Activism – Page 4 – Anne's mediocre poetry

Hero

Look through the crack and you can see her, a small brown bird- nothing fancy – with an insignificant chip to make herself known. Or perhaps you will see the eye of a rail, hiding in the rushes or hear the whinny of a sora out in the wetlands, letting you know she is thereContinue reading “Hero”

I will not change

I will not change I may get stouter, shorter, grayer, but I will not change. I may move on to other places, situations, heartaches and defeats, but I will not change. I may get lonely, crossed and overlooked – the snake may cross my path dragging me down with him, but I will not change.Continue reading “I will not change”

the jokers in charge

can go to hell this is one shrew who fights back 3/9/1982

Words

How does one live in a world of loathsome words? “Punch him in the face.” We can’t disagree with grace? “She has blood coming out of her whatever.” Grandmothers eyes roll what? Never! “I moved on her like a bitch.” Behavior of the rich? “Grab them by the pussy.” So kitty cats aren’t fussy? “IslamContinue reading “Words”

hired hand

the sweat of this peon’s brow is cleaner than the high collar of your pomp though you stomp with your foot the ants beneath you squish them dying though you crush with your fist the merest spider ideas will germinate from the smallest of worms haunt you with ultimate truth 4/21/1981

A New Year’s Eve message

The oracle says no one will steal your joy. Wise women rejoice despite the ceaseless toil. It is deep within you- kernel lit with dawn. Rise up woman, rise and name the relentless worm. He eats the earth inside, turns us mean and vile- Langston said it, time for truth and the wisdom to beContinue reading “A New Year’s Eve message”

When all the guns are buried

When all the guns are buried my face will swell like bubble gum ready to pop on a surface of lips yielding to love – dance motions. When all the uniforms are unstitched my hands will rub like wishes come true my genie smiling from that magic pot. When all the people gather to bidContinue reading “When all the guns are buried”