human folly poems

Funny | Haris Adhikari

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Funny, how people pop up
in disguise, or in infatuation, following
to find a fault or two, pasting
honeycombs
on the virtual cliff of today’s culture.
Funny further
how plastic hearts
pulsate life into
moments of wide grins, either by grinning
on the doorway, leaning
a nubile body, revealing
the interior– posh empty
sofa, chair, money plant, erotic
painting lookin’ down
at the empty glass on the table– or by
coming to a long, long emotional appeal,
telling a story of a stranded,
exotic princess in exile, asking
to be an abetter, to send a few
hundred dollars, for some ‘technical reasons’,
to get the royal treasures back– or by conning
into giving your account number
for some unknown American lottery you’ve won!
Who are these people? Don’t they have
any other work to do? Funny,
funny even for a thought!
Om Mani Padme Hum!

More at http://madswirl.com/author/hadhikar/.

The World as It Is | Janice Murray

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So now we have
To not think about
Anyone else and
Leave all these
Poor souls to
Fend for themselves
In a state of complete
Desperation.
We can’t let this happen,
We can do better,
This is not the only
Version of this world
We can create.

What Grows in Our Meta-Greenhouse | Amanda N. Butler

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Did you know that
–dandelions grow through lava, laughing
in tongues of wildflower flame?
–crabgrass grows through melted ice,
sprouting in waves of crustacean corpses
and spouting skyscrapers?
–pipes grow through bones?
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More at http://arsamandica.wordpress.com/.

2050 | Chris Byrne

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We’re a greedy bunch
Never know when
Enough is enough
Obsessed with
Materialism
Having the latest
All that matters
No thought
Of human
Emotion.

Green Hills | Malcolm Gould

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From the top of those steep sloping green hills
they sat relaxed on horseback to marvel
in awe at the natural beauty of unspoilt land
uncorrupted by the destruction of progress
taking away the virginity of the landscape
where creatures safely interacted unharmed
by callous hands in pursuit of their immoral gain
the countryside balance they did not maintain.
With no tall grotesque buildings to sully the view
nor chimneys from factories regularly
spewing more deadly toxins to choke our lungs
above air clear from human impregnation
from more suspected elements of depopulation
weather harsh but the seasons defined
there before pollution and technology encased
our lives and the nightmare future to face.

More at http://www.malctg.wordpress.com.

Capital Steps | Judy Moskowitz

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Let me walk you
down the long
dark hallway
where voices are muffled
caught in their throat
diminishing a human being
crushing faith with a warning
let me walk you
up the hill where the powerful
flex their muscles
wearing thousand dollar suits
alligator shoes
above suspicion
let me walk you
through a conscience
in a deep state of sleep
undressed for the world to see
a time bomb exploding
and the world goes round and round

Brainwashed | Blanca Alicia Garza

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Our beautiful world is
tumbling, falling apart
We’re destroying it
with hatred and beliefs
We’re living with fear
even to turn on the TV
to find just bad news there
and meaningless advertising
Poison in our food
New diseases
But fewer cures
Where the clowns now
wear suits and ties
wanting to rule the world
And justice has
closed its eyes.

Season of Rage | Rising of the Sun

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around the corner
i saw it
the ransome of death
the tales of evil
the youngman
strong and vibrant
he strive for power
the power fade-off
the two half-brothers
bloodshedding combat
they both end up in killing
the youngman
she fell inlove
a beautiful maiden
from a rich family
she fell
she cried
the firmament heard
he teased her with love
she cried when it appears
how easily she fell
she cursed for love
the love bring loss
can curse bring love?
eye to eye
he geared up
on his feet
he killed the fools
since they want the money
country rulers with there act
all there fight
evil smelt out of the cars
the riffles and black axe
in the night
the hawk
they sniff out black cloud
they die all young
the youngs all dies
they crave for money firmly
they die and end with no smiles
father of murderers
the curse
makes a rail
of destruction
and obstruction
they shower tension
it kills
they mount on fear
it kills instantly
time to stand for what is right
everything is a season
never hate
if you do
you may end up in grave

*Love*

Shame | Dan Tindall

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The stories we invent to explain
The make-believe and
Ritual slaughter and so
Atone for killing
The living and breathing
Another chapter in
The lie of the glory of war
Leaves us worthless
Slow to share
Quick to murder

More at http://www.dantindall.com.

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