The hate is so thick,
Like killing snake, brutal,
Demonize, frontal.
Categories:
demonizing, evil, hate, passion, truth,
Form: Haiku
**My goal with this poem is not to divide and conquer on issues, and its not even to take sides. It is met to be about voting. It has nothing to do with what is on the ballet, my feelings, my political takes or demonizing those who don't agree with where I stand.
Today is the midterms are you voting?
Today is the midterms are you instead boating?
Do the issues of the nation have your head in a knot?
Do you simply hate politics a lot?
Do you think voting is a waste of your time?
Do you think not voting is a crime?
Did you first cast your vote in the 60’s for Kennedy?
Or maybe in the 70’s for Carter?
Maybe like me when you were in high school
Bill Clinton was the man that was cool?
Do you believe that many politicians will get canned?
Or do you think it will go as some people planned?
Today is voting day and it would be nice
If the political sides didn’t act like fire and ice.
Categories:
demonizing, day, writing,
Form: Couplet
They've finally succeeded
by demonizing one side
(for the sake of a vote)
and shackling your minds.
it took quite some time:
now you see ghosts
where there are none
you see racism
in every celebration
every holiday
every banner
every book
every toy
every park
every cartoon
every statue
every sign...
With every
perceived slight
you ignite.
the ghosts
that go
boo!
in your night.
Categories:
demonizing, people,
Form: Free verse
The tunnel is long and musty with water dripping from the wall
Into murky puddles where pavement is slippery and easy to fall
It is cold and empty with a lingering stench in thick, heavy, air
The dark figure follows me, bearing down, with a penetrating stare
I move with persistent strength and courage toward the light
The figure is fear that can catch me, consume my being with fright
So I have an inner shield to ward it off, refusing to let it be near
It is scary, relentless, ugly, fast moving, demonizing fear
It serves no purpose, only a warning to destroy what it clenches
To keep me lost in the depth of its known hidden trenches
Waiting to paralyze those who give in, as it preys on weakness it sees
The light shines ahead, as I focus only on reaching it, where it frees
Where I have faith as I exit, I will be out of one of the darkest places
Knowing, I overcame the luring force, in a tunnel with scary faces
Heidi Sands
9/26/18
Categories:
demonizing, fear, scary,
Form: Rhyme
New leader of the free world,
Riots both silent and raucous,
Flames spitting out from trashcans
And barrel drums,
Demonizing the tearstained faces
Of children and mothers, men emasculated
By their failure to provide,
Dreamers of fairy tales.
And it’s a lovely thought—
That things would be different with another elect.
Always greener, the grass,
Though before us lies a vast plain of sienna,
A box of matches,
Beyond us a whole universe, laughing (I should think)
The point we call Sun dwarfing us by more than a million to one,
Itself dwarfed by trillions of others.
Categories:
demonizing, allusion, angst, culture, planet,
Form: Free verse
So confined to the boxes is she who
Tries to free herself from them
Breaking down barriers of all political and cultural design
Constructing opportunities and
Imagining their trite and expected
Downfalls
She, who reigns supreme in the art
Of lability
The morning being the promise
The afternoon, the despair
The night, a restless dance to
Hopeful unknowing
So that it may all begin anew
And she may float with ambition,
Flirt with lofty goals
(Which are so very tangible once realized to a more substantial degree)
All through which comes the
Bitter devastation
The cerebral revelation
For her mind and the World work in harmoniously demonizing tandem to erase the sketches of a life
Of her own craft
Categories:
demonizing, age, art, emotions, identity,
Form: Rengay
Are we awake or are we still sleeping?
Blind to the hurt, and deaf to the weeping.
Ashamed of religion and supportive of the new,
Aware of the lies and hidden from what’s true.
Worship the evil and turn away the pure,
Developing disease with an unknown cure.
Starving the poor and overfeeding the wealthy.
Killing the sick and drugging the healthy.
Going to war for some kind of power,
Building tall structures over all types of flower.
Cutting the trees and polluting the air,
All out of greed, with no sort of care.
Turning us against our own,
And help from up above.
Making us beings of hate,
Instead of ones of love.
Demonizing the mystic,
Criticizing the wise.
Making our own family members,
Into people that we despise.
Awaken to the torment,
Be aware of all the pain.
Those who are misleading,
And claiming that we are insane.
Categories:
demonizing, angel, christian, confusion, dark,
Form: Free verse
Where on earth have you fled to?
I never wanted to just watch you leave
Performing the abortion of abandonment
Perhaps I was a disappointment for letting you go
Flooded with ignorance, I just didn’t know
I want to always be there for you
To shine down upon your unseen, inner glow
To see you smile with your brand new life
And to share in the happiness of an open eye
I simply do not know where you are
Or what you are feeling right now
But I should like to be your journey’s end
A settlement of tranquility, yet arduous color
Open up your demonizing doors
I will give you more and more and more
Until I have nothing left to give
But myself
My entire essence and being
You deserve to see what I am seeing
You deserve what is fairly yours
And I am sorry for the absence
I just didn’t know
How to care for such a delicate masterpiece
How to maintain a beautiful thing
I never know what to say
To bring you to peace
Maybe I shall say nothing and fall
To give you my all
Categories:
demonizing, confusion, dedication, depression, friendship,
Form: Free verse
Soul growing
Spirit going
Torn to pieces
not knowing
Lend what can be borrowed
Drowned beliefs, in my sorrow.
Crushed, bruised, beaten inside
leaving my soul no where to hide
Scars of ink, past and gone
break when tears fall my night begins to dawn.
Demonizing, and realizing
No sense in decriminalizing.
Free before birth
And then after death
I wont regret my last breath.
Categories:
demonizing, art, death, depression, teen,
Form: I do not know?
We look, askance, at self in jest
with naked, empty eyes;
we try to chart the track that’s best
through life’s uncertain skies.
We cannot make an outward choice
without an inward glance
to check the state of mother’s voice--
we dare not take the chance.
The lords of ambiguity,
we work to earn a “name”,
pursuing great celebrity--
while demonizing same.
Categories:
demonizing, life
Form: I do not know?
god, made in mans illusion
our egocentric minds create
deities of grand delusion
or of demonizing enemies
up before we find our cause
totalitarian reign of gods
or democratic masochists
finding naught but disappointment
together bound somnambulists
heretical self rightousness
ever bring faithful relief
machinations or delusions
always shifting to belief
crusading fanatics, blindly follow
him with nothing more to gain
i have forsaken you
never to find faith again
every time we need a monster
Categories:
demonizing, depression, philosophy, religion
Form: Acrostic
He lives his faith simply, humbly and honestly,
he does not sit in judgment nor is he preachy,
neither does he act sanctimoniously in any way,
he teaches himself to be God-fearing and saintly.
Politicizing religion, claiming moral ascendancy,
piously pretending from the pulpit that he is holy
yet, demonizing anyone who dares to disagree,
he is the perfect picture of blatant hypocrisy.
Never complaining even while accepting blame,
when transgressing he feels a sense of shame.
He applies the rules to others rather severely
but to himself reserves loopholes and leeway.
Not content that he forever remains the same,
he confronts his flaws and fights to right them.
He hurls accusations on just about anything
yet he is more wicked when no one is looking.
The lowly saint is cognizant of his human frailty,
holding no pretensions, his life an open book.
The hypocrite is the guardian of our morality
while he keeps a mistress hidden in the nook.
The saint knows he is weak and tries his best,
the hypocrite thinks he is nobler than the rest.
The saint is worthy of emulation, dead or alive,
the hypocrite is worth nothing except to his tribe.
Categories:
demonizing, angst, faith, life, people,
Form: Rhyme