Best Policed Poems
The Skyscrapers are so high; they seem to pierce the cerulean sky
Transpired by all those neon lights
So many have succumb to the city’s plight
People are distraught by the polluted stench of death in the air
Murder rate ever-increasing; does anyone care?
Concrete high rises and towering buildings form a ghetto
A utopia of poverty where drug addiction has control
The name of the forgotten enshrined by graffiti on the walls
A place where personality and pride stands tall
Cornered lives where fast money is the name of the game
A con, a player, and a hustler is still one in the same
On every street corner there is a church, a carryout, or a bar
A city that’s besieged by police brutality that has gone too far
Sedans and SUV's windows rattle from the loud deep-toned songs of Hip hop
The sound carries for avenues and blocks nonstop around the clock
The city never sleeps, so the crime never stops
Because there are criminal infested streets, policed by even belligerent cops
Weed smoke fumes subtlety filling so many lungs
The futile hum of engines at traffic lights becomes the city song
In this place of indignity there would be no pity
Welcome to SIN CITY
An x-ray view of what was before while looking for the after now
Like a resurrection and afterlife on some biblical prophecy
Be aware on the conscious for its under attack by malware
soon to fully develop into a spyware
Your mental is like your software
Operating system needs an upgrade
This virus just gave it a reboot
With simple task manager for putting on a mask
Betterment of the self is a daily update
Because the past is what you have lived and it all crashed
But we need to understand that our attention on affection is being hacked
Being scanned everyday as we usher into the era of the cyborg
Some lifestyles we need to abort
Social interaction is digitalized
friends are stranger on social media
Here was the birth of social distancing
industrialization sign in globalization to confinement
Can’t we see the danger!?, people have become invisible
Let put aside propaganda its not in this piece’s agenda
In an atmosphere filled with uncertainty
dwells fear of change with a wave of intolerance
A dominant experience at the moment is sense of grief
notion of sadness, despair, helplessness, powerlessness and anger
Fragment of blame, echo chambers of many
Negative escalation of human degradation
Issue is on face mask as the color of the skin
Being policed by leaders with empty promises
It feels like the pandemic took a 360 degrees turn
to make it a worldwide web
In some ways it has come full circle
back to localization, national budget and personal introspect
Everyone is loading their data
refresh the mind on the page
what does history show
Before the hand shakes, people kissed to greet
Here we tap our feet
Gathering set the tone of joy
Togetherness was a remedy now in a memory
We just have to stick as family
unfamiliar at a point of acceptance becomes familiar
(Continued from Part Two - 1)
Nothing of the foisoning ageold homegrownwine
strained through Ol’ Kayyam’s ever draining ruba’iyat bowl
keeps vigil in their scelerosed veins
I will slap this officious reason
In the face with wine in hand
Who so bold to slap sense into the buttressed elus
But those drunk with common insolence sense
Darius the First built a confining wall
around the Greco-Roman Empire’s eastern front
a first wall of self-will
Gengiz Khan tore it down with his sabersharp teeth
after climbing deftly through the David Copperfield hole
in the Great Wall
See how Mao stemmed the tide with his Long March
Only to wall in his Zhong Guo
An Asia within an Asia
The Central Asian Crown
to be propped up again either by vassal states
or by tribute offering nations in return for health-giving largesse
while tough little Viets struggled without wailing on bare feet
to sling the Twentieth Century’s Goldorak down to an ignominious fall
while those that weep after twenty lost centuries at their Wailing Wall
wall their brethren in a closely policed jail
wailing at every television reprisal performance
their insecure un-Godly fate in the dead sea of faiths
at the bare hands of suicidal wall breakers
hemmed in around their waists
like those fencesitters
the Greater East Asia
Prosperity builders who
let MacArthur gird them behind an Ocean Wall
silent superior-thinking men and women
unable to wish their neighbours bonjour
even after the unhealed unhealing wounds inflicted
by kamikaze samurais
walled in behind obsequious bending backs
and mechanical smiling faces
What brews in quiet what festers in stealth
Asia’s white master race
a Botha-deemed non-apartheid equal
ONE of the seven rulers of this world
(Continued in Part Two -3)
Deep below the ocean's surface volcanic vents do spew,
Fumes of pressurized oxygen with their bubbly molten brew.
Down where the water's pressure is denser than that of air,
The lava's effervescent bubbles form an atmospheric lair.
There lives within these domes of air a group of simple people,
Who've built a social structure, igneous edifices and coral steeples.
As mammals, they share the very brain within our own dense heads,
But they've learned to use it in ways we've never dreamt of nor read.
Here above the surface we use our bodies to produce economy,
Blinded by bills and schemes of capital with very little autonomy.
