Egyptian MarchEgyptian MarchEgyptian March12 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
The dunes that surrounded Memphis resounded
Trumpet calls and booted footsteps
A word in old language uttered
Servants followed at coat tails
Someone watched from a balcony
Relieved that neither she nor her people moved
She was not Egyptian
Though she had been there
Once or twice before
Are You Sure You Want To Delete This Art?Are You Sure You Want To Delete This Art?22 hours ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
We abide by the rules, we sit silently,
Awaiting command, we’ll sit politely,
Anticipating your return, us faithful marionettes,
We’d wait for you forever, we’re your loyal pets.
But master, master, why have you gone?
What, what, what did I do wrong?
Master, I’ll do anything for you,
Don’t throw me away, I need you.
You created me,
Gave me beauty,
Oh master, why have you left me be?
I miss you master, come back to me.
I’m empty inside,
There’s nothing within me,
You gave me character,
I can’t do anything, I’m just something people see.
Master, master, you’ve emptied me,
I suppose now I know what happens when someone abandons their OC.
ChangeSkully in the caliperChange13 hours ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
To refuse the trueness of our caliber
Just another tool of the master
Used to fracture our stature
Snap us in half,
Primate our caricature
Must come at them with character
Biting the hand of handler
Is the mistake of the amateur
But don’t let them damage ya;
Got to be saboteur when you come at the governor’
Calculate and be accurate if you wanna be Dillinger.
Calibrate action to the impasses of pacifists
Compassion is key to ad lib like an activist
Strategists that are passionate can become a catalyst
Catapulting public outrage to the steps of the palaces
The houses of capitalists; producing malice
Instead of checking the balances; acting as pathogens
Impacting their nation with plague policies
Abusing power from their offices;
The cacophony of the caucuses
Cluttering the consciousness
Of American politics;
Costing us denizens
What our forefathers promised us.
Gotta put a stop to this,
Break glass ceiling as populace
SettlersThe tools of settlers' heavy steelSettlers19 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Rip custom, home and soil.
The heavy-hearted natives
Watch "Whitey's" restless toil.
Push more beneath the boot
With less dividing more.
A monarchy of misery
Whose rich exploit the poor.
But thin-skinned numbers swell and burst
Like over-ripened plums.
The angry minions scream for blood
Oppressors do their sums.
Bare-backed, confused and angry
I ponder white man's way.
The waste disguised as affluence
Too many, more each day.
VersusThis poem is nothing.Versus21 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
This poem is useless.
It is stupid.
It is just a plain
Old, decrepit paper
With silly little words,
Making the very tree it was harvested from
This poem is embarrassed.
This poem is insecure
Because it is not a corny love poem,
Nor a graceful sonnet,
Whose meter makes the paper sing.
This poem wants to be forgotten,
And slink back into the page of a notebook
Not to be found
This poem is angry,
This poem is raging.
It is pissed off.
It is mad that it was
Pushed into a simple notebook,
Holding its spark of words and imagination
This poem is seething.
This poem is sulking
Because it does not have to be a corny love poem
Nor a graceful sonnet.
Its hectic meter makes its paper binding boil.
This poem will strike a match
And burn itself off its very page
If anyone dares to forget it