Poetry competition CLOSED 12th May 2013 4:40pm
WINNER
Ant1-Her0-Project (Travis)
Ant1-Her0-Project (Travis)
RUNNER-UP:
RedHot_Peppers
Your Ideal
Anonymous
Neo N.W.O.
Declare the earth-open and free
erase all borders, unite humanity
kill all the bigots, spread evenly the wealth
ensure easy access to food, shelter, and health care
restore tribalism, start with family units
provided with sustainable resources
education and heritage
halt factory production
restore trades, crafts, and art
trading and bartering-
let's revive that!
Plant hemp and grow our own food
raise our consciousness and crops
restore the life in living
work to live
not live to work
coexist with animals
remember we are too
clear the skies
the roads, filth
live within nature
stop trying to change it
rearrange it
what we need
the earth provides
at the rate we are going
there'll be no place left
to reside
Next time he spits on the pavement
I want to see his saliva
open up a hole in the ground
that his rediculous swagger
bounces him straight in to,
and whilst his mate shouts
'What tha fuck you lookin' at'
I want anyone and everyone
to punch him in the throat
whilst the courts applaud.
Then I'll wake up in world
where 60% of a fourty week
gives you somewhere to live
and the other 40% keeps you alive,
and i mean ALIVE.
Not fed and watered,
but experienced.
I want to see his saliva
open up a hole in the ground
that his rediculous swagger
bounces him straight in to,
and whilst his mate shouts
'What tha fuck you lookin' at'
I want anyone and everyone
to punch him in the throat
whilst the courts applaud.
Then I'll wake up in world
where 60% of a fourty week
gives you somewhere to live
and the other 40% keeps you alive,
and i mean ALIVE.
Not fed and watered,
but experienced.
Ideally...
Of course ideally…
I would love it if…
We all respect one another
No hurtful words
No boorishness
We all don’t go to war and kill
For power
Or just because
We should not steal from others
But give
And forgive
We should see beyond our skin colour
Not see brown
Or black or white
We should live in perfect harmony
No logging
No mining
Just live off, on and with nature
Ideally….
But of course everyone disagree
about the meaning of perfection.
Of course ideally…
I would love it if…
We all respect one another
No hurtful words
No boorishness
We all don’t go to war and kill
For power
Or just because
We should not steal from others
But give
And forgive
We should see beyond our skin colour
Not see brown
Or black or white
We should live in perfect harmony
No logging
No mining
Just live off, on and with nature
Ideally….
But of course everyone disagree
about the meaning of perfection.
It's all burst forth before. "TomAtoe/tomatoe"
emphasizing graphics of ungrippable mass.
Red, wet and slippery will always be
architecture of squish.
Breaking new ground holds
its dark wondrous tunnels
pushing out some plotted
floating in constipated sunlight
tired of being pooled
in watery yellow. This rain
screams another draft though.
"I am nothing like waste!"
Allow me to graft a cloud of worms;
lowly looking, yet glistening
on diuretic days as well.
Breaking down, slow-soft
into an assemblage fertilizing
beautifully those piles
of soiled use, misuse, abuse;
(TomAtoe/tomatoe)
smeared depths of topical spatter
where we creatures move
about slowly, knowing there is growth
in all this muck, and mire.
emphasizing graphics of ungrippable mass.
Red, wet and slippery will always be
architecture of squish.
Breaking new ground holds
its dark wondrous tunnels
pushing out some plotted
floating in constipated sunlight
tired of being pooled
in watery yellow. This rain
screams another draft though.
"I am nothing like waste!"
Allow me to graft a cloud of worms;
lowly looking, yet glistening
on diuretic days as well.
Breaking down, slow-soft
into an assemblage fertilizing
beautifully those piles
of soiled use, misuse, abuse;
(TomAtoe/tomatoe)
smeared depths of topical spatter
where we creatures move
about slowly, knowing there is growth
in all this muck, and mire.
