Best Occupy Poems
The middle class here can't be saved
When 0.001% act so depraved
Their wealth without end
These royals* still pretend
Did not come from us—their
enslaved**
*The Royals: CEOs, Banksters, Revolving Door Regulators, The FED, Congressmen for sale, Lobbyists, Board Members of Big Corporations, Major Shareholders who vote for these Board
Members, Corrupt Managers, Dishonest Used Car Salesmen, Presidential Candidates with more than two Residences, Elected Presidents (and their lackeys who pretend to regulate but look the other way)
**The Enslaved: Workers, Career Regulators who are trying to protect the public, Honest Hard Working Citizens, Students--some with oppressive loans, Immigrants, Soldiers, Police, Firemen and Firewomen, Parents, Children, Orphans, Disabled, The Sick, Small Business Owners (who don’t hire lobbyists), Volunteers, Health Care Workers, Welfare Recipients, Inventors, Investors, Entrepreneurs, Actors, Artists, Journalists who do in-depth investigation (not like those with FOX News, ABC Radio or many other of the outlets where they mouth the status quo), Non Profit Corporations, Charities, Teachers, Transportation Workers, Waiters and Waitresses, Dishwashers, Servants, Farmers, Managers, Ship Hands, Cooks, Unemployed
Author' s Note: Have been at Occupy Wall Street 8 days in the past two months--which is why I haven't been here--plus I have to work. Miss you all, but it's for a good cause. I am very briefly seen on Conan's feature: Triumph the Insult Comic Dog at Occupy Wall Street if you are looking for some humor with a little umph.
Categories:
occupy, happiness, life, peace,
Form:
Limerick
Infuriated by greed
so we Occupy city streets
tired of being lied to
divided by tyranny
of the Elites
sickened by offshore banks
ran by gangs
known as the Fed
while political infidelity
shakes the White House bed
What happened to the basic foundations
for which this nation was built?
maybe the people’s aggravations
will identify our leaders’ guilt
No justice lies within this
“heads they win; tails we lose”
so now we take a stand
against their scam
because we’re through with the abuse
Categories:
occupy, peace, people, political, social,
Form:
Rhyme
The more we focus on what shines inside
That has us taking this amazing ride
Living life's highest high's
To the stars, so we can mystify
About our love, we won't let slip by
In a place, we can both occupy
Where we see the beauty eye to eye
Baby, it will never be about saying goodbye
You sure know how to make my spirit fly
The good lord would testify
How you taught my heart to reach for the sky
You have to know how hard I try
To give you my love supply
Energising what grows so deep inside
Knowing we have concord love far and wide
How wonderful it feels living without having to hide
Opening up a world that we can justify
Where our life is so electrified
Love that brings on life's most rewarding high
With a woman, who magnifies
All the love that reflects from your eyes
Categories:
occupy, desire, firework, god, heart,
Form:
Rhyme
How strange this thought alive tonight,
My own recollection, birthed and taken wing;
How beautiful in flight...
How strange, I think:
A broken heart makes no sound
Soft or loud to fill the air...
Sheds not one drop of sweet red blood;
Strange..this hard jawed pain
The most mortal wound inbred
Does not kill...does not strike the body dead.
Not for the privilege of life
Nor the nectar of surcease
Are we thrown back into the arms of the living;
A deserted bride standing bitter stiff
At the bottom of an endless stairway
Dressed in designer rags...
Holding close a handful of tear wet rice...
The cheap promise of vows taken twice
Beneath a canopy of flowers
Torn from the earth...
But these flowers gift no fragrance
Or soothe the lies above the dirt.
How strange, this farewell to laughter
In the pale silver fullness
Of time allowed
To the end of innocence
To the end of time
And the end of questions...
How strange these thoughts alive tonight
Some bitter measure of relief in practiced comfort
Still suffice for those who do not look too closely
Into Autumn's promise - however - forever given
That Winter will not linger
In stark affection
For some un-numbered night without a name.
And stronger souls than I
Will guard my life
Under deathly cold, impartial snow...
How strange,
To Occupy this singular place
Of living thought fragile as spider lace...
Standing alone on a side walkway
Leading to a cold and silent house
Still waiting for me to come home.
How strange, to Occupy the pain
Of the bloody footprints
Leading away;
How strange these thoughts alive tonight
Of what was my own
Hard earned safe Haven...
