Long Autistic Poems
Long Autistic Poems. Below are the most popular long Autistic by PoetrySoup Members. You can search for long Autistic poems by poem length and keyword.
He comes rolling around
I hear the wheels, I know the sound
Everyone clears out of the way
Except me, I stand my ground
With a smile and stay
We talk and laugh and debate all day
Drinkin coffees and sometimes cafe laities
Now people look and see him there
I see only a friend who loves and cares
Autistic they say, yet I am blind
I see only a man who is strong and kind
Now I may be a fool, but that's ok
With a friend as that, I got lots to say
I tell him this and I tell him that
He tells me stories, and that's a fact
Now I may not be the most patient man
Yet he, is one who somehow understands
As violins play he dances and sways
Dreaming of times where enfants joued
Knowing the world has its cruel days
He kept his smile, through spring to may
In life's sorrows, we both sit in silence
As times keeps moving and slips away
How do we find time to laugh, to dance, to sing in times as uncertain as these?
When so many men, women and children in the world live under a sword of Damocles.
For me it goes back to when I was teaching Autistic students…who, for reasons still unknown,
every day faced cruel, unfair, unwanted and relentless challenges of their own.
I knew I could not cure my students…could not help them…their Autism to subdue
even though that is exactly what I hoped and prayed I’d do.
I knew I could not change my students’ fortunes in an instant…overnight…
I knew the best thing I could do…would be to join them in their fight.
When it came to my students and their families…I wanted it to be known
that we would cry and laugh, sing and dance, win and lose…together
that they were not alone.
So when it came time for us to part…when their time with me was done
we would have helped each other find a little balance…a little joy, a little laughter, a little fun.
Isn’t that the way life should be…through all this confusion, sadness and doubt?
Weren’t we put upon this Earth to help each other out?
I know I cannot cure the ills of the world…
to help everyone their monsters to subdue
even though I hope and pray…that’s exactly what I’ll do.
I know I cannot change their fortunes in an instant…overnight
I know the best thing I can do…is to join them in their fight.
Even though I’m no longer a teacher…I still would like it to be known
that I will cry and laugh, sing, dance and win and lose with anyone who needs it…
to show them they are not alone.
With the hope that at the end of every day…with the setting of the sun
we've helped each other find a little balance…a little joy, a little laughter, a little fun.
It's my body, and I'll cry if I want to!
Lie if I want to!
Die if I want to!
You might die too if I come near you.
No vaccine pricks my skin.
Absolute is my right
to randomly infect another,
yes, randomly kill if necessary to preserve
my freedom! My entitlement!
Like your neighborly sprinkler system
I shower you each time you come near.
Few people know the truth.
Bill Gates hired space aliens
now infiltrating scientists
and creating these vaccines
to poison us.
It’s my body and I’ll cry if I want to!
Deny if I want to!
Die if I want to!
You might die too if I come near you!
These shots made by Bill Gates and Democrats,
The list of deep state conspirators so long.
I know how to connect all the dots.
The vaccines pump you with magnetic goo.
And you will quickly become autistic too.
The vaccines are full of biotoxins
And millions will find their coffins.
It’s my body, and I’ll cry if I want to!
Defy if I want to!
Die if I want to!
You might die too if I come near you!
COVID is cured like the flu.
Cow de-wormer will do.
Or simply reach
For the Clorox bleach
And drink a cup or two.
Nobody knows where my family has gone.
They left along with my friends.
No hospital beds for hundreds of miles.
While the stiffs pile up in air-cooled trucks.
It’s my body and I’ll cry if I want to!
Standby if I want to!
Justify if I want to!
You might die too if I come near you!
In global pandemic,
It’s everybody.
You can cry if you want to.
No boundaries parse flesh and blood.
Together, it’s the whole human broth.
Inspired by 1963 pop-rock hit: It’s My Party performed by Leslie Gore and produced by Quincy Jones.
I took a moment visit my God today…
I don’t usually do this…but I got down on my knees to pray.
I wanted to ask him…or her…
(I use both, I believe, correctly
because in all my visits with my God…
he or she has never answered me directly).
At any rate, I had things I wanted…things I’d like to see..
wishes I thought important…
I hoped my God would grant for me.
