Best System Poems
as swallows land and swifts take flight
inside late noon’s last shards of light
the chill winds that descend on day
cause dense green swathes of reeds to sway
across the flooded vista’s ground
in harmony with nature’s sound
of shrills that echo through the air
from birds and insects everywhere
while stars with room to breathe and shine
light up a land divorced from time
to show the beauty and true worth
of life in balance here on earth.
footsteps aimlessly
walking on their trails
beaten down and broken
shiny as the rails
the rails of the train
over used and rusted
crumbling ignored
the system that you trusted
the silence of conformity
the quiet crying song
of people lost in apathy
monotony so long
the old man remembered
the booming days of old
and tried to warn the youngster
with stories he had told
the young man in the t shirt
can hear no warning cries
television cataracts
covering his eyes
commoners injected
with complacent misdemeanors
fed intravenously
from mass media feeders
the heretics will scream
with no one to hear their call
the working slaves will perish
society will fall
in the pulpit yelling
mystifying lies
sweating like a demon
with fire in his eyes
passing round a dish
to collect the workers' wage
saving souls ain't easy
so he sets a stage
profiting from fear
preparing them for death
comfort is a business
says his liquor breath
on the front row fanning
the woman says amen
waiting for the bell
so she can live in sin
forgiveness is a blessing
that god will give to few
surely she'll be one
when her life is through
the child in the classroom
with the curious mind
will be beaten and conditioned
until she too is blind
"trust in the system"
is the motto that they teach
"question nothing,
so higher you can reach"
the land of the free
the home of the brave
only for those of us
content with being slaves
some will stand on street corners
holding big white signs
telling of injustice
held beneath our sights
but those who throw the bombs
which burn society down
those will be the shakers
for true freedom to be found
but the sheep still continue
to justify their life
ignoring others torment
blind to their strife
perpetuating failure
selling bankers souls
to keep on consuming
to get the best remote control
to build themselves a shield
what kind of life is this
numbness is a virtue
and ignorance is bliss
Blanketed in crimson, Mars glows with fire,
while Venus sparkles with deep medallion-
The twilit moon shining in fierce desire,
each planet aligns into a stallion.
Jupiter is the largest sphered planet,
it acts as a strong mirrored reflection-
Pluto’s surface is rough like harsh granite,
the sun and Neptune make a connection.
Our home galaxy is the Milky Way,
containing two hundred billion bright stars-
The comet soars like a keen castaway,
bringing stunning life to earth from afar.
The pure wonder of the solar system,
brings phenomenal wonder and wisdom.
May 11, 2017
It was a week before my eighteenth birthday;
I was a drug dealer. Hooked also, but with no cares.
From a small town where no one had any money,
I figured I would get off like the rich kids whose daddies bought their freedom.
But my daddy was a convict, and he had no money.
He only had a son, me.
The judge decided to make an example of me.
Because there would be no fuss.
Because I was a poor boy from a poor family,
and my family was deemed “bad”.
I was “bad” by association, and of course, my mother was the town whore. Which did not help.
So they put me in for twenty-five years, and I was not even eighteen.
Don’t worry, a public defender who did not know me lied.
You might have to serve eight.
I got into fights because I did not want to do what others did.
I wanted to keep myself for myself.
Or for a nice girl.
I was a horrible inmate.
The guards were always dragging me to the prison doctor.
I got sent away before I was eighteen.
I came out a week before my forty-third birthday.
My youth spent in prison, with others who made a mistake,
most of them poor, many black.
I was one of the few whites in there,
because they do not usually make examples of us.
But I was a poor kid from a poor family,
and they wanted to make an example of me.
Lesson learned. Try to be rich in America.
And do not make any mistakes if you are black or poor.
When the majority is accustomed to having their say,
it's a shock to the system when it's no longer that way
Dwindling numbers has turned the majority into the minority
Welcome to my world,
where having your voice heard is an exercise in futility
Go grab a megaphone,
or dial some digits
See if you catch your congressman or woman
and tell them something's horribly wrong
The deal is this:
You were the majority,
now you're the minority
The numbers tell the story,
and numbers never lie
I know it's a shock to the system:
Either rage against the machine,
or sit at home and quietly cry
You found a nice piece of real estate,
and were the prime time share owners for a long time
Deal with it,
a new group has come in,
and their numbers are not on the decline
It has to be a shock to the system,
has you feeling like you're Frankenstein
911 is the number you call,
when you think you've witnessed a monstrous crime
Welcome to my world,
being a minority ain't all bad
But if you're use to being number one:
it's a shock to the system,
when you've been demoted to second class
Abandoned Yellow Star,
Existential apostle.
