Best Black Art Poems
Wars and crimes,
Hunger and thirst,
Sad for the world,
My heart bursts.
Holding onto hope by my fingertips,
Drinking polluted water by sips.
Blood of the wounded,
Blood of the dead,
Blood of the innocent on their heads.
My mother's tears,
My father's fears,
All in the hands of the puppeteers.
So much grief,
So much sorrow,
How can I face another tomorrow?
The seas are sick.
The fish die.
The ice melts.
Smoke fills the sky.
Greed, their god, has no heart,
Leads the puppeteers
In their black art.
They're bankers and kings and billionaires.
They gamble with life
Causing poverty, death, terror and strife.
They call it freedom, courage and bravery
While we live and die
In invisible slavery.
Why do we follow them like sheep?
Why do we believe their flaming lies?
Can't we see through their disguise?
Wake up!
Stop killing each other!
Take off your helmets and walk away.
Save your death for another day.
By: Carole O'Terry Duet
Copyright Jan. 9, 2016
"All Rights Reserved"
Categories:
black art, political, pollution, war,
Form:
Free verse
"The Fresh Blooding of a Sexton Grin"
Guns ...
are for p*ssies
you know, short for
pussilanimous plural
Words …
are sharper
more cutting
more lethal
clean
concise
quill slicing the lucid flow
you can taste the blood
as you turn them
twist them further in
with valour
war cry bitten
you drive them deeper in
you unsheathe love
as a hard win,
victorious, won
ink blooms
potent power from
your stellar wounds
darkened roads
shining home
lux vitae dei vox
Home ...
morning star
quod scripsi scripsi
turns the light on
to birth puissant
in the majestic
seat of third eye
commanding
the truest titulus
initials glowing
arriving on cloudy tomes
perilously igniting
new fiery caims
swallowing
ouroboros tales
hear the battle cry
you were built
to withstand the fall
to more mighty again rise
the gauntlet
now well
and truly thrown
something
more darkly formidable
than shady insult sown
sink your new teeth in
fresh biting warrior
I christen you Boadicea
blood cup possessed
razor mind in you conjuring
the tongues of hearts to speak
there is no escape
for in you, I am and
I will always live
crucifying
all the wasting yesterdays
with fresh blooded promissory notes
staking claims of assurance
in the terror firmer
here to stay
sharpening
words taken
from a stone
n'ere a flowery
verbose drip
wasted
salting
the new cuts
to feel something vital
smiling within
fresh blooding
the Sexton grin
(LadyLabyrinth / 2022)
“Come as You Are”/Nirvana
https://youtu.be/W2QeQ9ZufAk
“The Black Art”/Anne Sexton
https://allpoetry.com/The-Black-Art
“Her Kind”/Anne Sexton
https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/42560/her-kind
Sexton. noun
titulus. noun
Caim. noun
Sanctuary; An invisible circle of protection drawn around the body with the hand, to remind one of being safe and loved even in the darkest times.
"STRONG"
https://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/strong_1192970
LYRICS/"Come as You Are", Nirvana
https://genius.com/Nirvana-come-as-you-are-lyrics
Categories:
black art, courage, muse, strength,
Form:
Free verse
She hugged me and bit my earlobe
Scratched me and pricked me with a probe
That way she made love
I forgot my glove
Cactus my wife without a robe
I planted her in my bleeding heart
She came from Mexico with love tart
I was not careful with her spine
And drank from her goblet of wine
I should have known her skill of black art
Love or Hate pick a subject #2 - Poetry Contest
Sponsor Shadow Hamilton
Penned on 7th March 2015
Categories:
black art, fun,
Form:
Limerick
Lamenting love rest upon my humble heart,
May thy candle burn quickly before thy night…
Loves lament lies lingering from far apart,
For the slings and arrows deploy and depart,
Solitary stars sacrificed amidst dying light…
Lamenting love rest upon my humble heart,
A broken hearts graveyard a calamitous compart,
Release my soul this warmless winters white…
Loves lament lies lingering from far apart,
Your love has harpooned a distrustful dart,
Like a raging rioting roar with a bitter bite…
Lamenting love rest upon my humble heart,
Lost in love, arrested & abandoned by black art,
Your voiceless words are daggers that ignite…
Loves lament lies lingering from far apart,
For you, my love has become an infamous impart,
Where tedious tears testify tenderly in twilight…
Lamenting love rest upon my humble heart,
Loves lament lies lingering from far apart.
