Best Blackest Poems
Flow
with me
along
the
rivers of
common
sense,
eroding
the
riverbeds
of
tribalism
and
racism,
revitalising
the very
essence
of man's
existence.
Flow
with me
you will
get the
sense.
Dine
with me
on the
table of
realism
and
enjoy
the
fruits of
collectivism.
Because
you
donot
see
beyond
races
and
tribes,
you will
call me
*****.
Because
you
think
with
limitations,
you will
see me
inferior.
You wil
diffuse
your ego
in your
own
biased
prejudices
because
you do
not see
beyond
the
physical.
Because
you are
not like
me,
I am
black
proud
and
honoured.
I
humble
my
blackself
before
your
racial
utterances
because
i know i
am
reason
for envy.
I am the
blackest
black,
the one
racists
choose
to hate
because
i am a
living
testimony
to their
fallacy.
You will
call a
brother
*****
because
you
think
with
limits.
You will
see
another
inferior
because
you do
not see
beyond
the
physical.
I am the
blackest
black,
flow
with me
here,
dine
with me
you will
see i
nothing
lack.
Categories:
blackest, absence
Form:
ABC
senses flee a body still
clouds of grey destroy this life
child unknown its mother slain
a dying oath of lasting pain
feet pause to view the light
where feelings awaken beyond sight
an accidental touch doth break the keep
for undying love my blackest rose
Categories:
blackest, death, devotion, lost love,
Form:
Rhyme
as the Towers die away
alone on a beach where thunderheads Roll
where I stood far from
shards of glass fire, horror, disaster
they televised only elemental chaos
cold rains passed through a nation's heart
then through my soul, hardened
on that day
that day when the unimaginable was destined
to end in fear
the day the towers came down
an insane day of Great Pain
that still haunts our hearts
still to this day, it is a new Infamy
a day that will live forever
for me then, the horrors of the coming holocausts
crowed my nightmares
a great stain of our collective history.
Felt in great disdain as I watch nightmares coming,
the towers, falling,
falling down to earth!
I watch the darkness gather in its wake
the blackest day never dreamt
as a nation cries
as a nation tries to understand
and Stand to face the terror of those future days
I watch divisions of desolation pit
Man against man
Brother against brother
belief against belief
these still echos through to this day
We fought back the tears
And watch what was happening
I try as I might
I try to see a future bright
I try as I might see a nation called together
to come to arms to take a stand
to muster the fight against an invisible enemy
I try and realize this world
this world was destroyed, rearranged
I cry as I feared the loss of a nation's soul
the time is at hand for a new day to be born
I will try and not let the hate burn out the rage
in the coming age, phantoms will linger
in the waiting, the slicing the wrong from right
I watch as a nation stands
tries to understand
a greater love Beyond destiny
I try to stand and understand this war
coming our way
postscript: this was 20 plus years yesterday ago
much has changed much has never gone away,
just like these tears, I fight as memory
cascades a storm in my inner history
all is left open, a sore
all is debris scattered
along a distant shore
now a new terror is born...a new war has come!
2 years and counting...
Categories:
blackest, allegory, america, angst, change,
Form:
Free verse
The whispering begins Maybe our Fairy God Mother came Sunday night and changed Ma’am
Oh Dot we can only wish so , I’m a little apprehensive, Al what does aperentcive mean I
asked
It means unsure , unreal piped Joe and Jim Bobby why aren’t you eating? Is there any rat
poison
Ma’am probably put it in the eggs Bobby don’t talk like that Billy’s woofing his breakfast down
Of course he’s Ma’am’s Pet, alright, alright let’s take advantage of the Fairy God Mother
Ma’am
Becky tell Millie you and her will dry George and Harry will put away Dot put everything away
The rest of you guys wipe the table and mop the floor I call wiping the table said Joe (always
easy)
Hey Pet go upstairs and ask Ma’am if she needs a fresh towel or anything tell her we’re
almost done
When Billy came down we were all sitting at the clean table with our hands folded She’s
coming now
Ma’am walked into the kitchen, wearing a muti-colored flower dress that matched to a tee
her parasol
Tucked in the bow of her dress was the black rider’s crop which she always carried with her,
just in case
Ma’am, you look beautiful, She playfully grabbed George’s ear I’m not going to tell all of you
again Call
Me “MOM” I don’t want to use this today (touching the Ebony Crop) in fearful uncertain unison
yes MOM
William go to the living room closet and bring the bag out here “hey guys look brand new
beach pails”
“Jesus Christ” Did you say something Robert we all swallow our breath “ I-i said ”Mom your
so nice”
Her hand never even moved toward the Crop Maybe Dotty was right, maybe we had a Fairy
God Mother
Categories:
blackest, childhood, confusion, family, mothergod,
Form:
Narrative
Much As Love And Hope Defeats Blackest Blight
I shall walk from the dark into new light
Much as love and hope defeats blackest blight
So too, may faith in recovery ask
Does not the hero, in great courage bask
To stride a victor over battles fought
A winner, hero, to live again thus sought.
