Best Racially Poems
3 polished oak fans,
Swirling in robotic unison
High maintenance socialites,
Sipping on Merlot fallacies
Lemon yellow coated walls,
Flat,
Like their smiles
Comparisons of dangling Porsche & Bentley keys
A glorified day care center,
Pacifiers included
The muted virtuosos speak softly in hymn dialects.
Courtesy laughter in snob’s octave
Their heads twitching side to side,
Left to right to left
An equilibrium facing assault charges against self
They slow dance to cello dreams
And E minor dividends
Two-step monotone, sway
Against platinum lacquer foundations
…
But, it was then.
These same socialites,
Made of recycled candle wax
And rubberized, hedge-fund confidence,
Began to stare longingly at the party host’s 70 inch plasma TV
Proudly imported from China
“Attention uptight snobs of Mecca!
The city zoo has imploded!
The monkeys revolted!
The zebras were tired of being racially profiled!
Run for your LIV…!”
(SMASH!)
And before the reporter’s frightened inner child could finish’s his clause,
An elephant crashes into the decadent room
Filled with Crisp linen scents of Febreze & judgmental fear
It stares at the socialites,
Laughing heartedly as it playfully stomps away into constellation’s onyx night
As tears waterfall from the snobs’ sobbing eye sockets
As if they just listened to another Celine Dion song
The real newsflash
Metaphors played hooky today
©Drake J. Eszes
My brothers and sisters we’ve got a wolf at our door.
It’s here to take all we have and even a little more.
It’s got sharp claws, big teeth and keen eyes.
It’s going to cause chaos and try to bring about our demise.
Make no mistake, this darkness will try to envelop us all.
It wears a coat of many colors and it’s here to make us fall.
We need to cast aside our differences and together unite.
We need to all understand and stop this senseless fight.
Let’s all move forward and make a fresh new start.
We need to start showing some love and it needs to come from the heart.
Why must we be labeled with descriptions that are racially slurred?
Our hearts and minds have become clouded and our vision has been blurred.
Silence can be golden but there are words we need to hear.
We all need to breathe and learn to control our fear.
There is only one you and there is only one me.
But together we can become strong and help others to see.
If you could see, the inside of me
What would you view, that you would want to see
For inside of me for any given year
Is loaded with music, it's my driven steer
Whether it's Rock with Deep Purple
Or Wish You Were Here with Pink Floyd
Inside my head
Music fills my brain void
Karnataka to Mostly Autumn
Thin Lizzy through the years
That's the way it is by Bruce Hornsby
His keyboard play brings my tears
But I can be rough and ready
And tank up the amps
Coloured Blind by Skin
Leaves me racially in thanks
Whole Lotta Love
Should be out there in force
Music should be in us
It's a matter of course
Close your eyes to the melody
Hey! it's the Moody Blues
When they played Red Rock
What gem would you choose
To answer your question
What has the past year brought
Another year of learning
Air guitar sought
Apart from seeing my kids prosper
Music avenue is my world
And watch them grow into their tomorrows
I have so much to be heard
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I curse away one head to stabilize the thinking,I curse away the set of eyes that forever fall from the face to set a clear vision.I curse away the spear,the nation builder to educate the ***** controlled youth.i curse away your home and give the country a roof over their heads.
In the name of Hani,Sobukwe,Plaatjie and Biko I cast away the power hungry demons,I cast away the big tummied devils and I also cast away the raw fish eating kings.In light of peace,love and harmony I pray for justice,sense and sanity.I pray for the end of blood shed,xenophobic attacks and women bashing.
Black against black,white against white,black against white,our sense of sight has been racially removed.A rainbow belongs in the sky,I will continue to carry a gun and shoot everyone who looks different.Dompas memories,Bantu Stans living,Africanism disappearing I curse away tenderpreneurship.
Big beard,farmer clothing and a monkey hating gun.Game drives on police vans I will drag race with the monkey tied at the back.Blood spilling,dark screams as you touch base with your ancestors.1652,1990,1994 I curse away the Dromedaris.
"Black like me"
Cheeky black statements,arrogant monkeys,I call upon the mirror.
Mirror mirror on the wall prove that blacks are still stupid.
Mirror mirror on the wall hope the trick works again.
Green,Gold and Black
We hope for greener pastures,gold fields to rid poverty but we know black will always darken our futures.
