Post by Aaron Graf on Sept 6, 2004 2:07:28 GMT -5
Yes once again I must start up on the weekly newsletter for the poems of
conscience. It's a great thing that we have had a stable level of new
poems posted here but we will need new members and new poems in order to
keep the site up to date. We only have 23 members at this time so we
need as many as we can to get this site working properly. This is the
3rd week starting today and I'm proud to have all my members here, but
please encourage friends and family to join the site so we can get this
thing going.
Poem #1: Pictures of Casualties
Author: G. Delmar Ratliff
Username: G. Delmar Ratliff
Link:
liberalpoetry.proboards29.com/index.cgi?board=downwithbush&action=display&thread=1094350509
Pictures Of Casualties
faces blank, the names all change.
faceless, blank as death,
the fixed smiles pile high enough to touch
the face of GOD.
in these squares of emotion
sticks the lost souls of wonderers.
their devotions admire.
medals rest, placed over coffins
with finesse and a time.
their green white and blue suits standardize
with the relief of at ease.
the lands give into themselves,
clear seas break away,
the dead dust settlespicturesque.
G. Delmar Ratliff
Poem #2: The City is Silent, The City is Still
Author: She wishes her name not be disclosed
Username: xbrokenxchildx
Link:
liberalpoetry.proboards29.com/index.cgi?board=downwithbush&action=display&thread=1094076173
The black fog engulfed the city night in its casket. Air so tight,
hearts would pulsate quicker and quicker. The city was silent. The city
was still. The only sounds were were the tears of mourning plummeting
into the ground. A mother weeps and hold her children tightly while the
father is out there...somewhere. All of this rampant chaos has turned
civilians against civilians. Across the roads and land the scent of the
deceased and decayed flesh was unescapable. The city is quiet the city
was still. BANG! A thunderous earshattering sound excavates into the
night. There is chaos and screaming. Loud bellows and rising rings of
fire. The air in unbreathable and people are running a muck. No one is
safe anymore. All hope for survival has ceased to be. A child cries in
the dead of night, gripping to its slaughtered mothers hand. Suddenly,
it stops. The city is quiet, the city is still. The sounds of heavy
breathes slowly capsize. Silence. The families return to the remains of
the!
ir homes and hold their families tightly. It is just another night in
Baghdad, Iraq. Where the city is silent. The city is still
Poem #3: The Truth Trampled by the Silent Scream
Author: Aaron Graf
Username: Aaron Graf
Link:
liberalpoetry.proboards29.com/index.cgi?board=keepabortionlegal&action=display&thread=1094183583&start=0
The Truth Trampled by the Silent Scream
It speaks about abortion in negative ways,
With peoples emotions, games will be played.
It claims at 12 weeks a fetus can feel pain,
But there is no cerebral cortex yet inside of its brain.
It claims at 12 weeks the fetus emits a scream,
But its lungs arent developed enough to do anything it seems.
Nathanson claims late-term abortion is done 4,000 times a day,
When its only done 389 times daily is what he wont say.
To top it all off that was before the 1st Late-term ban,
Lies in the film were told for its anti-choice plan.
No ending to the lies in that film it will seem,
Bernard Nathanson trampled the truth while narrating The Silent Scream.
They used ultrasonography to target the scream inside the mothers womb,
But the tape was intentionally slowed down then sped up while they
called a clinic a tomb.
Why would a movement have ever relied
On a film that was telling half-truths and several heinous lies?
Because the anti-choice movement is based on a lack of compassion and
the exploitation of anger,
Because their foolish goal ends up with women using coathangers.
So to Bernard Nathanson there is one thing I say to you,
Is that I will work to show the backwards lies in all that you say and
do.
Because you wont back down to me it may seem,
You trampled the truth while narrating The Silent Scream.
~ Aaron Graf
Poem #4: The Nightmare on Christmas: Nuclear Winter
Author: Aaron Graf
Username: Aaron Graf
Link:
liberalpoetry.proboards29.com/index.cgi?board=nomorenukes&action=display&thread=1094013375
The Nightmare on Christmas: Nuclear Winter
Late one night there arose such a clatter.
I sprang from my bed to see what was the matter.
Bombs were dropping all over my neighborhood,
Destroying all in their path, if it be bad or be good.
With ma in her kerchief and I in my cap,
Had thought we could settle down for our long winters nap.
When all of a sudden a great plane did fly,
Dropping a gigantic bomb out of the sky.
I saw those outside its blast as they would run and flee,
Because one power-hungry man just couldnt see
The price of his power with no one electing or debating,
Not realizing the horrors of his bombs killing and radiating.
You can give all your thanks to these right wing spinners,
Because what they called good defense is our nuclear winter.
The problem of this season is that it will never end,
Although we could have prevented it, if we gave up our nuclear trend.
The world is now starving, when it could have been fed.
The world was once living, but now nearly all dead.
The whole world is speaking, but I still cant hear a word,
The whole world is suffering, but their plight goes unheard.
The world is suffocating but not given clean air,
Our unity has been broken, but now beyond all repair.
