Best Allegation Poems
DEAD AT HOME -For Veteran's Day
It's a gray day, in the café,
by the side of the road.
There's an old man, took a firm stand,
trying to loosen the load.
It is struck luck, with his last buck,
but he pays for his soup.
He has no wife, all of his life,
he is out of the loop.
He will bum thumb, in a ride from,
here to his cardboard box.
There's a sleeping roll, a piece of coal,
and a pillow made of rocks.
Allegory.
No glory.
A mad sad told cold story.
Alliteration, of an allegation, on how he kills for glory.
Then the lie dies, in GI's, when our soldier kills a man.
All told, he is not bold, but this tale is secondhand.
He preaches whale's tales, of army mad males,
as he calls for his god.
Then he dreams schemes, of the war machines,
and ghosts that run him odd.
Then he weeps sleeps, and a secret keeps,
and he hates the morning light.
He has lost his place, in the human race,
and he always will take flight.
He will dine fine, on the red wine,
which he drinks from a paper cup.
He will watch stars, and count his scars,
but his heart has given up!
Allegory.
No glory.
A mad sad told cold story.
Alliteration, of an allegation, on how he kills for glory.
Then the lie dies, in GI's, when our soldier kills a man.
All told, he is not bold, but this tale is secondhand.
-Edlynn Nau
Stuck at the bottom with no view of the top
My people are killing each other while other races come together
Loyalty lighter than the slightest feather
Casualty after casualty, so many getting blown away
Checking the staggering statistics has me lost for words
Arch rivals in this war of color
These hues lead to feuds
The cries of the oppressed cannot be ignored
The bell has been rung and the conversation vibrates
Battle is infinite and the war has just begun
Reaching, cocking, and pulling---
Don't assist them in their massive slaughter
And they tell us to forget the constant tragedies
How can we?
When the news carries disease filled words
Justice was a false allegation that lead to racial penetration
Tide of river and love of woman,
Exhausted me to make a nomad,
Had ceased the flow of life,
After thirty years of acclivity-declivity,
Hath merciless allegation to the river
And mind with woman.
Oh, aggressive river,
So mighty hungry you got!
Robed the last sign of my homestead,
What bygone takes you in that killing revenge?
Heavenly peace made my childhood to youthful days;
You robed the last memento!
Only survival is that innocent heart…
Cursed woman,
Take, I give you that innocent heart,
Keep carefully, if you can’t;
Break it into pieces,
Turn all a bloody tinge you bloodthirsty witch,
Get fulfilled your ever thirsty desire!
THE JURY IS OUT*
There once was a simple rhyme
that made up a jury's mind.
They gave it great thought
for a verdict they sought
as the clock in the courtroom
passed time.
They had to determine
how true the allegation
that the man really killed his wife;
or if he could go free
and go on with his life.
They listened very closely
their minds made up mostly.
But their brains the lawyer
did sway,
as they listened and then
heard him say,
"If the glove doesn't fit
you have to acquit."
and "not guilty" became the
verdict.
And that was the rhyme
that turned the jury's mind.
'Twas a shame, and a sham;
what a crime.
* The O.J. trial prompted this poem when I saw a commercial for the Johnny Cochran Law firm on TV (after Cochran died).
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The Shoot Out At The KOA Corral
The continuing saga of Zack Waverly
The mare was to far gone
and I had to put her down
There was nothing I could do
To help her make her back to town
When things have come to this
Life seems barely worth a trifle
As the only mercies' left
comes from what's inside a rifle
I saddled up and rode due west
Not to my destination
But, took a little detour
To make an allegation
On a hill top, I approached
As the Sun hung at mid-day
and I saw a man, with whip in hand
strike a Dapple Gray
My poor horse, was exhausted
But I guess he some how knew
He reared up on his two hind legs
Then down the hill flew
I've learn to hold on tight
When Ole Buck gets inspired
I swear, His eyes turn black as coal
While his nostrils fill with fire
He raced to make a beeline
To where the horse was being beat
Then stopped outside the wooden fence
In the mid-day summer heat
"Jonah, stop it now"
Is what I shouted from my horse
"Don't make me come and make you
'Cause you know I can of course"
Jonah wasn't tall but a strong and abled man
and so I pulled my Walker Colt
and watched the whip drop, from his hand
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To be predicted means that you’re the fruition,
Of a rational process, effortful and determined;
We can all predict that someone will soon cure cancer,
And so Jesus was foretold as medicine’s romancer.
The name Jesus Christ means predicted saviour,
And Isaiah 53 verse 5 states that he definitely would be,
Wounded by the government for the people’s freedoms,
But that because of his wounds society would be superior.
