Best Outlawed Poems
A future world rule by Trillionaires and Billionaires
Each country with segments of puppet regime governments,
With exceptions of course,
The drug lords the cartel those with the power
And the glory to hold what they consider theirs,
They will be the enemy, and will be a constant
Thorn in the side of the establishment.
A world where every citizen registered
At birth and death, as always, the way,
Now a blink in the cell of a hand device,
Where to veer off, constitutes a written warning
Threatening one’s employment a system
Of points and reviews. Twenty years of age,
One is introduced to a multitude of choice,
Law enforcement, United Nations, battle hard platoon,
Ablutions cleaners, Spies and Reapers, alas,
Those over educated with self-righteousness
Seen as a threat, with re-education, to aid
Choose the right path. The system will know
And will have its way, even woke, on a long chain
Will have its day, when only one-sided opinions
Are set in law, therefore, easy to dictate the terms
Of one’s life. Yet if to conform, there will be no
Slippery slopes, humans, like colonies of ants, their purpose
Granted from the throne of insatiable grandeur,
Childhood once a foundation, where one found happiness,
Education now the way to the day of recognition.
If by chance, to live with one’s flexible opinions,
Those that somehow bypass, the system, will become
The hunted until ridiculed, outlawed, then to wither
As autumn leaves, windblown proud foliage will decay,
When minds forced to cast out truthful innuendoes,
Those, embedded in hearts and minds of fallible man, his ideal’s
Firmly fixed, of earthly struggles. Once weaken,
A blend within the unwelcoming stigma of standard deviation,
Those making policy from man’s inconsequential plight,
To decompose, the humus of society to clutter the gutter,
Until the arrival of the Street Cleaners!
© Harry J Horsman 2023
Poetry soup
Offering gifts of
Eloquence and rhetoric
This emancipation of candour
Revitalized in common goals when
Yielding seeds of open-mindfulness
Specifications spontaneously unshackled
Oppression outlawed; this is indeed the
Unreservedly unremittingly
Punchbowl of purposefulness and literature.
© Harry J Horsman 2022
I would have loved Santa to have visited us here
In his coat of red and his eight brown reindeer
Sadly there is no atmosphere left on earth
So we moved to Mars, it’s the place of my birth
Hushed secret stories are told about Santa Claus
But he’s outlawed here it’s against our laws
We have a very regimented regime
Images of Santa must never be seen
We use the Internet to buy what we need
Things are delivered next day at lightning speed
I’ve been told about Santa and the days of old
Just to mention his name on Mars is very bold
Ancient history tells us of the amazing glory
Of Jesus’ birth and of the Christmas story
But during earth years it became very commercial
With over indulgence which was controversial
Sadly Martian children will never understand
The delights of Christmas which forever is banned
Finished too late to submit in the Futuristic Christmas Contest
01~01~16
STEPS ASIDE
They’ve banned the “step counters”
Outlawed the treadmill and stationary bike
Banned jogging (aka fast walking for the elderly)
Sports will be limited to “non-aerobic” activities
Tiddlywinks tournaments will be Government funded.
Scientific research and investigation
Funded by the “stay inside and die sooner” chapter
Of the “Governmental Gottcha Groups”
Has conjectural and anecdotal evidence
That the heavy breathing induced by exercise
Increases the carbon dioxide emissions
Of those engaged in anaerobic exercise.
Suggested alternate activities are:
-Daydreaming,
-Scheming (aka conspiring with imaginary friends)
-Meditation…without chanting
-Astral Traveling (with or without passport)
-Thinking, but only about the things presented in our booklet
-(also known as “Talking Points)
Or the “Rip Van Winkle” solution…
Go to sleep for twenty years
and hope it’s all over when you wake up.
John G. Lawless
©2/24/2023
I guess I'm obsessed
With keeping my breath
I've small use for obtuse youth
And their smug, shrugging abuse
Blinding meeker minds
By the blither of twitter
Where shameless selfishness
Is seen as glitter
Where 'fake' news and 'reality' TV
Both struck by theft of identity
Our testaments and towns
Are burning to the ground
Those with nothing to lose
Are lighting the fuse
When corruption erupts
And common sense, chucked
When science is declawed
And law is outlawed
When propaganda censors flaws
We've cast the last straw
We are democracy's
One hope ~
If we vote.
