Best Claimant Poems
I hail each bronze, red, and blue coloured dawn,
as pulsing heart mould torch flame of bliss,
to gaze across some awestruck mint sprig lawn,
that golden birthright never goes amiss
Eye beam urban verve one duly savours,
coruscating joie de vivre street life,
bursts of swift dash coffee’s hazel flavours,
cell-phone upbeat day ahead hubbub rife
Blue robin high pitch chirp from chimney top,
sets the tone for morning wonders brightly,
activate those spark prompt hunches nonstop,
schedules met in narrow windows tightly
In suburb or in city centre fair,
skies and pavements segue with deft flourish,
your dreamland ticket ace broad daylight flair,
groundbreaking spurt fantastic, let us nourish
Dynamic itch to stray amid blind alley,
lurk within some parboiled notion latent,
steel clad zone that mosaic sculpted tally,
animated focus me the claimant
Applying for Social Security Disability
By Elton Camp
Whenever unemployment comes to rise
Applying for disability seems quite wise
Those who try to get by doing that way
Are increasing greatly almost every day
Some, of course, truly do have disability
Many are really looking to get money free
And they see no good reason as to why
It would be wrong even to tell a big lie
“My back hurts so terrible I can’t stand.
And I have little control of either hand.”
The claimant knows it’s very hard to say
That they don’t really feel just that way
Once the person begins to draw a check
Even if he works, it is very hard to detect
Especially if the boss they do prove able
To get to pay them underneath the table
But the risk is that if fraud can be shown
It’s payback and perhaps to prison gone
And so many are getting money that way
Funds will soon run out, or so they say
Justification wept
Why are you pale O brother rule?
Did you meet some unruly cause?
Seems tired and crest fallen today
Or you blamed innocent so that far!
I know, I know short of some thing
Certainly happened deficit in your try
Your mind said different than written
But you needed to rule different
A cause of genuine was walking laming
hopping having support of stick
Walkers on the street didn't care him
He was dressed up poorly untidy
Why are you only in paper O brother?
Justification cleared throat with hoarse
Sound submerged not coming out
From the mouth but let out cough
Solicitor turned page and clause sub clause
To satisfy his client defeated
Remembering his loss of property
Thin claimant teared eye whispered- O God.
Justification thought to suggest to act and law
Of previous and will be of present,then
Future didn't care stepped his way
I do not know even the angel wept .
Whenever windstorms vaunt majestic force,
the elements of earth revise their face,
a flowing stream may even change its course
or yeasting agents alter claimant space.
Whenever windstorms vaunt a scouring sweep,
the earth responds with curling, naked shame
while trees and blossoms anchor down to keep
their coats from shredding in its spinner frame.
Whenever windstorms vaunt a blatant blow,
earth mother calls her creatures into play -
birds, fish and animals are pleased to stow
their strength and stand as solid, stabile clay.
Whenever windstorms vaunt tornado's turn
all nature bows and cedes before its breath.
and in its path, destruction, cold and stern,
whips past and scatters merely pain and death.
When windstorms vaunt a strident strain
to whittle down the music in our ears,
the sun comes forth and partners with the rain
to cushion sorrow, sweep away all tears.
Humanity born on the bone of an earthen mound
froze graphics on cave walls hail their Ice Age strive,
wall carvings speak three trees, a forest be sound,
harsh times craft crept the charged choice to thrive,
they owned their time, and those old craved their life.
The continental divide craft the Americas,
termed yarn cave lifers to cliff dwellers,
from the mountainous Incans Cuzco etchers Transamerica's,
Aztec and Mayan walled labyrinth kaleidoscopic cellars,
and Far East Orient, and Indian subcontinent chiselers.
Biblically phrased had enlighten the world of Christians,
as writings on the wall are prophetically profound,
the world's a better place for Catholics and Protestants,
most have read that Scripture blesses all Faiths as sound,
Christ states to the fish and loave eaters on top of a mound.
Throughout time, an omen from The Rock of Ages,
from a second or to a millennium of years ago,
says nothing but for the claimant to ascertain the sages,
and so a man of God locked in the den of lions. Oh, woe!
Sees Daniel alive surrounded by lions. King mop & mow.
Wars between King Nebuchadnezzar and The Persians
and The Medes that had led to his loss and surrender,
and eventually to his death. The Persians claimed versions
of the city of Babylon, and The Medes took the other,
half yond Babylon. Nebuchadnezzar reflects, dies a believer.
Words on the wall are meant for just you to fathom.
Do not dawdle, if there's time, sleep on it. Then awake
and process what might be a deep chasm or a tiny atom.
Your righteousness doubted, rid the evil, and do what it take
to claim, the Way, the Truth, and the Life as a keepsake.
I don't use vulgar thoughts,
I don't use vulgar quotes,
I don't use vulgar names
'cos I don't want that transient fame.
Some of the thoughts that stain, stay
Thoughts that stay, eventually fade away.
Some won't fade, they stay and linger
Neither in a quick sneeze nor the snap of a finger.
