Best Attested Poems
Kermit thumbed a top shelf magazine
It had pictures; which were quite obscene
The frog got arrested
For it was attested
The worst ‘frog’s ****’ that they’d ever seen!
(poem based on an old joke)
07-20-17
Is our love a dance macabre?
A dilly dallying with death?
Or a mystic encounter of unabated love?
Will it last? Will it end?
So many questions left unanswered,
So many uncertainties attested,
All cumulative in a death wish
As emotions run devilishly amok.
My soul screams with this unpredictability,
Its echoes rampage through my veins,
As bubbling blood courses through
Twisted arteries, through havoc and chaos.
Is it the folly of chained love?
The unearthly silence of togetherness?
My lips pronounce your name but no one answers.
I realize my questions will never be answered.
Our togetherness is but a charade,
Shadows dancing in a moonless night.
Your allure is just too much to bear,
I dare keep it no more
So let our ways head into different tracks.
Henceforth I'll dance alone.
A dance macabre.
BOUGAINVILLEA CITY
The city that enjoyed the floral name
Is now a transformed spectre of its past
A semi-graced decline has changed its mien
Like comely lady reaching certain age
But still today the Bougainvillea blooms
'Bougainvillea City' blossoms would abound
In graceful streets of affluence and pride
Bank halls baroque attested wealth enjoyed
But last days of boom brought vanity and fall
Yet still today the Bougainvillea blooms
Venal rulers chose antiquity disdain
Deflowered many an elegant urban scene
Tasteless vulgar outcrops broke the symmetry
Yet there remains a fading lustre at its heart
And still today the Bougainvillea blooms
With graceful flaming blossoms that conceal
Sharp prickles that will pierce unwary skin
To match the scarlet petals that abound
On streets and gardens riverside and verge
Yes still today the Bougainvillea blooms
Homemade dungeons spirit up through governmental finance. An alone home to the flight risk, trial sick, authoritative kind. So much time now spent hitting the rewind to come upon the never wanted find inside the attested mind. A proven confinement to so many of 21st century are designed to be low level offended and less related to all of mankind. Circumstantial evidence is assigned to take down this kind.
Rights never amended, as the felonious records are drug offended. Inside the gang life is blended. Friendships are far from being mended. Instead many lives are ended. A never before scene of the wrongfully accused and had been at the criminology since the age of thirteen. There is no remedy for this no vaccine. Most are pumped up and made into a machine who love the daily clink routine.
Orange jumpsuits scatter the yard. Once a slip arrives they’ll pull your card. Heated from the mentality built throughout the year. Constantly lying awake at night not knowing what to fear. Is death near? Corrupt guards take aim with fear in the name but then the high paid lawyer shifts it to a high octane gear. This will definitely give the prosecutor something to fear. The facts are straightened now it’s time to finally steer.
The man in the mirror once publicly crucified humiliated inside, and tried never dabbled in that attack. Yet he still caught all of the flack. Hundreds of nights spent on the uncomfortable nightmarish rack. But here then comes the judge as the least fortunate try to resolve with the new found fact. Leaving here is all he wanted with his freedom and dignity intact. The stands were pact, the jury deliberates, not guilty, evidence not filthy, the gavel tolls, can this be all so real? This is the sound of the governmental deal trying to lay hate to determine one’s fate then to be sealed.
Das Don doth debilitate democracy
driving a collateral wedge
deliberately dividing differences
collaborating, collapsing, and collaring
disparity amidst ever
increasing homogenization
extant within contiguous United States
across world wide web for that matter
attested by increased
spike among multiracial
amalgamated enclaves, individuals mixing,
where preponderance of melanin
generally affecting predominance
regarding increasing swarthy
naturally copper toned skin
across vast majority of heavily
Caucasian populated areas predicted
to become minority
according new statistics
located at webpage
https://www.brookings.edu/blog/
the-avenue/2018/03/14/
the-us-will-become-minority-
white-in-2045-census-projects/
predict the nation will become
“minority white” in 2045
which genetic assimilation
also harken better angels
among us to herald
interfaith marriage represent
according to hyperlink-
https://www.npr.org/
2013/04/10/176802652/
til-faith-do-us-part-
the-price-of-interfaith-marriage
close to half of all marriages
in this country over the past 10 years
(this cited for the year 2013,
which mostly increased since).
