Whispers Down BelowThe silent voices only grow,Whispers Down Below1 day ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
the dispossessed and their silent screams,
hark, there are whispers down below.
Fat men upstairs, they move so slow,
are stomping elephants, it seems,
while silent voices only grow...
Just up they look, and up they go,
possessing worlds and stars in dreams,
but there are whispers down below.
Their progress and prosperity to show,
whipped to a lather are their teams,
and silent voices only grow...
Gold and riches, bling and blow,
that's all that matters, so it seems.
Yet there are whispers down below.
And all the time they do not know
that whispered words can turn to screams,
that silent voices only grow,
and that already, there are whispers down below.
Nationality -- sonnet #3As citizens defined by law we areNationality -- sonnet #31 day ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The members of our Nation; given rights
To make our lives the best so none can mar:
Ability to seek the Glory Heights.
Alas, we shan't absorb in endless greed!
Begone forever members who deny --
The Law doth dictate certain civic deed
Including lawful du'y; the People's Cry.
But in addition to dictation lain,
Include ye inside, Father's olden mores!
A worm enables soil to contain
Enough supplies to germinate the Moors.
For every soul has power to improve
The Life, the Goal, the Peace -- mankind's spirit, move.
Lifestyles of the Broke and Nameless.They look down at you from their pillars.Lifestyles of the Broke and Nameless.2 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Stone canopies full of the colorful and gilded.
“You can’t come up here, you’re not the right kind.”
“Stay on the ground, no sun for the wilted.”
They stand on you. They live so high.
On the broken backs of the working class.
Hold them up, work til you break for a shot.
To climb up too and sit on your ass.
We hold these truths to be self-evident,
But denied to those south of the canopy.
That all men are created equal,
And have the right to be happy.
Something is terribly wrong here.
Where the spoils go to the spoiled.
A lifetime spent on the ground,
A lifetime spent on the work toiled.
Never enough to get to school,
Never enough to afford to retire.
Barely enough to window shop.
Barely enough to even aspire.
From the pillars, they look down.
As the pillars break and the broken stand.
Since all men are created equal,
Let them join us here on the land.
Floor-Cleaners' Song (Translation of M Tsvetayeva)Floor-Cleaners' Song (Translation of M Tsvetayeva)2 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Ever-grubbing, ever-grumbling —
Red flaxen shirt
“All alike — no Bart from Barry —
I can’t tell you, folks, apart!”
“We will diddle the unwary,
We will have of you the start.”
Do you grudge us here?
Only waxers, we’re.
Treading flooren cloths,
We will zap the moths.
Go dance on woodblock!
Not a room has room enough —
Miss the choker of your granny?
It’s the cleaners lifting stuff.
We rub red-hot,
As like as not …
Parquet-scrubber easy does it:
Roll it over and across!
Reeling, glide at you, we dance it:
“Tip us nicely for the gloss!”
It’s no putty that we daubs
On your ashen-wooden floors —
It’s the bloody sweat we daubs
Over all your pretty floors.
We polish it hard!
No furniture’s barred!
Low as cinder, soft as cotton …
Tall ManTall ManTall Man4 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Look at you, standin’ up there
Tall man with ten-thousand eyes
Sure, you can see who I am
But I can see through your lies
You’d like to think you own me
That I’m just one of your toys
Well that ain't true, mark my words
‘Cause I won't fall for your ploys
You got all your toy soldiers
Marchin’ up and down in line
They dont scare me, not one bit
‘Cause I know this country’s mine
So think to yourself, tall man
What good are your little guns
Against one man with a voice
And not a reason to run?
For leo and the others unsung...Time again we made judgements trueFor leo and the others unsung...4 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
And blindfold the golden statue too..
The Fires of LiberationDistraught, his pain consumes his rageThe Fires of Liberation1 week ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
And the rain snuffs out the burning coal,
From which he sparked his very soul,
To attempt to free himself from this cage.
