Poetry competition CLOSED 28th February 2017 9:39am
WINNER
wallyroo92
wallyroo92
RUNNERS-UP:
Jade-Pandora
and Hepcat61
Fight The Power
VIDEO: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=geSYW5ddu7k
"Compassion Fatigue"
It's funny how breathing can seem immoral —
Running from our reason, what's seen is perceived as normal,
it's deceiving…but demons just seem immortal
when you're bleeding, and your reaching for reasons to keep it cordial
leads to beatings... All meaning gets lost,
when you've lost all reason for believing at all…
The cost of us dreaming, if we're sleeping at all,
to keep following these leaders as we scream at the walls,
while never leaving — seemingly beside ourselves;
Need to keep some fleeting peace, increasingly declining health…
Time would tell, but they annihilated speech, freely —
Violated peace treaties; greedy's redefining wealth,
and isolating's cheap and easy, keeping me from finding help...
I understand, but understand, I'm just explaining things —
Plundering the Motherland was the stance of reigning kings...
Iron fist in velvet glove, by itself, is selfless love;
pious like a scientist, who's hiding from its Hell above...
Fuck its other plans, and all the underhanded change it brings!
…European Imperialism —
And Church's worth, really being materialism,
is working on a series of mysterious visions,
for the purpose of it steering an experience given —
Clearly conditioning our thought processes that are nearly forbidden…
Cognitive dissonance, a God and his witnesses —
merely a prison for any conscious initiatives;
A system and its opposition, nearing collision…
And when they do, I bet the "dearly forgiven"
beget a silence engineered to be endearing decision —
Total compliance to an irreparable regime,
and they deem respectable — these inflexible gods,
but we infinitesimal, against immeasurable odds,
will take an oath of defiance and disassemble the machine!
God is impressive as an intellectual property,
but often a lesson in ineffectual novelty —
Conscious, objective, and reprehensible solvencies
that softened the "blessings” of an indispensable poverty...
…it’s a self-fulfilling prophecy.
Torture, lies, and seething hatred; corporate ties who keep it sacred —
Born to die a screaming vagrant fortifying greedy nations!
…Moralizing normalized deviation,
Organizing war in lines, sorting time and being patient —
Actually made it sound like an economic concept,
though gradually breaking down like a metabolic process
that rarely renders energy...where it's really necessary;
Never-ending legacies...barely being legendary —
Type of business-thinking that we’ve globally romanced!
Brokering sold land to smoldering flame —
Socially programmed for shouldering shame,
and all the while this ship was sinking, we just woefully slow-danced —
Yearning warm embraces while we cope with these cold hands,
so notably drained... I am not insensitive —
Rather, I’m so sensitive, my senses are raw,
like I was gathered from the wreckage of a beckoning cause...
Beaten to submission by some reckoning law,
yet I still cling to my conviction like it remedies all —
until it changes everything…if any at all.
Copyright © 2016 Travis J Gibbs, The Ant1-Her0 Project
"Compassion Fatigue"
It's funny how breathing can seem immoral —
Running from our reason, what's seen is perceived as normal,
it's deceiving…but demons just seem immortal
when you're bleeding, and your reaching for reasons to keep it cordial
leads to beatings... All meaning gets lost,
when you've lost all reason for believing at all…
The cost of us dreaming, if we're sleeping at all,
to keep following these leaders as we scream at the walls,
while never leaving — seemingly beside ourselves;
Need to keep some fleeting peace, increasingly declining health…
Time would tell, but they annihilated speech, freely —
Violated peace treaties; greedy's redefining wealth,
and isolating's cheap and easy, keeping me from finding help...
I understand, but understand, I'm just explaining things —
Plundering the Motherland was the stance of reigning kings...
Iron fist in velvet glove, by itself, is selfless love;
pious like a scientist, who's hiding from its Hell above...
Fuck its other plans, and all the underhanded change it brings!
…European Imperialism —
And Church's worth, really being materialism,
is working on a series of mysterious visions,
for the purpose of it steering an experience given —
Clearly conditioning our thought processes that are nearly forbidden…
Cognitive dissonance, a God and his witnesses —
merely a prison for any conscious initiatives;
A system and its opposition, nearing collision…
And when they do, I bet the "dearly forgiven"
beget a silence engineered to be endearing decision —
Total compliance to an irreparable regime,
and they deem respectable — these inflexible gods,
but we infinitesimal, against immeasurable odds,
will take an oath of defiance and disassemble the machine!
God is impressive as an intellectual property,
but often a lesson in ineffectual novelty —
Conscious, objective, and reprehensible solvencies
that softened the "blessings” of an indispensable poverty...
…it’s a self-fulfilling prophecy.
