Most Commented Political / Social Poems (810)

Bombs blow up children
rendering our futures grim.
Love-grown peace yields hope.

Patience, pursue, pounce, prey...,
The way of wild African animals,
Or wall-street wizards?

On the one hand, the mother crocodile tenderly takes her young to water,
On the other it ruthlessly and without hesitation will take some other mother’s young in her steel jaws of death,
Which is right, which is wrong?
Is there right, is there wrong?

A suburban family looses their home,
But their devastation becomes a venture capitalist’s successful day at the office: “Today I bought 3 foreclosed homes for pennies on the dollar, honey...”, “Oh that’s wonderful hubby, I’m glad you had a good day...”

Which is right, which is wrong?
Is there right, is there wrong?

A father gets unexpectedly laid off, his wife and children greet the news with shock and sorrow...,
Whilst the CEO gets a pat on the back for ‘saving’ his company by strategic and successful layoffs...

Which is right, which is wrong?
Is there right, is there wrong?

A man ends an ‘oppressive’ bond and breathes a sigh of ‘relief’ at his new-found freedom, whilst the woman weeps disconsolately...,
Vice versa, a gold-digger spurns a man for ‘greener pastures’, whilst the man’s manhood is crushed yet again...

Which is right, which is wrong?
Is there right, is there wrong?

The drug dealer works hard and risks his freedom to ‘make-a-living’, whilst the health of the users ‘goes-to-pot’...,

Which is right, which is wrong?
Is there right, is there wrong?

The western world is gripped by an obesity epidemic,
Whilst 30,000 children die every day from malnutrition-related causes in the ‘third-world’...

Which is right, which is wrong?
Is there right, is there wrong?

Eat, starve?
Buy, sell?
Stay, leave?
Fight, surrender?
Love, hate?
Pray, prey?

I often wonder, my friends, which fiendish mind ‘created’ all this,
I often wonder...

Throughout my life, I have tried to understand the feminine spirit,
Sigh..., yes, I know, ladies, its mission impossible,
However, every now and then I get glimpses, however small and pathetic they may seem, of that inexhaustible labyrinth we call... woman...

Today was such a day,
As I was pondering why this ‘war’ between the sexes,
I ‘realized’ that for men its ‘enough’,[and please we’re speaking generally, here, there are always exceptions...]to just coast along, so long as we’re ‘moving’,
‘movement’, man, go, go, go and go some more,
As evidenced in the insane way we drive,
Why, pray, why the intensity to get from A to B with such maniacal speed and ferocity, devouring everyone in our path?
And when we get there, we have a smoke and a drink, and heck, we’re ready to ‘go’ again, but, ‘why’, and, ‘where’ and ‘how’???
god knows, maybe, I certainly don’t, just don’t get in my way, man, I gotta keep movin’, movin, movin, grrrr...
I imagine women must view this spectacle with deep despair...

Women on the other hand, I’m sure they’ll correct me if I’m wrong[I must be a masochist to stick my neck out like this..., lol...],
Women need to see ‘purpose’, they need to see ‘nurturing’, they need to see ‘survival’, i.e., the assurance that, for example, a relationship will last and produce the desirable fruits of...,
Love, joy, peace, romance, prosperity, health, all the ‘good-stuff’ for everyone in the equation[why is it an equation to the masculine spirit and not a ‘nice’ close family? Yang/yin/yang/yin/yang/yin...]...

Yeah, ‘purpose’ ‘nurturing’, ‘survival’,
Good luck with that guys,
What! You expect me to elaborate?
You must be kiddin’, right,
Besides, I gotta get goin’ man,
Where, I dunno, I’ll tell you when I get there...
Yin/yang/yin/yang/yin/yang...

You just reach out for trouble.
Cause you think it makes you cool.
I hate to burst your bubble,
But you really are a fool.

You do stir up emotion,
When you monger war and hate.
You'll never find devotion,
Hell, or even just a date.

Your agenda is quite clear.
It's attention that you seek.
True emotion's what you fear,
So obvious when you speak.

Further comments won't be made,
Cause you just aren't worth my time.
In your swill may you be laid,
For your "poetry"'s a crime.

So just take it elswhere man,
I can get manure for free.
And whatever is your plan,
Bark it up another tree.

People killing people,
And grownups raping kids.
The sickness and disease,
This country's on the skids.

The money is all gone,
I wonder where it went.
So after paying bills.
There's nothing to be spent.

The price of gas is high,
The cost of living too.
So many unemployed,
Just what are we to do?

You can't walk down the street,
Without a gun and knife.
Just hope to make your car,
And lock it for your life.

Hate to be a downer,
But these things are all known.
Just hope the powers that be,
Might throw us down a bone.

So help your fellow man,
He needs it much as you.
And lend a helping hand,
For you may need one too.

Turquoise oceans slowly turning dark and a menacing-kind-of-ugly,
Healing oceans, mothers of all life, now becoming unwelcome envoys of misery,
The arousing iodine-fresh smell[I plead poetic licence], now a befouled stench to the nostrils,
Seagulls, former white-plumed beings of beauty, frolic and divinity,
Now, sans a place to rest their feet,
Dolphins, the gentlest creatures of the deep,
Now, their welcome smile turned to grimace, as they painfully struggle to move in toxic, murky waters,
Penguins, the gentlemen/women of the poles,
Now, black all over, their young perishing from fatigue and hyper-toxicity,
Little children, playing on the beach wandering why the delightful white sand they built so many castles with, has been replaced by this grimy, gooey stuff...

