Long Correctness Poems
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"The Auditing"
We are all numbers
aren’t we? continually,
we are audited daily,
we audit each other
regularly
but we aren't regular
we are the noun
that rhymes with
britches
too big
for political
correctness
you could burn us
like a word that
rhymes with stitches
but do that,
you're not born,
you're non-existent
caught up
in the net
God's apron shelling
green peas
a small war waiting
for the lucky pot
like
judgement waiting
the torrid asizes
can't live
can't live without
counting beans
like eggs
in a basket
your first bedroom
the noun that
rhymes
with room
we, the fairer,
are never just
numbers on a page
to be
flipped
casually
you sit there
counting birds
sitting on a wire
ovens for baking
blackbirds baked
in a pie,
the pie
eventually cracks
canals
split wide open
blackbirds
now are flying ... out
we think about
it all
believe you me
we remember
the first number
and last number
on call
how many years
together
how many years
apart
how many hours
until tomorrow
how many seconds
until we part
it is amazing
what can and can’t
buy life and love
inconsequentially
like art
We are all numbers
every book
has its pages
One book
has its numbers
and even then,
we aren’t long enough
to entertain the concept
of what is and what is not
large or
small
revelation
...
the auditing,
like a black ball
drops
(LadyLabyrinth / 2023)
"When the pie was opened,
the birds began to sing.
Now wasn't that
a dainty dish
to set before a king?"
busy state
fullest living
rolling stone gathers god particles
watching humans
watching flag of nations
preparing how to arrive than considering political correctness,political incorrectness
busy state
fullest living
rolling stone gathers god particles
watching planet earth
counter normal adults,aggressive adults,dangerous adults
preparing how to actulise self-actulisation than considering like votes collection
busy state
fullest living
rolling stone gathers god particles
watching unknown
watching rebirth urges when last comes
preparing how to leave world than considering country risk,political risk
busy state
fullest living
rolling stone gathers god particles
What would we all look like ... with polka dots?
I am now ... the enemy
By simply being a white middle-aged man
I have now become the symbol of 'hater' and 'hated'
Is it something I have done?
No, because I am devoted to love and acceptance
The eradication of ALL hate is all I care about
It is my politics, my religion, and my sole social stance
No, it is simply because of a decision that society has made
A reflex response to political correctness
In deference to things done by a small section of hateful folks
Who LOOK like I do ...
It's nothing new, sadly, nothing unusual or rare
It's been done to every group of humankind that ever existed
And it was always a minority that created the angst
The select few who gave the rest a sore eye
I fear that this world will NEVER be able to purge hatred
Not so long as ANY differences exist between us
Skin color, eye shape, clothing, status
Differences are something to fear, it seems
And fear, we know, translates to hatred
Perhaps tomorrow would shine much brighter -
Perchance this world would spin much easier -
If we all woke up with polka dots
For at least then we would be alike in a way too obvious to ignore
And maybe, just maybe, the hate would end.
It would be no more crazy ...
Than the reasons we find now to separate us
It would be no more absurd ...
Than what we find on the news each day
No more ridiculous or insane ...
Than racism.
Written and submitted on January 22, 2019
For the "Polka Dots" Poetry Contest
Edward Ibeh, Judge & Sponsor.
Whose Reality
Reality is the new
fantasy
of perception
as reality.
It matters not
what is seen.
What matters is the
perception
of what is seen.
Every observation
must be “photo-shopped”
through the lens
of desired perfection.
It matters not
what is said.
What matters is the
perception
of what is heard.
Every word
must be sanitized,
cleansed in the acid
of political correctness.
It matters not
what is done
Each action
will be examined
for intention.
Judgment will be passed in the
silent darkness of inaction.
Reality laid to rest
at the feet of
perception’s
fantasy
5/18/2016
submitted to –Reality – Poetry Contest
sponsor – Nayda Ivette Negron
Hear unsilenced hope here,
Nothing is not lost.
Hopelessness the enemy
of justice
round some other's bend.
Music resounds appositions
against fear.
Anthems rise solidarity
within Earth's righteous anger.
Praise conserves liberal motion.
Emotion co-arises dipolar passions.
Climate pathology may not become
the responsibility of white privilege.
Yet, healthy climates may heal
both our oppression of Earth's sacred integrity
and our white privileged victimizations.
Wealthy multicultural opportunities
re-present risks for and of further monoculturing fragmentation
apartheid
disassociations
conserving silos
of hopelessly unfree silence.
This is our liberal conserving health,
Earth wealth
cooperatively inclusive,
interdependently webbed
agenda.
We know we are conservatively listening win/win leaders
when liberally correct issues
are also Earth-centered conservational anthems
singing courageous praise
against the fake win/lose face
of either totalitarian power
or universal fear.
