Best Secede Poems
They are in meaningless session again
Not seeking to serve but to practice the deception
Not seeking to lead but to mislead
Taking black and white, creating gray
Don't wave that flag if you do not honor it
Oppression by omission. You have given
NOTHING
But rights to the dissidents and wrongs to the citizens
Hear me now
I cannot replace the spine you're missing
ONE NATION UNDER GOD
If you cannot accept you cannot lead
If you cannot lead you are the problem
THE FAILURE
Authorizing condemnation and treason
Banning prayer and patriotism
Once filled with victory and pride
Now mired in failure
Represent or resign, serve or secede
Make a stand for once or fall forever
We no longer will tolerate
YOUR FAILURE
One nation UNDER GOD.
Categories:
secede, political, social, prayer,
Form:
Free verse
As a Kid, I never wanted to be viewed as Black. There were always negative connotations that came with that.
Death and Evil, things like the "Black" Plague.
The Representative of Darkness and the Loneliness of Shade.
I Remember a teacher told me according to statistics, by the age of 16 I'd Drop out of School
And by 18, I'd Be in the Prison System or in my Grave.
I guess she was trying to use a scare tactic to make me behave, but I took it in the wrong way!
Now I'm hating myself just because of the pigment of my skin is this way!
But the next couple of days, my opinion changed.
I started to learn some "Evil" History.
You see, there was the KKK and we had the BPP! I learned that my Ancestors were Kings and Queens.
From Light skinned to Dark all Black was Beauty. And a couple of musicians and inventors I do secede.
Then along came the NAACP!
My ancestors were writers and politicians, so what CAN I do?
They were Innovator! So what CAN I do?
They Broke Indestructible Barriers! So what CAN I do?
What CAN I do?
What CAN I do?
WHAT CAN I DO?!
Being Black, the true question is
What CAN'T I Do?
*Dedicated to the NAACP of El Dorado, Arkansas
Categories:
secede, black african american, deep,
Form:
Free verse
Dinner with old friends:
salmon with red cabbage, asparagus, Caesar's salad, penne with
broccoli, two white wines.
Jane Jacobs could analyze how it all got to our table
or even how their daughter came to us from Cambodia.
The economy or market bringing a thing of beauty, the farms, the trucks,
such comfort. The ancients knew this too
yet we are anxious about famine, genocide and nuclear war.
How can we organize (govern) ourselves to end self-imposed suffering?
That Quebec and Puerto Rico may secede peacefully at any time a
majority chooses is a source of pride. Why not Kurds, Chechyns,
Tibetans and Armenians?
Difficult to write a poem about it. At table, candlelight, we debate
or whine about the other side winning and making a mess
of our lives. The election could be stolen, tampering with voting
machines,
what policy question does that possibility raise? War in Iraq,
school testing, prison population. Religion, the abyss surrounding the
little promontory life.
It'll all work out in the end. Go to your daily practice, be a good citizen.
Another failed effort to write what I mean. Such confusion, yet
two white wines.
Categories:
secede, daughter, farm, friend, old,
Form:
Verse
Radio free State of Deseret 3 July 2118, 6 PM Salt Lake Time
International news first.
27 Zionist terrorists leaders were beheaded in the Caliphat of Palestine yesterday after their failed attempt to establish a third state of Israel in Jerusalem during Rhamadan.
One of the last two remaining members of the European Union, France, decided to secede after the other remaining member, Germany, forcibly annexed neighboring Austria after a surprise attack last night. Experts think the attack on Austria was to gain thousands of hectares of undepleted uncontaminated topsoil, and to find a place to deport all the refugees Germany has taken in from the Kurdistan-Turkey-Syria conflict.
After six months of street fighting, Anglo-Canadian forces finally captured the last of the Quebec Libre forces in Montreal. Surviving members of the Libre forces offered only token resistance, as most were near starvation from the blockades.
Several promising oil fields have been identified in the Amazon River Valley of Brazil. Indigent natives had already left the area after the last of the rain forests had been plowed-under to grow sugar crops to make ethanol for fuel.
Venezuela and the Latino Free State of Texas are competing for contracts to drill.
Regional news.
Tomorrow marks what would have been the 342nd anniversary of the signing of the Declaration of Independence of the former United States of America. It also marks the 42nd anniversary of the simultaneous nuclear attack by North Korea and Iran on 7 major coastal cities of the USA during America's tricentennial celebrations, which precipitated the schisms in North America today.
The Deseret Volunteer Guard and Air Force successfully defended the kingdom against a new wave of attacks by gangs, pirates, and sexual deviants that tried to infiltrate via Las Vegas into what used to be Zion National Park.
The Prophet's Safety Council wants to remind all faithful member-citizens to avoid exposure to direct sunlight, to always carry your portable water decontamination kits and air filter masks with you, and to compost all plant materials and use your compost in your sheltered Victory Greenhouses.
Keep the Faith. Radio free State of Deseret signing off.