No doubt, the commander in chief
buzzfeeds into this inexorable trend
disquieting, horrifying, mortifying...
especially white supremacists
decrying, lamenting, threatening...
innocents abroad, and/or naturalized citizens
taking cruel dull liver re: to heart
acrimonious, caluminous, jealous, ferocious...
hazarding, kindling, tweeting
inevitable demographic transition overtaking
North America, and teeming masses
(particularly whose skin color,
perhaps fifty shades of brown,
albeit I hereby posit as
forthcoming second, yet
nonpareil gilded bronze age).
Relatively insignificant disparity
(within schema, asper genus/ species
*****sapiens per se)
people comprise greater similarity,
versus starkly disparate contrasts
between each other,
nonetheless oh bomb men able
enthuses, maximizes, trumpets...
every opportunity to spark
altercations, conflagrations, exhibitions...
animals veritably tearing each other
satiating human blood lust,
where coordination, integration, union...
welcoming brother/sisterhood, tolerance,
versus filleting, fomenting fracturing
mosaic boosts ego
inherent narcissistic tribalism!
To A Spring Virginia Morning.
As the quiet dew
Wet blades of grass grew,
Hungry rays of sunlight
Slowly consumed
The last morsels of darkness;
Faint echoes of the symphony
Of frogs and crickets waned in the
Distance. The staccato overture
Of chirping, red breasted cardinals
Announced the arrival
Of the synchronized dawn;
Leaves of ancient trees attested
Nature’s physical rainbow
Quantum leaping her celestial spectrum
To supreme expressions: Exploding colors
Canvassing the terrestrial plane;
True to symbiotic rhythms, all creation coalesced:
Indeed, the spring Virginia morning is for lovers.
Death and life—literal or figural?
Maybe both,
Now that there can be death in life or life in death,
As for poets, notably, Bharati and Yeats.
The dialogue between Arjuna and Krishna:
Is it interpersonal or intrapersonal?
Darsan or Epiphany—cling to it we would,
For seeing is believing.
The commandments, though heard,
Had to be attested by the burning bush.
Aha! Come to think of it,
Could Darsan as well be figural—
As is vipasana?
As is epiphany for Joyce?
A shorthand like light years?
***
Creator God, a babe in manger born
He came to bring relief from hopeless fate
Rejoicing was the world that Christmas morn
Immanuel had come to banish hate
Serene were hearts as baby Jesus smiled
Triumphant was the blessed angels’ song
Majestic One in earthly form, a child
Attested truth that right would triumph wrong
Succumb and let the magic touch your soul
Messiah’s love accept and let him reign
A life of broken dreams can be made whole
Gone from your aching heart will be your pain
I ask of you to bask in Christmas cheer
C ome worship him and feel his love draw near
For Andrea Dietrich's Christmas Contest
December, 19, 2015
Robert Frost...A Reflection
No matter corporeal essence
of Robert Frost bid adieu
from temporal plain approximately
five and fifty plus years ague,
his rediscovered spiritual
omnipresence suffuses anew
mine gnarly feeble exegesis
denounce-able, deplorable,
and despicable hue
Morris legacy of Robert Frost, who
nonetheless (auld choke king aside)
doth rank as irreproachable amidst
pantheon of deceased
great poets, you
would agree, unless familiarity
already yar aware
how the New England vantage point
(approximately three quarters
of a century) in the past
his (WMGK) magic doth blare
infusing and injecting
a much needed cheer
full dose of dare...
ring ling lee, (I spout
je nais sais quois)
in my attempt
to be poetically debonair
(the only French known to me)
in an effort to endear
homage Robert Frost,
he whose flair
with words defy accolades
and brilliance doth glare
with blinding profundity here
to fore lamentable, impossible, and
feeble attempt to emulate,
a immortal one man brand
amidst pantheon of
August American poets,
the depth of,
his writings doth expand
lovingly justifiably ineluctably
historically gently fanned
this nonpareil poetic king,
whose status grand
which feeble, ignoble,
and laughable attempted hand
(spurred by facilitator
at "All Poetry" website) island
did this impossibly
elusive task, thus admit
admission aye feel duff feet head
to write letting words flit
to and fro, hither and yon,
that bind like true grit
with that esprit
de corps cerebral impact
that doth gently hit
ice suppose said task
would be a breeze to an Innit
where he/she,
would immediately synchronize
unlike myself, who whiz
not up to this task,
as yukon up prize
thy dog gone ruff hewn effort -
no (Chuck Norris) lies
attested as wretched - to by
any gallivanting guys
hence aye desperately axis allies!
