Best Socialworld Poems
In an age of the world, that was much like our own
The seeds of indifference, were rampantly sown
Compassion forgotten and equality unknown
The bounty of Earth was for one land alone
A land with such power, it bent to it's will
The tired, the hungry, the weak, and the ill
With a thirst so unyielding, It could never lye still
Though it's cup never empty,could never be filled
It spread like an inferno. yet raged like the sea
protesters were bloodied so most chose to flee
While begging for mercy, that was not to be
From a glutinous people who chose not to see
These people stood idle, did nothing to stop
Their king's hands were scarlet, But they each held a drop
For the ways of the righteous they would not adopt
They watched the world sinking, but they were on top
Soon there was nothing, no time to atone
The world was returned, to the ages of stone
And all that was learned, would never be known
A world turned to ruin, for one land alone
Darkness and stillness are my friends
I am poverty and beggary is my trend
A matter of surprise but a subject not to hide
Ignorance is my mother and I am a fatherless child
Soaked in blood and covered with mud
I live in this world like a hopeless bird.
if the whole world turns like me?
A little carelessness turns out to be
Sinking deep in this dilapidated sea
I cry for a life, I cry for your mercy!
When Europeans first came to America, it seemed to be their role...
To reach out with both hands, for all the goods and lands they stole.
When our nation was founded by men of vision...
They spoke out, their king showed them nothing but derision.
The colonization by troops and taxes imposed were so unfair...
Liberty from him was declared, fought for, and taken from there.
The thefts of that king were small by any means...
To the way we have treated our fellow Americans.
We continued to take the Indians' lands...
Never thinking twice, of the blood on our hands.
We greeted the black man with whip and chains...
Can we ever remove the ghosts of their pains?
Yes, we drenched our land red with blood to set them free...
But prejudice remains, even after more than a century.
We have helped set so many peoples free with our aid in war...
Have we forgotten at home, just what was fought for?
"Ours is the greatest country" we tend to shout...
Yet, the Ugly American still lurks about.
The world watches us with wonder and awe...
Many hate or envy us, because of our human nature's flaw.
Many cast for hope, but reel in despair...
The things we do to others, we must do with better care.
The Greatest Generation the world will ever know...
Is slowly dying, their life's light passing out, as darkening embers go.
If our nation should have learned anything...
It must be that millions suffer to have Freedom's Ring.
Our understanding and compassion will go a long way...
To let them see, the "Ugly American's " face, as not so ugly one day.
The world is small in cyberspace
Where friendships are large and peace abounds.
Thought by thought we interlace…
Around the world similar people are found.
Those who care to share their love.
Those who see parallels in life…
Those who know the peaceful white dove.
And communicate goodness…not strife.
A world where ills all melt away,
Where affection grows a brighter day.
Where hope enjoys a colorful array.
And people across all nations pray.
Anonymous friends who set aside pride.
And develop emotions of kindness inside.
In cyberspace understanding comes alive.
People greet; then, within tolerance thrives.
(Cyber-friends set examples for the real world.
Associating in a place where possessions matter not.
With our deepest hopes and fears unfurled,
We go where wisdom grows without being bought.)
Amid the worlds of fellowman we learn.
Acceptance and tolerance delivers dreams.
Where man is kind and does discern.
