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( 9/6/12)
They had gathered in the square
And a feeling of unrest was in the air
A message of freedom resounded out loud
you could hear the talk amongst the crowd.
Their voices started off very softly
And rose to a high pitched frequency
And in their faces the anger you did see.
The world is changing and so must we
We must fight poverty and bigotry.
Families are starving all around this world
Just look at the faces of the boys and girls.
There are children who are skin and bones
And are left without a home.
Mothers have no more milk in their breast
And not a morsel of food for them to eat
As they lay dying at their feet.
When they do have food to cook
They need clean water and a plate
And a spoon , fork , and a knife
So their fingers they would not bite.
A netting for where they sleep
To them is a treat.
Insects flying all around
And the children s crying is the only sound.
People being condoned because of their
Religious beliefs ,color, and sexual gender
And it’s not getting any better.
I live in a world of political corruption and hate
But I always try to keep my faith and
Hopefully one day they will open up their eyes
And take away that disguise.
This is the reason you hear FREEDOMS VOICE
Through out the lands - because people just can’t
Understand why our politicians turn their backs
And refuse to pick up the slack.
They say that these are third world nations
Who have all these devastations
But don’t they have rights just like we
So lets try to help them stamp out poverty and bigotry.
I know it’s nearly impossible to do what we say
But one by one we can find the way.
ONE BY ONE !
© L.RAMS
you know the song
beliefs made obsolete through years of corruption
folded in the napkin used to wipe your mouth
the drool obscuring the words of many
who sought to stamp out the oppressive reign
with a sick devotion to the end of the world
and a sad condition to have a coughing spell
the days become listless and full of grey
but you know the song, oh you know the song....
a dance made ugly by a dusty sun of black and mold
taped together with the used up plastic of yesterday
the cold eye of a tyrant looks up at a bloody moon
oh he surely forgets to drink the last of his wine
the people who have long suffered abhor a lack of freedom
still they cut the chains of remorse with dull knives
wishing the dictatorship were made of soft butter
but you know the song, oh you know the song....
chances are humanity forgot that it has a voice
when the voices of the few can rise above the voices of many
and trap the innocent in a room for fumigation
and the subjugation just doesn't end there
yet the sad view to seek out the pages of yesterday
instead of seeking refuge in the ideology of tomorrow
means time is trapped in a sadistic stasis
but you know the song, oh you know the song....
One does not stamp out radicalism
any more than one outspends capitalism
or fights successfully against militarism
or overpowers totalitarianism.
We might fade out radicalism,
co-invest capital in cooperative objectives for health,
discern together removing threats of mutually assured violence
and democratize polycultural empowerment
by inviting therapy through all natural-spiritual nondual valuables,
dynamics and animations
within Earth's ecosystemic
universally open spacetime network.
How does it help to invite healing
by calling profound mental unbalance
cowardice?
Why choose the epithet "coward"
to describe terrorizing violent behavior
intent
thoughts against those who intend no active harm
to radicalized perpetrators?
Perhaps this is cowardly behavior
but this is not the first
or most significant
word coming to my mind.
This speaks of fear and anger
and chronically invested misanthropic hatreds,
fueled by competing over-heated environments,
internal and external.
To speak cowardice
to paranoia and ego-distorted sickness
only adds fuel to flames
we would more therapeutically abate
by inviting cultures of deep learning integrity
profoundly sacred ecology
multiculturally and polypathically seen and known
and felt,
inviting mutual embrace of fears
and angers
and lingering learned distrusts.
Chronic stamping on each other,
over each other,
causes further radicalism.
Chronic over-investing in WinLose strategies
caused ravages of capitalism,
dimming richer denser potential
within cooperative ownership and investment
of both capital and equity,
deductive minds and inductive hearts.
Chronic climates of advanced industrial militarism
cause further defaults toward competing
by violent fighting and threat.
