Best Dea Poems
Words
I don't have nothing really to post right now
However, I will read your poems first,
In hopes inspiration follows and falls into place
Please do not think I'm here to drop a bomb
It's just a fair warning on how, I'm here
"To Rock Your World"
Allow me kindly to introduce myself,
I'm as Sweet as they come
I'm not the enemy, but a poet friend
In time you will see, and hunger my name
I'm not new to any poetry world
In time you will notice I am not your average girl
I will play fair, If you do
I'll be true to you, if you are true
I'm not here to judge what I can't see
However, I will reply and enjoy the imagery
This Destroyer is not like a lawyer
However, mess with me or my sis
I'll chew you out like the D.E.A.
I'll mess with your mind
A brain storm cleaning you from bottom to top
I am the POET DESTROYER
Admiring those who love the world of wordplay
Today, I will end my WORDS
With the quote I've always wanted to say
"I am no poet!"
by;pd
I wandered the desert in awe
of all the wonders I saw.
But when I stopped to pee,
who was watching me?
(I’m quite sure I heard a guffaw).
Cameras everywhere, eyes in the sky,
Border Patrol, DEA, playing I-SPY,
Made me shiver
I gave a quiver
and shook my slow-draining guy.
Heaven forbid I should fart!
(to me a true work of art)
They’d probably arrest me
and surely sequest me
Authorities must play their part!
Off to the jailhouse I’d go
Me and my weewee so slow
An old desert rat
and a damn silly hat
paraded like crim’nals on show.
For a few bucks they’d set me free.
No law against taking a pee.
They’ve big fish to fry
like those who still try
to escape by hiding in tree.
Send those Mexicans home!
(and all the others who roam)
Build a wall
make it tall
and put ‘em in jail if they POEM!
It’s not my political bent
but everywhere I went
I surely saw
the long-armed law
but they don’t make a dent
In the flow of drugs
or illegal bugs.
Humanity.
Insanity!
Anyone need some hugs?
Go on, spoil me rotten
Wrap me in wooly cotton
Enroll me in a class
Where I’m taught the art of grass.
Like your food I always ate
Life is served up on a plate
Now I’m hard to satiate
And you’re the object of my hate.
CH
Give me what I want,
Give it to me now
If you won’t placate me
I take it anyhow
Give it, give it, give it,
Give it to me now,
If you won’t placate me
I take it anyhow.
Go on, spoil me rotten,
Until I’ve forgotten
How to live a decent life
Let alone attract a wife.
But, hey, I’m qualified
To tell lies of how I lied
It’s all music to her ears
It’s the truth mother fears.
CH
Go on, spoil me rotten,
I’m your misbegotten
Eighty pounds over weight
Got a job hauling freight
From Brazil to LA
Where my tic gave me away
To someone from the DEA…
My lawyer had a field day.
CH
I’m no longer spoiled rotten
I wear denim, not cotton
Can’t get hold of a fix
To ease these incessant tics.
I’ve lost weight and all hope
Clinging to an end of rope
Knowing now my selfishness
Was nurtured by your weakness.
Take what you want,
Take it off me now,
If it don’t placate you
I give it anyhow
Take it, take it, take it,
Take it off me now.
If it don’t placate you
I give it anyhow.
Faith that endangers and saves
It was 1988, Bogota, Colombia, during the time of (La Violencia) the 40 year war of insurgents against the government. At the same time Pablo Escobar was wreaking havok, killing and maiming thousands, all who opposed his cocaine empire. Americans who were found in the country were viewed with suspicion (were they DEA agents, were they spies?) I was there with 20 others (all North Americans) we were on a Christian missionary assignment, constructing the national headquarters and Bible publishing factory in a small town 40 kms outside of Bogota. The Bishop was not happy with us building in his town. He called and complained to the Mayor, who then called the Governor who then called the President, who then called the Military to intervene in what they thought was some illegal clandestine activity by Americans. Two convoys of soldiers came without warning, and broke into our compound, soldiers searching and screaming "donde estan los Gringos?" (where are all the Americans?) I was quickly hidden underneath a pile of wood in the carpentry shop, I could see the soldiers with their machine guns, in a frenzy checking everywhere. I prayed fervently for a half hour, supplicating God to save us! Not one of us were found that day!
