Long Melting pot Poems
Long Melting pot Poems. Below are the most popular long Melting pot by PoetrySoup Members. You can search for long Melting pot poems by poem length and keyword.
Remember who you are!
In the deceptive times that cast their spell on the sleeping conscience,
Today's youth are lost in masses of merged and dissipated identities,
With a meticulous clanging of tin, almost deafening to the ear of history,
They form a melting pot of collective mentality, a dense and murky fog.
It would be easy to provide a quick explanation for this ultra-progressive phenomenon,
Which has homogenized characters and scattered historical sentimentality,
Dissolving even the last trace of the clarity of inherited sense,
For what could be simpler than to conclude that the youth have been deprived?
Where are you going, young person, toward the Sunset of great promises of progress?
There, in the West, where the mirages of the new world dazzle with their brilliance,
Where contemporary ideologies promise happiness on this earth,
In a neurotic delight that urges you to swallow without questioning.
Have you not yet understood that appearances are often deceiving,
You naively leap into the whirlpool of contemporary ideologies,
You easily believe what the majority promotes, but forget that history,
Has shown that it is not the many who hold reality, but the few and the strong.
The Romanian, a rock against the turbulent waters of deceptive times,
Could not be easily fooled, having the consciousness of ancestral values,
Stronger than any current coming from outside,
Have you forgotten the deep heritage buried in your heart?
The Myth of Progress is the dream that delights your senses and blinds you,
You have learned to love evolution and to become an obedient citizen,
Society rewards your perseverance with small fleeting joys,
But you have forgotten the moment of the Present, the simplicity of awakened thoughts.
Shadowed by the nostalgia of the Future, yearning for the certainty of a better tomorrow,
You have forgotten that the ideal is not in the standards imposed by the elites of society,
The Present is made of simple, yet awakened reflections,
It's time to stop and lock the whirl of currents that has engulfed you.
Breathe deeply, remember the life of your parents in communism,
How difficult it is to serve foreign ideas, remember who you are,
Do not be afraid, for victory does not belong to the many,
But to those who firmly believe in Truth and the inheritance of the soul.
A rocky road we’ve through I know
But Hostility, is not how to solve it though
Things will never work out if we don’t love one another
Because here in this country, we are sister and brother
We outline our government sadly on the past
Which may be the reason we are starting to crash
Listening to the tone, that’s planted all in your ear
Enraging you with hate, racism, and fear
Though the civil rights laws have been passed and enforced
The unity of the union is still in tragic divorce
Maybe it’s all because we tend to be afraid of change, a coward
Making our homeland , the land not of the free, but of the sour
We all tend to, hate others because they are not like you
A human instinct, I don’t deny it’s truth
But sometimes inside ourselves we have to set that aside
And look at the new way in the light of our eyes
Ours eyes will not deceive us, that’s a promise I will keep
I promise you also, that I’m tired of seeing this land weep
Its been wrapped into a package, whose seal will just not break
Change in America, seems to be to much for us to take
Explain to me, what is race anyway, is it allowed to be defined
Is caring for any other race still considered to be a crime
A crime made up by all of us its so, not just by the white citizens
Oh yes, there’s just as much ignorance in Hispanic, Asian, native, and Afro men.
See, what you are failing to recognize is that this is the melting pot
Been around for two hundred years, and this caldrons still hot
The fire seems to just have started and it continues on
Serving up a new kind of man, and new type of Adam’s son
See if race is true, then American is a race alone
Because in its fine fabrics, to many races are sown
That’s why when I look, at an American like me
I see an identical person, an identical race to see
Colors, oh colors, you ask why they are so
It’s just the pigment in your skin that anyone can get you know
We all make beautiful children together, and their smiles tend to be white
Can’t you see that in this day and time, it’s time we truly unite
Say goodbye to the past, whip it all away, and focus on the future time
Where America well not fall , but climb
Out of this terrible, dreadful Abyss of horror
Get your transportation, because we are moving forward.
