Best Manifestos Poems

Mesmerizing distances circumvent
skyscrapers magnificently manifested
to the utmost degree

Diverse people dance
through escapades delight.
Manhattan Island floats

amidst extreme chaos
beyond a preponderance
of serenity's turbulence

perpetuating dreams galore.
The center of the Globe -----
The capital of the Empire ---

It draws tourists
with a flow of languages
tantalizingly surreptitious

delving into psyche manifestos
bewildered by temperance
mimicking captivity

A...

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Cooperative Feministas
are not quite so much Competitive Manifestos.

In David Holmgren's introduction to Permacultural Therapeutic Design,
he contrasts "Industrial Culture" with "Sustainable Culture"
kind of like comparing masculine LeftBrain culture
with feminist RightBrain enculturation, nurturance, resonance
over the longer-term scenaria,
rather than shorter-term dementio.

Anyway, Holmgren recognizes we could choose alternative words
for...

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I am an Alchemist, not a Manifestor - I am grateful I realized the difference. 
I would know in my mind, and wait my due time, and nothing would even be seen in the distance. 
I remembered when I created my first universe, before it...

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I have not ceased—
I have not.
The things of the past
Do not rot, do not decay,
But I have not ceased—
I have not.

Once the pitchfork's prongs
Did so deafeningly twang,
I shriveled and cowered,
And found myself prancing
With the headless chickens.

Beneath the naysayer's feet
Are six cockroaches:
One for good luck,
One to...

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Transition 

A grandson of the revolution of late 90s
The progeny bored in evolution the 21st 
Dynamic spells the prospectives of son's
Daughter's of soil. Mwana wevhu stunga.

Deep thoughts from within depths, ours
Guts inflamed by the political ulceration
From the roots of revolutionary liberties
That was spelt far from...

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The personal is political and I take the political quite personal

and please do not get me wrong because I am not one to moan

for only those taking responsibility themselves should be allowed

to criticize what the holders of power decree how they govern
			
   ...

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am the one that you corruptly and acidly destroyed I once a country of success and national prosperity hub educational champion, but you politicians ruined me. I was meant to benefit everyone living in me, you exploited me exposed me in ruin. I was the...

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Poets Escape
         by Odin Roark

How willing
This heart and mind
Absorbing pain's daily prose
Global flagellation becoming
Best sellers
Top Box-office
Google's lifeblood

Whether Syria's dismemberment
Washington's absurdity
Or Hollywood's Grand Guignol Follies
Exhausted passions and intelligence
Clutter synaptic duty
Excused as collateral damage

Everyday wars of fear
Slowly accelerate
This self-destructive...

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A prince or a cockroach,
Which is Obama?
Just watch him scuttle,
Then judge this drama.

Scuttles through leaves of Red manifestos,
Scuttles through dung of leftover leftos,
Scuttles with gangs in a big white house,
Showing the world the soul of a louse.

Well, you have to admit
There's no high drama
In watching...

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Contest: This or That, Vol 30 – 2-4-25 Sponsor: Edward Ibeh  - Title Chosen: Etched in Stone
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Etched in Stone

Two hearts glare at each other
Clutching their stone tablets
 Written by the finger of their rightness,
  Guarding the secret handshake
In single sighted delinquent tantrums
Refusing to...

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Scraping these stalemate shadows from such, buskins nails

Tracing real time read throughs signifying tragedies

Shredded in the leafed contours bin....

High rise windows overlooking the city; hedged portrayed views!?

Collosity framed upon the walls possessive panels this, epidemic of disregard

Obstinate portals; entering this burgandy carpeted elevators, going down

Stopping...

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Yesterday,
Yes. May, 1956,
The liquid black gold formed the beginning of greatness
In Oloibiri and later in the entire Niger Delta communities.
Today, we are drinking from the rivers polluted by oil spillage,
Many of us regret being a mortal in our ancestral homes,
Because of your nurtured, fertilized, and...

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The day fell at its prey since man’s first fall,
To feed poison the dragon hath lifted its head,
Men have fallen into lucrative chasm,
Many ‘succeeded’ perching on the dragon’s head,
A few ‘defeated’ chewed ‘twixt the beast’s teeth.
The ‘victory-markers’ decked themselves with stars stolen
Which ought to be...

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Fluent as a rill, that wanders silver-footed down a hill,
Their manifestos raised our burried hopes from sepulchres,
Glittering like an aigrette of stars,
We believed they were refined gold.

Indeed, they deserve our patriotism and mandate,
Wholeheartedly, we gave them,
While hoping to enjoy the dividends of democracy.
Surprisingly, it came...

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Bullets oil with blood, 

Hearts smitten with cruelty

Our minds sealed with carnage,

As we marched, for the harvest is ready

With our machetes from China,

Our ak47 from Russia,

And the Americas’ bullets we moved into their shrine

Harvesting our crops 

With tears and anguish in their faces

Our grips in...

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