Long Abolition Poems
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The people have spoken
The turd has been flushed
Only a small trace lingers
You could count the important
Messages here
On Mickey Mouse’s fingers
We say what we want
We want what we say
And every last Joe must listen
Last count, I’d say
There are far, far too many
Solitary missions
Don’t I know you
From Acapulco?
Didn’t you see me in training?
Couples like us
Were always doomed
And the sky was always raining
We raced on a beach
And drank from a husk
Our hair in the wet waves glistened
The turtles then screamed,
“We’ve got you fooled;
You’re on solitary missions”
The world’s on fire --
No wait, that’s the stove
In some Russian apartment
Ever since the Red Army came,
We been shoved into compartments
Some took this
And some took that
And the rest was left for the wishing
So I donned a brown uniform
And gold-starred hat
For one more solitary mission
Now the blankets of the young
Are all dried and hung
Too bad they ain’t never been slept in
All hungry for bread
And left for dead
In starvation and depression
That kind of romance
Can be plagiarised
Which I've done, by my own admission
Just don’t you dare look
In the baby’s eyes
On your solitary mission
The preacher man
Married a Republican
Yet their babes were all Progressives
Who attacked and killed them
In rage one night
On their road to being elected
It all comes out
In the wash, they say
Crime knows no abolition
Still, history will sing
So sweet and so pure
Of their solitary missions
So the shows are closed
The city’s been razed
But you wouldn’t know from the traffic
They often wake up
In a post-coital haze
With headaches that are terrific
But this is our evening
And this is our midnight
And this is our red velvet curtain
Those work zones and orange construction cones?
They’re the emblems of solitary missions
Recently I heard of some third world migrant
Complaining that unlike back in her home
There is no culture here, and
That “white culture” doesn’t even exist.
My first thought,
She sure is confident in her ignorance.
But then realize maybe she can’t see it
Because it’s too subtle for her,
Not loud enough and colorful enough
To get and hold her attention.
And that what is loud and colorful here
Is often just so damn cheap and tawdry;
I’m thinking
Gaudy rappers to Walmart shoppers
Disneyland characters to Hollywood’s
Red carpet galas.
Western culture for the most part
Is derivative of other older cultures;
The printing press and gunpowder
Of Asia for instance,
The fine woven fabrics of Persia
Spices of India, and foods of everywhere.
What the West has that stands out
Is a tradition of revolutionary ideas,
From Greece to the American Constitution.
And it’s these ideas that have freed the individual
From the dogma and chains of tradition
And benefitted the world
With its innovations;
From abolition, to electricity,
Transportation, to rock ‘n roll.
Maybe being from a third world country
Those things don’t excite you.
Maybe you enjoy having slaves,
Simple dirt floors and bright dusty clothes.
I for one also like acoustic music the most
Just as I do traveling by foot.
But there is nothing
Like the sound of an electric guitar
Tearing through space, tearing my mind open
And leaving it transcended of time and space.
Besides all the obvious attributes of white culture;
Pasta, pizza, burgers, hot dogs and whiskey
Blue jeans, nylon, plastics, cell phones and AC
Are the subtle ones
That are more of an acquired taste
Sci-fi novels, quantum physics and the notion
Of where we’ll go
Through that disruptive tear in time and space.
(9/21/26)
June 19, 1865, slavery in the Confederacy ended,
until then, all African Americans where slaves.
Now that the civil war was lost, blacks gained their freedom,
emancipation had become the law of the land.
Texas for the first time, accepted abolition
effectively freeing millions of slaves from bondage.
Ever since, their descendants celebrate their freedom
no longer could they be bought and sold as property.
The U.S. chose a different path to greatness, and
history commemorates each step of that journey.
(Acrostic)
June 17, 2018
Juneteenth Poetry Contest
Edward Ibeh
Progressives say mankind is improving,
so, moral laws are no longer needed.
The goal for mankind is self-expression,
hence the need for new social conventions.
That which is old is no longer useful,
So, out with the old, and in with the new.