Those who were intelligent just before Jesus came,
Felt a wave of change in the medical field,
Where doctors only treated the families of the rich:
The intelligent said that such a wave would equality yield.
When Christ was stressed out, about to be arrested,
He forsook his medical mind and surrendered all to god;
You can see that the god thing is for trials by government,
Or today, trials by society when your stance is not odd.
Upon arrest, the soldiers wanted Jesus of Nazareth,
Not Jesus the son of god, or the Jesus of any divinity tribe,
And Jesus simply replied to them “I am he,” squarely and plainly,
Unlike at his trial, where for speech he had to be bribed.
The allegation was indeed productivity in profession,
His work skill, which came and grew from his family roots;
He got much social power from his healings and exorcisms,
As he had learnt the joinery trade well, had invented new shoots.
Caiaphus asked if he was a king from the miracles he did,
Miracles of course being new methods and techniques,
And he replied to Pilate that god, the church and he himself,
Determine his actions, that their lee-way is his health.
Jesus was popular at church, not amongst the government,
So it was informally considered to be his validator;
The question was whether the people still saw state over church,
For common order to be maintained and not left in the lurch.
He knew he would die for the good he had done in life,
So inaugurated communion to remember his cause:
Loving the weaker, lower ones no matter who they are,
Saying everyone should know that personally in applause.
The Passion of the Christ film 2004 used.
Oh, empty quill
On brittle parchment
Why with such zeal
Do you deride me?
Such power to prevent
A single word
From being scratched out
Repudiating inspiration
For the moment
Forbidding me
To imbibe of breath
Tell me of that
With which I have sinned
That warrants this pain
This censure…
Necessitates from accusation
This allegation
Which I must answer
Before judgment
Surges forth
Washing over me
If I bloody those pages
Dirty your eyes
Holding my verse
Contemptible
I shall answer you
Without vanity’s mask
To abstain from
Penning my verse
Upon your note paper
My compositions
Will be now penned
In the blood of autumn frost
On the windblown foliage
Contented throughout
That no evil can be read
On wind scattered verses
Of me…
In a cold world on a hot day, I come home and relax. Yes, 98 degrees outside. I turn on the ac and lay across my bed to take a nap. The beauty of the natural light shines upon me for I am a "Sleeping Beauty."
In a cold world on a hot day there is movement in time all across the world - Noise, traffic, interviews, meetings, laughing, crying, talking, playing, eating...
In a cold world on a hot day, life experiences can consist of - allegation, termination, discrimination, sexual violation, disaster devastation, corrupt legislation, White House investigation, miscommunication, trials and tribulations, wrongful incarceration... Is it a curse? Nothing to rehearse, we are left to converse in a diverse universe, ugly, mean, hateful, vindictive, cruel, yet somewhere out there is another loveable, happy, caring person that is the change of the world.
Is it me? Is it you?
What is it about you? Look within yourself. Look within your heart. Are you that one? The positive one. The one that can change the world with a smile, with a prayer, with a hug, with words of encouragement, with compassion, with patience, with love... I believe I am, I believe you are. Together we can add warmth to this cold world, one person at a time, one day at a time.
To the world - The Lord's prayer begins by saying, "Our Father," which means He is not just for me, He is not just for you. "Our Father" sees us and all that's going on around the world and many days He is deeply saddened. Black, white, rich, poor, young, old, male, female... In God's eyes, none of us is no better than the other. For we were all created by One, for One, as One.
To the Lord - Continue to heal us Lord, help up Lord, strengthen us Lord, forgive us Lord. Keep us covered, guide our steps and guard our tongue. Let there be no bitterness, anger, jealously, hatred, envy... among us.
Father, You created us to fulfill Your will and purpose, not self purpose. Thank You Father for giving us another day and another chance to get it right. Please continue to lead us and show us the way when we tend to stray. With that being said, I will continue to pray for world unity, world happiness, world love and God’s peace for the world.
i am innocent until
proven guilty
so try to find out
the truth
before you accuse me
try to find out
who's fault
before you abuse me
think twice before
you refuse me
for i am innocent
until proven guilty
you always want to
prove me wrong
but no matter
what;am still strong
you want to put me
into jail
and make me the tail
but no matter how
had you try
you will still fail
so think carefully
before you judge me
for i am innocent
until proven guilty
in the heart of men
lives hatred and
jealousy
and their deeds full
of vanity
you used false
allegation
to ensure my
assassination
for you want me down
to carry my crown
but my hands are
clean
and my heart is pure
i am innocent
for that i am sure
The Second person seems to be a safer place to hide,
One can always deny the allegation from behind,
Yet second persons seem to follow much too near,
And point the accusations to the marrow.