But beyond the world of cyber space…power schemes –
© January 1, 2011
Dane Smith-Johnsen
The world slumbers past the rise of the moon
And the mist of dark creeps upon Us like a blanket of shadow,
Crawling from the farthest horizon
As the world falls under the mist
Mortal genies crawl out of the cracks in the earth
And one by one they eavesdrop on our dreams
One by one they hoard our secrets
Star-crossed lovers and dusk veiled bandits,
And as dawn wills itself to rise
The mortal genies take their well kept secrets
And scurry into their cracks in the earth
Ready to rise in the morning amongst the rest of men,
As the mist of dark fades away and recedes to the horizon
And the moon stretches back to its eternal bed
The sun greets it with a knowing smile
And the Moon replies of mortal men:
“Alas, if only keeping secrets from Us
Were as easy as keeping their secrets from one another”
© Samir Georges
2010
Wonderful Anthems
Here and there into symphonies weaving
Words, panegyric words, inebriating
Nations everywhere each with glory beatifying
Faith, love, courage beautifully praising
Ethics, peace and hope in every song, exhilarating
Unity all are calling; freedom dearly holding
Life, shelter, chastity, wonders everyone offering
So many egos awry inflating
Schizophrenic world
Schizophrenic world we are building
False most hymns are sounding
Dissonant words travel to hearing
Peoples slowly, painfully dying
Hunger, famine more land gaining
Casus bellis easily finding
Exclusion, hatred everywhere disseminating
Extolled virtues nowhere, any longer existing
Human fresh flesh cheaply exposing
Scavengers we are all turning
Schizophrenic world
Schizophrenic world we are all building.
The headlines scream, I quickly turn the page.
What can I do? I understand the rage.
If they were here and pleading at my door,
I'd raid my pantry for these hungry poor.
We fill the baskets in our church food drive.
I pray my share will keep one child alive.
I buy the goat I've been told will fulfill
Some family's needs and feel vicarious thrill.
I gladly give my meager widow's mite
Knowing full well the good it does is slight.
American farmers strive the world to feed.
Charities send it to the world in need.
But there are some encountered on the way
Who filled with greed, cause our good gifts to stray.
No one person, charity or nation can
Fill every need of every child or man.
Meanwhile, neglecting those who are most close.
I mourn my grandchild, dead from over-dose.
won hm
There is no true social reform or reconstruction
without individual effort toward a new direction
our social ill's have many philosophic maxims
all somewhat similar to the Pandora's box syndrome
People are the way they are,because
the world is the way it is...
The world is the way it is,because
people are the way they are...
It becomes a collective challenge thru individual effort,
from the inside out,a personal and worthy endeavor
adjustment of the social whole appears superficial
from one to the many,natural process toward the special...
One of the worlds oldest riddles...
" What came first,the chicken or the egg? "
There is no resolution,or reconciling universal mysteries,
until we can approach and understand the mystery of Man...
No Matter The Floor You Pass Out On
I awake as any other madman slash poet.
Apon the floor naked pizza box for pillow a members only jacket for a blanket.
yes the libary sure has changed over the years.
less and less people were reading buggets were cut meaning
libraryies were under staffed and rarely did anyone dare venture into
the stacks and thank good for that. Cause being i preffered free sleeping
it was probaly for the best.
but no matter the the floor you pass out on most all fine
american men wake up with are god given birth rite.
That which after a trip to the restroom like
that early morning madness that was christmas pressent openning
was over way to fast and was kinda disapointing.
Floors werent the best beds in the world in fact they
sucked altogather but drinking and common sense dont even
belong in the same room togather.
Portsmouth Va was a strange world indeed a place where upscale colided with skidrow.
Me I preffer the company of a outdoor sleeper to that of a
spoiled spoon fed yuppie turd.
the art school cranked out angst ridden buble people by the second.
They walked the street soaking in the pain of life.
there heads stuck so far up there asses I always felt compeled to trip them as they walked
by.
acting as though they were outsiders yerning to be mainstream
they'd rape there mothers on a mtv reality show as dad cried in the background.
Just for a taste of stardom.
True talent who needs that?
but no matter the floor you pass out on one
thing was clear.
In a world were you could have a bus load
of kids and get paid for it.
fame wasnt such a rare thing anymore.
The floor I passed out on was cold and cruel but surrounded
voices from the past.
the floor these hollow reallity show bottom feeders
passed out on. Had to besoft as there heads.
Otherwise there brains would splatter across the floor.
And some TV exect would have a brainstorm to have a show
were washed up celebrities would have a contest.
