Best Decrying Poems
He can turn the crank, to tunes of happy song,
One that his crowd has cherished for long,
But something has so terribly gone wrong
For someone has declared: you don’t belong,
O, you don’t belong; no, you do not belong,
As organ music on streets is forever banned
Dismantling livelihood, so long he planned.
So today he turns the crank to words forlorn
As emotions torn, in wistful rhythms mourn,
This miserable morning of a beauteous day,
Oh, the heavens know why the sky is gray,
And the organ blares missives that betray:
Nothing can unsay ~today is that final day.
They watch him grooving as if in festive dance
Feigning happiness, hiding dolorous glance,
Decrying audacity of fate, eerily gone awry,
As he accepts reality, uttering a silent sigh,
Watching the crowd clap, as spirits amplify
His reason for being, reluctant to bid goodbye.
From street to street, he will endeavor to go
Visiting every place familiar, despite angst of woe,
For one last act of songs and music they know,
Collect what he can, past goodwill will bestow;
Turning the crank, to tunes of happy song,
One that his crowd has cherished for long,
Though something has so terribly gone wrong
For someone has declared: you don’t belong,
O, you don’t belong; no, you do not belong.
Between frosty cobalt-cliffs, cruise-ship hesitates to pause,
Amidst ice sculptures echoing cheers of spirited applause,
Mesmerizing enthralled sights evincing awe-struck trance,
Lauding vast gelid expanse, hypnotizing eyes of romance.
Buoying on inlets, flaunting aesthetics of sculpted designs,
Dark blue glaciers rise for miles, as our ship gently aligns,
Watching seals resting lazily, ruminating on blocks of ice,
Empathetic of frightened sparrow decrying the crowd-size.
Gracefully ship circles around, as if staging a festive dance,
When in enamored glance, caressing hints of romance,
We praise motifs on water~ floating white cotton balls,
Where shards chromatic fall from frozen-tall bluish walls.
Miles of crystals adorning yonder, glinting cerulean blue,
Stack mounds of white contrast on distant emerald hue,
As Glacier Bay begins to fade retreating in rearward view,
When ship's whistle blows aloud, bidding a fond adieu.
A journey we treasure now in albums of cherished past,
Where moments unsurpassed, coveting-forever last,
Embracing precious memories evoking paradise on earth,
Glamorizing place-idyllic, luxuriating in cadence of mirth.
May 28, 2023
Placed 1st: This or That, Vol 18 Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Edward Ibeh
Title Chosen: I Know A Place
Glacier Bay National Park and Preserve lies west of Juneau, Alaska and can only be reached by plane or boat. Glacier Bay was declared a UNESCO WORLD HERITAGE SITE in 1979 for the spectacular glacier and icefield landscapes.
This evening I listen to a Rock 'n' Roll band
Their track is Civil War, as our world now expands
To us it's the same size but to others they despise
For the want of greed exists in their killer hungry eyes
Where do I start, to say of their evil spread
A different starvation leaving the world in evil dread
It's not our today's but our yesterdays years
That our history tells us, of our everlasting torn tears
Cambodia, the Lebannon, and Sri Lanka's Indian sun
Rebels who demand better at the end of a gun
Guaetamala and Peru with their Shining Path
Villagers in terror decrying it's ever last
Democracy is our power in it's controllable exist
Like the Shining above, how long will our future paths persist
Recent news in the Arabic World, has taken tyrants by surprise
For decades they have stolen with their torturing infidel lies
I could go deeper and deeper to describe these evils acts
In wanton blood spillage, to increase civil war torn facts
For this is the world we live in, it appears we determine to live
Maybe in our lifetime it will be on our doorstep, we open, our lives will sieve
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/war-8.php
Das Don doth debilitate democracy
driving a collateral wedge
deliberately dividing differences
collaborating, collapsing, and collaring
disparity amidst ever
increasing homogenization
extant within contiguous United States
across world wide web for that matter
attested by increased
spike among multiracial
amalgamated enclaves, individuals mixing,
where preponderance of melanin
generally affecting predominance
regarding increasing swarthy
naturally copper toned skin
across vast majority of heavily
Caucasian populated areas predicted
to become minority
according new statistics
located at webpage
https://www.brookings.edu/blog/
the-avenue/2018/03/14/
the-us-will-become-minority-
white-in-2045-census-projects/
predict the nation will become
“minority white” in 2045
which genetic assimilation
also harken better angels
among us to herald
interfaith marriage represent
according to hyperlink-
https://www.npr.org/
2013/04/10/176802652/
til-faith-do-us-part-
the-price-of-interfaith-marriage
close to half of all marriages
in this country over the past 10 years
(this cited for the year 2013,
which mostly increased since).