I shall walk from the dark into new light
To view morn again, revel in delight
So too, shall hope gift its defending shield
Much as beauty to mankind such truth yields
Knowledge within life's wandering parade
Revealing heart's dreams are too oft overplayed.
I shall walk from the dark into new light
Beg forth a basking moon, to defeat night
So too, will joy and happiness return
As wisdom teaches, life's truths we must learn
Alas! To man a great battle to win
In this earthen sea that so darkly spins.
I shall walk from the dark into new light
Much as love and hope defeats blackest blight
So too, may faith in recovery ask
Does not the hero, in great courage bask.
I shall walk from the dark into new light.
Much as love and hope defeats blackest blight.
Robert J. Lindley, 4-07-2022
Rhyme, ( Found Within A Deep-Sent Night Dream )
Categories:
blackest, art, deep, encouraging, hope,
Form:
Rhyme
Now Children the pink and purple pails are for the girls, blue and green for the boys
We are going berry picking down by the stone wall Mr. Bethel said we could pick his berries
too
The stone wall off limits to the Webb household, Bobby, Joe and Jim had the scars to prove it
Oh, “MOM“, (coil in fear, no crop) Thank-you What did Millie say; Are we going to make pies?
Ma’am didn’t know sign language, of course we will tell her she can wear the number 2 apron
Dotty, George, and I started running to the end of our property Slow down They’re
excited “Mom”
I know Alice listen you older kids will be paired up with the younger ones: Alice, George and
Harry
Virginia, William and Dorothy; Joe Jim and Robert; Rebecca you’re the best signer, You and
Mildred
Alice, yes Harry why did Ma’am say we could call her “MOM” my voice shakes when I say
Mom
I think all of us feel that way; but make hay while the sun shines, What? Just let her be
MOM today
Pick them ,don’t eat them Wow, Al ,that’s what Becky just said to Millie look Millie said they’re
so sweet
You can read that from over here Yep Millie and Becky have been teaching me. You know
what this means
Easy: I Love you too Where is George? Over there George your not suppose to be on that
side of the wall
It’s sprinkling , my pails almost full come on George let’s go back to “Mom” Alice go get the
other children
This is the first time since I’ve been here that we were all together, laughing and talking
while Mom smiled
As we got to the steps of the porch the sky opened sheets of rain a bolt of lighting , a sonic
boom of thunder
Categories:
blackest, childhood, confusion, family, history,
Form:
Narrative
Daddy, George's eyes are still opened so he's alive
"Lilyann, what the Hell is going on ; Joe call the Police
Tell them we need a couple of ambulances"
Come here little guy, Dad took a hanky out of his pocket
wiped my lips Looks like you lost some teeth
At least they were baby teeth soon 5 Police cars and 2 ambulances
They took Ma'am In her blood soaked dress into the first car
"Wait : Ma'am George said HE LOVES YOU
The next day We all headed to new Foster Homes.