Form:
They wage war on the poor
Selling their souls what for
But for gluttony and greed
Dissension is what they breed
Harmony and discord
A duality we can't afford
People die on the street
Chilled to the bone, no heat
No bread, no bed
So they commit suicide instead
And the system is so corrupt
A melting pot is ready to erupt
Boomers failed the youth
Doomers birthed who know the truth
16.07 is the living wage
But 7.25 has us locked in a cage
And we work hard to line their pockets
Yachts, mansions, pensions, and rockets
Racial tension is their weapon
So we don't collectively unify and step in
They say work hard and achieve American dreams
But the reality is not what it seems
Connections grant privilege to the rich like royalty
As they demand we stand for the flag and show loyalty
I'm tired of being a stepping stone and I'm not alone
And this is what we've been shown
Epstein didn't kill himself we know
Another death to protect those in power and another low
America grows darker by the hour
So in a moment of clarity
There is no peace and prosperity
This is a raw deal and we need a green new deal
Because I'm tired of being a spoke on the wheel
Illiteracy is on the rise and that's our demise
Because they can feed us their lies
They blame us and claim we have no ambition
But survival is the majority's mission
Stuck paycheck to paycheck until we're dead
And those who care get shot in the head
I beg you to put your hand on your chest
Against your beating heart are we doing our best
Laws against sleeping in the car, sleeping on the sidewalk
These don't fix the problem but we can't talk
Because they balk and say you should have done better
Anything to lick the boots of the debtor
But despite all of my rage I'm still just a rat in a cage
Soon to be a forgotten footnote, a faded page
And that wheel is going to keep turning
As American lives go up in flames we're burning
But that hatred is twisting deep inside
And revolution is what we need if I must confide
The system is built on a foundation of failure, it's broken
But our passion and fury has been awoken
For this is our watershed moment to stave off calamity
After discouraging decades of enmity
So if they must wage war on the poor
We'll wage war on a system we abhor
REGENERATION GAME
Poverty stigmatises
Poverty overwhelms
Poverty condemns
To rid an area of its poor
Is the new regeneration game
That governments catering to middle class greed employ
Thus keeping the third estate in check
Sterility of environment
White washing of areas
Coupled with compulsory cauterization of attachment
Are the sticks that beat down the resolve
Of the new underserving poor
Those that made an area
Vibrant
Rhythmic with charm
And a melting pot of cohesion
Are no longer welcomed
Now the developer sees an opportunity
The middle class scramble
For central havens
Above the best schools
Sends planners into an orgy
Of false accusation against the poor
And wilful disregard for the
Life blood of the communities
They so lovingly plunder
The hardship of having too much
Is the story of those in power
An Understanding of poverty
Is not a vote puller
Thus all are rated on their property value
And their post code
To beat the low paid and waged
And the non-double barrelled named
Is a game the chattering classes engage in
Stigmatising the hardworking
Demonising them for living
Democracy functions today
By dividing society into the powerful and the followers
Those that cannot influence
Or have friends with connections
Are never to be allowed within the city walls
Lepers they must always be
To occupy a space where one
Is no longer welcomed
Is the daily grief of the estate inhabitants
Those that have stayed when the going was rough
Are now discouraged from
Claiming ancestry of an area
They will be rooted out come what may
By a council with middle class ambitions
Social depravity does not fit
With most government’s upward mobility
The Victorian idea of the needful poor
Rears its ugly head even in our modern times
Those that have not are always
Meant to be have nots
Politically motivated poor bashing
Is how a party gets into power and stays in power
The economy and society are pawns only
To attract
Buy
And keep voters
Fooled by the scraps from a heavy laden debt table
Selfishness is an ingredient in all
Past social implosions
Today’s regeneration plans
May ignite and incite smouldering ambition
When those that want a fair share
May overcome
The goliath that is selfishness
It’s the fourth - fireworks; the fizzle of stars.
The colorful display of power of the people —
waving of the red, white and blue; freedom
rings, slowly, building to a crescendo
to include all the melting pot called the USA.
Resilience and fortitude; weathered the wilderness
where an unlearned cabin-patch man snatches
every book his hands can capture, then captures
our hearts, tall, even taller with his top hat —
a silk black band added after his beloved son
Willie dies. Lincoln, a man who united us
in the favor of freedom, freedom that frees the pandemic
of slavery, the dark history of whips and chains. And
furthermore we ask, “Why oh why…”
when headway is made do men continue to suffer
and hang from trees, crosses burned.
And all good men suffer with them, the agony of evil —
it was to be stamped out, and the white hoods snatched
off crazytown. If one truly believes in God, then he loves,
not hates, his fellowman and each wants the best for him —
of education, family, boundless freedom and desires
to hold hands — building a chain, not of rust, but of
trust. And we sing out, “God bless America.”
I visited the WWII museum in New Orleans. A flat map
showed the takeover of the world by forces of evil. Almost
the entire world of East and West lit up — it took my breath
away. What power quenched the burning furnaces, the
torture of peoples? When America stood up, under
the banner of “In God We Trust,” the hellfires, not
easily squelched, the brave, the spirit of the wilderness
gave all, they fought to set the captives free. Men, in general,
are not perfect but the fight for freedom is a worthy cause
and the sanity of a sound mind, a candlelight vigil of veracity
is one to be stoked. Do we continue
to fight each other, dividing, drawing lines, or pull
each other into big sloppy hugs and love’s kisses.