Anonymous
HOW I WILL CHANGE THE WORLD
I think that religions cause too much hatred. So I will permit the belief in GD, but no religions. Next I will have scientists mix the races, now that we know the human genome, so we are all the same colour. No religion, no colour...no fighting? Not sure....will eliminate any psychopathic, predatory, hostile genes and raise all babies in a kind environment. Will this get rid of hate and violence? Still not sure as mutations take place every day. Poverty will be eliminated and all will have food, clothing and shelter which all must make themselves. There will be no money only bartering. This will get rid of the banking system which has destroyed us with it's greed. Perfect yet? Not sure. All weapons will be illegal. No weapons of mass destruction and no National Rifle Association. Now will we all get along? I doubt it...look at families with the same genetic and environmental backgrounds? Remember the Hatfields and the McCoys? We will have to have the KIND POLICE FORCE (KPF) who do not use weapons, but merely tranquilizing guns. Those failing to be kind and thoughtful and generous will have to go to an Island and be kept away from the rest of the population. It will be called Austrophilia named for it's beauty and its beaches and its schools and it's success at rehabilitation.
the pope cut himself while he was shaving
no one behind him to remind
you are just a man
he already swares
he has nothing to do with the cracks in the pavement
he loves the new crib
and all the nazi like praise
even if it does'nt pay as well as he'd like
they still wash he feet
and nobody says a damn thing when he smokes
i would like to apply for this position
i'm not sure if being a believer
is a requisite
no one behind him to remind
you are just a man
he already swares
he has nothing to do with the cracks in the pavement
he loves the new crib
and all the nazi like praise
even if it does'nt pay as well as he'd like
they still wash he feet
and nobody says a damn thing when he smokes
i would like to apply for this position
i'm not sure if being a believer
is a requisite
The Power of Perception over Perceived Power
We’re used to being soldiers.. Now our shoulders are
More chipped than chiseled, and our heart needs a refill
The war split from civil as I start to bleed free will..
Sift through these arteries, a part of me dreams still
Hard to speak, our disease is bargaining cheap thrills
You can capture pictures.. I captivate imagination
You just practice scripture while the passive traits attack a nation
Get them acclimated.. That’s a lame exaggeration
Facts aren’t as fascinating as the latest adaptation
Truth is, there is none.. Certain of uncertainty
Encircling the church.. Shoe fits, their wisdom..?
Is surfacing as perjury in service to the Earth..
Furthering the serpentine, merciless and worsening
With urgency to work.. First to see the influence
Misuse, and the damage done.. Ripped through
To give you living proof of the planet, judged..
Knowing is contradictory to faith, so we don’t know anything
In the emptiness of space.. Perspective is everything
In the destiny we face, but our legacy is so menacing
We’ve never reached its place.. Perception.. Is reality
Unless it’s out of callousness, the best depicts a fallacy
Deception is a talent if it’s ending in fatality
“Objection”; “I’ll allow it”.. The rest of it’s invalid.. See?
We make our beliefs the truth..
But we couldn't find it in church; they're too primitive and dangerous
The truth was in the art, the most descriptive of its languages
In it, we'll find the answers.. Hidden in the anguish it languished in
Limited.. Complacent.. Fitted with the chains we encased it in
Faceless, indiscriminate.. Witnesses take it to the grave with 'em
Or it's weaponized.. Live with, or let die
Our desensitized eyes have visions of red skies
But a gentrified society's given a Best Buy, so we'll let it slide..
Definitive end-times for the modern-day citizen
Living the west lie on the back of eastern resources..
Detour through the back streets as fascists speak of recourse
Pacifists keeping score, and these activists need to lead more this..
City's ridiculous.. Witty and meticulous; gritty, or inconspicuous
A puppet CAN be president if he's.. Pretty articulate..
That's relevant.. The felon's attempt at villainy
But I could never pander to your delicate sensibilities
To Hell with it.. It's killing me; the malevolence.. And the filigree
The truth is they're useless, lacking intelligence.. And ability..
He's bleeding for the cause and in return, we planned our exodus
'Cause we can believe in God, just not the person standing next to us..
Copyright © 2013 Travis J Gibbs, The Ant1-Her0 Project
We’re used to being soldiers.. Now our shoulders are
More chipped than chiseled, and our heart needs a refill
The war split from civil as I start to bleed free will..
