Best Authorize Poems
Underneath a gorgeous forenoon sky,
In a lush and cool garden of delight,
The green pheasant lifts his exploring eye,
Calling his all wise sage beyond his sight.
His melodious song praises the divine One,
Whose luminance descends in a beam,
Touching within the shrine bright as the sun,
Turning every thing gold as in a dream.
The Lord rests now upon His noble throne,
Calling all to climb up the stairs of stone.
There my reverie of Jesus commenced--
The glory of His office deified,
His knowledge of man’s history there dispensed,
His science of the present thither described.
Wisdom of the future was His display,
Myself humbled to receive His cachet.
Five years of learning was spent at this shrine--
Proving command of as many disciplines--
Crossing the bridge from human to Divine,
His acute knowledge of miracles begins.
Then writing for His testimonial,
Also history that brightens the wise,
With focus on the rites ceremonial,
And how theocracy does authorize.
Divine authority added to His reign,
With the King’s seal He departs the domain.
And sadness reigns
Though never ordained
from the simple truth
Billowing joy
Subverting bliss
Standards too ephemeral
To lobby the naked
wishes we hold
Desperately close
To our heart
And sadness reigns
Our heart
once whole
Sputter and mends
And beats eternally
No matter the blood
No blood the matter
It seeks, filters
and dispenses joy
From mechanoly cells
Pleading for regeneration
The familiar beg towards
Indiscriminate joys
Mean nothing but
To be left alone
Crystallized, for exhibition
to the many
Everyone partake
Seek a morsel for
Yourself
Because it's fleeting
And sadness reigns
Through our ears,
Acoustic lies flutter
Sincerely, vacant waves
Of love melodic,
It does its job,
Tainting sweetly our reality
While souls huddle close
For a deeper view
Our here and now
Climbs, repels
From sentimental summits
Vistas of pretty dreams
Fragrant, lauding over
The stench whispering
Towards the barren valley below
Then back to us
Hearing, humming
Exhuming
Chemical reactions
Singed
By recall
Broken or of whole
The music
Causing joy to
Drop by when we need it the most
And sadness reigns
We're startled,
As focus brings
The world into
Rarefied view
Intensive stare,
Colliding our senses
Interpreting their meanings
Elastic snowballs
Thundering into
Psychotic waves of
Lustful avalanches
that burn the retinas
With joy, inquisition,
Indelible glances
Hung up neatly
To wear when
Dreams demand them,
And there are peeks,
Boisterous looks
That tease your mind
And theirs
Visionary tales
Gross of dischord
And malfunction,
Though they serve
As guests,
Glee in a box,
Nibble, taste
Devour, done
And sadness reigns
Because you and I
All before us
And those to follow
And yet to come
Arrive, depart through
Unmarked swiveled doors
Betwixt adjoining suites
Cemented
Endlessly
By the mundane
we require
The horrific which we
Bring and run across
The zeal we grab
For ourselves and others
The aggression we
Wage and deflect
The resignation we extract
And authorize
And somehow
As sadness reigns
We defect
And elect
To be ruled
By something else.
(1/27/05)
CERTIFICATE
this poem is a certificate
to verify
the poet
is
lucid
this poem is a diploma
to justify
a pen
of
logic
this poem is a document
to authorize
a notion
with
feeling
this poem is a licence
to validate
bizarre
bent
belief
this poem is a…….
certifiable ripple
of
my
wits
end
© Kim van Breda—10 March 2015
Trumps Feeble, Limp, Rox... Zilch State Of Emergency
H.G. Wells..., ah...now there
without dark shadow of a doubt,
in my (myopic brown) eyes,
a prolific writer hooked hood accessorize
the English language, and captivated
populations, sans "The War Of
The Worlds" to realize,
with an assiduous presentation
convinced listeners, how
aliens did cannibalize
innocent Earthlings strictly via radio,
where rapt audience could actualize
"FAKE subjects" pretended to agonize,
yea of course after receiving
substance that did anesthetize
in an effort to minimize
potential melee erupting,
which feasible outburst,
could tinder, kindle, and antagonize
crowdsourcing masses,
who suddenly became repentant,
and sought to apologize
each to their personal deity, apprise
zing respective comportment, thus
the apprenticed faux presidential Don,
rather than agonize
over farcical shenanigans, where dissension
among rank ken file seems to arise,
could take page from said playbook
visiting storied aforementioned scribe,
whose spirit author might be able to authorize
and conjure creative satisfactory
acceptable non costly deterrent breadthwise
cuz, more anger will materialize,
particularly if monies summarily brutalize
for social services that benefit the 99%
myself and the missus included analogous to...baptize
with gentile invisible knifed incision
or if Semitic tolled uncivil lies,
asper emotional financial, mental...