Solar flares haunt outworlds, "I'm It, you're not."
Mercury, Mary's star loved from afar.
Hot but not the hottest star.
A tiny lifeless star.
Venus will have more sunlight in her hair.
Acid clouds, corrosive ground.
A great task, you won't last.
Mars, Ray Bradbury's & Poe's summer home.
Famed Martian golf balls canals.
Mountain Mons view Earthsets.
Jupiter planet King.
Juno caught clouds aided by sprites and elves.
It passes gas, no solids.
Saturn, Trump's hide-a-way post Mar-La-Go
Eyes like Godiva's, you'll see.
Ocean moon, life likely.
Uranus ... home planet of many Ex's.
Twenty years long each season.
Tad colder than Neptune.
Neptune ice-cold Hunter.
1300 mph.
One hundred sixty-five years per Biden.
Pluto is a dwarf planet, not full-sized.
Other planets ... still too close.
Latter cause for exile.
A careful constructed system
that’s designed to lead to failure
few escapes, leaving the rest
to be taken advantage of
those who escape
reaches a certain level
then prey on the weak
by selling hopes and dreams,
hope and dreams
that rarely come true.
The game is being sold as
the truth remains concealed
while those continue to profit
off the ignorance and the pain
emotions get exploited,
generating energy curren-cy
that keeps the system employed
as it thrives on the sufferer.
Extortion and manipulation
hijacks the mind, turning
you into willing participants
of your own torment,
creating a tyrannical force
that’s impossible to beat.
Free-will in disguise is a
predetermined force
coering you to endure in
a careful constructed system,
a system that’s designed
to maximize human suffering.
A true angel removes your mask
Seems to be her task
Digs into your belief system some more
Asks how you gained your values, core
I am a creature of habits old
A product of my experiences untold
A book easily read
Raised on biases instead
Long bearded men
Each needs to read a chapter from handmaidstales
One in two of us are women
Our reproductive devices are own
Men of church leave our vaginas
Out of your remit
To your dogma
We won't submit
We alone will choose to be a mamma
And mammas among us
Are blessed with our babas
We are in control of our own vaginas
Not the church or the holy order
* trump withdrawing necessary funds from reproductive rights of women. abortion will go underground and millions of women may die as a result of this!!!:(
Long bearded men
Each needs to read a chapter from handmaidstales
One in two of us are women
Our reproductive devices are own
Men of church leave our vaginas
Out of your remit
To your dogma
We won't submit
We alone will choose to be a mamma
And mammas among us
Are blessed with our babas
We are in control of our own vaginas
Not the church or the holy order
Gathering four elements of life sustaining the earth,
People keep on killing our natural resources,
Start planting trees to balance the flow of ecosystem.
I am looking for myself in the center
of my own solar system
The thoughts just drifts with the wind
The senses are united with the truth
Life forms my heart
Childhood memories in my soul
wonderful happiness
Blue as the sky
and as a coral sea
How the ocean reflects sunset colors game
The night may let me in
in a world where the stars play
I can not explain it
but it warms me
and makes me whole
13.09.2014
A-L Andresen :)
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- Thanks for my 6th place in the contest :)
Solar sails are set--
Stores secured, status shows green.
Surfing Saturn's rings.
Celestial spheres...
marvels of the cosmos but
marbles for the Gods.
That wide open plan,
The desktop area so spacious,
A vast canvas so beautiful;
Why do you sit there,
Open to all for their curiosity?
When you to me call.
Oh cupboard, that hard disk brimming with identity,
Memory no problem, even lacking files;
Proficiently organised with raging delight,
Amorous filing system which you employ.
All disks are obvious, seen by me,
Begging to be viewed, added to or changed,
Offering usage stats and permissions,
That are not just the programmer’s privilege,
But any users' decree.
No LOGO, no dos,
No text-based system to beat,
No floppies to be distorted,
By the drives' magnetic wheels.
Encrypted files are offered,
But that requires some introspection,
About whether or not your loved one,
Would really infiltrate your disk,
And read your documents.
My computer is a reflection of me,
My order or my mayhem;
No longer my prowess and endeavour,
‘Cos my articulations are my graft,
Not the machine’s mechanisations.