Best Revolutionary Poems
THE PASSIONLESS REVOLUTIONARY
A ragged impulse – the scrivener’s tetch
truncated our conversation on the working
class. Your brief was their craft
was their art, which liberation lost
to them: mine was an impounded version
of the waggoner’s instance, the vetch
caught up in the wheel, thus anneal
the war on wills, the writer’s mockery.
Justice, your fruitless wand and weal
is power to blow the thrust of the argument
over the innocent sweet scatterbrained
head of your sister. The lace-
maker’s art has a hand in this, but
like fingerless gloves, makes raw vision blind.
published IN MEMORY OF HER, Dublin 2008
What's the difference between a regenerative-revolutionary outcome
and an evolutionary process of gradual development?
It depends
whether you are looking for the baby
or listening to the new mom.
But,
if you listen and empathize with both
communing together,
then probably none.
If 2 times 2 is 4
because each 2 is either or
rather than both and,
then why is 1 times 1 not
not the same 1,
and also 2?
If me and you grow two
because each me and you is either me
or not you
yet also both-and me as appositional to you,
then are we not each 1,
and also both part of 2,
as one appositive (nondual) co-defining pair?
When 1
gives birth to another 1,
then this is a revolutionary event
for the newer 1
and an evolutionary process
for the original 1
of any both/and Non-oppositionally gruesome
appositional 2-sum.
I don’t mean to be rude, but I don’t care what you say about being a man because I know being a man is more than just being male.
Don’t tell my dad ‘cause his mind is narrow minded and bound by 1950’s rule on women and their rights.
Trust me ‘B,’ if I found the right one in a few years or so- I’d be alright.
But people are thinking too much about it!
You shouldn’t care if you look like the Grinch but have a heart of gold.
No need to buy 20 thousand mirrors because trust me, you’re beautiful and don’t forget it.
Now to all the idiots that disagree with me- when did it go from “in the eyes of my lover,” to, “in the eyes of the social media?”
Forget the stress and tell it to **** off because you truly do look your best every day with no make-up on.
What more can I say to persuade you to break down the walls and transform from “zero” to Revolutionary Hero?
We African heads of state must stop behaving
like puppets who dance every time
the imperialists pull the strings.
Glory to our peoples,
Dignity to our people,
Victory to our people,
Fatherland or death,
we shall conquer” -
Quote by Ibrahim Traore
(New Burkina Faso President)
"We must choose either champagne
for a few or safe drinking water for all "
~ Thomas Sankara
Revolutionary,
When some leaders
hear about revolutionary
they confuse it with mercenary
which is not necessary
when a visionary
speaking some facts.
African democracy
is so disastrously
as some political leaders
can not break neo-colonisation systems.
some army officers in many west African countries
stood up ,chased out some political leaders
via coup d'etats,
chased out many western military bases,
banned colonial ties with some western countries
and changed their constitutions.
Yoh! the militaries felt pain to see how some
young Africans continue dying in waters to Europe
while their countries
keeping eighty percent of their resources
in some western countries
which don't benefit their people
because of some wrong agreements
in the process of freedom declarations
from nineteen fifties.
July 31/2023
Revolutionary evolutionary
Heartful constitutions
Lovers constructing
Contributions contorts
Contours, all sides a winner
Armies of DREAMERS
WE are redeemers
Consecutive notions
If we begin we are beginners
Heavily measured DEVOTIONS
Affiliated positives
Once SCREAMED
THE BEST THINGS IN LIFE ARE FREE
and the corners of the WORLD are
Furnished with a song not yet sung
Blessed be the birds and bees
Strum down low
A guitar STROKE
Strum up glow
A GESTURE, a hope
A fluid atmosphere, infectious
Ambiance is here.
Revolutions STOKE the hearts aflare
Free aflame afire
Inquire multiplier of fame escort
One ply one try
What cost
Multiple efforts
Floral fashions flourishing actions.