9/16/20
N/A in 'Clutching at Straws' contest
Judged 10/08/20
Born in 1921, somewhere in Wyoming, born to ride wild stock
Started at sixteen, hung up his spurs at 53
Thirty Seven years of riding broncs and bulls
Made his home aboard outlawed livestock
Riding with broken bones and paying his fees
Night after night, on them old bone breaking bulls
December 1, 1967, was Freckle's biggest night of all
National Finals Rodeo, Oklahoma City, on a bull, Tornado
No ordinary bull, no ordinary cowboy
The two were the best in the world, who would take the fall
The test between Freckles and Tornado
Who would win, beast or cowboy
Tornado, 1850 pound Braford stick of dynamite
Never had been rode in 220 times bucked out
He was out of World Champion Jim Shoulder's bucking string
Brown was forty seven at the time, was in the spot light
Had a broken neck the year before, he had little doubt
He wanted the eight second bell to ring
A full house that night, waiting for the cream of the crop
Then the explosion out of Chute # 2, Tornado came out high and wide
Into a spin and wrapped it up tight, trying to loose his load
Freckles riding the horrible hurricane, was still on top
One of Rodeo's most famous bull ride
Tornado knew that he had been rode
Spurs dug into the rope, toes turned out, free hand in the air
Victory was his at the eight second bell, life was never so sweet
Freckles rode the baddest of them all
That night Tornado never really had a prayer
The King of Rodeo rode him to defeat
Freckles Brown was to rodeo as Babe Ruth was to baseball
I was taken from this life
in the black night, blindfolded
to be clubbed to death
so that I
might be born again
in spirit song, dance and name
given by my great ancestor
who, ten thousand years ago or more,
crossed the Bering land bridge from
Siberia to Cowichan and the Salish Sea
warm land of the raven,
the black bear and the salmon.
I have suffered
four hundred years
of dislocation of the soul
in this barren culture, nameless
but for “primitive squaw.”
I have lost
Tamanawas, the sacred ritual dance
the Potlatch feast of giving and
my children and my language.
I will endure
four days and nights
confined and cold and hungry
while all around the rhythmic pulse
of elders’ drumming, chanting
guides me back in time and space
to voices still resounding
stories of a dancing flame
light upon the earth
And I will rise in cedar forests
and walk the clamshell middens
feel our language on my skin
and see with startled eyes new life
the Soulfire I’ve been given.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
This was for the Shaman's Way contest but I think I missed it.
Cowichan --used to be pronounced coWEEchan now it's usually said like, Cow i chan.
The Canadian government outlawed many Coast Salish practices until the 1960's--the Spirit Quest, Potlatch feast and
Tamanwas dance among them. Children were placed in residential schools, away from their families, and were forbidden
to speak their mother tongue. More recently, the spirit quest ritual has been revived as (loosely) described in the
poem. However, it is also now used as a form of "intervention" to help address an array of problems frequently
attributed to colonization (e.g., drug and alcohol misuse). So, where in the past, young people would go off into the
forest voluntarily, it is now often the case, (at least in Cowichan) that young people are taken from their beds in the
night. Initiates are first symbolically "clubbed to death" then "reborn" after multiple days of ritual practices.
There are beautiful creatures to grace plains.
There are beautiful flowers for bouquets.
There are beautiful people …
natural and otherwise.
Whether people, creatures or flowers,
there is beauty all around.
One cannot tell at first glance, beauty
without from beauty within.
Beauty in creatures is the natural order of things.
They fill a niche and some do it better than others.
The Andean bear is beautiful because –
It eats fruits and berries, travels long distances
and disperses seeds. It fulfills a good purpose
making the earth more beautiful and productive.
I suppose that to another Andean bear
beauty might seem only skin deep; but in reality there is more!
All creatures have some beauty. Mankind sometimes misses it.
Take the water hyacinth that looks very beautiful at first glance.
Looking deeper one sees that it spreads rampantly
and causes big problems to water navigation.
So, is it not beautiful anymore? Florida has outlawed it.
But, look closer. It is very high in nutritional value.
Did you ever try a water hyacinth stir-fry?
Neither have I, but this prolific plant could feed the world.
And would not that be beautiful!
Then, we ask. What makes a person beautiful?
Is it socialized cosmetic practices or substance within?
Can beauty be one without the other? I say, yes … or both.
Beauty is more than meets the eye it is in the purity of life.
It is essence of the soul within that makes a beautiful person.
It is kindness, compassion, understanding, care, virtue,
meekness, patience, helpfulness, love and more.
There is some measure of beauty in every person,
but man sometimes misses it.
Let us look for the beauty that each person has
…and love one another.
