If you are neutral in situations of injustice, you have chosen the side of the oppressor – Desmond Tutu
The Trumpet of Parrots
Patriots rally to the trumpet sound,
its blare echoes the lies that bigots breed.
Perched in power, pipers, in pretence gowned,
their hatred spreads, disguised as noble creed.
They stoke the tribal fire in ancient scars,
while hissing hypes to mask the stench of greed.
Their chorus of lies taints Venus and Mars,
who like pawns follow blindly the king’s lead.
Their victims vilified and ridiculed.
Protesters branded as dregs of the state,
by troops of diehards loathsome and unschooled,
As crony capitalists preach their hate.
So, mark the flock that flaps where conscience sleeps:
A nation full of parrots gently weeps.
Categories:
diehards, political,
Form: Sonnet
I lurk around for prey.
Young or old, morose or gay
Seeking you is all too easy.
Cold blooded diehards that are sleazy
I’m the bogeyman a wild animal
Some of you call me Manimal
I’m a freak of nature half man,
wait for it, half animal I am
The stench of your sadistic words I smell
Yes’um, I’ll make sure you go to poetic justice hell
You sold your soul, I’m the price you’ll pay,
Did you think that you could just get away?
I’m right here forever more, savant.
I’m your bogeyman, do what you want!
Categories:
diehards, animal, crazy, halloween, rap,
Form: Personification
The director
of the arts center
told me
he was trying real hard
to sign Bukowski
for a reading
but Buk
had the audacity
to die
leaving an open date
on the calendar
and shoes
entirely
too big to fill
were left in the ledger
so it remained
an open date
and a few diehards
drunkenly nosedived
into Black Sparrow titles
spilling cheap wine
and rot gut whiskey
into broken vessels
of humanity
indeed
too sad a spectacle
for me to watch
and yet eyes
remained riveted
and some cheap beer
and rot gut blackberry brandy
found its way
down my own throat
much to my chagrin
and overwhelming reluctance
to ever admit
to such folly
Categories:
diehards, life,
Form: Free verse
One Eyed Mack remembered not what two eyes felt like
He had lost sight in his left eye when a little tyke
He has been preaching since he was three or four
Inviting all the neighbors to church forevermore
Not many stayed, two diehards did though
Old Mr. Willis and Lady Bow Flow
She formed her church around her life
One Eyed Mack thought Mr. Willis should make her his wife
When he came home from college Mack took a peek at one or another,
To see where they were sitting. Wanting them to find each other.
Never did though Miss Willis held a grudge for forty-three seasons.
You see in 1934 Mr. Willis stood her up at the altar, so that was the reason.
Categories:
diehards, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form: Prose Poetry
He sees things others could never see even when partially opened
So what should they do? Lock him up or worship him?
Some do one, others do the other.
After he is locked up, and away
the followers give up, and slide away
into the sea of status quo.
Then a new visionary appears, and the followers follow her.
Enthusiasm pouring out their pours, sliding down their chins
They stand in a pool of admiration
Fawning, paying great tribute
until they find out that she
is also human.
Then they disappear like fireflies in the morning.
The diehards may go to a third, fourth, sixth, eighth person
But others will return to their childhood ways.
If they had seen the shadow people
they can either believe in their own eyes
or allow society to negate their truth.
Freedom of choice.
What a quandary.
What a world!
Insanity a sliver from brilliant.
Categories:
diehards, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form: Free verse
'Tis of time fragments its seconds strike three,
One enters through the world's door till strikes four,
Locked in Twilight's zone, witch brew set it free,
Chaos and Havoc, the demons twins be,
Guardians of Hell's Gate, watch o'er worlds door,
'Tis of time fragments its seconds strike three,
Loosen from their chains, spawned diehards conceive,
A commotion from potion, vile and gore,
Locked in Twilight's zone, witch brew set it free,
Pain and suffering, lifetime guarantee,
The one inflicts affliction, things of lore,
'Tis of time fragments its seconds strike three,
Web has spun, evil done, 'twas a wild spree,
Victims are vast, time much too fast needs more,
Locked in Twilight's zone, witch brew set it free,
Time ran its course, in its wake, much debris,
'Tis business, end good, in hour before four,
'Tis of time fragments its seconds strike three,
Locked in Twilight's zone, witch brew set it free.
2019 September 19
Categories:
diehards, analogy, death,
Form: Villanelle
'Tis of time fragments its seconds strikes three,
One enters through the worlds door till strikes four,
Locked in Twilight's zone, witch brew set it free,
Chaos and Havoc, the demons twins be,
Guardians of Hell's Gate, watch o'er worlds door,
'Tis of time fragments its seconds strikes three,
Loosen from their chains, spawned diehards conceive,
Commotion from its potion, vile and gore,
Locked in Twilight's zone, witch brew set it free,
Pain and suffering, lifetime guarantee,
The one inflicts affliction, things of lore,
'Tis of time fragments its seconds strikes three,
Web has spun, evil done, 'twas a wild spree,
Victims are vast, time much too fast, needs more,
Locked in Twilight's zone, witch brew set it free,
Time ran its course, in its wake, much debris,
'Tis business, end good, in hour before four,
'Tis of time fragments its seconds strikes three,
Locked in Twilight's zone, witch brew set it free.
Categories:
diehards, allusion, bible, conflict, dark,
Form: Villanelle
Dreamy Rainy Morning
Indian Summer heat broke and now,
Rain on morning windows streams down;
Coffee seems to taste better this day,
Cool and cozy, a day to play,
A warm robe around the shoulders curls;
Morning music playing low,
As raindrops on the windows roll,
A day to exhale, take it slow.
Nature will loosen fall leaves from trees,
Diehards like jewels with colors shine,
And I, I cuddle in my easy chair,
To enjoy meanderings of my mind.
Categories:
diehards, rain,
Form: Light Verse
Security at the Hen House
All around the peaceful barn yard
everyone’s sleeping while I’m on graveyard
watching for the shrewd fox dude
Cock-a-doodle-doo! I spew
Time all lazy diehards to punch your card
Old Owl who….oting in the hayloft flew
Rooster, you steer us with no clue
you just want brew some sugars
from the crew of lookers
Yay or Nay ? Then bid them adieu
Oh! Hush! Old Owl with your who.. hoot
Shoo… I’ll mute your hoot with a boot
let that shrewd fox dude
substitute you for stew food
The Old Owl left with a who…ot
3/8/2016
Poetry Contest : Back To The Barnyard -
Sponsored by: Matt Caliri
Categories:
diehards, animal, fantasy, farm, fun,
Form: Limerick