Best Nationalistic Poems
The writing is on the wall.
The writing is on the wall, an old saying used even until today
for those found lacking or deficient, Divine judgement is on the way
It means that there has been a weighing done on the scales of justice
by an impartial God who knows us, and the good or bad we practice.
The writing is on the wall even today, in our ultra modern society
for those who choose critical and independent thinking, instead of piety
for those who deny there is a God, or who simply worship in their own way
for those whose judgemental hypocrisy is super abundantly on display
The writing is on the wall, for all warmongers filled with nationalistic hate
For all those inciting our youth to violence, malevolent voices that resonate
The writing is on the wall, for those who say good is bad, and that bad is good
and for those who kill the innocent child, it's well deserved and understood.
Writing on the wall comes from the Bible Daniel chapter 5 where the Babylonian King is judged by God's handwritten cryptic message on the wall. The prophet Daniel interprets the writing and the King was killed and replaced that same evening. Consequently the expression the writing on the wall portends judgement and destruction.
John Derek Hamilton
April 19, 2016
Categories:
nationalistic, bible, evil, inspirational, judgement,
Form:
Quatrain
I'm an African, with an American attached to my name,
a lot of cultured people like wearing nationalistic, hyphenated accessory
My people arrived on a no-class ship when they came,
ashes and sackcloth are a part of every country's wardrobe history
A lot of cultured people like wearing nationalistic, hyphenated accessory,
it feels good to be dressed in the colors of a pretty flag
Ashes and sackcloth are a part of every country's wardrobe history;
blood, sweat and tears can't be packaged and put in a bag
It feels good to be dressed in the colors of a pretty flag,
just don't make waves if you see some spots on the cloth
Blood, sweat and tears can't be packaged and put in a bag
sad to see all that labor get eaten up by profit hungry moth
Just don't make waves if you see some spots on the cloth,
as long as your conscience is clean, everything is alright
Sad to see all that labor get eaten up by profit hungry moth
minimum rage living is the upper-class' dignified plight
As long as your conscience is clean, everything is alright
My people arrived on a no-class ship when they came
Minimum rage living is the upper-class' dignified plight ---
I'm an African, with an American attached to my name
Categories:
nationalistic, black african american, confidence,
Form:
Pantoum
A tribute to 159th Birth Anniversary of Dr. Jose Rizal
Soul of a hero ignites,
With the use of mighty pen he fight,
From the colony of other countries,
Hail your greatness, it stays in our memories.
Dr. Jose Rizal, your life was an inspiration,
Born to defend our beloved nation,
You are really an intelligent person,
Writing poetry was your greatest passion.
The spirit of nationalistic was in your mind,
Helping Filipinos shows that you are kind,
Your heart dictates to do the right thing,
To fight for freedom, history remember your writings.
Runs in your veins Malayan royalty,
Bloodless revolts spread easily,
By your pen that is considered mighty,
Shout for joy, Philippine Independence for our country.
This poem dedicated to 159th Birth anniversary of our Philippine National Hero
Dr. Jose Rizal
Written by: MPS
Categories:
nationalistic, hero, history,
Form:
Rhyme
One island;
one people, two nations
Dominican Republic
Haiti
An island split in two
by European colonialism,
a most vile economic mechanism
One part of the island
was controlled by France
The other part of the island
was controlled by Spain
The saddest part of this deal,
is that those two separate people are the same
Split in two
by a nationalistic name
Some be Haitians,
some be Dominican Republicans
One island;
one people split in two
Posterity's children will ask:
which one are you?
Categories:
nationalistic, culture, history, perspective, truth,
Form:
Free verse
I am a Muslim, I’m not a “terrorist”.
How can I be a terrorist
when I’m against all kinds of injustice.
I’m against every act of sin and evil.
I hate all kinds of crime and even loathe
what Adolf did to the innocent Jewish people.
I hate what God hates; He (Allah) hates oppression.
I’m against stealing, against taking away
people’s loved ones and belongings for no reason.
I’m against suicide bombings,
against racism, against ignorance,
against self-harm and even derision.
What God hates I hate and God (Allah) hates
oppression. I hate it too when people fight
for foolish nationalistic reasons.
I’m a Muslim; I follow the true religion
of mercy from Allah the Most Merciful
Who simply wants us to answer His Call
to believe in Just One -Just One God of all.
So don’t call me a “terrorist” when I clearly
don’t have a ‘mass destruction’ weapon
and my goal in life is to
be with our God (Allah) in Heaven.
