Best De Facto Poems
Been a life trenching year,
Several trials my soul has faced,
Aching, and paining and brutal injuries
Left me strife ridden,
In an ocean blue of self empathy,
Coerced myself to turn a new page,
Finally got on to writing for a change,
Having faith in what's good for myself.
Stand up and give this glorious life a try!
Heaven only knows what served on a plate called life,
Covid 19 has put as all in a cage,
Learning, to play honest is de facto brave,
Read books of the old dusty shelf,
A newfound tranquility in my soul I've earned,
Calming the blizzard and hailstorm,
Left with a piece of a fulfilled day.
8/12/20
Your Soul In 2020 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Chantelle Anne Cooke
Categories:
de facto, allusion, life, light, me,
Form:
Free verse
”This morning, with her, having coffee.”.
(Johnny Cash, when asked for his description of paradise)
A coffee stain on my desk; you left it behind,
and I sojourn there, staring at it like it was a magic circle
to figure it out our destiny.
My eyes follow the curves slowly, leisurely:
round and round, circles to circles;
falling into a deep trans.
Your empty mug is like
a forgotten shell of cave paintings inside.
Tough its art was not born at the dawn of mankind,
it just saw the light on ours.
And it still keeps the mark of your lips
which previously shared a warm kiss with its edge .
Your spoon is like a strange mirror,
it shows the truth on its own way:
me, sitting there hanging from the ceiling
like a frozen teardrop;
an icicle of gods,
lingering for melting up.
The poured-out sugar is like
a white desert,
consists of diamond crystals;
it's like a secret constellation of unknown stars,
waiting for read and discover
them and their mysteries.
The tiny crumbs of your breakfast roll
are like in that fairy-tale: leftover marks
which leads to your way; calling me to follow you on your journey.
I wish I could act and go after you because I lack you,
but undergoing all I stay instead
to stand my ground and face my own demons of the day.
Your ashtray is like a phoenix's nest.
The remain of your last cigarette
still has its glowing embers,
it's like de facto hiding inside
the fragile body of that mythical bird
who is ready to be alive; to be born again.
Your empty chair, your place for me
is the only known stabile point
within the entire universe,
and it seems to turn now upside-down.
I'm like losing my own handrail;
my ability to exist without gravity.
I want to scream from the top of my lungs,
but then, I come to realize, though I’m all alone in the kitchen,
crouched hunchedly on that little chair of mine,
waiting for the moment; for you to return,
yet, from you, somehow I'm still capable
to draw strength to go on.
Because for me, you know,
you are the source of all joy and beauty;
a never-dwindling well, an unquenchable torch,
giving me the endurance; the stamina to begin
and carry through the day;
Because… you are the morning coffee on my desk.
Categories:
de facto, absence, blue, leaving, lost
Form:
Free verse
Climbing from her escapism's, evanescent pool; love's predicate...
Figure skating of dreams, infinite; timeless, Hollywood's paper doll ?
Fete fete's parquet circles; abstract evolutions ex de facto; abtruse comets
Her beauty's evening star ? An epoch; fantasia's zephyr winds; parabolic these doors
Celestial's sphere sunset's skies; axioms ignis fatuus ? Fandom's fluttering wings..
Spawned their pure white dove; solitary, blue canopy her flight ? Carte blanche scarlet, tears.
Categories:
de facto, angel, art, autumn,
Form:
is when he of the Mount of Olives
whom you believe keeps the night watch
catches you by surprise with a wash over your spirit
like Baptism, when he suddenly exists "de facto"
as you are walking, just as you always do, on
blood-red carpet toward a priest who will place
in the palm of your hand bread for which
you are the supplicant, when words you recited
by rote only moments ago become alive
in bas-relief as solid as sentences carved in stone,
and the song you were humming softly
because you have always loved the melody
resurrects a white-robed schoolgirl
in a long ago choir stall. Those words,
the familiar music, tugging at your heart,
"O saving Victim, opening wide the gates of heav'n
to man below," assail you with such a sense
of presence, that you are like the angelic child
in front of you who has fallen fast asleep,
certain of the safety of his mother's arms: Body
to body, warmth to warmth -- trustful of the lanyard.
