Best Blatant Poems
The sun was setting against the city backdrop,
City lights started coming on one by one.
The bustling city traffic was beginning to ease,
Party animals were getting ready to have some fun.
In all, it was quite an amazing sight,
Like a painting, completed, resting on an easel;
Yet, something seemed quite out of place,
Something felt like it just didn't fit in.
For by the road, there lay a heap
Some garbage bags covered in flies,
I moved in closer and my heart just froze
I could have sworn I heard something cry!
Startled, I hunched over the heap of bags
As I looked for the source of the sound,
Nothing could have prepared me for this...
I couldn't believe what I had found!
There in the middle of that pile of filth,
Lay a beautiful baby girl!
Abandoned, hungry, unwanted, rejected
Thrown away by some ungrateful souls!
I picked up this poor little babe
And wrapped her in my jacket,
As I ran towards the nearest hospital,
Just praying that she would make it!
I sat there in the emergency room, numb,
A policeman came over to question me,
All I could think about was this little girl
Given up on by her very own family!
In the distance, electronic music filled the air,
The party animals were dancing along...
A lone street light flickered and burnt out;
The painting didn't seem significant anymore.
-Dedicated to the girl child. Female infanticide and child abandonment is real. We must work together, towards making a difference. Blatant Oblivion is not the answer.
Villanelle: The Fake or the Phoney thrive only on blatant envy
The Fake or the Phoney thrive only on blatant envy
Who’ll stoop to any level to scuttle the imagined rival
Smiles drawn tight on faces sullen with conspiracy
Yin’s motivating force lies in usurping Yang’s glory
Drives it to ape and rob the Yang for supposed survival
The Fake or the Phoney thrive only on blatant envy
In scarce genuine values world the spurious spawn many
Few who strive for what endures bypass not the ephemeral
Smiles drawn tight on faces sullen with conspiracy
Cryptomaniacs control art subsumed into personality
Accidental uses of material rate neither as error nor trial
The Fake or the Phoney thrive only on blatant envy
The Spurious clamour with the public for easy bounty
Even time-tested concepts and ideas hardly prove original
Smiles drawn tight on faces sullen with conspiracy
Envy turns the sprocket chains of fortune for the many
Who just skip and dance and hoot till the final upheaval
The Fake or the Phoney thrive only on blatant envy
Smiles drawn tight on faces sullen with conspiracy
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2014
She exists for a man only
He achieved what a man can
That of trying a trick abstractly
She easily got henned in hand!
Decisions are tough, exclaimed she aloud
Life in love is not easy
He, a rose in hand, proud
Rose up to a plane above
She, a tender one with exalt
Thought of love as sincere admiration
Found out the abrupt truth, abomination!
Her only precious asset his inspiration
Her own body, as sexy asphalt!
oh how they don’t like it when one of their own
turns on them,
oh how they don’t like it when he gets a gun---
oh how easily they lie when their lies are exposed &
now Mr. Dorner is dead,
just like they planned.
as parallels are made with Waco &
the buzz clips show the forceful roasting of the cabin in which
Dorner hid for his last moments,
the audio exchanges of the officers in question who
intentionally deployed the burners in order to
set it aflame & reduce it to rubble,
echo a tune that we all know too well---
that the pigs oinking round in the LAPD are good at what they do &
that is wielding
unbridled violence---
as they have done in the past,
so they continue in the present.
so does it make you feel more safe, america,
when those that get paid to “protect us”
end up getting burnt to ash
because they complained about the rampant racism
that flourishes within those very police departments
in which they work
&
were subsequently fired?
will you get in line & again,
as in
EVERY CASE OF GUN VIOLENCE IN THE EMPIRE,
point the finger at the shooter &
refuse to ask any questions as to
why
someone ends up unloading on people?
is it easier for you to sleep at night,
now that one man has been burnt to ash
after being hunted by the very organization in which he was
once employed?
you don’t smell a rat in the sewer?
nawww…it’s just so much easier to think that the state
has your back &
then change the channel with one hand while
stuffing your face with Doritos
with the other
(so you don’t have to see the footage of the flames),
isn’t it.
