Long Censorship Poems
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I recently wrote a poem, but I was afraid it might upset modern sensibilities. So, to be safe, I sent it to the Feminist Union of Caring and Kindness, the Committee for Using Nuanced Terminology, and the Newark Politic Congress to remove all potentially offensive terms. Enjoy…
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Ahhhh….it feels so good to express yourself!
No, wait, it doesn’t? Expressing joy in expression might hurt the feelings of the creatively-impaired? Oh, ----, sorry.
Form:
My name is Joe Biden and I…
Made The Taliban Great Again
Made War Great Again
Made Taxes Great Again
Made DEI & CRT Great Again
Made Lawfare Great Again
Made Crime Great Again
Made Illegals Great Again
Made Inflation Great Again
Made Debt Great Again
Made Censorship Great Again
Made Transgender Great Again
Made Mandates Great Again
Made Fauci Great Again
Made Elites Great Again
Made Hypocrisy Great Again
Made Dementia Great Again
Made Hoaxes Great Again
Made Babbling Great Again
Made Lying Great Again
Made Conspiracies Great Again
Made Teleprompters Great Again
Made Corruption Great Again
Made Falling Great Again
Made China Great Again
Made BLM Great Again
Made Putin Great Again
Made Gaslighting Great Again
Made Voter Fraud Great Again
Made Hamas Great Again
Made Racism Great Again
Made Hate Great Again
Made Woke Great Again
Make Debates Great Again
Made Anti-Semitism Great Again
But best of all…
Made TRUMP Great Again!
She dug into the garden of Eden
A first of thirst longing for hidden thrust
Curves of sweet blossomed hors d'oeuvre to feed in
Charmed beauty or was it only pure lust
Fragrance of passion and romance for sure
A bee line drew for one bite of the taste
He did not know yet for love was no cure
Only that pleasure was not being chaste
No censorship hiding sensual fruit
When lips met tempting skin and licked the juice
Wondrous symphony thus entered his flute
Unbeknown Adam discovered the truth
Of allergy to dates breathless he teased
Allegorical peaches to be pleased
11th February 2018
Written for contest ‘A first Date’ sponsored by Brenda Chiri
When sleep summons desire's dreams, she'll appear:
for in my fantasies, we are lovers.
She gently takes my hand and leads me here,
to my bed, slipping under the covers.
I feel her body lying next to mine;
every voluptuous curve, pressing close.
And love's flame burns within, as we entwine;
competing to please the other the most.
Hungry tongues exploring mouths, we French kiss:
in the throes of passion, she bites my lip.
What is reality compared to this
raw intimacy, free of censorship?
She's my dream mistress, in charge of wet dreams,
innocent pleasures, and orgasmic screams.
"Covid emergency Acts" & 1930 Nazi Germany Cohesion
Gaslighting from Wuhan, the bitter scourge raged,
Covid the Brand,
the value is FEAR and Control.
the "marketeer" shrouded in obscurity,
subtle conditioning,
psychological warfare
unconnected mind control game.
Concealment of odious lab experiment.
Global perplexities without a gun,
unseen armies moving through the air,
hopeless mortals stripped of honour,
proud kings humbled by fear,
men crossing the threshold of speculation
At the precipice of a reset.
ignorance seeks the thrones on all sphere,
Presidents and tyrants of nations devoid of science,
mandating and manipulating all like Hitler,
to seek solace in experimental opium.
compromised media destitute of Chemistry,
suggesting ampoule from greedy pharmaceuticals,
Business trumped,
anxieties exacerbated,
controlling by fear,
Masking laws to deface nature's Beauty,
Sanitizer as cure enriching China,
From Isolation,
to Lock down and lockouts,
to the Greek Labelling,
Alpha overturned by Beta,
and Gamma conquered by Delta,
demonized immune system,
deodorize chemical solution from the lab
deceived by propaganda to the Jab, susceptible still.
A false sense of relief.
and the naming ceremonies unending,
Mutation from Vaccines, concealed,
Then the arrival of Omicron from South Africa.
The Vaxxed unprotected by experiment blames the "unvaxxed"
The world a Laboratory for the greedy,
money mongers devising opium by trial and error,
another experiment for the gullible as cure,
Censorship of opinion by big Tech,
dictation and Propaganda.
Welcome Socialism,
Wuhan now cured.
Selective restriction,
deprivation, broad day robbery,
undefined PCR Test,
speculative stigma,
Positive or Negative incontestable,
punishment for the Beijing weapon
Freedom was Yesterday
Socialism is Here at Last.
You hear dumb people screaming it
all over the networks today,
latest excuse for censorship,
“Hate speech! Hate Speech!” they always say.
They’ve even pushed some governments
to think that it’s a real thing,
politicos lusting for power
are only too eager in helping.
A true Orwellian idea,
every busy-body’s greatest wish;
but there’s no such thing as ‘Hate Speech,’
you’re scum if you think that there is.
Free speech has been long protected,
and there is good reason for that,
public exchange of all ideas
is what weeds the good from the bad.
Did not free speech allow debate
on whether the slaves should be free?
Did not the south deem it ‘hateful’
when call on their hypocrisy?
Did not it allow Jim Crow’s lash
to be dragged out into the light?
Can the woke cultists of today
be so utterly sure they’re correct?
