Best Woke Poems
We are never Woke!
Cool, catchy, hip
neat sounding expression
but deceptively misleading!
Best we can do is rest,
shelter at a pillar of Awakening….
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We choose our possessions --
Choose what possesses us --
The Devil, with his lures
of power and gem-my babbles --
Christ His promise of Soul
Liberation: ever higher expansion,
Awaking consciousness into spheres
of unimaginable cosmic spiritual
wealth – Christ, my heart lightener;
guide through shrouded corridors,
enraptured, trans-versing mystic chambers,
those sky-high mansions for initiate
flight. I become the Light-bearer! No captives in
Christ, only partners, who serve the Father,
totally dedicated to His Children's uplifting.
There are no dogmatic prisoners in
Christ. I follow Christ, who follows
God, joyful in a journey of unfolding
omnipotence. What Father wants
less for His Children than he has
For Himself? The Almighty, ever
present, ever loving, beneficent Great I Am!
I woke up again today
Through the curtain I see the light
Can tell the day will be bright
God decided I could have another day
I've been sick for a long time
Been down and out
Have had many doubts
I have few days left that are mine
It would be easy to drown in sorrow
But yet
I have few regrets
I still look forward to tomorrow
God, let me taste the minutes left to me
This disease has been quite savage
And my body is ravaged
Soon my soul will be free
Faith promises I will move on
Soon I'll walk the streets of glory
Tell the little ones of my story
Remember me and I'll never be gone
I miss you Mom! <3
Writing Challenge 2, August 2019 - Enclosed Rhyme - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Dear Heart
8/21/19
The WOKE CAN ALL TAKE A HIKE
Depressing this year to celebrate the USA nation.
When our flag is dishonored
at the Olympics is a big
sensation!
Causes this poetess tears,
and inner consternation.
Both leadership, multiple insane groups, treat the USA like dirt.
Burning cities, looting, and
multiple humans, dying or getting hurt.
The move is on, to have
Marxism rule.
The ploy in using racism is
definitely the Devils' tool.
I recall when the buildings
on 9/11 fell.
We all cried together, thought
we were dying and might go
to hell.
Any patriot is beaten or spat
upon.
The theme is "hate America"
at each and every dawn.
You, yes, you Americans
know what I mean!
Each morning you buy hate
from leadership, carried out
by the media.
AKA, the fake news propaganda machine.
Some Americans awash in
thinking all things should be
free.
That's Communist thinking,
don't you see?
In a Capitalist Society,you
work, pay your own way to
be free.
Otherwise, you complain and
whine, you..a Communist be.
So don't fly the flag anymore.
We are a censored, lied to
nation, the enemy is living or already, at your front door.
Go ahead, blame patriots who call for America first.
Many hate this and use fists
of fury with a Wuhan thirst.
I don't know how we will survive.
When every death is reported as Covid, a disgusting lie.
I long for years ago.
With meat hot dogs, and
when Coca-Cola was unwoke.
No fireworks do I want to see!
With total freedom, for each
American soul, I pray, returned to thee.
7/4/2021
“...The leftists that you voted for
jacked up the minimum wage,
so new workers like me cannot
get hired, much less get paid.
“And those very same people
ignore foreigners who work cheap,
they can work, and break the law,
But the same can’t be done by me!
“And then the proposed solution
to this raging dumpster fire
is to throw others' money at me
until the day that I expire?
“They create all these problems,
then watch as the city rots,
and fools like you vote for ruin
out of fear that the checks might stop!”
His mother with quite the shocked look,
Said,”Don’t talk like no honkey here!”
Then raved about slaves and Jim Crow,
the same old litanies of fear.
Clive said,”Mom, save the conspiracy,
that garbarge is hard to endure.
And stop using your skin pigment
to explain away your failures!
“John bought into all this crap,
thought his thugging was justified.
All it did was leave him lying
with a bullet between his eyes.
“I’ll not end up some dead banger,
or give up what makes a man a man,
even if I have to go out
and vote for a Republican!”