Torture, lies, and seething hatred; corporate ties who keep it sacred —
Born to die a screaming vagrant fortifying greedy nations!
…Moralizing normalized deviation,
Organizing war in lines, sorting time and being patient —
Actually made it sound like an economic concept,
though gradually breaking down like a metabolic process
that rarely renders energy...where it's really necessary;
Never-ending legacies...barely being legendary —
Type of business-thinking that we’ve globally romanced!
Brokering sold land to smoldering flame —
Socially programmed for shouldering shame,
and all the while this ship was sinking, we just woefully slow-danced —
Yearning warm embraces while we cope with these cold hands,
so notably drained... I am not insensitive —
Rather, I’m so sensitive, my senses are raw,
like I was gathered from the wreckage of a beckoning cause...
Beaten to submission by some reckoning law,
yet I still cling to my conviction like it remedies all —
until it changes everything…if any at all.
Copyright © 2016 Travis J Gibbs, The Ant1-Her0 Project
Vise
I am so sick of inability
To breath free with stability
Awareness everywhere and danger
I keep the mask of "normal" stranger
Always here to help to escape
From mine world to where all is same
What for to be a fake player?
For others, for yourself - betrayal
I grab those iron edges
That keep my destiny on stages
- What to do? - To live with them
- So never be happy? What's the sense?
- Forget on your own, calm down,
Do what you must or go to the ground
- But soul wants to fly so!
- It can't go there. Worst sin of all!
"Sin" those say who have seen
Truth only on sacred pages within
Where all so deep, not open
"But we read" they all have spoken
And no one knows how long it will get
For them to understand what it had said
How many people and when
Can get free from vise around them?
To breath free with stability
Awareness everywhere and danger
I keep the mask of "normal" stranger
Always here to help to escape
From mine world to where all is same
What for to be a fake player?
For others, for yourself - betrayal
I grab those iron edges
That keep my destiny on stages
- What to do? - To live with them
- So never be happy? What's the sense?
- Forget on your own, calm down,
Do what you must or go to the ground
- But soul wants to fly so!
- It can't go there. Worst sin of all!
"Sin" those say who have seen
Truth only on sacred pages within
Where all so deep, not open
"But we read" they all have spoken
And no one knows how long it will get
For them to understand what it had said
How many people and when
Can get free from vise around them?
Written by LanaW
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OMEN
You sit high on your horse listening, sneering, judging-everyting SHE hates
You climb down, chest puffed out
thumping-here am i, here sits he who captured-tamed, restrained SHE who claims NEVER to bow, to break, to bend-be contained
SHE (while you high-five, shuck-and-jive)is beginning to shake, to rock, to quake
SHE is nearing her breaking point boy don't you know?
SHE will smash the very jar in which you have so neatly tucked HER away
Oh my this is the wild child that sets fires to bridges-while standing, planted firmly in the middle laughing with maniacal glee-dancing with the fire to some unknown, unheard melody playing in HER chaotic, cluttered mind
Back up boy! Give her the room you said she could have to breathe! HER wings are dying the tips wilting
HER horns are growing-HER heart hardening
Are you blind man? Can you not see?
SHE is a horrible, destructive force of nature when pushed too far lad!
SHE always feels shame at the end-the aftermath
But HER fury during the cataclysmic happening-knows no limits-no bounds
A tsunami is coming!
You better take cover! Quick as lightening you'd better be running
You climb down, chest puffed out
thumping-here am i, here sits he who captured-tamed, restrained SHE who claims NEVER to bow, to break, to bend-be contained
SHE (while you high-five, shuck-and-jive)is beginning to shake, to rock, to quake
SHE is nearing her breaking point boy don't you know?
SHE will smash the very jar in which you have so neatly tucked HER away
Oh my this is the wild child that sets fires to bridges-while standing, planted firmly in the middle laughing with maniacal glee-dancing with the fire to some unknown, unheard melody playing in HER chaotic, cluttered mind
Back up boy! Give her the room you said she could have to breathe! HER wings are dying the tips wilting
HER horns are growing-HER heart hardening
Are you blind man? Can you not see?
SHE is a horrible, destructive force of nature when pushed too far lad!
SHE always feels shame at the end-the aftermath
But HER fury during the cataclysmic happening-knows no limits-no bounds
A tsunami is coming!
