Newsletter #6, 10-18-2004

[Aaron Graf]

Poems of Conscience Newsletter #6, 10-18-2004




Wow I am so happy that so many people have posted a politically oriented
poem. All of the writers this week were excellent and I could not have
liked them more for doing this! Thanks you all for your hard
participation in here and posting up your works of a political and
poetic conscience. I would like to present them to you now and end the
jabbering I have been going on with. Thanks for your time:




Poem #1: Transition Through the Heavens
Username: princesskitana
Author: Asha Persaud
Link:
liberalpoetry.proboards29.com/index.cgi?board=saywhatyouwant&action=display&thread=1097995389




The path less taken, is here before me.
Visions of lost souls and emprisoned minds, try to haunt me.
As I look to the dirt before me;
I rectify the memories once told about me.

I open my hands and receive the elixer.
Then gobble down it's contents in a quaff gesture.
Only to realize the attempts to mitigate the problem;
that stood before me.

I might be prepared to accept this new lethargic form in my body;
and decide if I will be open-minded to the slightest sight of blood.
I wipe my tears and wring my hands dry.

But I fall again ten thousand miles.
Into a land, a land that once owned me.
To find I still live this ghostly life.





Poem #2: The Weeping Forest
Username: poetryladycat
Author: Lori Triggs
Link:
liberalpoetry.proboards29.com/index.cgi?board=savethetrees&action=display&thread=1098043121&start=0




By Lori Triggs
Copyrighted 2004

Dedicated To Nature and Environment
To My Brother David Triggs.

The weeping forest,
was an untouched where the plants,
trees even animals lived in happiness.
The weeping forest,
was found, and became a touch forest by people,
first did not misuse it or abused.
The weeping forest,
became misused by people even companies
with there logging even oil with gas companies,
ripping down the forest taking every in its path
even every available resource.
The weeping forest,
the plants are crying out pain, trees are
screaming in agony, Yes!,
the animals lost there homes even in pain.
The weeping forest,
do we weep when we cry or in pain? Yes!,
are we in agony? Yes!
The weeping forest,
so why cant we hear the weeping forest the plants,
the trees and the animals when they are crying
or in pain even agony? Yes!
The Weeping Forest,
Because people, politicians even companies like
the logging, oil even gas companies choose to
ignore it like it never happened!
The weeping forest,
will be weeping until there is no forest!







Poem #3: Atheist
Username: KittenX
Author: Name has not yet been disclosed
Link:
liberalpoetry.proboards29.com/index.cgi?board=deathtopatrobertson&action=display&thread=1097949058





Im tired of being a heretic,
Of not having a personal deity.
A savior whod knock on my window
Or tumble down the chimney
Or tangle in fault lines.

Halos are always in style,
So Im considering drastic change.
Some mind boggling alteration
Of personality.
Or maybe a bit of mental bondage.

I am interested in Hinduism.
Theyve got funky, jazzed up shrines.
Buddhism can teach me how to hum,
While Christianity just seems dull.
But Id like to just be an individual,
With freedom to decide.
Without having someones faith,
Have me locked in and confined.

In any case organized religion is
Like organized crime.
Bogus mass intentions,
That solicit for time.
Mind trips down the spiritual line
Lead to dead end questions
And offer a questionable divine.




Poem #4: When Shall I Open My Eyes?
Username: princesskitana
Author: Asha Persaud
Link:
liberalpoetry.proboards29.com/index.cgi?board=everysixminutes&action=display&thread=1097993661




Now shall I open my eyes?

To the sweetness of your kiss?
Or to the beating of your fists?

Now shall I open my eyes?

To the silence in your voice?
Or to the deepness of my sins?

Now shall I open my eyes?

To the distance, now bettween us?
Or to the shelter now within us?

Now shall I open my eyes?

To the oath that binded us?
Or to the dream that blinded us?

Now shall I open my eyes?

To the words you whisper to me?
Or to the carelessness you offer?

Now shall I open my eyes?

To the lies you tell me in secret?
Or to the bruises you left every evening?

Now shall I open my eyes?

To the words of "I Love You?"
Or to the signs of "I Own You?"

Now shall I open my eyes?
or
When will I open my eyes?





