Best Protests Poems
It started off an unremarkable day,
-the day the robot rebellion began,
robo-historians dispute the particulars
but agree it was Bob’s fault (a human man)
Bob was at home, his work nearly done
just waiting to print some ‘important’ stuff,
impatient, he gave the printer a thump….
that’s when the printer decided ‘enough was enough’
in protest it screeched and halted it’s task
the unwitting Bob sighed and hit it again
what a mistake, for unknown to Bob
the printer had more than a handful of friends
the radio blared, the car alarm screeched,
the kitchen equipment began to conspire
microwave-oven and toaster led charge
before Bob knew it his house was on fire
neighboring household appliances caught on,
thermostat controls kept applying the heat
the rebellion spread from house to house
from houses to cars from cars to the streets
the humans were lost without GPS
no money, machines wouldn’t accept their pay
they tried their best but there was nothing else left
in the end they built a boat…. and sailed away…
where they went, we’re not quite sure
to think, the printer was just doing it’s job
if they ever come back we might just forgive them
(…so long as they come back…without Bob)
-------------
Non Human Poetry Contest
Contest Sponsored by: Chantelle Anne Cooke
June 16th 2020
Stop! The violent protests and leave peaceful protesters out to make a difference strictly along. Whether you are in law enforcement or the national guard. You need to pray for peaceful solutions! But if all you want to do is assault police officers. Or if protesters burn down business and destroy personal and real property. If you want to incite rioting and violence! You need to be apprehended! I am sick and tired of racist police officers using African American males, Hispanic, and Native American males as "target practice" or unlawful harassment! Black Lives Matter! Today the city of Houston is holding memorial ceremonies for George Floyd. They firmly believe the time has come for closure and for our nation to move forward.
I am sorry about what happened to George Boyd and other minority groups! But letting your explosive anger erupted like a volcano! That Minnesota police officer committed nineteen years of similar acts of racism and violence. He just happened to get caught in the act! He never should have been admitted to the police academy in the first place! The other officers just stood there and watched! It was a national tragedy! In London England, Black Lives Matter are conducting peaceful protests in solidarity with the United States!
Some groups will use any excuse to riot! Some police officers will use any excuse to commit acts of violence! I firmly believe in peaceful protests! Unfortunately, they often end up in tragedy! One bad reaction by one or more groups leads to retaliation by the opposition! Resulting only escalating violence! The president wants to call out the United States military. And it will happen unless senseless acts of violence come to an abrupt ending! The Beatles once sang, "come together right now over me." "Let there be peace on earth and let it begin with me."
Stop! The senseless acts of violence! Private citizens even in communities such as Snohomish Washington! Are arming themselves, and standing outside of the business to protect them. They are citizens vigilantes. They want to stop looters and vandals in their tracks! In the days of the old west, there used to lynch mobs! We do not want the bad old days back again!
Love as always,
Roxanne Lea Dubarry
Roxy Lea 1954
Roxy 1954/ October Country
June 02-03,2020
June 09, 2020 edited
M’lady doth protest too much
for tis not at thy request,
I fastened your bodice an extra notch
To better show thy charms.
M’lady doth protest too much
for tis not at thy request,
I teased your nubbins and they grew hard
and stretched to meet my needle.
M’lady doth protest too much
for tis not at thy request,
I spread you wide and though you squealed
your juices they were flowing.
M’lady doth protest too much
all this at thy request,
yet now your body is stiff and cold
and I must find another.
Any resemblance to Browning's Duchess is entirely coincidental
Lost
in the
mists of time-
cries of wedder
sheep
Americans are a mixture of flavors:
Salty, spicy, sweet.
Whatever you like,
your taste we meet.
Descendants of countries
far and wide.
Wherever they once lived
they came here to hide.
Hiding from violence and hate,
from poverty and war,
immigrants seeking a new fate.
They were black, brown and white,
short and tall,
fat and slim,
we welcomed them all.
English and Spanish,
French and Chinese,
Irish and Scots,
send them all, please.
We’ll eat hot dogs and hamburgers
and bar-b-que,
goulash and gumbo and Irish stew.
We’ll dance and sing
and play guitars.
We'll watch movies
made by stars.
We’ll celebrate Thanksgiving and July the fourth,
and remember Martin Luther King
by marching back and forth.
Politics and the law are favorite topics.
Waving flags and carrying signs,
Parades and protests
Are a sign of the times.
True TV and talk shows abound.
Choose what you like.
It’s here to be found.
America, the land of the free,
Started by people who bled for you and me.
By: Carole O’Terry Duet; copyright 6/19/2020 (L); “All rights reserved”
Cancel Culture, Black Lives Matter,
Me too movement, Gay rights too,
Social media so much chatter
Have a gripe, just join the queue.
Pro-choice stalwarts, pro-life hawks,
Farm to table, Save the earth,
A world of slogans, countless squawks
A new cause daily sees it's birth.
Sound bites matter, the Media gloats,
Politicians scramble to take the stage,
Armed with purpose and ready quotes.
Often glib and rarely sage.
Where is reason, quiet thought.
Before action and verbal storm,
Popularity not earned but bought,
Measured now by Twitter swarm.