Inspired by YOUTH Dedicated In LOVING MEMORY Of George Francis Murphy
March 3, 1950 --- July 10. 1956 My Brave and Happy Brother
Categories:
blackest, childhood, dedication, family, history
Form:
Narrative
What a terrible passage here conveyed
showing how wicked is the human heart
allowing sin to overtake that person
leading them in Satan's hand in no small part
This is seen in the person of Judas Iscariot
a disciple that betrayed his master
one that made a profession of faith
his heart condition was a real disaster
Judas had privileges beyond many
a chosen apostle, companion of Christ
heard Jesus preach, witnessed his miracles
yet his heart unchanged, even by the sacrifice
For he indeed heard the gospel message
that repent from sin, that God would forgive
but he had a darling sin he'd not let go
money was his god for it he loved to live
Jesus words 'one of you shall betray me'
makes one ponder for no disciple spoke
the blackest page in the scriptures
for here shows Judas heart never broke
Let us observe these sober verses
to only be of a sound heart conversion
search me Lord and test my heart
that we truly not fall into desertion
(' When it was evening, he reclined at table with the twelve. And as they were eating, he said, “Truly, I say to you, one of you will betray me.” And they were very sorrowful and began to say to him one after another, “Is it I, Lord?” He answered, “He who has dipped his hand in the dish with me will betray me. The Son of Man goes as it is written of him, but woe to that man by whom the Son of Man is betrayed! It would have been better for that man if he had not been born.” Judas, who would betray him, answered, “Is it I, Rabbi?” He said to him, “You have said so.”)
Matthew 26:20-25 (ESV)
Categories:
blackest, betrayal, bible, good friday,
Form:
Rhyme
pretender kings
in hollow realms,
sullen on iron thrones,
skeletal fish
in mercurial ponds,
eating their own tails,
fractured reflections
in shadowed mirrors,
eyes following with distorted grins,
salt stained pilgrims
passing bestial gods,
lapping blood in trenchers,
and I, what have I become?
What I have always been.
Categories:
blackest, introspection,
Form:
Free verse
The thunder so loud scared Ginny , she tripped on the last step ,fell on the porch spilling her
berries
Another flash of lighting and in that split second “Mom” became a very dark and Evil “MA’AM”
The Ebony Crop came out of the bow and with a force I’d never seen Ma’am use, across
Ginny’s thighs
“YOU little *****, I slave all morning making breakfast , I take you out to meet mother
nature; pick berries
And this is the thanks I get I want all of YOU to empty your buckets Right here on the porch
Right NOW”
Billy was first and then went to help Ginny; Billy YOU need help I said The Crop hit me right
in the mouth
I spit teeth and blood all over Alice’s blouse; his name is William and then a sight none of us
had ever seen
Ma’am hit Billy in the back of the head he fell on the floor and didn’t move Bobby tried to
grab the Crop
She split his face from forehead to chin. “Now dance, Dance on those berries; stomp them
into the porch
Screaming, crying, blood , tears flying: a lunatic waving a blood coated riding crop in victory.
Billy got up
“get over here William and start jumping on the berries, your not crying , there’s no babies in
this house”
“HA HA HA HEH HEH I am the Queen, the ruler“---it didn’t seem possible but Ma’am’s eyes
went black
“George Francis get your ass over here; ”Ma’am” open your hand OPEN IT Berries! YOU little
Bastard
Lightning lit up the yard for the fatal blow right in the throat blood spew from his mouth and
from his neck
“Awice Awice wook down the dwive way Dawwy’s coming home Bobby, Jim .and Joe tackled
MA”AM
I couldn’t talk vewy well George, George “ Harry my real Mommy is right over there Calling
me Home
Good-bye see you at my new house, tell everyone I Love them even MA’am.
Categories:
blackest, childhood, family, history, mother
Form:
Narrative
Alice! Alice wake up, She half opens the door, What? Wake the girls Ma’am’s making
breakfast
Harry did you hit your head on something? Al , Ma’am told me to wake everyone for
breakfast
I went first to “Billy’s mattress hey PET wake up, Bobby throws a pillow over his head “Jesus”
Harry shut up ,Ma’am will hear you” Ma’am told me to wake you guys up Al’s waking the girls
The girls get the tub first again : I don’t think we have to bathe today We have to go down
stairs
Everybody was ready at the top of the stairs Alice grabbed my hand “you go first Ma’am
expects it
We all joined hands and Alice prayed “Dear Heavenly Father Watch over our souls, guide
our Hearts
At the top of the stairs I yelled “Ma’am we’re ready “Call me Mom ,your eggs are getting cold
Hurry”
Everyone’s eyes darted back and forth to each other, Ginny signed Millie Ma’am said call her
MOM
Millie’s response was to fast to understand, down stairs through the living room into the
kitchen “WOW”
Eleven plates filled with Eggs, sausage, English muffins , peanut butter and jam eleven large
orange juice
We all stared with our mouths opened ; the lady in the kitchen looked like Ma’am acted like a
MOM
“You going to stand there all day catching flies or you going to eat breakfast” we scurried to
our seats
“Alice will say grace I’m going upstairs to soak, I want the dishes done and the kitchen clean
when I return”
“God we thank-you for this food, for wind and rain and Sun above :but most of all for those
we Love Amen” “” AMEN””
Categories:
blackest, childhood, family, historyme, me,
Form:
Narrative
It becomes so hard to forget a day like today
So close to the sea, so close to the end of forever
The blackness paints too perfectly for words to say
I am to see a life beyond my life to be better
I cannot emphasize enough how much it got me
So many years in the making without realization
Seen wasn't until to see... to actually be
Are we truly a human in actual mannerism
How has it become an achievement to attain?