Faith that endangers
Scorching animosity
God's saving power
For Faith Haibun Contest by Regina Riddle
July 09,2020
This feeling washes over me in a cool wave, something that I am not familiar
Within this life, it is strange Deja-Vu. A familiar yet vague feeling. I know
Your scent. You've put life back in the rickety bones of this ol' devil. I'm
Overwhelmed, I have yet to stop Trembling. My goose bumps have goose bumps. You
Truly are magickal in more ways than you could ever understand. I have tears of
Joy in my eyes and an undying love in my heart. This is an alien notion. I'm
Perplexed, I'm enthralled by you. You're real. I know you. I've always known
You. Are you the memory of the Celtic goddess Dea Matrona? You are the fertile
Soil. Towards the Pantheon, onward driven up the mountain. There was you. You're
The furthest from a stranger. I want to reside within your bones. I'm the bird
in you rib cage. It’s all true. The scrying pound speaketh of you. Your lips.
Your flesh... My worship. My praise beset by an unworthy tongue. I hold no court
For your true glory. Your light Burns so bright, I feel my atoms shall combust
With a mere interaction with your divine gaze. I'm a simple creature in the
midst of holy notes. My mind and body could never fully decipher. Fodder for
spirit. Honey of vibration. Water of color. I haven't any fear. I welcome you.
Valentine butterflies, they are unlike any other butterfly you ever did see.
Assembled in your soul, they only come out to play when you fall in
Love. They flutter free of their own accord. Red velour wings as large as
Elephant ears. They are soft to the touch and they tickle gently for they are
Naturally inclined to be mellow to sweeten your disposition. They say
That love is a promise best kept forever but these butterflies truly have no
Idea, how long they will coexhist in your bosom.
Never take them for granted for they are volatile and will cease to exist if
Enbezzeled with indifference.
Butterflies in your stomach means love in your eyes
Undiluted adoration leads to existential inspiration
Trust love and it will take you down the rose petal path
Trust love and it will lead you home to familiar ground
Every heart deserves affection, maybe this year its you !
Receive them with grace and share in their affection. Let them feel
Free to roam inside you. These butterflies are happy wingsies.
Love, it flutters free of its own accord. So be sure to
Invite it in, along with those sweet little floating beauties. Somehow
Each year they migrate to Cupid's chamber, where they are arrowed into
Souls that turn to Lovers. Well done Cupid, well done butterflies.
Sponsor Mark Toney
Contest Name 2022 Poetry Marathon Mile 26
January 29, 2023
The DEA will this condemn:
Some pain sufferers take Kratom
Big pharma must reign
They'll rely on chicane
To keep addicts addicted to them
Author's Note: Kratom comes from a relative of the coffee plant. The active ingredient is mitragynine. While this substance acts as a pain killer, it appears much less addictive than the opiates supplied by big pharma. Thousands of people swear by it, and have used it to wean themselves off of more addictive drugs and alcohol. Research on mice has shown that at least mice do not become addicted to this substance. So, naturally, the next step is to ban it!! Do you suppose the drug companies had something to say to the regulators? Thanks uncle sam.
Our words are a heavy foot on the accelerator;
memories that just won’t let up
Pressing,
and
pressing
down;
revving up the engine tucked away
in your chest.
I know that when you think about it,
you get light headed,
maybe even a little drowsy,
and then you stop caring
because where we parked our
car has always been crowded.
You see, the fumes can be dea
dly..
If you’re not careful.
—————-> If we don’t get out every now
and again, fresh air might become
toxic to our mutated affirmations.
I only know this because,
I’ve learned to love the feeling
of your hands around my throat,
and you used to be so sweet.
It’s hard to breathe in here,
watching you swallow my
**** and grin like I’ve given
you flowers for the first time,
And I…
remember
…quite clearly
you don’t even like flowers.
I don’t know where we’re going,
you keep …laying your foot
to the floor, breathing harder,
like you can actually smell our
brain cells dying.
And all I can smell is your perfume,
that ridiculously exotic potion that
your grandmother buys when we
visit, insisting that two taps on the
wrist will make you smell just like
Marilyn Monroe did…
I never thought that something
so beautiful would reek of death.
