PalestineBehind the wall of eyesPalestine2 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I sit waiting for the sun to set.
Peering out into the free lands
my timid heart fills with regret.
Behind me are brick cells,
they keep us from the cold outside.
Behind me are starving men,
and women with tear ridden eyes.
The sun glares as it descends,
and turns these houses into ovens.
Where our hopes turn to ashes,
and our children to their mother’s bosoms.
Behind the wall of eyes
that look but do not see
that we share in our pain,
our kindred misery.
DemocracyIn this day and ageDemocracy4 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
We have never been more free
The world is at its most peaceful
But that is not what we see
In fact the countries that are "free"
Need to find a way to start
Address the problems that have
That threaten to tear themselves apart
We claim that the system is great
We all think that it is fair
When in reality it's anything but
But all we do is despair
Before democracy it was only
The king's opinion that mattered
Until the peasants hanged their king
And became their own masters
Then democracy came
Signalling the end of tyranny
But democracy mad become flawed
Corrupted by bigotry and money
Democracy is a system
That was certainly better than the last
The people were all free
But that was in the past
Democracy only really works
For those in the majority
And those who suffer the most
Are always the minority
But even the majority now
Has been circumvent
The ones in power now
Are known as the one-percent
I think that the time has come
It's time to hand over the reigns
Bohemian PeopleBlessed be the outcasts,Bohemian People4 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
living off of what is past,
not giving a fuck,
of what they think of us.
We go with the flow,
we don't do this for the show,
we got tired of living in cages,
freed ourselves from the old ages.
We don't follow societal conventions,
and we don't do this for your attention.
We Toast! To our voice they hear.
We boast! To our choice they fear.
We are the avant garde,
and to the norm we show no regard.
We are the poets without a clue,
we are the artists who just do.
What harm do we bring?
We bring none,we only sing.
We sing with our unchained hearts,
readily tearing enslaving expectations apart.
Speech„Speech5 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Tell me, human, what does describe you?
What do you think makes you different from me?
The language you speak or the nation you live
or is it something you deeply believe?
Country, religion, colour or wealth..
I wouldn't use these to describe myself.
What do you stand for, what is your dream?
Is this society what does it seem?
Running the circles unable to leave
what are we chasing in need to achieve?
Again and again and again and again...
Ideas should be the measure of men!
Your soul is telling you where you belong
the life is a journey, you need to be strong!
Search for your allies and start the group!
First let the mind speak, then break the loop!
Corporate CorruptionGive power to the corrupt;Corporate Corruption6 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Riches cloud reason,
Emotion submits to greed,
Encouraging and furthering
Deranged and daunting desires.
Delusional decision makers,
Everywhere and all the time,
Inside our lives, outside our doors,
They lie, abuse, and mislead.
Obstructing further growth
By adhering to flawed practices,
Stonewalling new perspectives,
The officials stand firm
Immovable and steadfast.
No confessions or repentance,
Admittance to causing their mess,
The corporate parties plot instead
Everywhere and all the time.
Them and MeThey say impossibleThem and Me6 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I told them, possible.
They called me, insane
I told them, methane.
They stopped me dead
but I'm already ahead.
They slowed me down
I moved to a new town.
They wouldn't listen
It's what They are missing.
when they wouldn't stop talking
I began to start walking
taxedtaxed at worktaxed6 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
taxed at play
taxed all night
taxed every day
taxed when I'm up
taxed when I'm down
taxed when I smile
taxed when I frown
taxed when I'm rich
taxed when I'm broke
taxed if I drink
taxed if I smoke
taxed to enter
taxed to exit
taxed when it breaks
taxed to fix it
taxed wide awake
taxed deep asleep
taxed to cross the bridge
taxed if I leap
He SavedIs he saved, he saved by He?He Saved6 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Is he saved as saved can be?
Is he free from fear and doubt?
Free to live what life's about?
Is he free from evil and sin,
Now he's let the good guy in?
As painlessly, away are cast
All ill deeds from his past?
Replaced with holy guiding light,
Out of mind is out of sight.
A new man, born again is he,
A cleared account, can't you see?
Absolved of all his lesser side,
Full half himself he has denied,
And not the half that smiles and gives,
Be assured, both sides live.
But a sin known
Is a sin ungrown
And to blindly reject
Leaves vice unchecked.