As I was about to open my mouth…
about to give my God my speech
my mind was filled with memories
of the students I used to teach.
There before me...swimming in my mind,
my students were everywhere..
Autistic students, blind ones, ones with seizures…
and students in wheel chairs.
And swimming right behind my students…
this was really quite a feat
were children and people I did not know…
who had no homes, or food to eat.
I saw many people in pain, crying,
I know not the reasons why
but they seem to have more troubles than me
as I watched them floating by.
Suddenly my mind went blank
and I forgot what I had started praying for
as the troubles that I thought I had…
didn’t seem as troublesome anymore.
And so still on my knees with my head bowed
as I visited my God today
it was for all these other people
that I began to pray.
And I hope my God is happy
as my prayers up to her or him soar…
smiling and proudly nodding his or her approval…
knowing that’s what prayers are for?
We are the quiet ones, lost in the hush,
Where the world storms past in a thunderous rush.
The lights are too bright, the voices too loud—
But we dream in the softness behind the cloud.
We did not ask for a battle or war,
A war how foolish that we can't win,
Yet they fashion laws like licence plates.
The kind I use to make for twenty cents an hour,
Will they carve our silence, deny our seed,
And plant their power like choking weeds?
We are not broken, just tuned to the stars,
Our hearts beat different behind your scars.
But they look through us with cold disdain,
As if our joy were cause for pain.
Will they strip our care, our homes, our rights,
And leave us on the streets through endless nights?
The halls are heavy with their suits and ties,
While we paint hope in our own blue skies.
If cruelty wins, will kindness flee?
Or will we rise in our own decree?
For though the world may cast its doubt,
We bloom, soft flames, that won't burn out.
They may forget, but we remain—
Whole in our difference, strong in our pain.
And love will echo, fierce and still—
Autistic, alive, and always will.
Everyone in the United States will under they
Will have too register, because you said, I've
Done nothing wrong what do I have to fear,
Who will save us all from Hitler?
As I was checking out a father at the bookstore his son began to talk to me…
before I finish…I think it’s time for a little history…
For 39 years I taught Autistic students…a career that was as wonderful as it was long…
My job was to help my students, in spite of their weakness…find what made them strong.
I had successes…I had failures…each made me more compelled…
to see their Autism not as something we needed to ignore…
nor as a place we needed to dwell.
I think the moment I became a good teacher was the moment I learned to see…
not the label but the person who was staring back at me.
I return often to that moment when my understanding and my empathy grew…
for not only did it make me a better teacher…but a better person too.
Which brings me back to the young man talking to me…he was wildly gesturing with is hands…his speech was mostly unintelligible…impossible to understand.
So I listened even harder…his eyes I tried to meet…and when he finished I said,
“Sure…it’s on the corner…just across the street.”
His dad’s eyes widened…his mouth dropped even as he continued paying…
“You mean to tell me you understood…” he asked, “everything my son was saying?”
“Oh God no!” I smiled. “My hearing’s not that good.”
but I believe I heard him mention ‘ice cream’ and those two words I understood.”
The father smiled as I handed him his book…his transaction was complete…
then he and his son headed out the door…to the ice cream shop across the street.
And once again I thanked my Autistic students…
for helping me discover a way…
to look a little closer
and listen a little harder
to what people are trying to say.
My dear ones, years and accounts have passed since we spoke about the New Man, "Le Horla."
From the midpoint of the Reset cycle, it is known to emerge from the mix of slaves and technology.
Rudolf Steiner knew, the beginning of vaccination, non-foods prepared in the shadows of the times.
The control of the masses through technocracy, a vision of the 1900s when the world was slowly transforming.
Under the influence of drugs, Hitler saw prophetic nightmares, screaming in fear before "Le Horla,"
A fearless and cruel monster, a presence deeply haunting the collective social subconscious.
Poe, in 1840, sensed that autistic presence in crowds frightened by the mysterious inexplicable,
And Bulwer-Lytton, through "The Coming Race," showed us the way to a future full of uncertainties.
I merely connected the threads, for geniuses often reveal the hidden truth in the folds of time.
We lament the lack of empathy, the mimed emotional life in public space, a theater of our days.
"Le Horla" spreads, USR, a symbol of technocratic times, an experiment of the present.