His buddies called him Brant, he was the strongest man
made of solid muscles and he seemed mighty;
he became a fugitive after he raped two women
and robbed to get money for his coke and whiskey.
One was his best friend whom he killed for a grudge he had,
and hiding his face, he pulled down his hat and felt afraid.
There was a reward for anyone who knew his whereabouts
or acquaintances, rumors attested that he must have escaped
to Mexico to join banditos who raped, killed, and robbed;
an American guy saw him in Acapulco kissing pretty chicas*.
He thought that nobody was looking for him and he laughed
in that noisy bar drinking Tequila* until he was drunk and sad,
but forgetting faces drenched in blood is pure madness;
he wore a sombrero* hat and mingled with friendly locals.
Marcela was not his favorite girl, she refused to sit in his lap
while he smoked Tabamex Toro;* he whispered, " Te adoro, mi querida*. "
And disliking the short phrase, she bit on his scarred, dry lip;
" Ah, hermosa, suave!* " He quickly reacted to the revengeful Marcela.
He didn't know that was a trap and be captured him by the FBI agents,
but he suddenly got up, slapped her in the face with murderous hate;
Marcela hit the floor and died instantly, " Bandido*, bandido! That's
my daughter! " The dark-skin man howled. He drew his gun with haste.
He shut him three times, Brant fell down and profusely bled from his legs,
" You are under arrest! " One of the agents said cuffing him with ease,
" We'll take you back to Texas and you'll pay for the rapes and killings!"
Every rapist and killer should know that restlessness allows no inner peace! "
* Chicas: girls
* Tequila: Mexican liquor
* Sombrero: Mexican Hat
* Tabamex Toro: Mexican cigars
* Te adoro, mi querida: I adore you, my dear
* Ah, hermosa, suave: Ah, beautiful take it slow
* Bandido: bandit
bohemian rhapsody parades
amidst greensward moored
erupting profusely toward cerulean skies
ushered with invisible rip cord
this Earthling self assigned to an (elder)
box office catbird seat - hoard
ding a secluded nook
upon premises of Highland (highly adored)
Manor Apartments nestled
within bucolic (cost wise, a ford
double) Schwenksville, Pennsylvania
(40.2562° N, 75.4638° W) explored,
sans (founded in 1684)
pleasantly assaultive stimuli
conducted brake upon metaphysical ratiocination,
where sunshine poured
upon variegated mother nature
arrangement, viz spectacular
vernal suite scored
a top ten hit orchestrating
exquisite (August) May day presentation,
which mutely roared
bedazzling this sensate
being overwriting gourd
fully stocked, when brittle
winter snowy firmament forced accord,
asper overlaying habitat
palimpsest akin to (sic) ward
before an a may zing exuberant poly
chromatic onset splashed vibrant
brilliantly colored palette, toward
this captive observer,
where choral symphony courtesy of flora
and fauna sensational
encore performance
(day at the) opera captivated ensured
fixated this tethered primate royally
impressed and allured
by aural and visual
regalia fit for a lord
and tailor, while solar orbitz
directed by Helios,
whose journey across
deep purple celestial sea deplored
noiselessly casting lengthened shadows
signaling luminous hued dusk
chariots of fire earthly domed ceiling ablaze
pearl jam disappearance,
when daylight blinks adieu
til the morrow, when dawn
betakes the reins to reign cosmos chose
zing emergent rays announcing
morning haz broken
nudging, prodding, rousing from doze
well rested body electric,
where energy flows
as attested from me noggin glows
nsync, sans panoply
of soundgarden crescendo propose
zing ideal material sharing circadian rhythm
thru the time stream yours truly rows.
Marking yourself in the glow of service
lady of virtue are you along significance-height
shining beyond worldly stardom...
while becoming a blessing by God's grace.
Overcoming poverty's grip
your industriousness with persevering courage
helped lift your family...
granting your siblings opportunities to progress.
