Short Anarchist Poems
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Frank Kupka the French artist
was a natural anarchist
First to create true abstract art
sadly with too many ideas to impart
If a person, ultra negativist,
thinks everyone is communist,
sans vaccine at UN, speaker,
a virus bomb, leaker,
if sneezes says fire ! as anarchist
Malcontents crapping on democracy
then complaining about how it stinks
the anarchist and antichrist
keepers of a stagnate stye
It is the eve before the prince of peace arrives
I turn on the TV and see Johnny's latest ad;
Butter's not cool but it's more money in the coffer.
The true anarchist in this equation is my dad
Who will only buy Country Life if it's on offer.
Woman is everything
that she wants to be...
Controversy,
policy,
militant feminist,
domestic,
teacher,
capitalist,
anarchist...
Anything,
okay !
As long as she doesn't lose
her essence female
and her poetical mind ...!
Let's understand that Love is not invented...
It is ready...
Words are not what concretes It to be...
It is the essence that is not seen...
Love does not follow rules,
it is an anarchist by nature ... I
We need to feel it ..
So that we maybe be ready
to live its immensity, its Full intensity... !
!
PS. reading a poetess girl friend, Juli Lima
Forget being an anarchist
Forget being a feminist
Forget being anti racist
Her body is swaying to the sound of music
A man holds her waist and they dance
His fingers go lower
She swats them away
She walks outside
He finds a new target
A drunk woman kisses her
She pushes her away
She puts her hands in her afro and says
“you are the most beautiful Black girl I have seen”
dwellings of myriad ragtag!
over the fluid moors I salute you
not hoping to see you again
till treasure of divine tings and syllables
greets the new dawn of calming noise
in shadowy slumber we remain
vaporizing as trees fall down
endlessly and expressly
averting a salvation
down the spiral of empty skulls
anarchist moods and petty pains
man is a silly thing made of flesh
not giving a damn in this mess
You cannot sense
Anything
Outside of yourself
Without the gentle caress
Of a nostalgic breeze
Always searching
For the ever
Tender space
In-between
Mother's patronizing knees
You are missing
Something
In someone else;
That same thing
Can only be found within...
...A select few
- They have come here to rule you...
...I wish this were just another jest:
You better learn quickly
How not to be lead!
they are green anarchist who listen
to national public radio along with
pseudo punk rock chick bands.
they are angry and i am pretty
sure they killed jesus.
they have names like ryan and ashley
and in the fourth grade they kicked me
in the nuts and left me on the ground
at recess.
these angry vegans also like to chew
on organic vanilla granola they buy
at the local new seasons store.
going outside afterwards to
chain smoke and give me
dirty looks.
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