He turned to leave despite her cries,
and her endless protestations,
he had to go down to City Hall
to change his affiliations.
When We Woke, Suddenly Thinking We Had Died And Went To Heaven
O' that aroma, jasmine fragrance from her hair
She virgin goddess I an uninformed young lad
Her beauty was so golden nothing else compares
Thought why the hell not , she mine, I sure ain't that bad
And to think that they too are so willing to share
Fate was happy camper that day, she became mine
The guys messed with me dating a college grad
June was hot, not near as my honey on the vine
Now comes our breakup remembrance, so very sad
Early seventies, beauty all over the place
And gals started asking we girl hungry boys out
The ladies dressing so sexy with barbie doll faces
So many clueless to know what sex was about!
All those pretty gals with fantastic killer bods
Quite maddening when a young man first faces it
Knew, knew so damn well we were blessed by the Gods
A miracle so many scored quick, direct hits
To be healthy, strong and eagerly on the prowl
Walking in a newfound paradise, our nightly wins
Each of us screaming, like an echoing wolf's' howl
None of us worrying about right, wrong or sins!
Robert J. Lindley, Rhyme
January 22nd 1974, EDITED 6-11- 2023
Note: I was right in the middle of the hippie revolution
( new sexual revolution) the much, much more free sex coming from the gals. It felt like paradise had came to us. As I look back now, I see my many blunders and how much better I should have acted.
We in the flesh humans are also living proof that it is easy to be hog-wild when the pretty gals cut loose too!
I woke myself up laughing
I couldn't hold it in.
It started with a chuckle..
and it ended with a grin.
Have you ever woke up laughing?
I mean right out loud and clear?
I love when my day starts like this
but it's my family's greatest fear.
They know if I wake up laughing
they're bound to hear the joke.
No matter how un-funny...
I'll laugh until I choke!
Yesterday I woke up laughing
about a funny dream.
I'd tell you all about it
but to you it may not seem....
Ok, I'll tell the story...
but just prepare yourself to roar.
I dreamt I took the last dry towel...
and there weren't anymore!
This is it! That's the dream!
I still can't tell it through.
I'm laughing myself out of my chair
as I write the words to you!
As Dawn Woke, Uttering Its First Shining Rays
As dawn woke, uttering first shining of its rays
Night's darkest veil vanished into whispering winds
Rooster's clear crow, signaling a wonderful day
Full of life, with golden treasures love's truth portends
Bliss a'flowing as our love endures, as we pray.
From soft flowering fields, precious dream comes to me
As cool winds blow, I see deep longing in your eyes
Looking at our names, carved in that Sycamore tree
Our promises made under brightest moonlit skies
Ringing forth again, love vows from romantic seas!
My Love, Time can never your soft-kisses erase
Nor those nights we begged passion would never flee
I long to see you walking in beauty and grace
Beneath the massive arch of those tall black-oak trees
Nothing in this empty world, can your love replace!
As dawn woke, uttering first shining of its ray
Night's darkest veil vanished into whispering winds
Rooster's clear crow, signaling a wonderful day
Full of life, with golden treasures love's truth portends
Bliss a'flowing as our love endures, as we pray.
Robert J. Lindley, 7-03-2019
Rhyme, ( Where Sweet Treasures Abound )
Note- Original version from 1979
edited today 7-03-2019 to present as is now composed....
Well the house was rock & rolling,
and the dance floor was pulsating,
I had myself too many drinks,
then drank two or three more.
All the ladies, they were moving,
in tight clothes so scintillating,
one looked so hot I couldn’t think
as we walked out the door…
Then I woke up in Australia,
and I don’t know how I got here,
and it’s really kind of funny,
went to sleep in Santa Fe.
And I woke up in Australia,
and I don’t know what I’m doing,
but the folks are nice
and there’s beer on ice,
so what the hell, I’ll stay, mate!
Where the girl went, I do not know,
nor even where we did go
when we left that raging party,
probably to an airport.