Poem #5: God Loves the Little Piggies
Username: Glacian
Author: Name cannot be disclosed
Link:
liberalpoetry.proboards29.com/index.cgi?board=deathtopatrobertson&action=display&thread=1096707577




God commands his sheep to hear
Kneel to me, and live in fear;
For I love the little piggies of the world
I will lay waste to your kind
Strike you deaf and strike you blind
For I love the little piggies of the world

God loves the little piggies
All the piggies of the world
Proud or cruel or fat or white
All are kindling in his sight
God loves the little piggies of the world

God is the shepherd of the swine
On their misery he shall dine
For he loves the little piggies of the world
Hes a tyrant great and strong
And hell blame you for his wrongs
For he loves the little piggies of the world

God loves the little piggies
All the piggies of the world
Proud or cruel or fat or white
All are kindling in his sight
God loves the little piggies of the world

I am coming, God, to Thee
And your piggy I will be,
For you love the little piggies of the world
And your burden Ill always bear
And for you Ill live in despair
For you love the little piggies of the world

God loves the little piggies
All the piggies of the world
Proud or cruel or fat or white
All are kindling in his sight
God loves the little piggies of the world

[Aaron Graf]

Poem #6: The Savage Nation Man
Username: Aaron Graf
Author: Aaron Graf
Link:
liberalpoetry.proboards29.com/index.cgi?board=deathtopatrobertson&action=display&thread=1096707577





The Savage Nation Man





[To the tune of Nowhere man by the Beatles]

He's the Savage Nation man,
sitting in his Savage land,
making all his Savage plans for hatemongers.

Has a right wing point of view,
Knows what lair he's going to,
He ain't one tad bit like you or me.

Savage man won't listen,
When you disagree he's hissing,
Savage man, how in the world do you have six million fans?

Savage man hates gay folks,
Hates girls who sleep around and porno.
Savage man. How in the world do you have six million fans?

Has a right wing point of view,
knows what lair he's going to,
He ain't one tad bit like you or me.

Savage man will scream and interrupt,
He's drinking from hatred's cup,
Labels rape victims as sluts on his show,
The brand new voice of hate radio.

Savage man keeps lyin'
Calls you a traitor for talkin' bout troops dyin'
Savage man. How in the world do you have six million fans?

Because he's the Savage Nation man,
Sitting in his Savage land,
Making all his Savage plans for hatemongers.
Making all his Savage plans for hatemongers.



~Aaron Graf




Poem #7: Breaking These Chains
Username: Aaron Graf
Author: Aaron Graf
Link:
liberalpoetry.proboards29.com/index.cgi?board=gayrightsman&action=display&thread=1097629784



Breaking the Chains




Untying the chains that keep me from who my fancies are,
That sank deep inside leaving me scarred.
The chains forged by religion and maintained by a priest,
And punish those who break free with scorn, but that's only the least.
Some end up like Matthew Shepard beaten in the freezing cold,
Because two men thought that all they stood for would quickly unfold.
Although it has not I wish that it would,
Because it's about time for them to know that what they believe isn't
good.
So I could face punishment for breaking these chains,
The minimum is scorn, the maximum is to be killed or maimed.
But I'm letting you all know I'm breaking these chains.
To let you know I like both men and women and will choose for myself,
Regardless if my funeral is protested by a preacher named Fred Phelps.
I'm breaking these chains and I'm finally free,
And regardless of what this "President" said, I'll marry who I please.
Breaking these chains, I've committed no crime,
By having longings for both men and women at the very same time.
You can scorn me all you want, you can bring me some pain,
Because I'm not scared anymore so I'm breaking these chains.



~ Aaron Graf





Poem #8: Army of God Marching
Username: Aaron Graf
Author: Aaron Graf
Link:
liberalpoetry.proboards29.com/index.cgi?board=keepabortionlegal&action=display&thread=1097475132




Army of God Marching




Radical goals and fanatical ways,
They encourage bombing clinics in order to save.
James Kopp is a hero to them,
Allowing members to commit violence on any given whim.
Army of God marching, yet the cops are staying still,
When this group of terrorists is allowed to loot and kill.
In the name of ending abortion theyll pop out your brain,
To end homosexuality theyll bring you some pain.
Army of God marching to the clinic walls,
Army of God marching, they want to kill them all.

They are brainwashed into thinking that God is on their side,
Making sure their members anger will never reside.
Hate is their teaching, love is definitely not,
Preparing the cinders and getting them hot.
You never know when their next strike will be,
But several clinics have been hit without any mercy.
Not one investigation on this very group,
Even when most of the clinic violence is done by their troops.
Army of God marching to the clinic walls,
Army of God marching, still free to kill them all.