Life's a long-term balance book,
So be honest, take a look.
Your life is yours, it's always been,
Keep it close, foul or clean.
And if you want to shift it up,
Once a while, dollar the cup.
Do some good for those in need,
To be a good soul, just do good deeds.
Fight the evil, if it makes you glad,
Or just outnumber, good over bad.
But never ever think it right,
To simply cast it to the night,
And say "I'm sorry, set m
OrderManiacal Maelstrom leeching SocietyOrder1 week ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Festering Mayhem, spawn of the lazy Nation.
Archaic Laws dictating modern Anomalies
Pure truth, evil, pristine, void of Reason.
Deriving ideas, death of Logic.
A dirge played
By children dethroning Kings
Masking literary creations, borderline
All but none, ordered Disarray
Defines this grotesque Abstract
Billionar (Czech Poem)BilionářBillionar (Czech Poem)1 week ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Stařec, mezi stromy křičí, třímá snář
Na kompasu ručka sebou seká
Zrcadlo, obraz života, sprostý lhář
Smutek, růžové brýle z očí smeká
V tržnici, na náměstí, teď prodávají tvář
Vedle rezavé cely kde postel je vždy měkká
Na podlaze, v křečích, leží obrazů žhář
V rukou ho pálí rozhodnutí velká
Místnost, tak chladná, uhasíná světla zář
A krev v žilách začíná být suchá
V rukou křehkých, pocity, nasáklý diář
Však slova v něm tak bezvýznamně hluchá
Kompas na zem upadá, rozlitý kalamář
Jak zrcadlo osobnosti náhle puká
Tvář, za sklem, na které straně
Iron Rose (Czech Poem)Železná RůžeIron Rose (Czech Poem)1 week ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
V bílé noci měsíce jež hvězdy poseté má střevíce
shlížím z oblak dolů na zem
na železnou růži mezi davem
Ať jsi ten kdo sýpá hladem
nebo právě kypíš blahem
zastav čas a přemýšlej
krásu růže v nitru přivítej
Však roste v zemi stále
a lidé jen chodí dále
podceňující moc, krásy malé
meče ostré i ženy něžné
hlavy zlaté i nohy chudé
mistři učení i snílci bláhový
všichni praví, lidé - jsou už takový
však dítě, to předsudky nezná
to osloví, jen krása němá
kráčí davem, očky hledá
usmívá se, růži zvedá
její železná vůně roz
Human Mirrors (Czech poem)Lidská ZrcadlaHuman Mirrors (Czech poem)1 week ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Ruce - a nohy
a pod listím - hroby
z nebes - prší mdloby,
však v pouhém odrazu doby.
Kde se slina Země rozlévala,
dnes hnízdi supi hladoví.
kde kvítka zemi posévala,
tam draci z kovu pásoví.
Kam zmizelo jen teplo lidské duše?
snad vylilo se ven do ledové pouště?
hřeby v rukou, ale tasíme meče
a s modlitbou se k bohu lži ozývají tiše
Mezitím pod mraky sochy,
do stínu sedají mouchy,
jejichž křídla zakryla
i ten poslední kus plochy.
Tak pojď člověče, k zrcadlu blíž
Jsi sám sobě obrazem, o kterém sníš?
Freedom, Anarchy, and PoliticsDie young,Freedom, Anarchy, and Politics2 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Cause we're living high strung,
As we breathe these words from our lungs,
And regretting what we said from our tongues,
But we have this time to waste,
And a taste,
Of bitterness and spite,
Making us the scourge of the night,
Cause after the lights go out the filth runs free,
Take a walk after midnight to see,
The drugs and violence of the underside,
Between reality and sickness around,
As we walk on tainted ground,
So as I write these words in graffiti,
It's an unsigned treaty,
Being tossed in the flames,
These callas games,
Of cat and mouse,
Living under this hell house,
That we call a government standing,
As they're demanding,
Our hard earned dollars,
While they loosen their collar,
Glutinous pigs writhing in their false wealth,
As we struggle with bad health,
They poisoned our society with lies,
So see trough the disguise,
Terminate this cancer,
And perhaps then we shall find our answer,
Hidden in the desk of the presidential dictator,
The sole instigator,
PantoumHe was a hard and bitter boyPantoum2 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
with a temper as hot as fire.