Jan.21.2020
Your Best 2019-2020 Villanelle
Sponsored by: William Kekaula
Placed 5'th...Thank You
Categories:
black art, longing, lost love, love
Form:
Villanelle
It was wonderment.
The mesmerizing expression rolled off her tongue in waves.
To my puzzlement I was in a state of allurement.
Her vibes were sent to me in soothsaying proportions.
It was almost trickery, but I knew where I was going.
To the festivity that arose through great apprehension.
Thoughts intertwined with her perplexity.
Her magnetism pulled me into an eternal trance.
We floated into elation of bewilderment.
Bygone indifference; we are one.
You are my goddess; ravishing, statuesque radiance.
Purely beautiful with a beautiful mind, heart and soul to match.
To my amazement I found her within.
She was snuggled in my organism.
Wrapped up in all of my thoughts.
She was warm.
I was connected with my wizardry.
She brought out the magic in me.
It was a prophecy.
To be told; never old.
We are undead together and full of life.
We are everything and nothing and everything in between.
And we are an incantation of youth.
We are; limitless.
Nonesuch bewitchment nor black art or ill will.
This was love as we hither to the schism of bliss.
Away with all devilry; we roam galaxies of heavens.
I hold you in my hands like a dragonfly who lets me.
My dragon with fire that doesn't burn me.
My butterfly who can hold my weight.
My snow in the sea; my light in the haze.
My flowers in the dirt; my green in the concrete.
Sail through my eyes, past the smoke.
Bring me closer to another zenith.
Give me your endless sensual voodooism.
My muse I adore; forever more.
She has taken me to that statuesque radiance.
Categories:
black art, adventure, beautiful, creation, desire,
Form:
Concrete
It’s never thee~End
I don’t mean, to seem so hungry, to see you~
or have every thought~ be of you
My only gate, is the one standing between time and love,
O~ I need another date
For if I hold any hate, it would have to be of love, this love many seem to hate
Fine art and black art have no control of my love, O sweet cherry love
My art piece shall be bold, bright and brilliant upon the stars
Come here my love, let me kiss and bring you a dove, I kiss your feet
For every second without you, confuses my thought it makes me hot
I want to French kiss, N~ a French knot and make ~ a love knot
What more can I say~ let’s disobey and cast away
Let us make love~ deep in the blue, under the ocean and above the clouds
For I love you, I do ~O~ so true, Imma be your flue
Cook you some beef stew and take our love to the moon
Lock our dessert spoon ~N~ a cocoon and turn us into cartoons
Roger Rabbit , that
I love you~ I do, now let’s make love again
Because
It’s never thee ~End
Categories:
black art, love,
Form:
Free verse
It's after the 'landslide?' Thieves stole the election!
This traitorous scum bag's a Russian invention,
But 'Charmin' (1) for Putin (that's on a good day!)
For the dark side of Trump's just black art on display!
Who’s sure what this Russian prick knows that we don't know?
His strength, the weak worship, on knees (that's 'for damn sho!'),
So sad (though it’s clear), the worst blackguards have pride,
But Trump prostitutes children! He's vacuum inside!
There'll never be 'wall,' Trump's 'top picks' terms in prison,
Their blood fouls saint's thoughts when 'land crocodile' (2) eats them
(Reality TV's so juicy!) Although
The best part of Trump's boners, the rainbows clouds grow!
Rich folk's lives reveal to the world that they're vassals,
Suggest to some peons' life's harder in castles,
Rich thinking perhaps they meow like a cat,
But when reckoning comes: will they squeak like a rat?
Long Tooth
August 16, 2018
Poet’s Notes:
(1) For those in the know ‘Charmin’ is what ‘privileged’ folks use to wipe
their tush!
