Long Social issues Poems
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Gen X or the
MTV generation.
See a big growth in the
Dept. of education.
A generation of latchkey
Kids home alone.
Rocky hits the box office,
With Sylvester Stallone.
New music with attitude,
The intro to Punk Rock.
Women working,
punching a time clock.
They heard Heavy Metal
Being born.
They witnessed the troops
In Desert Storm.
The first generation to play
Video games.
They watched the Challenger
explode into flames.
Another great movie the
Breakfast Club.
They were the era for
The War on Drugs.
They saw the emergence of
The AIDS epidemic.
They remember terrorism
at the Munich Olympics.
No more Berlin Wall to separate
the east and west sides.
They remember Jim Jones,
And his mass suicide.
They can come off
As a little cynical.
On social issues they
Are more liberal.
The Exxon oil spill,
They tried to lie.
The divorce rate hits,
An all-time high.
They had cable TV to
keep them company.
They experienced a
Single-parent family.
Turbo1904 ?
Born April twenty-ninth, nineteen forty-nine
in the small city of Bathurst, New Brunswick, Canada;
I am the third eldest of thirteen children, ten girls and three boys.
The product of a semi-dysfunctional family;
my upbringing was influenced by a physically abusive father,
offset by a loving, nurturing mother.
I'm gay, happily married, comfortably retired, and like to write poems.
My poetry touches on pain, fear, love, and social issues.
I tap my life experiences to convey emotions and explore feelings;
thus, my heart and soul are on display for the perusal of the world.
(Bio)
09,29,2019
What the paper said
A newspaper I sometimes read is not happy
that billionaires dabble in politics
the paper is partly right; especially if the rich
The person who thinks about it is not liberal.
People who are successful in relative youth
tend to inflate their importance, ask what
do I know how to fill my time in service to my
country, even though they know it is about
themselves and well-being to use their
business acumen to benefit for the state
and at the same time, give them importance
on an international level
Sigh a mogul is not an intellectual, his vision
is narrowed as his business talent that does
not include the mass of people who might
have other interests, say about quality and
social issues that have no visible outcome
but nevertheless benefit those who are of
a modest talent
A billionaire should not brush them off as a
hindrance to their view, life is more than
running a factory and meeting people who
are in awe of the wealth
Don't want to be a bother,
Don't want to come between
Don't want to cause distraction
Don't want to make a scene.
Though stating really clearly-
I fear there's something wrong and
If i can't state it here
Where else do I belong?
There's problems in society and
I ask with much respect
To voice your words with wisdom and
also help correct.
One world that we all live in and
Hallejuah just for that!
Cannot be frivolous
Don't want to be a prat.
There are many social issues and
It's time that we address
The filthy greedy rich and
people are suppressed.
People are not happy and
It affects the universe
To get to what is forward
Sometimes we must reverse.
So let's back it up and
highlight what is real
I empathise with others and
Can understand what others feel.
There are some things I won't tolerate
For my world is your world too and
Your world is my world
So let all of us pursue...
Peace and happiness
Here all are resuming?
Just don't ever forget
We are all human.
Indeed people are special and
all so unique
Strong in a way
Another so meek.
We can do our bit
Let's get back to grass roots
To change what is wrong and
Societies Attributes....
Don't want to be a fool
Don't want to be a propriety
Don't want to be a number
No faith in this society....
But I believe in you!
We've always been obsessed with hair
Ponytails or long and flowing
Medusa's hair would turn you to stone
If you gazed on it, no joking
In the 60s a Broadway hit called “Hair”
With its popular anthem “Aquarius”
Prompted a new age of sexual revolution
Some of the sights were hilarious
What's the attraction I don't understand
Seems kinda primitive to me
Being obsessed with this body adornment
It's kinda pagan wouldn't you agree
Imagine if we had the same obsession
With some other interesting parts
How about plump and rhythmic derrieres
Call it “Bums” with the hit song “Farts”
Sorry I got totally lost in my thoughts
Such a silly billy I am
So back to poetry about social issues
To prove I can be serious, I can
© Jack Ellison 2012
~Diana, Princess Of Wales~
(Senryu)
The Princess of Wales
was beautiful and kind, Queen
of Hearts forever
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2007
April.22.2016
~Author's Notes:
Senryu (also called human haiku) is an unrhymed Japanese verse.They possess no references to the natural world and thus stand out from nature/seasonal haiku.
