Best Activates Poems
She ran away,
Into the night,
Alone and sad.
They saw her,
Watched, then approached,
Offered her kindness.
She felt safe,
With innocent trust
She accepted friendship,
Went with them,
Believed in goodness.
They beat her.
Force fed drugs,
Imprisoned, bound, gagged.
Trapped and scared
She wet herself.
Men came in
Violated, ravished, despoiled.
Screaming in pain,
Hungry and cold.
The abuse continued,
Day after day
Death threats delivered.
Family and friends
Search and appeal.
Police examine evidence.
Twelve hour shifts
In sexual slavery,
No possible escape,
Branded by ink.
Feelings of repugnance
She covets death.
A tip off
Activates Police raid.
They find her,
Bruised, petrified, vacant.
Inside a cage,
Blemished, defiled, impure.
Reunited with family,
Striving for normality,
An uphill climb.
Courage and tenacity
Needed for survival.
Guilty and impure.
Never again to
Be a child.
7th March 2017
Alliteration always astounds audiences and activates all to applause.
December 10,2015
For one liner 5 contest
sponsored by Silent One
2nd Place
Memory Jam
I came in here for something!
Don’t know what it was,
I know that it’s important,
It must have been because
I’ve brought my handbag with me,
Why would I do that?
Unless I’m just not going
But really coming back.
As I’m here, I’ll check to see
If I need to shop tea,
‘Oh my lord’ what’s that in there
I don’t eat that rubbish!
Wait, yes, perhaps I do,
Or was it left in there for you,
I just don’t remember.
I’m tired, I think I’ll take a nap,
Get some sleep and see if that
Activates my brain cells.
Now, where exactly was my room?
It must be round here somewhere!
I don’t recognise this hall,
This carpet or these painted walls,
It’s not my house I’m stood in!!!!!
It’s stuck in time, this brain of mine,
No longer am I able
To function as I once had done,
And scared of how I will become
So very lost and feeble,
I’m not there yet, I still have time
To fight this cruel disease,
But I can’t win, so now I ask,
Will you help me, please!
Viewing pornographic images is offensive,activates sexual desires and inflame them !
Who is he that watches for the light of the night that will span the sky to lighten the earth
and partakes in the stillness of silence which precedes the arrival of natures shadows that
will stand down and observe the restoration of dawn.
A sounds cape of night’s imagery with magical interludes will entertain prior to the enchanting forest
musical suite composed by the choral sounds of birds that relish the oneness of solitude and freedom.
Not from near but from a distance one can hear the calling of the loons which echoes across the
pond in attempt to allure a mate which activates others to do so and begin their ensemble.
When the moon desires to frolic and wants to view the feature that nature presents, it will cast its nightlight upon the basin of the terrain where by the characters perform their dance and sing in harmony.
Perhaps one may be fortunate to hear a repertoire of nightingales, but it is the most fortunate one to have heard the great horned owl …that is who!
Found the G.E.C.K and a genius super mutant named Fawkes
It's the lone wanderer, were their truly any doubts
On his way back, the enclave stun him cold
It's the lone wanderer, they must truly be bold
He wakes up to the face of the man that murdered his father and his dream
The lone wanders promises to severe the head from this fiend
They made a mistake and set him free
He lets off some steam and goes on a killing spree
Hoping to find the fiend, instead he finds a computer
It claimed to be president Eden, the leader of the future
The lone wanderer couldn't believe the stupidity
It gave him the F.E.V virus and claimed it was the best for humanity
The lone wanderer then remembers he found a self-destruct code
He told president Eden he was a whole
Laughing while he activates It's self-destruct mode
Running and gunning to his P.I.P boy radio
Listening to 'Boogie Woogie Bugle Boy' to fit the scenario
Turning Enclave soldiers into mashed potatoes
By the time he escaped the count down hit zero,
The lone wanderer stood in the background looking like a hero
Reunited with the genius super mutant Fawkes
They now have matching toys to take back to the house
Deciding to stick together for a noble cause,
They return to the Citadel after unloading a few hundred shots
The Brother Hood Of Steel commended them and gave them a round of applause
Time now to suit up and release a giant robot
'Now we take back the purifier!', Cried Sarah Lyons
'Take everything you can because only Enclave shall be dying'
The lone wanderer refuses their power armor and instead pulls out his Gatling gun
Him and Fawkes bump guns and are already for some fun
They rush through the gate behind the giant robot shooting a vertibird out of the sky
Running through the carnage seeing Talon mercs pass by
Barging through the front door of Jefferson's memorial
Spraying Enclave soldiers in a effortless tutorial
Beams from vengeance making clean incisions
Rapid is its fire with precise precision
Even if the lone wanderer had no vision
Fawkes and him could easily wipe out colonel Autumn's entire division
Now approaches colonel Autumn's final hour,
Without hesitation the lone wanderer draws his sword with power
Striking colonel Autumn dead and sour
Before his head rolls into the water,
The lone wanderer convinces Fawkes to play a little soccer
The splendor of blossoming flower,
in the petals of the unfurling buds it lies,
as the spring’s sweet scent shower
saturates the latticed wings of butterflies.