Sift through these arteries, a part of me dreams still
Hard to speak, our disease is bargaining cheap thrills
You can capture pictures.. I captivate imagination
You just practice scripture while the passive traits attack a nation
Get them acclimated.. That’s a lame exaggeration
Facts aren’t as fascinating as the latest adaptation
Truth is, there is none.. Certain of uncertainty
Encircling the church.. Shoe fits, their wisdom..?
Is surfacing as perjury in service to the Earth..
Furthering the serpentine, merciless and worsening
With urgency to work.. First to see the influence
Misuse, and the damage done.. Ripped through
To give you living proof of the planet, judged..
Knowing is contradictory to faith, so we don’t know anything
In the emptiness of space.. Perspective is everything
In the destiny we face, but our legacy is so menacing
We’ve never reached its place.. Perception.. Is reality
Unless it’s out of callousness, the best depicts a fallacy
Deception is a talent if it’s ending in fatality
“Objection”; “I’ll allow it”.. The rest of it’s invalid.. See?
We make our beliefs the truth..
But we couldn't find it in church; they're too primitive and dangerous
The truth was in the art, the most descriptive of its languages
In it, we'll find the answers.. Hidden in the anguish it languished in
Limited.. Complacent.. Fitted with the chains we encased it in
Faceless, indiscriminate.. Witnesses take it to the grave with 'em
Or it's weaponized.. Live with, or let die
Our desensitized eyes have visions of red skies
But a gentrified society's given a Best Buy, so we'll let it slide..
Definitive end-times for the modern-day citizen
Living the west lie on the back of eastern resources..
Detour through the back streets as fascists speak of recourse
Pacifists keeping score, and these activists need to lead more this..
City's ridiculous.. Witty and meticulous; gritty, or inconspicuous
A puppet CAN be president if he's.. Pretty articulate..
That's relevant.. The felon's attempt at villainy
But I could never pander to your delicate sensibilities
To Hell with it.. It's killing me; the malevolence.. And the filigree
The truth is they're useless, lacking intelligence.. And ability..
He's bleeding for the cause and in return, we planned our exodus
'Cause we can believe in God, just not the person standing next to us..
Copyright © 2013 Travis J Gibbs, The Ant1-Her0 Project
How things can change to suite MY ‘right’ in society??? oO
If at all possible of this not sounding strange..
..be it my will this present state remain the same..
Hmmm..
maybe that was worded wrong..
..i say let I be what it is..
For one may wish to change the direction of a storm..
But is it better that it tear down the neighbors picket fence?
If I asked for peace would it squelch one’s grief….when tragedy knocks on the door?
..would not said peace with such grief be numbing and stump that one’s potential growth?
………not saying that I know……….it’s just a question..
Could one truly know pleasure…without having known the taste of pain?
What is life if it’s not to be conditioned by each of the four seasons?
Should I ask that the sun shine bright every day just for me?..
..if this fondest wish of mine were to come true..
would crops still grow on a farm..of which prevents me and my family from starving?
..what could I ask to change that will not have an adverse affect???
We have heard this before.. the rich and the poor..
…okay lets reset the game..and even the score…
***DAMN***
… wish I could see this as harmony like so many others…
…and fall love with the feeling before reality steps in..
…for we each are unique.. as is life..
Rich. Poor matters not….
…one inclined to make poor decisions will again dig a deep whole
…one with focus and determination will again be worth one’s weight in gold
These words and scenarios are trivial..common place.. nothing new under the sun..
How things can change to suite MY ‘right’ in society??? oO
……will be on display through the ink of my Pen and passion of my Spirit’s Tribal Drum....
…I and my follow Brother and Sister poets steering clear of the controls of brain dead media…
…as I see it
..we are the freest birds when in flight..
..where there is dark let us with skill cast the brightest of lights..
..we are not of the controlled like music. tv and radio..
..speak bold!..trust in the Lord..or yourself if that be your preferred choice..