painless process to circumcise
purportedly for best interests
of citizens at heart, but tummy
essentially acting counterclockwise
to the modus vivendi that underlies
the immigrant experience that peopled
United States Of America, who did colonize
at expense of rightful natives
scattered innocent tribes, whose demise
vis a vis any fact checker, would
clearly recognize as blatant lies!
God Hates Everyone Except Me
By Elton Camp
The good “reverend” likes to have his say
Against absolutely everyone and every way
His belief is the only one that’s correct
Eternity in hellfire all others can expect
So that it wouldn’t come as a surprise
To speak for him, God did authorize
At least that’s the preacher’s claim
So all others he just loves to shame
Making signs was costing quite a bit
So he produced one that all matters fit
He wrote, in large print, for all to see
“God Hates Everyone Except Me”
If protesting funerals or reviling a gay
He can march, hold the sign up and bray
They might be dirty birdies… but of course I love them so.
Even with the birdseed scatters far across the floor.
But I doubt they’re really dirty since they crowd my birdbath so.
And with the drought outside my door I let their water flow.
They flutter around the bowl with ease as it empties twice a day.
And I enjoy watching them play in a wonderful display.
Nowhere will you find such an intensely flowing water storm.
And 12 stick close together as they show they’re many charms.
I authorize their playfulness for my many tiny friends.
Even a tiny hummingbird comes to my window in the end.
Now that is most surprising, as I have nothing for him to eat.
We both just like admiring the view for it is such a treat.
Of course he’s really telling me to turn on the sprinkler hose.
For he loves to travel back and forth as the water travels so.
As a child my mother took care of the chicken coup and began to
Despise those Dirty Birds… but when I was young her comment turned
Into a name for those I loved… I was too young to realize her true meaning
At the time… Later it stayed with me as a memory of how different were our
lives and how things are passed along from one generation to another...
This fool doth not consider himself wise,
writing paltry poetry difficult
to read and/or actualize
methinks perusers of great literature
snub nose how I miserably advertise,
laughable attempt to aerobicise
fifty plus shades of gray matter
lobbying showy words agonize
zing effort perhaps best to cauterize
near petrified glob - boon
for scientists to analyze
baffling laboratory technicians
unusual crenulations
a profound surprise
pitiful peremptorily doth apologize
unlike verbalization feasible
after webbed whirled fist size
terra incognita reveals numbskull years
wrought yours truly to anesthetize
smelting, squelching,
and suppressing emotions
scored how tree rings annualize
environmental conditions definite
premature imp of the pervert
poe fella lifetime channels,
where bullies did antagonize
upon death requested autopsy authorize
zing eager scalpels to apprize
miniature dried river bed
formerly streams of consciousness
lake never seen before engendering
crowdsource to hypothesize
baffling every expert,
how terrible fate did baptize
ala lemony snicket series
of unfortunate events
multiplied power bajillion times
number only Google could surmise
obvious tell tale signs did brutalize
as if smacked upside the head
one unfortunate gladly apparently
suffered maelstroms of armageddon size
poet chars evidently
succeeded to burglarize
more successful than Watergate
psychological ploys hackers
noninvasively did cannibalize
(perhaps bored furloughed
government employees)
albeit noninvasively deeming
imposible to canonize
resultant cerebral corpus
understandably did capsize
entire body politik (Democrat)
faced, booked on hatred did demonize
verbal assaults indicate
suffering did caramelize
cerebrum, cerebellum and brainstem
resembling burnt offering
impossible to categorize
glommed hardened integument colleagues
hard pressed to characterize
highly rendered anomaly,
hence unfair to criticize
erratic schizoid personality disorder
quite evident amyloid plaques
did significantly crystalize
definitely explain aberrant quirks
resultant incessant emasculation
unquestionably led him to demoralize.
