A fruitless effort
You can make thousands of rules
You can hold plenty of meetings
You can stage protests after protests
You can run many awareness compaigns
To eradicate evils from the society
But nothing will yield
As long as your intentions are malafide
And your mind is mortgaged.
poem by Mohammad Akmal Nazir
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Until We Meet Again
The crawling moments of yearnings
Are permeated by rousing desires
Immersed in celestial thirst
And earthly passions
But the soul protests fervidly
What the flesh cannot afford.
It was just yesterday
That I held you in my arms
But you are now
Thousands of miles away
In a remote metropolis
Where a great river
Kisses the northern sky
And I long
For your tender love Soul Mate
In a southern harbour
On the shores of the mighty ocean.
Thus and so life unfolds
As a story of hello and goodbye
Welcome and so long
A time together and a time to fly.
Yet the soul protests fervidly
What the flesh cannot afford.
The crawling moments of yearnings
Are permeated by rousing desires
Now time and space
Drive unyielding wedges
Building disjointing walls of farewell
But on the horizon flowers blossom
Greeting us with blessing
Until we meet again.
poem by Paul Hartal
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Mayday.
BRAVELY, DETERMINED THEY GATHER, THE GREAT UNWASHED
WANTING TO GET THEIR POINT ACCROSS, THOUGH THEY'LL BE SQUASHED
ON THIS ADOPTED DAY ALL OVER THE WORLD
PROTESTORS DEMAND THEIR SAY
ANY DAY WOULD SUFFICE, BUT THE MOST SIGNIFICANT IS FIRST OF MAY
INEQUALITIES AS THEY SEE IT
EROSION OF THEIR FREEDOMS SOME WILL SAY
MOST, THAT THEY DON'T GET ENOUGH PAY
THE FUTURE CAN ONLY BRING MORE PROTESTS
SOME SAY IT WILL DEMINISH FUNDS TO INVEST
GREATER PROFITS YEAR ON YEAR IS DEMANDED
SO PROTESTS WILL ENSUE, THE VAST MAJORITY
WILL GET BACK TO WORK AS COMMANDED.
poem by Brian Roy Skyers
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Peace Protesters Must Be Arrested
writing under political radar
unpublished under search radar
equates to more censor escapes
knowing freedom of formal speech
does not extend to anti-war protests
if such protests might trigger
an uprising in anti-invasion protests
peace protesters must be arrested
humiliated beaten pepper sprayed
how dare such righteous individuals
dare interfere with planned sanctioned
profit mounting oil invasion wars
situational irony calling wars right
necessary to healthy growth prosperity
calling peace wrong threat to security
time to reevaluate restructure economy?
situational irony armies meant to ensure peace?
used to intimidate dominate exploit war fleece?
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Birth Policies Hate Resentment Fosters
guidance wise given timely
may calm the hearts of many
stress of late is a human fate
which infests recession society
more viciously intensely recently
as Merkel the Turtle austerity
measures bite into Spanish heart
as a father two children are forced
to share a single egg as their meal?
stress may prove blitz seasonal
if Merkel grows a compassion heart
stops inflicting ‘Mein Kampf'
nationally upon victim Spanish people
perhaps a timely word of reason
can really calm civic protests
can really calm justified anger protests
can really calm suffering situation down
perhaps Merkel might timely reflect
upon effect of previous reparations
imposed to punish another lost nation
birth policies hate resentment fosters
poem by Terence George Craddock
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With Ambivalent Meanderings
I feel at times I am not myself.
With ambivalent meanderings,
Followed as if I am a guest...
Visiting each step taken.
As if I should make with intention,
Precise decisions.
With a purpose to store to be tested.
My mind sometimes protests,
Logic and comprehension.
And I find it is best to let go.
Instead of seeking definition,
For everything to make sense.
When there are days I could care less,
What anything means.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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When You Give
do not let
your hand
know
when you
forgive
do not
even give
hint
to the protests
of your mind
touch
the malefactor
with
the slightest
sigh
of your
forgetting
and let
him go
like he
never did
any wrong
to you
and tell
him
he must
do the
same
to the one
who also
harms
him
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Awareness, Now!
awareness...
walking in awareness,
breathing in awareness,
giving in awareness,
touching in awareness,
listening in awareness,
doing in awareness,
speaking in awareness,
living in awareness....
awareness,
......now!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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There are always protests, whether you do something good or bad. Even if you do something beneficial, people say you do it because it's advertising.
quote by Giorgio Armani
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No Voice
There are times when we feel
we have no voice
we are suffocated by circumstances.
Our voice is lost in the void;
we wander with eyes open
and no mouth for things to say.