Asking freedom festers festivals
Basking in ever GLOWING
EVOLUTIONS everlasting
Effortlessly REVOLUTIONIZE
THE WORLD, EVOLVING
Revolutionary Road is where I lay. In my mind I had a perfect life.
Dreams of living the unknown
I’m supposed to be more then a simple wife;
Revolutionary Road is where I lay. In my mind I had a perfect life.
Insanity cutting straight through like a sharp knife
Home with children still feeling alone
Revolutionary Road is where I lay. In my mind I had a perfect life.
Dreams of living the unknown
It was a week before Christmas
He knew many kids were about to receive presents
Didn’t care too much for Sing-Alongs
Rather obsessed about Mr. Benjamin,
And his flock of Dead Presidents,
Living among the outcasts
Most couldn’t grasp how his daily went,
He was only 15 years old,
Already prepping for content of execution
‘Cause he resented his present sleeping tent
With no loving parents
Just a distant memory and a vague scent,
Through the cold days and nights
He planned every scenario possibly to circumvent,
He was scared for his life but had to be strong
Couldn’t relent under pressure
He hated to see these happy spoiled brats with their gold
‘Cause he too wanted his own treasure,
Like the pirate that he was
He sought out other aggressors
They planned to stand tall at a mall
To see if there would be any holiday gestures
With caps in their hand bracing the cold weather,
The patrons came and went
Putting a dagger through their endeavor,
Not wanting to pester,
Or be anyone’s jester
He understood that he had to one up and
better their adventure,
He was hungry for respect
His appetite was growling to take more of a drastic measure,
Being on the lower end of the spectrum
He’s all too familiar with people
Living arrogantly with an abundance of pleasures,
They couldn’t give a damn about the less fortunate
However,
His purpose now was clear, and it was all coming together
The texture of the lever was smooth and its design was very clever
His initial plan was written in Braille
Where only the blind can transcribe
the contents of his unfinished letter.
a revolutionary
God made man
man made civilisation
civilisation from man
brought money
and that is the machine
of the world today
this machine is broken
it need a mechanic
that mechanic is
a revolutionary
A third world city with a revolutionary aspect
The poor crouched among the estates;
for the poor, the SUN crashes to the ground!
The hum of the city,
cacophony of people,
the deafening sound of
empty stomachs;
every day the media,
paints the sinister,
aspect of the poor;
urban decay:
the violence against society,
the violence against the family,
the violence of mass incarceration,
the violence of economic sodomy;
the daily cycle,
of societal breakdown;
for the poor, the SUN
crashes to the ground!
The habitually unemployed,
the ex-con,
the moral degradation of
the sexual outcast, and
the addled mind;
homeless squatter,
a fight,
a knife,
a gun,
an overdose;
the daily death of
the designated outcast;
for the poor, the SUN
crashes to the ground!
The revolution failed,
suicide by tribulation!
Yes it does!
Poetry contains
Revolutionary Power
It can alter landscapes,
tear down governments,
cause the populace
to rise up,
create a ruckus,
transform morals,
foster a new
way of thinking,
bring emotions
to a tempest,
entice new beliefs,
systematize evolution,
inform you,
all the while
functioning for the
good of humanity.
Close in the roses
The rose-bee dozes;
Oh what a shirker, he.
Asleep in the lily
The lily-bee, silly,
Yawns so languidly.
Down in the daisy
The daisy-bee, lazy
Dreams of a honeybee sweet.
Up in the honeycomb,
Buzzing with Boston,
Dumping the honey, he!
Speak loudly
as you wish,
When the International community
remains silently ,
Football players speak loudly
" Stop genocide in DRCongo"
Church ministers and believers
sing loud in the churches
"Why do you continue to kill
people who welcomed you? "
Women activists marched
here and there saying
" enough is enough "
Yoh! a Congolese footballer player
Of Rwanda's Rayon Sports
chased out of the team
over war gesture after scoring
a fantastic
goal.