Their charm surrounds the frame of charisma,
I see suspended on the wall,
and while watching I float in the air of fantasy,
I reinvent the captivating magnetism of Mona Lisa.
The sensuous forces of attraction that enthrall,
carry women’s time transcending pure beauty.
Nothing lies between the charming Eve and you,
when you’re in view my vision is suffused
with the enchanting radiance of rainbow hue,
shimmering on the enigmatic smile enthused
by the lure of the silver-lined drifting cloud,
making the face enticingly glamorous,
filling my mind with endearing fascination.
As my entranced feelings come out of shroud,
I envision the picture so gorgeous
exude the lady’s everlasting attraction.
The charm of the spectacular still life image,
created by the painter supreme,
activates the sense of awe with the luring visage,
with the eyes of crystal stars dreaming cosmic dream.
As the tinsels of charm swathe my mesmerized heart,
the pulsation of beguiling cadence I feel.
I perceive the aura of exquisite brilliance
in the grand masterpiece of superb living art.
The metaphors of her relentless appeal
define women’s enduring eternal magnificence.
What!
Coffee can is empty
He saw in the bin
Earlier,
It's aroma diffuses around the room
Awake, but right on bed he rests
So, it soothes.
Early in the morning
He likes to taste
Inspiration flows afterward
He thought:
My coffee am sure is waiting for zips
Activates the body and re-awakens the memory
Fingers grip the pen and write tirelessly
He chuckles
As the sweet smell of the coffee continues...
He could hear the clinging of wares from the kitchen
Baby is ready for school, he guessed
And coffee is there in the kettle
He smiles
Rhythmically,
He walks and whistle to bath
Freshen up then straight to dine
Alas!
Noodle past garnished with
chillies and shrimps in plate
Why?
Coffee cup is deprived of content
He gazed
So,
...She drank the coffee he smelled
She would be inspired instead
He thought.
Oh!
What a regret
He thought of coffee.
Happiness, happiness, happiness
The one thing we all seek
What does it really mean
The million tonnes of gold we hoard
Or the millions of cash stashed in a bank’s vault
Fleets of expensive cars cruising the streets
Or diamond ornaments glittering for all to see
Big parties on yachts and clouds just to please
Or a program on tevee just so they may see who it really is
All these yet at the end of the day the heart is still not at ease
The look within doesn’t satisfy nor please
So what really is missing
Happiness surely does exist
And the truth is that there isn’t a price to it
Just a smile and a honest heart spreads the enthusiasm with ease
Hearts can’t be bought but friendships can be bribed
It’s a choice we all must make
To live at ease in adequate means
Or to cheat and connive to acquire wealth built of lies
At the end of it all, the only room big enough is the one in your soul
At the end of the day
...the only compliment worth to be heard is that which you give yourself
The only true best friend one can have is the one in the mirror
For with that friend is where happiness begins
How can you love others if you can’t love yourself
How can I honestly appreciate others if I can’t appreciate myself
How can they find happiness if they don’t know what it means
Happiness is the only thing that the blind can see
...better than the ones who see
Happiness is the only thing that the deaf can hear
...better than those who hear
Happiness activates the limbs of the handicapped
While those appropriately moulded still don’t function efficiently in it
Happiness is a destination to which no one can cheat
For it requires a sincere pass in each and everyone’s mind and heart
You may cheat me with your smile
But you can’t cheat the you inside
It’s not about me, it’s not about us...It is about you
This reality is a syndicate for your happiness
Question is, do you recognise it
You can afford to buy off all your past
And keep it under lock and throw away the keys
What matters is now
...for it is here that happiness is to be found
Looking back only presents regrets
Looking ahead only presents worries
It is only when you are happy that tomorrow promises to be a blessing
This Satanophobia makes me fear more
A jobless framework like a rust armour
From the arsenal of an old strong warlord
Surefooted to cut down a long strong rod.
Its an aframomum melegueta
Which its pungency hurts than a cutter.
Idleness; a caustic abstract worker
Bow in the hand of evil chief archer.
Seest thou an idle man; devil's abode
Activates arch injurious spirit mode
There, every evil venture was acted
To destroy good works that was created.
The master of mischievousness is good
At making an unused hand as his food.
He puts evil on an engage-less man
Like ao dai on vietnamese woman.
Ye idles away like a falling leaf
While others toil to earn a coin for beef
And ye rip off them of their hard labour.
An idle man, a devilish harbour.
