What the paper said
A newspaper I sometimes read is not happy
that billionaires dabble in politics
the paper is partly right; especially if the rich
The person who thinks about it is not liberal.
People who are successful in relative youth
tend to inflate their importance, ask what
do I know how to fill my time in service to my
country, even though they know it is about
themselves and well-being to use their
business acumen to benefit for the state
and at the same time, give them importance
on an international level
Sigh a mogul is not an intellectual, his vision
is narrowed as his business talent that does
not include the mass of people who might
have other interests, say about quality and
social issues that have no visible outcome
but nevertheless benefit those who are of
a modest talent
A billionaire should not brush them off as a
hindrance to their view, life is more than
running a factory and meeting people who
are in awe of the wealth
Teaching is a noble profession
But, given less regard on golden opportunities
I saw their plight of sacrifices
One example, teacher in remote places
Where servicing education to less fortunate ones
I saw teachers start hiking on a Sunday morning
And arrive at the place at evening
They have to go to the ordeal of cliff hanging bridge
Flowing river and rocky rough road and too many stops in between
They are stay-in teacher for the whole week or even more
Only few teacher survive the ordeal
Many quit and gone abroad for greener pasture
Some change places and practice in private school
Those who survive the ordeal remain skeptical
But because they love their profession and the children
They remain true and love their profession by heart
I wonder what the government can do to alleviate the situation
I wonder where our taxes go, where the resources went
I wait God to intervene my government and raise good leaders
To address many social issues that concern people and its progress.
Gen X or the
MTV generation.
See a big growth in the
Dept. of education.
A generation of latchkey
Kids home alone.
Rocky hits the box office,
With Sylvester Stallone.
New music with attitude,
The intro to Punk Rock.
Women working,
punching a time clock.
They heard Heavy Metal
Being born.
They witnessed the troops
In Desert Storm.
The first generation to play
Video games.
They watched the Challenger
explode into flames.
Another great movie the
Breakfast Club.
They were the era for
The War on Drugs.
They saw the emergence of
The AIDS epidemic.
They remember terrorism
at the Munich Olympics.
No more Berlin Wall to separate
the east and west sides.
They remember Jim Jones,
And his mass suicide.
They can come off
As a little cynical.
On social issues they
Are more liberal.
The Exxon oil spill,
They tried to lie.
The divorce rate hits,
An all-time high.
They had cable TV to
keep them company.
They experienced a
Single-parent family.
Turbo1904 ?
Social issues affects many people from all walks of life.
A nation of destruction from past to present days from addictions, excess bank fees, church burnings and shootings, Covid 19, human trafficking, famine,, food shortages, childhood traumas, mental illness, no affordable housing, homelessness are the results of causes and effects of social issues beyond one’s control.
Sometimes thoughts pour out from within
Like a fountain of water
At those times I sit with my mobile to jot down the matter
Anything can overwhelm me emotionally
Beauties of nature, inspirational quotes, articles, poem's, day-to-day acts...
sufferings, social issues, movie, song...
At those times poem flows from within
A beauty gets created by Gods grace
I am not my poem's author...
Similar thing happened today
so I wrote a poem.
One day when I was walking
inside a wood alone,
admiring the autumn trees,
I found a big flat stone.
It beckoned me to sit awhile -
and so I wrote a poem.
Another time while driving,
in a mighty storm I feared,
rain pounded down, but later on
a rainbow then appeared.
With gratitude, I hurried home,
and so I wrote a poem.
A boy I once thought loved me
to whom I bared my soul
rejected me most cruelly.
When heartache took its toll,
I needed to release my grief,
and so I wrote a poem.
Another boy that loved me true
brought happiness to me.
And others – friends and kin of mine:
each made a memory
I wanted to preserve in ink,
and so I wrote a poem.
Some social issues boil my blood
and things I find absurd
can put me in saracastic mode
and craving to be heard.
I wanted to convey my thoughts,
and so I wrote a poem.
Oct. 11, 2020 for the "And So I Wrote A Poem" Contest of John Lawless
Born April twenty-ninth, nineteen forty-nine
in the small city of Bathurst, New Brunswick, Canada;
I am the third eldest of thirteen children, ten girls and three boys.
The product of a semi-dysfunctional family;
my upbringing was influenced by a physically abusive father,
offset by a loving, nurturing mother.
I'm gay, happily married, comfortably retired, and like to write poems.
My poetry touches on pain, fear, love, and social issues.
I tap my life experiences to convey emotions and explore feelings;
thus, my heart and soul are on display for the perusal of the world.