A nano-metallic transhumanist nervous system, beyond which only Zombies can survive.
Zombies, USR members integrated into the 5G network, coordinated by towers watching from the shadows,
Soldiers of an unchosen destiny, in a world led by the deepest and darkest shadows.
Remember the '50s, when the danger wasn't in vaccines but in the hunger and fear that reigned,
Today, technological terror and transhumanists bring us times of darkness and fragments of hope.
The worst satanists lead, and strategic starvation is just the beginning of a story.
Under the command of 5G, group intelligence manifests like drones drawing messages in the sky.
A trans 5G USR member becomes an appendage of the Beast, an eye on the ground for its unrest.
And yet, in this nightmare world, there is still a chance, a thread of light in the dense darkness.
TRULY SAD ABUSE OF POWER GATHER THEE UNDESIRABLE BEINGS ON THE SPECTRUM TO COMMIT THEE ULTIMATE BY BREAKING AND ENTERING TRESPASSING SEARCHING THROUGH VETERANS HOMES CRUSHING AMERICAN FLAGS FOR THEE OUTFIT OF SCUM ON EARTH MY PRAYERS ARE WITH THE CAPO CIRO GARGANO HIDING OUT FAKING HIS DEATH HIDING BEHIND UNDESIRABLE BEINGS ON THE SPECTRUM FUNNY RIGHT JEFFERSON ALABAMA BACH OFF ABUSE OF POWER STOP TERRORIZING DISABLED FAMILIES SEVERE ABUSE OF POWER BULLIES AN AUTISTIC YOUNG MAN TO TRESPASS WITH INTIMIDATION AND FEAR HIS UP COMING TRESPASSING ARREST OUT ON BOND HE ARRIVES SHAKING FORCED TO WORK FIR ABUSE OF POWER BELIEIVING HES GOING TO PRISON FOR A 300 DOLLAR BOND HE TRESPASSING EXPOSE DOCUMENTS TO CIRO GARGANO AND HIS ABUSE OF POWER STARTLING TAMPERING WITH DISABLED FAMILY AN ENTIRE FAMILY ALL ON THE SPECTRUM MANIPULATION INTIMATION BADGERING TERRORIZING FBI INFORMANTS DISABLED VETERANS DISABLED AMERICAN FAMILY
Merry go round a circle of dreams
Friends are found as we journey
To find a place where you can esteem
Climb magic mountains of hope
Where you grow like a tree
(Chorus)
A———————————A is for Amazing
U———————-You are amazing to me
T——————————Teal timeless faces
I————————I see you in everything
S——————-Sunny sails singing songs
T——————Teal tears never shed alone
I—Indigo eyes black brown blue or green
C——See courage beauty autistic dream
Tattoo my heart with a star of youth
Forever change my spirit I love you I do
Bright sunny delight red flowers bloom
Love makes us rise jump high as the moon
Repeat chorus end
MLK's Positive Beloved Community Psychology:
The study
and mindbody experience
of positively regenerative life
as appositionally dipolar,
double-negative correlational,
Mind consciousness
and body conscience
co-arising empathy
back into endosymbiotic dissonance,
physical-ego decay
And metaphysical-ec(o)-soul irrationality
of unbalanced temporal-neural dysfunction,
growing autistic depressive-repressive anger and fear,
chronically disintegrative,
increasingly climatic degeneration,
dis-ease racing toward even further Yangry Fear
monocultural trending self/other
shame/blame,
socio-eco-political
ungrateful
unforgiving pathology
For missing out
on humanely divine
polycultural
dialectical
nondualistic mind/body
crown/root bilaterally intelligent opportunities
To choose full-health wealth investment i
n polyempathic passion/pleasures
of Beloved Woke Community
Interior within Exterior Landscaped
revolutionary content thought
contentment felt
Through Positive BiCameral EcoPsychological Conscious
body gratitude
mind positive attitude
spreading our trauma-in/ex-formative
co-passioned networking virus
ReStoring BodyEmpowering Justice
and Civil MindEnlightening Peace,
PositiveMind BodyPleasureTherapy
CoOperating beloved back
to YangFather
SunCrown enlightening
YintegralMother
EarthRooted empowerment.