Best Reactionary Poems
In English we say, I am hurting,
but in poetry we say ~
I am windswept wave
weeping weathered roses
upon the haunting heart of drowsy dunes,
kissed by the mineralized melancholy
of wounded wadis,
for love forgot the fated flow,
nevermore feeling the forlorn skin
of b l e e d i n g ink…
I seize the scorpion crushed weight
of crestfallen crystals,
once voiced
through painless passion.
Devouring the distress
cutting through lips splitting,
I taste nothingness
amidst raining ruby-winged butterflies,
mirroring the bruise
burning in sync with extreme dolor…
O beloved, would you still recognize
the rippling riddles of soul’s river,
or has distance
dried the wild-lilies
dressed in dramatic scents
of dangerous devotion,
like the syllables I spilled
between the spaces that
held the poetry we once breathed?
Would you still hear the
undreamed chimeras ~
chapters channelled
now choking the reveries
I home in morbid muteness,
or has the nerving nadir
jinxed the sparks of Jupiter ablaze,
numbing ringed-jewels of strength
we once believed faithfully
would
never phase
nor decay…
I wonder if your skies serenade
soft blue soliloquies ~
sunrise soaked in honeysuckle hymns.
Do they drizzle
densely designed darkness
draped in dissonance,
or do you find comfort
in painting me with solemn ashes
as the black-fanged Empusa ~
one that inflicted
nothing but misery,
injected like liquid lethal lament
that suffocated
the arteries of midnight?
2:22 ~ angel omen ~
do with this what you will,
I overwrite to outrun the emotions,
refusing to be overtaken
by disillusionment.
I speak not to lure the stars across
your cerulean seclusion,
but to heal as I seal the envelope
of unanswered thoughts,
wishing the pulse of p a t i e n c e
would no longer
push and pull the string
of my weakness
like ice-hot estuaries
rushing against the ache of want...
O detached desires,
forgive my need to release.
I am not restless,
I am not reactionary,
I am merely reminiscing in resilience,
to rise again
as the seamstress
of scarless sonnets….
The idea behind this poem came from reading a poem of the same title, written by Richard “Canadian Man-god” Lamoureux. Now, his poem went in an entirely powerful, yet other, direction than I thought it was going to go. I happily let him know that. So, he decided to have me touch upon where I thought he was going with his poem.
Some people really need to be careful what they ask for… ;-)
On an 8pm, Louisiana dream
Tastes of nocturnal, July humidity
Succumbs flagrant passions
With moistened grip, they tease
Coltrane whispers annihilate tense exhales
Under concave moon
She threw Mr. So and So onto Pacific Ocean’s waterbed
As if she was a professional baseball pitcher
Down
The
Middle
His exuberance would shatter sound’s tattered walls.
Slow grinds
Chemical reactionary bliss
Similar to Neutron bombs
Minus the consequences
Her tailored skin
Ready for gripped, enigmatic resolutions
But, first,
She had to “freshen up”
“You’re already being fresh, don’t stop on my account”,
He says with Monday mourning frustration
As cedar scented bathroom door shuts with determined patience,
And running water with a mix of Celine Dion hums from her trained throat
He stands to gather his thoughts…
…until his eyes exit stage right towards her opened travel bag
A pair of satin boxers & edible, Cotton Candy hand-cuffs from Target
With a signed, perfumed gift tag,
“Can’t wait for tomorrow, Mr. Such and Such,
-Love, your Hedonistic dream”
As running water came to serenity’s halt,
She exited restroom with shedding curves.
Her strut became dislocated,
As she stared into his trembling pupils
Wiping the cotton coating from his lips
“Too bad you couldn’t chew your way out of this one”,
The other half of the handcuffs smeared in cursive signature
Against yellow-gold gift tag he hands her with unedited closure
With striking slams against Louisiana hotel door
Parallel to Mother Nature’s thunderous clap
He exits stage left
Giving almost-lover
A proverbial slap
©Drake J. Eszes
Happily discontent, that I am, that I be
now future
happy discontent
achievable out of reach
joie de vivre bags of regrets
what I am now what I could be
love the journey are we there yet?
live in the present dream of becoming
I'm truly self made I'm reactionary, dependent
let it be, let it be, now endless mindful reflection
I’m restless, but at peace unable to sleep, daydream
I’m thankful for many things when will this nightmare end?
