Best Afflicts Poems
It afflicts king and queen alike.
Brought to the castle
by the master of infildelity.
He moves smoothly from one to the other.
He swiftly takes them
as is his right, he believes.
Only to have his fill
from the fair maiden
to the sullied trollop.
He sees them all equally
in his adventures.
He spreads his curse
from one to the other.
It robs it's victims
of their eyes and senses.
Over the years, it slowly degrades
their intelligence and lives.
It can bring down the greatest Empires
if given enough time.
Categories:
afflicts, caregiving, health, history, sad,
Form:
Free verse
The Perfect Story!!
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ingredients.... How to write the perfect story?
Tonight I close my eyes, enter the realm in another form
Dig deep inside to find the ingredients for you~ "the Perfect Story?"
Find the enigma behind every expression of beauty
Locate the inspiration of the world your heart seeks
Take your mind deep and far beyond every star
Position my thought with the best ingredients,
that afflicts the unique worlds only I experienced
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First add the ingredient of self-attitude. ( POSITIVE )
Next unlock the skills that hold the masterpiece
Exercise the role of timing, when setting the perfect line
Find a sidekick to help intervene every step without falling
Meet and bond with every word that makes the story unique
Feel the motion in both hands, while perceiving every step
Show off the ability that one can see more than others
Provide the details that feed the readers appetite
Hold a form of originality, impressing the readers imagination
Last create a mystery like no other, evoke the reads curiosity
"TO WANT MORE!"
Wait a second, you asked for A Story,
Not, my inventory!!!
:)
Categories:
afflicts, addiction, adventure, beautiful, passion,
Form:
Light Verse
We live today in a world of great tumult
And of rising uncertainty and anxiety
Which pervade the world stage like a cancer
Despite soaring technological advances
Our environment and our home Earth
Are bearing an unimaginable burden
People are wondering what must be done
To right these wrongs and adjust our course
Before we turn the corner to “No Return”
Tyranny, Poverty, Disease, and War
Are still with us today since the beginning
Of time and are mankind’s greatest shame
God may be with us intellectually
But mankind must be self-reliant
To survive an inattentive, distant deity
People see answers to these enigmas
Sounds are made, echoes are heard
But nothing comes back in response
Frustration reigns supreme for many
Fear and anxiety multiple all concerns
There can never be easy answers
*******
Tyranny still reigns alive in many countries
As the actions of tin-eared dictators abound
And are on ample display for all to see
Poverty is still a shameful, terrible curse
Which afflicts the most unfortunate
And is paid lip service by the wealthy
Disease is a scourge still in our world
And still felt by those most in need
And never enough is done to change this
War is the ultimate insult to mankind
And its wide-felt swath and affliction
Plagues yet our modern, enlightened world
What to make of all these challenges
Is not easy for any of us to digest
And let alone understand why
Yet understand, comprehend we must
If we want a better world for all to live in
A Sisyphean task at its very best
Man still holds the key to make change
Positive and real for our troubled Earth
But can it ever be really so in the end
Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved,
Schoeningen, Germany (October 16, 2014)
(Tercet unrhymed poetic format)
Categories:
afflicts, allegory, change, earth, history,
Form:
Narrative
With God’s omnipotence that does attest His wondrous might
I can overcome temptation with its sinful temerity
While fighting valiantly transgressions’ filthiness…
…Pursuing after holiness in living for His honour.
By God’s omniscience that fully opens heavenly wisdom’s aperture
I can vanquish ignorance with its folly’s nuance
While subduing doubts’ collaboration with skepticism…
…Seeking for His truth which sets me free toward jubilant triumph.
Thru God’s omnipresence that marks every great spiritual saga
I can prevail over unfruitfulness of barren faith
While conquering insecurity brought by lack of trust…
…Striving to please Him with my labour of love.
Because of God’s overtaking blessings that highlight His marvelous grace
I can win against discontentment that afflicts my well-being’s marrow
While gaining His favour midst righteous proclivity against time-wasting…
…Advancing the Lord’s kingdom and sharing the Gospel* as His grateful steward.
*Romans 1:16 For I am not ashamed of the gospel of Christ: for it is the power of God unto salvation to every one that believeth...