The soil cant be tilled even in the heat of the day,
And if we slake our thirst it is our life we pay.
The air we breathe is poison, destroying our lungs,
Only the strongest can survive so we abandon our young.
For a whole twenty miles all life has been erased,
The insulting, high price of what was once the Arms Race.
Its 120 degrees, yet its late in December,
History repeating itself but now its too late to remember.
Christmas Eve in our city, in every street and every house,
Not a creature was living, not even a mouse.
So the outcome of this war show neither as winners,
The end of a peaceful summer, is the start of a Nuclear Winter.
~ Aaron Graf
Poem #5: What is Religion?
Author: Sarah A. Wilson
Username: BrokenSoul
Link:
liberalpoetry.proboards29.com/index.cgi?board=deathtopatrobertson&action=display&thread=1094062842
What is religion?
A shield against the harsh reality?
An excuse to commit crimes?
Or maybe its just some lame hobby that boring people need
Religion,
God is weaker then the Devil,
God doesnt exist, the Devil does.
Is that my belief?,
I like the Devil,
He knows reality, he is reality,
Nothing comes for free, everything has a price.
You want my belief?
What is it in for me?
But just torturous lectures about shit Ive already heard about before,
A life full of looks of disgust,
Because the mistakes Ive made is nothing they can help me clean.
I was once a mother,
And a sinner in the same week.
A long term anti-Christ,
And an angel on the same page.
My soul is stained with hate and anger.
I dont understand,
One religion cant be stronger then the other, can it?
All religions are the same; its all about God and following a set of
rules.
So why all the bloodshed and name callings?
I make choices because I think its the best for myself.
I am selfish, and so are you and every single religious believer.
You believe because you want the best of life,
Is that not selfish? You do good to get to heaven.
Thats selfish,
Take advantage of someone elses suffering just so you can end up in
heaven.
Hate me, kill me, and criticize me,
I dont care,
In the end were just all going to be dead,
Drowning in sorrow because of the mistakes you make.
What is religion but a barrier to prevent the truth?
* Sarah A Wilson
Poem #6: Your God
Author: Name not exposed yet
Username: Glacian
Link:
liberalpoetry.proboards29.com/index.cgi?board=deathtopatrobertson&action=display&thread=1093676413
Fuck your god
your lord's a thief
who steals our souls
and basks in grief
Fuck your christ
your false martyr
who demands servitude
our souls to barter
Fuck your lord
a demon masked
who dooms us to life
but never asked
Thanks to all for posting and reading the poems of the people at this
forum. And thank you for taking the time to read this email.
Regards,
The Team
liberalpoetry.proboards29.com/index.cgi
conscience. It's a great thing that we have had a stable level of new
poems posted here but we will need new members and new poems in order to
keep the site up to date. We only have 23 members at this time so we
need as many as we can to get this site working properly. This is the
3rd week starting today and I'm proud to have all my members here, but
please encourage friends and family to join the site so we can get this
thing going.
Poem #1: Pictures of Casualties
Author: G. Delmar Ratliff
Username: G. Delmar Ratliff
Link:
liberalpoetry.proboards29.com/index.cgi?board=downwithbush&action=display&thread=1094350509
Pictures Of Casualties
faces blank, the names all change.
faceless, blank as death,
the fixed smiles pile high enough to touch
the face of GOD.
in these squares of emotion
sticks the lost souls of wonderers.
their devotions admire.
medals rest, placed over coffins
with finesse and a time.
their green white and blue suits standardize
with the relief of at ease.
the lands give into themselves,
clear seas break away,
the dead dust settlespicturesque.
G. Delmar Ratliff
Poem #2: The City is Silent, The City is Still
Author: She wishes her name not be disclosed
Username: xbrokenxchildx
Link:
liberalpoetry.proboards29.com/index.cgi?board=downwithbush&action=display&thread=1094076173
The black fog engulfed the city night in its casket. Air so tight,
hearts would pulsate quicker and quicker. The city was silent. The city
was still. The only sounds were were the tears of mourning plummeting
into the ground. A mother weeps and hold her children tightly while the
father is out there...somewhere. All of this rampant chaos has turned
civilians against civilians. Across the roads and land the scent of the
deceased and decayed flesh was unescapable. The city is quiet the city
was still. BANG! A thunderous earshattering sound excavates into the
night. There is chaos and screaming. Loud bellows and rising rings of
fire. The air in unbreathable and people are running a muck. No one is
safe anymore. All hope for survival has ceased to be. A child cries in
the dead of night, gripping to its slaughtered mothers hand. Suddenly,
it stops. The city is quiet, the city is still. The sounds of heavy
breathes slowly capsize. Silence. The families return to the remains of
the!
ir homes and hold their families tightly. It is just another night in
Baghdad, Iraq. Where the city is silent. The city is still
Poem #3: The Truth Trampled by the Silent Scream
Author: Aaron Graf
Username: Aaron Graf
Link:
liberalpoetry.proboards29.com/index.cgi?board=keepabortionlegal&action=display&thread=1094183583&start=0
The Truth Trampled by the Silent Scream
It speaks about abortion in negative ways,
With peoples emotions, games will be played.
