Best Societal Poems
untainted yet unfiltered
unrefined and unpolished
retry or repeat
replay and rethink
non-disclosure agreements maintain non-abrasive relations
non-adhesive and non-adjacent
pre-approved with pre-attained knowledge
preceding and preconceived
pre-you and pre-me
post-op after post-apocalypse
post-exposure and post-devaluation
anti-image mingled anti-ego
semi-coherent and semi-caring
over-bearing and under-delivering
sub-human in trans-consciousness
hyper-sensitive before hyper-aggressive
hyper-alert and hyper-aware
out-gunned or out-played
who cares
Why is there this
un-clear re-defining
of a
non-differential pre-ordained
post-humous anti-progressive
semi-important over-emphasized
under-developed sub-genius
trans-race hyper-complex
out-landish ever-changing
Societal "Norm"
Be-you, and let me, be-me.
Digital age, digital technology, digital people
Digital adds to life
Digital subtracts from life
But why?
Because:
People make things
People change things
People use things
People abuse things
So:
Digital education for everyone
Then:
Digital technology for everyone
Young and old, rich and poor, here and there
Reboot society
Reboot life
Reboot digital!
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Written 2 February 2021
This is a poetical version of
Rebooting ethics education in the digital age
https://doi.org/10.20935/AL146
It demonstrates Poetical potentials: the value of poems in social impact education which can be found at
https://dl.acm.org/doi/10.1145/3381025
Both articles are written by Simon Rogerson
Poetry Soup Featured Poem: December 19, 2021
Living the lap of luxury all that glitter isn’t gold
Whatever ‘retail therapy’ provides is not worth the soul
Compassion mixed with a dash of guilt thinking of the ‘have not’s
But it is not enough to stop waiting at the door for the UPS drop-offs
Money, greed, power these are the values of today
Torn between love of man or feeding the cliché’
Keep up with the Jones’ bombards the airwaves, everything airbrushed in between
When all looks just so, she’s a size 2, he’s GI Joe, and baby completes the scene
Then you will have ‘arrived’ so this is what ‘they’ say
Have you pondered why the world still bleeds red
Despite how we see a need for a change?
"Wise" men will say; 'You want to change the world?
To succeed, change the evil in yourself'
So we strive to perfect our reflection;
Make peace within war-torn relationships;
Smile a happy smile day after day. Why?
Because they tell us to; say it's "normal"
And so they have our balls gripped in a vice
Of societal shackles and stasis.
Encumbered by the weight of our own lives
So as to keep the power within theirs.
This isn't an equal society.
This isn't an equal democracy.
This life is an unjust imprisonment
Of human heart and mind; body and soul.
Masters of theft
Morally retarded
With devious stealing methods
For people, today they steal
From them, tomorrow they steal
Skewing the popular concept of morality
The execuTHIEVES among rodents
Leading players in series of shocking scandals
With gross misconducts running the gamut of vices
Devious financial dealings and embezzlements
Shall I compare thee to rats?
The societal rats in human clothing
Faithless shipmates, residents of trash heaps.
Even candidates for public offices
Stripped grain warehouses
Eaten entire field of tomatoes
And other vegetables
Waves of tree climbing rats
Have stormed orange groves
And devoured the fruit
Roof rats have descended after the dark
To nip at sleeping children and adults
The then 'holy' one,
So easily stoop to thievery.
Wallowing in wanton moral filths
Manifestoes are less important
You only appear to take a satanic
And moronic relish in splashing thy vulgarities
Into the face of the public
Unless thou anchor thy knowledge to moral foundation,
The ultimate result will be dust and ashes.
Dust and ashes that will bury the hopes
And monuments of men beyond recovery
In a world where beauty's confined,
To a frame, a shape, so pre-defined.
I refuse to bow to discrimination's hand,
Refusing to let it define me.
No more the shackles of slim and packed,
A revolution, where all sizes are backed.
Let every size find equal ground,
Opportunity for all, in beauty abound.
Tired, I am, of body shaming's sting,
Stripping away personalities, it's not fair.
Surgeries coined as a beauty elixir,
Dehumanizing, losing what makes us richer.
Aging, a grace, should be revered.
Not hidden away, nor to be feared.
Wrinkles etching stories, tales untold,
Genuine beauty, a treasure to behold.
Refusing to pack up, conform and fit,
To standards dictating what's deemed legit.
Short kings and queens, rise with pride,
In uniqueness, a privilege to confide.
I reject the notion, forever young,
As if aging steals the song we've sung.
Short kings and queens, stand tall,
Privilege in difference, let it enthrall.
Magazines preach a perfection lie,
A word so elusive, an unreachable spell.
Yet, true beauty in our diversity lies,
Our uniqueness, the true beauty supply.
Singleness born from society's decree,
Hearts left lonely, unable to feel.
Love should not be confined by a face,
But thrive in the uniqueness of each embrace.
In the name of beauty, let's redefine,
Break the chains that society designed.
Humanity's worth is not for sale,
Embrace the beauty in every tale.
