Best Brazen Poems
Of love there is no antidote nor cure,
A brazen heart knows nothing of the hand,
That guides this Cupid arrow fair and pure,
And pierces through with art that soul can stand.
Of choice the soul knows nothing to begin,
As seeds that scatter aimlessly on clay,
Some grow and flourish unbeknown to him,
That stalks the Earth oblivious and grey.
Confounded he, who is awakened so,
From anaesthetic binding dark as night,
When true love strikes and soul begins to glow,
He see’s a Universe that’s blazing bright.
And brazen heart is smelted down to flesh,
And nourished through with all of loves relish.
If the sin of pride is my condign curse;
then I own it, and I can do no worse.
If the world disdains me, not saying why;
then I can stand it, though I want to die.
Outcast for good, alone for evermore,
as souls recoil, ne'er to enter my door.
Because of pride, I'm kept from the Lord's light;
lost, I curse Heaven with all of my might!
(Too bad if some don't recognize my genius;
but know, great souls believe in their greatness.
So spite this world if I'm damned any longer,
for the burden of brilliance makes me stronger!)
Inconsiderate Brazen Boy
Who knows not what good to do
You forget your manners
Respectful to none but those with a gun
And thus having broken all the rules
Inconsiderate Brazen Boy
Who in spite of a good mother’s love
Shows no kindness, sympathy, nor compassion
You follow not the Golden Rule she taught
But seek only ill-gotten crimes of passion
Inconsiderate Brazen Boy
Thy callused heart strings untuned
What innocence is left with in your breast
What values have you for those that adored you
Having their hope replaced by your dope
Is this the life you envisioned
Inconsiderate Brazen Boy
Your once good name now vulgar
Your pants hang low so your butt can show
And you believe it’s sexy
Inconsiderate Brazen Boy
Death and violence amidst your comrades
Will bring about your destruction
Thy family of gang which kill, cheat, and steal
You lay still in a red pool of clay as they mock you
Inconsiderate Brazen Boy
Stand before thy creator
For your life for right you tossed for the left
Only now do you weep for the Savior
Indian cats do a cha cha cha
Four cartoons which were easy to draw
One breaks rank and yells rah rah rah!
They are as brazen as I ever saw!
There has to be a space between the train and the platform. Otherwise, there would be a lot of grinding and friction. But not surprisingly, there are plenty of folk that don’t grasp basic physics. You need to step on solid matter rather than air. That is, at least, if you want to avoid falling down. They now have to post signs warning us of this imminent, obvious danger. They implore us to watch the gap between the train and the platform. Apparently, many of us still believe we can fly. Disney flicks aside, I generally encourage fools to dream and provide my entertainment.
I watch the folly
the careless, disdain for science
trying to land on air
Ah, such brazen disregard
It always inspires me
in violet dawn
he screeches a world awake
barnyard bugler struts
the sun is coming
and he's the first one to know
blooms and butterflies
red rooster so bold
like desert cactus flowers
and amber at noon
We used to have a wonderful crew at work.
Sixteen, men who thought alike.
Then someone upstairs decided to hire two female engineers.
They hired the wrong two.
These interlopers are not demure, dainty or feminine.
They are brazen vixens.
With their bobbed hair and their wanton ways.
They read the financial pages, as if they understand them.
More like men than women, they are manly women.
Independent thinkers.
Way too brassy.
Too bold, too confident, too vocal.
We make fun of them from the window.
Because we dare not do it in person.
I should like to take Bitter Rattles
As in their own right Brazen battles …
Intensely, The Speaker is flowing,
Whether or not with eyes glowing;
Also riotously, he is thinking
And as riotously blinking,
A nearby child to start yellowing
And into its shell burrowing;
Panicked sows not farrowing,
For as long as he isn’t mellowing
And down issues narrowing,
His forehead oddly furrowing …
Visibly, it is one drying up,
The Badly Thirsty with a glass cup.
His name was Charlie and he had an itch.
To bed a woman with a glass eyed twitch.
She was handy.
They were randy.
Nine months later they had a little snitch.
Written 12-29-2018 contest: Bawdy Poem
Sponsor: Tania Kitchin
Bee
Buzzing
Dive Bombing
Big Bothersome
Daring, Bullying
Brazenly, Bold
Bumble
Bee
Your dazzling light
Kept shining brightly
Absorbing all the terrestrial grace
Roundabout you
Adorning your grace
As a crown
Placed by heaven itself
here you stood
Towering high amidst the scarlet meadows
Mocking the modern beauties
With the woven silks of ancient sages
Brazen trails with colourful glory
Ye sat majestically
Clad in glorious wonders
Brilliant bright brazen Brazilian Brutus brokered brave
Broomsticks bragging beyond bellowing birch branches
Bypassing bitty bites brought on by bystanders.
The child I could never be- but I was still adored.
The lost milestones will never be restored.
The hope for normalcy will never be revived.
The normalcy that I thought was worth being strived.
Those habits that I used to treasure.
That now haunt me and take away my pleasure.
Those odd ways of mine, are becoming unwoven.
As has my silence, from now on I am brazen!
The spirit whispers,
fall upon deaf ears.
They wonder greatly,
our unfounded fears.
Raise up your courage,
there is ground to stand.
You may not conquer,
but may shake their hand.
The difficult things,
that make who we are.
The enlightenment,
that makes up a star.
Old men live the past,
remember the day.
When they saved the world,
then went out to play!
date:3/30/22
I notice nostalgias fly
I’m soaring oh so high
I shy away, I won’t lie
This here, I cannot deny
I’m brazen today,
But I’m under a wicked spell
I’m brazen today,
But I’ll nurture my lullaby-stricken well
As I brew it all away in hell
As I, out of the blue, dwell
In a world, going pell-mell
Does this cruelness ring a bell?
I’m brazen today,
But I’m under a wicked spell
I’m brazen today,
But I’ll nurture my lullaby-stricken well
I’m brazen today,
But I’m under a wicked spell
I’m brazen today,
But I’ll nurture my lullaby-stricken well
Some say
I’m a loner come what may
But, I miss my family
I do dearly, extremely, and tremendously
I’m brazen today,
But I’m under a wicked spell
I’m brazen today,
But I’ll nurture my lullaby-stricken well
I’m brazen today,
But I’m under a wicked spell
I’m brazen today,
But I’ll nurture my lullaby-stricken well
I’m under a horrendous, disastrous and mistrustful spell
But, I’m brazen as hell — does this ring a bell?
Oh well…
I tired of trying
So fatigued of crying
I’m intrigued of your belief system
Your relief and grief gave me Jerusalem
Vibes…vibes…
I heard it through the strawberry vines
And the cherry trees above
I’m a rainbowish dove of love
I’m brazen today,
But I’m under a wicked spell
I’m brazen today,
But I’ll nurture my lullaby-stricken well
I’m brazen today,
But I’m under a wicked spell
I’m brazen today,
But I’ll nurture my lullaby-stricken well
I need peace in and of mind
I can’t stand being so blind
Brazen, yet sheepish
I am so outlandish
Peculiar to the touch
I miss you so much…
A bunch of tears stray away from my eyes
Over the years, I have given in to your lies
Now, I know the truth behind it all
I must stand tall and hear His call
I’m brazen today,
But I heard you’re under a wicked spell
I’m brazen today,
But I’ll nurture my lullaby-stricken well
I want something true
I want someone — I do
I can’t live with myself any longer with this knifed strife
If you can’t be with me through the silver linings of life