Unbound by bonds of profit and wealth, the people who dwell below in the bubbles,
Can feel and read each others' thoughts, keeping them in love and out of trouble.
To eat, they can summon and stun the fish that swim outside their atmosphere,
With a simple thought which emits a pulsing wave which their minds can hear.
Beyond meeting their needs for sustenance and nutrients,
They spend their remaining time playing with their compatriots.
The games they play are aimed to grow their minds that give them health,
And laugh with friends, for humor and happiness are what they consider wealth.
They have one law: the Golden Rule, which is to love all with pure imprudence,
Which is neither governed by politics nor policed by the failure of jurisprudence.
Unlike the surface dwellers above that they have become psychically aware of,
They have no distant sun to worship but volcanic light that they've grown to love.
For they make no assumptions of origins and live to learn not claim,
Reasons for light to embolden the masses with fear when darkness came.
One day these people wholeheartedly hope that their bubbles will rise to meet,
The people above who live in duplicitous splendor rather than in simplicity of unity.
How is the dew that came
Before rain and sun's flame
Gone so fast
Is it because its wet
Was only enough for shrubs
And shrubs are easy to forget
Or is that no glory last
Where the sun scrubs
White the sinews of trees?
You who once policed the law
Did also make the law
In City chambers where
Streets alone
Carry the exotic flower
Of your name
When they ask me,
What shall I answer for your shadowed fame
Between the cousins who broke your heart?
What was the legacy to the nation
Now that the Jamaican Workers
Trade Union was only root
For the almighty scion
That became the tree?
Busta gave you no rain
Manley pruned you excessively
And there was no seed after that
Except the truth
That the new Jamaica was your vision first.
I saw you once
Singing Sankey before the village shop
Canvassing the primitives
I saw a stone hit your lantern
And many more stones drop
Like bombs around us exploding your dream
The night was silent after that
Father Coombs
Had neither face nor trace again
How can a great man fall like that
The political ladder is a slippery slope
And those who climb
Must more than hope
To lead dissidents of the slime pit
Along with virtue must have grit
Buttered on the bread of wit.
And soon its May again
But now the time of workers memory is past
Until the rains fall again
Against the drought shall the dew hold fast
Will Father Coombs in white again
Raise his hands and turn and smile
To hear the fickle people call
The fickle father's name?
And shall I not tell them
Cobwebs are also significant
In the mystery of the world?
How many out there
How many are left
That policed these horrors
That left families reft
Survivors, their ancestors
News to tell
Demjanjuk the accessory
Last of your camps Hell
His liberty gone, free since 1952
Deportation granted, his health astrew
Tell that to the thousands, he never bothered to save
As the rains fall, tears on their graves
No matter their age, condition their in
The damage is done, they pay for their sin
At 89 his life's end is near
But freedom he had, not the thousands he speared
The trial and conviction will take its course
Will this evil show remorse
Sentence given as the Judge speaks
Sobibor weeps, now Sobibor Sleeps
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theorizes, surmises, realizes, outlandish notions
manifesting jibberish inside frangible egghead,
especially when attempting tip ply words struggling
to describe abstract whims fed
by fancy, groovy, heady indefinable
mind boggling ideas they weigh like a led
zeppelin inside gray matter squeezed
to the max like a sponge dark red
when saturated with near incomprehensible
thought processes that attempt to shed
light on cosmic principles, yet lack
mathematical familiarization wed
did with advanced studies in astrophysics (trace
sing pinball erratic mental reverberations
leaves me stupified about mysteries of space
time continuum, quantum mechanics,
and even how my existence came about
since the presence of human race
whereat random
evolutionary circumstances took place
on planet (un) fit Earth analogous
to skien woven of sateen lace
via some invisible hand weaving
world wide webbed warp and sub woof
fur wrought primordial miracles
ranked (within schema by human primates)
as zen amazingly grace
full promenade,
per multivarious species, now one Janus face
sing self destruction duet hoo
weapons of mass destruction can erase
entire range comprising terresrial biota
unable to escape original weeknd update
with Jane Curtain, and Chevy Chase,
and according to Stephen Hawking the base
sic global web spun via *****Sapiens
will lose role as topdog
ousted from twittering, spotifying reddit queue
over stayed plenti potentiary pinnacle,
oracle outlook netzero for mankind as ace
forced to relinguish role,
sans self anointed supreme beast
(what a beauty this bipedal hominid),
whose surging population didst increased
the process toward total vaporous xfinity zapped –
frankly tubby sub letted and leased
to another organism
not needing tubby policed.
