Best Uncivil Poems
Parental desperation
is the dreadful flee bidden cause
Children separation
is the inhumane quarantine effect
Trying to cross the sovereign divide
is narrow mindedly viewed, by more than a few,
as a pestilent travel venture
Ill will is the chilling, unhealthy reception
The uncivil solution: Create an insane policy
for poor souls seeking asylum
Man-made designation is an animal control way station,
(also known as) Borderline K-9 Cages
See the perennially sad puppy eyes
laying fetal prone on the morgue cold, concrete floors
Watch the waning wag of the tongues,
their thirst for freedom dying behind iron bar doors
National psychotic behavior is borderline criminal,
keeping children in cages is morally indefensible
Diamondback mutes devolving into what?
Mental worms turning into heartless slugs!
Children developing separation psychosis
is a lonesome doggone shame
K-9 kids were never meant to be raised in cages,
yet no one wants to bear the blame
But many of the kennel keepers
have gotten so inured to the ear-piercing, borderline pain
And the womb-ripped parents
are never told where the aborted-trip children were taken
It was a still day on the plains.
Then all of a sudden the rains
came followed by hot sunshine
we sat and slowly sipped wine
Then the wind blew dust devils
that caused lots of grave perils
up rooting trees along the plains
and blowing hats down the levels.
That dust devil was so uncivil
as it left behind a load of drivel
You may use this toilet, but please do not spoil it,
Quit being mean by keeping it clean.
Flush it with water, not with what’s meant to drink,
If you care for others you won’t let it stink,
Ensure your aim is always true,
Use the right place meant for doing what you do.
Never leave bits and pieces lying around,
Inside the potty, not made on the ground.
Others may step on it, perhaps fall and trip?
Just because you made, an uncivil slip.
Always put value on that gleaming commode,
Whether in ceramic or moulded from spode.
Inside your home it would be ever so shining,
Why leave some strangers all worked up and whining?
Paying respect to everything going in under your snout,
Also pay attention to whats coming out.
-Prince Freakasso
(Painter & Poet)
Raise the white flag of defiance,
surrender to the hate
Offer no concession or compliance,
a vote count short
is the winning debate
Cry ballot thievery trace:
Urban poll pickpockets, of color suspect voices,
stole the presidential race
Let that dark anger drive you loss loco,
allow this crazy Philly notion
spur lawyer-up snort motion:
Rebel kick start your swastika sue mojo
American furor
says peaceful transition
of power
will not be solemnly given
Hear that new Teutonic tongue
speak with an old Prussian accent
Indignant ears love how the
uncivil voice of their native son
Sioux for war reservations —
Elector path
has been illegally taken
Reject all olive branch negotiations,
defective math
is the algorithm cause forsaken
Summon the Aryan spirit of
your American furor
Let the blackness of this seethe
make melanin hearts tear bleed
Show them the raw power
of Minority rule
Bugle blows at rallying hour —
Fear time to
pirate play the
parakeet fool
Rush into litigious battle,
stand by
your sour ground
Let not your American furor
stand idle
Unleash the rage bound
Rise uncaged angrily,
and curse that Assimilation mirror
Visigoth tout your American furor
Vandals of the rear guard,
foreswear White exhaust noise
is cloudy grey smoke purer
Hear the brassy blown, belligerent blast
Crimson wavy call to raise the white flag
Ivory enamel refute of popular votes cast
Black reboot of an era thought long past
Stylus diamond-tip studded ears
shouting beer garden terror
Given marching orders
to revive the blitzkrieg error
Force the world to hear the
ugly spin echoes of
Depression vinyl Führer
11-17-20
You look in your monochromatic mirror
and see a Lincoln Republican.
You read,
"You can fool some of the people some of the time,"
but not all the bicameral folks
all of their deep sacred ecology listening time.
But, you stopped at the HalfTime comma
which felt like giving permission
to step toward twittering condemnational rule
by fake news
confusing to distract,
denying to belittle
in your SaveFace Book of Conflict Management
while issuing Orders
not fooling anyone for any anti-health and safety constitutional time
at all.
You hope you are like Lincoln.
Yet he tried his WinWin best to avoid Civil War;
which means he did not do his WinLose supremacist best
to start an UnCivil Revolution
of Mutual WinLose Destructive Devolution,
competing against all NonUSA
NonWhite
NonJudeoChristian
NonAlphaDog Matriarchs,
as preferably servile bitches.
Lincoln thought it politically irrational,
although perhaps economically necessary,
to enslave and rape and sex-market black bitches.
