Best Caricature Poems
The Caricature
You like to label it as a nefarious empire
brought to power by an unpropitious circumstance
paint a picture of evil and malfeasance
blood soaked canvas is the final image
mass murderers, the greatest genocide
no good they have done, just vile and hate
inspired by the dynamism of the leader
black and white, no shades of gray
just a rancorous order
the caricature, of evil
the caricature, of misery
black or white, no shades of gray
don't ask, just swallow what they say
the caricature, cartoon villain
black and white, no shades of gray
from what I have seen, not as heinous as they say
from elimination of unemployment
to the strength through joy program
workers rights protected by a benevolent union
clean streets and nonexistent crime
pride in Fatherland at an all time high
health and prosperity never before seen
a million strong salute at the Nuremberg rallies
black and white, no shades of gray
tyrannical order
the caricature, of evil
the caricature, of the maleficent
black and white, no shades of gray
don't ask, just swallow what they say
the caricature, what Hollywood portrays
black and white, no shades of gray
You talk of atrocities and monstrous acts
but for once lets exam the facts
ever question if the victor lacked on an ethical standpoint?
ever committed presumptuous acts that are odious?
Examining rudiment facts, they had death camps
where the Soviets murdered 28 million in Gulags
innocents witnessed terror raids night after night
where The Royal Air Force murdered 300,000 in Dresden
so I ask who is really the hero and who is the Villain?
Black and white, no shades of gray
the caricature, portrait of infamy
the caricature, video game mad men,
black and white, no shades of gray
don't ask, swallow what they say
the caricature, almighty evil
black and white, no shades of gray
they say don't question the official history
yet I want to know why they ensconce the truth
why do they fear us finding out what really happened?
It seems we have a dichotomy between fact and fiction
suppression of truth
history written by the victors
villainize the losers
gain their sympathy
money for your industry
spread the big lie
The mouth,
It enters with a crisp tongue and a spinning pendulum
Like a stick-shift on 4 pivots
Making its way through a flourishing garden
Delicious sounds wisp as smoke through pardons
Painting destructive criticism with delicate regard and
Proceeding as moth with flame, eyre in eyre
and skein in skein
Somewhere in the reigns, meaning becomes tangled in the wings
As it writes a story of friction
The diction of the beginning, end and enduring ambience
As was, is, and needn't admit
It grips the listening agents and moves to the foregrounds of their lips
Roses blush from the insatiable pits of their stomachs
Breathing new life its first sentence
From the humbling utterances of syntactic structures
Modeled as people
Steepled in last years words
Mumbled and tumbled
Before you
As
The word
Speech is a caricature of thought
Thoughts are
Refined, graceful, delicate
Speech is
Clumsy, rough, awkward
We translate
Thought to speech
But never see
How flawed the process
Can be
In my mind
I sound debonair
And without a care
But in my voice
I sound like nails on a chalkboard
And I realized
Something is lost
In translation
But writing
Is the perfect medium
Where thought
And speech
Become intertwined
Giving life
To blank paper
Giving life
To beautiful thought
And maybe
Speech isn't just a caricature of thought
But a manifestation
Of the soul
Finding refinement
When written
The silvery fog called to me
Come sit enjoy leisure
You've worked hard, its time for joy
Create poetry caricature
He was squat and fat funny man
Bald, round, loved cups of dram
He'd laugh and joke kid many folks
True feelings inside crammed
In carnal desire, let me weave the magic of love rattles
in twisted curves, and exposed lines, full of gorgeous battles
for the story line I follow rage on, always to baffle
antidotes, in images with performing joints to scuffle;
Blue eyes in tender tendrils, longing passion
cheek’s burning, red blushes with shame and, joyous rant
in avarice, and quivers to crush, each warmth
bound to my pleasure, in her unique softness.
Flayed hair lashed to my chest, deep hugging fingers
enticed, exposes her crazy raptures
to my cuddles, in scandalized ecstasy
and I gain, her irrevocable surrender.
Push her over the limits, to tremble and quake
As I tame reason, to live only for love.