Then, at home in Sunday calm, the chameleon sky
is an uncomplicated azure, no cloud in sight,
(though marshmallow cumulus delivers
its own delight.) Beyond a lakeside screened-in
porch, three ducklings navigate their outpost,
becoming more and more adventurous,
their every paddle sending a V for Victory,
trailing in their wake toward the Watcher in the Rye,
while a platoon of turtles periscope the surface
with an inquisitive why? And nothing, but
nothing, interrupts the anhinga, drying his wings,
outspread to the sky like Jesus in anguish
on the cross in these moments so
sublime, you gladly, but gladly, would
go under for the third time.
Categories:
de facto, visionary
Form:
Free verse
Alter-ego Alias ergo Alibis vice versa Non-status quo Persona-non-Grata Ad hoc de facto In situ in loco Per se errata et cetera Habeas corpus scrip ex gratia Compos mentis Amor Omnia
Categories:
de facto, allusion, art, language, love,
Form:
Rhyme
I ain't gonna brag, boast, blab...,
lest yours truly suffers demise from backstab,
resignedly taking wheel of our automobile
donning, (but NOT trumpeting)
role as taxi cab
shuttling the missus, (she effusively glad)
to medical appointment
me, the obliging husband
in order for this mister former cad,
debt, now an ordinary dude dad,
who upon snaking, crab
like sighing, shimmying, scooching...
thru bumper to (rubber
baby buggy) bumper drab
morning commute, which
snail's pace spurred shoutout, via ab
dom men null controlled app
designed by A. Habb,
which homonym identical
sound of descendent, sans faint jab,
asper fictitious Capt'n of Pequod
at sea vis a vis
if forced to snatch macadam landgrab
all the while aye spent gab
bing maintaining mindful outlook
for aggressive drivers,
whose cold icy stare
felt akin to painful jab
methought best not to "flip the bird"
subsequently get rushed
to emergency medical lab
avoided, cuz aye hapt tubby vigilant
for brazen drivers, plus additionally
keeping keen eye for police ready to nab
speed demons (mailer or female) even nawab
receiving citation for traffic infraction
and if repeat offender sent to rehab
with license revoked,
nonetheless a slight stab
of anxiety as appointment time elapsed
indicated by built in digital clock
no matter arriving after 7:45 am time
my de facto role as chauffeur,
the wife would disfrock,
but fortunately excuse, sans gridlock
did not necessitate need
us to return at later date, thus no knock
kin wind out figurative sails, hence
circumstance did not
find me laughingstock,
thus any consideration, asper myself
resorting to quaffing hemlock
unnecessary honorable sacrifice,
that versus engaging in lethal warlock
additionally compromising private uber
to give spouse coveted lyft.
Categories:
de facto, adventure, allusion, appreciation, environment,
Form:
Enclosed Rhyme
I loved a suburban woman,
but she didn’t urban love me
as deeply as a brother needs
She said I was too ghetto
But my bank account said
I was qualified gated community
CitiBank gitti ghetto said it, not me
Me and the peer pale woman I loved
first met at a posh mall eatery —
Prime strip real estate Stick country
I placed a Goshen order well done,
she chose the rarest choice portion
Cultural umbilical enamel taste separation
can truly spoil a light-hearted, chit-chat appetizer
before the main course serious conversation
can be debate served
But we paid for the interracial mis-communication
with a blank checkered past de facto acceptance
However, piano key BF minor note playas,
didn’t like this soul tune Neapolitan love flavor
And her ivory ears lemming listened to others’ ebony fears,
but I chastised my street kin vanilla skin haters
I told my suburban love,
she's too weak of a good woman
to let bad influences dictate what she need
Say who she shouldn't be with ... or who she should be
This hurt her deeply, real personal
She just couldn’t rise above
her environmental bigot barometric pressure
Her parting words were straight suburban truth —
I was way too ghetto fear proof!
Soul understanding is a beautiful natural fact ...
life goes on: and tears roll gitti ghetto like that
Categories:
de facto, emotions, feelings, lost love,
Form:
Dramatic Monologue
School Uniforms in the Fifties
By Elton Camp
Some people have an idea they think is new
To tell students what to wear is what they do
“Wear a uniforms that is up to our dress code,
Or else you will be required to hit the road.”
As far back in time as several decades ago
School uniforms existed but were de facto
Fail to comply meant you had to be a geek
Socially that put you very far up the creek
Blue jeans all boys were expected to wear
And a flattop was the only way to cut hair
Thick athletic socks always had to be white
Oh, we were, back then, just quite a sight
Not one girl would wear pants to school
That would have violated the tacit rule
Full skirts were what they all did wear
To attend wearing shorts, none would dare
It was enforced by the strongest thing around
Violators would receive a sneer and a frown
Peer pressure kept the dress code in place
Back then, nobody was willing to lose face
And if a boy had placed a ring into his ear,
Instant retaliation of the guys he must fear
“What’s that you have got there, my dear?
It’s obvious to all of us. You are a *****.”
Such talk was the universally accepted way
Bullying didn’t just start in our present day
So whether it was your voice or grooming
The group norm you had better be assuming.
Categories:
de facto, funny
Form:
Rhyme
women that tip weigh ling needle to spin vicious circle
akin to puppy chasing her/his tail
or require digital scale,
at the extreme alt right registering heavy loads
whether young or old ought to appreciated
as waifer thin self starved as a rail,
instead they suffer unfair injustice
like a trapped quivering quail
thus this fatalistic, generic,
and holistic landlubber
wanted to point head lee
hammer home one secure
heterosexual bondage stronger than
omnipotent Marcy's Playground
weather beaten pail
Trent Reznor's sixty 9 inch rust free steel nail
into the coffin of bias
against bevy of beautiful babes
within the mind of this male,
who inherited genetic predisposition
for being average, hearty and hale
yet feel compassion for those engaged
in an ongoing with battle of the bulge,
hmm... perhaps hiding ample bosom
akin to milky sopping wet grail
or accepted unequivocally themselves
without envy of lithesome women,
who seem to possess flair with nary a flail
yet possess much love to avail,
and tis wise to love oneself unconditionally
despite premium aesthetics considered svelte
which mass media accentuates de facto spelt
definition of femininity aka runway models
donned in faux animal pelt
whose deliberate self exhibition
prompts madding crowd of man
to waggle tongue with slack jaws
as if ready to melt
or at instantaneous signal telepathically felt
drop drawers upon removing blackbelt.
Categories:
de facto, 11th grade, 12th grade,
Form:
Elegy
Try a brisk walk at night,
Igniting fire through ice,
It might burn, bite or beat you,
But you'll swear it feels nice.
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Stare back at a stranger,
If their look starts to burn,
You'll notice their angst,
Once they know it's your turn.
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Don't reach to extinguish,
Your ignited tobacco,
Across dinners or drinks,
As ashes fall in de facto.
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Two drunks at a bar,
If smarmy, cheap males,
Will cease to exist,
By all mammals or females.
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If you guzzle or sip,
It goes down just the same,
And the only true difference:
The length of your game.
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Don't drink and drive,
You can't go very far,
Because the door you can't open,
Psst, isn't your car.
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Have sex with a friend,
Maybe two, three or four,
If you don't, someone might,
And next time, they'll ignore.
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Ask Marco, wine guru,
If it tastes good or bad,
The next you select,
You'll ferment, just a tad.
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If you smoke on the job,
Remember to render,
The air, clean and free,
Before returning to sender.
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When two lesbians chat,
They display their demeanor,
Without reference or rapture,
For your decadent wiener.
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Pouring more than you drink,
Is considered a virtue,
Because reversing osmosis,
Can only just hurt you.
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If you're gay and you know it,
Show those not, some respect,
Keep it reverent and subtle,
Spare us all when erect.
(12/30/01)
Categories:
de facto, drink, philosophy, wisdom,
Form:
Rhyme
stepp'n down from presidency ~Kamala, de facto nominee
Kamala means lotus flower~accent on Ka,' Zen power
top of the ticket changed~ but the message remains the same
fight for freedom at fifty-nine ~her belly laugh we love, smiles of sunshine
here to stay~as prosecutor put predators away
potential Harris picks~for vice president as time ticks
Categories:
de facto, america, character, freedom, history,
Form:
Monoku
Pendragons these Titans dieties de facto herculean portent shores Poseidon's
Neptune her Olympus their oracles and Othello ? Robin redbreast genesis his sherwood
Forest knights of love's, round table time as Ganymede; to bear this cup ? Germane the goddess....
Angelus red it's wine a passage her ghost writer she, his lady Guinevere; fairytales lore de facto, dreams.
Categories:
de facto, angel, art, autumn,
Form:
Tableau this fashion's design; laying out her beauty's puzzle ?
In tantalizing light majestic of, bluish gray; love's Maltese kittens
Years were claimed his rocking chair production ? Hydrospheric time
Clasp it's cup and fragrant petals; their evening stars burlesque de facto....
Symbolized velvet tides pervious her kiss sublime Gemini, she shares my tithes.
Categories:
de facto, art, beautiful, beauty, love,
Form:
Aye pride myself
being sui generis
verb hose subject for a zoologist,
cuz webbed phalanges
branch handsomely
from mine feet and wrist,
where perforce great expectations,
asper the next greatest (I SCREAM)
scoop of the month intimated,
conducted under top secret
controlled laboratory conditions
with yours truly (as the de facto
par excellence)
rodent named "Oliver twist"
Lady Dedlock key ping
watchful eye within bleak house,
while Thomas Gradgrind
feigns tubby bad company
during these hard times
temporarily all quietest
lull on the western front
since Donald Trump
detente foretold by a palmist,
whereby said President
of the United States
feeling as an optimist
met with Kim Jong-un,
(cautiously side stepping morass,
viz hit blind side dare devil hoodwinking,
via awe shucks faux bully)
suspending noninterventionist
impact unexpectedly witnessed leader
of North Korea as multilateralist
on historic June 12, 2018,
summit minus linguist,
where fist pumping in Singapore
for unilateral negotiations
offloading nationalism
weighing down
figurative chest i.e. kist
by resplendent sun, where ma lounge
sotto voce, somber solemnly
sober ensemble re: joist
uniting this stately isolationist,
whose approximate
ten stone heft easy to hoist
merely sustains purposelessness
this poem without a gist
hence if Yukon spare one
(or more cruxes) lemme be fist
in line, though first, aye
would need to convince thee
this scribe doth exist!
Categories:
de facto, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form:
Free verse
Freely forming metrical mainstays
poetic occasion to phrase
the fairer and gentler sex,
thus the following turns of phrase
to bestow acknowledgement
regarding wonderful wise ways
of collective she who assays
to create safe/secure home/ hearth
as bedrock and fount of ample
maternal duties tiredly sashays
with keeping house receiving praise
the second Sunday each May, her
tired body sprawled on chaise
lounge, perhaps basking in solar rays
communing with Gaia, who whiz
bruiting with sky goddess
defying forecasters prediction, no slate grays
pose dampening effect on huzzahs
regaling torchbearer diploid as amaze
zing newlife, where loving labor pays
more than fine spun gold cherishing
offspring in her nurturing ways.
Paean dutiful daily deference, I dole
ensconced with pineapple getup
surfing the cyber sea, this hyperbowl
lee, yet deserved dignity deifying dames,
who bear brunt whole
ding potent biological reproductive role
de facto duty honorably decreed
tribute paid despite commercialized
money making hyped up rigamarole,
nonetheless yours truly accentuates sole
sans, progenitor of human race
saddled with disproportionate/ unfair toll.
Categories:
de facto, angel, appreciation, celebration, inspirational,
Form:
Elegy