November 9, 2018
4th place, "Eight word challenge-9" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by John Hamilton; judged on 11/27/2018.
Categories:
afflicts, blessing, character, christian, devotion,
Form:
Free verse
Time
Nothingness in it belies
A continuum, uncanny
In all lives it defines
Love, hate, rage and litany
A motion on its own
Sweeping, inescapable
A yardstick mankind bemoans
Perpetual journey, irreversible
It’s life’s anathema
Yet it counts life
It’s a thing of enigma
That heaven had contrived
To it the mind ascribes
Its values and permanence
From these, it proscribes
Denying life’s resistance
Our minds’ affixed
To it we subordinate
Subservience afflicts
Our minds it subrogates
It obfuscates reality
Yet mortal minds believe
Its power and ability
We could not, but receive
In truth, it exists
Only in our minds
Its dwelling crevice
From where it unwinds
In consciousness, it’s framed
Weaved to life, togetherness
For all excuses, it’s claimed
Indistinguishable, oneness
But for consciousness
It would not exist
Nothingness, meaningless
Like a vanquished beast
What is this thing of enigma?
Given life by consciousness
Unfathomable, life’s anathema
Yet, treated with utmost seriousness
What is this thing of enigma?
Ephemeral, elusive
Ethereal like an Avatar
Too convoluted to perceive
It’s life’s inexplicable debt
But to consciousness it owes
Payable only by death
Yet its interest never grows
You and I we share this thing
Only in consciousness it’s sublime
But in death there would be nothing
Of this enigmatic thing called “Time”
Jit H. Lim
12 March 2012
12:36am
Singapore
Categories:
afflicts, imagination,
Form:
Imagism
The crimson moon bawls on his flight
Doleful to be condemned to night
His samba partner teems with life
Yet he hangs listless filled with strife
Whilst craters pock his dusty face
Her smooth profile glows soft with grace
Waves splash coyly along her skin
As parching drought afflicts the twin
Halo membranes caress her soul
While he claims little to extol
He’s locked away from that embrace
Like a buckle upon her waist
Sequestered on his lofty perch
He ponders how to end his lurch
He tries to shake his mantle free
So he can float with meek debris
Just as he starts to drift away
He hears whispers begin to play
Prayers hailing romance twist his ear
Until he melts away from fear
Maybe those folks below can see
Just how lonely the moon can be
Words purify to help him heal
His love for her shall make him real
Categories:
afflicts, devotion, life, naturemoon,
Form:
Couplet
Common sense
for some not any
TDS afflicts so many.
Perhaps a day
a light turns on
illuminates why you are wrong!
What MAGA means
not pejorative,
make great this country
where we do live.
Categories:
afflicts, america, political, truth,
Form:
Rhyme
"I PROUDLY PROCLAIM:
I did it for me! Not of guilt, nor shame.
A simple desire to end Heroin's evil reign!
For once in my life, I gave "Change" a fair chance.
Because one can only move forward, when willing to advance.
With each new passing day, life gives itself back.
The train that I derailed, returns to its tracks.
Still...
I left countless souls scattered in my addiction's wake.
Ruining in only seconds, what took a lifetime to create.
With every shot I took, my family who bled.
Left Sleepless wondering, "Is my son Dead?"
We pretend our disease afflicts us, and us alone.
Loved ones suffer too under Addiction's heavy stone.
No matter our strength or will, our misery we cannot contain.
Everyday we spend using, others will share in our pain.
I know...
Not everyone will forgive me, accepting me a new.
And, some of my dirty deeds, I can never undo.
But, the battles not over, until our efforts forever cease.
Every day we keep trying, brings us closer to our peace."
