Best Order Poems
Financiers feel superior to farmers
and pundits have it over poets.
All to the good because if you think America's
doing just fine, don't skip to the poetry reviews.
Our enemies are barbarous, our allies duplicitous
but our smart bombs are smart - that's how they found you.
Dad said all wars are resource wars. Follow
the money. The world needs more order, nothing
less than Nazis, never may the anarchic man's thoughts
be my thoughts, each shove sends a ping,
shields urge on shields, helmets helmets, we can be
the reigning kings between the last empire and the next
or implement a vision of collective deliberation
and binding agreements. Can China's navy
be harnessed to ensure free passage through
the South China Sea? We'll see how
things work out in the next generation.
In the meantime should I read Henry Kissinger's meditations?
He who thinks poetry's effete
probably considers Darwin a geek and Einstein
a postal clerk. Containment means leaving space
for the passionate and zealous to face themselves
and giving them missiles that don't work.
Slowing everyone down until one thing's done well -
governance or sustenance or brotherhood.
When violence comes to the neighborhood
the hierarchy will hold or fold, it is then the peace work proves relevant.
Failing to achieve understanding, we're searching outer space
for an entity to unite us as humanity.
That person, or city, is consciousness.
By that what is meant. Sitting still and thinking deeply
on the relation of anger to coercion,
systems for correcting the decisions of earlier presidents.
We're required to report incidents of depression
to a doctor because you're a valued member of of our community
or so insignificant no one notices or cares.
How necessary the interface of war and poetry!
Some people like to say that I am crazy
to think our sovereignty we’ll one day lose;
to think all countries under one umbrella
would ever be discussed or make the news!
But if you pay attention, you can hear
world leaders saying things I find absurd.
They’re going to “build back better” everything.
A notion crazier I’ve never heard.
They can’t build better governments or cities.
There’s nothing they’ve done better yet at all!
The progress made in health or crime prevention
is getting worse - their progress is so small.
This New World Order’s nothing but a joke -
a joke on all the world, and those now free
will realize how much they’ve lost at last
once all have bowed down to technology.
If patriots can't win, our freedom’s GONE.
The puppet masters do not care one bit
for you and me. The evil filthy rich
desire a world with most of us not IN it.
I’m teased for things that some folks disbelieve -
like Revelations or Illuminati,
but there are wicked beasts behind the curtain,
and New World Order’s OZ won’t be so pretty.
The banks sit high atop the pyramid.
We’re underlings that world elitists hate.
Folks hypnotized by lies of media
are unbelievers I cannot debate.
The proof of what I say is all around
in statues, number six and signs they give
to one another, and right out in open!
One day with chips inside us we will live.
The beast’s own mark is coming. This I know.
To live, we’ll need it on our head or hand.
How easily they’ve got to us already.
God help us! New World Order won’t be grand.
April 20, 2022
For Robert James Liguori's New World Order Poetry Contest
Gets book
Takes look
Vast choice
Likes ‘Joyce’
Her smiles
Beguiles
Brown Eyes
Trim thighs
Red lips
Slim hips
Pert 'ass'
She’ll pass!
HUGE chest …
Impressed!
Ted’s rash
Pays cash
Wants bride
By side
His home
In Rome
Joyce flies
In skies
On plane
From Spain
His ‘bride’
Is WIDE
Huge bum
And Tum
Not young
Ted’s stung
You Lied
He cried
Fat cow…
Leave NOW!
Any poem written in March NOT for a contest
Sponsored by Laura Loo
03~21~17
In this tangled web of chaos,
trying to untangle my being
of this spider's lacework;
if my soul will just assent
to a haven of order.
11/2/2014
I sit here twitching, shaking, in a panic
I don’t want to do this again, I hate feeling frantic
Don’t let this happen, don’t let me slip away
Into the darkest depths of my mind, nothing to say
At first these experiences seem inviting
But here there’s no such thing as deciding
The light is so bright and luminous at first
Until its’ quickly dimmed and the pain it causes hurts
The darkness creeps in like a predator
With the dim light as it’s’ competitor
Who’s going to win this time, this fight?
Who’s going to give the hardest bite?
Stuck between pure happiness and sadness
There is no explanation to this uncomfortable madness
Waiting, waiting; for this too shall pass
While the emotions in my head encompass
My heart surrounding the insufficiencies of my head
The feelings so heavy as if my heart is fashioned out of lead
Like I’ve got shackles on my hands and around my feet
In this state of mind everything seems obsolete
Tomorrow reveals a quiet world with words unspoken
From a tender love that was ravaged and lost
A heart once rich now poor and broken
By yesterday's betrayal and the amount it cost
Yet in coldest dark there's a flickering light
To shine and glow where your shadows form
Its splayed light rises and the heart is warm
1/28/17
contest Seven for Chaos and Order
Our bodies are made from stars,
The lustrous sanguinity of speckled nocturne,
The dispelled chemistry of supernovas.