Vaguely recall lights turned down low,
did I get with her? I hope so!
Joining the mile high club is
a real fine way to score…
Then I woke up in Australia,
and I don’t know how I got here,
and it’s really kind of funny,
I blacked out in Sante Fe.
And I woke up in Australia,
and I don’t know what to do next,
but the weather’s nice,
and they do shrimp right,
so what the hell, I’ll stay, hey!
The ladies here are so sweet,
and the men all like grilling beef,
the animals want to kill me,
guess you can’t have everything.
Do you know they have ski hills?
And vineyards to drink your fill,
Plus kangaroo is so tasty you
don’t know what your missing!
Yes, I woke up in Australia,
and I don’t know how I got here,
and I wonder when they’ll find me,
send me back to Santa Fe.
Yes, I woke up in Australia,
all because of some strange Sheila,
but I’m doing fine
under southern skies,
so what the hell, I’ll stay, G’day!
I Lay in bed
coffee
smoke
My dreams didn’t start
till the moment I woke
I’ve been awake
wash
eat
I dressed for work
but just couldn’t leave
you brush a hand across my chest
unaware of my restlessness
fluttering eyes
dream
lay
your ears are uncovered
do you hear what I say
whisper love
touch
purr
a kiss to your breast
a naked stir
you brush a hand across my chest
unaware of my restlessness
covers removed
deep
arc
I trace the spine
to the back of your heart
close my eyes
tongue
lips
I make a line
to curve of your hips
you brush a hand across my chest
unaware of my restlessness
stir and stretch
stretch
yawn
you open your eyes
to find I was gone
you Lay in bed
coffee
smoke
your dreams didn’t start
till the moment I woke
No dispute, we should all love our neighbours
With a kindness of nature that’s right
And we ought to be generous, favour
Our excesses, to those in dire plight
But then ‘ought’ becomes ‘must! or we’ll take it’
With imprimatur, hand outs for free
Delegating as agents our rulers
To make sure the fruit falls from our tree
And the words of the woke decreed righteous
Are: ‘What good boys and girls are we!’
Yes I’ll go with you - black lives matter!
And the yellow and brown even white
And that all should be equally treated
Should have always been so in hindsight
But what’s past is gone, no going back to
make amends to dead who suffered then
Though those wishing to signal their virtue
proclaim race guilt with voice and with pen
And the hearts of the woke decreed righteous
Self congratulate then and again
I’ve a naive and innocent feeling
That the most of us have good intent
And would care for our friends and yet strangers
If misfortune and pain cause lament
So I trust that with this fellow feeling
In a civilised culture that’s free
Help will be given self determined
With no need for dictate or decree
Then the souls of the woke decreed righteous
may find deeper content with this key
it was cold, yet hot,
a fever.
i am surprised,
as though I didn't fill myself with poison
just the night before.
my arm is taped down,
attached to an iv,
four pouches of medication seep into my veins
it burns,
yet any tears i have left have been taken by my father,
crying in the seat beside my hospital bed,
next to my mother, a stoic statue.
how rare to see your father cry,
how jarring.
to see the grown man who has been a fortress all your life,
break down like a child
the violence of the sobs,
the sharpness of the gasp as he realizes my eyes are open,
as though he were drawing his very first breath.
this is not how i wanted this to go.
and to see your mother,
silent and still,
for once, she had no words to say.
her pain would come,
but as the world told her,
she needed to be strong.
the plan was simple,
sleeping pills before bed,
the perfect excuse to lay limp.
eyes shut,
it'd be over within a few hours,
a smile rests on my face when i realize, this funeral bill would be cheaper than the countless medical ones.
a hug to my parents,
who i never hug.
a goodbye.
i play my favorite song on repeat
and close my eyes,
waiting for what comes next.
but as i sit up in this bed,
gauze shielding the barcodes carved into my arms,
i see i've simply made things
so.
much.
harder.
their trust would be the last to come,
that's for certain.
but first would be sleepless nights of my parents arguing about where they went wrong,
loud whispers as though our walls were not thin.
debates,
not knowing who to blame.
mimicry of their actions,
going through a range of motions,
they are no longer whole.
i wish i could say this changed my perspective on life,
my taste of death inspired a new life,
but it didn't.
they took out the poison but left my brain,
my body's one true toxin.