God bless this union called America; God’s mercy
invites us to sing with one voice; freedom’s choice.
It’s the fourth - fireworks; the fizzle of stars.
The colorful display of power of the people —
waving of the red, white and blue; freedom
rings, slowly, building to a crescendo
to include all the melting pot called the USA.
7/4/2020
DUCK AFTER DUMP PING THE DON
air ring ma thoughts - no matter aye ham
juiced one twenty first century mwm ape
serves as genuine s cape
to fly (during pitch black hours of night) and escape
burning effigies, where his jumbo jet, a sonic boom stick bewitching like Snape
temporarily tough feign ruffled feathers sans rape
pay shuss selfish lust, when world sliding down behavioral sink,
where he doth jape
and me as distant outlier from madding crowd i gape
* * * * * * * * * * * * *
At the sheer inanity
trumpeting strumpets donning an innate
prejudice and senselessness purr
blind faith toward self avowed demigod -- seize whore viz Cesar
his hair coiffed and puffed like it whir
wind blown kickstart ting mobs to stir
paying bodyguards to evict ruckus-causing murmur
oh...how the masses will let this country
* * * * * * * * * * * * *
Go to hell in hand basket
and rack up stratospheric global debt
cause zing this one measly mortal male to fret
that totalitarian rule will force every man,
woman and child to march....het
two...three...four, while the billionaire
* * * * * * * * * * * * *
turns a third blind eye speeds away in his foo fighter jet
argh...heavens to Betsy, how did the fickle finger of fate let
this pompous ass
vacuumed majority votes across world wide net
to finagle vox populi, and groom hooligan nasty ruffian thugs
with smashed face s as his smart pet
bump ping uglies henchmen set
to create their own version of the tet
offensive, despite croup bawling ashen faced deportees
whose tears sentence innocent to po' ver tee branding indiscriminately vet
so culled unwanted ill eagle "aliens"
labored with nose to grindstone
fingers to the bone vainly, their american dream parched whence whet.
* * * * * * * * * * * * *
Long story short - pondering my rental circumstance will equal net
zero importance, and will be upended if this ret
chad, ewol, googly-eyed, gastronomic, narcissistic bullish don will set
the spark for world war three - via gone ah re: ha...ha...ha...to all vet
tureens within the american crucible melting pot - with backs whet
unless....Katrina and the Waves, superman or Sabrina can oust him yet!
Along with the sounds of helicopters hovering overhead are the bombs exploding on every side. Overwhelmed by the horrid aromas of gun fire, ashes, and decaying flesh. Within the battlefields brothers, sisters, mothers, and fathers fight side by side in the trenches where parts of their history was born.
Many soldiers, who once shared the hopeful outcome of present battle and the glorious promises of life to come. The faces which kept them going for one day to see…have now bid their farewells.
For those which remain are forever etched in the very souls of the strength of red, white, and blue. Stars burst in the thick of night and the smoky thickness of day lingers. Stripes once white are now as red as blood stained bandages wrapped around the severed limbs of battle.
High above from the cradle of the flags majestic eagle’s nest flows a steady stream of blood upon the brows of those who stand where souls who fought a good fight no longer stand.
A flag beaten and worn by the elements has become tattered, faded pieces of cloth. Nonetheless, the strength of its spirit has never died.
Souls of brave soldiers who have fallen stand and applaud the courage of those who now fight in their steed while standing on the shoulders of those before.
With instructions to fight not only our visible enemies who despise our very breath but defeat the things on our very soil whose mission is to take away the true meaning of freedom.
Defeat the hatred not of a people but, of a nation whose melting pot runneth over. From a people who detest what it stands for but, reap its benefits.
High above them is the silhouette of a soldier unknown by name but whose strength and valor gives rest to the wounded. A silhouette that no longer stands but kneels with honor at its base.
One of many whose blood flows from that precious eagles nest onto the hands that so proudly hold ‘ole glory’ in place. The flag drenched in the blood of bravery-soaked in the blood of pride.
Oh soldier, with encouragement the banner waves for thee! The breath of many blow for thee! Knees bow before a Holy God in prayer for thee! God Bless America our home sweet home!
Poet to poetry hide me from society melt me in the fervor of sullen brevity !
there are lines being drawn in the sand let the reader understand in the furtherance of the plan...