Part Four
and you might never have thought
the mighty today are like those trodden poor of your day
who
at least were shackled to ignorance by force
by godly fear
a racially discriminating Overlord
now the privileged in blindness give you lip-service
and a lot of money
hoping by this gesture to earn your merit
not earn YOU merit
and the society’s accolade
You remain abused still
by the vain undistinguishing crowd
who upon the mention of your name
rise to feel proud
of what then
than
in their shored-up selves
of belonging within
the self-same pigment and tongue
None of your real worth passes into them
Nor the reason for your epigrammatic lines
Pray
Should I then beg forgiveness for this affront
(Continued in Part Five)
If only everyone were treated equally. If we all saw the same color, no one would b profiled racially. No one would die for looking differently. If only everyone were treated equally, men and women with the same degree would b making the same financially. More men and women would get promotions and have a better salary so they can be able to support their family.If we were treated equally the ghetto wouldn't be deadly and there would b more friends than enemies, More celebrations than deaths in the community. If we were treated equally there wouldn't be so many fatalities or broken families. We would help each other, instead of judge and belittle one another.If we were treated equally the innocent wouldn't b guilty, and the rich wouldn't be greedy. Everyone would have a heart and help the needy. The world is not perfect but if we were treated equally it would be a place where every color is beautiful on a face no matter the race. A place where only love exist and hate is erased.
I from that Saner, Kiest and SOC.
Where relations is deadly shots.
And your base is basic spots.
And you racially gone get marked.
I have to blast through game.
For something to change.
This life is insane.
Roll an ounce of fire sticky.
Fifth of henny.
Take it straight to the brain.
I'm down with riders that stay riding from N.Y. to L.A.
And if you busters have a promblem let you talk to the gauge.
Flip the script like acrobatics.
Tradegic stories are made.
So how you livin.
Feel me hittin.
Particular women are played.
Like poker the odds are the same.
The focus is getting your change.
I'm simple so leave all the fame.
And ride.
Grab your heater this game is live or die.
Make you breathe like F.A.B.O the left is always right.
Ain't no surprise.
This 64 spinning adrenoline, running on E.
I'm saving nothing, living lavish always reping O.C.
For savage haters, earse'em, encase'em in dirt and no peace, no sleep, 6 feet, i am
beast.
Together they forged a life
Beginning during the great depression
They never had much to show for their hard work
Except the seven of us children
We gave them pain, we gave them joy,
and lots of sleepless nights
They gave us love and honesty
And taught us wrong from right.
We got our education, they kept us clean and fed,
We come to know the good Lord
Reading the words that He said.
Much too soon they left us here
On this old earth alone.
But I am glad they missed some things
Causing suffering hard and long
Like brother Glenn’s alzeheimers,
Geneva’s problems in her life
To know of Leo’s mental sickness
And Paul Wayne’s drowning death
Rodger’s loss of his wife Claire,
What really happened there?
This would have been hard for them to bear.
Sonny’s illness and early death
For us they would have wept
Racially mixed great grans and illegitimacy
Divorces, homosexuals and the like
Along with pain and suffering
As their bodies faced old age.
But I would love to tell them our triumphs
I would like to share our wins
Cause there’s nothing like telling
Mama and Daddy something good, now and then.
Oh how they would like to see
The love on David’s face
When he looks at Glenda’s sweet face.
To meet Travis, Dylan, and Chylsea
To know we had their love to share
Would have made them glad
If they had known Angie’s kids
Johnathan, Tristan, and Elizabeth
What fun they would’ve had.
To see Angie and Laura being such close friends
And Laura fnding Craig, and falling in love with him
Would have meant so much to them.
The Life of a War Horse
The horses I remember as a child were very big working horses,
not nervous like race horses who need a rub down and soft words
before racing. I remember specially a giant tanned coloured horse
left behind after the Nazi occupiers, it was a victim of war.
The Nazi leaders who were fonder of animals than people, just like
the British, had given the horse an animal iron cross, and had its
flanked and neck stroked by Herman Goering no less; but it was
never taken in by this barmy philosophy.
Alas, the horse belonged to a survivor in Holland, it was shipped to
the Middle East ploughing soil that hitherto had been tilled, by grey
donkeys, ploughing shallow sandy soil. Than it happened having been
exposed to so many confusing ideologies the horse bolted and kicked
the farmer to death. There was a court case it was proven the horse
was racially biased and sentenced to become legitimate dog food.
Father God whose in heaven.
Deliver me from the wicked ways
Of my wicked heart that beats so rapidly.
See me through my half-dead days full
Of tragedy.
Accompanied by many spiritual casualties.
Remove the premature words of deceptive slurs
That rest in my mouth like cavities.
Unchain me from my life's narrative of:
"This is how it has to be"
Father God deliver me from my sinfully
Altered reality.
Liberate my heart from this land of injustice.
Where folks are so far removed from the truth,
They carry their lies around in a bucket.
A land racially disfigured by politicians
Who make six figures, while pretending to
Care about our existence.
A land where the media has dismantled us, socially.
The land where opportunity is promised
Although most dreams start at "definitely"
and end with "hopefully".
Dear Father in Heaven,
Is this how its supposed to be?
Release me from the cold hard grip of the society.
Where your income determines your survival.
A land where religious leaders who preach,
Proceed to snort cocaine off of the same bible.
Lord have mercy on our souls,
When we attend the trials.
Many of us are lost between time.
Blaming God for the lives we designed.
Look in the mirror before peeking through the blinds.
