The Million Dollar Poetry Project

to me it’s not a popularity contest

by Wolfgang Nibori

an erruption of bold and vibrant spirit, spraying colors across
a dark ceiling of far off stars burning cold and lonely
boom after thunderous boom of declarations of individuality
coming together as a glowing palette to prove that even differences
often compliment their own polar opposites
a night sky stretched over a wide land rich with promise
a land scarred by the same troubles as anywhere else
a land rich in the fundamental building blocks of civilization
this place where the sky’s become a gateway to worlds unseen
where we worship the same ladder we work to uphold
some of us climb, some of us crash, many of us do both
for all the ugly scars to be expected, all the clear faults
i know of no place else i’d rather stand at stare up
at the neon announcement that our hope yet refuses to die!

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up our sleeves

by Wolfgang Nibori

never have i been troubled by my own fervent support of my people
never have i questioned the value of the soil i live from
while politics pollute everything, patriotism isn’t measured in votes
nor contributions, nor salutes, nor bumper stickers and jazzy slogans
patriotism cannot be seen for it exists within our flesh shells
patriotism remains the intangible drive to defend not land, but people
in its mature form its a deep realization that death beats slavery
without firearms, we have hands and we have voices and our own plans
a spirit can be derided, downplayed, mocked and totally disregarded
yet no force on Earth can conquer spirit, human or otherwise
when all else fails it’s our true Ace in the Hole

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scribble scrabble

by Wolfgang Nibori

young hardbodies glint in summer sunshine
busy scrambling from park to park
then hiding down in secret cracks when the big ones thunder over
curious and new to everything, starving to learn our tricks
cautious to avoid mistakes that crush the lesser learned
growing stronger, flying longer and increasing home range
as all the newly hatched do, these insects plan to reproduce

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please recycle

by Wolfgang Nibori

harlequin, the danger sign, specific in its menace
formed from sharp divisions, jagged hatred lines
spreading apart worlds otherwise to overlap
drawing tight the noose around encrusted necks
stringing up each generation, left to swing, to hang
causing questions to transform into debates
rising red against blank space, yet voices peppered
ringing out, to knock the two tone giant down
cut it up to jigsaw make, different versions, same old shape

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check your baggage before we depart

by Wolfgang Nibori

consider this my ode to diversity, pretend it’s needed
with so many strains of ethnicity sewn into our global sheath
endless schemes of mindset, identity, characterization
selling each by the bagful at the intellectual check-out stand
cross-pollinating metropolis brimming, swimming in living variables
all of us adding a new stripe to our ever expanding rainbow
at what point do we drop diversity as a concept
so we may see individuals rather than lumps of similarity?
i look forward to that future dawn of prime wisdom rising
allowing us to see more than shadows and shapes, to see the unique
that even the twins among us never can be complete clones
that clones, in the end, remain utopian impossibilities

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McPeople

by Wolfgang Nibori

broken simulations of the human mind we’ve come to call systems
creating a mass logic by which we organize ourselves
into scams of alleged order that a properly motivated theif
flicks open quicker than a simple lock picked by expertise
crafting endless variants of hierarchal irrelevance
following like stunned cows down the chute to slaughter
each of us ending up between buns hiding under pickles

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