The fearsome sight of an armor
To an army ‘pleasing glamour,’
Now confirmed a raging rumor
Of that nice folks loathe like tumor…
A long thriving peace is over,
Bleak wars beginning to hover;
Here, right now, Soldiers’ Range Rover
Their helicopter “I’d take cover!”
For us all a jammed peace talk:
War lurks: Her trusted hunters stalk…
Great names just sent into exile
Are saying “Now time for missile!”
All of a sudden damned hostile
Men others had adjudged docile.
A great wonder Kim’s legs still carried him.
A lot in Sam’s remarks still worried him:
The Sam who’d been watching Dolly and Kim
Right from the day Kim was trapped by The Slim!
Sam’s bold comment on his adjudged folly;
His saddling of self with the cries of Dolly…
“How could one fund release to a non wife:
On hard-to-catch dollars land wanton knife?”
Some sort of magic Kim isn’t trembling
Nor rapidly glimpsing a world crumbling.
God has his heart been gingering plus gin,
Although for three weeks now badly thin…
Men there are who could cope with bad news,
The plainest truth keeps treating like some ruse.
A lot of body shifts by an inch,
While vengeful killer teeth they clench:
A prosecutor is addressing The Bench,
Concerning dastardly murder of a wench
By a whisky-soaked German French
Whom he’s sure could also in Vodka drench!
Shovel handy they could dig The Quickest Trench
And from Prosecutor A Talkative life wrench,
His tongue-less corpse for A Disgracing Stench …
And maximally in the next one hour,
They shall all Waiters for Justice devour
Between The Adjudged Sweet and The Thought Sour
All the fine bakery with its flour,
Because read they can the legible unfairness
And God so kind, sharp of awareness.
It’s long I last bowed
To the Adjudged Endowed;
Long I had vowed
To boycott any crowed
With voices irksomely loud
Or purposely proud
Which often got me cowed
Of feel “The Ploughed”
Or my peace disallowed.
The choice should be a Man’s
To idolize the Endowed
Or kick-start juicy plans
To ascend to some cloud
And from there govern The Proud
Or down throw to The Endowed
The message of “Overtaking Allowed”.
So, it’s ‘A choice to bow or not’
Depending on what you’ve got.
Water-borne diseases
Man senselessly increases
With his trembling “No”
To drinks he doesn’t know
Instead of “The firmest”
That portrays “The Dead Earnest”
Water-borne diseases
One hopelessly increases
By not taking The Certified Pure
Or with a bow declining The Impure
Between tap water adjudged pure
And liquor blissfully a lure.
Isn’t affordable to the poor
Bottled water for official tour?
Then, one always pick one up after manicure
Beating the vulgarity of A Moor
And keep declaring for The Pure
For even elixirs that cough cure …
For their not-one-not-two numbing releases
Trifle not with water-borne diseases.
The ever congratulated option
Of willing absorption
Of a blood distant,
Making it yours, the next instant…
In a court surfacing,
All official papers filling,
An affidavit swearing,
One’s honest signature endorsing,
Every bill handling
And a parent’s face wearing…
Wa-o-ow! A final elevation
To parenthood
And appropriate salivation
Over what is adjudged good;
A riddance to the worse
Through some good money from one’s purse.
It’s now a new scenery
Of oft shouted “Da-ddy and Mu-mmy!”
By some chatterbox and canary
That didn’t its beginning have in your wife’s tummy
Pleasantries no longer revolve
Round just you and your wife
For electing to brazenly involve
Another life.
A SEASON OF INDIGENCE
This drought and curse
Of hand to mouth;
An unrepentant encroachment of pauperism
Impregnating our back country
Discern,
Our bigwigs in back country
Stand aloof
While,
Season after season
Millions of Pickneys
Flourish with kwashiokor
I,
A son of the soil,
A citizen of the world
Peruse no light
At the end of the tunnel
Jet age swarmed us with gusto,
An age when birds
Learned to flutter incessantly
Criss crossing the Atlantic and Pacific oceans
Ushering in a pretence
In social change
Only to abscond
With it's tail between it's legs
Information age,
Just stirred from it's slumber
It's lazy eyes struggling to adjust
To our flickering fluorescent
Hard drive here....flash drive there.....
Mouse click left....mouse click right....
Still,
I see no light
At the end of the tunnel
Robots are now delegating affairs
Our barns are empty
Our children famished
Poverty is now an opium of humanity
Alas,
Third trimester of harbor, now in labor,
The Surgeon's predigious epidural hype
Adjudged below the belt, still born!
SHOULDA READ THE FINE PRINT
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in bygone days I did the football pools
and always hoped my X had marked the spot?
making sure that I had read all the rules
an agent did the post ere I forgot.
for years not one single problem, until
my draws came up, I had marked the right spot.
on paper, I'd won a fortune! the thrill!
sadly the agent to post had forgot".
oh yes! it went to court, I'd win I thought,
all I got, for what its worth, my stake back.
yeah! so much for rules, taking it to court.
onus, on me, to see it in the sack!