Kind parents whose children are distraught
From an electronic generation where failure is bought.
And criminal activities are purposely sought
For social acceptance.
I am the youth.
I am racially off balanced and judicially challenged.
My ego and severely stupid choices drowned my talents.
I am the youth.
I am committed to change.
I've learned to love life and live through the pain.
I've been disowned by my own but inside a strong spirit remains
Let us violate the past..
When we dreamed of what we wanted
Now all we do is dream of what we had.
I am the 90s baby in a 2000s mask.
I am my choices.
I am my past.
The front page of the newspaper read “Black Ten Year Old Boy Murdered in
Mississippi Last Night”
A product of a rally that resulted in a racially motivated fight
This reminded me of the years of captivity in which my ancestors faced
Right at that moment, my heart held a feeling that could not be replaced
I went to my grandmother asking why have this took place
She sighed and said to my face
Today is tomorrow, tomorrow is today
Think about what you are thinking and mean what you say
We will always live in the past and nothing else
Because history always, always repeats itself
As I watched TV, there was a news report of a tragic accident
The results of a terrible shootout flashed through the television set in print
A 13-year-old boy murdered 12 of his school peers
The result of constant teasing and growing depression throughout the years
This reminded me of the unforgettable event at a familiar place
Resulting in some dead and many left with problems to face
I went to my grandmother asking why have this took place
She sighed and she said to my face
Today is tomorrow, tomorrow is today
Think about what you are thinking and mean what you say
We will always live in the past and nothing else
Because history always, always repeats itself
As I listen to the radio I hear about conflicts with different rappers; it is sickening
They have no clue of what damage they are causing with all of the foolish bickering
This reminded me of Tupac and Biggie, the famous music war of the season
Now two of the best rappers that lived lost their lives without one good reason
You can still find people mourning over their deaths and see the sadness in their
face
Two great men are now buried lying still in their place
I went to my grandmother asking why have this took place
She sighed and she said to my face
Today is tomorrow, tomorrow is today
Think about what you are thinking and mean what you say
We will always live in the past and nothing else
Because history always, always repeats itself
89 years
for a room full of idiots to end slavery on paper in the US &
89 years
for that room full of idiots to get their *****together & stop Jim Crow---
it took them 92 years to
allow African-American men the right to vote &
a big whomping 144
to come to the conclusion that women should also
have that same right &
it took a different room of idiots
191 years to figure out that racially segregating marriage
by imprisoning “offenders” for five years
was a ****ed up idea,
and so now, at a crossroads again,
america, “the land of the free”
has a problem with its homosexual citizens having the right
to marry &
a new room full of idiots is beginning to wake up in California,
as they have already in
Connecticut, Iowa, Massachusetts, New Hampshire, New York, Vermont, & Washington, D. C &
in a few days,
Washington state
(to be the 7th state in US)---
it is time to be with Cali,
to push Prop 8 over &
stomp it dead so that EVERYONE in that state
will be allowed to marry
if they choose to,
regardless of their sexual preference &
hopefully sooner than later,
other rooms full of idiots
upon rooms full of idiots
will do the same until one more
step has been accomplished
as a pre-requisite before it can ever truly claim to be
“the land of the free.”
Once upon a summer’s sandwich, over in Birdgum Hollow, the one from the old kingdom, not new.
There lived two birds, one glam, a falconet, and one an Australian blue-grayish cock-eyed Cockatoo.
Freddy, the falconet was a quirky, slow-witted, conclosed and obstinate bird,
He liked to strut, and preen and crow, without the penalty of learning any new kind of word.
Galah, who was raised an only, with no mind for his own, was completely closed to ideas that fell.
It was his family’s wishes, so his wishes as well, and it worked for him on Earth, extremely well.
They were furious bird-emies from kindergarten on, neither realizing the solution was no Mr. Airy,
It was simple, it was easy, all they needed was reading, and a common old ordinary red dictionary
“I hate him!” Galah would say. To those who listened. “He’s a Francophile!” And Galah would say this to lots of us who heard.
Freddy was equally verbal about Galah being a Gallophile, a word that struck terror in his oatmeal curd.
Neither realized until they got to heaven and saw the fibriform sign “Gallophiile and Francophiles here,”
That they could have been friends for a lifetime, except for their silly, ridiculous, racially motivated fears.
For you see, my reader, and I know this will delight you in advance.
A Gallophile and a Francophile are both people who love France.
So skip through your day, and enjoy this knowledge on me.
If there’s one thing I like, it’s to enlighten at least three.
There were some more hate crimes the other day.
Eight unfortunate victims had their lives blown away.
The murders happened at spas around Atlanta.
This is the largest city in the southeastern state of Georgia.
It seems Asian-Americans all over our nation
have been targeted with crimes and racial discrimination.
This has culminated into an unfortunate growing trend.
It seems racially-motivated hatred will never see an end.
From a news story on aol.com