nothing is perfect, fully satisfies quest for perfection ruins the journey
life is an ever evolving process hit or miss, sink or swim, stuns growth
a chest full of good things in life a pile of things underachieved, undone
thankful for what I’ve got so far I want more, but I'm burdened by failures
acceptance without complacency resentful, jealous of what others have
accept that creativity makes mistakes counting failures, clutters & confounds
“History repeats itself”...
this bad, ferocious creature
outside of us, beyond any
personal control, that “rears
its ugly head”, and strikes
“again and again”, delivering
a fatal dose of worldly poison –
Let's be clear, every day is
a new history, though similarities
with old may exist – what hasn't
changed are people, the concentration
of lethal venom in our lazy, self-centered,
yet to to be conquered souls –
Stop being reactionary! Take dominion!
If we wait on evil...we will fall – as
individuals, and a humanity –
There is no compromising with wrong –
Summon the spirit of Chamberlain,
and ask him, how did that all go with
Hitler?
repugnant racist republican reviled - rickettsia re:itch ruler.
rapaciously ravaged revered reverential rubric.
radical ruthless renegade rapidly riotously rips rigged ramparts.
refrains retaining remnant redolent regal, resplendent rafters.
riches rudely rupture rooted rectified rights.
ruckus ricochets revenant reign.
ratified rattlebrained rules roil reductionism.
rumbustious rapscallions rollick; render ruinous ramifications.
rusty razor razing revenge rents reprisal.
rabid rectal rictus rotten rebrands re-calibrate.
rambunctious revolutionaries rejoice.
ruffians ride roughshod routing reigning royalty.
reiterate revetting robust recidivist rationality.
ride Rolls Royce relentlessly rendering rock ribbing.
riffraff raconteur raise reactionary response.
revisit rancorous restrictive redlined realigned rightward rivets.
robocop ridiculously rubber-stamped reorganization.
recalcitrant reactors release rapture.
rash Russian roulette reconnaissance raconteurs rack rubles.
red room reflects republican RNA.
rap risible rheumy ratiocinated rug-rats revoke righteous refulgent repertory.
rapier robed robbers ransack reliquary resounding retaliation.
retaliatory redcoat regnum reformation remembered.
Rudy robotically recoiling rapprochement
raison d'être rosily revered rifled relics raffled.
rookie raves ripe rackful rubenesque reliably ranked.
refulgent rotundity requisite requirement re: reappointment.
road-tested, roadworthy redeem reapportion routed role.
reprehensible reassignment rapidly recognizes response.
rife rampage removes respectability - respect.
responsible roused restitution refuted.
risky resultant reconnoitering runaway railroad reverberates rivalry.
reflexive ramrod reaction reconfirms redoubling ridding revitalization.
reconfiguration realpolitik reinstates repudiation
rebooting Roosevelt regime reconsidered.
requisition requires resilient reseeding republic.
regrettable riley roars remorseless ribbing.
rare recount restoring recondite renown reprobate Rapunzel.
Republican representatives rejoice reclaiming reins
registering retarded romantic remains
re: Rastafarian revered reliquary rests!
Welcome back as I hear my past present
Oration I'd thought I'd never hear again
Reacting hopefully patriotic for it never leaves
Longing, such longing, to dismiss the present past
Deliver from today's tomorrow's to no longer grieve
Cumulative human insubordination life rife
Reactionary leaving many innocents reft
Under clear azure skies now abundantly spoiled
I'm forever heart hurt, with this humanity theft
Situation now taken, it's no longer in Earth's hands
Eradicate such turmoil, I'm to sever poisoned lands
Trump Really Upsets Most People;
This Reality Unsettles Minority Persons.
True Republicans Unhappily Must Proceed.
The Real Upshot Means Pandemonium.
Truth Rarely Understood, Meanness Predominates.
Truthers Retreat, Ugly Men Project.
The Reactionary, Unworthy Media Protects.
Therefore Respond United, Meaning Protest!!!!
Go do be to the dozens of them stars,
I say to the reactionary planet doing deeds for the floral arts,
when I went to the south they wanted most of my compartments and very few of the darts-
I said to the east as we aren't assuming we have done are parts,
if I were truly a lonely example I'd have spent all of the war in languish for my start-
to be a fitzy you must seek out the snake in the grass,
to be a giant eclipse one must muster every single table wear, and pick them up at the door.