No doubt, the commander in chief
buzzfeeds into this inexorable trend
disquieting, horrifying, mortifying...
especially white supremacists
decrying, lamenting, threatening...
innocents abroad, and/or naturalized citizens
taking cruel dull liver re: to heart
acrimonious, caluminous, jealous, ferocious...
hazarding, kindling, tweeting
inevitable demographic transition overtaking
North America, and teeming masses
(particularly whose skin color,
perhaps fifty shades of brown,
albeit I hereby posit as
forthcoming second, yet
nonpareil gilded bronze age).
Relatively insignificant disparity
(within schema, asper genus/ species
*****sapiens per se)
people comprise greater similarity,
versus starkly disparate contrasts
between each other,
nonetheless oh bomb men able
enthuses, maximizes, trumpets...
every opportunity to spark
altercations, conflagrations, exhibitions...
animals veritably tearing each other
satiating human blood lust,
where coordination, integration, union...
welcoming brother/sisterhood, tolerance,
versus filleting, fomenting fracturing
mosaic boosts ego
inherent narcissistic tribalism!
Thy birth on January 13th –
cervical contractions
would not abate
the pesky master (papa), strove
to synchronize seminal bait
thence, forty-two weeks
after ma parents did pro create
imminent lviii plus years ago to date,
this present baby boomer doth
indubitably and inherently equate
nineteen hundred and fifty nine
bequeathed birthed mine kempf ill fate
neurological manifestation,
sans obsessive compulsive did grate
behavioral motif and analogous
to frontispiece per story I hate
of my life and hard times,
when all of a sudden out blue irate,
the onset of emotional nadir,
where ballistic ordnance bombed away
fancy free, innocent, naïve boyhood
decrying, detonating,
and describing me own Pigs Bay
Allied, linkedin, and synced Luftwaffe
and Panzer division invasion that clay
like materiel within southern cerebral hemi
sphere inroads usurped no delay
riding roughshod via synapse straits sporting
scoring sorties using every
axe n newer on dread did
Swiss hide dill naught
to decimate with spirited ghost
of William Tecumseh Sherman
determination tuff flay
leaving not one iota (oft times)
referenced as gray
matter unaffected quite aware
of rebellious confederated voices
yelling “HOORAY”
Sabotaging orbitofrontal communication
incorporating connection between anterior
cingulate gyrus cortex heightening activity
bridging (via atom sized pontoon bridges)
greater activity upon basal ganglia, which
synoptic description does nothing to alter
the predisposition to ingress of un control
able imbecilic, inexplicable, and illogical
fixation particularly during onset of puberty,
when an emotional kamikaze nose dive
at nadir of near lifelessness, the shadow
of me former self nowhere tubby found
on account of deadly symbiotic relationship.
Scathing these miscoloured orbs of sight, with incised rocks carved beneath
Concretionaries jagged edges of contagiums....
Painted upon the predominating canvas of perceptions dank, pasteled times!
So what has changed, this mosaic of histories collective collage?
As one way or another many, infused, inebriate their thoughts to inertia
Binding and bound; within these thicker links of connotations chains....
While they bury their bleeding nails into walls; immersed within darker days
Wherein few lives withdraw completely these claws, of concourses contaminating
Which extends itself polymorphously, deeper....
This unknowing muted muse amongst, everbearings, everyway?!
Unto the very core within, bleaksomes mangled maze, of, adapted art....
This abstract and blurried shadow of vagues, prolific presentations
How to pound the hearts into tears, of burnings coffins, set ablaze
Amid the dawning of insanities decrying of decrepits, decores, so displayed....
Within these assylums waiting for their fills
Beyond, the ghostly bars of Baals, notes, now played
By this 'Phantom of The Operas' corpse; deceivings decay, exhumed....
These flaming embers of ashes; fortiums pins of pain!