Categories:
nationalistic, allah, devotion, education, god,
Form:
Rhyme
WAR
Senseless killings
Barbaric and animalistic desires
Necrophilia and sadomasochism
Blinded by nationalistic pride
All out war
So babies have no where to hide
Drone attacks on hospitals and nurseries
They bury their corpses
In cheap boxes
Bombs and guided missiles
Strike targets from the sky
The innocent are murdered
So I ask why
Technology is pushed to its very limit
Seals fire shots with laser that beam it
With accuracy and precision
But what is yardstick to politicians’ decision?
Resources are channel to produce victory
The masses are slaughtered
So again we repeat history
Both sides of the wall commit atrocities
The resurrection of man’s innate beastiality
Collateral damage caused in every surgical strike
And then we face reprisal
Explosives on trucks and even on a bike
IEDs!
So watch where you are stepping
Women are foes too
So be careful with who you re helping
Suicide bombers looking for soft hits
Same was the 1960s and the 21st century is a repeat
Nukes and ICBMs
Delivery is eminent
Annihilation of the subhuman race
And to put our names in history’s place
Dooms day arrives
See the markings of World War III
Orbital bombardment from attack satellites
But all you see is
Red light
Blue light
Then we are consumed by fire
I shall live beyond this day
So the devil is a liar
A million boots put in harms way
And with their blood they shall pay
Love ones wish they could stay
And pray not for that day
Torpedoes launched from submarines
Tomahawks fired from cruisers
The battle for oil and land
But we are all losers
War!
Categories:
nationalistic, war
Form:
Haiku
Democracy faces the greatest peril
when corrupt and paranoid politicians
with their delirious speech promisingly
Preaches the false idea of Fraternity
the country is awake
and they sleep with their
narrow nationalistic ideas
Reform is a lost practice
for they are indulged
in series of unlawful acts.
Who said ,' India is a poor country' ?
they have foreign bank accounts
pounds and dollars
all hoarded up here ...
The love for the Motherland
now buried with Gandhi...
he must be weeping
over this poor state of deformity
Wish I could revive those lost glories
where India was a book of beautiful old stories....
Smriti Jha
Categories:
nationalistic, allegorylost, lost,
Form:
Narrative
He was growing old and senile and his hair began to fall,
And he perched on a stool to tell accounts of the past,
Of how he’d fought for his country and of his manifold valiant deeds,
Speaking of patriotic comrades who’d long returned to dust.
His neighbors sometimes thought that his stories were a joke
But elders who had understanding of the past
Knew his honesty and the truthfulness with which he spoke;
But we don’t hear his tales today for the old Musyoka passed way.
Not many mourned him, perhaps only his children and wife,
For he led an ordinary uneventful lifestyle;
He had a part-time job and a family, calmly heading his way;
The world did not know when death took his nationalistic smile.
When thievish politicians die of eating too much
Their sinful corpses honorably lie in state
While spoon-fed sycophants give crammed eulogies,
But a freedom soldier quietly succumbs to his unfortunate fate.
It seems the greatest contribution to the wellbeing of our republic
Is to lie to the people and severally break your unfeasible promises,
But the patriotic soldier who lays down his life for the country,
Goes unnoticed to his grave without the minutest of praises.
The earnings of a politician are more than their service,
But a patriotic soldier gives up his life to protect his countrymen,
Yet his pension is small and old age and disease the only rewards,
And an ordinary death awaits him at three score and ten.
It is easy to forget old Musyokas for they live no more,
Even disregard that such heroes ever went to the battlefield,
But I hear heart-rending cries from forgotten graves yonder,
Where old Musyokas and their devoted mates restlessly lie.
They cry, “sons and daughters, we died like common folks,
Yet we are the reason why you enjoy the peace you have,
We lost our arms and legs and most of us died cheap as a fox;
Will you deny us a simple and costless thing such as honor?”
I loathe hearing the fallen old Musyoka and mates haunt me so
But I’m not the commander-in-chief of the land,
Nor am I some legislator in the August House,
I can’t honor a fly, but old Musyoka won’t understand.