Categories:
afflicts, addiction, forgiveness, freedom, hope,
Form:
Dramatic Monologue
Medical Conditions of Cartoon Characters
By Elton Camp
Barbie and Ken look just right
Cartoon characters are no delight
There is old Porky Pig, if you please
Obviously he has Parkinson’s disease
And just as soon as you see her
You know Olive Oyl has anorexia
Attention deficit disorder has Daffy Duck
Unless he’s treated, he’ll be out of luck
Elephantiasis afflicts sailor Popeye
His arms and legs you can tell it by
Pepe LePew suffers from sexual addiction
Of that fact, there can be no contradiction
Then there’s Sylvester the black & white cat
A severe lisp surely makes him talk like that
There are others who’ll doubtless come to mind
Whose bad medical problems it isn’t hard to find
Categories:
afflicts, funny,
Form:
Rhyme
When I think about this year
and all the stories that we hear
of Clinton's crimes, and Trump's remarks,
and how the media embarks
on efforts to distort the truth –
it makes me want to be the sleuth
who solves the crime, and coins the jest
that puts all questioning to rest.
But alas, it's not to be:
unscathed is the uncertainty
that rules our minds, afflicts our hearts –
yet deeper thoughtfulness imparts.
Perhaps it's how it's meant to be,
this dialectic that we see,
this thesis – anti-thesis dance
which in the end might just enhance
our understanding of our plight.
But is that real? Could it be right?
Could Trump and Clinton be the two
that make the dialectic true?
– on one side the establishment,
with all its ills and crimes,
and on the other Brexit Trump
whose monologue begrimes?
If I could well evaluate
the matter as it stands,
(and be quite sure the end result
was in the voters' hands,)
should I support one of these two?
Or vote for good Jill Stein?
Or maybe not to vote at all?
(I'd happily decline.)
There is no question that the worst
of all is HRC,
and that she must be stopped
(against all probability).
But to stop her, must I
compromise to such extent
that for the loony Donald Trump
my one vote must be spent?
If certainty is what we want,
it's there with Hillary.
Corruption is her certain trait,
and base dishonesty.
With Donald, it's the big unknown,
no telling what he'll do –
if his advisers aren't too bad,
might be a happy coup.
With Clinton it is clear she'll
sink us deeper in the slime.
With Trump, who knows? He might
surprise us in a little time.
So what is my conclusion
after all this pain and doubt?
To vote for Donald J. and
hope that he will bail us out?
I don't see an alternative,
though Jill Stein has my trust.
The reality's unfortunate:
It's Donald Duck or bust.
Categories:
afflicts, poems, political,
Form:
Political Verse
So fragile life and human conscious,
Mindful wander, erratic, of untold purpose,
Bringing shadowy foreboding,
To the depths of our spirit; a dangerous curse.
Tragedy is looming, catch your breath,
Two tonnes of weight upon the chest,
Pascal afflicts my senses, my head,
Silence scares and gravity flares: there can be no rest.
The toll hangs nigh, have you danced well?
Prior scepticism now awash with certainty,
Pray thee Lord, forgive me, I hear the bell,
Through my life I’ve been good, with mere lack of piety.
Alas, a break, judgement saved,
Fever unmasked, the evil plot twists,
From deepest despair, a way is paved,
Take control once more with clenched fists.
This fight over, prepare but not await the next,
Be strong, be happy, have faith, son,
Do not fear thought, health, nor text,
Then body, mind and soul may realign as one.
Categories:
afflicts, healthlife,
Form:
Brainstorm cometh, damning frontal hemisphere
jamming lookout, noggin perched, roiling thinking
uber wayfaring zealot, drills legendary phalanx.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Writer's block afflicts Das scribe,
who whiz now stricken supine
adept dull livery sub par excellence
his gold standard worse
thus, another day
to slog thru arduous process
crafting admirable verse
wrestling behemoth loosed sniper
dodging enfilade broadcast sos terse.
N'er easy chore to fashion
acceptable word worth poem to whit
staring at flickering
accursed cursor doth blank stare visit
flash flooding warning saturated
gray matter fist sized unit
groundswell burgeoning leveed banks
barging signals transmit
urgent army corps of engineers
to reroute via sluice, sans surfeit
apprentice longshoreman
doth double duty
as grammarian sought to retrofit
arduous struggle ensues, where drowning
affects consummation
strong temptation quit
ditch ching progress made,
thus far in hot pursuit
mind comfortably numb
stream of consciousness
submerges concentration
entrenched deep posit
craftiness sentenced to punctuate
disequilibrium doth outwit
venerably beaded trademark
Scottish matted flair
abandoned unfinished poem
left forever stranded orbit
zero escape velocity
zinging, unsprung,
pinging mindscape nonprofit
able endeavor reflecting zeitgeist
bombarding Messerschmitt
undermining, strafing, disabling
cutting crew rescue outer limit
faint feint blinking in the twilight zone.
