Free Power
Free Power
from
POWER MADNESS
free power
from its fetters
no power without the people
does power arise from any other source
than through the intent to control confine confiscate con conk conjure
computerize contort compel complicate concoct compress concuss conflict
confute condemn corrupt collar convict collectivize confound
concenter communalize collogue collude collonize commandeer
compartmentalize castrate calumniate crucify combinate cutdown curtail
curryfavour curb cully cuff cuckold crush crunch cross-question curveball
conform confuse criticize croak criminate crash cramp cram crackdown
covert counterplan
countermine counterfeit counterattack corrode convert contrive
contaminate constrain consecrate
connive conquer
power is a venomous snake
that sheds its skin
but not its venom
free power from its sting
free power from belief
from self-righteousness
from don't-not-look-at-me aloofness
from protective-damnedness
from ego-centred-ness
from megalomanic mindlessness
from aryo-apartheid-ness
from i'm-right-Jack exclusiveness
from self-opining holiness
from crass-headed-ness
from puritanic-mule-headedness
from airy-fairy grandiloquence
from haughty vengefulness
from scary authoritarianism
from the love of command
from sexually dominating abusiveness
from un-empathic tightfistedness
from back-scratching dastardliness
from building castles in the air-ness
from masonic clubbiness
from musty brotherhood-ness
from stealing and selling-ness
from never-enough greediness
from carion-loving usury
from thoughtless puttingdown-ness
from self-aggrandizing acquisitiveness
from the love of pomposity
from the seclusive-ness of honours
from fawning and flattery
from foggy non-visibility
from armoured parades
from press confounding conférences
from the Security Council colluding combine
from the general assembly showy-mugheadedness
from secret international pacts
from noseyparker-ness
from the international monetary fund
from partychairmanship-ness
from multi-national-ness
from Fort Knox Reserve Bank Swiss numbered accounts
from electioneering charitable-ness
from taking more than giving-ness
from absent inaccessibility
from highly guarded hifaluting-ness
from bypassing-ness
from sanctimonious peacefulness
from viagra sterility
from bleary-eyed self-satisfaction
from save this to spend that-ness
from take a crap on others-ness
from stratified doddering hierarchy
from smirking hypocrisy
from foie gras state dinners under candelabras in coattail-ness
from promising full-employment save the forests children and old-aged-ness
from so-called full medicare social security lower taxes & more paid leisure-ness
from housing for every no-one to no parking ticket-ness
from HIV indigestion
from AIDS constipation
from putting-on airs-ness
from marauding menacingness
from mièvrerie
from state dinner pent-up flatulence
from stentorian vociferousness
from stem-winding-ness
from log-rollingness
from flabby-bellied-ness
from stench-filled under-arm-ed-ness
from sweaty-palm-ness
from stink-breath-ness
from treacherous backslappingness
from stuffing-the-mouth-without-chewing-ness
from word slipperiness
from work inertia and lethargy
from gamboling sleepiness
from not-listening-ness
from turning-the-back-while-talking-ness
from averting-the-eyes-ness
from dirty-trick-ness
from sick secret-service-ness
from bloody tricky smiling-ness
from thinking-one-and-saying-another-ness
from forked-tongue-ness
from spitting-in-the-face-when-talking-ness
from smiling-and-looking-daggers-ness
from gourmandise
from niaiseries
from wishy
-washy
-n
e
s
s
and
leaving
loads
of
lurid
lumpiness
poem by T. Wignesan
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Is It YOU
Is it you..
You who is the you that I know you to be
If it is you
Have you been trying to communicate
Your you...ness to me
I know I've asked
In the past
And maybe
You think I can
Clearly see
The you in the you..ness
But
It hasn't been apparent to me
Sometimes I think there is a you..ness in the you
But other times
I second and third and a hundred second guess
And I get lost in the guessing
Think about the probability
I take a step back from the you
That I thought I could see
Because, then, you aren't the you
Who is the you.. that is you
That means something
To me
poem by Rabia Minhas
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Legend In My Spare Time
Ashes to ashes and funks to funky
Daddy Long Legs is a mean ass honky
And Jimmy Pop ain't no heiny hobbit gaybe
Ain't no big meaty chunks in my thick brown gravy
Cause I'm a Loch Ness a Loch Ness a Loch Ness monster
Jerry's Kids are knockin' at my door
song performed by by Bloodhound Gang
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God's Two-ness
I prayed to understand
God’s two-ness:
God within me said,
‘I am in you; and you in Me;
yet when I hear
the glorious sounds of singing praise,
the open heart of gratitude,
the words of wonder and of love,
and see the shining eyes,
I am the world for you;
and cast My Two-ness
like the sweet Spring rain.’
poem by Michael Shepherd
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Of Non-ness
But at this time...
On these non-days,
When a sense of non-ness is existing.