No need for God, man is his own master.
Experts and scientists are the new gods.
Man has no natural, God-given rights.
The unelected experts who make laws,
who enforce them and judge violators,
determine man’s rights and how he should live.
Under the new order, man is a slave,
to passions, merchants, and material wants.
The merchants market their wares and new goods,
and untamed passions demand what is new.
Out with the old God who gives what is best.
In with the new gods, who chain and oppress.
Out with morals that refine and uplift,
In with new fads that confuse and degrade.
Out with values that promote stable lives.
In with fads that lead to unstable lives.
Out with the traditional family.
In with the experimental household.
Out with a stable society,
and in with a violent society.
Out with governable citizens,
and in with ungovernable rebels.
Out with a progressive society.
In with a regressive society.
That which promised the advancement of man,
will lead to the abolition of man.
Citizens of the world open your eyes.
Look beyond those who pretend to be gods,
to the true God who only is all-wise.
He is the only Savior for mankind.
Upon surrendering this self
hypnotized faux yes ("FAKE") Earthing,
I noticed nothing amiss
(which temporary state of transcendent bliss
twice daily meditation strives to attain),
ah...before you dismiss
a non "FAKE" claim lemme juiced
apprise ye with a very brief hiss
tour re:, how this generally outlandish
(long gush fellow) doth wanna kiss
hippy, cheeky and buddy
UFO's (with chess
a mon bot of errant knightly -
je ne sais quois finesse,
Oh Henri Matisse -
yea artfully add a touch of Swiss
obviously predominantly
French laced politesse),
though up pawn occasion
this lousy manque non
rook key mutant doth miss
long disused subtle social cues, cuz I still
feel asper (in) a human aberration
always felt like an outcast in an alien nation
even though born on Mars,
(a distinct honorable station),
yet resided on third rock from the sun
what seems like forever damnation
yours truly experienced abolition
against supposed invaders from outer space,
and essentially targeted, kindled,
and bullied on par like an abomination,
no surprise while attempting
to escape being walled din,
and trumped "illegal" accusation
crackled, snapped, and popped with abjection,
your honor (forgot to mention
earlier got picked up mistaken as invitation
from outer space by a kid prized
as some sophisticated surveillance drone),
within a sketchy section
of town, and must avoid acquisition
by mad scientists (employed by NASA),
who will undoubtedly take immediate action
and disassemble me (carefully as if dismantling
Bono fide atomic bomb), hence activation
must be established pronto against administration,
sans powerful GMO firearm, emitting disinformation
(mine defense of last resort)
will definitely signal to nemesis
furthering my aggravation,
and Putin this webbed, whirled,
and wired woebegone wysiwyg at risk.
Pain in the ass devoid of dreck
inapropos poetic material what the heck
more unbearable than crick in neck
shiver me timbers, I feel like total wreck
the (see) Edmund Fitzgerald, si?.
Spasmodic cramping imposed
automatic rhyming abbreviation
comeuppance (analogous to daggers
stabbing derriere courtesy constipation
far worse fate than death – abdication
among living with grateful dead
dogsend versus moody blue (brown)
mood whereby feeling tetchy abjection
able, ready, and willing abjuration
to forswear, muster, surrender...
in toto habeas corpus abduration
upon terrestrial realm physical ablation
futile effort this atheist to utter ablution,
hence rollout Harris tweed welcome matte
more than willing to forsake livingsocial,
cuz Whatsapp pining abnegation
to cash fish'n chips, kick
the bucket, toss in hat,...
haint nobody gonna
challenge mine abolition
chained, tethered, yoked,...
accursed abomination
straining sphincter muscle
on par birthing abortion
primal raving, moaning, grunting,...