Categories:
nationalistic, patriotic,
Form:
Verse
Nationalism,
like other faces of narcissism,
multicultural cynicism speaks in ways devoid of integrity,
authenticity,
global transparency,
empathy,
active power and authority of and for,
from and toward, resiliently positive energy,
compassionate wealth of health,
resonant power,
regenerative EarthPassion,
more like internationalism,
like other faces of polycultural embrace
v monoculturism's attacks
Psychological, and yet political,
neurological, and yet also macro-economic,
ecological, but holistically E-CoOperative Networked,
messianic, yet also eco-bodhisattva theocratic,
non-violent commissions
and enthusiastically non-sectarian sacred missions,
universal Yang with unitarian Yin truth with beauty principles,
LeftBrain bipolar, except within RightBrain dipolar, co-passioned,
ZeroSum secular Energy Resilience
winning by also winning ZeroZone Light/Power sacred Source
Healthy paradigmatic systems
re-engaging intuitively wealthy FlowPower,
Here co-arising not not Now, again reiterating
WinWin 4D space within ZeroSum bilateral time-range
Political and economic arts of proportion,
balance,
symmetry,
ego/eco-passion
informed by LeftBrain articulating rational sciences,
deep learning authentic nutritional values
for yang's egalitarian trust-conserving system strengths
with yin's compassionate energy/power,
liberally effluent, yet deductively efficient, resilience
Across full-color living canvases
dynamically revolutionary lyrics
indigenously positive deviant choreography,
Power and energy creation paradigms
multiculturing robust evolutionary health-flow charts
mapping effectively co-operative reverse-hierarchies,
eco-art cooperative therapies for political and economic ego sanctuary,
co-passionate expression
Left with Right,
West with East,
North with South
polypathic multicultural power/energy
feeding ego's Earth CoPassion
Communicating across resonant bilaterals
far more resiliently than mere nationalistic
ballistic narcissism's
short-term
anti-empathic
survival of the not fit-iningest diverse non-violent health strategies,
integrity policies,
non-partisan procedures,
non-sectarian passions.
Categories:
nationalistic, bullying, community, health, integrity,
Form:
Political Verse
Abandon Hope All Ye
Who Enter Here
Ever the edifice
The bold and self-serving statue
Proud ego stamped
In the courtyards and squares
Of those who have diminished ( ordinary )
Ever the hero who by guile
Steals the heroes burial
With self sacrificial offerings of ballot boxes ( rigged )
Ever the flag waving
For the faceless dictators
Who by money and army medals adorned
Assume control
Via coup d'état ( or money )
Ever the religious fanatic
Behind Iattola, priest, missionary and Papist
Ever the quiet and raucous rapist
Of faith
Ever the secret of power hunger ( sanctioned )
Allowed to dictate
Through political expediencies
Ever the murder of country men
To rule the country
Ever the nationalistic barrage of pride
For coloured cloth
Defines identity
And not humanity ( human )
Ever the innocent left to bleed
To fill the coffers of nameless greed
And ever the hate to feed
The racial, political and religious idiocy ( bigotry )
Ever the door which opens
For men and women returning home
With the triumphal marches
Of black body bags
Ever the tear gas, riot shield and rubber bullet
Ever the faces of Tienanmen Square
Ever the bodies of The World Trade Centre
Ever the terrorism of lies
Ever the truth denied
Ever love defiled
Ever the innocent left to bleed
To fill the coffers of nameless greed
And ever the hate to feed
The racial, political and religious bigotry ( idiocy )
Ever the door which open
Welcoming home
Mothers and Fathers
From their long days labours ( ordinary )
Categories:
nationalistic, history, life, recovery from...religious,
Form:
Free verse
DON’T GET ME STARTED
1. About taxes, we have to pay them so why bother
Wasting breath complaining? And they’re spent on
Useful stuff like nuclear weapons and world-tours for
The Prime Minister and keeping teenage shoplifting kids
In jail (where they belong) and allowing major embezzlers
Or inside-traders to be under light-supervision on open prison-farms.
2. About Richard Nixon, a president who got caught
Doing what practically every president does,
And did trivial things like achieving rapprochement with China,
Ending the war in Vietnam, and signing nuke treaties
With the USSR. What a waste of time.
3. About bees, because why should I put up with stings and all their buzzing
Just for honey, when I don’t even like honey or beeswax?
And don’t tell me about the hexagonal architecture of honeycombs.
Buckminster Fuller did it better without stinging or buzzing anyone.
4. About sushi, which is a bit too fishy for me. I hate fish,
With those big staring eyes in the shop, or floating pathetically
Around In the shrimp-pan gazing accusingly at me.
5. About Australians, wanting applause for kangaroos, wallabies or Melbourne.
How about a round of applause for Canada for having beavers, or the RCMP?
6. About rap “music” which really should be called crap music
7. About dogs
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( Don't get excited, politically, sexually or architecturally. No nationalistic or animal rights complaints, please. It's only a funny poem.)
Categories:
nationalistic, funnyme,
Form:
Free verse
Is life truly good healthy wealth
because I wanted it to be that way,
or because it truly is good health wealth
that we all want to become?
