Short Civil Poems
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a chastushka
Civil noncompliance like whiskey
ages slow with pressure until...
Laws that render conscience risky
should be labeled a reflux still.
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E-xpression
E-levates
S-ocial
C-onsciousness
O-n
B-ravery
A-bout
L-anguage
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Monocrostic (Birthday of Fe M. Escobal)
Nicolas Maduro's life's so rough
Gorging himself at the public trough
While fellow Venezuelans have no food
Situation dire -- civil war's prelude
we fought over crumbs
and who touched whose side of space
daily civil wars
yet somehow we still grew up
laughing at the same nonsense
I’ve tried to wrap my arms around the drivel
that any war might be deemed ‘civil’
~ the only term that comes to mind is evil
he was plain
he wasn't insane
he won't change
he walk and talk
the hiway
and byway
to have a say
did it day and night
he was the
KING OF CIVIL RIGHTS
Shall Suggest Civil Unrest
What I wanted to do was suggest,
My favorite subject is civil unrest;
Write about,
With no doubt,
That always will have been best.
Jim Horn
A son of Georgia
I was a chemist by trade
'Unbossed and Unbought'
'The Movement' gave me a call
I left the lab and I marched
Dare we utter the words “Civil War”?
Or claim of dictatorship which can't be ignored
An economic disaster
Shaking things up to the rafters
A catastrophe, like none other before
Civil Wars
A civil war lasts long in psyche of people
Bitterness of having lost festers from one
Generation to the next and black America
Are still victims caught in the middle of
The unresolved.
this still excist
so don't miss
put up a fist
stand up
fess
get it done
go after that sungun
do't run
stand your ground'
this is your town
do't be put down
to see a better light fight
CIVIL RIGHTS
When civil war
is knocking at your door
Isn't it up to you
to stop it
or allow it
to grow inside your heart
and grow inside your life
and tease your evil side
until you also die
like all of those you let die
Form:
Dancing to a Dixieland band, I think of General Lee
And General Sherman who led a march to the sea.
I am glad that I did not live in the south back in the day.
I cannot imagine how fast my sad feet could not run away.
builder of….
garabit viaduct
eiffel tower
consultant to statue of liberty
brilliant civil engineer Gustave Eiffel
contributed to all three
researched meteorology and aerodynamics
made major contributions to both fields
Old Soldier's Disease:
Civil War soldiers would march
Pick and eat cherries
No toilet for them
No toilet paper either
Just woods, trees and leaves
The result's the same
Out fast and loose in the end!
Cherries are the pits!
History’s unpopular these days,
No one cares where Blues shot Greys,
Or where the tons of cannonballs were kept.
Union marker stands aloof, alone,
Monument of bronze and chisled stone,
And students giggle where the Northern troops once swept.
sijo
Earthly terror comes to me deep within my mind lies malaise.
All things are tolerated, no constitution have we left.
Judges whisper slow regret; disobedience mushrooms.
May 29, 2020
sponsor: Jenish Somadas
contest: Let the Pens Flow - Sijo Poetry
RIGHTS
A poem by
Jerry May
We all like what we like, but that's no reason to hate,
But our idiosyncratic prejudices can't decide others fate.
Regardless of anyone's beliefs, preference or likes,
Everyone needs without exception to have every human and civil right.
I shall weep for fallen angels
I shall weep when there are no more
my thirst cannot be quenched from empty wells
I shall weep for fallen angels
their deeds will leave this story to tell
ships to heaven can’t run ashore
I shall weep for fallen angels
I shall weep when there are no more
...Though in closing, it must be said
they did not remain there for long.
A damned Yankee wed to a Reb?
The locals all declared it wrong.
Like many others they went west,
and made Colorado there home,
the family lives there to his day,
‘Abner’ a family name well-known.
…and ‘April’ too.
Five Score Years ago Abe
finds an end to racism? Signed Proclamation
‘till the nabe
divided all
King’s dream of Emancipation
we fall
Unite
civil nation
rights!
Five Score Years ago Abe
King’s dream of Emancipation
Rights!
Expansive bloody rot, a necrotic smell, overwhelmes young nostrils.
Nightmares, anxiety unable to love
Death follows me and takes those I love
Smoke and fire rise around my heels
As Atlanta burns, behind my exit.
Scarlett's exit of Atlanta in "Gone With the Wind."
For Brian Strand's contest on Favorite book Vignette
“Alive on the page
Necessary in the mouth”
What dare you say
This poem is about
Righting all wrongs
A civil rights poem
Writing a song
For a sing along
Is it the speed
Of the best light
Speaking to me
The rest of the night
Cadence of brilliance
Dipped in blue ink
Raspberry resilience
Grasping literacy dream
Scarlett, Rhett, Tara
“Fiddle-dee-dee War War War”
~ ‘I don’t give a whoop’
Poet’s note: Okay, okay, you’re right! Rhett Butler didn’t give a “whoop” in the most famous line of Gone With the Wind. If the film censors had their way, it may have ended with a “whoop.” But they didn’t and the rest is history.
Mark Toney © 2018
They're knocking at me door
In the middle of the night
They're knocking at me door
Giving me an awful fright.
They taking me
To a camp where
Ashes fall like black snow.
I'll not be overjoyed
By goose-stepping boys
With boots to their knees, oh hey,
And brown shirts and billy clubs
Cheese grater belly rubs
Coming to take me away.