"We The People" An Animated Poem by annienomad-cyberpoet

"We the People" is an alternative political campaign ad. It doesn't attack anyone or make promises...it just calls citizens to task for letting the greedy and the corrupt co-opt our democracy.

 

 Written, Animated and Performed by

Sharee Anne Gorman

(annienomad-cyberpoet)

A new world is possible! 

My books may be purchased here:

http://www.thebookpatch.com/BookStore/politics-and-poetry---an-invitation-to-critical-thinking/066fead7-3add-4075-ae02-6237704eedda?isbn=9781620306710
 



"The Game" Animated Poem by Social Poet Sharee Anne Gorman (annienomad-cyberpoet)

"The Game" is a call for peace, an appeal for brotherhood over ideology and a reproach for those who have for centuries used cultural beliefs to divide and conquer the many, in order to benefit the few. 



The Game

by

Sharee Anne Gorman

(annienomad-cyberpoet)

 

 

  My books may be purchased here:
http://www.thebookpatch.com/BookStore/politics-and-poetry---an-invitation-to-critical-thinking/066fead7-3add-4075-ae02-6237704eedda?isbn=9781620306710



 

 

Re: Russell Brand's Article on Philip Seymour Hoffman's Death

 

 

Russell Brand wrote an article for The Guardian in which he addresses the tragic, pointless and untimely end to Philip Seymour Hoffman's life. You can read it here: Another Victim Of Extremely Stupid Drug Laws by Russell Brand

Russell's open letter is a passionate and unapologetic indictment of current drug laws and is buoyed by his own personal struggle with addiction and recovery.


And I agree with much of what he has to say.



Firstly, that Philip’s death was indeed, tragic and avoidable.

Secondly, that we need to de-criminalize drugs and address the ways in which addicts are perceived and treated. History has painfully illustrated the pitfalls of prohibition and common sense dictates that we are very much in need of regulations for safe access, education for proper care and compassion for understanding.

But, in tandem, I feel we should also address the condition of what Russell describes as “…the unrelenting echo of an unfulfillable void”…beyond the cause and effect of addiction.

I believe addiction isn’t just a physical/biological condition. I believe it starts when intelligent, sensitive observers seek refuge from unrelenting, meaninglessness and injustice.

Isn’t it time for an acknowledgement of the crisis of culture?

Isn't it time to recognize and reject the endless forwarding of the cult of personality, spectacle and crisis to divert human consciousness away from awareness and justice - toward complacency, inequality and resignation?

It’s time to identify the real enemy. The Masters of Diversion and Misdirection - the owners, the oppressors and the geopolitical planners.

It’s time to call these entities out. It's time to call them what they are...the architects of power, the engineers of economic inequality and the perpetrators of social injustice. 

If not now...when?


***About***

it’s not about the bulge in his pants
or, the rose beneath her lace
it’s not about the property lines
or, lovers losing face
it’s not about who’s right or wrong
or, who will win the case
it’s about the roles we play
and the lies we’re told
that keep us in our place
those who print the money
rule by phones without a trace…
while poets
vainly soliloquize
on the lack of human grace


©2005shareeannegorman


At least, that's the way it seems to me,

annienomad-cyberpoet
http://annienomad.com

Conscience (I Apply Scar Gel) A Poem by annienomad-cyberpoet

When the world does not reflect the tenets of its own rhetoric and life is lost in resisting the internalization of the disconnect...the mind will start to eat itself.

You start to feel that in seeing beyond the mind-control, in collapsing beneath the weight of what lies behind the curtain, in not embracing the automatic life...that you have done something wrong.



Conscience

(Apply Scar Gel)

Morning comes

feed the cat

wash the dishes

make the bed

apply scar gel

to pulse points,

like an exotic

oil of essence.

Sugar wants a nap

Evening comes

feed the cat

wash the dishes

unmake the bed

apply dreams

like scar gel

to the pulse points
of conscience.

