Best Rand Poems

Don't scream about equality.
Life's unfair, that's reality.
Just do the very best you can
to be a truly worthy man.

Productive work and mind said Marx,
beget the humanizing...

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A once pretty, teenage girl, heavily pregnant
Stood in the rain,
Her clothes torn, her eyes red, her ankles
Swollen, she was in pain.
She often stood on the...

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I've got a fist full of Buddha,
And a fist full of Rand,
A pocket full of Jesus,
And the other's filled with sand,
That's in case I need...

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Eating Words

On my way to the gym to shape my well nourished body
I travel a whole Universe of madness from leafy suburbs
high walls electric fences...

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There are plenty of Ayn Rand followers around
but there is something called "Art for Art's Sake"
   I have gotten paid for writing -...

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Here’s what I’m thinking now 
at the end of the world: 

There are no atheists in foxholes— 
no theists in politics. 
If knowledge is power,...

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Grand dreams that weep from vaults amidst the rain

Rouge billowed cheeks bleed soft from twilight's hem

Each star bounds heaven's breast, one glistened gem

All birthed from...

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Grand aspirations simmer
Releasing cherished dreams
Escape the inner sanctum
And spread their wings
To roam vast open skies
 
Each fantasy launched
Stretches into infinity at large
Candid hopes and reverie
Anticipate...

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Give me an a. 
Add an N and a G.

Put on a B
Take off the G

Tack on a D.
Toss off the B.

Now you can add...

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(special thanks to a friend who shared this tribute to Solomon Mahlangu)



Solomon Mahlangu: My Blood will Nourish the Tree that will Bear the Fruits of...

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Once there was an end of the war in sight,
they built their John Steinbeck ship,
hoisted the Ayn Rand flag
and sailed to the promised land.

Upon the...

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As the street artist draws on pavement tiles
Asking money but getting smiles
The street urchins would offer a hand
Not to greet but to earn a rand

And...

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Wind whipped his face, the dogs, they ran
Across bleak-white ice and snow,
Paid in cash by Rand McCorchoran
To Dawson, he would go.
Delivering mail, medicine, and booze
To...

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Once there was a man called Jenish “for objectivism”
Fascinated by the philosophy of rational individualism
With moral integrity and respect for right for -
others create art,...

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i am still getting used to this writing thing
this poetry writing thing
the mystery of hiding my madness
concealing my mad love
oh i love him mad
forgive the...

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