Robots are modern day cousins of human beings
For they share between them common bindings
Both are programmed in a way to carryout tasks
That is assigned by their respective programmer.
It is providence that schedules all human events
And man performs strictly according to the chart
That is designed and planned for each individual
With no scope for escape from the path charted.
It is providence that propels humans for action
And determines to bequeath success or failure
A person succeeds when it shines upon on him
And suffers, defeat and shame, when it frowns.
In fact the possibilities are very diverse but real
Those depend on planetary combinations above
Which the programmer might have given thought
And then authorize the destiny of talking robots.
Thus humans are but utterly helpless pawns
Moving on the chequered chess-board of life
Occupying the squares according the program
Monitored by the unseen hand of providence.
IF EVER I HAD A COUNTRY: LXXXIII
IF ever I had a country, a country where I were, by virtue of the highly
meritorious and exceptional services rendered to the State in conning and
duping the People, persuaded to assume the role
of Ministre d’Etat without Portfolio or duty
I would – I solemnly assure you, the Common Folk –first and foremost focus my very close attention on the questions of feminist practices discriminatory
And having noticed aghast with utter shame, disgust and fury that in some
countries women (sadly excluding trans-gender athletes) are treated with
utmost disregard, enmity and indignity
As for example, they being downgraded to the abysmal level of having to play
Soft-Ball (what’s that? “Round-us”?) while men knock-about with hard
base-minded balls of virility
I’ll invite the Minister of Sports to my official well-leathered and cushy
chambers to see how I esteem my Personal Secretary by letting her turn up for work in her swim-suit with her pet monkey on her knee
And I’ll warn him, nay, threaten him with my wagging fore-finger, on how I’ll
under-cut his Olympic Budget in half if he didn’t thenceforth authorize
soft-ball gals to cavort on the pitch with just the women’s Beach Volley Ball suit – with no “strings” attached – for all, including frustrated
cameramen looking vainly for the “opening” shot…. for all to see
And this, even if I were doomed to be strung up on the White House Christmas Tree
So be it, even if I never ever had no country nor squash racquet to bash balls soft or hard care-free
(c) T. Wignesan, Paris, August 12, 2021
1957
Oh, midnight's near, my dad made clear- our minutes left- just two!
You know, my dear, we must adhere- though we're engaged- 'tis true.
Please do not fear- that time is here, just hold me close to you.
Can't interfere, must stay sincere- kiss me before adieu.
My souvenir- words in my ear, will keep my love on fire;
don't disappear, let's persevere- last minute will expire.
Let's get in gear and spin our sphere- kiss me to heart's desire.
Our love will steer our new frontier to levels even higher-
when wed with cheer, this time, next year! But now, without sad eyes,
without a tear, we'll still cohere- our hearts will win the prize!
Time's done- though we're inclined to sneer, dad's rule we authorize.
Love's our career, we'll pioneer- till church bells harmonize.
2020
Love's atmosphere, so far premier- full sixty-two years wed!
Hearts did not veer, with much revere- love multiplied and spread.
Gone yesteryear, life's cavalier- old curfew rules were shred;
back then, so drear, yet helped to rear- forever love instead.
November 7, 2020
Contest: In Rhymes Sublime
Sponsor: Joseph May
Iambic Heptameter
14 Syllables, 7 Feet Per Line
February 1 Faith in God Bible Meditations Based on Leviticus 1-4
Key Verse – Leviticus 1:17 … It is a burnt sacrifice, an offering made by fire, of a sweet savour unto the LORD.
FAITH IN GOD WHO DESERVES OUR OFFERING
God deserves our offering according to His Word we must obey
Now, we seek His pardon for not doing the right way
As well as His grace to perform His command without delay---
By faith, in His plan we always stay.
God deserves our offering we must present to His altar
Now, we sacrifice with our heart near, never to be far
As well as His mercy to humble down against feeling like a star---
By faith, to His might we cling midst holiness-war.