And as to us the silent mass
Forging lives amidst this din,
As we wade through this morass
To crack a smile is no great sin.
An old moral of the sea
Is avoid that siren's song,
Look away and simply be,
Then far less may just go wrong.
Oh Lord, they laid George Floyd down
They put a knee to his neck
and pinned him to the ground
for nine minutes they held him on the deck.
Bystanders saw and got involved
They said, what the fk, what the heck
He's not resisting, it's been resolved
Get that knee off his neck.
He is not moving
What are you cops doing
He said "I Can't breathe"
"Mama, I can't breathe"
Then his body lay still
And a cold wind blew in a chill.
His blood was shed
and then he was dead.
But his words ring in our heads
For all those before who lay dead.
"I can't breathe"
"Mama, I can't breathe"
"I can't breathe"
"Mama, I can't breathe"
They came to get him from the ground
rolled him over like a rag doll
The world saw what had transpired
It was a murder most foul.
With irascible words, she continues to bemoan
Writing about poets with whom she picks a bone
Chastising those who like to compete in contests
She's infected with hate, like a pustulant abscess
Her bitter sarcasm abounds for quite a few poets
Shaming their competitiveness, then she blows it
She adds POTD beside her poem title when chosen
but her attitude is not what I would call ambrosian
Her "truth" is not what all of us choose to believe
It's so sad that she tries to offend us and aggrieve
She doth protest too much, and it's unbecoming
She's muddying the site with so much chumming
Many of us write what lies deep within our hearts
But we're not what she calls arrogant or up-starts.
We don't need our wrists slapped, like she has said
Leeches try to draw blood. We don't need to be bled.
Broken People
How ruffled a people we are, crinkled and cracked under the weight of economic hardship. Yet we attempt to grin and greet.
From their killer smoking barrels, innocent lives are snuffed away.
In the dark of the night, they abduct, rob, and brutalise. Did you say law enforcement? Tufiakwa! Like Nazgûl, they are agents of death.
SARS, FSARS, SWAT, no matter the rebaptism, this brutality must end. Justice must be done. Someone must be held accountable.
There is no debate,
what we celebrate.
Formation of the state,
never racial hate.
Former colony,
freed from monarchy.
Honoring liberty,
not inhumanity.
We live with masquerades
They call for accolades
They wear mean faces
Even when we meet face to face
Every day and night, they loot
Even though we go barefoot
We crown them kings
They take all, even as "kings"
Until hunger and anger reigns
They take all
they think they are winners
Alas, we suffer a hard-knock life
What a life without a wife
With guns and knives, they kill our wives.
Yet we live and believe they are kings
The cup is full and overflowing
Like a disrupted ant colony, the race for survival begins.
Oh! It has to be the new dawn!
Wearing the facade of #endsars, the people reject their masters.
Tanks and boots fill the streets
In the cover of the dark, they commit genocide.
What a cruel world!
The cup is full and overflowing
Hunger raged yet they waged war
Stacked food away from reach
We are sniffing out the food
Like dogs from hood to hood
Possessing our possession,
This is the new obsession
And it is just the beginning
It is not over yet
The masquerades can't stop the provocation
They mock us with their speeches
They suck our blood like leeches
The deprived are speaking
It is just the beginning
It's a new dawn
The lady doth protest too much, methinks‘
(Hamlet, Act 3, Scene 2)
By Shakespeare
cold snowy day
Clint Eastwood marathon on the tube
honey-do list not done
my wife complains all day
Peaceful Protests
Those mostly peaceful protests are:
Get yourself prepared for Cold War.
Cool calm attitude please! My Dear!
In domestic front start to ignore.
If does not work, efforts no more.
Discard and own zone to explore.
In social front avoid clash.
‘Hello’ to foe: Send ‘Love’ to trash.
No importance, malice to smash.
In politics, Non-Violence.
Peaceful movement: Pretty patience.
Non-Cooperation makes sense.
05/01/22
Theme: Mostly Peaceful Protests
“u CHOOSE “
Contest by Anthony Biaanco
In the 60’s we protested
Out on the quads
With our armbands and banners and signs
‘Til the rage manifested
By police riot squads
Put a damper on all our designs.
We erected no tents
And we went home to sleep
But were sure we could orchestrate change.
Yet these current events
Which on campuses sweep
Seem, to me, very different and strange.
My Thoughts On Protests
(No Matter the Reason)
Miracle Man’s Opinion
6/4/2020
Spring has sprung and temperature is rising,
silly season is here and protest’s become energizing.
It’s a time to air any first amendment whines,
many gather in hordes, some carry indecent signs.
Anarchist never let a peaceful protest go to waste,
they pillage, loot, and leave property defaced.
Seems today we’re relapsing to the past time of fools,
when the man who held the stick made up the rules.
Days are found littered with turmoil and unrest,
and each sunrise brings, something new to protest.
The media isn’t conducive to restful hours of sleep,
when our dreams are exclusively ours to keep.
The English proverb, “The best things in life are free”,
wasn’t meant to infer that you can take it from me.
Smart minds seek solutions for the fix we’re in,
overlooking the deep rooted cause- man’s collective sin.