It claims at 12 weeks a fetus can feel pain,
But there is no cerebral cortex yet inside of its brain.
It claims at 12 weeks the fetus emits a scream,
But its lungs arent developed enough to do anything it seems.
Nathanson claims late-term abortion is done 4,000 times a day,
When its only done 389 times daily is what he wont say.
To top it all off that was before the 1st Late-term ban,
Lies in the film were told for its anti-choice plan.
No ending to the lies in that film it will seem,
Bernard Nathanson trampled the truth while narrating The Silent Scream.
They used ultrasonography to target the scream inside the mothers womb,
But the tape was intentionally slowed down then sped up while they
called a clinic a tomb.
Why would a movement have ever relied
On a film that was telling half-truths and several heinous lies?
Because the anti-choice movement is based on a lack of compassion and
the exploitation of anger,
Because their foolish goal ends up with women using coathangers.
So to Bernard Nathanson there is one thing I say to you,
Is that I will work to show the backwards lies in all that you say and
do.
Because you wont back down to me it may seem,
You trampled the truth while narrating The Silent Scream.
~ Aaron Graf
Poem #4: The Nightmare on Christmas: Nuclear Winter
Author: Aaron Graf
Username: Aaron Graf
Link:
liberalpoetry.proboards29.com/index.cgi?board=nomorenukes&action=display&thread=1094013375
The Nightmare on Christmas: Nuclear Winter
Late one night there arose such a clatter.
I sprang from my bed to see what was the matter.
Bombs were dropping all over my neighborhood,
Destroying all in their path, if it be bad or be good.
With ma in her kerchief and I in my cap,
Had thought we could settle down for our long winters nap.
When all of a sudden a great plane did fly,
Dropping a gigantic bomb out of the sky.
I saw those outside its blast as they would run and flee,
Because one power-hungry man just couldnt see
The price of his power with no one electing or debating,
Not realizing the horrors of his bombs killing and radiating.
You can give all your thanks to these right wing spinners,
Because what they called good defense is our nuclear winter.
The problem of this season is that it will never end,
Although we could have prevented it, if we gave up our nuclear trend.
The world is now starving, when it could have been fed.
The world was once living, but now nearly all dead.
The whole world is speaking, but I still cant hear a word,
The whole world is suffering, but their plight goes unheard.
The world is suffocating but not given clean air,
Our unity has been broken, but now beyond all repair.
The soil cant be tilled even in the heat of the day,
And if we slake our thirst it is our life we pay.
The air we breathe is poison, destroying our lungs,
Only the strongest can survive so we abandon our young.
For a whole twenty miles all life has been erased,
The insulting, high price of what was once the Arms Race.
Its 120 degrees, yet its late in December,
History repeating itself but now its too late to remember.
Christmas Eve in our city, in every street and every house,
Not a creature was living, not even a mouse.
So the outcome of this war show neither as winners,
The end of a peaceful summer, is the start of a Nuclear Winter.
~ Aaron Graf
Poem #5: What is Religion?
Author: Sarah A. Wilson
Username: BrokenSoul
Link:
liberalpoetry.proboards29.com/index.cgi?board=deathtopatrobertson&action=display&thread=1094062842
What is religion?
A shield against the harsh reality?
An excuse to commit crimes?
Or maybe its just some lame hobby that boring people need
Religion,
God is weaker then the Devil,
God doesnt exist, the Devil does.
Is that my belief?,
I like the Devil,
He knows reality, he is reality,
Nothing comes for free, everything has a price.
You want my belief?
What is it in for me?
But just torturous lectures about shit Ive already heard about before,
A life full of looks of disgust,
Because the mistakes Ive made is nothing they can help me clean.
I was once a mother,
And a sinner in the same week.
A long term anti-Christ,
And an angel on the same page.
My soul is stained with hate and anger.
I dont understand,
One religion cant be stronger then the other, can it?
All religions are the same; its all about God and following a set of
rules.
So why all the bloodshed and name callings?
I make choices because I think its the best for myself.
I am selfish, and so are you and every single religious believer.
You believe because you want the best of life,
Is that not selfish? You do good to get to heaven.
Thats selfish,
Take advantage of someone elses suffering just so you can end up in
heaven.
Hate me, kill me, and criticize me,
I dont care,
In the end were just all going to be dead,
Drowning in sorrow because of the mistakes you make.
What is religion but a barrier to prevent the truth?
* Sarah A Wilson
Poem #6: Your God
Author: Name not exposed yet
Username: Glacian
Link:
liberalpoetry.proboards29.com/index.cgi?board=deathtopatrobertson&action=display&thread=1093676413
Fuck your god
your lord's a thief
who steals our souls
and basks in grief
Fuck your christ
your false martyr
who demands servitude
our souls to barter
Fuck your lord
a demon masked
who dooms us to life
but never asked
Thanks to all for posting and reading the poems of the people at this
forum. And thank you for taking the time to read this email.
Regards,
The Team
liberalpoetry.proboards29.com/index.cgi