The Senryu, is a short poetic form which focuses on people: men, women, husbands, wives, children, relatives and other relations. It portrays the characteristics of human beings and psychology of the human mind.
A common misconception about senryu, is that it is exclusively a satirical and or humorous poetic genre. There's another side of senryu, a more serious side that express the misfortunes, the hardships and woe of humanity. Senryu that are serious in tone about romance, sex, family, friendship, marriage, and divorce — Senryu that express other moods and human emotions such as love, hate, anger, jealousy, sorrow, sadness, and fear — Senryu that portray the stark reality of the human condition — the facts, fashions, sports, social issues and life-styles of popular culture — Senryu that express passion and fullness of heart.
It all goes back to the earliest senryu that were composed in late 18th century Japan.
The Iceman the Bronx/Tony Adamo
I DIG THAT THE ICEMAN’S BACK, HITTING THE SPOKEN WORD STAGES IN THE BRONX AND THE OTHER BOROUGHS IN NEW YORK/AFTER ALL HE IS BORN AND BREAD IN DE BRONX/WORD SPITTER/ JAZZ SCATTER/GOT THE CITY TURNED ON IT’S LITERARY HEAD/AS THE ICEMAN WOULD SAY/ GOT TO REDUCE THE OTHER SPOKEN WORD ARTIST’S TO ASH BEFORE I DIE/ MR. B, THE BRONX BOMBER/THE BRO WHO EVERY ONE KNOWS/YOU CAN DIG THE CONGO STREET BEAT IN YOUR EARS THROUGH HIS WORDS/POPIN’ STORY TELLIN’ BREAK DANCIN’ JAZZY TURNTABLE BREAK DOWN OF WORD PLAY/MAN DIG THIS CAT’S FUSION OF JAZZ MUSIC PUT TO SPOKEN WORD POETRY/ HE LISTENS AND SAMPLES INTO HIS MIND HEAD/ THE GREAT JAZZ HORN PLAYERS SOLO’S TO BE TURNED INTO A SOUND SYNERGY OF JAZZY WORDS/ MAN ,I CAN DIG IT, THAT FLOW THE ICEMAN HAS/ FOR THE RHYTHMIC FEEL OF IMPROVISATION IN AND INBETWEEN WORDS/IS PURE WORD ART, CAN YOU DIG IT?/ ON SOME GIG’S/ICEMAN’S SPOKEN WORD JAZZ COMES OUT LIKE COLTRANE’S SOLO ON GIANT STEPS/ HIS GRAFFITI LACED VOICE INFLECTON ON CULTURE AND SOCIAL ISSUES/ WILL HAVE YOU COLLIDIN’ AND TURNIN’ YOUR THOUGHTS INTO GIANT STEPS/ ICEMAN ON THE DECK OF FREE THINKING JAZZ WORDS/A DJ WORD HIPSTER/ THE SPOKEN WORD KING OF THE BRONX/HE’S GOT THAT LYRICAL CONTROL AND NO CONTROL/ MAN, THAT’S WAY OUT/SYNCOPATED RHYTHMS DROP LIKE PAINTED WORDS SPRAYDED ON THE LEX AVE EXPRESS SUBWAY TRAIN/ HE’S NOT FAR FROM THE BEAT WORLD OF KEROUAC,GENSBERG, AND PHIL LAMANTIA/ BEAT POETS OF THE COUNTERCULTURAL MOVEMENTS OF THE 1960s/ MAYBE THE ICEMAN IS A SPOKEN WORD PLAYRIGHT OR A ABSTRACT PAINTER OF WORDS/ SO DIG THIS/HE’S NOT VINTAGE OR INDIE/ BUT WAY INTO TODAY AND TOMORROW AND GONE/DEEP IN THE CATACOMBS OF NEW YORK CITY’S SOUNDTRACK OF BLOOD ,SWEET, AND TEARS/YOU CAN CATCH HIS VIBE/ AIN’T NO WAY TO HOLD HIM BACK NOW/HIS SPOKEN WORD MUSIC DELIVERY JUMPS ON THE ELEMENTS AND COMBINES JAZZ, FUNK AND SOUL WORD TUNES/ TO LAY THE LISTENER OUT WITH HIS DISTINCTIVE WORD SPEAK, SPOKEN JUMPIN’ WORD/ HIS STORYTELLIN’ POETRY WILL BEND YOUR MIND/ THE ICEMAN BREATHS LIFE INTO THE SOUL OF THE SPOKEN WORD WORLD OF JAZZ SPEAK
The diversity of beliefs have collectively demoralized
the sanctity of attaining wisdom and respectfully sharing
the exchange of knowledgeability by compartmentalizing creativity.
