Anarchy Poetry Contest!

/cracksknuckles

Mathew Bass

Really enjoying the short line, initially I thought it wouldn't be that great, but it turned out a really creative and intuitive style. It really makes you stir and think about how the average person’s life goes along and how self-destructive and reducing it can be. I enjoyed it very much, and I'm even thinking of storing that away. Now that I think of it, I might do that for most of the good ones here.

Jolais

Initially I didn't really understand what you were saying. I re-read it many times and reflected, and finally figured it out. It's well done, for sure, and really prompts one to get the idea that our society is slowly sifting towards being more mechanical. Thank you for contributing!

Violet

GEE THANKS. Just kidding.

I've read your first poem, titled "My Bollocks Theory", and it reminded me of a few definitions on UrbanDictionary.com regarding a social group donned "Chav". While UrbanDictionary was harsh in definition, it was striking (as was your poetry) to realize what our children and peers are being influenced by. I especially enjoyed the line 'kids will fuck kids' because it highlights that many people don't quite grow up but they still manage to multiply without maturing. That's a serious problem that the world is afraid to admit let alone take actions against, and for that, well. . .That's a really good point. My only criticism is that at one point you went "blah blah blah" and that wasn't cool unless you do it really right. Grab the reader and shove their vegetables down their throat; don't keep nagging them to eat them.

The second work, "Is This Living?" started out very nice with the personification and the repetitions of word patterns. I think it does a good job at pointing out the feigned beauty of the suburban landscape by using words commonly associated with non-artificial landscapes. The last stanza was really nice on the tongue, which kept it ringing in your head.

The Youtube Video was nice, and I think it pointed out a lot of good points, but I think it was too much of a popularist view. I think, actually, that it was more of a cream of the crop if I say that, because nonetheless it went out of its way to bluntly say things that needed to be said, but I think you want to avoid "blaming" anybody or atleast calling them names. I enjoyed the song, even if I would prefer it written to my own pace.

You might consider using this song in your next composition, or atleast using it for inspiration:http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=31GAYSv6K-U

I appreciate your work, please contribute as much as you'd like.

TryHarderMartyr

I'm really digging the whole aspect of this. All the abstraction and figurative language is really nice, and I like how you put the whole situation of our ideas as a society in general. The tongue-in-cheek nature of it all really speaks out and makes you think whether or not it was such a good idea. I really enjoy it, especially the last two lines. That seriously did it. Bravo, thank you for posting here and please contribute more.

No Pun Intended

I really didn't get this at first. I kept reading it over, trying to figure out what you meant by twos. I have a few ideas, but nothing that I really want to concrete down. It's really whatever I want it to be, but something tells me there's something incredibly devious and genius about this. Tell you what, if you post here again with another poem, I will comment on both (and the one you originally posted more thoroughly). That's how much I want you to keep contributing. I just seriously commented on everyone else’s works and left yours until you post another. I don't know if it's lucky, or kind of lame. Thanks, though!

Andrew Miller

I don't know what to say other than its unmatched raw and brutal atmosphere is second to none. It's beautiful how you describe with such delicacy and really tell it how it is. The word usage, the structural content, the imagery, you've really outdone yourself. I can't seriously justify how well done this piece is. Thank you, thank you, and thank you!

Kameron

WTF GTFO I DON'T WANT TO HEAR UR POEMS IF U RNT GONA TAK THIZ SRS.

IT R NOT RELAYTD 2 TOPIC RLY AT ALL SO JUS LEVE

. . .

Just kidding.

I actually started reading it as prose, until I saw emoticons, which in prose I show so much disdain that I cannot describe how much I hate that, I don't know. It's cool. You're cool. Your fishnets are cool. I like your glasses too. And I love how you told us about how you'd like to shove an iPhone up another ones backside, because iPhones are the bane of intellectual pursuit. I also like how you accidently pursued anarchist ideology when you initially believed it to be common sense. I also like how your hair is, short and all.

Thanks for pre-warning us for your epic poetry which I am now advertising as the practical winner of this competition. No stress or anything. Kamerons upcoming poem will make you cry at a glance of it. It will be brief, so brief, but it will seriously explain all ideological (I made that up) concepts that would fix the world and all it's societal problems and only needs to be put in action. It contains logic that outstandingly singles out corporations and other brain-drain regimes and promotes and encourages intellectual pursuance and freedom beyond measurement.

GOOD LUCK. And thanks everyone for posting!

"Go to bed, the world is dead."
Does not resemble what we've done too well
to what we have. From what I've seen
a pretty little picture frame of a decapitated
bleeding kitten would suit things better.

I can not leave alone the deconstructionism
to just be; ignorance will solve the misconstrued.
What most people fail to see is that trees
will one day all be black, and their descendants
will all be deceased. That, or they know all too well,
so might as well live it up while they can
a make-it-all-better wrench in hand.

Blargh.

In suburb america
Right now
A soccer mom
Shoves food she doesn't need
Into a 6 cylinder SUV
in a Walmart parking lot

Distended bellies cry for crumbs; third world malaria hell
Static shocks of artillery blaze background of hell, red for fear
Drowns out cries of children in backalleys "now I lay me"
Now they slay me,
fell silent in the lullabies sung by horseflies
Dancing over a carnal buffet of rotting human flesh
Listen closely; the prices are falling

Every six seconds a child dies,
parent cries,
step a little into our own destruction,
but the function is to sodomize
the industrial age;
on your fucking knees,
mouth stuffed in coca cola cock
take the US dollar up the fucking ass you bitch
we'll send you Sally Struthers, a bag of rice
And enough donuts to fill her glory hole
You'll fill the space between
A 4 am infomercial
and if we feel charitable
We won't change the channel right away
While flies buzz around the mouths of your spawn.

