Anarchist's TangoYou are what you are,Anarchist's Tango1 month ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I take what I see,
My choices spin you,
Your choices fling me
It's a circle, a square,
It's a twelve-sided dance,
Match your steps to the chaos!
Leave the movements to chance!
We can fling ourselves madly
All over the place,
Just as long as your fist stops
An inch from my face
Watch the anarchist's tango!
See the freedom ballet-
Just make sure you know how
To get out of the way.
Something's Wrong HereHe beats her,Something's Wrong Here3 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
smacks her around,
won't let her get up,
always keeping her down
for if she stands up,
he'll make her bleed.
On her submission
he greedily feeds.
He's the weak one.
She beats him,
smacks him around,
won't let him get up,
always keeping him down
for if he stands up,
she'll make him bleed.
On his submission
she greedily feeds.
He's the weak one.
To Dictate the Life I LiveI am a part of a nationTo Dictate the Life I Live3 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Where my sexual orientation
Dictates the life I live.
Where money trumps time,
Families torn a part for a dime,
And paper dictates the life I live.
Where my gender is inferior
And an extra body part makes you superior.
My husband will dictate the life I live.
But what happened to freedom and equality?
What happened to political honesty?
I am a part of a nation of corruption
Where the media's "truth" is assumption
And dictates the life I live.
Where the youth are treated like cattle
And it is a constant battle
To dictate the life I live.
I am sick of all the lies
And cutting all ties
To the society that raised me.
I choose my own destiny,
Choose to see the world with refound clarity,
And never settle for second best.
I don't have enough years
To let societal fears
Dictate the life I live.
August 13th 2015Watching as the moon rises over the sunAugust 13th 20152 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Listening for the first sound of shattering glass
Cause it’s not in silence that the night is won
And without a fight the darkness will never pass
Cause we’re angels with clipped wings
And where we walk the demons fall
Where we walk the cities sings
And it’s all for one and one for all
There’s no need to call out for heroes
Everyone has that light in their soul
That’ll let you stand against slings and arrows
That’ll shine the way out of that hole
It’s time out here on these crowded streets
And our hearts call out for no order, no retreat!
Poem - True BelieversTrue BelieversPoem - True Believers2 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Poem for Day 239 – 201508247
Pardon me if I do compare you
to societal criminals,
Nazi butchers of World War II.
Forgive me if I illustrate
you drowned in innocent blood
of a thousand thousand victims.
There are three sides to an issue,
but in my emotions I see only one,
with you at the end of my diatribe.
I acknowledge the facts are thin,
my emotion speaks for my mind,
raging righteous as I proclaim.
Perhaps what you do is legal,
done so with a cleared conscious,
but this does not quench my passion’s fires.
Yes, you are more of a human
and less of the monster than I reveal,
but this does not matter in my narrative.
My brethren can be as unkind,
shed drop for drop actual blood
in pursuit of our blessed goal.
My rhetoric will still portray
your causing bloody oceans of tragedy
while we are anointed by the same.
I'll end this with a final note,
that you are the monster I contrive,
your sins too numerous to account.
My emotions tell me this bitter truth,
Brave New WatersSharks bigger than your raft intrude,Brave New Waters3 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Trying to scare you to go back.
But courage, faith, and fortitude,
Were never something you lack.
Sneaking across the borders,
Carrying only what you can.
Barbed wires and bullets tall orders.
It would be enough for any man.
Leaving plague and famine,
Does it even strike a bell?
Let's not judge, let's examine.
Why should anyone stay in hell?
All here once came from other lands.
We are built from stories like these.
Not all beggars with outstretched hands,
And bigotry is not something to please.
Our country is a colorful tapestry,
Woven stronger with many fabrics.
Many names inked in its registry.
An amalgam of people, not bricks.
Some now think, this should change,
And that our doors should close.
To only let those in close range,
By whom we picked and chose.
But we are the melting pot land,
Blending in cultures, not schemes.
All should have rights equal in hand,
While just trying to live our dreams.
©2015 Carol Gregoire
Signed, The System.One more day left to be free,Signed, The System.6 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Once tomorrow comes you'll belong to me.