(2) In the Malaysian language, a “Land Crocodile” is the phrase used to
describe a man who molests women, i.e., a playboy! What fun!
Categories:
black art, hilarious, political,
Form:
Rhyme
We're Here, And You're Not! (The Nazi Dream)
No man is born perfect (at least I'm that smart),
Though I'd never exclude you, tone deafness' black art,
It's 'oil cast on the water!' Is poetry's grooving
Not part of your plan? May God bless its improving!
Let me pray that I'm wrong - does humility rot?
Does our path to the future mean dead Camelot?
The dream I give credence, to celebrate rhyme,
Though now fashion's 'blank verse,' most ___ verse not worth time
Or the ink it consumes! I'll let history judge,
Mine's more musical trace! Let me not be a drudge,
Spontaneity, flow, how can they be a sin?
But what discipline tempers my rhymes - I count win!
I'm past seventy-six, and could put life on 'cruise,'
The best wine and posh food, as more money accrues,
Though investments may float long past day that I die,
The world's politics kill me! I hear the world cry
For a voice that might comfort where fear reigns insane,
More harmonious whispers perhaps ease its pain?
We're world's 'Jews' forced to shower in Nazi's camp's gas,
Who now choke on the bile from demented fool's ass,
Let us not go in peace or give up with no fight,
Still denounce the demonic, the death of all light,
That some rich would impose on the weaker on earth.
Should all dinosaurs die? Grant more humble rebirth!
Long Tooth
May 3rd of 2019
Categories:
black art, anxiety, betrayal, journey, life,
Form:
Rhyme
In the darkest hour of her deepest despair
The pain was so great she was madly aware
It went deep in her heart to the very worst part
Where there was nothing, just cold, dark, black art.
Pain turned to anger as she thought for a while
She'd thought he was her protector, so muscular, so mild
What he'd just told her put her in shock
Her life now in danger from some in the flock
The protector had put her in mortal danger
And why had he done this, he wasn't a stranger
Or was he? She'd known this man a decade or better
She'd knitted him many a warm woolen sweater
Testing of faith from one to another
From father to son, daughter to mother
Those that were friends were doubtful and then
Yes it was time to begin fresh again
Build up the trust that had been lost in the dust
Get rid of the wolves, the greed and the lust
Begin again, regain the trust that was void
Try once more not to be paranoid.
Categories:
black art, depression, forgiveness, lifetrust,
Form:
Dramatic Verse
Moth
In a kingdom full of ants
The splendid spider spidering
Deep into that darkness frogging
Death shall bring candlefish
It threw its ghost against the grubs
Deep into that darkness frogging
Death shall bring candlefish
It threw its ghost against the grubs
That moment my soul grew chafer
Through which came flying, flying, flying
How they were implying, solidifying - applying
I felt compelled to sniff the goldeneyes
And its eyes have all the leaping
That bound spathe - that bound spathe
I crave the thundering, thrusting tussock moth
I threw my bagworm upon the floor
I am shorn of my swath
And so I screamed, 'Is that a mediterranean flour moth?'
Deep into that darkness arcing
I heard a ferny, bouncing pluming
I discovered the mildews
That overhead spring - that overhead spring
They are perfumed from unseen ling
But in the fact that it was growling
Still is extolling, still is extolling
Long I stood there blossoming, strolling
And so you came gently swishing
Eagerly I looked for the worms
That thriving, thriving touting
Take thy expanse from out my heart
You warned me about the black art
Wafting and wafting with my tiger moth
While I pondered, incipient and wroth
There stood an addled troth
What could there be more purely loath?
While I pondered, shan and wroth
Plume - plume - plume!