A challenge to be set free is a question of time use logical persuasion from behind
the clock on the wall has holes in the side with a sought grained polish of dust
talk with me walk with me through the passage of time with a highway with cars without tires
the mere notion of intellectualism has taken a back seat toward compromise to its twisted lies...
no one has a voice anymore no one wants to be heard
Disturbed
corporate greed with fat cats with blue hats filter through the streets
agruments ensue over yesterdays left over newspaper yet we tend to rattle the chain
society you don't have a part in me cause you lied to me
saying the claim I am what I do you have bitten off far more then you could every chew
you walk the New York mile taking the Hudson Ferry
hysteria
people get mad at me cause I'm in support of gay rights the fact that we should coexist
your going to have a fight with my fist if you don't resist yet you think I' m so one sided
take you back in a blast from the past 1975 watching the Donny & Marie show waiting for my pops to make me those little pizzas in the oven
those good old days from the past having so much fun with a hope that it would last
today we are devided minds are plugged with evil destruction
everyone texts & no more need for family get togethers around the kitchen table
lock themselves inside their proverbial room waiting to seal their tomb
yet at one time we can climb together as a melting pot for the furtherance of love
buying your time there's a great ladder to climb until you reach heaven's door lest I implore
today we got Nas, Fetty & Snoop hitting the famed rap scene busting out dope joints.
got to kick it to the curb as if you have heard they cry for peace in the woods laying on the grass.
No one today gets by on any free pass we got bills to pay plans to be made
we are the bold the blue and the brave letting are stars shine brightly in the midnight hour
One can't help but a feeling
With all our country men a leaving...
...and more migrants lining up
at customs door...
Latest figures polled this year
57,000 plus have left...
...in pursuit of work as there is no more...
and the piper seems little to"no care"
One can't but help but a feeling...
...with our melting pot a changing...
...looming question as to who we are
working for...
...Capitalism on the brink?
Our taxes for unpaid benefits?
...and more rising unemployment is in store...
as our working class is dwindling...
...Is this piper swindling?
One can't but ask the question...
Once known the land of milk and honey...
SOE flushed...
no longer funny...
Suggest to tax the paper boy...
surplus review without joy...
SOE to pay off deficit...
or the accruing unpaid benefits...
...and the migrants keep on filling
an empty space...
I'm not racist lets be clear...
but common sense has reared it's head.
One can't but ask the question...
Robbing Peter, to pay Paul...
Where else I ask you in the world...
can one arrive into a country...
claim refugee status and get paid...
...Lets divert all this attention...
Blame the solo mothers on a benefit...
not a mention about the fathers who help create...
One can't help but ask the question...
To the piper I will mention...
This recession has created great divide...
but the lesson to be learnt lets not skirt
round with words...
You are playing with peoples families
and their lives...
For the people that were born here...
...are more confused and disgruntled...
For the Piper has gone global world wide...
We want peace and harmony...
the right to drive our country's' economy...
...out of debt, and pay our tax
to those in need...
Not a hand out to the lazy...
who are wading in the gravy...
This is what our country stands
for and much more...
One can't help but ask the question...
Have we forgotten what's important...
and who we're really working for...
For our country men are leaving...
Left us penniless and a grieving...
For this question begs an answer...
in the shallows of joy and laughter...
is our deficit knocking on our front door?
A swinging sixties chick was I dressed head to toe in Biba
Miniskirts my mother loathed and free love too, so I was told
Music of choice was Motown and Soul that played upon my radio
At weekends tuned to Saturday Club a programme never missed
Radio Luxembourg each night, though signal crackled and hissed
Reception was weak as twilight approached, with my radio under my sheet
At the foot of the stairs Mum’s voice could be heard
“Turn that radio off, and go to sleep”
In ‘62 a pirate ship launched off the Essex coast
Radio Caroline was her name, with young DJ’s as programme hosts
Innovators of their time, played songs we loved the most
Enjoying the challenge, but taking a risk each time they went ashore
Deemed illegal ~ no license had they, so were technically breaking the law
Trailblazing times enhancing our lives, playing songs never heard of before
these songs were the soundtracks of my youth
these songs I love and adore...
Tony Blackburn their first DJ; a handsome young fella back in the day
The first DJ to spin his discs whilst bobbing around on the pirate ships
At 77 still playing his songs and boring the nation with corny quips
on ‘Sounds of the Sixties’ every Saturday morn
he plays the tunes
I singalong...
I sent a request for his 'Magic Moments' spot
feeling sure it would end up in his 'magic melting pot'
Our 'Magic Moment' in '63, as we danced the night away
at the Regent Ballroom, Brighton, on a floor made of wooden parquet
was it love at first sight on a midsummer’s night
by the light of the silvery moon...
As we danced to the Chiffons 'He’s so Fine' it became our special tune
When Tony played our 'Magic Moment' on his radio show
I could hardly believe my ears
then my eyes filled up with tears
for my darling he has gone ~ for he died ten years ago
Written on 1st December 2018
after hearing my request played upon the Radio...
Contest :NOSTALGIA any form,any number of lines
Sponsor: Brian Strand
HONOURABLE MENTION