Poured out with heavenly provisions
you constantly reach-out with care
while sharing the Gospel...
and aiding those in need.
Exemplifying helpfulness’ gesture
constantly revealing your kind soul
you're always extending generosity...
attested by your husband and children.
Magnifying the Lord* with praise as your heart's priority
you're a paragon, worthy of emulation
mortifying flesh with the Spirit's sword...
since your love anchored upon faith* in Christ radiates.
*Proverbs 31:30 Favour is deceitful, and beauty is vain: but a woman that feareth the LORD, she shall be praised.
August 30, 2019
Edited on July 1, 2020
In loving memory of Sis. Eleanor Villarino
1st place, "In Loving Memory" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Regina McIntosh; judged on 7/5/2020.
Doreen acted like the brain of Britain
Answering questions on the TV quiz show
She would sit and shout out the answers
Her face would have a smug rosy glow
Her poor husband Harold could do nothing right
She would moan at him all night and day
Belittling him with her intelligent quips
‘Yes you’re right dear ‘was all Harold could say
Doreen decided she had such a high IQ
That she should get it tested
So she applied to join Mensa
So her intelligence could be attested
She told all her neighbours of her plans
They secretly stifled their yawn
For Doreen was always quoting new facts
She bored them from dusk until dawn
Harold drove her to where the test was being held
But five minutes later she suddenly appeared
Her face was like thunder, she screamed and she yelled
Had her results been worse than she’d feared
Sadly Doreen had not even got through the door
To her chagrin she’d gone on the wrong day
For someone so intelligent… she now looked a fool
You stupid cow was all that Harold could say.
Harold drove home and quickly packed his bags
He said he was going to stay with his mother
For he knew if he’d stayed in the house that night
His overbearing wife he’d be tempted to smother!
05~27~17
Telling "White Lies"
My mother got born November
thirteenth, nineteen hundred thirty five
within poverty stricken household
of Canarsie, Brooklyn, the youngest
(most mollycoddled) of four siblings,
experienced grinding poverty, no
matter maternal grandfather (Moishe
Kuritsky), a tailor he lacked drive
to support his family two parents +
remainder offspring, he helped sire
lacked positive role models, none the
less gumption taught her to strive
at tender age livid with rage to escape
caricature living poor, thus sought
employment when/wherever sheik hood
if necessary fibbed to survive
plus rash of healthy nurturing, and
absolute zero constraints, perhaps five
or thereabout years old attested
much later, suspected her papa did jive
with unspeakable improper behavior
(nobody dare discuss taboo issues),
yet intuition awoke within immoral
conclusion Harriet Kuritsky did arrive,
and perhaps resorted to stretching
the truth (fibbing a "white lie") the only
recourse available plied sweet innocence
knowing little or nothing about birds
feathering their nest, nor little about
buzzfeeding activity in beehive
naivete flirtatious coyness advantage worked,
I bet young thang did connive
and probably never did contemplate,
deliberate, generate and wrongdoing,
where mother of necessity spurred
angelic demureness strategy to contrive
securing bare necessities, hence fast
forward, when unsolicited advice given
to this sole son, or either sibling, (an older
& younger sister) tactics upbringing did deprive
ma mum of positive role models, hence
only blueprint to acquire essential needs
serendipitous series of unfortunate events
before Lemony Snicket did derive
school of hard knocks, (I do believe
formerly called Abraham Lincoln High)
rather than impugn, judge, revile, et cetera
kernels/nuggets of wisdom memory did revive
within my mind for rhyme, nor reason
blunt honesty, not always best policy
despite ten commandments
to husbands with many a wive.
This female three
Of Norse myth
Bring their chosen ones
To be with
The fallen ones
In the afterlife hall of the slain
Where in Valhalla
They will remain
These daughters of royalty
With their ravens so black
To be with their warriors
Who can't go back
These einherjar
Bravely, in battle died
Where they feast on the Saehrimnir
Viking pride
Herja, Svipul
Herfjotor, the three
Attested to
Norse Mythology
The chooser of the slain
These Valkyrie select
To live with the gods
Ultimate elect
As they enter the hall
Beside Odin and Thor
Baldr, Bragi
And Dellingr
Not to become gods
But in Norse afterlife
To die by the sword
In battle strife
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