You better take cover! Quick as lightening you'd better be running
Written by Afroqn73
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Anonymous
UNIT CORE GOD UTERUS
Black Listed Thoughts in a little black book by poet Mike Meraz. . .I had a black listed thought that consisted of abortion and your right to bear arms but somewhere along the way my uterus got shot down, and sustained two bullets from an AZ political drive-by thuggette who wants to prosecute the women responsible for aborting an unwanted child as it might be considered “evidence tampering”. What kind of America are we living in when a woman has sex or is a victim of rape/incest and SHE becomes the criminal? Okay, bad question. Okay, I love my guns. I have a 12 gage double-barrel action-pump Magnum Express shotgun adored by the ATF; a Smith & Wesson 6 slug revolver; and a Semi-Automatic Springer double-shot handgun. Now I’m looking to buy a BAR 1918 as well as a Corner Shot rifle. . .all in the name to protect my Unit Core God Uterus. I have a daughter, and I weep for her future as I fear a pre-communist uterus country unfolding with her uterus being held captive by the Gyno-Government.
So I put together a list of things to do for your uterus before and after trying it out:
0. Paragraph A-Do abstain from sex. Paragraph B-This excludes nymphs.
1. Do keep your uterus clean and fetus free, see #0, Paragraph A.
2. Hang a “Do Not Enter” sign on your vagina.
3. Do not smile at the bartender as he may think you’re interested and spikes your drink.
4. Have a sit down between your uterus, your vagina, and the 33 Degrees Delegates and ask what their POV’s are on this political uterus/abortion war.
5. Have your tubes tied at the onset of your birth.
6. Build a prison inside your uterus for sperm-victs.
7. Talk to your great-grandmother, your true Ob-Gyn
8. Do not self-abort with hot water, that is so 1950’s or is it 60’s?
9. If you have to abort, take a high-ranking political rep and hold he/she hostage with extreme prejudice, then negotiate through a bullhorn, “Either the rep gets it or the fetus?”
All in all, I think women should be left to their own devices (and I don’t mean IUD’s, but speaking of IUD’s. . .): Pro-Choice, Pro-Life, Roe Vs. Wade, yadda, yadda, yadda. Sex, rape, incest should not even be an issue with abortion as this is America and should always be a right like a right to bear arms, and all that And Justice For All crap. Now back to the IUD. . .I need to have my IUD replaced! And I’m really hoping my Ob-Gyn doesn’t ask: Copper or plastic? ‘cause I just might answer: A Hysterectomy, please!
(my note: I may have strayed from poetic formation ... but Goddamn it! And this was ranted 'bout 4 years ago.)
Black Listed Thoughts in a little black book by poet Mike Meraz. . .I had a black listed thought that consisted of abortion and your right to bear arms but somewhere along the way my uterus got shot down, and sustained two bullets from an AZ political drive-by thuggette who wants to prosecute the women responsible for aborting an unwanted child as it might be considered “evidence tampering”. What kind of America are we living in when a woman has sex or is a victim of rape/incest and SHE becomes the criminal? Okay, bad question. Okay, I love my guns. I have a 12 gage double-barrel action-pump Magnum Express shotgun adored by the ATF; a Smith & Wesson 6 slug revolver; and a Semi-Automatic Springer double-shot handgun. Now I’m looking to buy a BAR 1918 as well as a Corner Shot rifle. . .all in the name to protect my Unit Core God Uterus. I have a daughter, and I weep for her future as I fear a pre-communist uterus country unfolding with her uterus being held captive by the Gyno-Government.
So I put together a list of things to do for your uterus before and after trying it out:
0. Paragraph A-Do abstain from sex. Paragraph B-This excludes nymphs.
1. Do keep your uterus clean and fetus free, see #0, Paragraph A.
2. Hang a “Do Not Enter” sign on your vagina.
3. Do not smile at the bartender as he may think you’re interested and spikes your drink.
4. Have a sit down between your uterus, your vagina, and the 33 Degrees Delegates and ask what their POV’s are on this political uterus/abortion war.
5. Have your tubes tied at the onset of your birth.
6. Build a prison inside your uterus for sperm-victs.
7. Talk to your great-grandmother, your true Ob-Gyn
8. Do not self-abort with hot water, that is so 1950’s or is it 60’s?
9. If you have to abort, take a high-ranking political rep and hold he/she hostage with extreme prejudice, then negotiate through a bullhorn, “Either the rep gets it or the fetus?”
All in all, I think women should be left to their own devices (and I don’t mean IUD’s, but speaking of IUD’s. . .): Pro-Choice, Pro-Life, Roe Vs. Wade, yadda, yadda, yadda. Sex, rape, incest should not even be an issue with abortion as this is America and should always be a right like a right to bear arms, and all that And Justice For All crap. Now back to the IUD. . .I need to have my IUD replaced! And I’m really hoping my Ob-Gyn doesn’t ask: Copper or plastic? ‘cause I just might answer: A Hysterectomy, please!
(my note: I may have strayed from poetic formation ... but Goddamn it! And this was ranted 'bout 4 years ago.)