Supposedly, for ever..and beyond forever
For all those beloved to come after the Promise..
The Promises I made...but could not keep.
How strange...
An empty house can cry
The same dark tears as stronger souls
Will try to hide...
How strange.
Categories:
occupy, introspection,
Form:
Dramatic Verse
Student's find their voice
All the people must be heard
Time to make a choice
Categories:
occupy, political, social,
Form:
Haiku
There is a head game
that none of us wants but
it's there anyway.
There is a head game
that interferes with what we are trying
(in all of our fumbling ineptitude) to say.
There is a head game
that distracts us from quality of life
to
the quantity of stuff for which we must pay.
There is a heart game
that giggles and grins and cares....
I wanna go that way.
Categories:
occupy, love,
Form:
Rhyme
One crystal goblet cloaked in vintage dust
Stands silent sentinal to nothing
In the middle of a great stone alter
Laid to waste by time, and the memory of Man,
Who ever was a firm believer...
One crystal goblet remains a fruitless legacy.
Ancient tongues and politics hear nothing
But the echo of the emptiness;
Gather rhetoric slowly
To the corners of each nameless mouth
As testimony to the truth
In all its convolutions...
(So easy to save face when you have two)...
In secret chambers sullen and discordant
Hushed reminders turn forgetful
In the silence of neglect and need --
Sightless in the face of greed.
Retire the ages bound in blood red leather,
Dry as ancient children's bones;
Passing immortality promises worth of no value -
Wealth beyond a life of fading passion
And accumulated years......Power:
One percent of Power;
Power to those who once danced here
For unrepentant Gods of War...
Starving for their golden Kings;
Starving for each and every thing.
Death is their lament; no blessings ever fell
To split the night asunder.
In ecstacy's deepest trance reviled
They danced around a dark and bloody alter --
That crumbling pedestal where upon resides
One crystal goblet of wild perfection
Made obscene;
Shining claret to its fluted rim
And guarding nothing but its own beauty...
Rejoice in nothing but its own fullness,
Beyond the bitterness of truth abandoned.
And in that fullness, only dust...
Simply dust and full of nothing for our children's children.
Crystal goblet politic still lingers on
Into today
Or for a few eons more of lies
Trapped in that darkness...
And history always makes us pay
In dearest cost - in every way
For crystal goblets...
One percent lead
Ninety nine percent ahead
Of living memory...
Occupy Democracy
Independent style..
Occupy...
Categories:
occupy, history,
Form:
Dramatic Monologue
What makes you think of all the lies laid down
Like pavement bricks in poisoned ground
Cracked and gray like prison dust;
Who makes these rules...
Who do you trust..?
What makes you think in all our Books of Law
Where tiers of privilege rub truth raw
Lost freedoms granted the deepest purse
Too easily chase a rich man's thrist...
Leave the poor to kick and scream
Each single soul judged still unclean
With no rcourse except for Green
So hard to find...so seldom seen.
What makes you think forgiveness comes with neeed
A trilogy of pain gone mad -- of hatred, lust and greed
Blood sins accrued while hunting fears
From stolen shadows pale as tears
Abyss deep oceans..deep as years.
Who lives in Citadels of Gold
And rules us all from White Abodes
Those pristine rooms above the fray..
False roads of ignorance that lead away
To deepest, hard core yesterdays
With Death the only coin to pay.
What makes you think in all their selfish schemes
Democracy, a live, expensive dream
Woven out of whole black cloth
A wedding gown of somber troth;
Who planned this March into Nowhere...
Betrayed our birth with vicious care...
What makes you think through all their secret plans
And all they hold with grasping hands
That they will share - or understand
Our shouts demanding Fair Laws Land
What color hate behind a smiling face...
What selet elite would ever trace
The elected history of a People's Grace...
Now fallen into shallow graves
Behind a promise bought with slaves...
What makes you think they would repay,
Or for one moment truly kneel to pray
With honor lost so long ago
To a Puppet Master's bloated ego
Behind their eyes,corruption grows
In sterile ground, 100 Proof
And none - as yet - to see the truth.
What makes you think....
Categories:
occupy, faith, loss, tribute,
Form:
Dramatic Monologue
Sometimes I am angry.
Sometimes I wanna scream
'bout the injustice I see
every day.
