Poetry Blogs (Society)

We cannot end the nightmare

only explain it.

Cruelty permeates benath the societal fabric,

Festering,

As it rises to the top like curdled cream.

It oozezs through

and overtakes the unsuspecting.

Spreading from host to host like a cruel fungus.

Twisting and morphing.

Until we succumb to the sweet vitriol.

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Writing poetry has become 

an automatic response 

to the slightest wave 

of rejection 

washing me up onto the shore 

covering me in seaweed 

and telling me i dont 

belong  

Rejection blankets me 

in teary eyes 

tugs at my heart 

leaves me to die 

As if the society 

that rejected me 

dunked my head 

under the sea water  

and my weeps we...

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We want the country back.

America feels like a cornered rat

trembling savage

desperation spilling

like rabid light

from frightened eyes

gone flight now only fight

time stopped

avenues of escape blocked

so

desperation becoming bullets

fear becoming cages

heat waves of hatred

trapped in terror

paralyzed in pain

America feels like a cornered rat

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{Face To Face With Us} 

My white and tan face fades, 

hiding inside of this grayish black smoke. 

I knew they'd use it against us, 

dammit; the tear gas is filling the blue skies around us and as the rub bullets flies past our heads. 

I'm grown I make my own decisions to fight this fight. 

I'm fresh like I just rolled out of bed.

Their clouded misguided assumpti...

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These thoughts that run through every crevice of my mind. The harmful things that touch and ruin the most precious moments, I can’t stop them. The bad that always overtakes the good. The evil that somehow breaks everything that I once loved. Society has broken my view of perfection. Not only my view of perfection, but it has broken me. Into millions of pieces that will never be able to join back t...

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Believe it or not but you are a culprit 

Believe it or not but you are dead

All the words you speak, the thoughts you have

It's all what they fed 

The collar is around your neck 

The rein is in their hands 

No matter how far you wanna go 

You do what they say instead.

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lil shorty's been through a lot, got her heart broken one too many times.. all she ever did was give her love and trust to people who didn't see what she was worth, it wasn't her fault she'd end up so hurt.. she just believed imperfect people were beautiful and, like herself, a broken heart is possible to be mended again.. so she gave her love tryna fix a thug.. she saw pain and potential in his e...

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Remember when thing's used to be good,

musical sounds, movies the taste of our food

remember when we had such fun playing outside 

fishing running dancing going for a bike ride

A time before machines had us all hooked

when you'd go out for a meal and talk to each other and looked

When your parents would spend time with you

not online pretending to 

When you would burn off ...

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With an intent of
Stripping off all--Wives & footholds--
And taking over,
A monkey measures
And measures
Father's foot mark
Walking behind father's back
And inflict on the same attack
Cognizant ,subject to
The wear and tear of time
, feeble,
A defensive hand
The father could lack!

A mentor,  I helped
An apprentice
Acquire a sharp mind
And a nimble hand
Till on his feet stand.

Whe...

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{Invisible ? Ghost Writer} 

The background scenes of a ? ghost writer that is transparent and so invisible to the outside world around her as she keeps her invisible identity hidden beyond the fences of her ghostly safety because she has been abused, beaten, verbally abused at the hand's of society and you that has left her broken for year's and as the ghostly female writer hates that she ...

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So I guess that they've imprisoned us into this predetermined preposition 

When the truth is there so blatantly but we can't help but not to listen 

Because ignorance is bliss so we'll stay blissfully unaware 

As to the GMO's in all our food and the geo engineering in the air 

I suppose we'll go organic and refuse the water from the tap 

What about the metals likened to a subtle che...

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And I want to be a better man to you mum.. .

But you just don't agree with the things I have done, while I don't agree with having

to be socially accepted I need to conform, but you don't understand. 

I live for myself in a flurried world.

Where being myself is such a crime and I can't imagine myself alive, at the thought of  cheating my own mind... 

It breaks me apart!

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Aiming for nothing but net,
that is, a net worth of one billion George Washington
Dollar bills paying off these utility bills and moving up to Beverly Hills

Aiming to satisfy my lust and greed, but yet 
I feel this birth curse called sin, weighing me down like a ton
a ton of bricks falling back to back on my back - dying of cheap thrills!