There was a man
who wanted to equate X2 by treating X with X
yet, another was
connecting Y to Y to obtain 2Y
Still yet, another was to deliver Z
through equating the answers obtained by others
Nonetheless,
when no one was able to find an answer
they anticipated from others
they blamed one another and had a confused fight
soaking with blood
When spectators watch this sight
they pointed a finger at them with mockery
till they exhausted and fell on the ground
As soon as they fell,
the spectators argued with each other
upholding their favored numbers
then divided into groups
then fought till they fell on the ground
with blood shed as they did
though sun is still high in the middle of the air
enjoying siesta while counting starts
in the darkening nightly sky
Sarah was always dressed in black,
and wearing that midnight pear bracelet
made me shiver spotting teeth marks on her neck;
was she a vamp ready to attack?
No, Sarah wasn't a beauty
neither sensual or attractive as Melody;
and what made hers stand out from other women, not looking for a kill,
was her macabre attire and her long eyelashes thicker than a cover girl!
Her destiny was controlled by an insatiable urge for blood which ended at daybreak,
at The Gentleman's Club she sought another victim to sink her teeth into his neck;
I kept yards away from her feeling she would suddenly attack and bite
and as strange as it seems, her hub was also a vampire she called, " Mike ".
The Poem Of The Vampire
written by Andrew Crisci
on 12/3/2013
A Caricature
A caricature
Of what is an arrival,
Will be survival.
Results of my thinking
after watching movie,
"Survival." It is logically
and language oriented.
James Horn
I am praying for an eternal silence,
Your loudest move is just another offence.
I have been open to you for the longest period,
The interpretation you want to pursue is just making you an idiot.
I have never been so close to a clown,
I have never felt so wilfully drowned,
I cannot express the audacity to call you an unthinkable pride,
I cannot have the gratitude to be your undying guide.
I want to lead a life of the fullest norms,
You are just an unknown necessity that I have always seen in silly worms.
You are full of loquacity,
I am nothing to your pertinacity.
You want to judge the desecrated smile of Monalisa,
I want you to draw a similar structure on your countenance.
Everyone might be perplexed,
I don't want you to be suppressed.
You might not be a cenotaph of the transparent authority,
I don't want you to be that bargained mendacity.
I want you to walk through a thousand rivers,
To me, this river Life is nothing but a remarkable caricature.
some may remember the
long past remainders of old
early twentieth century years
wars and depressions wracked
cultures to the ground and people
shared with poor hungry strangers
most workers were of a manual education
with poor language and academic skills that
reflected a whole society stressed for decades
now times are different rules and regulations
to preserve profitable new consumer social norms
and also the illusion that the early days are over.....
well - stress is still with us - so
canada's one dollar coin -loon symbol- brands it as the 'loonie' andt
the two dollar coin has morphed its name to be the 'twoonie' thus
walking into a store or paying a bill can be seen a loonie toon-ed adventure
stan sand
Sarah was always dressed in black
and wearing that midnight pear bracelet
made me shiver spotting teeth marks on her neck;
was she a vampiress ready to attack?
Characteristics of Caricature
Never were quite certain or ever sure,
What became Characteristics of Caricature;
Not any joking;
Very provoking;
While we had to endure the overture.
Jim Horn
Came Up With A Caricature
We constantly came up with a caricature,
That was phony and too much to endure;
Surely odd;
Terrible bod,
And we knew that it was Trump for sure.
Diametrically Opposed
People did become diametrically opposed,
To anything Trump had possibly proposed;
What he did,
God forbid;
All of Trump's crimes ended up exposed.
Surviving His Driving
We dared disturbed Trump to start driving,
And never were sure we would be surviving;
Pulled a prank;
Emptied his tank;
Deserted Him and for cover we were diving.
Jim Horn
she was incandesed with rage
and began calling us out our names
BUTTON-DOWN POOT
EXOPHTHALMIC RAG-PIMP
SPLINDED-LIMBED LOOSER
LUMPEN-YUPPIE
SCRAWNY-PICKLED MONKEY MEN
so we had to butt in
little does one know when there drunk
that they hurt innocent people
this was her commitment everyday
to textural atonalism and chromatic adventure
the price we endure by the ones we love
ignorance instilled
patience out the door
Cute clever clown
Face fronting frown
Stream stealing smiles
Prompt plunder piles
Sad story stays
Live limpid lay
Preach petty poise
Niche naughty noise
Loud laughter lives
Gaudy ground gives
Rich rivers run
Pick pretty pun
Leon Enriquez
24 May 2081
Hamlet Place, ACT