Oft times I feel like Data
In a demented quest to be human
Navigating a matrix of confusing lairs
Wondering where the dragons are loomin'
Not knowing which way is up
Is God just an elaborate escape?
The human need for absolute certainty
Possibly a short circuit in our brains
My emotion chip activates
Suddenly I have lost my way
I feel the terror of possibilities
And maybe I need to be saved
The thoughts of being punished
Simply because I don't understand
Fills my network with despair
That I ever wanted to become a man
But I would bow in reverence
To a just creator deity
But perhaps my assimilation
Would create an unhealthy dependency
I can't imagine asking questions
Offending a fatherly authority
Surely the nature of God
Is not as insecure as me
I never prayed for patience
It was not my forte
as I'm one who wants things
to always move right away
but I've learned that life
is like planting a seed.
It will grow in its own time
and we can't really intercede
now imbibition comes first
that's when the water enters in
it activates the seed's enzymes
so growth can now begin
the seed then develops a root
it commences to sprout and shoot
and the process of photomorphogenesis begins to take place
when the light comes in
and determines that seed's growth rate
and like the seed of God
His anointed word
it grows inside of us
usually unobserved
it moves at its own pace
it renews us from inside
it moves with a mighty strength
that never ever subsides
so wait on the Lord
let God take you to germination
wait on the Lord
with patience and a godly determination
and know that God has already cleared
the runways in your life
you're now ready for takeoff
so just enjoy the flight
soar my sisters soar
like eagles flying high
soar my sisters soar
it's time to take the skies
so take the time and recognize the shift
when God moves about
realize and summarize that
the process is tantamount
soar my sisters soar
it's time to run and not grow weary
soar my sisters soar
walk and never be faint nor dreary
let God pour into you
so that you may sprout and grow shoot
let God imbibiate you
so you may get those spiritual roots
soar my sisters soar
take flight like an eagle
soar my sisters soar
rise above all of life upheavals
your destined for greatness
for you have been ordained
soar my sister soar
now go fly high in Jesus's name
Like a spider I weave my web to live
My day begins with login
Ends with logoff
Password activates my soul, brings it alive
Find peace with friends’ online, offline
Chatting, sending messages of mine
Logging me in different roles
Find company in many, love in few
Web is my kingdom
Live like a king with many wives
Free to befriend those who love
Free to shun those who hate
Is web my prey or am I its victim?
Deeply embedded in this web of mine
I dread the day, everything goes offline
To be declared dead before am actually dead.
Poet: Ken Jordan
Poem: U And I Are Different
Edited by: Sparkle Jordan
written: November/1987
U and I are different
we choose/not 2b
what NOTS R -
We know/that
NOTS-R-nots,
and
They know/who
they/R -
EaCh and EVerY one
of them R SNobS,
who don't give a damn
AbOut Us -
U and I are different
We ReAl, B reAl
NOTS-R-not,
They R
SuPErFicIAleGoTisTiCal
S.O.B.'s,
WhocancareLeSstHan a
monogram HaNdkerChief
about theRest of THe
World-
They clone themselves
EaChday justB4
daybreak, in their
2Piece $1K suits/Oxford
sWeaTers/WiNgTip SHoes/
and
neckties-WiTh a small NOT
choked 2 their IVyLeAgue
shirt/ThEy wear wire-frame
EyEGLasseS
and
SlickDown HairDo's -
U and I are different,
We choose not 2 live
our lives this way -
We ReAl B Real -
and
cHanCes R
A NOT will always B
a NOT-
They carry a briefcase
filled with
computerInstRuMeNts,
and
a hundred sharpen pencils,
notepads, appointment books,
and
A NOT drives a Q45 Infinity,
with a cellPhone onboard:
Faxmachine,
and
U/can rest-a-sure
that a NOT carry's a pager,
that voice activates,
and
ViBrates, with digital readout
display,
and
can retrieve/receive a message
Faraway as,
U-GO-SLA-V-YAH !
Sometimes I think about
what a NOT won't do
2 Keep that ROLEX -
U and I have everything,
A NOT have nothing -
U and I are different,
NOTS R SnoBs! everyone
of them -
who don't give a damn
aBoUt Us -
The splendor of the blooming flower
on the lips of the unfurling bud
radiates glamour in the frame of charisma,
suspended on the wall.
I float in the air of fascination
to the magnetic meadow of Mona Lisa,
as the sensuous force enthralling,
unveils time-transcending beauty of woman.
Nothing lies between Eve and you,
when you’re in my vision suffused
with the radiance of rainbow allure,
shimmering with the enigmatic smile.
The spectacular still life icon,
created by the painter supreme,
activates the sense of awe in me
with the perpetual attraction.
The aura of exquisite brilliance exudes
in the masterpiece of superb living art.
The metaphor of her persistent appeal
defines women’s mesmeric magnificence.
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May 3, 2023
For A Brian Strand Premiere No, 1213 Contest