Fluttering in the dusk and dark
The moth
4/9/19
written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2019©
Categories:
black art, analogy, appreciation, insect,
Form:
Free verse
The world clouded over the side walks started to crack
Motion became sickness as the sky from blue went black
Darkness consumed the Being of once enlightened souls
Pushing the weight of thunder burying all within dirty holes
Blindness opaqued the vision that light so often brings
Sensing how it all is senseless paid for in sufferings
Atop sits the entity, black clothes, black hair, black heart
Masked within his darkness painting our agony in black art
bmdavey@08/15/20
Categories:
black art, corruption,
Form:
Couplet
Sun’s splendor orange ball spread
O’re granite giants and tame vales
Wild wind’s daring waft he rode
How mystic, oh fate; ired dragon
By ired hero’s hand slayed
Upon chariot fierce steeds
Thunder and spear soiled the field
Slain souls of victory sang
In smote rows of flesh and blood
As his blade through palace rang
The sward she tamed with her lips
And arrow through heart deep
As she rose throne high
The queen veiled in black art
Of sweet caress and honey wine
And poison from the snake's heart
Categories:
black art, analogy, humanity, introspection, love,
Form:
Footle
Stone quarry
Stone quarryman
Stone worker
Quarry worker
Quarry labourer
Stone mason
Stone chisel
Cold chisel
Metal worker
Whitesmith
Silversmith
Tinsmith
Goldsmith
Blacksmith
Wordsmith;
Black art
Word art
Categories:
black art, art, jobs, words, work,
Form:
List
Cancer of my soul
It started unknowingly without a hint
In the deepest draped portion of my soul
Spreading it's empire in deathly shadowed glint
Armies of selfish thoughts multiplied defeating benevolent cells breathing hours
Loudest mute battle inside each soul's atom armoured
Drilling in wall of essence the cancerous hole
Slowly fingers of wrapped up feelings gripped
On caverns of my hurting soul's heart
Floating in demon's eyes splashed in endless yard
Constellation of dying harmony left trail of dust and smoke
Drowned in inescapable malady,the soulscape finally broke
Lies mortgaged and parched at corner of egocentric black art
04/01/2019
Categories:
black art, anxiety, cancer, deep, depression,
Form:
Rhyme
Vroom! The loudest noise echoes the night
Construction starts.
The night is shaken by booms and bangs
Of trucks, of heavy machines!
To have a road, a smoother wider road
The path to peaceful sleep is shaken
The ears cry of pain
The head pains in sigh.
No soul is asleep,
The once peaceful village
Is now plagued by noise.
The jolly cuckoo is frightened,
It stops singing.
Village dogs are shocked,
They are tired of barking,
Roosters cover their beaks,
Why should they crow?
Booms, bangs and vrooms, it never stops.
What have we done to deserve such a torture?
Greed for money,
Greed for development,
Greed for progress,
Greed for speedy journey!
Must development deprive us of sanity?
Nobody, not a soul dare to question.
Afraid of what?
Waiting for a sacrificial brave rat to bell the cat?
The village brought it upon itself.
Leaders fail to intervene,
The night progresses in agony,
Why construct the road at night?
Days and nights, forced to stay indoors
To escape death, to tend health!
But the road builders are immune to coronavirus?
In this lawless land,
Chaos on the road,
Chaos in the night,
Chaos inside the head!
Windows shake, the night shakes
Insanity is creeping near!
To connect with the outside world,
Another world is destroyed.
The village wails,
The birds are silenced,
The trees are uprooted,
Dust in the air,
Noise in the air!
If black art can be summoned
To zap this noise
To zap the machines
To zap the workers
To zap the leaders
To zap development!
Oh no, we don’t need another development wave!
We don’t need no road,
We don’t need no smoother road,
We don’t need no wider road!
For the comfort of tomorrow,
The ears are deaf,
Nature is silenced,
Noise wrecked the quietest night!
Listen, this road is your doomsday!
The noise deafen your ears,
You hear no noise now,
You hear no evil,
You hear no cries,
You hear no truth,
You hear no future!
The road steals your land,
The road steals your hearing.
The road steals your pristine nature,
The road steals your sleep.
In the years to come,
When the next generations lose everything,
Please, mourn not, whine not!
Speak not today,
Your voices are forever muted.
The noise continues...
Categories:
black art, angst, community, pain, sound,
Form:
Free verse