Trillions of years old,
Trillions of miles traveling,
We are children of spacetime.
Our bodies are made from stars,
Our psyche emerged like fire
From star formulas of life’s order.
Spontaneous beings,
We always were and will be.
Our bodies are made from stars,
Any omnipresent maker certainly expected
Our rollout in animated evolution,
And positioned us opposing
The universal drift toward chaos.
But assembled with molecules,
What then is our place in the universe?
Our bodies are made from stars.
Outside
The streets are thronged with people
Chanting empty slogans
Mindless minions
Dancing to a globalist agenda...
W.A. CHOLT. Copyright Fergal O Reilly. 2017.
"Well, how ya doin?" he asked
placing his foot inside the door.
His face became a sneer
as he recognized her fear
that only strengthened his resolve.
"What are you doing here?" she said
leaning her body against her side of the door.
She couldn't smile, didn't want to frown
as terror coated her tongue.
"Well, I come to see you, dahlin." he cooed
leaning lazily against the outside jamb.
"Dontcha think we could talk awhile .... "
"No!" she screamed. "No, no go away." she sobbed
pushing at the door.
Suddenly, he moved. The door slammed shut.
Inside she stood trembling.
He shrugged, turned and walked away smiling
having accomplished his mission
in their escalating war.
Slowly he drove away to a liquor store
and after putting a bottle in his car,
walked leisurely down the street to a gun shop.
In his gait was a little hop.
~~
~~~
~~~ Dedicated to all the men, women and children
who have lost their lives in domestic disputes ~~~~~
Disrupting the general flow of the ruby blaze,
As ghosts, there are shadows in the haze.
Air-filled skeletons, bone-filled skull,
Sneaking in the shadows, stained by the dull.
Alluding to cruel as zesty and delicate as sour,
Lying expertise of apt words and clear power.
Like a bursting fire against a robotic device,
A chaotic request is like blossoms and tree slice.
I'm cruising through a vast ocean of worry,
And scream at the swift currents of destiny.
Consistently, news shows up in a foaming rage,
Which my reasoning could then arrange!
I succumb to impulsive complex troubles,
From across the world, there were struggles.
Keeping trust that others will concur with me,
I'll make certain to convey to you my sincerity.
Since that bear near what will mend desire,
In return for virtuous air and no nuke dire.
For journalese, there last saporous sighs,
Which deal the world may aim for arise.
Probe into my modern Coronavirus flyswatter,
Who am I behind the hazy mask marauder?
Turn into a fellow of the New World mastery,
A nonhuman, scared, and iron-fisted society.
Consuming rotting husks to fill their stomach,
Inadequacy's meal served in dirty dumb luck.
As vacant hoists in cobwebs made of whin brace,
These remain the terms of dozing brilliance.
Written: April 08, 2022
1st Place contest winner
New World Order Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Robert James Liguori
Proudly the white tummies purposefully sauntered forth
Orange arrow beaks decidedly pointed
Stubby feet not nearly strong enough to hold them up
Yellow mirrored eyeballs, reflecting the sun
In sheer giddiness, frightening the menfolk.
I stopped the wagon train and gave them a stern talking to.
Yes, I am the wagon master, thank you much.
And this is the Wild Venus, not the Wild West.
It is a new world, of course.
Unfortunately when I stopped them, they fell over
Onto each other’s laps, making the menfolk laugh and laugh
Making me sorry we had given them their lobotomies before we reached destination
It was the only way we knew to control their testosterone,
Of course, it was my idea, one of my worst I later discovered.
We resumed our journey after they all regained a semblance of composure
Our pet menfolk and our pet yellow-bellies.
I smiled, knowing I might have been right all along.
Women would rule the Venus colony
TVs would be banned, and no animals would be harmed
In cages or hunted or trapped or any of that nonsense.
Some other women came to my wagon that night
We formed a sing along bonfire, and we laughed and talked well until morning.
Knowing our menfolk would be more than willing to get up with the
One point two children we had allowed ourselves and our
Yellow penguin brigade.
Congratulating ourselves on our new status
Rulers of Venus, Committee of Sixteen,
Power of the Woman
In Charge Forever
Until we realized sixteen women cannot agree on anything.
Without at least one or two opinions from the yellow penguins.
That is when it all changed. And they slyly took over,
Feeding us the feminine-out-sauce that took away our will and our minds.