Yes, probably both.
And the reverse might be pathologically true as well.
One Elder saying
less often found in wisdom literature
than versions of Golden Rules and Ratios:
"Never harvest more than half."
This self-taking acts both ecologically
and analogically
as a Reverse Golden Rule.
WinWin ecopolitical and psychological
positive optimization of health outcome
rules and ratio estimations:
Never ego-take
more than half of what you need,
want,
prefer,
believe is your right
in cooperation with Others' competing rights.
Golden EcoPolitical Rule, Corollary:
Always give back and re-invest grace received,
at least half,
with WinWin gratitude.
Because the healthiest, most robustly resilient, flexible half of ecological ratios
is LeftBrain Both-And blind and mute Yin
co-arising dipolarity,
bilateral co-intelligence
of yin plus yin equals yin times yin
and, thus, yin-squared-fractals
are equivalent to holonic-holy-sacred double-bound octave harmonic Yang,
4Based geometric thermodynamic dimensional
linear and symmetric plane balance,
the enculturing landscape
where Yang remains contented
timelessly with always re-investing in RightBrain Yin
as Mother Earth
has ego50%/eco50%
re-invested in creating ecopolitical you.
Is life truly good healthy wealth
because Ego wanted me to be that way,
or because EarthLifeTribe truly is good health wealth
that Ego wants to continue becoming,
conjoining,
dipolar co-arising
WinWin?
Life is up to half about how you choose to play our relationships
with you,
but the remainder is about which ecopolitically ruled and ratioed games
we have learned to play,
WinWin global species democratic
or WinLose nationalistic
patriarchal dominant,
ego-ubercentric plutocratic,
Elitist EcoPolitics,
lacking our fair-share of grace to re-invest in Earth
and gratitude for health50%-wealth50%
patriarchal50%-matriarchal50%
yang50%-yin50%
convex50%-concave dualdark 50% gifts received.
There are other Elder teachings
about Yang Light and Yin DualDark co-gravitating nurturing flowstreams,
Earth's original revolving-spiraling ecological Mentors.
Categories:
nationalistic, caregiving, earth, education, health,
Form:
Political Verse
Fascism has grown cancerous maturity
to pathologically enforce
what mere nationalistic military-industrialized supremacy
would patriotically endorse.
Supremacists of race or gender
or metaphysical systems of personal as political investment,
mistake allegiance to icons and idols and pledges
of national privilege
for personal passion and investment in gratitudes of love
for EarthTribe's WinWin Lands with blessing waters,
Gaian Principles
of Organic Health Co-Governing Procedures.
Against fascist growing cancers
degeneratively erasing
what EarthTribe optimal regenerators
are more matriotically embracing.
Categories:
nationalistic, culture, earth, gender, health,
Form:
Political Verse
The poem we can`t write
Make it clear poetry is redundant
poets write verses packed in wool
only other poets can understand,
they are usually about love and peace
but no one is listening.
There are of course nationalistic poets
who advocates war they are listening to
and often recited by politicians.
***** spiritual music called the blues
are the poetry of the oppressed the rest of
us write pedestrian poems are forgotten.
So forget that you can write poetry
that is not based on the suffering of the soul.
Categories:
nationalistic, abuse, africa, age, blessing,
Form:
Blank verse
Combat....
though morbid in nature, there is a sense of beauty....
for example -
the bullet and it's chamber
the slickness of steel, and the power of the trigger
which together correlates the symphony of motion
from the time the trigger is pulled, to the
daunting escape of a bullet, and then finally to the penetration of it's victim.....
Quite morbid... yet hauntingly beautiful.....
Then come's the bullets quintessential cohorts
The Chemical and The Armored Car (a Tank)
The brutal barrage of steel cartage
crashing into unstable masonry
then the soothing smog of golden mustard gas...
The echoed shrieks, the violent shakes,
the bloody eyes and mucus filled noses
whose violent episodes finally conclude
when the eyes of death stare back at them...
Quite morbid.... yet hauntingly beautiful....
The finally... how can we forget the noble foot soldier?
his footsteps, silent to the earth....
out of the hysteria and chaos
two men, two weapons, and a whirlwind of emotion
nationalistic pride, paranoid fear, and scattered tranquility...
A sign, as is to say....
"I don't want to fight, but I have to..."
Which all correlates in the thrust of the bayonet
a twinkle of blood, and then finally the gentle weeps...
Quite morbid.... yet hauntingly beautiful....
Categories:
nationalistic, beautiful, beauty, death, pain,
Form:
Free verse