Now I just had this little idea about an Anarchy Haiku. I think it's kinda funny.


Invisible rules
I follow none of them now
Fuck that shit

fireworks
have exploded

and the rebels are whispering
again

they have plans to drink more
then load their guns

and hey

I think this tea
costs a little much

do you?

This is not for the faint of heart so please be able to understand my struggles and endeavors. Also my experiences over my lifetime that help add a real flare to this poem. In the end of this poem I am not rascist, prejudice, or hate filled. But living in the suburbs is a big change from living in the "Ghetto"

Minority Anarchy

Growing up as a black kid in a white man's world
I have learned the struggle of my people is not over
From slavery to segregation, hate crimes and the KKK
Blacks have endured the "Man" long enough
They have brought nothing but violence and destruction the world
For centuries it is all they have known
Since the beginning of time, it's been embedded in their blood
The Europeans killing the native americans
After the natives showed them how to survive in their "new world"
invading a once peaceful country, stripping the land of it's people
World War I and II started by some one of caucasiod descent
Hitler, trying to rid the world of any one not a true Aryan

You want anarchy, well I'll give it to you
The government only helps the rich and wealthy
But the areas where education are the worst is where minorities live
The world is set up for us all to fail, but minorities the most
Living in neighborhoods of poor standards, move to the white suburbia
Watch how things turn around, school and friends actually have potential
The white man with power is who is responsible for this world
Well I'm an anarchist, and so are my people accompanied with all minorities
It's like we say, everyone wants to be black, but not "BE" black
In my time I have met many whites who enjoy our music and culture
But would call us a nigger or spic if the moment called for it
Rascism is learned and taught, so I say lets destroy the teachers

Our people excel and succeed at anything we do
Validictorian is always some one of indian descent
Best football player a black
We take over what was taken from us to prove we are strong
I'll give you anarchy, a Minority anarchy to take over this world
Put things back in order, because in the hands of the "Man"
It it slowly going down hill

They

They say, you must wear the trendiest styles,
to impress all the others.
And if you don’t own the correct brand of car,  
they’ll roll their eyes while sighing, ‘oh brother’.

They want you to own the latest electronics,
especially the newest cellular phone.
Even if the dad-gum-thing
costs more than your parents first home!
 
Forget about brown bagging it,
in the most trendy restaurants you’ll dine.
No more pig skins and beer,
you simply must be at the opera, sipping wine.

No more throwing darts
down at your favorite pub.
I mean, what would they think
down at the country club!

They say you must impress your boss;
be sophisticated and cool.
Your kids must be the right age and height,
and only attend the most private of schools.

They say, you can’t own just any pet;
it must have a mile long pedigree.
Even if it’s family roots
are deeper than yours will ever be.

Don’t worry about having trouble
rising to their expected level of appeal.
They’ll bolster your self confidence
with their little blue pill.

And speaking of “you-know-what”,
they say anything goes, so don’t get so upset
when they capture you in all your grainy splendor
and post it on the internet!

Well dear friends, as light bulbs go,
some of us may not cast the brightest light.
But nine times out of ten,  
we usually know wrong from right.

So, if we were to gather all our peccadilloes
and toss ‘em in the brink,
I wonder: how long can we stand here
before they tell us what to think.

I realize this isn't really anarchy, but I think it's pretty close.

People moved and abused,
Just like property
And all thanks is due,
To our foreign policies
But thats fine,
As long as it's hidden from the masses
They realized,
That foreign land is where the real cash is
Understand this,
If you understand nothing else
The only thing that matters
The riches and the wealth,
We're obsessed with it
Can't accept any less than expected

I wrote this about the oil spill, thought it might fit.

Black as Night

Oil black water blends into oil black sky
Nature meets calamity then lines are blurred
Dead fish float across the starry night
And I am left wondering
If a star ever used the lights around it
To make itself brighter
And if it had ever happened,
What was the fate of the parasite
Where will we end up anyway

Human conscience floats across a sea of thoughts
Oiled in rationale, its scales glisten
Even a lifeless eye can see its fate
Floating in an oily sea
Stretching into a greasy horizon
Black as night

Earth embraces the deepest, darkest, underworld
And all its peoples to regain
For they deserve the return...
Their return, to our Earthly domain.

And all those equally lost in Heaven
Righteous, so indignantly insane
Forever wandering through their corridors, ideals
From which, only Earth could ever save.

Every single perspective
People, no matter their ways
Walking back to balance, Earth's, home!
Our only living place.


....daviD

http://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/3281/

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(hint for the dog/shoe one: think subterranean homesick blues)


        < becoming a writer >
   
   so in the news today
   there's this mom with three kids
   who's just found out she's got cancer
   
   this
   by the way
   is the united states of america

   she
   by the way
   bought groceries instead of doctors

   so, yes, cancer, six months, but
   don't cry yet there's a happy ending here:

   she's becoming a writer

   she's writing letters to her kids
   one to open each week
   she's got her oldest all the way to graduation
   (and how handsome he looks!)
   she plans to get the others there as well
   and maybe a bit farther
   all depending
   
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