(Bio)
09,29,2019
However it goes, nobody knows
Whatever your belief
You as you are, and those afar
Through centuries of toil and grief
Hardships they solved, as they evolved
Bring us to date and time
The past is the past, today won't last
Opportunities pushed to the side
With flag unfurled, in a perfect world
Equality and freedom are one
With sword and shield, privileges yield
Then both become undone
Color or race, religion and mates
Must fight for what's legally theirs
Riches and waste, power and taste
Blindly turn from despair
Bitter and charred, Solutions come hard
Ignorance and greed are withstanding
Social issues, adroitly abused
Are solved with understanding
an original poem by the "poemdog" Daniel Turner
Social issues elevate politics into the ring,
Whilst a loving family frees your interest thing,
But all people need the state and NHS,
Which step in to assist when life is less.
But everything deepends much upon legislation,
The law, its acts and clauses are foundation,
Its wordings either narrow you into a lark,
Or respect your essence and dignity in hark.
If you are the storyteller expected to win,
The ear of the great who accounts for your sin,
Your module is no problem to your friends,
Or to your colleague who her hand to you extends.
29/10/2015
When I’m known, he’ll come knocking.
Left alone to cry for our children,
I wish for them to know, the truth
not become bitter, broken, or hopeless.
The choice to conceal, be honest,
My dilemma, want better for them.
If I can get ahead despite rejection,
Social issues, challenges, being ill equip,
So could they, I want them to know this.
Determination make the impossible possible.
Even if alone and unsupported.
Weapons and mass destruction
Traffic congestion
Infrastructure deterioration
Human experimentation
Child Abuse and Molestation
Church-State Separation
Toxic waste and unemployment
Exorbitant education
Police corruption and abuse
Alcoholism,Grey Goose
Can’t smoke indoors
Can’t smoke outdoors
Big Brothers mouth roars
“STOP the POLLUTION”
When it’s big businesses
That has the solution
To air pollution
It’s not the consumers
So stop spreading those rumors
Medicare and Medicaid Reform
Trying to set the norm
Compared to
Money Laundering
And the show that some
Perform
Media Bias
Would stop if we only had
More Zechariah's
Homelessness
In the U.S
It’s not a good reflection of America
Doing its best
Women fighting
For their equal rights
And racism lingering
Day and night
Change must be bold
And in Highlight
Castles and mansions such tourist attractions
Buses carrying the flocks
Of sightseers a many
Cameras flashing at old Big Ben
Back streets full of litter and broken men
Bottles empty after another cold night
The beauty of poverty, empty wind swept dirty street roads
That fills one with loneliness and sadness
For all those whose suffering
Is no beauty at all
A single tear
For the young and old
Walking the streets of London
Where the sun hardly shines
Bullets of rain to flood the poor
Compassion has been drowned in the Thames
Me? I shed a tear, and fill my belly at the pub
I walk the streets of London with shiny new shoes
I pass old men and vets, hands held out
They, awarded medals of bronze and me with my gold watch
The day comes to an end
Do not ask me why
We are all so lonely
Notes: Inspired by the song of the same name!
This is the song
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YKu4DaPi-qY
London is a beautiful city, I have been many times, The song is more about social issues that any particular city.
I'm sure you've heard the term “artsy fartsy”
It can apply to a person or a thing
Most times expressed in a derogatory manner
Definitely has a “nose in the air” ring
In my lifetime career as a graphic designer
You'd think I'd be one of those guys
But nay nay I say I'm not that way inclined
My pinky doesn't point to the sky
Masculine as a male dude could possibly be
Mr. Jockstrap through and through
Chow down raw meat and stand up to pee
Most times leave the seat up too
It's certainly not a comment on social issues
Some of my friends are artsy fartsy
But most of the time my wee pinky stays put
Except when I'm stirring my tea
I'm sure you've heard the term “artsy fartsy”
Many times expressed with distain
Relax everybody it's not meant to be hurtful
Not everyone travels the same lane
© Jack Ellison 2013
In Good Company
Pain Is a guest
It has a temporary sit
At my table.
It sits with an overwhelming
confidence.
Grief invited himself in without
invitation,
Then I invited sorrow.
Misery entered my house like a
thief.
I called them to my table,
Soon I was in a good company
We sat and drank whiskey
As spoke about social issues
I said...
Pour me a drink
A drink of sorrow
I shall not speak
About tommorow
Then it was time for them to
leave,
They walked with a
disappointment.
Because my being was joy!
Goodbye to all the shallow
friends
Pain is a gift
And life is a just a test
Ernest Badounts
We've always been obsessed with hair
Ponytails or long and flowing
Medusa's hair would turn you to stone
If you gazed on it, no joking
In the 60s a Broadway hit called “Hair”
With its popular anthem “Aquarius”
Prompted a new age of sexual revolution
Some of the sights were hilarious
What's the attraction I don't understand
Seems kinda primitive to me
Being obsessed with this body adornment
It's kinda pagan wouldn't you agree
Imagine if we had the same obsession
With some other interesting parts
How about plump and rhythmic derrieres
Call it “Bums” with the hit song “Farts”
Sorry I got totally lost in my thoughts
Such a silly billy I am
So back to poetry about social issues
To prove I can be serious, I can
© Jack Ellison 2012
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