I'm not a person with two fake names,
Use the other name when put to blame.
If you come after me for repayment,
My silence does not make you the claimant.
I know poetry is considered to be a fine art
but I don't know to use big words to sound smart.
I'm not wise enough to pen down on wisdom,
But some of their delusions are not a part of my system.
I write in a language that I barely speak,
Scribbling for gaiety is all that I seek,
Sometimes its pointless when you try to make me worthless
'Cos that doesn't automatically make you worthwhile.
Oh yes, I do respect constructive criticisms,
Not the one that spreads hatred and cold cynicism.
But if useless fights are a part of your custom,
I don't mind as long as I have that 'block' button.
I don't care if you like what I write
'Cos all I do is write what I like.
You cant blame me for my distinctive choice,
'Cos its the conviction of my inner voice.
I will--Aptly Indulge--the truth, with
self--Apply Inscribed--words that wills
from--Ageless Issued--passed down
via--Ancestral Inheritor's.--A Mother's
prayer,--Apostolic Intercessor--over
power &--Abolish Intruding--snipers of
reality.--Almighty Immune--me from
those--Always Iniquitous,--spitters on
prophesy,--Awards Injustice,--be wary
of this--Advancing Incursion--in mind's
full with--Attempting Insights--of Hi-Tech
designs--Algorithm Ingenuity--and form
of all,--'a i',--checker/plagiarizer. Beware
the claimant--Another I--it's NOT me.
Aiming for limelight
All of them are not eyeless
Better start to pray
I’m imminent for your life
I’ll shoot you thousand periods
Sent to grateful receivers, tied tissue paper package
Thinnest high pitched crinkles subdue outside sound
Drama sits by desire's side, scrunched ball wreckage
Item shines silent where tempting excitement's found
Picked up then turned in tunnel light, trim translucent
Resplendent sexual asset show, shop front renowned
From suicidal prospect, she radiates ready road ahead
Track paved in pledges strictly forbidding promiscuity
Attempting claimant admits her promises are pretend
Selecting occurs in empty moments, potential aligned
Perfecting her pitch to victims strewn along spectrum
Hypergamy erects ladders, to one's class not confined
Feminine walks lace edge assurity, swish skirt pretty
Tightly tuned to humour tugging tower church chime
Sprawl peals of laughter tartan on grass sits a picnic
Intimating intentions when ecstacy resonates from loins
Parading a masquerading charm, undeniable ticked time
Dishes out affection already demised lest limitless coins
12th February
Wealth Reflects Affection
Cleaving to Christ* for close communion
Cared-for am I around His covenant-clout
Clinging ceaselessly to Him, my Creator
Charged as His-called of commitment cost
Chosen charity-caused comforter
Claimant am I of His courage
Cleansed, corrected, chastened…
Contented am I circumspectly
Cheerfully constrained by His compassion
Commanded toward Christian consecration!!!
*1Corinthians 1:9 God is faithful, by whom ye were called unto the fellowship of his Son Jesus Christ our Lord.
April 3, 2019
Our reindeer were all in a tizzy for they had been served.
Anyway, Rudolph had, with vigor as he flew in and swerved.
The process server said “my apologies” but he snickered a bit.
Apparently some old grouch on earth is now having a fit.
Claiming that Rudolph’s powerful nose blinded him for five weeks.
The claimant is totally unreasonable, it is big money he seeks.
How did he write the letter? Find the lawyer’s office? Asked Santa.
Rudolph was trying not to think of it, concentrating on his banana.
Yeah, said Blitzen. How dumb does this guy think we is?
Donner did not care, he ran off to yellow up snow with his whizz.
Dasher tried to give Rudolph some advice, but he always says things wrong.
I know said Dancer, let’s pretend it did not happen and have a tiny song.
So the reindeer created a Christmas song right there, on the spot.
And it was a hit around the world, so the greedy guy did get a lot.
But Rudolph decided to forever more wear a tight cover on his nose
For going to court truly is not comfortable, it “sort of blows”.
Strong opponents to beat,
A dozen of them, at the very least;
Their profiles on ‘Great Champions’ Sheet,
Each claimant to some dreary feat,
One of them, you dare not even greet,
Because he could you still make a mincemeat,
If he a chance picked and it was damned neat!
Out of your body squeeze clammy heat
And a ravaged one toss into a field of wheat.
To be unique
akin to be safe from from an imitation
though is hard
to be such a claimant
but what good can I not
do to save my life
from leaching or leaking
if it is from a prey
mine is a culprit
and now it is like a story
but how and how
can I be blown
though a life of a wishing
but how an imitation
for little or more?.
The Future Is Now
Miracle Man
10/10/2024
Long gone, those thoughts,
of future desires.
Time consumes each day,
on health requires.
Life watches, as father time,
demands payment.
Eyes become focused hinder,
at my claimant.
I look at issues and ponder,
what and how?
Knowing deep within, for me,
my future is now.
When you love someone,
you claim part of their spirit
Trading affection
—as the emptiness fills
(Dreamsleep: July, 2019)