..can’t pretend to have the answer.. I simply believe in what and who we are…
EACH ONE. REACH ONE. TEACH ONE.
***allow your light to shine near and far***
8^/ RH Peppers
If at all possible of this not sounding strange..
..be it my will this present state remain the same..
Hmmm..
maybe that was worded wrong..
..i say let I be what it is..
For one may wish to change the direction of a storm..
But is it better that it tear down the neighbors picket fence?
If I asked for peace would it squelch one’s grief….when tragedy knocks on the door?
..would not said peace with such grief be numbing and stump that one’s potential growth?
………not saying that I know……….it’s just a question..
Could one truly know pleasure…without having known the taste of pain?
What is life if it’s not to be conditioned by each of the four seasons?
Should I ask that the sun shine bright every day just for me?..
..if this fondest wish of mine were to come true..
would crops still grow on a farm..of which prevents me and my family from starving?
..what could I ask to change that will not have an adverse affect???
We have heard this before.. the rich and the poor..
…okay lets reset the game..and even the score…
***DAMN***
… wish I could see this as harmony like so many others…
…and fall love with the feeling before reality steps in..
…for we each are unique.. as is life..
Rich. Poor matters not….
…one inclined to make poor decisions will again dig a deep whole
…one with focus and determination will again be worth one’s weight in gold
These words and scenarios are trivial..common place.. nothing new under the sun..
How things can change to suite MY ‘right’ in society??? oO
……will be on display through the ink of my Pen and passion of my Spirit’s Tribal Drum....
…I and my follow Brother and Sister poets steering clear of the controls of brain dead media…
…as I see it
..we are the freest birds when in flight..
..where there is dark let us with skill cast the brightest of lights..
..we are not of the controlled like music. tv and radio..
..speak bold!..trust in the Lord..or yourself if that be your preferred choice..
..can’t pretend to have the answer.. I simply believe in what and who we are…
EACH ONE. REACH ONE. TEACH ONE.
***allow your light to shine near and far***
8^/ RH Peppers
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Humanity !
We both breathe in the same breeze,
But we are supposed to be different.
The rose smells sweet to you and me,
But the society forbids us telling it to anybody.
We look at the same morning sun,
Birds singing gives us joy,
The twinkling stars in the night sky
Both of us sit in the same bench,
Searching for beloveds we lost
In the same blue sky.
But we never held our hands together.
We try to build separate houses
Even when we cant help sleeping under
the same roof.
We smile when we are happy and cry when
we are sad,
The blood that runs in our veins are red
And the ultimate desire of our heart is
peace and joy.
Still you fight with me,
And I try to kill you,
You slang me
Calling me a strange name,
"Hindu !"
And I call you even when I musn't
"Muslim !"
Why do we hate each other?
Because we call the same God by names different?
Or is it because of the different colours we wear?
But remember my friend,
Whether you call Mohammad, or you trust Jesus,
Whether you follow Vishnu, or believe in Buddha,
The things they have taught us is just one !
There is a Mother of every faith we follow,
And if we must reach divinity,
One religion there must be - Humanity !
Humanity !
We both breathe in the same breeze,
But we are supposed to be different.
The rose smells sweet to you and me,
But the society forbids us telling it to anybody.
We look at the same morning sun,
Birds singing gives us joy,
The twinkling stars in the night sky
Both of us sit in the same bench,
Searching for beloveds we lost
In the same blue sky.
But we never held our hands together.
We try to build separate houses
Even when we cant help sleeping under
the same roof.
We smile when we are happy and cry when
we are sad,
The blood that runs in our veins are red
And the ultimate desire of our heart is
peace and joy.
Still you fight with me,
And I try to kill you,
You slang me
Calling me a strange name,
"Hindu !"
And I call you even when I musn't
"Muslim !"
Why do we hate each other?
Because we call the same God by names different?
Or is it because of the different colours we wear?
But remember my friend,
Whether you call Mohammad, or you trust Jesus,
Whether you follow Vishnu, or believe in Buddha,
The things they have taught us is just one !
There is a Mother of every faith we follow,
And if we must reach divinity,
One religion there must be - Humanity !