3/26/13

by
Sharee Anne Gorman
(annienomad-cyberpoet)

©2013shareeannegorman

 



The Crafting - A Poem by annienomad-cyberpoet

 

The Crafting

 

 

My chalice for filling,

with wine for the wedding.

Heat searing the course

in the craft of our melding.

 

Aged-leather for binding,

the creature still raging.

Horns worn from uncoupling

the craft of forgiving.

 

Soft pillows for muffling

the screams of unlocking

potential from chaos.
 

The craft of life's longing.

 

Love waits for the day

when illusion gives way.

And hearts are thrown wide

to the child lost inside...

 

Who remembers the dreams

and keeps them alive,

for the ones who survive...
 

The long night of

the crafting.
 

 

3/12/2013
 

 

©2013shareeannegorman
http://annienomad.com

 

 

 



Open Letter: Keystone XL ("Failure" a poem by annienomad-cyberpoet)

Open Letter to President Obama, Secretary of State Kerry, Canadian Foreign Affairs Minister John Baird and Congress…

...especially...

Max Baucus (D-Mont.)

John Hoeven (R-N.D.)

Senate Minority Leader Mitch McConnell (R-Ky.)

Sen. Mark Begich (D-Alaska)

John Barrasso (R-Wyo.)

Joe Donnelly (D-Ind.)

John Boozman (R-Ark.)

Kay Hagan (D- N.C.)

John Cornyn (R-Texas)

Heidi Heitkamp (D-N.D.)

Orrin Hatch (R-Utah)

Mary Landrieu (D-La.)

Lisa Murkowski (R-Alaska)

Joe Manchin (D-W.Va.)

Rob Portman (R-Ohio)

Mark Pryor (D-Ark.)

Jeff Sessions (R-Ala.)

Jon Tester (D-Mont.)

David Vitter (R-La.)

Mark Warner (D-Va.)

"Failure"

by Sharee Anne Gorman
(annienomad-cyberpoet)

To defy authority

and the measure of its success. 

To embrace uniqueness

in a moment of clarity. 

To inhabit a land

without depleting its resources. 

To love a mate

and not take your fill on the side. 

To run for office

only to choose the People over Power. 

To understand,

that the only way to “win”

is to simply not play the game. 

2/26/2013 

©2013shareeannegorman

annienomad-cyberpoet

It appears more and more that in the halls of Congress, "success" is measured by what those in positions of power seek to exploit...but I reject that measure of success.

Tar Sands oil, and the mechanisms of its extraction, are toxic. Period. 

Whatever your rationales are: whether it is commerce and profit, energy supremacy and/or some death chess game with China…you have lost your way. Your strategies are NOT worth poisoning your people and the land that you and I are charged with protecting. 

EVOLUTION means MOVING FORWARD when we have DEVELOPED THE TECHNOLOGY to do so...for the BENEFIT of (and to PROTECT the FATE of) mankind.  

Fossil fuels are dead. And so too are our children if we do not acknowledge that wind, sun and steam are alive, renewable, easily harnessed and non-toxic. 

Stop digging in the ground and embrace the sky. Elevate us out of the hole you have dug us into. 

If this deal goes through I’m afraid we, the people, must insist that you change your job description from Civil Servants to Civil Sell-Outs. 

But don’t listen to me. 

I’m just...a failure.

At least, that's the way it seems to me...

annienomad-cyberpoet 

"Vigil" A Poem of American Crisis by annienomad-cyberpoet

"Vigil" 
A Poem of American Crisis

by

Sharee Anne Gorman

(annienomad-cyberpoet)

 rows of cameras roll
in silent running
 

recording for posterity
the scattered points of light

clustering steadily into pools

of brightly-lit umbrellas

unintended Chinese lanterns

gathered in grief

feeling very much the intruders

news crews bear witness to

a community in shock

humbled and shaken

they shiver at the sight of

orphaned parents protecting

the fragile flames of their
dwindling, yet somehow eternal,

remembrance candles

sodden handkerchiefs

are folded and refolded

by owners searching desperately

for an unused corner to dry

chapped and moistened cheeks

sleeves serve almost as well
for the less prepared

while those who stand
stone-faced and stubborn

leave tears to find
their own course

numbly offering up body salts

to the soggy ground beneath

unsteady feet

we’ve stopped asking “why”