Categories:
afflicts, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form:
Free verse
Such Times are Here
51.
There be utter madness
That pervades the world today.
It's enough to cause a troubled soul
To just up and melt away.
Such times are here to try us all
Forcing one to seize the day
But to those of lesser fortitude...
Stand back...
You're getting in our way.
The End
Hope is Oft in Bold Dispute
52.
Hope is oft in bold dispute.
It bears a thousand scars.
It brings texture to a folly
Who's premise seems bizarre.
But the path to sweet success
Is not without its manic curves
And hope is all you need in life
To get something you deserve.
The End
Folly of Choice
53.
With shopping carts their home to be
And accouterments of peculiar goals
To labor ever forward in make-believe.
Tis well to praise these tangled souls
Who slake till final breath a nobility
From piffling life's immoral shoals.
While plodding in step with their ability
Knowing well the loss of blessed rest
To countervail such ably won fragility.
And perched upon our mountain crest...
We sit bewildered by such earthy ties
As if choice was theirs to second best.
Thus every morning the sun will rise...
Incrementally ensuring a slow demise.
The End
54.
This too Shall Pass
'This too shall pass,'
The inscription read
To give a sovereign
Peace of mind.
Thus... can a peasant
Claim to piggyback
And so mitigate
Their daily grind?
But the happenstance
That afflicts the poor
Be doggedly persistent
Over time. So... I presume
'This too shall pass,'
Rings hollow... for those
We leave behind.
The End
Categories:
afflicts, anxiety, appreciation, character,
Form:
Rhyme
Splendiferous, once was love;
it’s heights a peak of madness:
A burning need, a flow’ring seed
blooming with passion’s delight.
Differences seem to balance.
Weaknesses offset by strength.
A missing part connects two hearts,
Imperfect, but now complete
Hope and dreams unimagined
take root and begin to grow
with focused beam upon the scene--
a future slowly unfolds.
Day by day the living starts;
small quirks begin to annoy.
Somehow you find, through daily grind,
wide fissures and cracks appear.
First, comes the stiff, cold-shoulder;
then, talking turns to silence.
Throughout the room, pervades a gloom,
the pall of love in death's vice.
‘Til all that’s left is walking
despite certain pain and fear--
a scarred flesh with no hope-chest
to sustain it on the way.
Now prayers of intercession
Erupt from faint heart and lips,
a healing spell, curing the ills:
Holy balm for what afflicts.
One day, Love will stroll back in
to mend emotional wounds;
Transformed by grace, upon the face
of a soul in need of rest.
Hold strong to your faith, my friend
when the darkness overwhelms.
Until such time, you’ll ever find
my friendship is always near.
jsc 11/18/2015
This is the second poem I've written in this original form of 7-7-8-7 where the third line consists of six words with internal rhyme on words three and six. Now, I think the form needs a name. Any Ideas?
Categories:
afflicts, break up, friendship, hope,
Form:
Blank verse
Hidden curse of fibromyalgia - the invisible disease
I have been suffering
from the mysterious illness
fibromalygia
fibromalygia is a hidden disease
many people
think it is all in one’s head
that there is nothing real
about the fake pain
that afflicts us
that we are maligners
backsliders
not seriously ill at all
and most people
think that it is disease
of middle age and old woman
than men don’t get it
and that is one
of the most pernicious effects
of this disease
I have been suffering
in silence for decades
the disease is real
for me
I have pain
everywhere
all the time
it come and goes
but is always there
and no matter
what I do
I have not had
a day without pain
for decades now
and will probably
just endure
until the day I die
that is the curse
of this damn fibromalygia
real pain in the real world
but a hidden disease
from the rest of the world
Monday April 27, 2020
Categories:
afflicts, body, depression, endurance,
Form:
Free verse