Aiming to turn this all around 
forget the rhyme sch...

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My funeral is a live cremation
My home is a burnt out tower
My plight is that of a nation
One of selfish gits wielding power

I am a ghost haunting the streets
My home is your left or right wing tv show
My place is within the gentrification scheme
Lost somewhere I don't know

I raise my voice to be silenced
My concerns are shit on the heel of your shoe
There's money in death and violen...

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They rewrote songs on the sceneries of their dreams,

under the same roof, in the same room, but alone.

Living in each other’s isolations,

so tiring, boring, sensual, overwhelming, warm.

In thoughts, several severely intimate moments had passed;

their knotted minds kissed intermittently, not seldom.

He knew he was boundless, liberal, enraged, , jealous, dizzy,

he thought h...

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It was surprising that after work, on Thursday,

she wanted to meet and share her bed with a man, again.

Maybe men, even, she thought, suddenly indecisive and guilty,

but for society, men, peers, their judgment, their pursed lips and nods of disapproval.

Now that she was almost home, her fireplace and Scotch seemed dearer, as usual;

the icy blanket of her acceptance of undesired celi...

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Born as an outsider

Live like a lone wolf

Scare of playing with others

Good chance I might humiliating myself

So I sit next to my window

Watching the world having fun without me

Dying to break out of my soul

The fear takes control of my soul

The quietest of a room

Can give me company

But it doesn’t fill

The void of loneliness I feel

I’m getti...

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Welcome to a place so secret and scarce, where love dwells and people swear.

A place where allusion is key to misleading love and people all around hide from the truth.

Welcome to a place where tennis shoes have thrones and your own shoes carry pillows.

Welcome to a place where boys and girls portray men and women, but the parents don’t know they started the trend.

Welcome to a place w...

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I know better
so why don't I do better?
Be angry and sin not 
that's what the word says
obscene language, 
that's what the world says 
I'm tired and cranky 
and frankly,
I just want to lie in bed 
but lo and behold!
She is sleeping there 
like Snorlax or Goldilocks 
and I'm suppose to bear this?

too tired to fume 
want to sweep this away
'Bring the broom, take out the trash,
feed t...

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A ‘GOOD’ OR ‘BAD’ PAST?

Pleased I am that born I was when I was
A time when even though war threatened, and, did occur
Real freedom did exist, or, the alternative was not recognised
Poverty was rife but was borne with the belief in community
Never was there the expectation of improvement by government intervention
For every inconvenience which did, or might, blight aspects of our lives
‘G...

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you would not believe how easy it is to break a mirror!
and we're not talking the ones that you see in the clearance sections at stores,
we're talking about the mirror that shows you how you think about yourself.

this mirror is one made of a very special glass,
one that comes in all different shapes and sizes for every person,
one that is very often...fragile.

a child often begins their ...

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The Dulled Compass

     Humanity has not recoiled,

It’s still gorging on new found psychologies,

New found violations that incarcerate a soul;

     New found paradoxes,

New found sentences for innocent rejoice!

There is no rebuke,

No counterpoint - no random assertions,

No incriminations – just you, and I.

And you’re there,

Pitching a battle for authori...

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i love you. and i want you in my life, forever and always.
and that's that.

but there are always dark masses that get in the way,
metal bars that prevent our love from seeping through,
and that's that.

we were separated by these bars and I reached out,
trying to kiss you through the small openings between the rungs
but like a slap across the face the cold metal parted us,
and that's th...

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Breasts are something to be ashamed of, something to hide,
Yet something that a kid will suck on just to stay alive!
Something everyone once depended on once in their life
Yet something evil, something I must hide
A man's nipples are useless and yet just fine
The woman's are lewd tho to a hungry baby divine

To wear one layer of clothing!
A sin God forbid despite the sweltering heat
The s...