You see the "perhaps economically necessary"
as Lincoln giving you permission
to ignore your own politically toxic intentions
to actively harm those who share your Elder Matriarchal
regeneratively nurturing
Organic Tree.
You, The NakedDonald,
are no Abraham Lincoln Republican.
You do not even pretend to speak softly and listen
while carrying a big stick.
You speak as loudly and often as possible
so there is no time for your LeftBrain Dominant Ego
to listen to your own RightBrain laughing
at the image of you not only carrying,
but nakedly waving for all to see your biggest stick.
You are AntiLincoln UberSupremacist Republican,
which means your SuperDaddy BadBoy CombOver Act
is alarmingly unhealthy and unsafe
in a WinLose Oval Office,
acting like a Rabid Elephant
in an on-line Glass House of EgoCentric-Only Mirrors,
which the Constitution intended to remain WinWin
Ego/EcoCentric Mirrors,
both on-line and off,
within Earth's WinWin healthier than WinLose
Reality ReGeneration/DeGeneration Show,
in which all Earth's Multiculturing Empires
wear only WinWin EcoPolitically ReGenerative Clothes.
We’re never uncivil,
But sewage, it’s raw,
Pumped over the innocent.
It’s displayed and sprayed
Over every infant.
We’re uncivil all the time.
We’re never unschooled,
But the teaching is stopped,
Taken from kid’s minds.
It’s hidden and forbidden,
Every child is blind.
We’re unschooled all the time.
We’re never immoral,
But justifying a rape
Of a five year old boy,
The kid is blamed, is shamed
For being a toy.
We’re immoral all the time.
We’re never unjust,
That woman who got raped,
Raped by a guard,
Is locked in a cell, a living hell,
Stands alone in the prison yard.
We’re unjust all the time.
Each day we hurt and violate,
We remove and isolate,
We turn our nationhood from fair
To despair,
We create distrust and disgust,
We need to be civil, schooled, moral and just.
I find it bemusing;
The sentiments some are choosing;
The language they are using;
When communicating their dissatisfaction,
With opposing political factions,
Whose personal appeal they find lacking.
So, I ask this my friends!
Examine what you say and pen.
Would you like this said of you?
Does it matter YOU believe it’s due?
Others may think you’re the back end of a mule.
I guess the question we all might use;
Does it fulfill the Golden Rule?
FROM A COMMENT TO ONE OF MY GOOD READERS/ Soupers:
"It's a blessing to have known Jesus through one's parents. I was 30 when I began to take Jesus seriously ("an acquired taste," for a Hindu nationalist). It's NATIONALISM - of whatever kind - THAT IS CAUSING WARS, not God/Jesus. Study wars & it's civil & uncivil causes will be connected with "ethnos" or ETHNOI, a la Russia & Ukraine, just for a current example of similar peoples fighting for their identities (and ego). They probably worship the same LORD and belong to similar denominations, would be my guess. Yes, material resources may be at stake, but if that CAUSE is paramount then you agree with the Marxists who believe only material/economic factors determine our humanity and behaviours.
shalom, shalom
Today we honor those who paid our price of violence
to protect us from each Other's mono-colonizing excesses,
we remember deep respect for those who have done their best
when this was too often not sufficient
to return to a resonantly healthy life together
in their own families,
prior spacious loves
now fenced
and ruined.
We recognize and would redeem
returns to less peace
found in Business As Usual
uncivil re-immersion.
We wonder
with our unowned feelings
and stranger-anxiety thoughts,
reverberating through second generations
of militarized domestic stress,
about seductively monopolistic economic
and reductively monotheistic
nationalistic political values
without CommonSense
win/win humane enterprise.
How and when holy patrimonial wars
and systemic RightWing terror
might politically re-erupt
and economically corrupt
this dark premonitional MemorialNight silence
of EarthMothers' green organic health Day
celebrating springtime wealthy forests,
panentheistic eco/neuro-systems
inter-re-ligioning
HolySpirit EarthNatural
indigenously wise preparations
for a robustly peaceful
and prosperous Fall harvest
With no sacred EarthMother need
to invoke GodTalk blessings
to honor those who pay OneFather's price of violence
to protect us from each Other's monopolistic
nationalistic
anthro-supremacist
straight white privileged preoccupations
fear and anger triggering
multi-generational
systemic militarized trauma
win/lose neurosystemic drama
of monotheistic GodTalk ideations.