In nature's ebb and tide
One thing for certain resides
Chaos at the foundation and flow
A continuous creation abides
Numerical desire lies
Where expression is clipped
A dark grid imposed
Protecting the future from doubt
Seen from a mountain eye
Cities divvied up
Millions of rectangles
and squares
Positive linear lust
Managed with might
Policed with rage
This IBM machine a blight
Chaos is the fountain
Chaos is the truth
Freedom will always break loose
PROGRESS
To improve win/win therapies
for past win/lose trauma events
and their degenerative systemic lack
of conserving organically healthy,
well-nurtured,
good-humored
and celebrated sacred joyful
integral
sensory-neural root systems.
CONSERVATION
To protect existing animated systems
against critical trauma events,
chronic stress,
and degenerative,
dissociative
Losing Global Wealth Conservation
AND
Losing Liberal Health Progress
root systemic mortality,
genocide,
ecocide
Tragically possible
while denying sacredness
of healthy polycultural
resilient life systems
like Green Gaian Paradise ReMemories
and RedBlooded Peak Ergodic-Erotic CoGravitating Passions,
panentheistically eco-progressive,
monotheistically win/lose wounded
ego-conservative anthrosupremacy.
Social
economic
and political
"EVOLUTION
is driven by progressive ideas
and policed by conservative sensibilities..."
"Progressivism
and Conservatism
each worry about one half of every issue,
and together,
they make sure we're paying enough
attention [etc.]
to everything that [bilaterally] matters."
Tim Urban, The Story of Us, 2020
Destroying liberty
takes away all self respecting good
Indoctrinating children into false beliefs
positions of power overturning values
Removing the way of the cross
from teachings underhanded acts
displayed against peace creates division
Replacing it with false doctrine
Shame I say on our state bodies
Unholy are the ways of pride
blind bats of envy filled with greed kills soul's
With your riches obtained by lies and deception
hidden by corrupt lawmakers the truth reveals
secrets a dark side yet to be addressed and policed
Heritics against the temple of our Lord's words
all the virtues of heaven are being removed
slowly as morals are the twisted visions
against a familie's respect and true guardianship
views on rearing has now come with a controlled status tag
Spear of destiny
I will kneel to serve you only
I pray for the white horsemen to come back
and cleanse this world of its sickness
that plagues our future generations
through ugliness lust holds position over truth
Wet My Entire Pants
If into your back I sank my claws
Do you think you could give to the cause
After both of my claws were released
Would your dead body be properly policed.
If some body must love another body sometime
Where and when in am I supposed to chime
And after long look I must be admitting
None of your poor clothes are properly fitting.
After finding myself out on a long limb
Should we do the shimmy, boogaloo or swim
Or trying to do some other song and dance
After we did a duet wet my entire pants.
Days of Life of Trump
As days of Trump's life increased
He became more of a filthy beast
Some say that they even caught him
From bottom of barrel trying to skim
All of his area should be well policed.
Jim Horn
The doves arrive, gentle creatures
heads bobbing as they walk,
plucking stray seeds blown free across the ground.
Paired matches, clutching together
in the softly shadowed rays
of early morning sun to welcome the day.
Peerless counterparts, solitary and alone
scanning the demarcation zones
marked and policed by energetic squirrels.
Boundaries are set, locked in place
periphery margins of time and space
held orderly by the season.
Winter, spring, majestic intertwined interludes
painted purple, black, blue, creamy orange
by intermittent cold and warmth rising and falling.
Signs of the time, forewarning harbingers
of time cycled in conscientious discreteness
dandle acclimation to greet the age of change.
The doves come, peering through the gleam
of light and its reflected mirrored surfaces
long methodic glances at the systematic march of time.
Embarrassed to say the least keeping composure in the over exposure Thoughts you cannot repress though policed They have mind of their own don’t they in a natural enclosure This may have been acceptable but hard to explain on a naked beach with no natural camouflage Running to the cold sea I must abstain Shallow waters an unwanted massage Could it get any worse she sets down beside me Now you decide to go to sleep
A Smidge of Sacrilidge
A smidge of sacriledge
Some sin thrown in
Then mixed properly fixed
Ate it sin commit
Some say throw away
One day ate anyway
Can't stop saw cop
Hadn't hidden God forbidden
Received reprieve did leave
Poems more for shore
James Thesarious Hilarious Horn
Retired Veteran and Premier Poet
Maybe my new style poetry will
deserve a free premier membership
to Poetry Soup. Not only that, I just
completed my 3,000th poem and am
now number 6 out over 30,000 poets.
This should be worth something you
would think. I think on brink, was lost
came acrossed Something unexpected
maybe misdirected hit hard poems marred
Was policed writing ceased. Ho ho.
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