A betterment in life to only those who can afford
That of poor for richness to maintain
Why isn't the unaffordable in accord?
And it isn't a human life who awoken my senses
Simply an other living species who indulges
Every other lives born into chances
Never in manners... certainly not in sizes
I might just well forget this very day
Because to witness is to forget or remember forever
When blackness paints too perfectly beyond words to say
There are always a different life beyond life to be better
Categories:
blackest, life,
Form:
Rhyme
Black Friday,
iconic of Climate Fragility,
is designed to transition retail
from red
to black
end of year balance sheets.
Black Friday
is black
good
wealthy
robust
from a competitive corporate perspective.
What feels too seldom noticed,
This capital-acquisition game
is played with ZeroSum win/lose assumptions:
Retail corporations
are more likely to go richly black
as consumer households,
especially marginally surviving households,
urban apartheid neighborhoods,
rural failing family farms,
reach into shallowing pockets
to risk red indebted shortfall,
unhoused lack of holds.
To align our ecopolitical color scheme,
black incorporated economic privilege
is fed by red consumer fragility
as white political privilege
feeds on black and brown
and cooperative rainbow fragility.
One of the ways
we can remember this color scheme,
no paranoid pun intended,
is through a song,
Red and yellow,
black and white,
these are diversely precious
in His Straight White corporate sight
ReIncarnated Capital-Infested God
loves all consumers
of the ZeroSum WinLose
global market world.
This version suffers
from unlyrical challenges,
yet it still has a Black Friday ring
to cash re-registering around us.
The title of this song escapes me.
Was it
He's Got the Whole World in His Corporation
or Shop Til We Drop?
The voracious squirrels must think we're nuts,
especially on Black Friday.
Categories:
blackest, earth, god, health, humor,
Form:
Political Verse
Deepest Love Destroyed By Blackest Of Lies
Flailing away against dark, stormy wind
daggers cutting up lonely tormented heart.
What more can evil dare my way to send
before anguished soul decides to depart?
Thunder roars, ears hears unrelenting cries
agony grows with every booming clap.
Deepest love destroyed by blackest of lies
where can be found, sweet escape from that trap?
Rolling clouds, blocking truth's shining relief
under cascading gloom and stone cold hail.
Will justice match honorable belief
to fight and this thundering storm thus quell?
Hope, hold on, light's pure truth will one day shine.
Faith and pure love shall once again be mine!
Robert J. Lindley, 8-12-2016
Poem Syllable Counter Results
Syllables Per Line: 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10
Total # Syllables: 140
Total # Lines: 17 (Including empty lines)
Words with (syllables) counted programmatically: N/A
Total # Words: 100
Note --Cranked out this morn....
Yet again my muse cautioned me against being lazy and my forgetting
that writing brings relief and life..
Categories:
blackest, appreciation, art, deep, loss,
Form:
Sonnet
the Egyptian queen's eye make-up had to be perfect
she instructed her face painter to make it extra green
and the blackest ebony you can imagine she instructed him
the harried creator had to add more lead and more copper
each time he thought it was right she shot him down
More green, more black, and she frowned at his efforts
No one was more difficult to please than Cleopatra
He did not realize she was planning her death day.
And wanted her corpse to look a certain gorgeous way
Categories:
blackest, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form:
Free verse