Well done white tummies. Well done!
So, it starts years ago, with protests in the streets
People allowed to lay on the road, block traffic
Then, start fires, attack police, as they’re told to stand down!
Criminals with 18+ offenses free to roam as they please
Thousands others were released from prisons by Obama
Illegal immigrants were allowed to surge into our country
All while violating laws, without consequence!
Now, we have a new president accused of obstruction
While Congresswoman Pelosi, obstructs congress
Withholding articles of impeachment, after the vote!
Hollywood actors and actresses are threatening our president
Even offering to accept money to assassinate him, take his head!
All of this without consequence!
We have the group ANTIFA attacking supporters at rallies
Assaulting people, spitting in their face, without consequence
Then, we have sanctuary cities protecting illegal immigrants
They don’t even allow ICE to do their job accordingly!
Instead, they release them onto our streets to be free,
With prior records of rape and murder!
Now, we have all these problems with Iran happening
But if you look back in time, Obama sent 1.7 billion dollars
He sent the money on pallets to Iran, funneled to terrorists!
All of this was without consequence, no accountability!
This is only touching upon part of what is happening
These are things happening in the United States!
We are losing law and order and without it we will fall!
Heidi Sands
1/7/20
Is your house in order, or do you keep running for the boarder, maybe you're a life hoarder?
Like so many others do you feel your world is shrinking, with a feeling inside like you're sinking so you pick up a bottle and start drinking, which only brings about stinking, thinking.
And you know things have gone awry when people's conversations are all about me, my and I. While injustice is being swept under the rug and we look for happiness in drugs. If that's what you prefer then your house is completely out of order.
Whatever your situation you need to seek immediate salvation cause if you take a look at the world and look at the times, you can't help but see the unmistakable warning signs in a world that prefer to remain blind.
Just look at how the world is now setting the stage, no longer turning the page, unexplained rage, is The Bible right have we come to the end of an age?
And you won't escape by plane nor by cars. Check out N.A.S.A. and the rich they're in a race for Mars but they too are behind bars.
For time grows short and we are about to be judged by the Highest Court. So if you feel somethings amiss and you want to stay out of the Abyss then it comes down to this.
If your house is straight, see you at The Pearly Gates.
If your house is fair it could use a little repair but you're pretty much square.
But if your house is a mess then it really needs to be addressed because you are in danger of being hurled into The Netherworld.
So it's to stop being a hoarder, tucking tail and running for the boarder, take a stand and get your house in order.
This booth i'm in , you call a body
apparent problems , wiring shoddy
can't get thru all the busy signals
rush of the race , eluding victuals
can't get thru with simple affection
are they harnessed wrong , disconnection
is comprehension a distant voyage
where i'm now speaking a foreign language
is the dark pit of self so deeply entrenched
where thirst for knowledge will never be quenched
long distance calls from this booth i'm in
dialing the right number is where to begin
as long as i remain on the right frequency
at least avoid world's subsequent delinquency.....
Food for thought , all for naught
line is open , if it's sought.........
Springing up, like a cactus sprout, after the First-World-War,
The concept of New-World-Order did not touch deeper core;
Like, water drop on lotus leaf, it stood touched and untouched,
Sometimes it appeared ditched; other times, again, it got clutched...!
Thompson Woodrow Wilson thought of International peace,
Is peace, so simple? Do tensions within minutes get ease?
Did he, yet, ever think of such concept, in any way?
Or, any other leaders, on this, their opinion say...?
Is it a ploy, like monkey becoming judge for the cats?
Or, is it like the fox asking the crow to sing, as tact?
Why did the race-course stop, in midway, as though at random?
Hare lost or tortoise won? - Why no information, solemn...?
A New-World-Order, indeed, is prerequisite today,
It's not like an advanced nation, swaying power away;
Nor like an alien troop beyond nations control the rule,
And making all others, as though asses, permanent fool...!
New-World-Order is a system, in which, concord exists,
Peace and prosperity, among all citizens persists;
Caste, color, creed, sect, ethnic variations are erased,
Dealings midst beings are always compassionate love- based...!
Poor and needy, like twigs among bouquets, should have their place,
Care for others, like horse-tack, should control the cut-throat race;
Each, in this planet, should have their essential piece of land,
If anyone lacks, others, like brothers, should lend their hand...!
World, as made by God, must turn like the Garden of Eden,
Fresh air, fresh water, measure freshness should ever deepen;
If one thinks, this thought is Utopia, let this be one,
Won't striving toward such a state be an unending fun...?
24 April 2022
New World Order Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Robert James Liguori