God deserves our offering with His counsel we must follow
Now, we walk along His steps as we spiritually grow
As well as His love that smites bitterness’ woe---
By faith, upon His revival we shine and glow.
God deserves our offering by His admonition we must hear
Now, we ask forgiveness for our sins with our sincere tear
As well as His compassion to give us listening ear---
By faith, to His control we yield and His meekness we wear.
God deserves our offering through His commands we must fulfill
Now, we ascend toward His standard hill
As well as to His calling for service in His perfect will---
By faith, in His restoration we remain joyfully still.
God deserves our offering along His wisdom we must keep
Now, we submit to His leadership for our divine leap
As well as to His guidance so as not to fall into misery so deep---
By faith, in His compassion we cleave while from despair we weep.
God deserves our offering while His authority we must recognize
Now, we abide in designated places He does authorize
As well as in His great commission Scriptures advertize---
By faith, His favour we pray for as His work we gratefully patronize.
February 1, 2025
Aging baby boomer
no longer fit as a fiddle
accumulating extra adipose tissue
around the middle
ain't no impossible mission
whence thumbs I twiddle
to shed unwanted
weight methinks exorcise to unriddle.
Call to action necessitates
yours truly to acclimatize,
calling fitness trainer
whereby honed toned physique
(tubby synonymous with Adonis – ha)
benefits begetting courtesy to aerobicize,
nsync dumbbells compliment exercise,
whereby brutal daily grueling
regimen will also comprise
boot camp rigorous discipline
strength to pilot (minus paunches)
shouldering, managing, hoisting crucifix sunrise
to sundown will non verbally advertize,
verily intolerant to chastise,
hence no bully best better mess
mine mean mien guise
will enjoyably capitalize
zing might equals right to authorize
self defense without need to apologize.
Back in the day, I
presented pitiful sight
self worth equated on
par with botanical blight
buffeted along boulevard
of broken dreams
depressed body language
bespoke head to foot
encompassing enfeebled edifice complex
scrawny measly gumby,
hokey pokey height
how I presented such sorry spectacle
courtesy excellent twenty/twenty hindsight
analogous to an emotional black hole,
never exhibiting courage to fight,
rather yours truly immediately took flight
and/or stood dumbfoundedly
in imitation of deaf mute wishing to alight
bajillion miles away, versus
active stance to fight
preferring the incognito
guise pitch dark vested gentry
donning luxury invisible
accouterment shade o' midnight
proffered, though natural camouflage
infrared crosshairs nonetheless did sight,
when scaredy cat sacrificial scapegoat
experienced his sealed fate, a heavy smite
upon me noggin scrambled outlook
seeing stars courtesy topflight -
(bare in) strong arms hoodlums
brandishing razor sharp dagger
type like fangs able, eager,
(think) bloodthirsty 10,000
homicidal maniacs
ready and willing to bite
simultaneously trumpeting
hate speech to excite
curious madding crowd
glomming to render airtight
any possible safe escape,
yours truly turned white
as a sheet.
What did You do
Lost without You
Believed in You
Where did You go
Telling people to trust You
Willing to serve You
But where are You
You’re not You
What happened
You’re not here
Full of stress
Stress to be relieved
Still believe in your power
Although my faith in You got lower
Thought You’re the greatest
Found You the lowest
People are dying
You’re not doing anything
Where are Your promises
Lost in Your promises
You said to wait
Now is the date
Rule over Your kingdom
Your land where You’re the King
Please tell them what You want
Leave not your creatures
Have pity on them
They need You
Feed them with Your love
Including the Higher powers
Explain that You also love them
That they’re not alone
You’re not here
Feel lost without You
Clarify Your intention
Authorize Your plan
Higher Power demonstrates the purpose
So that population understands
Grasp the difficulties
Termination of soul
Difficult judgment
Preferred situation
For life to go on
Enjoyed peacefully
Keep it simple
I initiate
I give
Love
Lord
Zach Paynter said free Taiwan.. and liberate the world from tyranny.
I'm dead to you at least
I have the receiptz
Z...
I do not authorize unapproved plagiarism first . Just send me a message and we'll get back to you. ??