In One Hundred Years poetry contest
3 June 2018.
Categories:
secede, allegory, america, anniversary, cancer,
Form:
Free verse
Last night, God, I did it –
I am a sinner, not the first time
I part my lips, to commune with God
But I secede; and successfully, I fail
Last night, I only invoked the first devotion
God, my lips said; and that was all
I bit my lip and felt my warring veins
My face pressed on the pillow
My vain hands clamped under
My eyes folded tight, to see God
And I did –
My lips spoke no other word
God, speechless, weary, in the morning
I part my lost lips again and open my raw eyes
To find the night gone, my pillow soaked
A tear of the left and a tear on the right
Like two thieves on the cross, the tears mock
What am I, Lord? I saw you and said nothing
What thing am I? Peppering my tongue
I’ve dropped my lip, to say Amen
Will I be redeemed?
Listen, silent, hapless
Last night, hallowed God
I called you with my blood and heart
Drunk, I staggered to your throne
Called, stark, you answered
But Lord God, of stunning eternity
A nonentity kept you waiting
In the morning, ashamed
I crane my neck, cracking my lip
Tinkering my literature
One more time, seeking your face
And I bow in awe, little creature!
Anthology of iniquity…
How for me, you, divine puzzle!
In your Pantheon, still wait on me!
Categories:
secede, faith, , literature,
Form:
Narrative
COPLA 84 INVOCATION : This Bad Guy World
Unchecked Bad Guys will romp rampage
And turn World into warring ground :
Good Guys resist
At the height of summer advantage
Good Guys rein in secede no ground :
Soon comes the mist
Bad Guys bait entice fascinate
Give them the long swinging tight rope
To strangle in knots
Let not thoughts enmesh imbricate
In life and death struggles sans hope :
Bide time Yin rots
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2014
Categories:
secede, change, conflict, god,
Form:
Dramatic Monologue
Many a thing to see upon
In a world which is open
Where closeness plunged deep
Inside where it rightly deserves to creep!
You scribble on me hardly,
You scratch on me so painfully,
You thrust strong on me
To reveal everything to me
You know, whether you scribble,
Or you scratch, or thrust or nibble,
I am hurt never more or less,
As it always makes a smile of bliss.
Because more than that, you paint
Striking pictures of my conscience,
Adorn me with your magical power
As you craft everything for a lover.
Your way of approach is a surprise,
The climax, each time you leave me is a phrase
To recollect, remember, often and often
And smile at it often and often and often..
You dance on me well as I am a stage
Of strong base and solid mind to encourage
For each and every blunder you do
Of no matter the audience is one or two…
Since the time you found me,
A rigid bond has been born
That nothing can secede us both,
Not even the time would dare to do…
Because of our bold bond,
A new utopia has evolved where
Many things happen uncaring the time
That even sunset happens at the dawn..
We are born to live on together,
because,
When you are called streaking “QUILL”
I am called glorious “DIARY”…
Categories:
secede, art, beautiful, beauty, books,
Form:
Lyric
Noble Cauis, for whom do thee bleed?
Thy Mother? In madness, she did succeed
Over thy sweet heart her words stampede
Instilled insecurity, hate will blindly breed
Oh Marcius, my Liege
In Corioles walls, all by thee secede
A pack of cowards thee most kindly mislead
And yet their Savior they pay no heed
Oh Marcius, my Liege
People are fickle, yes indeed
Shall we anoint a scapegoat for their greed?
Roman savior, yet enemy decreed
Noble Cauis, for whom do thee bleed?
From Volsci hands you have them freed
They think not twice of severing the hand that will feed
Plant thy vengeance with rival's seed
And with this most loathsome deed
Thee brewed thy own carotid mead
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Going Shakespearanish. I wrote a poem about Coriolanus a while back,
but it was free verse and I wanted to change it up a notch.
Categories:
secede, betrayal, corruption, history, pride,
Form:
Rhyme
Stay alert to the melodies surrounding:
The banging on the walls,
so distant, so loud.
the noise resonates hatred
and tells of battles once fought,
once lost.
the scraping of rough feet,
on the smooth, dirty tile.
the noise resonates sorrow,
and tells of times once tried,
once failed.
The opening
and closing
of doors.
The noise resonates dashed hope,
and tells of dreams once dreamed,
once ruined.
The shaking of the house.
those who think they are larger
try to knock down the house.
All they do is shake it,
though do they ever give up?
The noise resonates All things,
and tells of everything once created,
once destroyed.
eliminate the senses,
as the sound envelops the body that's
neglecting the invasion.
But the heart was never strong enough
to eliminate the rebels,
that secede the senses.
Each note touches the heart,
sending like a storm
visions throughout the heart
filling each inch with sorrow,
deceit,
pain,
letting the ensemble reverberate
through the veins,
touching first the hands
losing insensitivity as they start to shake.
Moving to the feet,
falling through the ground as they begin to quake.