And still he will not turn the page
Until he understands it as a whole;
Condemned to imprisonment, he revokes his parole,
His rehabilitation he shall not engage.
Black wings atop the winds we fear
Whisper words of calm we do not heed
In the midst of us there shall appear
A most peculiar, rather well-worn seed;
As it buds, the surrounding air will sear,
Ignites the plant that sees us freed.
Black RoseFear not the coming of the black rose,Black Rose1 week ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Her kiss is soft and her strike quick,
Ensaring you with her gentle trick
And your vulnerabiltites she will expose.
As the peace within you grows,
Calm takes hold, your eyelids are thick;
It's now too late to realize you are sick
Of the numb, the passive, and of this doze.
Your struggle pulls you deeper inside
The darkness swirls and takes hold;
You slowly understand that she lied,
That what was once warm is nowadays cold.
Your misconceptions of the truth do not hide
Why fairytales are no longer told.
All The Reasons Why NotIf we were young,All The Reasons Why Not2 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
And the truth was always on your tongue,
These pleasures I could have,
To live with you, and be your love.
When the world grows old,
And time makes us cold,
And the nightingale speaks none,
We dream of worries to come.
The paint fades, this old house wears
Of the cold we become aware,
Honey tongue, bitter heart,
We fancy spring, but it no longer takes part.
Your dresses, your shoes, your bouquets of roses,
Your hat, your coat, and your heart closes,
Soon we break, we wither, we forget:
The light retreats, and our souls sink in debt.
Your riches, your pearls,
Your diamonds, your curls,
With these things I can’t be moved,
By you I can’t be loved.
But if we stayed in love,
And we couldn’t bleed,
If joy we breathed,
Then my love you might have.
26Any262 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Fancy scrawls upon a
Gigantic wall of
Heights eleven inches up.
In the city,
Jailbirds paint their
Murals of the urban jungle -
Rending of the heart and
Soul in the
Urban art, revealing
Victims of street
Zealously defending lives.
Space Age PoliticianI am the space age politician,Space Age Politician2 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Your augmented and perfected representative in council.
My lack of spine is due only to post-social engineering,
My second face a product of gestational pollution.
I cannot lie, for I know what is best.
My head a nest of chips and wires.
My views are those of my constituents,
Uploaded and assigned to an importance by majority.
Society will be crushed and processed under my regime,
The wasteful gangue rejected as I sift away the ore.
There are brighter stars and better futures yet,
And only I possess the fuel to reach them.
I am the space age politician,
And your opinion will be noted.
Mobile Trinkets (Lang--Ru)* * * *Mobile Trinkets (Lang--Ru)2 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Мобильные экранчики, мобильные экранчики;
Уткнувшись, люди ходят, в мобильные экранчики,
А рядом ветер ветреный задорно машет ветками,
Но людям не до этого; они — глаз&
The IndustryI Stole a dream and gave it to my neighbour.The Industry2 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I sung it for my mother to try and gain favor
Nothing came out
Nothing at all
Because it wasn’t my voice
It was an order too tall
And order too high
I can’t reach the sky
When I’m off swooping low to steal from the minds
Of all the lost children finding a way
Figuring out if they really want to stay
Their voices so small not to be heard at all
So the older ones took them just for their brains
so that new things would always be coming their way
Insolence and InsurrectionThe names of our fragrances,Insolence and Insurrection2 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Yes, these are our choices.
We're known for taking chances,
Raising flags as well as voices.
The disobedient and the rebel,
Insolence and insurrection meet.
Add in pheromones to the spell.
Not so subtle but still quite sweet.
For I'm the long lost flower child,
Don't give me rules to obey.
I live in color, my wind is wild.
No black, white, or shades of grey.
And you, my love, are the rebel.
With your big heart and valiant cause.
You're not trying to cause trouble.
You fight injustice without pause.
So here we merge together now,
Forget the norms and rigid barriers.
We unite our hearts and take a bow,
For love and fairness, we are carriers.