As two South African soldiers
died in the war
in DRCongo,
most propagandists western
media made it as
popular lyrics
to punic
more South African to withdrawal
their support in SADC
mission.
There are thousands of Ugandan
and Rwandan soldiers
of different ranks
Who died in the same war
while suporting the M23 rebels
but the western propagandists
media don't speak about them
As they fear to punic
innocent Rwandans
and Ugandans.
many super power countries are behind Rwanda
to continue killing innocent Congolese
and rob the natural resources.
So called banyamulenge claimed
to be hated by other tribes ,
as they targeted their lands
from decades.
then many of banyamulenge men took guns
to chase out some tribes " bafuliru , bavira
bamasanzi, babembe, barega"
Who welcomed them as refugees
on their lands.
the governments of Rwanda
and Uganda came to support them secretly
so that they could build a tutsi empire.
Yoh! enough is enough
Oh,
yes
I open my mouth
and speaking the truth
On this planet earth.
...Baum’s men were caught in a hot cross-fire,
many quickly were sent to the grave,
their Indian allies wisely pulled out,
seeing no victory to be had that day.
The militia just kept pushing closer,
and destroyed the Hessian powder cart,
they charged their positions, muskets as clubs,
the mercenaries began to loose heart.
Then Colonel Baum, in his desperation,
ordered his men out on a sabre charge,
they bulled straight ahead at the militia,
but were cut down before they got that far.
Baum himself was wounded mortally,
the attack being his final stand,
and all the remaining British forces
dropped their guns, quickly threw up their hands.
The Americans had taken the hill,
and went about looting the Hessians’ supplies,
they were busy securing their prisoners
when a new shock came before their eyes.
Six-hundred-fifty more Hessian soldiers,
with Heinrich von Breymann in the lead,
fell upon the tired, disordered rebels,
pressing the fight with surprising speed.
Now Stark and his men were driven on back,
struggling hard to restore formation,
but at that moment the Green Mountain Boys
arrived to fight for the young nation.
Three-hundred-fifty threw in with John Stark,
the shock British advance quickly stalled,
they battled Breymann until twilight’s gloom,
the Americans let him have it all.
By nightfall Breymann had lost a quarter
of his force, was outnumbered and mired,
he’d lost all his cannons, and deduced that
the only choice left was to retire.
He retreated west, back to Burgoyne’s force,
no attempt at a pursuit was made,
Burgoyne’s mighty raid had found only blood,
nine hundred casualties he had paid.
Those men would’ve been useful in weeks to come,
when the British went against General Gates,
at Saratoga, Burgoyne faced a rout,
his surrender still recalled to his day.
Stark was hailed a hero for his actions,
for facing down the foe eye-to-eye,
what else could be expected from the great man
who would declare we should ‘Live Free or Die.’
He and the militia had changed the fight,
and covered themselves in great glory,
by striking a blow for liberty’s cause,
so a new nation might begin its story…
I saw you touch the raw ember of a fire
With naught but the purity of your tongue,
Calm set, poised heart held high
Vulnerable to all that might strike,
Centuries passed without cries parting
Your lips, ebony lips from deceased bones.
You stand on their outstretched limbs.
I felt you brush the land with nectar
For the benefit of cutting it away,
Barren earth displayed, riddled with rust
Yet tangy with the malicious force –
Force of those that set your fate
In immortality, the fame of those long gone.
A future in your quaking palms.
I know you with your high strung boots
Which trample all protests with a simple clack,
I know your fear, reverent in every quavering promise
Of life, of hope, of the rich honey that runs thick
In harsh blown trees and the thick rain on grass,
Your key is locked within the hollowed tomb of age
And time, to speak your rhythm to all.
You are the revolutionary, you are the start.
Mrs. Margaret 'Molly' Corbin:
A true Revolutionary War heroine.
When her husband in battle fell dead,
Though wounded, she fired his cannon instead.