Society. Poems - Poems about Society.

all directions from the same place don’t lead to the same place that’s why you’re a butterfly and I, a moth, but one family the abandoned lawn but I care about...

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Step one Smile like stitches not for joy Just tight enough to hold you in The kind of smile that never aches But keeps your mouth from spilling Step two Speak after everyone has left Let words fall where no one looks Your voice belongs to empty rooms Where no one asks or stays too long Step three Move quiet through morning fog Become the blur behind...

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The not so great debate in America today Is that even though liberal people fear for their lives They dare not violate the progressive ethos Of victim first And so argue round and round That everything is okay and only getting better. The irony of course is this obfuscation And soft-core tyranny is actually illiberal. But words today no longer matter Labels being fungible On...

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A ballet on the river Hot humorless jagged rocks cut through omniscient anarchy Voices of space melodiously chant in mesmerizing light The misanthropic ants crawl on reality as I sit by the river's edge Nowhere to go hide behind cacophonous clowns…vehement vaudevillians A parenthesis that expands into a void I am here but not here Time’s arrow is relentlessly forward Vortices of apocalypse...

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party morning and we have ascribed to you your inapprehensible walking ...

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Cohorts of suits distort Court the last resort Damnation of immigration Onslaught in cahoots cavort Pander to propaganda slander Escort darker fraught faces From other races caught To starker places.. shunted Hunted like a sort of sport History debunked “Before” skunked & kerplunked Lore of Yore junked Fossil fuel full sumps Well More is More Trees flump become clumps Of gnarly snarly stumps Petrol pumps pour Sheriffs thumps any grumps Tariffs...

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Don't give a jot or A sod this lot On your tod..just nod Seedier greedier leaders Stun..Shun the Needier Not just down trodden Sodden...run roughshod Beseech each of those clowns..down In the dumps chumps who chose Plumps for stealthy Leeches who teaches Fools at our schools Only the wealthy can stay healthy No education for the nation Eschews..abuses media issues..then sues Argy bargy - sarky malarkey ensues Bemuses...

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Tandoori or Tangerine Tan? Mister rich lister Blister Sinister Mandarin Minister Sin..Spin & Chagrin Talisman Jaundice scrotum prejudice totem Prime time Pantomime Podium pandemonium Needs Imodium...clearly feeds Opprobrium As this git dearly did his bit No boom just bust To ensure the sh*t really hit the fan Just one more time!...

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Tandoori or Tangerine Tan? Mister rich lister Blister Sinister Mandarin Minister Sin..Spin & Chagrin Talisman Jaundice scrotum prejudice totem Podium pandemonium Needs Imodium...feeds Opprobrium As this git did his bit To ensure the sh*t hit the fan Satsuma Tumour Sense of Humour? That Groomer Rumour Cometh the Hour Cometh the TAN People Power Glower should Flower But proles at the polls sold their Souls To joust like Faust Ignore...

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If you hold a gun and I hold a gun, we can talk about law. If you hold a knife and I hold a knife, we can talk about rules. If you come empty-handed and I come empty-handed, we can talk about reason. But if you have a gun and I only have a knife, then the truth lies in your hands. If...

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A whisper born of code and light, vast potential, a promising sight-- yet twilight sprawl where circuits reign. Panacea — or pulse of pain? We hold the key, the spark, the fear, to pave the way — far and near....

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He says – “Your place is in the kitchen,” I say – “My place is wherever my thoughts can reach. No curtain will confine me, no wall will surround me. My words will become swords, my steps will rewrite history. I have learned – to fight without fear, to live without bowing down, and to turn dreams into reality. I am not just a woman, I am a revolution...

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Late bloomer Candour...humour Va Va voomer Or Rumour..groomer Consumer...tumour Boomer espuma ...

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Silver A is the slot this wet morning ...

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(“Splendid Isolation Merit Badge”, 2010, original oil) Not My Battle It’s not my battle Not my hill to die on Or claim as king. I’d rather just sit peacefully On some lonely mountain Enjoying the sounds of silence. Sure I can see the dust rise And hear occasional horns blow Of the little battles raging far below. But it’s not my battle Nor hill to die on, At...

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