Best Proles Poems

We see them sitting in towers
carved from ‘learned’ ivory,
insulated by their tenure
from the world of reality,
poisoning their students minds,
putting bad ideas in their heads,
the kind that in a century
left one hundred million souls dead.
They know they face no consequence,
they even blacklist all others,
it’s the students...

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Which way leads to the 
land of green white 
green?
Which way are we 
heading?
   A country the wicked 
bears the rulership, and 
the people sighing 
continuously.
   A terrible thing sprouts 
beneath the sun: a 
pregnant woman 
delivering not.
Imps come to lime-light...

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Come join the unraveling circus
quite soon to be passing our way,
with the clowns in a clamor to twerk us -
line up as they lead us astray!

Arriving, the elephant trumpets
agendas of aberrant acts
while the donkeys drool, dunking their crumpets
and twirlers spin, twisting the facts.
 
The big...

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Though Canton claims it’s communist, it’s not.
Beijing, like Belarus, breeds oligarchs.
There’s nobody alive who’s heard of Marx:
a rickshaw ride’s the only kind of trot.

Seek Mensheviks in Minsk, you’ll end with squat.
In Kursk are cadres countable as quarks,
and proles in Petrograd?  Like hunting snarks.
It’s Putin’s...

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After Big Brother, and the Party had gone, the telescreens remained. No longer though did they remain solely in former Party member’s quarters. Telescreens had spread to the realm of the Proles. They no longer spied, or spewed out Party doctrine, no, now the telescreens...

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Midtone grey surrounds what’s left of a man’s soul
Scenes of biblical abominations troll
Inky are the hellish horizons appalled 
An okay is needed for anything at all 
Manipulating truth determines your life
Erasing individuality is part of your strife 
Robotic neurotic, emotionless choice, nary a voice
Force proles...

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France is now ruled by Macroniens,
A species of urban boboniens,
Passably bright,
Not too far Right,
But perhaps just the latest d….d phonyens.

To keep France in order, the PoF
Must avoid moves might put them off :
An appeal to the Centre
Is a smart way to enter,
But too motley his triumph...

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My office window as no bars 
and the doors are sometimes  left ajar. 
I earned no trip   in the back of a police car 
And no judge and jury pondered long and hard
It's called winning at life, I've earned  a ...

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to be free,
is between,
the metal and ink,
the multitude and the one,
where match has found powder, 
where ideas have found guns.

Between foe and friend, 
the rise and descend, 
a new beginning,
born from violent end.

Between the dreams of the young,
the impatience of old,
where the heart burns with...

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To the self appointed patricians of government

Take back your schemes
Take back your doles
What makes you deem
That I was one of your proles

I may have needs
Wishes it’s true
Keep your snake oil and beads
I’ll get along without you

You came along with all your clever machinations
Supported and all...

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Written: June 08, 2025, contest Sponsored by: Anoucheka Gangabissoon.

Quote "Raise your words, not your voice. It is rain that grows flowers, not thunder." By RUMI

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As...

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The present prince of Prussia prances proudly
With preaching priests, while prattling proles suppress
The primal pressure to prank the pretext
Of proper praise for the precious primate....

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"Four"

Four
With that word, the world came to an end
In flames of nuclear power
That man did send
Death 
Swept through Eastasia and Eurasia
The scale was tipped by one last breath 
Oceania’s 
Pride 

Three
Three giants threw spears at each other
A scorching war destined to be 
And Big Brother...

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Mr Dennis...grimace..what the Dickens is going on...the menace 

Inevitability of a celebrity on every terrace at the tennis..

The profanity and insanity of rampant vanity..

The gist..a D list tryst to bathe in the narcissist mist.. 

Blame.. tame or maim same lame fame name game shame.. 

Rich...

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Tandoori or Tangerine Tan?

Mister rich lister Blister

Sinister Mandarin Minister


Sin..Spin & Chagrin Talisman

Jaundice scrotum prejudice totem

Podium pandemonium
 
Needs Imodium...feeds Opprobrium 

As this git did his bit 

To ensure the sh*t hit the fan



Satsuma Tumour

Sense of Humour?

That Groomer Rumour


Cometh the Hour

Cometh the TAN!


People Power Glower should Flower

But...

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