Active hope
is the ally
of Earth's great restoring justice
for all,
they and we
eco and ego
yin and yang
universal health and unitarian wealth.
If all faith speaks with liberal political correctness,
so too
all hope erupts from silent win/win conserving power
noticing risks of disempowering silence
missing opportunities for re-empowering healthy natural wealth
between all souls
among all soils
all fearful angry lynching
all courageous songs unflinching.
Music heals through wind and water carried
keening
secular mundane hate
become sacred epic texts
re-formed ego-wind with eco-water lyrics
singing unsilenced sorrow.
Hear hope here.
Nothing is not lost
through complacent silence.
Politics is about power.
We have over-powering competitions,
so we also have disempowering
lack of being competitive.
And, we also have power with.
Cooperative power.
In game theory,
these are WinLose political strategies
and WinWin co-empowering local
through global politics.
Political correctness
is about correct use of power
for political health,
political wealth of system-wide power;
Political incorrectness
is WinLose disintegrating power
while WinWin integrity
is about growing more powerfully correct,
erect,
resiliently interdependent
together--
more of a hand out
than a stick up.
Those of us with the great good fortune
to be guests on this Earth at the same time,
more or less,
share our personal empowering journeys
A power pilgrimage
from past unfortunate incorrect events,
rooted in WinLose competitive power-over habits,
habitats sometimes including inappropriate humor
at the expense of those who can least afford further abuse,
on toward democratic equity
and interdependent power resilience,
cooperative solidarity held and nurtured.
Political correctness
is not necessarily fastidious,
nor ritualistic
nor mechanically calculating and mendacious;
We could more correctly settle for some healthy accuracy,
about what leads toward robust mutual empowerment
and what leads in the other Have/Have-Not
business as WinLose usual direction.
For example,
we can probably not successfully
or even correctly
wage an overpowering war
against many things,
but we most certainly cannot correctly succeed
in warring against war.
That's like declaring
You win!
before we all lose even more.
On the other hand,
We also can never successfully fight for cooperative love,
For in this fighting
we have already lost the only thing politically
accurately
even fastidiously
correctly
healthily worth living for.
Don't be proud of who you are,
Or where your family came from.
Your culture or your bloodlines,
Could perchance offend some.
Don't talk about religion,
And don't in public pray.
I tell you true the new taboos,
Will make your hair turn gray.
Don't say you like a certain sport,
Support a certain team,
You may offend some other fans,
May dash their hopes and dreams;
And don't display your moral code.
You'll hurt somebody's feelings,
Depending on their current stance,
Or their political leanings;
But if you worship idols,
Perchance could be a witch,
Or mayhap worship other gods,
The rules then tend to switch.
We don't want to hurt their feelings,
Or make them to feel odd,
So we encourage heathen ways,
And just ignore our God.
Political correct I am not
I say things as they are
If I see a bike on the road
I don't say there's a car.
You might think this is stupid
Calling something that it's not
Political correctness does the same
And it has a sinister plot.
It wants to remove our God given rights
By taking away free speech
It's already entered the modern church
For a different gospel they preach.
There is a spirit behind this madness
And the truth it wants to steal
This evil will destroy our nation
So we better wake up this is real.
It wants to change the truth for a lie
Taking away the things we believe
Political correctness is not of God
It's here just to deceive.
She offered me a glass of water from the tap.
Delighted by the fact I happily accepted.
This wasn't like anything I've ever tasted.
I've never had Evian but I'd bottle it the same.
This particular taste wasn't accompanied by anything sour.
A strange taste that makes your face scrunch.
Before I knew it I drunk the glass whole.
Fiji water is an acquired taste.
But all in all I still enjoyed it.
I asked for another glass, feeling each ripple swish around my mouth.
All water doesn't taste the same and this by far.
The best water I ever tasted.
Ice included.
Fogging the outside of the glass.
Fingerprints forever stained.
If I was a fish I'd be in heaven.
The correctness of solely something to become apart of.
The importance that signifies how great this is.
The human tongue is an amazing thing.
Enjoying the spring water that flows directly from the well of your heart
The Season Now is Christmas
By Franklin Price
12/17/2015
The Season now is Christmas
There's something in the air
Love and peace I'm feeling
For everyone who's there
I'm saying Merry Christmas
Not Happy Holiday
Such political correctness
Kind of stupid I must say
If not for the birth of Christ
There would not be this Holiday
Whether you believe in him or not
Here's what I have to say
From the humblest of beginnings
To the cross upon the hill
God sent him here to save us
And If we believe he will
But whether you believe or not
Live what he taught to do
Do unto everyone you meet
As you would have them do to you
So Merry Christmas to you
To your friends and family
May your presents be health and happiness
And believability