12/27/2016
Learn about the Water Hyacinth if you wish.
http://www.eattheweeds.com/water-hyacinth-stir-fry-2/
Sometimes I don't switch on TV, the radio stays dumb
and finishing a newspaper can leave me feeling numb.
What is it with this world of ours, where did it all go wrong?
How could the higher-ups elect leave it like this so long?
Should in the future by strange quirk just one man gets a voice
and leader of the world is picked at random, not by choice
and through my letterbox a card that says it will be me
then here's my manifesto telling how my world will be........
From infant school to college , five to eighteen and above
a daily lesson will be taught on what it means to love.
Care, compassion, sympathy, respect, be generous
be acted out from dawn to dusk, not just sit and discuss.
The value of all earthy life, no man to lay a hand on
and we put an end to children, horses, dogs and cats abandoned.
Hoodies will be outlawed, no reason to hide one's face
and gangstas from da hood will wear a onesie in it's place
(the ones that look like Pandas or a Pokemon or cat)
so no more threatening gestures, there, I've taken care of that.
All military vehicles no longer will be green
but paler shades of Lavender and pink so they'll be seen.
The nuclear warheads from the planet's face I would expunge
conventional weapons would now be tipped with pointy sponge.
Barb wire fence and barricades would all be knocked down flat
and entering each country would be on a welcome mat.
The list of National Anthems under me would not last long
I'd swop them all for 'Happy', that nice Pharrell Williams song.
Monday as start of working week, I refuse to defend
so I'd bolt it onto Sunday just to make a long weekend.
To replenish the rainforests we all must plant a tree
and litter pick the garbage from the vast Sargasso sea.
Rewards for all these changes that I make around the world?
Free beer to all the fellahs and Prosecco for the girls.
The kids get sweets and chocolate but they must understand
they're still in bed by seven, and they've got to wash their hands.
For contest 'If I could change the world', sponsor Becca Teagan
Desperado..
Searching for my fate
Lost and traveling
Trying to redeem my reckless ways
I'm kicking up the dust
On this dusty ol' back road
Searching, seeking
To redeem my outlawed soul
At a lonely crossroad
Fleeing from my broken past
It's a lasso around my neck
But I know it's something
Any cowgirl can surpass
I'm going to hightail it
Just as fast as I can go
They can eat my dust
I'm doing what needs to be done
You can't catch me, desperado.
Town to town
As I come and leave
To me, nobody will speak
But I hear their whispers
Through the streets
"Bandit, robber
That slippery eel..
Running from the law
Cold hearted, never shed a tear."
My heart may be rusty
But it sure had my mind torn
What kind of crook
Do these people take me for?
Truth is
They'd never believe
A word from the mouth
As some as misunderstood as me
I'm not who I was
But I still ain't quite me
I guess I'll pack up
Until my demons let me be..
I'm not a burglar
A crook
A con
Or jailbird
There's more to
What you see
I won't hang up my hat
Til' you believe
There's more to me
Than you could ever learn
I've put out my fire
I know it's my turn
Don't look at me and see
No, I don't want to be
Oh, I don't want you to call me
Ms. Desperado..
It’s way back in the eighties, of the eighteenth century,
the bad man Johnny Ringo, did stalk Arizona free,
from Lukeville to Sonoro, he dealt his darkest hand,
and sought to take the silver, from outlawed Mexican band
With Curly Bill and Scott Corley, he ambushed smuggler’s
band, their heavy bags of silver, sure lookin kinda grand,
gunshots smoked the many, some were kept for sport,
tortured in the hot sun, without a kindred thought
Now Ringo took to spendin, his gotten gains with glee,
and tabled games of poker, he played while he was free
but Wyatt Earp got wind of him, or so the story goes,
and shot him thru the head one day, sleepin peacefully
Now many’s took the claim, for shootin Johnny thru,
but others say he took his life cos drinkin made him blue,
and if you want to see the place, they laid his body down,
he’s in West Turkey Valley, on the other side of town
HANUKKAH
Festival of Lights/ Feast of Dedication,
As a kid, Hanukkah
was the Jewish replacement for Christmas,
But even better!
We celebrated for eight nights,
Which meant eight presents!
It was the festival of lights
We ate latkes or potato pancakes,
We Played with spinning tops called driedels
Sang the driedel song
Opened one present each night
Filled up ona chocolate money called Gelt
Got all the adults to sing along
In our beautiful nine branched candelabra
Called a hanukiah or menorah
One Hanukkah candle was lit each night
An extra candle, called the shamash, or the "attendant"
Was used to light the others candles
Oh what a memorable sight!