When the time come's I am going to leave this place the way I saw it,
and if I am ever a creature to be discovered,
I will not allow un~justness and resentment for a far-
be the case to jump over at yar.
(Spiro T. Agnew Looks In A Mirror)
Tea party’s lasting epitaph
The “walking dead” today
Reactionary to the core,
At home, at work, at play,
All Muslims truly terrorists
Might strike next in my town,
Why try to hide your racist heart
Just greet them with a frown
No stranger ever gain our trust,
They might have ill intent
Sweet Liberty’s scrap turned to rust
And brother love long spent!
Let’s do what we accuse them of
Paint Muslims with one brush
As Donald roasts the temple’s dove
On fires stoked by Rush.
Conservatism blown to hell
By rabid dogs of fear,
Hyena’s on self-righteous right
With blood from ear to ear
True monsters feeding on their own
With public left aghast,
Like mongrels fighting for a bone,
All manners in the past.
How many millions do they need,
The middle class striped bare
The one percent caught up in greed,
Like deer in headlight’s glare!
Oh how can I unravel rhyme
Or trump the devil’s curse
The perils of a warming clime
Though Hell’s fire would be worse.
Republicans can only “No”
Have lost their faith in “Yes.”
The only compromise they know
Is one they won’t confess.
For death to them is Left not Right,
Though they still have two hands
But those who want to be their friend
Must yield to their demands.
For Satan’s taught the Right to fear,
For flesh and not for soul,
What’s safe is maximizing wealth,
Your health is not their goal.
Like bobbleheads they ply their craft
This world is just a frame,
And all they really care about
Is who is left to blame!
Brian Johnston
December 10, 2015
How about the woman!
His voice suddenly full of venom
You know the one I speak of
Let's commence her to squealin
It's just a dream you know
You are king of justification
Let's ravage this little beauty
And give her an education
No!!! I quickly scream
Never will I betray her
It's the most beautiful love
Someone like me could encounter
I have hurt her enough
She does not give herself lightly
So under no circumstances
Would I disrespect her dignity
You violate women constantly, he says
But "only in your mind"
So you want humanity to evolve?
This place stinks of your lies!!!!!!
Yet you ridicule belief
You call it "escape from thinking"
But your contempt for women
Has our little dream wreaking
I don't hate women, I say
Regardless of my ex-wife
She was taught to think in lack
Since day one of her life
Then again they have always known
How best to hurt me
But they are just products
Of a reactionary society
As far as the government
It's exactly the same thing
We're a drone hive of escapists
Hiding in the denial of beliefs
But I don't exempt myself
My escapism is becoming clear
I desperately wanted to find you
And overcome my fears
He mocks me with applause
You should run for President
I've found the missing link
Let's build you a towering pyramid
Suddenly he is behind me
Whispering quietly in my ear
Cold chills cover my body
As I succumb to desperate fear
I begin frantically running
To the sound of a demonic lullaby
His laughter mocking every step
The hallway suddenly dark as night
My hair standing on end
Suddenly he is in front of me
And black eyes step into my body
As I wake to the alarm clock's ring
Boss will says there are rights…
China top leader WU JANTO says” Country Unity.”.
Cauchy3 says” there are annexed evil forensic words for leader powers.
China premier WENJIABAO says “ no pledge but without evidence follow china laws but I am clean”
Cauchy3 says “what are laws if there are no investigated facts when easy does are there”.
So and so is easy ways.
Who avoid the proofs? Those immense crimes of large amounts of bribery sins because they are second top.
Who avoid the proof then who must seemingly do and guilty. Do not forget china get china modes of imprisonments. Humble pies will also know our china get the courts with china system modes. Only semen swims in wombs for birth. Only crimes will hide as matrix arrays. Bribery sins are coming close for china ages. However only patron saints have right but who care. Partitions made are mixing arts for clarifications.
Free the Tibet parts and all.
China ANNEXATIONAL forces are much too harm to sustain.
Only way is our ways. Ways are some conclusions only there are freedoms.
Ways are some conclusions only there self identities.
Tibet people tokens only good for better reactionary happen.