It was like he held no joy.
Just a bitter, dark desire.
He had a temper as hot as fire.
You could see it in his eyes.
A bitter, dark desire
in his beautiful deep blue eyes.
You could see the fire in his eyes
He wanted his tormentor to be slain
Such beautiful deep blue eyes.
He just couldn’t keep it contained.
He wanted his tormentor to be slain,
so he let out the monster inside him.
He just couldn’t keep it contained.
His tormentor was dead by mornin’
He let out the monster inside him.
It was the monster that held no joy.
His tormentor was dead by mornin’
Now he’s no longer a hard and bitter boy.
Troubles with RhymingI don’t do rhymeTroubles with Rhyming2 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I don’t like the lines
or their sound
In my head
I would rather be free
to do what I please
Unique are We?I pride myself in my unique eyesUnique are We?2 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
My unique ways
My unique lies
I pride myself in my unique youth
My unique heart
My unique truth
I pride myself in my unique glee
The unique people
All unique like me.
013. ConsequenceWhat you have done to her cannot be013. Consequence2 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Forgiven; forever you'll burn
In the hell you thought that she'd
Burn in eternally
Can't you see that you
Only hurt the
One you thought
Manhunters On The LooseManhunters on the loose, be aware, be awareManhunters On The Loose2 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Manhunters on the loose, be aware
Manhunters on the loose, with lies meant to seduce
Loud squallers of half truth meant to scare, meant to scare
Loud squallers of half truths meant to scare.
We have to fight against them, so you cry, so you cry
We have to fight against them, so you cry
We have to fight against them, other humans you condemn
They are diff'rent, they're not us, they are wry, they are wry
They are diff'rent, they're not us, they are wry.
Manhunters in the streets, with their prey, with their prey
Manhunters in the streets with their prey
Manhunters in the streets dancing to the war drum's beat
(A) spider's smile for each fly they've led astray, led astray
(A) spider's smile for each fly they've led astray.
These manhunters I do see are not new, are not new
These manhunters I do see are not new.
These manhunters I do see, remind me of '33
Ghosts of a past that we should not redo, not redo
Ghosts of a past that we should not redo.
Italian SonnetThy iniquity spawns from cattleItalian Sonnet2 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Within thine golden gut
The gluttony of an idle mutt
Result of bountiful bloody battle
When scarcity death means pity prattle.
Thy pasteurized blocks are neatly cut
And served on silver to please King Tut
Basking in cream on throne of a saddle
For worthless purpose of smell and taste
Thou hast succored to an animal's utter
Thy milk and bagel with creamy paste
And thy bar of butter to slide into
Thine stomach as it smiles with face
And then pour the rest down that bubbly gutter.
dessalines at vertieresdessalines at vertieres2 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
our meanings come from choices handed down
by those who built the towers and raised the sky
the folk who farmed the fields and filled the town
who'd made the horrid trip and did not die
their long hope was back to lost home to fly
but all the horrors made their footsteps slow
while home was lost in the far eastern glow
they had their duties and their constant care
and all the many pains we cannot know
all changed with dessalines at vertières
so much depends upon a simple frown
a gesture or a winking of the eye
to make disaster or to grant renown
turn all our wishes into one great lie
or send us each to the last great good-bye
by means of one most massive mortal blow
that bursts the normal cheery human flow
and sends us hurtling to the upper air
until that moment all had seemed too slow
all changed with dessalines at vertières
the human is a move from verb to noun
a chance to prove that we can best rely
upon the one who could not play the clown
but was the stal
Making a differenceAnother coin hits the beggars' hatMaking a difference3 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Wishing her donor the world's best
'Bless 'ya, love! In your warm, comfy bed
Benign night when we all find our rest.'
Eleanor Rigby walks through the crowd
Are we not just as human as her?
Nobody's caring, her head is bowed
Has it grown common to not make a stir?
Tell me, do you feel the urge to atone
Throughout your generous hypocrisy
When you ignore all who are sad and alone?
Thou shall not turn a blind eye any longer
Have a heart for the weakest amongst us
Though shall give plenty and thus make the poor stronger.
This Is My StanceThis is my stanceThis Is My Stance3 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
at the precipice of hate
To feel the power of a glance
and hope love over irate.
This is my stance
against those who stand
upon those who can't.
My final hand
is my last swan dance