This makes us..............................
willingly grasp onto the idea of fighting and murdering to
expressively uphold what is fundamentally a moralizing of humanity.
Instead of communicating uncertainty to keep things simply
as beautiful as they were to start with.
When you do your own research and hold no preference,
think freely and critically, that's enough for the world.
The ones who want to work hard, provide, and allow others
to decide how to live their lives. The ones that do not judge and
are only inspired by the weaving of individuality that creates this
painting of adversity within a natural environment will succeed.
We are smart enough to know that these men in ties telling lies
making us believe the TV has the answers or you need to earn
and spend monies that are impractically fabricated and blind us
from working like slaves for their manipulated, corrupt economy
that concedes in an illusory connectedness called consumerism.
Or, social issues that brainwash you into thinking that their fear
mongering gives you a sense of identity. Without identifying
their symbols of devilry they saturate in every necessity they
presumably provide for you that came free from the earth.
If everyone would live like they knew they were going to die,
the one and only certainty in life, then the intangibles in life become
clear, it's sitting right upon your nose, the rose colored lens' are
cleansed and the colors, the beauty, the smells, the smiles,
the kindness and caring, the recognition of a resolution to suffering,
and our purpose to help ourselves is through helping others,
THAT is enough to make a change.
As with many dreams, I do not understand the dream I had last night. On the night of December 19, 2007, I dreamed about a candidate for President of the United States. I dreamed that he was the recipient of a strong spiritual awakening. In the dream, it was evident that it was not a political ploy, but was sincere and truly genuine.
I do have a pull toward governors because of their prior experience and administration abilities. Also, Although it matters, I am not very concerned about the candidates' religion. It also concerns me about their marital success or the lack thereof. In addition, I like candidates that are fiscal conservatives with flekibility and pragmatism with regards to social issues.
This country needs more balance with regards to military interventions. We seem to swing too far to the left/right extremes. We must defend America's way of life and our vital interests around the world. However, it is time for both parties and all Americans to reclarify and redefine what our vital interests are.
We can be proud of the fact that we have always sought to discover, invent, and innovate new ideas and new ways of doing things. I believe that we have led the way in making the world a better place in which to live. May our fathers' God show us the way out of our present wilderness.
This dream will force me to take a closer look at the candidates. We are clearly at a new crossroad in the quest for a God fearing, peaceful,, and properous America. Perhaps this dream also portrays a longing for a rebirth in the hearts of all Americans.
The high level of prosperity that we have experienced in America has not silenced the cries of the human heart. Could it be that I have seen a preveiw, not of a particular candidate, but of America's new leader, whomever he might be? Or could it be that America has come to a place in our history whereby every fiber of our being is crying out for a new awakening?
I cannot interprete the meaning of my dream or what it might signal; but I can say with certainty that it is most crucial that we be vigilant in employing our next leader. cj122007 (Edited and condensed for PS, 10012016)
One day when I was walking
inside a wood alone,
admiring the autumn trees,
I found a big flat stone.
It beckoned me to sit awhile -
and so I wrote a poem.
Another time while driving,
in a mighty storm I feared,
rain pounded down, but later on
a rainbow then appeared.
With gratitude, I hurried home,
and so I wrote a poem.
A boy I once thought loved me
to whom I bared my soul
rejected me most cruelly.
When heartache took its toll,
I needed to release my grief,
and so I wrote a poem.
Another boy that loved me true
brought happiness to me.
And others – friends and kin of mine:
each made a memory
I wanted to preserve in ink,
and so I wrote a poem.
Some social issues boil my blood
and things I find absurd
can put me in saracastic mode
and craving to be heard.
I wanted to convey my thoughts,
and so I wrote a poem.
Oct. 11, 2020 for the "And So I Wrote A Poem" Contest of John Lawless