-James Kelley 2014, All rights reserved.
Dea America.
Most times, you make me smile.
Sometimes, there's a joyful laugh.
Occasionally, I mourn for you as
Sadness and tears fill my heart.
There are forces trying to tear us apart.
But realistically, we belong together.
The future I see is one with you and me.
So, let's just go forward together.
062223PS
The New Apartment
By Elton Camp
The apartment looked pretty good to old Mrs. Pike
The area was a bit run-down, so that she didn’t like
The place unexpectedly became available for lease
When the former tenant was taken away by police
The landlord’s cleaning crew, thorough sure were not
Some of the other tenant’s personal things they forgot
Mrs. Pike was forced to complete the job by herself
So out went his clothes, food, and trinkets on the shelf
But out in the back, setting on the apartment’s patio
There was a potted plant that she didn’t feel had to go
Its scalloped leaves were of a type to her unknown
Very soon, Mrs. Pike was amazed at how it’d grown
Two men came by and announced they were from DEA
“We need to check out what your neighbors had to say.”
And that how Granny Pike really got put on the spot
The newspaper came to read, “Woman growing pot.”
Leapin’ lizards up in dem gizzaeds, we call it the creepy crawl. Moon blood creepin’ like rust in my lungs. A greasy beast lies deep amongst the carrion. Blessed ***** hog. The poltergeist of Bethlehem with the sweetest Lobotomy eyes. Shards of heaven digest slowly, lynched by halo…none so holy.
This feeling washes over me in a cool wave, something that I am not familiar
Within this life, it is strange Deja vu. A familiar yet vague feeling. I know
Your scent. You've put life back in the rickety bones of this ol' devil. I'm
Overwhelmed, I have yet to stop Trembling. My goose bumps have goose bumps. You
Truly are magickal in more ways than you could ever understand. I have tears of
Joy in my eyes and an undying love in my heart. This is an alien notion. I'm
Perplexed, I'm enthralled by you. You're real. I know you. I've always known
You. Are you the memory of the Celtic goddess Dea Matrona? You are the fertile
Soil. Towards the Pantheon, onward driven up the mountain. There was you. You're
The furthest from a stranger. I want to reside within your bones. I'm the bird
in you rib cage. It’s all true. The scrying pound speaketh of you. Your lips.
Your flesh... My worship. My praise beset by an unworthy tongue. I hold no court
For your true glory. Your light Burns so bright, I feel my atoms shall combust
With a mere interaction with your divine gaze. I'm a simple creature in the
midst of holy notes. My mind and body could never fully decipher. Fodder of
spirit. Honey of vibration. Water of color. I haven't any fear. I welcome you.
Jesus reincarnates on the earth plane
and decides to open a medical marijuana dispensary.
Although business is booming,
he forgets to get the blessing of the DEA,
and soon the IRS becomes his worst judas to date.
Can the savior of psychedelics conjure a reason
to avoid crucifixion in this latter day tale
of medicine, financial derivatives,
and destruction of the empire of symbols?
Dry your eyes,
I am here...
As the eastern winds carry
lost feathers of bird.
Dry your eyes,
I am here...
Dea.
I was an artistic genius, don't you see?
I created a brilliant recipe.
I will be remembered beyond death,
for inventing Kidster meth.
I throw in lye and kerosene,
and some pseudoephedrine,
and to make you feel more euphoric,
I mix in some acid, hydrochloric.
It may be toxic and corrosive,
and potentially explosive,
but Kidster meth was the best meth in town,
until the DEA shut me down.
I wouldn't call it a transgression,
Kidster meth would clear up all depression.
Do a lot of it and you would never doze off,
but you would most likely chew some of your toes off,
Yes, Kidster meth was the best meth in town.
Actually, I've never done meth, I'm just Kidding around.
Good Goddess Bona Dea
We celebrate Your rites
Female only festivals.
All men are out of sight.
You safeguard our fertility
As we worship at your feet
With flowers, wine and vine leaves
And a serpent, when we meet.
So Bona Dea praise you.
Give us fruitfulness in birth.
Empower us to be feminine
And champion our worth