Blatant Bill Propose
Blatant bill by congress they did propose;
When a weirdo on you grows and grows;
Latest have heard,
Is totally absurd;
Trump has orange hair and nose that glows.
Guess anyone else would call them
attention getters.
Jim Horn
a woman's lust is as carnal as any
man's but has desires of the heart to match
necessary as breathing to have both....
the soft line of her body speaks to me
her eyes burn hot with meanings heartfelt
powerful desire to caress her lovely features washes over me
wanting and being wanted little game we play silently
she is feasting on my blatant lust
heart knowing the beauty of being desired so deeply
wanting to be wanted is its own fantasy furrowing deep in her loins
but a woman's lust is love's strength and body's craving in the same breath
true beauty is found when the two desires meet
when a woman's heart finds the heat of her lust
gives herself to it and takes it by strength of will at the same time
i feel it in her hard embrace while she softly caresses
her soft skin devours my mind
salted hot lustful
run my bare hand over its velvet warmth
and her silken skin speaks to me in
ways only a man can taste with his soul
...her pale thin lips dangerous...eyes closed
kiss long wet deep gentle hard hot
she bites lower lip soft with anticipation
by the nearness of me
i can feel her deep lustful breathing faster longing
her bare skin sets me on fire
her eyes drug me
her soft lips silence me
Nothing happens for a reason
There are just reasons why things happen
On the the brink of change
Vague yes but rearranged
At the edge but with a grin
Not some grim hypocrisy
It might seem like a phase
You said "Grow up and act your age!"
But I reciprocated
While you elated, confiscating
I may not seem enraged
But the seam has burst this rotting cage
And now I've been unleashed
Only to see that I can breath
Insanity's cold touch
Has softened up this bleeding crutch
To gain a new perspective
Convey to you I've had enough
Trust is never clear, but is often blurry
Brutal honesty given out loud, often met with fury
At times I've had guts to spill, but no one's trustworthy
Betrayals of confidence with friends, most just run away with hurry
The corpse of my blatant truth
Circled by vultures since my youth
Deceitful when true friendship calls
Don't like this reflection, perhaps break the mirrors on your walls
They're looting Wal-Marts today
to solve America's problems tomorrow
Anyone with a heart can see
Wal-Mart's blatantly racist pedigree
Why, they've hired a single black
and non-white customers enter from the back
Only rich folks can afford their stuff
their high-priced items cost so much
Wal-Mart robs and rapes our country blind
a product of white folks' poisoned minds
If we can just burn down all their stores
there won't be no racism in the USA no more
In my ultimate unnatural timidity,
I must admit a bit of vulgar sublimity
In my blatant disregard for femininity
And my propensity for despising fake saccharinity
Intoxicating sweat of misfits
Consuming your glowing banners
Robbing free information from the mansions
Settled silently in a tight space
Peddling sympathy, logic, and fate
I'm a poor boy with a dull toy
Don't penalize me for your mistakes
Dont enslave me with syrup dripping pancakes
In the heart of trivial bull*****mounds
The purest hounds will release their chains
Echoing dreams from raw sound chambers
With my megaphone blatantly displayed
Ill funnel the furry
Of this generations dead mercenaries
Those corporate baffled cocktail parties
What else to steal the banquet
Gossip peddlers employing
Data mining technicians
All the drama of man versus woman
Ensemble- nature has a date
With destiny
Your face is tiny on my screen,
one square among the twenty-two -
but rising out of my laptop,
somehow you fill the entire room.
The professor talks away but
I scarcely listen, for meanwhile,
I can spend the whole meeting with
my eyes fixed on your smile.
my mind tells my heart
my heart believing the ruse
trusting what it feels
tug dug poems remind me of old luglug bird tugs bugs here and there!