I refuse to pack up, conform and fit,
Society's standards, I'll never submit.
Championing a beauty that's real,
Every heart and soul, let's empower and heal.
Mothers of the world, I plead with you,
For each child you nurture, a life anew.
Be they good or bad, in your arms they grew,
Amidst a harsh world, let anger subdue.
Fathers standing tall, can you comprehend?
The struggles they face, the wounds they must mend.
Frowns breed chaos, let compassion ascend,
Boys forced into men, a cycle we must transcend.
And who should carry the weight of this plight?
The child who cries out, seeking solace in the night?
The mother balancing, with all her might,
The father, a pillar, when darkness takes flight?
Or is it society, the one to blame,
Muting our cries, labeling them as tame,
But who's there for you, in sorrow and flame,
A listening mother, with love as her name.
A father toiling, his devotion unyielding,
While you weep, he senses the pain you're concealing,
Society looms, its blows ever revealing,
Can we recreate a world where compassion is healing?
Let us rise together, mothers and fathers as one,
In a symphony of love, our battles undone,
Where society listens, its heart truly won,
And the silent cries find solace in the sun.
Word paint this uncanny illusion,
fluid in state of mass confusion
Product line of numb minded sheep,
in fear of difference,
holding doubt in reverence.
Minds and feet now anchored deep,
having slid the slippery slope steep
unto worn road of indifference.
Like sweeping sand with
silicon grains seen as dunes
in desolation deserts
one and few dare dream
molding disparate unique
specks in wondrous betterment
Date: September 24, 2016
Poetry Contest: Three Style II
Sponsor: Laura Loo
Syllables: checked via howmanysyllables.com
Rules:
- 1 new poem on any theme using these three forms:
- In this exact order (the couplet and 2nd stanza do not have to share same rhyme
scheme, my letters below are used as a guide)
1. One couplet : A-A
2. One stanza with rhyme scheme: A-B-B-A-A-B
3. One sedoka: syllable count: 5-7-7-5-7-7 (no rhyme scheme)
When I stare at Bomba, coughing aloud outside
When Mwami and family, chewed swallowing thunderously
He glares most in somber, so as to get a guide
How to enter and nearly, they hear ignoring unanimously
As I listen from country man, scratching the bald to seek
While political men keep on, ballooning bellies to thinner the barns
They die in numbers malnourished, or stay to toil but weak
How to get least own, they hear but guards with guns
When I see a minister, in the holy cabinet lecture
That happy are the poor, like insurance collecting levies
While the beggar in sinister, collecting particles for nurture
How to grow on particles' tour, which can't quench deficiency
My appeal to all, that before any we want some
From anybody without care, but the strides after
All you need wall, and then you sound worm
After a glory so fair, your evil the starter
Stay the self like selves, for all are equal
The more equal are unsure, that day and night are sides
Of a rotation just a day, when stand in light focal
Never point fingers mature, and know they're just strides
At last I saw a pauper man, dig a huge hole most guarded
To throw the afterlife of, Mwami the former feaster
I bowed down to ban, my look not to get made'd
For when you jump a rope, it was be held upper
Hate and intolerance, wicked evils of the world.
Prejudices, biases, and bigotry
ran high and rampant -
in times of unrest and hardship.
Why are some so thoughtless?
I realize that hate is not something
that is natural to us.
From the early beginning of life,
that spontaneously sprung into existence.
Like a blade of grass appearing unbeknownst
in a silent crack on the sidewalk.
Back then, we were still -
uncontaminated by the evils -
as we grew older, in some,
they took roots and planted the seeds
of ignorant stereotypes.
Put in place and cultivated,
by the very society we live in.
With the numberless amounts of fertilizers
that society fed to them,
they began inciting hate and prejudices.
In the end, all those efforts resulted in violence.
Purposely released upon those
of difference, be it of
race, religion, or sexual orientation,
that can't bend to its will,
in its own disillusioned image.
Hate, intolerance, prejudice, bias, and bigotry -
from forth its heart
it unleashed onto the world -
fear, unrest, violence,
and ultimately, destruction.
Exhilarating the feeling to designate.
Invigorating those ideas to resonate.
Fabricating myth and lies to educate.
All for the power to humiliate and eliminate.
I have it all while you are less.
Always standing tall while you are always in a mess.
On Top while you fall to join the lost and the rest,
Almost divine that nothing can contest.
By Hook or crook, I always surpass the better,
Better than everyone! Disgusting and tattered!
My assets and treasure along the path that I have centered.
My perfect stature, even after heads were severed.
Bloods on my hands stained by the innocence slaughtered.
Tears on their faces as they ready to be tortured.
The stains of red, my resources sorted.
Paying of my debts with power I have accumulated!
Society, at first, accepted our harmonious but different relationship.
Because society thought we would be coming back to its monotonous linear thinking.
But, when it became obvious that we weren't going to do what society wanted us to do, society started to chip away our relationship.
The cracks didn't begin to show until two decades within our relationship.
Both of us were oblivious to their presence because we were so wrapped up in our love.