Trumps Feeble, Limp, Rox... Zilch State Of Emergency
H.G. Wells..., ah...now there
without dark shadow of a doubt,
in my (myopic brown) eyes,
a prolific writer hooked hood accessorize
the English language, and captivated
populations, sans "The War Of
The Worlds" to realize,
with an assiduous presentation
convinced listeners, how
aliens did cannibalize
innocent Earthlings strictly via radio,
where rapt audience could actualize
"FAKE subjects" pretended to agonize,
yea of course after receiving
substance that did anesthetize
in an effort to minimize
potential melee erupting,
which feasible outburst,
could tinder, kindle, and antagonize
crowdsourcing masses,
who suddenly became repentant,
and sought to apologize
each to their personal deity, apprise
zing respective comportment, thus
the apprenticed faux presidential Don,
rather than agonize
over farcical shenanigans, where dissension
among rank ken file seems to arise,
could take page from said playbook
visiting storied aforementioned scribe,
whose spirit author might be able to authorize
and conjure creative satisfactory
acceptable non costly deterrent breadthwise
cuz, more anger will materialize,
particularly if monies summarily brutalize
for social services that benefit the 99%
myself and the missus included analogous to...baptize
with gentile invisible knifed incision
or if Semitic tolled uncivil lies,
asper emotional financial, mental...
painless process to circumcise
purportedly for best interests
of citizens at heart, but tummy
essentially acting counterclockwise
to the modus vivendi that underlies
the immigrant experience that peopled
United States Of America, who did colonize
at expense of rightful natives
scattered innocent tribes, whose demise
vis a vis any fact checker, would
clearly recognize as blatant lies!
One million years ago
Before everything we know
Was "this" even here
On the galactic frontier?
For some there's no debate
There was some extant state
For some there's no dispute
God's mouth still lay mute
Such a frothy matter
With such uncivil chatter
And a million years from today
Will we have seen doomsday?
What of this present moment
And all its' many components?
Is this the nexus of it all?
End of the aesthete and Neanderthal?
Maya met her Socrates
public examination of her life
and writing down her hypotheses -
female blackness a caged bird's life
singing often, singing she arrived
from uncivil lessons on civil rights
to stand-up straight and thrive
in beauty - with rhythm besides
Marguerite Johnson is dead
but Angelou will arise
to see life wondrous instead
with dark-brown soulful eyes
mourn not that her life is passed
celebrate that it was expressed
© goodguysoul 2014-05-28
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Maya_Angelou
http://www.poets.org/poetsorg/poem/still-i-rise
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JqOqo50LSZ0
Everyone needs someone through whose eyes he/she can do no wrong, but it would not be well for that someone to be a mom or a dad of that one. In a mean and often cruel world encased and surrounded by coldness and adversities, there must of necessity be a place of refuge, a haven of rest, a den where there's only love. When civility and credibility have been invaded and reinhabited with 'the uncivil' and incredible dysfunctionalities, where does one go for sacred acceptance and sanctuary? Apart from God, my grandmother was the one rock, the one oak always there for me. Unfortunately, not everyone will have that someone, that one special person. Fortunately, I was most blessed to have such a one as my maternal grandmother whose name was Mary, and she smothered me with love and never ceased coming to my defense. There were two other grandparents with whom I have very little memory, but Mary is the only grandparent I have ever known and with whom I had personal and cherished connections. She never learned to read but read me like a best selling biography. She never learned to write but her love has been written across the pages of my heart. She never took from me, but only gave, asking for nothing in return. Every thought and memory of her is refreshing and compels me to repay her by being the best grandfather that I can be. I am certain that she loved all of my many siblings, but she related to me as if I were the one and only above all others.
03122019PS
I know you have ears,
Listen before you end up in tears,
Hatred is cancerous,
Segregation is dangerous.
No need to murder a brother,
Born by a mother,
We all belong to tribes,
We can live in unity and thrive.
Tribalism promotes nepotism,
It fosters Satanism,
Again, favoritism is evil,
A monster making us uncivil.
Our skin is black,
Africans don’t move back,
Let love lead,
This I plead.
My faith is sacred unto me.
I hold it in reverential regard.
But some attack it with glee,
Its tenets they would discard.
In the past it was seen uncivil
To disparage another’s faith.
Today, alas, some call it drivel
Viewing it as akin to a wraith.
All may believe what they will.
That’s an honored human right.
But some voices loud and shrill
Would turn off one’s chosen light.
They claim they hold all truth,
And other beliefs are a sham.
They don’t think that’s uncouth,
Thus I’m thankful I am who I am.