Chronic ecopolitical overpowering
of those who feel angry and scared,
left out and behind,
fearful and terrified by violence,
their own and others'
stamping and stomping,
invites further totalitarian plutocracies,
rather than profoundly radical
healthy cooperatives
of growing nutritional democracy
of and for and by and through fair integrity,
cooperative trusting liberty
outshining rights of static freedom.
What is a poem if not a song
Just add the melody
And sing along
What is a poem if not a dance
Gliding across the page
with moves to enchant
What is a poem if not a rose
as words bring it to bloom
in sweet repose
What is a poem if not a butterfly
fluttering of the page
and up to the sky!
Joseph May
What is a poem but a caring letter
Sending love and advice
To make you feel better
Judy Ball
What is a poem if not a flower
Beautiful blossoms
Climb cerebral bowers
Daniel Turner
What is a poem, if not life
So much emotion
To stamp out worldly strife
Harry Horsman
What is a poem if not a word
Within words, singing
images unheard
Darren White
What is a poem if not a rainbow
Adding many colors
That leaves a glow
Alexis Y.
What is a poem, if not a voice of expression
many thoughts expressed,
in so few lines
Jeremy Smith
*If you wish to add to this poem, I will add it with your name.
three lines, start with what is a poem.
'Roses from all nations scintillate in complete harmony'
A Rose by any other Name - by Maria Williams
ROSE OF SHARON
Voyage of repatriated petals, dipped in silver and gold,
continental drifting through coagulating clouds -
Time To Say Goodbye to division, Il Divo harmonizes
as the world listens - the cemetery rose old.
Global vortex, dramatic sparks, landmass whole -
not as paramount as the people sailing together,
fair winds, ruddy cheeks, grand smiles that peak.
reparations of thorny holes, Rose of Sharon gathers souls.
The velvety snow of roses that never die,
curabilities for nations gathering at the tree -
the one that will enhance, enthrall, hold out
His fruit of life, stamp out existence of all lies.
The beautiful bounty of everlasting truth,
a soaking of undying love for each other
in the righteous Savior’s hand, ripe and real,
lasting restoration of the countenance of youth.
2/26/2020
Sponsored by: Silent One
Poetic lines from a Poetry Soup Poet -
Maria Williams Poetry Contest
*Time to Say Goodbye - "Con te partirò" (Italian) "With you I shall leave") is an Italian song written by Francesco Sartori (music)
and Lucio Quarantotto (lyrics). (From Wikipedia)
Mister President it's time to make the world a better place
You must treat the people fairly regardless of religion or race
When your time on earth ends what legacy will you leave
Speak the truth it's a-lot easier than trying to decieve
You have the ability to make things better for all mankind
Constant chaos makes nobodies life easier, you stii have time
Trying to stamp out the bad guys around the world never ends
You can make everyones life better by starting a new trend
Ideas are out there from both the left and the right
You have the tools to fix America let's end the plight
Making America great is achieved when we can all stand tall
We are as strong as our weakest link,'prosperity for all
(8/31/12)
Try to imagine and visualize if every household
In n. y. c. was to light and hold up a candle
How bright that would be ?
Now imagine every town in the united states
And every city doing the same thing.
How much brighter that would be.
Now imagine every country joining in
With every household doing the same.
It would be trillions of people holding
Up a candle - it would be as bright or even
Brighter than the sun in the sky
And that’s because everyone was willing to try.
Now if - and that IF is quite big
Everyone that held that candle
Raised their voices for peace
For love of one another, and treated
Each other like sisters and brothers.
Imagine how it would spread
Like a wildfire out of control
And from one person to another
it would be told.
If we must fight - let us fight for peace
Let us fight to stamp out hunger
Then human trafficking in slavery
And abuse of every kind, verbal
And physical.
This is the war that we should be in
Because these are the wars that
We can’t seem to win.
After this all the rest of the worlds
Problems will fall into place
And you will see a much happier face.