A misfit in Liverpool
I think of oranges when I see a painting by Constable of a morning sun
that looked like blood orange dripping nectar down on some
fishermen trying to catch eels on the dark surface of the bay.
There were sail-ships too ready to hoist sail in the morning wind.
When I lived in England, I met several police constables, most
of them, nice blokes, but during the miners´ strike, they became
radicalized, they had a good talking to by those higher up and
were also promised plenty of overtime.
John, a police constable fifteen years on the beat and no promotion-
a friend of mine refused to partake in hitting miners over the head,
he continued his lonely beat, but at the station, he was ostracised,
a lonely figure in need of a friend- He often came into my cafe after
hours, we drank vodka with orange juice, lamenting the time we lived in. John took early retirement, and I sold my cafe.
Categories:
radicalized, absence, addiction, age, america,
Form: ABC
radicalized
almost hypnotized
evangelized
nationalized
the undereducated
easily manipulated
all of it so calculated
anger quickly cultivated
from one cult to another
with the ferver of a lover
new beliefs to discover
greater hatred for the other
to reality now blind
fear and hatred combined
true solutions undefined
striking terror in mankind
will this hatred cease
violence decrease
or divisions just increase
Will we ever know our peace?
Categories:
radicalized, fear, hate, political, power,
Form: Rhyme
Socialist Thinking
By: Miracle Man
2/23/2020
We are fast becoming a country,
radicalized by those with the idea,
that everything should be free,
and the rich punished.
To close the gap between rich and poor,
They advocate bringing those with less, up,
by bringing those with more, down.
Categories:
radicalized, life, poverty,
Form: Free verse
Eruption of blazing emotion from the volcano of anger,
chars innocent minds, you’re burnt by the lava of remorse.
Spoken word of wrath, the sharpest double-edged sword,
one side decimates your opponent, the other severs your soul.
Deep desires unfulfilled, morph to the deadliest of hates,
you’re in labyrinth of apathy, chased by demon of your shadow.
The radicalized mind rides the mad horse of revenge,
violence destroys illusion, the failed victor becomes the victim.
Let the sword remain sheathed, tame beasts of hate and anger,
wield heart’s magic wand, win battles with love and compassion.
December 10, 2019
Contest : If you live by the sword then you die by the sword
Sponsor : Silent One
Categories:
radicalized, anger, hate, love,
Form: Free verse
The eruption of blazing emotion uncontrolled
from the simmering volcano of anger,
chars the green minds of innocence,
you are burnt by the lava of remorse.
The spoken word of wrath,
the sharpest double-edged sword ever made.
One side may decimate your opponent,
but the other side severs your soul.
The deepest desires unfulfilled,
morph into the deadliest of hates.
You enter the labyrinth of apathy,
chased by the demon of your darkest shadow.
The mind radicalized for vague cause,
rides the mad horse of revenge,
heartless violence destroys the illusion,
the failed victor becomes the victim.
Let the sword remain sheathed abandoned,
tame the beasts of hate and anger,
wield the magic wand of your heart,
win all the battles with love and compassion.
Date written : December 10, 2019
Entered : December 23, 2019
Contest : Your Best December Poem
Sponsor : John Hamilton
Categories:
radicalized, anger, hate, love, violence,
Form: Free verse
Since the beginning of the *****sapiens’ phases of civilization
Invisible pages of history printed sign of the times in message clear
Giving clue to the artifacts of the cyclic growth and destruction,
No force on earth could ever change the cardinal rule of nature.
On the ruins of war and strife grew the fragmented modern world
Fierce strive for supremacy and survival erodes the human values.
The folded flaps covering the black archaic psyche are unfurled
Humane tolerance and noble empathy are going fast out of use,
Embittered minds gravitate to the centre of the radicalized ego.
Touch of feathery feeling hardened hearts don’t give any more
In kinship beliefs frictional winds of change has begun to blow
Making mounting existential crisis corrode civilizations’ core.
Envisioned annihilation marks on the fate of the human world
Sign of the times drawn indelibly in the undrying lines of blood.
April 24, 2018.
Categories:
radicalized, conflict, future, war, world,
Form: Acrostic
Said the terrorist,
Terrorized and
radicalized by what the mind dictates.
Spreads it’s evil into the eyes,
stares into arrogance
justifies presumptuous actions
and forces you to comply.
Did I not think?
Once done,
irreversible these actions?
But no,
this rude bravado
assumes it carries the weight of God.
Who am I to dictate such ignorance?
They do on to me and so I do unto them?
Revenge?
For whom?
Did God ask you to take revenge?
No that is of your choice.
I chose my actions.
The devil speaks into both ears,
into your eyes,
into your visions,
into your hands,
into everything you do.
You become the devil’s advisory,
a chilling killer.
Think again!
God is not on your side!
Why do we do what we do?
our infectious mind
spreads through the eyes,
motivate our visions
till we comply.
© Al. Juman The "said" Poet 7/7/2016
Categories:
radicalized, anger, dark, evil, horror,
Form: Free verse
I slipped on a teardrop
Landed in a tragedy
People with twisted minds
On random killing sprees
No legitimate reason
Fueled by ignorant hate
Politicians turning their heads
Letting guns proliferate
Unspeakable heinous acts
Leaving a trail of grief
Justifying murder
For a radicalized belief
But selling assault rifles
And other weapons of war
Doesn't make anyone safer
It only guarantees more
I slipped on a teardrop
Fell into a river of tears
With an endless armada of bodies
Exacerbating fear
an original poem by Daniel Turner
Categories:
radicalized, america, anger, anxiety, hate,
Form: Rhyme
Hate infiltrated Orlando's Pulse Club,
morphing into an instrument of death.
And innocent men died in pools of blood
as a madman's anger stole their last breath.
Armed with an assault rifle and handgun;
a radicalized Islamist, slew gays.
For this closeted wannabe gay was
both attracted and repelled by their ways.
Shots rang out as gays danced to the music;
creating a surreal killing zone.
And ensuring that few would leave alive;
bullets mercilessly pierce flesh and bone.
Satan applauded this demented soul;
smirking at the notion of gun control.
Categories:
radicalized, anger, angst, death, emotions,
Form: Sonnet
A misfit in Liverpool
I think of oranges saw a painting by Constable of a morning sun
that looked like blood orange dripping nectar down on some
fishermen trying to catch eels on the dark surface in the bay.
There were sail-ships too ready to hoist sail in the morning wind.
When I lived in England I met several police constables, most
of them, nice blokes, alas, during the miner´s strike they became
radicalized, they had a good talking to by those higher up and
were also promised plenty of overtime.
John, the constable, - fifteen years on the beat and no promotion-
a friend of mine refused to partake in hitting miners over the head,
he continued his lonely beat but at the station he was ostracised,
a lonely figure in need of a friend- He often came into my cafe after
hours and we drank vodka with orange juice lamenting the time we
lived in. John got an early retirement and I sold my cafe.
Categories:
radicalized, best friend, betrayal, judgement,
Form: Prose Poetry