I will melt and mold your mind
As you leave the summer sun behind.
Cover your ears, ignore the cries,
Be blind to truth and close your eyes.
I will fill your head with lies
And watch the truth's gruesome demise.
I will teach you how to think
As I witness your creativity shrink.
I will brainwash you to stay inside
the box you were told to think outside.
Carry the weight of the world on your back
As I teach how how to act.
Dressed to nines, stand in line,
Stay conforming for all time.
Try to show us what we want to see,
and we rate you, A, B, C and D.
Live up to the world's standards and perhaps you'll pass the test,
And ignore the fact that we control you to think like all the rest.
So enjoy your last moments of freedom tonight,
And wake up to the dawn of the morning sunlight.
Deep breath in, and try to breathe out your sorrow
Because school begins again tomorrow.
Square One Shapes UpThey consider it adultrySquare One Shapes Up3 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
When young fingers linger on the electronic singer of a pay phone.
Dialing x's over calling for the y's,
Some z's were all you needed to arise.
Only asking you to see... you undermine the hand of the written.
Only trapping you to breathe. Trust my two cents are worth more than a tip in.
Some advice? Don't be the shiny one I see on the ground.
Too many walk over it or give copper the run around.
MeI saw a bird fly overhead,Me4 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
And for a second I was free.
I returned with newfound dread
to the task of finding me.
I saw a stranger in the mirror,
Who didn't know how to flee.
There should be no fear
to the idea of defining me.
I saw a person fall apart,
an emptied absentee.
I shouldn't have to hollow my heart
to the duty of defending me.
Lullaby for the DoctorRest now, Doctor, go to sleepLullaby for the Doctor4 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Timeless hero dreaming deep
Weary eyes nos close at last
Aching hearts forget the past
Those you love will guide you still
Emptiness they come to fill
Shadows cannot reach you here
I will guard you from your fear
Rest now, Doctor, rest and know
Those you love shall never go
Memories will stay in sight
Surging forth to help you fight
Sleep, Protector, safe at last
Though the night is fading fast
Don't forget the ones you need
Doctor, please remember me
Little BirdOh little bird your free I say,Little Bird6 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Free I say to live this day.
Just let me listen, see, and read every communication you give and get.
Oh little bird don't you squawk for you are not a pet.
I say, I say, you cannot say what I don't like as Constitution will.
Little bird, little bird I'll take your voice for of it I've had my fill.
This is freedom little bird, because I call it such.
It has always been so this I say, so you cannot escape my clutch.
How dare you spread your little wings to attempt to fly.
Now before other birds get any idea's I'll clip them don't you cry.
Now little bird eat what I say and drink as I direct.
Nothing wrong nothing to see so look over at this person derelict.
Since your angry and your sad then you must be sick.
After all we can't have you seeing what you're not told, oh look a tick.
Nothing wrong nothing at all with your pretty cage.
Don't you fight me, look over here at this front page.
Don't you see oh little bird this country it is free,
So close your eye
Time PassingAll the flowers goneTime Passing1 month ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
And honey too
It wasn't the children
It was me and you
Young girls marry
Just to pretend
This is the future
Not the end
Young men want
To have a say
But still they give
Their lives away
It's what they're for
So we forget
What causes war
If left alone
Was never our own
Poem - Side of RightSide of RightPoem - Side of Right1 month ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Poem for Day 211 – 20150730
You began as the individual,
but now you serve a greater cause.
Identity merged to the party line,
personal truth subsumed by society.
Step up and don our chosen garb,
words with set meanings preordained.
Roles fixed against contrived history,
future determined by stated past.
Welcome to the hyperbole,
your role is not stained by factuality.
Perceived identity becomes the litmus,
testimony of prescribed motivations.
Your role has been predetermined,
cast against an imagined whole.
Our story has been set in stone,
mountains high only we can see.
Ministry of Truth will show your lies,
your blood shed will bring us new life.
Beware the freedom shared by most,
it only brings slavery to the rest of us.
When all is right there will be no wrong,
the truth evident in the prescriptive words.
Contrary ills will be expunged,
a single thought will have all meaning.
The narrative becomes all important,
the script by which life is played.
It is the len