"why" has lost all meaning

but the words “enough”
and “no more”

are quickly gaining
ground

we don’t care anymore

if it’s the guns,

the video games,

the horror movies

...or the meds...

those are just the symptoms of

an over-sold

and misspent culture

...we just want it to stop...

to understand the

reflection in this mirror

of our collective conscience

...the mirror to our madness...

a reflection that has become

...a vigil...

in its own right

12/17/12 

©2012shareeannegorman
http://annienomad.com

Alone With It...a poem by annienomad-cyberpoet

 

 

Alone With It
(by annienomad-cyberpoet)

When you’ve searched for a truth

that cannot be found

And life has forced your feet

back on the ground


Or you find out the hard way

that love isn’t a get

And your gambler’s heart

has lost its bet


These are the tears we finally shed

when we find ourselves

at last

…alone with it


Some reach for the sky

and snag the gold

Choosing to put their whole lives

on hold


Grabbing the prize

for which they were meant

Only to find later they’re

…alone with it


Some of us falter

ashamed and afraid

Fear has a price

the forgotten have paid


But there’s a truth in the lie

which we must not forget

Love means

you’ll never again be

…alone with it

 

11/8/12

©2012shareeannegorman
 

 



Scream A Scream of Love - a poem inspired by the documentary "Half the Sky"

Half the Sky

(click here to buy the book)

This is a poem I wrote inspired by the plight of women

as depicted in Half the Sky

by

Nicholas D. Kristof and Sheryl WuDunn

Scream A Scream of Love 

by Sharee Anne Gorman

annienomad-cyberpoet

My body lies bruised

lies broken

but my wounded heart still beats

it tells me I'm still breathing

it keeps the rhythm of my dreams.

I dream of voices

soft and gentle

of safe and loving arms

of laughter and contentment

of a world that's free of harm.

To feel the hands of kindness

I will lift my body up.

I will fill my lungs with purpose

to scream a scream of love.

A scream to shatter darkness

to call the broken home.

To build a place where we are free

and no one dies alone.

Many bodies bruised and broken

but our wounded heart still beats

it tells us we’re still breathing

it keeps the rhythm

of our dreams...

©10/02/12shareeannegorman

Thank you Nicholas and Sheryl (and everyone that was involved with this documentary) for showing the plight of vulnerable women and children around the world and for highlighting the incredible strength women posses to heal themselves and the world around them.

Peace By Webcam Project

Announcing the 
Peace By Webcam

Project!!!

If you would like to participate in the Peace by Webcam project please go to annienomad's youtube video then tape a reading of "Un-Cry the Call" on your webcam and upload it as a video response! 

Help spread World Peace from your desktop!!

Hold up a photo that you feel best illustrates the horrors of war. 
And record a reading of this poem.

Lets spread the message that war is barbaric. 

"Un-Cry the Call"
(by annienomad-cyberpoet)

Un-drop the cluster bombs

Un-shoot the smuggled guns

Un-bury the abandoned dead

Teach the Joys of Life instead!

Un-orphan the starving child

Un-rape the innocence

Un-shed a people’s tears

Love, transform our ancient fears!

Un-breathe the dying breath

Un-make the Gods of selfless death

Un-mop the countless bloodied floors

Un-cry the call to War!

©shareeannegorman2008

"Un-Cry the Call" A poem by annienomad-cyberpoet

"Un-Cry the Call"

(by annienomad-cyberpoet)

Un-drop the cluster bombs

Un-shoot the smuggled guns

Un-bury the abandoned dead

Teach the Joys of Life instead!

Un-orphan the starving child

Un-rape the innocence

Un-shed a people’s tears

Love, transform our ancient fears!

Un-breathe the dying breath

Un-make the Gods of selfless death

Un-mop the countless bloodied floors

Un-cry the Call to War!

©shareeannegorman2008