I try to find in my mind,
A reason and a rhyme...
To define what it is I choose to decline.
And it is at this time,
I'm feeling quite fine.
And those non-days existing,
With a non-ness to grind...
To upset my mind,
I can't allow...
Myself to be twisted in the mix of it!
I once participated in heated debates.
About the absence of the right,
To enjoy the life I've made.
Without feeling I should trade away...
This happiness I feel and have,
I just can't walk away from to see betrayed.
And it is because at this time,
On these non-days...
Whether they come to others to keep and stay,
I wish agitation begin from me to fade.
Because at this time I made up my mind,
On those non-days bringing all that non-ness to find...
I,
Choose peace...
Over being demeaned.
Because at this time I made up my mind,
On those non-days bringing all that non-ness to find...
I,
Choose peace...
Over being demeaned.
And when that non-ness is there to share,
Because at this time I made up my mind to care...
I,
Have chosen peace...
And I've left the scene.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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It Is Not You
a broken heart is not you.
it's another heart in another body.
it's not me anymore.
it's not even the name
that you always mention
that you attach to
my memory
it is just this broken-ness
just this
that i cannot touch and kiss
just this
unleaving, without a skin or body
it is just the broken-ness
in us, and no other
a word, an idea, a concept,
a connotation that we always
speak of
or if not, that we really want to
utter
but cannot anymore
it is far from us, and yet
buried within our arms
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Done With My Ways
Come to me!
Come
Come
Come
Come
Come
Come and see,
My heart is open.
Please believe,
I'm done
Done
Done
Done
Done
With all the mis-erry...
Dropped,
From hope-less-ness.
Then!
But I've changed,
Mah wa-a-a-a-ays.
Yes,
Done
Done
Done
Done
Done!
Come to me!
Come
Come
Come
Come
Come
Come and see my heart is open.
And-it-wont-be-long...
'Till-you- give-it-time,
To know you!
Come
Come
Come
Let it know you.
Come come come
Let it know you.
Come come,
And...
You will see,
I'm done
Done
Done
Done
Done
With all the misery!
Dropped from hope-less-ness,
Then!
But I'VE changed,
Mah wa-a-ays.
Done I'm done....
With mah wa-a-ays.
Yes I'm done done done...
With mah wa-a-ays.
Done I'm done...
With mah wa-a-ays.
Yes I'm done done done...
With mah wa-a-ays.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Swimming
So soothing the warm hand
which poises, glides across
the eddies of my soul
and quiets the waters there.
Your Heart dips its oars
to my deepest depths
stirring my swimming-ness.
I open my mouth like the fish
and drink you in-
huge gulps.
I swirl inside the water-spout
and fall into the ocean-ness
where we both exist
in the quiet bliss
of our contentment.
Where in life does this ocean live-
it doesn't-it contains our life
yet itself is of an other existence.
We swim in it
grateful for the fins.
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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Loch Ness
Beautiful Loch Ness,
The truth to express,
Your landscapes are lovely and gay,
Along each side of your waters, to Fort Augustus all the way,
Your scenery is romantic...
With rocks and hills gigantic...
Enough to make one frantic,
As they view thy beautiful heathery hills,
And their clear crystal rills,
And the beautiful woodlands so green,
On a fine summer day...
From Inverneaa all the way...
Where the deer and the doe together doth play;
And the beautiful Falls of Foyers with its cystal spray,
As clear as the day,
Enchanting and gay,
To the traveller as he gazes thereon,
That he feels amazed with delight,
To see the water falling from such a height,
That his heed feels giddy with the scene,
As he views the Falls of Foyers and the woodlands so green,
That he exclaims in an ecstasy of delight -
Oh, beautiful Loch Ness!
I must sincerely confess,
That you are the most beautiful to behold,
With your lovely landscapes and water so cold.
And as he turns from the scene, he says with a sigh-
Oh, beautiful Loch Ness! I must bid you good-bye.
poem by William Topaz McGonagall
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African Child
AFRICA CHILD
Africa child a leader in the world
Africa child you grow so tender
In the two hands of your mother
Into a matured man to move the world
You really sucked the milk
Of your Africa mother with love, strong ness, neatness and greatness.
You were seen when little like a dull person but proved them all wrong.
Oh! Child you greatly moved the world
By showing your Africa ness in- you through the power
A leader in the world you are
I believe other continent
Will see your glittering black with a very good respect and integrity.
Child, I greet you with respect
‘Cos you are the colour that spark
With the whiteness of your eyes and teeth comes out to
Move very well with your minds
And soul to think so great.
I put on you the highest rank
In the world because you deserve
To be there, child! (c)
poem by Chinwendu Ibeh
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A Dispute
A dispute controls an explosion,
They built them on the line of writing;
Just why do hundreds debate and abandon?
The living of right is worth reporting.