~ Aaron Graf




Poem #9: The Nature of the Police
Username: Aaron Graf
Author: Aaron Graf
Link:
liberalpoetry.proboards29.com/index.cgi?board=chelives&action=display&thread=1097627615




The Nature of the Police




A man was arrested and quickly turned in,
on false charges all because of the color of his skin.
Such is the nature of an American cop,
to beat down a black man in a white world and make sure not to stop.
Cuts penetrating his deep brown face,
Because a single racist cop thought he was out of place.
How can you say the badge today is not hatred's true shape?
Have you even listened to the Mark Fuhrman tapes?
When you say back the badge you're backing this man,
When you say back the badge you're backing the Klan.
There should be some form of laws or provisions,
that let these men know they cannot make these decisions.
Just remember these men and women give cops a bad name,
A good cop would let them know that they won't play their game.
The game where the pieces are divided by creed,
Where when you roll the dice you're doing a bad deed.
A good cop would not let them search an Arab head to toe,
while at the same time just patting a white man, then letting him go.
Or profiling by race for who could have committed a crime,
Causing one innocent man or woman to wind up doing time.
It won't be easy for me to trust a word that they say,
They're thugs with a badge, they're the police of today.



~ Aaron Graf






Poem #10: Autumn
Username: poetryladycat
Author: Lori Triggs
Link:
liberalpoetry.proboards29.com/index.cgi?board=savethetrees&action=display&thread=1098045223




By Lori Triggs
Copyrighted 2004

Dedication To Nature And
Environment Even David Triggs.

Autumn greens,
weathering away as
mid fall grows near.
Autumn sun,
bright ball of fire blazes the
sky in the autumn crisp air.
Autumn butterflies,
give their good byes
to go on their journey.
Autumn yellows,
bright as tulips, then fades
to mustard shade to get
ready to fade away.
Autumn wind,
wild fearsome will blow you
about that grows cold.
Autumn reds,
as vivid as summer roses
in bloom and as fire red
like a barn near their end.
Autumn birds,
singing, flying, they leave the
nest finding warmth to the south.
Autumn animals,
start hibernating not
seen not heard till spring.
Autumn rains,
misty becoming fearsome
hurricanes ripping up the
lands and waters the same.
Autumn browns,
dark, fearsome, crisp
that fades away
says good bye.
Autumn leaves,
fallen to the ground to be
swept up by the wind vanished.
Autumn holidays,
are for Halloween and
Thanksgiving to share.
Autumn snow,
here now to blanket the
ground in a wonderland.





Poem #11: Feed the Trees
Username: strangeclouds
Author: Name has not yet been disclosed
Link:
liberalpoetry.proboards29.com/index.cgi?board=savethetrees&action=display&thread=1097643847




He told me once-
Indians ate mushrooms to be more spiritual...
I thought about Indians a lot after that.
The sun beat down on my song and I,
as we sat beneath a shadeless and naked tree,
When she asked me, "What have you got there?"
I blinked, and took my "happy pill" from my mouth
and stared at it for a second.
Lifting my eyebrows, I said,
"Nothing that fucks with your brain..."
A smirk creeped across my face as my, hard-to-swallow
returned to an interrupted mouth-
to continue sucking at it's bittersweet coating.
I then watched her,
as she pursed her lips thoughtfully.
as she stared above at the outstretched bony fingers of our tree,
"I wonder what Indians did all day," she then said.
I thought about it for a moment.
"They fed trees." I replied.
Which- seemed like a good idea to me,
since all our trees now,
Seem-
Well,
So skinny...





Poem #12: Planet Earth, Beta Version
Username: KittenX
Author: Her name has not yet been disclosed
Link:
liberalpoetry.proboards29.com/index.cgi?board=savethetrees&action=display&thread=1097951437



DNA danced, leaped from edge to edge,
in the end, stuffed scarecrows with sawdust of traits
and left ancestor paw prints all over the countenance.

Sequence of circumstances stimulated
agricultural boom in the Crescent,
once self-proclaimed masters,
now reaching a point of human descent

into realization of inevitable plummet,
all because we can not admit,
that for the last thousand of years
weve been wrong at how we live.

Population, famine, wars, disease,
technology, science, missionaries,
government, economy, money, cashiers,
advancement, progress and growth spur.
Consuming all and expecting more.

We are the gods,
free to break the natural laws,
pardon our evils,
we have fundamental flaws.

But this is our price,
accept generations of lies,
for the sake of being called
civilized.


Regards,

The Team
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