Those around us are oblivious
that our presence is near.
We are invisible
with only our ears to hear.
We have no voice to shout our protests clear,
no voice to vent our anger at what we can hear.
Our voice is silenced by circumstances
some of which we do not understand.
We have no voice today or tomorrow,
and even if we had a voice
would it be heard?
Would our words fall
on vacant and deaf ears?
The question remain unanswered
for around us silence reins.
Silent as our protests
and frustration is all we gain.
One day our gag maybe lifted,
but will it be too late.
There maybe no one around us
and our anger will be lost,
lost in the silence when no one is there.
We can only hope that one day
when the silence clears
our voice among the millions
will finally be heard.
15 September 2009
poem by David Harris
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The monuments of the nations are all protests against nothingness after death; so are statues and inscriptions; so is history.
quote by Lew Wallace
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Use, abuse, neglect—
Mother Earth too protests
In fury lashes back.
haiku by Mamta Agarwal
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Why Do We Need Rules For Poetry?
Why do we need rules for poetry?
Let's make a Haiku with ten lines and one hundred syllables.
Let's make a limerick with ten lines, and not rhyme it.
Let's just do whatever the hell we want to do.
After all it's yourself that you want to express,
Do whatever the hell you want to.
You don't have to listen to anyone.
You don't have to follow rules.
After all you say it's acceptable now.
This is modern poetry,
I am not governed by archaic rules, put forth,
By men and women thousands of miles away,
Or in some foreign country.
I am me, I will do as I wish, and no rules apply to me.
Why do we need rules for poetry?
Beats me.
poem by Juan Olivarez
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Re: Cleaning Time
it has been quite a long time
when the cleaning has not been done
the cabinet is dusty and the floors stained
the walls bearing the unnecessary marks
words of protests are written and the door
creaks with hinges not oiled for long
today i am looking for the clutter of
those i do not need
the garbage has to be discarded
what has piled must be inspected
the unimportant must go
i also speak about my anger
my indifference my selfishness
like garbage they must go too
lest i be like those that i have spoken before
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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They forbade me from flying, despite all my protests and arguments. After being once in space, I was desperately keen to go back there. But it didn't happen.
quote by Valentina Tereshkova
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Dick Gregory was a great comedian who went and got arrested, did hunger strikes, protests. It never hurt his career to be outspoken.
Catnaps Are More the Habit
A peaceful sleep,
Rarely descends upon an active mind.
Catnaps are more the habit.
And an awakened time is spent...
Finding how to use it,
At the expense of a talent.
Or a cause one seeks,
To either invent or complete.
Rest?
One unaccustomed has to be reminded,
To get some is for the best.
And yet there are those who commit themselves...
Regardless of those concerned.
Or the quality of their protests.
There are those who are driven.
And there are so many who could care less!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Needed Rest
So overwhelmed to give at times,
I find isolation brings me peace of mind.
To give is to receive.
And in that I do believe.
But a necessity to set limits...
Allows me to feel I should and can breathe freely.
Without jeopardizing my abilities,
Which requires my much needed rest!
Although I may get protests,
From those who perceive...
My abilities are given just to please their needs.
Blessed?
Yes.
But those best lessons I've learned,
Have been the ones I have kept.
And without rest for the mind,
Guess who gets the quality time?
No one.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Sonnet 95: Yet Sighs, dear Sighs
Yet Sighs, dear Sighs, indeed true friends you are,
That do not leave your least friend at the worst,
But as you with my breast I oft have nurs'd,
So grateful now you wait upon my care.
Faint coward Joy no longer tarry dare,
Seeing Hope yield when this woe strake him first:
Delight protests he is not for th'accurst,
Though oft himself my mate-in-arms he sware.
Nay Sorrow comes with such main rage, that he
Kills his own children, Tears, finding that they
By love were made apt to consort with me.
Only, true Sighs, you do not go away;
Thank may you have for such a thankful part,
Thank-worthiest yet when you shall break my heart.
poem by Philip Sidney
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But when I reintroduced the Nation of Islam, and began to host meetings in cities and thousands and thousands of people come out.
quote by Louis Farrakhan
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Underhand Han Hand
For fifty years Han hand has lain
heavy on Lhasa's mountain land,
acting in manner underhand
on peaceful population. Pain
and persecution, thousands slain
on whim, as Chinese thugs expand,
manhandle monasteries, demand
obedience to illegal reign -
discrimination's bridle rein
with basic human freedoms banned,
protests punished out of hand.
Upon collective conscience: Stain!
The Dalai Lama's aging fast
who'll liberate Tibet at last?
poem by Jonathan Robin
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