To see who could bore us the most with there sob story
Yes friends id rather have a pizza box for a pillow
than a reality show pillbox for a brain.
and the truth effectsus all form no matter
which floor so you do choose to pass out on.
I'm disappointed not because am hungry
but it's the world that tortures me.
I say am disappointed not because am sick
but it's my life that needs care every time.
I'm disappointed again not because i will die
but it's those who hate me everyday.
I'm disappointed a lot not because am poor
but it's those who make the world hard
because of corruption and wars.
I say am disappointed!
The cherub lies asleep in the cradle in the perfect baby room
The parents who sugarcoat society for their children are doomed
Tell them fairy tales that are magical and can believe
The pusher on the corner is the one in today's world with the magic up his sleeve
Scary world to raise a child and teach them to respect others
Sitting on the school bus and cut down the poor kid's mother
Fifth grade, Julie is gaining weight
Brad, her so called boyfriend sealed her childhood fate
A strange smell emerges from a boy's toilet stall
The door opens, 3 boys exit, the police are waiting in the hall
The boys laugh, they are only thirteen so juvee is their next stop
Metal detectors at all the doors
Guns, knives are taken daily, some kid bullied by a jock, just trying to even the score
We as parents, see it from another angle
We just can't understand the generation of entitlement is our Fallen Angels
From the deepest contemplation of the worlds greatest thinkers,
from ancient times to the present,
mankind has had to humble itself at the greatness of creation,
finding himself above the lower creatures,yet
lower than the higher intelligences....
We've come a long way from horse and buggy,
drawn chariots and wagons,to
automobiles,and flying buses in just one hundrend years....
from pidgeon messages,smoke signals and telegraph,to
cell phones and instant messaging on the internet...
we've endured wars of conquest,whether
political or for petty reasons of dominance,
only to become stronger from which hasn't killed
the spirit of adventure and the innovation of a pioneer...
we've learned to do battle on the micro world stage,
those infectious pesky bugs which continue to grow stronger,
parasitic organisms which search and destroy the healthy,
yet...the macro world stage has become our biggest challenge...
Circumstance of place,has marked our conditioned mind,
which poses many behavoral challenges,as we
face our most enduring tests in these troubled times,
our ultimate reality,is that we live in a world
of multiple realities,grouped into convention of thought,
in search of solace and sympathy,as we
continue to face conflict and opposition....
Throughout the course of our human history,
we have learned and we have proven,
that with the ingenuity of hindsight and foresight,
we can readily find a remedy to ease the illness
at the macro level...as we have on the micro,
timely patience should be our friend,
instead of instant results becoming our foe....
it took us thousands of years to get to this place
we call our present...let's not in the blink of an eye,
destroy which our ancestors worked so hard to build...
In defense of mankind,we've come a long way,
but....we've still got a long way to go....
How has technology saved us?
The world almost runs itself
Digital empires in our hands
Keeping everything in demand
Just another buzz word again
What remains a classic lasts
Now becoming the end of this
The next best thing never is
Screens might be counterfeit
Put down the phone for a sec
You may just run into a pole
Look at the world around you
Do you feel your own energy?
What a sick world we live in,
for we are trying to rid;
The world of our homeless
and the mentally ill that's hid.
We look down upon all people,
who have been convicted of a crime;
We say that all bikers
are nothing more then slime.
And if you have a tattoo,
that other people can see;
Then you must be a drug dealer
it makes no sense to me.
How can we teach our children,
to love rather then hate?
When all the world around us,
is in such a sad state?
Sometimes it makes me sad,
most times it makes me cry,
To think that the American dream,
is nothing more then a lie!
Window smooth
On surface move
Your hand to prove
The world to me
Illuminate
Upon your face
Discover God
To clue embrace
The world is yours
By marker held
Each motion news
In awe compelled
Equation sure
In light of sun
The handiwork
A mortal one?
And how be known
In light of this
When all will think
Much less and miss
The work you've done
To understand
When we have all
But shallow hand