-------------Cheung Shun Sang=Cauchy3------------
This question rises
from poli sciences and humane arts,
Is democracy ecologically healthier
than monoculturing theocracy,
than totalitarian anti-democracy?
Raising ghostly reminders
that food is also objectively neutral,
lying midway between good food
and junk food,
nutritions
and toxins.
And climate change
also lies midway
in-between climate polyculturing health
and climates of monocultural pathology.
And healthy mind-bodies nondually ourselves
also lie between
good humored health
and bad and angry and terrorizing lack of health.
Where we draw our Tipping Point lines
and marching squares of advocacy
and circles of co-operating conspiracies
between egosystemic humane nature
and eco-centric Earth nurture
feeding in as out,
growing polycultural productions
by shrinking monoculturish dominating consumptions,
these are each (0)MidWay Core
wu-wei
regenerations with degeneration recycles,
growing good wealthy civil democracies
by starving bad health supremacist plutocracies.
This response arises
from poli sciences and humane arts,
we each and all lie between and transubstantially across
radically benign democracy development
and reactionary anti-democracy demise,
disempowering dissonances
of multi-race
and poly-sex
and wealthy historic cultures
competing violence
without regenerative distinctions
that make holistic healthing
co-operatively non-violent
therapeutic differences.
Is my internal democratic cooperative governance
ecologically healthier
than nationalistic
supremacist
totalitarian
anti-democracy?
Some people
see reverse racism
as justified by genetic meritocracy
and historical seniority of sacred monocultural grace
not quite so generously bestowed
as one might more paradise
have multiculturally hoped.
So, some people
see affirmative action
as too liberal with love
too affirming reactionary.
So, some people
see assertive responsiveness
as PositivEnergy ecofeminist reply
to reverse racism
and sexism
and anthro-patriotic national supremacy.
So, some people
see anthro-supremacism
as RightWinged
patriarchal RedMeat.
So, some people
see patriarchalism
as red-faced egocentrism,
longing to rebelong
in green Paradise days
of GoodNews scriptured Olde.
So, some people
see xenophobia,
reverse ecological
and political empowering face
of rabid LeftBrain egocentrism,
and RightBrain eco-racism
and sexism
and anthro homophobicism
So, some people
fake *****sapien
shape-shifting eco-resonant WiseElder minds
with ego-resilient bodies--
inside spiritual climate redeeming health
proclaiming regenerative outside natured wealth.
rushed into action
ringing in our ears— Oh dear!
reactionary
reapplication of clothes
our rearing of kids over?
10/15/2021
I was born here; here on earth
to a species, in a sack of water, I was born here.
On earth, connected to all the water on earth
All the water is connected to various species;
Where I came from is my source.
Always, I will be connected to my source.
All species are connected to their kind.
All the water is connected.
All the trees are connected.
Every spore is networking with like spores,
Every human cell is speaking the
the language that human cells speak.
Every windstorm begets every breeze,
every hurricane has a direct path.
All humans that love,
are connected by that love.
love too has its course.
Also, are those who are
bound together by hate.
Those hateful ones, full of hate;
Want to send me out of my way,
want to give me a reason, and have, yet
I cannot hate just for the sake of it.!
I think straight
First law -Self-preservation,
the first goal, the mind must not be
in reactionary mode.
The hateful, also have a provider;
A provider who gives them
an abundance
of things of which to hate.
There are lots of people and situations
on which to exercise their hatred.
As they are born or learn-ed haters,
they know not love.
They hate love, unfamiliar to
their DNA.
Hatred drags them along like
a donkey pulling a cart.
Becoming as one with hate is the start'
Being the same as one.
They are the same.
“doing the same thing”.
Until given a new bone,
on which to chew.
One may seem as many, yet
They are really” '' many of one of a kind”.
I am of this earth, I am of this water,
I am of these trees. I am of this soil.
I am a product of the many lovers
Who has transcended before me?
I am love. I am evidence of my source.
I, who have the least earthly goods,
am loved by the many.
As the clouds are to the sky
… you wonder…
Who is she? that is so truly loved?
And loves so truly?
I am true love, for love's sake.
I am a POETESS!
Love for me comes naturally,
I am connected to many lovers
My kind and I, could never truly
hate, without a reason to really try.!