I was wrought, I had read all the rules, but
I shoulda read the fine print, adjudged, shut!
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Composed 17th January 2018
Entered in 'shoulda read the fine print' Poetry Contest, sponsored by John lawless
...And so once more I summon
this courage to write of thy frame...
Though I wonder if this time I would
not be seriously charged for libel.
Albeit the last time I spoke of thee
just like this one the very same,
I was adjudged for slander...
But still, the courage to conceal
how much it is I think of thee,
Has never found a root in my heart;
Then how could it the least grow
to take thy thoughts from me?!
It matters not what thou thinkest...
Someday thou might well understand.
"Name as many allegations in the book of law:
none of them has right over a faultless love!"
Zillion youths x-rayed when videotape unravel
the security risk, questioning people’s obligation ,
not many leaders know juvenile involvement
hoist great fellows ,excluding dangerous criminals
being adjudged .
The Old Man And the Sea
© Ben Burton 12-19-2014
"I'm troubled by the humbling plight of man's mortality"
The old man said aloud while kicking sand
"Why can't we be as timeless as the soulless, salty sea
Or even as the muddy Rio Grande
"Why must we come and go before we've barely wet a hook
And be adjudged for walking cross the pier
And yet the sea is fortified by rivulet and brook
And waves its cap for many billion years"
The old man wandered to the surf and shook an angry fist
Toward the place where sea and heaven met
"Why must I be accountable for what I can't resist
And be exposed for secrets I have kept?"
The sea like a leviathan with tempest in its wake
Did bellow out producing lightening bolts
"Oh, yes, you come and go and leave a trail of endless waste
And yet, you said yourself, I have no soul
"So give me ninety billion years and triple that times two
Is not a tick of time, you mindless lad
The day will come when I shall dry and earth will perish, too
But still, the Great Unknown will hold your hand"
What worth was my work,
If I intended to cause a hurt,
Adjudged the best still a sad loser,
Model of success is beyond any measure,
Art in blood, zeal and hard work ,
All were certain, I surely will do wonders,
Yet one similar zest, also could plunder,
Disheartened, why should anyone surrender ,
Selfish and proudly I could never be,
Will exhibit my work to only a degree,
That would not mean to crush any ego,
And that didn't make anyone feel so low,
No art in world can ever compare,
Each artist has his own unique flair,
Why call it The perfect painting?
Why not everyone painting to perfection ??
Written on 9/6/14
Sponsor- Elly wouterse
Contest- The perfect painting
Now entered for contest "Your fav old poem" by Shadow
The mother carries about her jutting womb,
pains, torments, fatigue… her daily companions.
For nine months or thereabout no one relieves her
of the bulk, and the toil attached to it.
At labour she is—oh! It’s unbearable!
If a baby girl she gives breath to,
She raises and nurtures her to her prime.
Growing and developing all her puberty signs,
she swing-walks with a serpentine gait.
Her shape becomes attraction; her face derives affection;
yet her smiles command attention and the bulges
control desire; instilling it deep into the heart.
Consequently, she is adjudged wanted,
and shall soon be cardio-captured.
Unbeknown to her, all this sends invitation to man
who already paints an imaginary picture of her.
He checks with his heart to ensure correspondence;
if it is positive, he innovates finesse to employ
in order to lure the mother away
using appreciable words,
to render her weak,
before poaching her daughter away
with promises of eternal partnership.
The mother carries about her jutting womb,
pains, torments, fatigue… her daily companions.
For nine months or thereabout no one relieves her
of the bulk, and the toil attached to it.
At labour she is—oh! It’s unbearable!
If a baby girl she gives breath to,
She raises and nurtures her to her prime.
Growing and developing all her puberty signs,
she swing-walks with a serpentine gait.
Her shape becomes attraction; her face derives affection;
yet her smiles command attention and the bulges
control desire; instilling it deep into the heart.
Consequently, she is adjudged wanted,
and shall soon be cardio-captured.
Unbeknown to her, all this sends invitation to man
who already paints an imaginary picture of her.
He checks with his heart to ensure correspondence;
if it is positive, he innovates finesse to employ
in order to lure the mother away
using appreciable words,
to render her weak,
before poaching her daughter away
with promises of eternal partnership.
I will be with you tonight,
Fondly sharing the love of your beholding sight,
Embraced meanwhile by the warmth of your absence,
Blazing passion causes me to be happy,
Distance displays disputes readily promoting a fight.
Thus conflict arouses beeping conscience,
Challenges cautiously undergone spark up our zeal,
Scattered arrangement declares the shyness of my heart,
Always adjudged is I as evidently scrappy,
True to it is our love as the mild touch of a moonlight folk tale,
My Angel; certainly our love is measurable on no earthly scale,
Fortunately I gained the love others resolved to steal,
You remain the key to unlock my passion in the illuminating darkness of a night,
Softly my heart craves for your deserved presence.
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