I finally noticed the cracks, but it was too late to save the relationship.
You tried to keep me from going back to the monotonous normality.
I finally saw our folly, but I enjoyed the time with you.
But if you want to do another outrageous experiment, don't call me.
LAWD GAD!!!
WEY YU SEY?
WI BOUT TO EXPERIENCE ANOTHER EPIDEMIC!
NO SAH!!!
WE CAAN TEK IT NO MORE
SO GWAAN BOUT YU BUSINESS
CAR-RONIA…CORONIA…COVID-19
WHATEVER YU BE!
WI HAVE 999 PROBLEMS BUT COVID-19 AINT ONE.
DAT DEADLY FRIEND, POVERTY
ALREADY A BOX WE LEFT,RIGHT AND CENTER
AND NOW YOU FEEL LIKE YOU WANT TO FINISH OFF THE JOB…
WELL,GWAAN BOUT YOU BUSINESS COVID-19
WE NUH WANT NONE OF YOU!
SHUT THE DOORS
SHUT THE WINDOWS
SHUT THE SHUTTERS
YU NUH SEE COVID-19 A TRY SNEAK IN?
COVID, YU FI REMEMBA DAT, “WHERE DOGS ARE NOT INVITED,BONES ARE NOT PROVIDED.”
TAN A YU YAAD!
YU NUH SEE SEY
WI NUH HAVE NOTHIN TO GIVE
YU?
DI FALSE TEETH DEM ALREADY
A DROP OUT OF THE ELDERS DEM MOUTH,
CAUSING DEM NOT TO EAT
AND NOW YU WANT TO COME AROUND
AND MEK DEM LOOK LIKE ONLY
BONES A WALK PON DI STREET
TAN A YU YAAD!
YU NUH SEE SEY
WI NUH HAVE NOTHIN TO GIVE
YU?
POVERTY ALREADY A WRECK HAVOC
PON DI PLACE LIKE A CATEGORY 1 HURRICANE
DARK BROWN GOLDEN ROOFTOPS
HAVEN’T SEEN A COAT OF PAINT IN DECADES
PINK LIPS TRANSFORM TO WHITE
OH WHAT A SIGHT!
HUNGER GRIPS THE INTESTINES
SIX PACK, A COMMON COMMODITY DAT
ZILLIONS OF SLENDER MODELS TO CHOOSE FROM,
IF THE OPPORTUNITY PRESENTED ITSELF,
SO, GWAAN BOUT YU BUSINESS COVID-19
TAN A YU YAAD!
YU NUH SEE SEY
WI NUH HAVE NOTHIN TO GIVE
YU?
VERSE 1
ok now its story time
young boy from our time
okay its kinda mad
maybe even kinda sad
but he was three when he was lost
mum left him at the door
so the world could teach him more
what the
what to love he thought
the world is quite distraught
i mean it was mean to him
only tears no smile for him
Not a shred of love to ease
the burden of the future sins
school taught him how to win
be the best at everything
apart from being a human being
anger was the seed
planted in the barren field
when the kids laughed at him
he took his knife sharpened it
hid until the dark was in
then he slit another kid
blood to wash away his sins
save him from the hate within
accident he called it it
system only slapped his wrist
The machine believed him
his need was believe in him
he got married had a kid
But how could the sad kid
lost in the world of ills
lead and teach another kid
to being a better being
it a wonder of seven wonders
no wonder the world is full of wonders
on the news a man killed his wife and kid
not sorry for his deed
welcome to monsters dot ink
change the channel from news
Time for Modern Family .
HOOK
I once told a joke
and it was funny
said God to the people in heaven
That is why I laugh when I see you
it again story time
VERSE 2
Complete Story @
(Could not fit second Verse )
https://soundcloud.com/moses-c-chach/monsterinc
Heaven's (to Betsy) dis allow
wing danger fields vow
wing to protect and bless
beasts and children – endow
wing inadequate livingsocial
egads, fore-fend, now
a days such simultaneous show
whirring, or bath,
asper in above - flow
whir a sad comment
aery on humanity,
when one cannot,
but be faulted bestow
wing unforgettable sibling
camaraderie making
a splash together -
holy cow
"big brother" watching quickly
contacted and how,
hastening to doorstep
child welfare pow
were fully advocating
(nee demanding)
legal custodian to bow
with demands...,or else...
get locked up in tow
handcuffed if in sub
ordinate or cause row
dee ness regard
ding custody of
minor, no go
even though dependents
only freshly crow
wing out of toddler
call robin hood,
to help post bail
necessitating scraping dough
such nonchalant
activity, would grow
into flagrant sexual abuse know
tub bull lee i.e. pedophilia poe
tent shill strongly predicted,
especially ho...ho...ho
Christmas holidays,
where queen tush
scent shill average Don Joe
Jacob Jingleheimer
Schmidt sits on Santa's lap,
(a veritable stranger),
this practice oddly enough
acceptable to status quo
ordinarily kids
should think "whoa"
upon being accosted, confronted,
detained...and NOT slow
to run the other way pronto!