Resistance Poetry 2020.08
Sometime in August, the Medium odometer for the tag “Resistance Poetry” rolled over to 3000. I can’t say that all poems so tagged were published in RP or which one tipped the counter. But, that’s a lot of verse as commentary out there, and I want to thank all the poets who are using their voices to comment on culture and world events.
When I was growing up, musicians and songwriters were the people penning resistance poetry, their views seeping into my split-level suburbia through the radio, opening my mind to a larger reality.
Given the state of the world, I’ve been disappointed in the general lack of push back-from today’s lyricists, especially headliners.
And then this:
Is there someone missing?
The man on telly said we could go out now But only if we promised to be good We can go to pubs, shops, cafés, cinemas…
Jessica Lee McMillan (8/20)
Out there. Somewhere, out there —past the traffic lights on the corner of the Zeitgeist. Past the public house, where…
future, it becoming my pulse as it echoes through my limbs with rhythmic ease, like a butcher, it lets my teardrops…
Saints and Sinners
I’m done with these prosperity preachers that the TV keeps airing as teachers. They wonder why it’s rare that They…
Why did you even start a family? Look me in the eye when you answer me. You’re part of the reason these demons dance…
Necessary. Evil. As if someone’s world cannot exist without it. As in the opposite of unnecessary goodness, which…
The Survivors Of 2070 Plant A Dream
That man with the hair,Who was that guy? His name heard so much — we would laugh till we cried
He stands on the banks of Chesapeake Bay, this boy, this slave, tormented and terrified by the sight of vessels robed…
I Just Subsist... ..!
You were so far away to me, I was abolished I was wild in deserts Strange Days and nights, I was like a stone No…
Peace In A Blender
On the street I follow dogs Variety packs of fur-soaked and zig zagging parallelograms We cut through spiritually dense…
4:02 PM I’m drinking 3-D printed well water while A loan-less new ager is Blowing smoke in spins my way, but the Lines…
Grief and Praise
Everything has its time And then it ends Blown away into the dust Of memory If that
Maybe I should start charging/Maybe I should shut up
Anti-racist work can be done anywhere, anytime.
When my grandfather was dying He kept asking to talk to Simon Peter Eventually he couldn't say anything else at all…
I knew a hanging judge in Texas Who put himself on trial And handed down the sentence To defendant’s eerie smile
Most men sit in jungle dark With long-haired sweat Naked and flexed Waiting for the enemy A pouncing beast A cobra’s…