First person's much more abrupt and "in your face",
Acknowledges the age spot growing near the ear,
But age spots aren't so rare, you know,
I see so many everwhere I go.
Richard Prichard
Once was wretched
But now owns a golden land
Where diamonds and pearls rock his feet
Like giant balls of sand
He remembered the time he was poor
And how people treated him so
How he waved to the miller’s daughter
Each day
But she won’t say hello
He remember the time
He had no food to eat
Except a morsel of porridge
That fell to his feet!
From the cook’s table
Each time they meet
To engage Richard to brush his teeth
Richard Prichard
Once was wretched
But now he is a rich man
He remember the things his mother use to say
That you will eat from the toils of your hand
And if it fails
Get an education
And never underestimate
The powers of your mind
As time and chance
Is all it takes for you?
To leave all that behind
Richard Prichard
Once was wretched
Was charged with stealing a pie
And the penalty under the law says that Richard must die
But the maid who made the allegation had told a lie
She couldn’t recognize the thief when he ran by
Richard Prichard was taken to Cornwall
Before the magistrate at Canterbury Street
The magistrate told Richard to stand up
And to be on his feet
He called Richard a thief and wretch in open court
He commanded the jailer to take him back to prison
On the spot
The magistrate took a bribe
And let Anthony go
After he had sold a bag of sand for salt
But pretended he didn’t know
$50,000 he took
Set a guilty man free without looking at his book
Once was wretched
Was charged with stealing a pie
And the penalty under the law says that Richard must die
But the maid who made the allegation had told a lie
She couldn’t recognize the thief when he ran by
Richard Prichard was taken to Cornwall
Before the magistrate at Canterbury Street
The magistrate told Richard to stand up
And to be on his feet
He called Richard a thief and wretch in open court
He commanded the jailer to take him back to prison
On the spot
The magistrate took a bribe
And let Anthony go
After he had sold a bag of sand for salt
But pretended he didn’t know
$50,000 he took
Set a guilty man free without looking at his book
Richard Prichard was taken to a cell that night
And he started to pray
To our Lord God and Saviour
In the morning and in the night
And indeed every single day
Miraculously there was a storm one night
That destroyed the electric cables
And set the prison alight
Richard Prichard escaped unhurt
And he was no where in sight
And ran away from the city
Before he was caught
Under the haystack
He lay
And began to pray
Before the children could come outside to play
And away to Coventry
Behold a place
Where the Lord showed him
His amazing grace
He settled as a farmer
And become to work
The more work he did
The less he talked
One day a gentleman
Asked him if he wanted to buy a land
Because he worked so hard
And this showed on the palm of his hand
2 dollars he gave for it
And the remaining three dollars which he gave
Bit by bit
Unknown to this man
He had bought a golden land
Where gold and diamonds rocked his feet
Like giant balls of sand
That composition's dispose of consent
so validation's placement of content
the turf of undeniable distaff ~
complacency ~ that nothing's turning . . . flat!
What time be errant, as a scoffing's path,
forever scolding, no change, favored last,
no vote, no compromise, arguing's math
decision's intervention, lags with wrath!
I cast the lot, ascension so comprise
in legislative searching, legal draft
one summaries allegation, senses staff
concerns Republic ration ~ must not half!
That values intimation forms enact
the source of restoration, rightful save
that now, be resurrected from it's grave
and brought to constitution, not enslave!
Cope heartily with creation, open, have
with in each Season's bounty, we commence
as thus in love, our merit Godly, ask
the countenance of justice, to the task!
The balance of our virtue, still contrasts
while all our enmity further . . . moves too fast!
Men grope to put blame for the chaos for our country
Accusing of uncritically ideas and believes with lack of judgment
Delegitimize good names with slander of religion and birthplace
Attempts of discrediting humans beings with no fault, but seeking freedom
Challenges were fought and fought hard against terrorism, negotiate peace,
and health care. He became an incredible source of inspiration
Together we can be an inspirational wholeness in humanity
1/28/2017
Thank you very much Ms Tara Reade for confidin',
Your allegation 'gainst Jo-Jo the Clown Joe Biden!
Interesting that the fake news at CNN and MSNBC
Hammered Trump and Kavanaugh for like dallying constantly!
But from them regarding Biden, we hear not a peep
About the alleged assignations of this puerile creep!
Most of the time Joe doesn't know where he's at,
Nor can he find his butt with both hands, this wily bureaucrat!
Vote for him if you will this coming fall,
But if he is elected, God have mercy on us all!
(I suspect I'll receive vile flak from those with a different view - that's OK - fire away! I'm sticking to expressing my First Amendment rights!)
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired