Best Controversies Poems
The Tramp Persona
Who was this boy, a pauper born?
Existing in despair and continual forlorn
Scandalized, accused of communist sympathies
Encompassing both adulation, and social controversies
Charlie Chaplin how can I take you seriously?
Chucklesome slapstick injecting tragedy
Awkward, little mime tugging at the heartstrings
A cathodic empathy he brings
of all those around him, a famous clown
A wiggled walk, a cane, a grin, a frown
The Great Dictator, as plain as black and white
In the struggles against misfortune, the tramp persona typified
A virtuoso kid he found at a hall by chance
A four-year-old child, he saw him dance
A gift he gave to us, a sharing alliance
The Tramp who mastered the power of silence
I was hardly aware of a crisis because we lived in a continual crisis; and, being a boy, I dismissed our troubles with gracious forgetfulness. —Charlie Chaplin, on his childhood
Marylin Monroe “She was a tramp.”
Without her contracts at 20th Century Fox and Columbia (which had both been dropped) who were hungry for denial and headlines. Instead, Marilyn said this:
“I was broke and needed the money.
Why deny it? Tom Kelly’s racy nudes of me
You can get one [a calendar] anyplace.
Besides, I’m not ashamed of it, I’ve done nothing wrong
I was a week behind on the rent and it’s here where I belong
I’d never have done it if I’d known things would happen so fast in Hollywood for me.”
Her candor and honesty charmed everybody
You have this sense of having met a wounded little canary not a peacock. Only when you pick it up in your hand to comfort it … beneath the wounds, vulnerability, and innocence, you find raw strength, and a big heart—I Am Anaya
Lady And The Tramp
A warm and loving story
For dog lovers, in the sense of humor
A carefully nurtured cocker spaniel, Lady
Born in New York City a Baby boomer
Natural beauty overwhelming, a pedigree no vamp
And a rakish, debonair, freedom-loving wanderer
of a dog who wares no man's collar, Tramp
Past the deserts and greenery
Is a land better than any
It is that land that I seek
Where my prospects aren't so bleak
It is that land where I want to go
Where my future won't take such a blow
Where I am free of all the rules
Where I am not considered one of the fools
Where nobody can tell me what I can and cannot do
Where conflicts, controversies and scandals don't ensue
Where few are enemies and many are friends
Where the road of life is straight with very few bends
The land where I can be me
Without a care or worry
I know that land is somewhere,
Past the deserts and greenery.
When It Rains It Pours
Idiomatic sayings are such a delightful way of expressions,
The truth in them may sometimes stretch our imagination..
When it rains, it pours is one such expressive gem of wisdom..
When troubles in numbers mirror realism in a weather phenomenon..
Here in Bolehland widely hailed as a Land of Endless Possibilities...
Ernest concerted efforts are put in place to deny negative publicity...
Like minded politicians are staying resolute behind a highly ranked civil servant..
Whose exalted position demands he be above controversies as a public servant...
Electorates on the ground are increasingly befuddled and anguished each day..
As snippets of less than positive news and episodes are revealed each day...
It is widely accepted that the door of opportunity closes while another opens..
Likewise all tall tales of lies and deceit, numerous are the twists and turns...
Here in Bolehland, there is outright shock and disgust at the latest turn of events..
After months of in-depth investigative reports, no one could comprehend...
When the highest legal prosecution office in Bolehland triumphantly blared...
Despite the voluminous reports and papers, there was no crime to declare ....
The presumably guilty topmost civil servant was declared squeaky clean...
To top it all, he was so honorable as to have had returned millions unseen...
The gossip mill is rampant and unflattering over this latest seal of innocence..
More so when there are incoming news of global inquiry and investigations...
The court of public opinion is out there in the streets of Bolehland...
To the man in the street, he is seeing multiple acts of Houdini first hand...
But as the proverbial wisdom has so aptly been used when troubles abound...
When it rains, it pours, especially for someone in high office in Bolehland.....
To all interested, seat back and watch the melodrama as it unfolds by each day...
When it rains, it pours should hopefully reveal the elusive truth one fine day...
http://malaysiansmustknowthetruth.blogspot.com/2016/01/a-world-of-scandal-descends-on.html?ref=source
https://sg.news.yahoo.com/twists-turns-najib-rm2-6-230008097.html?nhp=1
Flowers of Midnight
I am not a morning glory
I am damsel of the midnight
When misery struck my family,
wrath of God, classy people cite
To appease the Almighty,
pubescent girl at home be left...
as a "Devadasi" which meant
literally, " Servant of the Deity"
This immoral exploitation
veiled under wraps of religion
Ignorant, illiterate with superstition
my family lets me into this with celebration
A ritual follows during my initiation
into this system of south Indian society
and 'am declared deity's wife...
My new home the temple premise
All my life dreams in air collapse
At this point, am made a midnight flower
to the classy patrons and priests
My duty is to dance and sing
and cater to their insatiable carnal needs
I am craved for at nights
and like trash rejected as dawn heralds
for I am their queen of the nights
I am a withered midnight flower
My fragrance lingers only at night
My voice subdued beneath my
footsteps as I dance to their dirty desires
My soul weeps in deep hiding suppressed
while outside emanate my forced joyful songs!
© Anulaxmi Nayak, 2015
P.S: Devadasi system refers to immoral exploitation of girls who were dragged into prostitution in the name of religion which was deeply rooted in south-Indian states. Awareness and social reforms has removed this from society this centuries old deeply etched socio-religious malefic practice.My attempt just to throw light on this system and not to deal with several details and controversies associated with this.
I’ve wrestled with devil in blue grass.
That college that picks pockets
and helps itself to damsels’ purses
fixed nooses just off seventy-five south,
over Clay-way Bailey.
The viaduct that divides two states
divides thieves from Potter Stewart’s Court House.
I refused to march the underground rail road;
a black man rules the white house.
The dean,
like Mathilda’s Trunchbull,
is as mean as salt on back of barn toad;
she lifted con from condescending.
I relished reflection of her
standing stiff like light pole,
frozen by the return from her calling the school “the company”
They were to give me what I pay for,
but madam flying high on stilettos
was too uppity to climb down and meet me.
Requests made were called controversies,
but to me it was freedom,
and I (pusher of this pen) was on battlefield
with Jamaican fire.
A competent crook cover ass with alibis,
and you should never be seen as obstacles …
If you are ***** and alone walk with caution,
but not so with me;
I should live Luther’s dream,
‘cause I own college road.
It was my journey.
I stood stout,
like Michael,
to cast the devil out.
With Obama fueling *******,
I wonder why Sam is blind
to the now white-collar crime?
I sure hope there are copycats up college road.
SAINTS AND SINNERS
No human being on this planet is perfect
Everyone in blood and flesh errs but the degree varies
Saints or sinners they have their own controversies
But time, place ,circumstance and nature of act…
Holds mirror to tag them as sinners or saints
Today’s sinner might be a saint tomorrow
Today’s saint might be a sinner tomorrow
Society’s decision, its perception, belief system
Most of the time judges them with precision
But story does not conclude here……
Few acts are forbidden, degrading no matter what
Any person who does such is sure to fall
Few acts are pious, brings blessings to all
Any person does this gets elevated in all
The next aspect is the number of good qualities….
Sinners and saints have in them both good and bad
But saint expresses more good over bad
The sinner does the opposite sans remorse
Between a Sinner and Saint there’s only a thin barrier
They don’t stay in water-tight compartments
A pricking conscience is always there in between
Who acts listening to the inner voice would err little
And he will attract huge followers for his genuineness
And would be a saintly person attracting glory
And the one who repeatedly trespasses piling up errs
Will soon be a sinner digging his own grave
For he will attract more hate and curse sans pardon!
28th October 2016
For Contest-Saints and Sinners
sponsored by- Silent One
For Natalia Kills
Are the majority
of things in
life controversies?
It seems like
there is always
another side
of the story
You have to
maneuver delicately
amidst the minefields
of trepidations that
pester your
daily routine
Even simple decisions
can cause angst
Who to go out with?
Where to go? When?
Others are involved
making it hard
to appease everyone
Such is life
The A to P of Change Procrastination to Adventure
Answers to be found to questions unknown must arise from new
Bold novel beginnings revisions contemplation reflections and prisms
Can manage to challenge unearth previously untrodden pastures
Diminish confusing conflicts depression mood swings all our schisms
Encompass what portrays and enlightens where we once had no clue
Forego all those doubts uncertainties mistrusts dithering divisions
Grafting and crafting embracing in gratitude those many disasters
Heralds art works in person and paper defies discards rephrases indecisions
In faith change and purposive interrogation we might well eschew
Jumbled controversies intercept trapdoors pitfalls mindless perditions
Kaleidoscopic mixed and matching compositions not necessarily faster
Lie within us so obviously they require manifold repertoires of renditions
Much hard work is needed in our strife but reward looms where credit is due
No more of that past nonsense routine inculcated intrusive narrow opposition
Obfuscations of sanity health revival if we desire to become our own master
Perfused with loving kindness honesty less traditional re-calibrated new mission
02nd August 2016-09-01
written in abcb rhyme for
contest Alphabet Soup
**IT HAPPENS IN EVERY AFFAIR**
"Controversies! controversies!!"
All over the air,
This is not fair
This is an err....
I heard some one said...
"These two were love birds,
Obsessed and possessed
By each other, making
Us impressed,
For no other, could put asunder.
Yet misunderstanding making things
Not outstanding, but not withstanding,
Understanding might surface in a race
When the hearts go into real partnership....
Uncertainty must a times prevail,
Controversies too, either for good or for bad.
"Controversies! controversies!!"
I hear some one saying....
“Stealers-Keepers” Questioned
By Elton Camp
If something has been stolen long enough
Then is it all right simply to keep the stuff?
The Guggenheim some art to Italy has sent
Illicit when bought, they had more than a hint
To the original owner, stolen stuff should go
At least United States law tells everyone so
Demands of owners have museums in a scare
Requests for return of what shouldn’t be there
Greece for return of the Elgin Marbles does speak
The way England got them of larceny does reek
Egypt, country of origin of the Rosetta Stone
Says it was an outrage how it came to be gone
If your fine automobile some crook should steal,
What if you should spot the thief behind the wheel?
“That property’s mine and I absolutely want it back.
And from you, you thief, I want to hear no slack.”
Will Mexico perhaps someday make a similar claim
“For stealing half our whole country you are to blame.”
We were told of “Manifest Destiny” back in school
It made American imperialism sound sort of cool
It glosses over an exercise in raw military powers
“People, what you have is now going to be ours.”
If, to endorse this idea, yourself you did first find
Did the idea about Mexico then change your mind?
It’s easy to be in favor of justice in the abstract
Not as much in the face of an inconvenient fact
On these controversies, I take no particular side
Demands are intensifying and are harder to hide
Powerful words,
Truthful words,
Honest words,
Brave words;
This is exactly what the Doctor orders,
For a nation, who's trying to fight the horrors
Of blatant racism,
Unfairness, injustice,
Nepotism and sexism.
A man of Peace,
Without controversies,
Is not a genuine activist.
The truth is being tolled; there is no reason to apologize,
‘Cause you're exercising your God-given rights.
The sickness, the maladies,
Which America has been suffering
For over five centuries,
Need to be healed as you're reading
My honest feelings.
This is painful, this is long overdue.
My brave People are tired of fighting
The ills and the stigmas of our societies.
This is hurtful, this is way overdue.
The Truth hurts, thank God Almighty;
"Another One" is unafraid to tell the Truth,
"This One" is dissecting the false myth,
And the backward ideologies, thank God Almighty!
The prisons are populated by innumerable innocents,
The Police and their cronies randomly humiliate
Our parents, siblings and cousins.
We have every reason to be mad and irate.
A more just and fair system needs to be in place now.
The Brother is using strong medicine right now:
Powerful words,
Truthful words,
Honest words,
Brave words,
To save America,
The beautiful diva,
Who stands for: "Justice, Freedom,
Liberty and Happiness for All."
We should denounce Uncle Tom
And his monkeys. Brothers, who walk tall
Like you and our President,
Are rare and almost nonexistent.
The Truth will always set free:
The men of Justice, the men of integrity,
The men of Peace, the men of honesty;
The Brothers and Sisters who will tirelessly
Fight racism, the twin-brother of slavery.
P.S. This poem is dedicated to all my brothers and sisters.
Copyright © February 19 2009, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poetry.
...anywhere and about, an apology alters an argument.
Before--bickering breaths boxed bigotry besides bettering bases.
Closure cutoffs, constants considerable circulation, contradicting confusing controversies.
Detrimental debates deliver disturbing discernment, distinguishing divisions' defense.
Every episode extracted evidence, excluding even elements.
Familiar facts fathomed fantastic fiction, fractured factions--following...
(the last line returns to the first line and ends)
Series of my controversies
Are signs of our differences,
Palaver in my spirit,
Making me feel like a culprit,
The ritual by my fingers,
Are what i call impending dangers,
It creates controversies
It supplied miseries.
Physically and mentally,
Spiritually and socially
It sends my soul to penury,
A strange and unusual penury.
Mine is the groaning soul,
Mine is the unwanted zeal,
An urge that makes me err,
An urge the morals fear.
Yours is like a bright candle light
For your heart is without plight,
And your fingers, innocent.
If my heart will gather momento
And control the members that carry out
The wishes of my urge.
Then i shall become like you
And my soul will groan no more.....
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Another song for all addicts.
Series of my controversies
Are signs of our differences,
Palaver in my spirit,
Making me feel like a culprit,
The ritual by my fingers,
Are what i call impending dangers,
It creates controversies
It supplied miseries.
Physically and mentally,
Spiritually and socially
It sends my soul to penury,
A strange and unusual penury.
Mine is the groaning soul,
Mine is the unwanted zeal,
An urge that makes me err,
An urge the morals fear.
Yours is like a bright candle light
For your heart is without plight,
And your fingers, innocent.
If my heart will gather momento
And control the members that carry out
The wishes of my urge.
Then i shall become like you
And my soul will groan no more.....
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Another song for all addicts.
What's so great about Hollywood, California, is that of its stardom and where dreams of
stardom come true. It's considered the "Famous Town" in the L.A. area, especially when one
person is driving on Hollywood Boulevard. Hollywood is so great, it will make a person (a
guy and/or a gal) stay there forever. As a matter fact, they'll never want to leave Tinsel
Town. There's a lot of things in Hollywood, California: there's the Hollywood Walk of
Fame, Planet Hollywood, Universal Studios theme park, the Hollywood sign, and other stuff.
L.A. also has some stores, theaters (including the Chinese Theater), and, along with that,
the Capitol Records building. and for rock bands that are residing in Los Angeles (The
City of Angels), California, all gigs will have been held at either the Hard Rock Cafe the
Los Angeles Theater, or Roxy Studios. But that's not the only good part that describes
Hollywood, California, though. The L.A. area has Sunset Studios on the Sunset Strip,
there's CBS Television City (where all 'Wheel of Fortune' episodes took place at Studio
33), and, on top of all that, all of the movie stars and the TV stars are there,
especially that of Charlie Sheen, Tom Green, Perez Hilton, Halle Berry, and other famous
stars. Hollywood, California, is considered a dog-eat-dog town, especially when these
would-be superstars are planning on being famous one day. These people are now playing by
their own rules. But even if he or she becomes a Hollywood superstar, one of them will be
in a drug scandal (accused of using cocaine), a sex scandal, and other controversies
that's going on in the Los Angeles area. But despite all of the bad things that might
happen to those hopefuls, I'm sure that these people will make it in Hollywood,
California, without ever getting into trouble, let alone getting arrested by the LAPD (Los
Angeles Police Department). And if anyone can last up to more than 24 hours in Hollywood,
California, without any drama going on, so can I. I wish I was a Hollywood story-writer, a
Hollywood playwright, a Hollywood novelist, and a Hollywood producer.