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Anarchy runs through my bones, A sanctuary, a mind set in stone, No worth in a life without purpose, Enough people around me trying to surplus, Without reason or must. Society isn't run from home, We're fed a diet of lies and bad omens, A curfew on our personal time, Cursing those who brave past the line, Fucking with your mind. Sobriety is harshly overrated, When the priority is to...

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Glass sides tip away the hope of perception and cameras flash away any hint of reflection
at this hub of metal minds and stiff bodies.

This soft grey raven digs for existence among the steel nest of discardment.
Every sip a taste of us, our residue his everything.

Around me, gold fingered bird-watchers with their fogged up binoculors,
tasting their uncessary glory.
Molten pride down th...

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THE POETIC BOND III, ISBN 978-1492384199, published 5 October 2013

Poetry of the MOMENT, from across the PLANET, poetry of our WORLD

Poetry that documents the Contemporary Zeitgeist

Poetry that explores, illuminates and examines the Human Condition

POETRY THAT BONDS US

Poetry from

Br...

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The Union man gets up to say that rights he fought for day by day

Are quickly being snatched away. Hurrah the Union man!

He’s calling out to you and me to show some solidarity

And march beside the TUC. Defend the Union man!

The low paid worker makes a plea to call upon our sympathy.

The state affords him subsidy to make a living wage.

When public jobs are privatise...

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all selling, or telling

forgot about the gelling together

of aught that matters

till we tipped past the point

of diminished returns to ruminate

instead on what a rich man earns

and caponised the germ

of all that once promised

in a swinish lust to fill our own pockets

gave a child faced strangler

the keys to the bank

to share the gold...

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Today all talk a lot about Pussy Riot,

The girls from Russia that couldn’t keep quiet.

OK, I agree! It’s their right to fight

With the things they don’t like.

I can understand any strike.

Even when you have to take a gun,

But … sorry to say that,

I condemn their action as the dirtiest one.

They’ve become the world known heroines

Because of their dirty a...

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You can't get tits on a kindle,

so put that Amazon one down.

Your materialistic bullshit

truly does make me frown.

I got by on handmedown clothes,

chick sticks and Aldi own brand.

You really look silly with that massive phone kid,

it's bigger than your hand.

To me COD was a special chippy tea

on a Wednesday night, granddad got it for me.

...

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                            The Reality of What It Really Is

On looking back,

How did we ever remain so naïve?

Why did we ever believe we would

Change the world?

     We sit today within a society

That when scrutinized up close -

When digging down deep beneath

The aesthetics and false promise

You’ll find; it’s not the society you want -

     Y...

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Summer is starting to set in. Goals are being formed. We have made many in the past and failed to accomplish them. Achievements don't go unnoticed. Though, as we grow older, wiser, more dedicated to ourselves and others' involvement in our craft, we see a need for commitment. If we are setting goals for ourselves with a half assed ambition to finish them, then that is all we are left with. Diss...

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Entry: Free

Open Mic Event

Contact: ushiku.crisafulli@googlemail.com

I am pleased to announce that Ashton Library will be host to the Manchester launch of the Robin Hood Book, a poetry anthology alongside the Robin Hood Campaign analysing, celebrating and discussing various social issues of importance.

There will be readings from Ushiku ...

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YOU are surrounded by glass

Within that

The world

Can observe

The normality of dinner

The association of wealth

The body on the table

The watching of soaps

The entertaining of guests

The reading of books

Masturbation in bedrooms

The privacy of thought.

WE live under mirrors

And reflect them back at you

With that emotion

We coat o...

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if we looked at history
on a multi-plane spreadsheet
and compared the goings on
in each particular era
we shall find that at any given
period, no matter the advancement
there inevitably at a cost lay revealed
atrocities, genocides, discrimination
prejudices, and a lack of conscience
that marks the brute in humans
poets have also been present
ever alert on the front-lin...

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Invisible but not voiceless,
This fire within me burning;
Fueled by things long since done;
Uncertain it would continue

And most certainly would one day end.

Resounding vermillion trains,
Travelling across frontier lands;
That began by fits and starts.
But this is just the beginning,

And most certainly is not the end.

Smearing the silence with my thoughts:
Scarlet in...

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