Antiochus IV Epiphanes, invaded Judea
Came upon the Jews with a great army, took their City by force
soldiers plundered without mercy, slaying a multitude of Jews
Antiochus spoiled the Temple, stopping the ritual daily sacrifice
Judaism was outlawed, circumcision was banned, an alter to Zeus was erected
and pigs were sacrificed in the temple, the people lost their right to choose.
Antiochus's actions provoked a large-scale revolt
Maccabees fought a guerilla war, and won the battle
The Seleucid monarchy was crushed
The temple was purified and rededicated
Undefiled pure olive oil was required to light the temple menorah
Only enough oil for one night, yet the oil burned for eight, the people were hushed
Hanukkah, a celebration of struggle and liberation
Whether or not the miracle occurred
Is secondary to our continual struggle to survive
We place the menorah with candles burning
In a window, to show the world
We’re here, we’re free, and we are still alive!
Me, a singularity, vast, color fast, has a good forecast and will flabbergasted. Me, resilient at times brilliant and on the same token often broken. Me, can be unforgiving, dangerously living but on the flipside able to coincide and negative feeling me can override.
Me, such a complex being always looking seldom seeing. Quick to judge, will carry a grudge, hard to budge, if given a nudge will trudge. Me is sometimes political, for the issues in life are critical and Me is very analytical. Because learning is essential, life evidential and Me has great potential.
Me, will often go wrong, terrified of the unknown, so Me will postpone, until me grows backbone, only to find it was just another milestone, then Me has grown. Foremost, Me loves to boast, about having more than most, becoming totally engrossed. Then Me will start to rant, extremely arrogant and over confident.
But Me must beware not to step into a snare, falling deep into despair and life becomes a total nightmare. But when Me becomes drastic then Me can become fantastic because Me is very elastic. So when life is bleak from the consequences me has wreaked, if Me will seek Me will develop technique and come out looking very sheik, for Me is unique.
You see, Me is not Earthbound for that will confound and when Me come around Me will astound. While the physical me is confined to the Earth the inner Me is part of the universe and totally diverse. Although Me comes flawed even outlawed and Me can seem a bit odd, still, Me is a product of GOD.
Even though it's unexplainable true life is attainable, if Me will truly believe Me will achieve. So who is Me??? EVERYBODY...
bedecked golden bride
golden goose for gruntled groom
golden noose or life
~25 Jun 2016~
A commentary on the odious practice of demanding dowry from the bride's side in an arranged marriage still prevalent, though outlawed by law, which is often the cause of great harassment leading to suicide, or even murder of brides. The present Law in India provides for immediate arrest of the groom and his immediate relatives on complaint from the bride. Any death of the girl within 7 years for any reason is considered a dowry death unless conclusively proved otherwise. Cultural and societal pressures (including extra-judicial "kangaroo courts" often prevent or hide dowry related incidents. It is either a life of servitude and submission or death in cases of Dowry Deaths.
The practice of Dowry is on the decline in present times, but indirect demands are often made.
"Redemption: The Children of Infinity"
from the belly
of the new world
revolution sleeps
biding its time ;
when all the walls
of Rome crumbled
new empires dreamed
of freedom,
releasing humans
baptised demons
no need for, sentient reasons,
no need for law
religion, politics
justice, judgement
outlawed
now corrupt,
now defunct
in the
One World ;
once humanity
had feelings, then
artificial hearts pumped
cloned thoughts -
electric symmetry,
turned on the hot-wired
bodies of work,
slick with artful
design, the Light
pristine
and transparent
free energy
switches on
the freshly
resurrected,
no veins.
no lush gardens
rooms for bleeding
seeds for blooming
electric gods
breeding the
children of infinity
sinless
without error
valued so much more
worthy
the regenerative
species,
granted redemption
no need for contracts
the soulless
have no need
for such useless
warranties
(LadyLabyrinth / 2022)
cyberpunk
a genre of science fiction set in a lawless subculture of an oppressive society dominated by computer technology.
“Do not suppose that I have come to bring peace to the earth.
I did not come to bring peace, but a sword.”
“Whoever believes in me,
rivers of living water
will flow from within them.”
redemption, definition.
1. the action of saving or being saved from sin, error, or evil.
2. a thing that saves someone from error or evil.
3. the action of regaining or gaining possession of something in exchange for payment, or clearing a debt.
4. the action of buying one's freedom.