I imagine similar more futile abreaction
women experiencing parturition,
yours truly expressed agonizing vocalization
working himself into quintessential rabid sweat
screaming, threatening, uttering,... tushy
regarding failure concerning
waste product expulsion
giving proctologist serious contemplation
pooh poohing derriere cheeky
bowel over abruption
personally legislating
getting behind abrogation
replacing said bum fanny
with more reliable never absolution
regarding made in uterus, U.S.A, tuckus,
Said the caste abolitionist
to the privileged preservationist
What Earth needs outside
we both feel inside
What people want inside
fills and spills outside
Following polycultural
polypathic
polyamorous
polytheistic Golden Rules
Ways
Means
Golden Ratios.
Caste abolition,
like anthropocentric constraint,
and unlike narcissistic complaint,
engages transformative potential
to recreate an organic civilization
in which every sacred body
has what is needed
and every polyamorous mind
has what is wanted.
Every neurological system
well-trained
and peace-making empowered
to recognize
and responsibly self-correct
any dissociative dissonant differences
between body nurturing needs
for kind touch
and mind-care wants
for compassionate communication
Spoken
and unspoken,
saged
and mused,
crowned
and rooted,
mountained
and valleyed
FatherSunned
and EarthMothered,
LeftBrained
and RightBodied,
enlightened
and empowering,
polished Win+Win
and abolished Win v Lose.
He is my role model
His life, an inspiration to me
Did some research on him
Since then am in awe of him
Empath at heart,
he dedicated his life in selfless service
Saw teeming millions without dress
Wore a simple dothi like them
Wherever he found people suffering
Took up their cause, fought for justice
Knew scriptures well, was therefore
always good in words, deeds and action
Was aware we are accounted for our karmas
Would not sin whatever may happen
Britishers beat him, jailed him
He never did tit for tat
Was against partition, knew its effects
Advised others to reject it
Power hungry politicians did not hear
Its consequences stand before us
When India gained independence
Nehru invited him to attend the ceremony
He refused saying how can I celebrate
When my brother's and sisters are suffering
During post partition communal riots
He walked bare foot all over country,
helping all, rquesting them to maintain
peace and communal harmony
He was firm in his beliefs
Practicing what he preached
All his movements like swadeshi,
abolition of untouchability,
salt satyagraha were for masses
If all became like him, nonviolent,
selfless, and worked for the
betterment of everyone around
world would become a better place to live
02.10.2021
Note: 2nd October is the birthday of Mahatma Gandhi.
Fake news and beliefs in hegemonic certitude at its roots
An epidemic of political correctness spread through the world
Though shalt not speak my name in vain for I know no sin but
Hedonism and narcissistic conquest spread a message of fear
Enabled collusion and falsification of a prophesy of fulfilment
Rooted in distortion as mountains of burgers consumed carnal lust
Off my seed sprang lingua franca truth and unequivocal meaning
For genesis and abolition of semantics to convene com-mensural peace
Mary Magdalene met Sarah and Isaac where Fatima turned tables
At which Mc Donalds launched another greedy advertizing campaign
No ham between buns or else target groups might dictate profits of doom
Yet another idea of Yankees making amends for crude marginalization
Relief from hunger and decadence won’t be achieved by changing the label
Eradication of suffering does not depend on what you may call grilled meat
To be or not to appear but please let Ham-let be nourishing in his words
Opulence still exists regardless of euphemisms and designer designations
Rostra of eloquent meddling won’t make roast beef ovo lacto vegetarian
To honour my commandments you will require a bit more than denotation
So let it be known that my name is Abra-ham and ham-id means true servant
23rd January 2020
A dystopian myopian premonition
Frank about West Bank expedition
No regret get set for latest edition
Illegal war don’t need permission
Saw UN and NATO's clear omission
Unjust blood lust their admission
No contrition.. Middle East perdition
Still pretending it’s all about religion
Invades like the crusades.. demolition
This is not just some war of attrition
Toast Gaza a ghost most recent audition
Genocide boast with pride the ambition
Poor on wrong side fried an apparition
Yanks kowtowed allowed the decision
Rendition masquerading as suspicion
With the rifle will still stifle our derision
Acquisition the tradition of the mission
Sewn by their own homegrown volition
Netanyahu condition continue sedition
Submission then all neighbours abolition