And forcing through the blockade
into the mind
shutting down thought
no future, only past
as these thoughts,
with such grace,
envelop each neuron,
slipping to the mind
like a fox
visions of tears
from past moons.
Present tears begin to form
stealing security;
peace of mind.
Don't run,
Don't hide,
from the teachings
of survival
in experience past.
Categories:
secede, fear, growing up, pain,
Form:
Free verse
just what is China up to?
that of course is the mystery debated by the empire’s
current administration,
as it no doubt will be the next,
regardless of what figurehead is in the oval office---
with a rising military budget,
projected to exceed that of the US in less than 50 years,
moving from a current $160 billion this year to that of
$1.8 trillion in 2050,
the policeman of the world is frightened---
having already lost control of their purse strings,
all they have left is the
baton.
will mr. obama or the puppet that follows him
be as brilliant as george w. was in 2002
when he referred publicly to “the Republic of Taiwan”
making it clear that the empire would do more than send over
two groups of aircraft carriers, like we did in 1996,
into the Taiwan Strait,
or will our fabulous figureheads learn to think before they read their
scripts?
after developing a military foundation, then comes mechanization &
then, informatization,
all meant to intertwine usage of technology in both the arena of weaponry,
as well as communication, so as to link it all up &
prepare for deployments---
it’s estimated that this kind of build up will be completed by 2020 in China---
so where does that leave the aging, dying, weakening, empire?
when China uses its military might to keep Taiwan from formally declaring its independence & attempting to secede in the coming years,
will the US spread itself even thinner than it already has &
send over forces to start
the first China war?
it’s all a matter of time.
Categories:
secede, life,
Form:
Free verse
The king loves his creatures quite white
Colored beings make him uptight
From those he’ll secede
Though that won’t succeed
Since leaving this Earth’s not too bright
Categories:
secede, break up, racism, war,
Form:
Limerick
Too late to cry and mourn yourself,
Bitter sweet the result of eternity,
Departure of no return, evaluating sorrow,
The wide road to destruction I took,
My cry ran through crescendo and beyond,
The stamp of eternal sacrilege placed
Struggling to secede the wrath, is unimplicable
The ocean of fire ran to taste my blood.
Lamentation on the dark faces of the inmates,
I see myself like a rich man, begging for a hand deep of water,
Tasty for restoration for millions of century,
Reminiscence brought memories, but all chances lost.
My worst enemy now my accomplice,
I ran from Canaan to Babylon,
If again chances is given, I will live without guilt,
Though the holiness of men is beyond His foot,
How better is the truth I rejected for pride?
Pride is a serpent causing destruction,
The winds hear me; take this message to my brothers,
For the result of pride is unimaginably not imagined.
Categories:
secede, fear, cry,
Form:
Elegy
A solitary kernel for lack of succoring nurture aggrieved
From sun's warm caresses seasonally bereaved
With wind's chilling strides constantly plucked, heaved
Lying on fallowed ground whose cloak now desleaved
With frigid mantle over frostbitten spine weaved
Nutrient-rich pores of their cultivating provender relieved
As brittle husk to its fibrous moorings tightly cleaved
So coarse grains to earthen crevices, pockets sheathed
Dormant, but from bludgeoned shell will not secede
Nor Summer's bountiful harvest deed
A sparse, unfurnished bed temporarily bequeathed
Until providentially-rendered elements have new life breathed
Still yet, creator hath numbered all and due rations perceived
Until Spring's availing tides have Winter's corroded channels reprieved
And life's, generating tenants from their frozen prisons freed
Categories:
secede, angst,
Form:
Rhyme
Texans want to break away
From being part of U.S.A.
Big enough to stand alone,
They want a country of their own.
Petitions got a lot of names
Supporting these secession claims;
People hoping to secede
Need White House blessings to succeed.
Instead, they got a rousing No!
It seems they have no right to go,
For back in 1869,
The Court called Texas out of line.
They’ve wanted out for many years;
But still, our Union perseveres.
Why, even when they sent us Bush,
We didn’t think they’d earned a push.
Come on now, Texas, just play nice.
Nothing’s perfect – my advice
Is suck it up and let it rest –
Your destiny is manifest!
Categories:
secede, political,
Form:
Couplet
Autumn shears my weary garden
Yet industrious summer doth pardon
Summer's residual, dusts with frothy mist
My annual saplings fruitful labors desist
Late season gratuities doth slight
Yet graciously freezes rancid blight
My well-manicured plot
Frozen mounds do clot
Branching tendrils secede
Anon, bracketing weeds recede
Each ballasting furrow
Into the ground doth burrow
All the burgeoning blooms
With callous frost entombs
Leaves that did with fertile juices flow
Now lie on shriveled vines sallow
The green, neon afterglow
With a tarnishing brown doth bestow
My ripening fruit once pungent and mellow
With a rotting stench doth bellow
Categories:
secede, seasons
Form:
Rhyme