A dispute managed the experiment,
Hitting and replaying like silver and gold;
My replying worsened, I was diligent
And angry that life became old.
The maddening went on and on, like fire
Blazing in souls, futures did burn,
I didn’t burn or catch fire or admire
This innocent help that made me learn.
Upper class strengths conceal their all ness,
And tall ness may acquire anatomy of riches,
This contained wealth to adore with abruptness,
Your feelings are hidden in adages.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Res Ipsa Loquitor (2)
let the poems
without mouths
and teeth
without lips
and tongue
let these poems
speak for themselves
let them be
take them for whatever they are
their appearances
let them smell the way they exude themselves
let them be
let their essence be within themselves
even without our own thoughts impressing
imposing dictating
destroying
annihilating
let the poems be like dew
dissolving to the warm rays of the sun
the poems-in-themselves
even without the necessary
english-ness...
let the poems have no shame
in whatever language
in whatever form
let the lousiness be a poem in itself
let the ugliness make you feel its ugliness
let the beauty be there
side by side with everything: darkness and light
evil and good
order and chaos
stars and explosives
pins and touch
holiness and profaneness
etc and the exclusive
specifics and generalities
you and them
and let your feelings go beyond all these
in that field where anything does not matter
where there is no more bother
but just this companionship
this togetherness this wonder
this bewilderment without end
this forever-ness, this eter
nity.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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With Sweetened Feedings Eating
I'd rather fictionalize.
I'd rather remove the real-ness...
From my eyes.
I'd rather fictionalize.
And,
Live a life with everything made up...
With sweetened feedings eaten.
Living life with everything made up...
With sweetened feedings eaten.
I'd rather fictionalize.
I'd rather remove the real-ness...
From my eyes.
I'd rather pick on my platter,
Everything delicious I'll eat up.
And it wouldn't matter that it's...
Everything delicious I'll eat up.
I'd rather fictionalize.
I'd rather remove the real-ness...
From my eyes.
And,
Live a life with everything made up...
With sweetened feedings eating,
Everything delicious I'll eat up.
And it wouldn't matter that it's...
Everything delicious I'll eat up.
With sweetened feedings eating,
Everything delicious I'll eat up.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Corporate Intellects
They come in all sizes.
Those who take cheap shots!
With their lowbrow racist disguises.
To end up saying...
They do not abuse,
With the use of such devices.
Corporate intellects...
Fusing amusements with a seriousness.
Then attempt to explain,
Their lame brain-ness.
To say they are not,
The nasty snots they appear.
Only to confuse actions done...
That are overwhemingly crystal clear.
They have taken positions,
To advance their sick conditions.
And believe it okay...
To portray images displayed.
In a manner to influence,
Convincingly...
Their wicked decadence.
Corporate intellects...
Fusing amusements with a seriousness.
Then attempt to explain,
Their lame brain-ness.
Only to expose...
An insecurity of who they are.
That removes a mask what shows,
To reveal a backfiring...
Of a failed task proposed.
On 'all' fronts of their demented labors.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I remember when it was just the three Emcees and then Flash put Mr Ness down.
quote by Kool Moe Dee
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Someone once accused me of being like Eliot Ness. I sad no sir, I'm not E.N., but I can promise you that I'm not Al Capone!
quote by Robert Stack
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The blight ness of the moon can only be experienced in total darkness.
Sometimes you have to take a break from being a crazy kid. You can't be doing that all the time. Sometimes you just have to pay respect to your own simple-ness.
Come the Dark
Come the Dark again
I will be steel this time,
my Heart
Ready-Strength,
toned.
Come the Dark
my Hope's Re-enforced
my Faith Renewed'
and I shall toss aside
Diminishments
and Negativities
and Seething Flutterings.
I will wave
that Wand
which is Hearth and Kin;
tall Stance make
against dark Blandishments
strike low
Fear-ments,
Afraid-ness,
Rage-ments,
Cynicalness
Devil-ments
and Tricks
which diminish
Human-ness
and the Light.
I will,
as I have
in the past,
do it
Again
and Again
as often as I Need to
and Should.
I will this time flip Fear
and wring from it Hope.
I will taffy stretch Time
to what I need to rehabilitate Negativities.
I will take Rage and make it to lie down with Peace
and make the Harming Ones weep Atonement Tears.
I'll not veer from my path, nor falter
and if need be
you find me on the other side
yet alive
still struggling if need be;
and if there, there is no need
then my story will have ended well.
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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The different ness of races, moreover, is no evidence of superiority or of inferiority. This merely indicates that each race has certain gifts which the others do not possess.
quote by Carter G. Woodson
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You think, eventually, that nothing can disturb you and that your nerves are impregnable. Yet, looking down at that familiar face, I realized that death is something to which we never become calloused.
quote by Eliot Ness
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