Re: The BP oil disaster
My beloved poet friends, far be it from me to pontificate, but let’s see if we can collectively expect a miracle regarding this ecological disaster... We will all be affected, no matter where we live, if you have the inclination, join me in this venture for hope against hope, let’s trust the indomitable human spirit in partnership with divinity to come up with a cleansing solution, let’s expect a miracle, and, ofcourse, please post your thoughts on the matter...
Love and light...

[Title borrowed from Sarah McLachlan’s inspiring song with the same title...]

‘Resistance is futile’ said the Borg of Star Trek fame, and they were right...,
My resistance to all that manifests in my life is the cause of ALL discord in my life,
All the gurus, all the masters, have all preached the same thing from time immemorial,
Resistance is futile...

Why then, do I keep on resisting?
I fear the demolishment of my ego,
I fear the loss of things,
I fear the loss of respect,
I fear alienation from the community,
I fear the loss of love,
I fear hurting my children,
I fear hurting my fellow-man,
I fear hurting me,
Therefore I resist,
The irony is, they say, that when I stop resisting,
When I totally surrender, then I gain everything,
Funny, huh?

But, how do I stop resisting, which is a habit so strong that it has almost inured me to anything else?
How can I surrender to someone trying to kill my child?
How can I surrender to someone trying to steal from me?
How can I surrender to someone trying to break my heart?
How can I surrender to someone who is lying to me?
How can I surrender to someone trying to abuse me in a myriad other ways?
I know not the answers,
Only one thing I know,
That, the times that I have surrendered, were better for me and mine,
All benefitted, there was more peace, more safety, more abundance, more joy, more love...

[It doesn’t mean much
It doesn’t mean anything at all
The life I’ve left behind me
Is a cold room
I’ve crossed the last line
From where I can’t return
Where every step I took in faith
Betrayed me
And led me from my home
And sweet
Sweet surrender
Is all that I have to give],
Says Sarah McLachlan,
All other ways have failed, I’m gonna try it her way...,
It is, after all, all that I have to give...

Being female, not black
how can I possibly know
what it’s like to walk
in dark male skin, where

in a white-dominated society
being young and loved is
not enough to keep one safe
to walk about free-born.

Skittles, iced tea from store convenient
came at such a high price while
NBA All-Star basketball game
players prepared for face-off, unaware

Trayvon Martin is dead ‘cause
racism remains alive and well
in Orlando-area of sunshine’s state
where ostriches wear uniforms.

We must stand our ground for justice
when predator stalks the father’s son
then remains free to roam for weeks
while youthful prey is buried deep

for refusing to be intimidated by
a bully with a 9 mm gun
as the rain poured down
on nowhere else to run.

Higher Self: So, what’s up?
Me: Not much, how about you?
Don’t be stupid, I am your Higher Self, I’m always great, perfect, in fact..., the question, again, is..., how are you?
I don’t really know, I’m kind of between worlds...
So, what’s new? We both know you spend a large percentage of your life being between dimensions, again, how are you? More to the point, who are you?
I’m me, of course...
Sigh..., is that the best you can do? Tell me who you are?
Relentless, aren’t you? I’m just a drop in an endless ocean..., a singular sunbeam lost forever from its source, some far-away star..., I’m...
Cut the crap, I don’t want poetry, who are you?
Well, in the words of others I’m...
Not interested in the words of others, who do you say you are?
I’m boring...
Nah, you’re ignorant if you say that, who are you?
I’m powerless...
Yes and no, continue...
I am small and vulnerable, an insignificant blob in an endless, ruthless, and dangerous desert...
That’s just a false belief brought on by past, current and anticipated experience, but, its not so, who are you?
Why, oh why does it matter who I am?
When you realize the truth of who you are, then you will give meaning to your existence, and this will make all the difference, otherwise, I’ve wasted my time and the time of those around you, bothering with you...
Honest, I don’t know who I am, help me, give me a clue...
Can’t do that, as you will not value the answer and you will discard it...
I know, I know, I’m energy...
Nope...
But quantum physicists say...
Never mind what quantum physicists say, you’re not energy, who are you?
I feel that I’m just a video game God is amusing itself with...
Keep trying...
You know what, Mr Higher Self, I don’t care who I am, I am, and that’s all that counts...
My, my, finally, we’re getting somewhere, continue...
And, provided I’m not hurting anyone else or myself, its perfectly all right to be me, I don’t have to change, be ambitious, accomplish, march to another’s drum, etc., ad nauseam... And, finally, I accept and love and like myself...
Bravo, continue...
And if anyone doesn’t like the way I am, they can lump it... Phew, thanks Higher Self, this was good therapy, but, you know something you wily old rascal, I suspect[heck I know without doubt]that there’s a LOT more to the story than you’ve helped me uncover so far, isn’t there?
Lucky for all of us, yes, there is, but its good and exciting, and you will slowly uncover the core essence as you keep peeling the layers of this eternal onion... And you will not ever be alone, I will always be there with you...
I love you, know that?
Yes, and I love you too...

On a porch snapping beans in your old rocking chair
The world spinning around your wizened old stare
Some chores are done and clean is the stable
A good harvest come and there's food on the table
You smile with each sunrise and sigh when it sets
The life of an old mountain woman is as good as it gets
Most city folk think they're all so smart and clever
But little do they know how a quilt comes together
Very soon you must rise and go build a fire
Autumn darkness comes early and its time to retire