For example
a Wal-Mart employee
who's only been late to work three times
in seventeen years
wakes up one day
feelin' like ****
calls in late.
Goes to work that day.
Two days later wakes up
in significant pain.
Goes into work anyway
calls doc to set up appointment
is told
Yes, we have room two weeks from now
for you.
Please bring your $20.00 co-pay.
Don't have $20 to spare
So guess the $43.15 deducted from every paycheck
for health “insurance”
Isn't enough to support
whatever lifestyle put this system together?
Ok, I'll die from you, but at least I have
Decent
Moral
Compassionate
Caring
friends.
We ARE the 99%
Categories:
occupy, adventure, work, work,
Form:
They look down from their penthouse and turn up their nose.
They see us all as a murder of crows. Bunch of pests and foul nuisances trying to eat of their crops.
Not sons and daughters and mommas and pops.
They don't want to hear of our lower class rambling.
Why shan't we continue our financial gambling?
Their scarecrow is the media which deems us all decadent.
We shall not yield the cornfield, For we are the 99 percent!
Categories:
occupy, angst, business, history, life,
Form:
Open your eyes.
Open your ears.
Try for just tomorrow to set aside
the prejudices you don't believe you have.
99% is a big number
Consensus is a neat process
It takes ALL of us being awake and active
to make a difference.
Categories:
occupy, death, prejudice,
Form:
occupy wallstreet
protesting from a five grand
laptop computer
Categories:
occupy, political,
Form:
Haiku
I loose myself - self occupied
Inside of me - darkness applied
It spread its wings - has me on strings
A set of things threaded together
I'm not stupid - I'm really clever
I'm living now - I'll live forever
On a thin cord - I lost my armor
I lost my sword, I see no light
No reason more, I have to fight
I loose myself - self introspect
There's nothing more, I can't reflect
I loose myself, I judge me harsh
Judge me steep and judge me rough
I judge me tough - I'm stringent
Dry, bitter, crass, I'm so grim
Inside of me - darkness did win
Spartan unkind, I'm so crusty
I'm so young, but feel so rusty
Frozen blatant - Bitter severe
I loose myself - inside my fear
And when I think there's no way out
And towards death I want to shout
Come please and take me
What's life about?
Quickly light happens - On smooth surface
I'm starting slowly - To see my face
It's love refraction
I look to love
See it's perfection
Love truly needs
Zero correction
I turn my eyes away from me
Cause only then
I will be free
I turn my eyes
Away from others
As love it is - I will discover
Love is for me - Love is with me
Love isn't examining me
Love is defining me
I'm transformed
from inside out
Now towards love
Thank you I shout
Occupy your mind with love
All time is love
Categories:
occupy, love,
Form:
Quatrain
I don’t live in a tent
But in my heart I too occupy
Part of the everyday 99%
Perturbed, precarious nation
Leaders ambivalent and anti compromise
Poor schoolchildren denied
Welfare women restricted
Diminished services for sick and elderly
“We can’t afford it!
While those who deny live lofty
Not yet gnawed by hunger, cold and no roof”
To protest, demonstrate
First Amendment – peaceably
Healthy youth, aged, homeless
Misfits -all
More than just a right
Ignorance, inaction left a vacuum
In tents or on the square
Peacefully or under arrest
Regain respect
Have the rich pay their share
For teachers, police
You bankers atone for greed!
As profits mount for the 1%
We can’t all be hypocrites
Where is the fairness?
Where is the justice?
Where is the future, our tomorrow?
Do you hear us?
You can see us –
And we can see you too!
I really don’t have to occupy you
I am a resident
I am here to stay
Can you see and hear me now?
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Categories:
occupy, political, social, me,
Form:
Free verse
Let none say that I did not try;
A tragic bundle here I lie;
Through half-closed eyes I recognize:
Slim shadowy forms flow by.
My scraggy mate lies by my side;
Loyal to a comfort I provide;
A fremdship that in times reminds;
Of yearnings satisfied.
Numb to a putrid, stale estate;
Numb to my mouldy, urined state;
I claim and occupy this space;
To compliment my fate.
The scrumbled note laid at my feet;
Is not to beg for sympathy;
Nor do I seek your empathy;
It is a fix I need.
Categories:
occupy, humanity, society,
Form:
Rhyme