Of you new primitive men.
My new species will not
invent ways to ignore me,
I will pattern them after the Amish;
They will be good stewards of
"Mother Earth".
and...Will become at one with the
With the universe and Its Laws.
But as for you, your time is done;
Back you go into the dark hole.
And you will become undone.
No-one on my new planet
Will discover you.
You have failed to pass
The test of time;
There’s no way now to keep time.
Now there are no righteous left, to
Make things
Right.
Blessed are the ones that have
Already transcended
Before times words were rescinded.
And I who created you:
Decided to end it.
Message to the masses
Concerning the madness...
Copyright © Vicki Acquah | Year Posted 2018
I stood within the masses
as they yelled out you are not one of us
and felt relieved
Message for the Masses
We are more alike than different
Our aspirations, believe it or not, divine;
Created through love and fantasies,
Separated, by the confines of our minds!
Minds that houses thoughts, with
Clouded visions of reality;
Another’s version of the truth,
Through eyes too blind to see!
See the world as it was meant,
All colors, races and creeds;
Living in peace and harmony,
Assisting each other’s needs!
Needs that We all share, with
Opportunities that helps us to grow;
Together, our displays of excellence,
Will allow our potential to show!
We are more alike than different,
Our minds see the others’ needs;
If we view life with optimistic eyes,
Together, we will all succeed!
Written By: Sarita A. Milliner © 1/8/17
Huddled Masses
on a bus
the closeness of fear
traces life’s boundaries.
©11/27/2017
submitted to – 2 or 3 LINE POEM – Poetry Contest
Weapons of mass destruction
a time for mass production
this is the way the world will end
in silence, this is the way the world
is ending in violence
chaos, religion, and super media
stars in a new world order
of electric cars and topless bars
fury for the masses
shatter the hourglass
as shadows are coming to pass
move foundations of rot
Lord of the despair hear the fury
the fury for the Masses
See them pave the fields
of gold, green, and dreams
in blacktop for a parking lot.
Poverty-stricken housing
built on the backs of…
Our Native Son.
First Nations run…
The first man of this land.
Time will watch seasons come
As the money will burn out
running out of time out of sanity
to watch this landscape
escape from light of morals
let reality fade, resting on one laurels
burning the flame, all there is shame
break the rock shattering of the tower
fury for the masses feeling the power.
Swing the hammer watch it strike fire,
fly into a bright brilliant sky, desire
money for the need, the need of the masses
This is the way the world will end
maybe in microbes or strip malls?
This is the way the world is ending
in the Power of Greed and entropy...
Lock and load the weapons of mass chaos
feel the bright sun explode
Reflecting in eyes gleaming watch
the bomb come as a cloud of death rises
watch the mother pray
Fury for the masses.
Money for the need
the need for speed
watch oblivion coming
watch the union of families breaking down
watch the government crumble in all its technicolor shades
the hope of the poor a better life dream, decaying
lock and load let the guns explode
Lockstep to the Government food chains
a world blinded by a kingdom of fools
hate rules, a child cries
Fury for the masses
this is the way YOUR world will end…