©2014 Carol Gregoire
We, Goliath.Idea spawned in back roomWe, Goliath.2 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Unseeable fog fills
A daemon is invoked
David turns Goliath
Goliath becomes weak
It has been made oblique
For the gold to be found
And it will fit nicely
On top the holy crown
Narcissist with paper
Loaded in blessed gun
"It’s time to have some fun!"
Standing on the fault line
Strong tremors of power
Earthquake seems to splurt out
One obstructing tower
SCHOOL LIFEWhat began with tearsSCHOOL LIFE2 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Ends with the same over the years
Timisoara culiselorce-ți doresc eu țieTimisoara culiselor2 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
din Banat să-mi dispari
cu gloata-ți de tâlhari!
nu vezi decât tineret fugit de la părinți
doar culisele au rămas
mă opresc în tren niște maice
să mă sărute pe mâini
în sacoșe niscai brânză de oaie
de-oi fi un popă negru
trăind din mizeria sufletelor
și doar bătrânele-mi aruncă
ochi dulci căci sunt trecut
sau păstrat ca un vin bun
dintr-un alt timp revoltător
bietul Tolstoi n-ar mai trăi
lângă muierușca tânără
neavând pentru mintea lui
nici o privire sinceră
iar pensionarii dispăruți din parcuri
nu mai joc șah dupămasa
după măsa cu orașul ciorilor!
răsun imnuri noi de țară
fără bătrâni muriți de foame
Who Changed America?once blood sweat and tears held her seamsWho Changed America?3 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
it was called the American dream
but the fabric has frayed
and the policies swayed
now it's all just politicle schemes
En ce jadis renouvele des revesEn ce jadis renouvelé des rêves.En ce jadis renouvele des reves3 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Sarajevo, aussi, c’était les jeux.
Ces jours-là vous fêtiez tous ces sportifs
Sous le ciel heureux où tant d’éclats brillent.
Aux jours d’après, neigeaient en négatif
Des étoiles aux fronts des enfants-filles.
Craignez aussi qu’il ne neige chez-vous!
Toute l’humanité est en dérive
Dans l’odeur de tout ce sang qui l’enivre.
La folie crucifie les innocents
En aperçu des enfers décadents.
L’absurdité ronge qui le nourrit.
Aux murs, tout ce sang n’est plus que ce cri
Qui hurle dedans des orbites vides.
La marée déroule en la mort ses rides.
Nous buvions, amusés, sur nos écrans
Un corps démembré glaçant le silence.
Le temps de l’histoire est une béance
Où les damnés s’en vont se consacrant.
Sotchi dans la grisaille d
And In Those DaysThe neo ancien regimeAnd In Those Days3 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
plutocrats sipping their cream
not even pretending.
Somehow, we the average are less deserving
and the poor, dirty, craving
aren't even human.
Yes, it looks like the Book of Revelation -
Those who hold to that creation
mimicking the role of Beast.
Woe, woe, woe
into the abyss we will go
The Dream Has FlownKilling at the crack of dawnThe Dream Has Flown3 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Leaving behind forlorn sons
Kill and die to become one
And hide behind these glamoured guns
Shells and bombs of many tons
Dropping as the mother runs
Desperately to safety
Synthetic minds from books are cloned
Under white board's screech and moans
Another kid preached to and groans
At teachers underpaid, and loans
Are trapping them, their minds are blown
Against the wall in crimson tones
A funeral service done hasty
Cannons fired, bodies fell
As many young men bid farewell
As they are prepared to sail
To do all that their generals tell
"Or else", they say, "you'll burn in Hell"
Just for daring to rebel
Logic here holds no power
Tiles laid of brick and stone
The squares have been transformed to bone
Admitting that the dream has flown
Like semis over traffic cones
These sunsets in your mind alone
The flesh wounds still remain unsewn
Gaping open by the hour
Muscle men and artisans
Both fight against the partisans
To translate rhymes the heart is in
And then to