Or with free speech are they afraid
that they’re evil might just be next?
Because the way they act these days
one cruel fact cannot be ignored,
had social media existed
Abe Lincoln would have been censored.
To dare speak out on freeing slaves
would have been seen as a real risk;
but there’s no such things as ‘Hate Speech,’
you’re scum if you think that there is.
Free speech must play the social role
of showing uncomfortable truths,
like a parent using tough love
to impart something to the youth.
You say Gender Dysphoria
increases chance of suicide,
they blather that you are ‘hateful,’
they’d rather let those people die.
You point our single motherhood
destroys children in the long run,
they scream out that you ‘hate women!
What’s wrong is a girl has some fun?
But school shooters and locked-up cons
all seem to come from broken homes,
depression, drop-outs, job failure
these correlations are well-known.
We used to speak about such things,
to save our daughters from this fate,
now society falls apart
because dumb leftists call it ‘hate.’
If it can’t be called to account
the destructiveness will persist;
there is no such thing as hate speech,
you’re scum if you think that there is.
CONCLUDES IN PART II.
Song on the wind; an ethereal composition can
penetrate the soul; a spark and combustion
reveals the fire of enlightenment.
Spirit awakens to face the universal mind,
on its god-flight.
Platinum wings unfold and against a background of
golden light; spirit soaring,
we morph into atomic particles.
The spiritual “Transporter” engaged opens
multiverses travel; intelligent life is all life…
one in the land of soul.
Here live beings of infinite knowledge and wisdom.
Locked out of the moral inn, they wait;
mind and soul are the keys by which,
we open eternity’s door and pass through.
Inundation, a gathering of energy;
that harmonic moment, realized when the
Dharma pours into our mortal vessel.
Drink heartily, without egoism’s censorship;
we have more than we know.
Power channels atomically through the open door;
spirits in a mortal box always have spare keys.
6-10-2021
ALL YOURS (Jun 11) Poetry Contest
Brian Strand
Once there was a smallish town
where the people all lived free,
it could be raucous at times,
as free folks are wont to be.
But into this came a man
who said, “We must do better,
some who speak do hurt us all,
let’s silence them forever!”
He brought a crowd together,
dragged a man out and did voice:
“This man thinks some folks are poor
because they made a bad choice.
So little compassion here,
what should we do with him now?”
“Cancel him! Yes, cancel him!”
came the roaring of the crowd.
He brought another man up,
then pronounced to all of them:
“This man thinks that the unborn
mean more than living women!
Hard to imagine such things,
what shall we do with him now?”
“Cancel him! Yes, cancel him!”
came the roaring of the crowd.
“And this man thinks we’re helpless,
We can’t cool the climate down!”
“Cancel him! Yes, cancel him!”
came the roaring of the crowd.
“And this guy thinks firearms
should forever be around.”
“Cancel him! Yes, cancel him!”
came the roaring of the crowd.
“And this guy thinks that children
should school at home, not in town.”
“Cancel him! Yes, cancel him!”
came the roaring of the crowd.
“And this guy thinks it’s okay
to have skin other then brown.”
“Cancel him! Yes, cancel him!”
came the shouting of the crowd.
“And this guy thinks deities
reign with a heavenly crown!”
“Cancel him! Yes, cancel him!”
came the shouting of the crowd.
“And this fellow thinks hard work
should make a person feel proud.”
“Cancel him! Yes, cancel him!”
came the shouting of the crowd.
“And this one thinks that marriage
is something we should avow?!”
“Cancel him! Yes, cancel him!”
came the clamor of the crowd.
“This guy thinks that your children
should be raised in your own house.”
“Cancel him! Yes, cancel him!”
came the clamor of the crowd.
“And this one thinks property
is a right that is endowed.”
“Cancel him! Yes, cancel him!”
Came the clamor of the crowd.
“This one thinks to government
not everything should be bound!”
“Cancel him! Yes, cancel him!”
came some voices from the crowd.
CONCLUDES IN PART II.
A short brief about the modern day censor,
Withholding what we can and can’t read,
Withholding what was once considered free speech,
Before the censor was let out and freed.
Like in the new poems on this poetry site,
We can’t type GET --------, or ------- YOU,
YOU ------, ----- IT, or ----OFF, because
We’ve been told these words are taboo.
This makes me wonder what words will be next,
What words will we be told to fear,
What words will the censor remove from our tongue,
What words will soon disappear.
Maybe the words that’d better watch out are,
William Shatner! Mango! Egg white!
I think the censor wants to remove these words,
Thinking we’ll all sleep better at night.
Song on the wind; an ethereal composition can
penetrate the soul; a spark and combustion
reveals the fire of enlightenment.
Spirit awakens to face the universal mind,
on its god-flight.
Platinum wings unfold and against a background of
golden light; spirit soaring,
we morph into atomic particles.
The spiritual “Transporter” engaged opens
multiverses travel; intelligent life is all life…
one in the land of soul.
Here live beings of infinite knowledge and wisdom.
Locked out of the moral inn, they wait;
mind and soul are the keys by which,
we open eternity’s door and pass through.
Inundation, a gathering of energy;
that harmonic moment, realized when the
Dharma pours into our mortal vessel.
Drink heartily, without egoism’s censorship;
we have more than we know.
Power channels atomically through the open door;
spirits in a mortal box always have spare keys.