Once I Found, Once I Woke, Once Love Came
Once I found, that darken cave to hide in
Having no true friends to then confide in
I sank each rowboat I took a ride in
Embraced scenes of glory I took pride in
Created dream realms that I then died in
Once I woke, I found sweet clouds to walk on
In that bliss, found dear subjects to talk on
Enter tirades that my mind could squawk on
Became a fool that they put their mock on
A broken sidewalk no child put chalk on.
Once love came, I grabbed its heart to hold to
Soon begged its soft hands, to be sold to
Sought sweet times, deeper soul to be told to
Conquer enemies, others be bold to
Find havens that could quickly be rode to.
R.J. Lindley,
April 22nd, 1973
Rhyme, ( Dreams, Loves And Other Fantasies)
Note: Taken from one of my private poetry journals. Thought this was one that I'd never share openly but my muse urged me to do so this morn..
It being a holiday, with friends, I went to chill out
In a gregarious company, partying was sheer fun
After a heavy booze, my first-time experience,
I fell flat, plunging into deep sleep and dreaming away
In my dream, I sailed away
Over the tame waters of a tranquil bay
And landed in a magic isle
Never set foot before by anyone alive
A pleasant retreat of birds and beasts
Far removed from world’s dust and heat
A tropical island with a magical spell
Hidden away at Nature’s veiled breast
The sky was rent with songs of birds
The air, smelling of odors sweet
Here and there were exotic blooms
Bird of Paradise, Plumeria and jasmine
I roamed frivolously from end to end
Of that enchanted land of idyllic charm
With twining creepers and tall growing grass
Proclaiming aloud of a perennial spring
My heart leaped in euphoric delight
My senses alerted in ecstatic thrill
My feet moved in an explorer’s gait
After the treasures stashed in its caverns deep
I rambled relentlessly through untrodden paths
Feasting on the marvels, my eyes could catch
Arching trees framing a leafy roof
And fruits, ripe and raw, hanging from every bough
As Nature, thus unveiled her bounty before,
My fancy, unfettered took to wings.
I loved my sway over that fairy land
With treasures galore that none could claim
But how suddenly loomed an unwelcome thought
That dampened my spirits and stole my joy
“Will I ever be able to see my folks
To be enmeshed once more in a warm embrace”?
Longingly I looked for a ship skimming the sea
To carry me back to my native land
To get united with all my loved ones
To live a life ever, as lived before
Like a marooned sailor, desperate, as I cried
To alert the ship that sailed away
I heard distinct my husband’s anxious query
“Darling, what made you scream so loud”???
If to be “woke” means to be aware
To have knowledge of hidden truths,
Then we have little reason to beware
For truth becomes our brightest youths.
I know now how little I was informed
[if to be “woke” means to be aware]
About the role of Blacks in our history
And their subjugation, now I must care.
Not responsible for what wasn’t fair,
I need to understand the minority angst,
If to be “woke” means to be aware --
Teaching the truth is reason for thanks.
I grew up under “separate—but equal”
So, we were never taught to share,
I’m beginning to understand the sequel
If to be “woke” means to be aware!
Written July 18, 2022
I woke from a dream
And I looked out the window
As if I’m meant to see, it would seem
Pink clouds floating in blue and sun’s glow
Quickly awakened, by this beautiful sight
Above the fall bare trees that yesterday had ice,
I was lifted from my dreams of the night
Grateful for morning’s greeting, at no price
For the sun has risen to wake me today,
In a flawless fashion, for me to see
I knew my path, I would not stray
Determined by a dream, to be me
Heidi Sands
11/27/20