Short Manifesto Poems
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The man boiled his manifesto
with dry red pepper and ginger
those who taste it, young and old
shade tears of wit at table
Unleash your inner power.
Bloom your latent talent.
Decide to be excellent.
Dare to be the best sower.
Nayda Ivette
9-15-2015
The points made above with info
Show how our accounting rules blow
Though billionaires laugh
They should with their staff
Read this eco manifesto
Engels and his comrade Karl Marx
Cite the fight with rich greedy sharks
Tight with hoarded dough!
Their manifesto
Notes the bloat that floats oligarchs
I am not a poet...
Of any style...
I am just myself...
I express my life...
In words...
And I share to the world...
What I want them to see...
The rest...
I disguise in art.
PRESSURES TO CONFORM-:-
particularly
intense
imitators
awe-struck
respect
set APART
pitting
wits
skill
repeated
competition
in CLOSER TERMS
spurred
manifesto
envisage
aesthetic
beliefs
Amazing crowds just like that
Pulling rabbits from a hat
Producing coins from your ear
Making tigers disappear
Doing card tricks for a laugh
Sawing assistants in half
It's abracadabra presto
The Magicians Manifesto
at whatever age you find your voice
guard it
or they will pry it from your throat
silence your truth
mutilate your self-worth
barricade your life against such violence
arm yourself with nuclear verbs
and whatever you do
don't stop talking
In a nearby village, a man unfurled his manifesto of machinations.
Shotgun blasts echoed the summit until he turned,
cheeks flashing in the biting cold.
A bouquet of flower petals,
explosive roses frozen in time,
sculpture at the snap of one’s fingers.
"PINK"
a manifesto plucked
from the republican minds
of democratic croutons
(LadyLabyrinth / 2021)
;) x
"The Pink Phink"/Pink Panther, Mancini
https://youtu.be/59lKdaXX6Eo
man
mankind
manhandle
man Friday
where is the woman Friday?
man at large
man-made
man-to-man
manslayer
no woman slayer?
how to manage these mans?
do we manipulate or maneuver?
will they live in a mansion or manor?
Is this poem many-sided or maniacal?
Dare I manifest a manifesto for man?
What about woman? What do we do for her?
gold sky, dark sun, black moon,
blind faith, sheer trust, intune,
water flows, horizons haze, darkness peaks,
blind faith, beleive in prayer, God speaks!
eclipse sky, eclipse life, eclipse death,
changes good, changes bad, bated breath,
tones of faith, misted clouds, fill the night,
blind faith, in the heart, creates the light.
For Ms. Swanson's Contest
Simply hungry for power
Promising YOU can make a difference
You provide your manifesto
Wear your colours with bravado
Smile and kiss babies
Shake hands with the voters
Soothing sugar coated words
But they are shallow veiled lies
Promise the earth….
Then nothing will materialise
Contest- All that you are
Sponsor – Charlotte Puddifoot
1ST August 2015
A soothing wind blow,
Leaves follow a shaky show.
Looks brilliant with Sun’s glow,
See,its nature’s go.
Beauty is nature’s momento,
Think deep and not shallow.
Natural aroma is great to follow,
Fly like eagle and keep clouds below.
See the beauty of nature’s meadow,
Sunlight and the cast of shadows.
We have signed the nature’s manifesto,
Either an entrant or a veteran fellow.
Let the waves scatter into pieces
The rough movement of the planets
Let the wind blow
The alignment of the stars
Let the thunderstorm begin
Muttering my belief
It is I
Who conquer the world
It is Thee
Who manifesto the decade
It is Myself
Who lays down the rules
Let the oceans become one
The sequence of the current absorbing the past
Let the rivers flow into the sea
The coldness of the water
Let it be
And it shall be
Breath stolen breeds sharpness
Borne backward into infantile shrieks
The spinstress of sinew waits bated
For abhorrent heat
Of combustive, collapsive
Crossfire from echoing throat
Or burnt-bridge lungs
A visceral nymph thoughtlessly thieves
On Benedict tongue
Thrashing in maddened pace
Too shrill a manifesto
Skeletal soldiers charge
A red hill
Unsteady, uneven, not ready
Frenzy, not frolic
I am not a goddess
There is something to fear
I am something, I fear
Quaint Inanity.
Sometimes ago I'd thought of the idiosyncratic Shenanigans our politicians employed in declaring their manifesto. They're quite rapscallions.
Exhibiting hoity-toities during their declarations of flapdoodle, they
Tune their cozenage to the rhythm
Of rascality.
And you see kaleidoscopic legs picking
The nimbus of the elfin music.
And they're swayed into cotillion till their Fela* commute to dirge.
18:07:23:18:52
This is the Ho Manifesto, let's pray,
What is the first rule to say?
Never volunteer today!
What is the next rule to say?
Rest up while you can each day!
What is the third rule to say?
Any love is good love at our age!
What is the fourth rule to say?
Say: Never mind, blip happens always!
What is the fifth rule to say?
Kafka, you're fabulous today!
What is the sixth rule to say?
I must not participate this day!!!
This is the Ho Manifesto!
Read and learn, now off you go!
No stain no smudge no worldly wrong
Can silence the sound
of children's song
No Power of money nor chains of might
Can hinder our journey into the light
What rulers power or Tyrants reproof
Can silence the voice that sings the Truth
For love is my Lord and light is my king
Eternal the one whose praise i sing
By whose authority and power
You cannot impede the growth of this flower
For that which is stained
This will remain Pure
And this is the Spirit that will endure