The crows casting within corners; like shackles upon most; the guiles, of guildeds shame?
This sifting of flour to find the implosion of caverns
Crashing, upon themselves to the suffocating truths, of, their often buried alive....
Subsisting encased within the cages like creatures, placed on exhibit?
An example, of the modern day creations, lifted from the poisoned palettes, of Palladians ways
Swirling within these inversions; smoke upon the rise....
Black splashings, atop the pavement of profounds
Sculptors, with their crucifying knives!
More concise within their uncompromising; binding the bound, within these thicker links of
chains
While they bury their bleeding touch, into the walls of this darklings darkest haze
Wherein few souls escape such palindromic brushings
These, emdedded pigments, of the palinodes days of daze....
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Contemporary Art!?
Villanelle: The Dilemma of the Non-Violent – 3
Politics’ the art of decrying nations
The national art’s how to prostitute Mother
Arming nations need no justifications
The People's Ego broadens shores of nations
Which provokes invasions by the Other
Politics’ the art of decrying nations
Tongking’s engulfed behind United Nations
You know whom strangled by the likes of Hitler
Arming nations need no justifications
Victim stones make no dent on pretensions
Vietnamese mothers bear with stoic laughter
Politics’ the art of decrying nations
Resist and invite self-mortifications
Retaliate and be dubbed mortal sinner
Arming nations need no justifications
Hug the Nation during incinerations
Pride will stand us good stead in Life hereafter
Politics’ the art of decrying nations
Arming nations need no justifications
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2015
polydactyl fractals
and digital manipulation
like "fat fingers"
pushing "astroturf" clods
and "usefull idiots" onto the street
into the traffic
goose stepping in lockstep
against what they're for
unaware
their prophets decrying profits
(historically elite)
the politburo oligarchy
with power
from the barrel of a gun
and needing Adam Smith
to eat
but oh well
what's a few hundred million
citizens
between fiends?
A Sonnet to a Sable Poet’s Pen
(Apropos Disrespected, Suspected, Neglected and Rejected)
I want to write poems
of flowers and birds;
Fragrant poems singing
beautiful words;
Poems praising the ebb and flow
of evening tides
Splashing shores searching
where love abides;
But my pen refuses to ink
such seemingly simplicity.
My pen refuses to ignore
today’s blatant iniquities.
I must write for and to those blinded
by the cataracts of injustice;
Those who suffer deafness from
cancer of abject prejudice—
Immobilized by sclerosis
of uncontrollable apathy:
That coveted placebo that placates
infectious pity.
Yes, I must write wailing words decrying
flowing blood in the street;
Leaving sobbing sad sable mothers
with only dried tears to weep.
This pen of mine must mark our time of vigilance
and what was neglected;
I must write poems of reality—how down the years
our liberty they rejected.
Emerge the invocations of begotten falsehood.
Lying dormant.
My screams no longer withheld.
Anointing savagery bred of ancient tongues.
This depraved submergence beckons in a righteous hand.
Born of opposition in the courts of folly, enormities ascend to the arch of flame.
Emptiness divine.
Adversary! Consciousness springs fourth with teeth, capturing light.
Embraces onward, feeding from its throat.
Sanctity (Abhor) for human design.
Insignificance cast aside. Decrying nemesis mind.
Assimilate!
Eradicate!
Purity rotting within skulls of dismembered prophets.
Acknowledgments, unjust.
We all bare this mark.
Depraved disciples.
Dispelling human livestock.
Gorge on all things with evangelic dependencies.
Regiments of dying filth, their lives have withered away.
Behold, foul paradox.
Consummation for all things to pass.
Born of opposition in the courts of folly, enormities ascend to the arch of flame.
Coerce the swarms… gorging on all things. The feeding of lies.
Around the world the bombs are flying.
Political aims. Political lying.
Treaties are friendships, or so they’re implying;
As long as all parties are meekly complying.
Self-interested means, are always belying
The truth of the war; the truth underlying.
And we’ll call them soldiers, those men who are dying.
Not daddy, not brother, nor son, cause we’re trying
To ignore the sounds of hushed motherly crying.
So, “grateful nation”, why aren’t we decrying,
The barter of life, for the prizes they’re eyeing;
Those men in their suits who never stop lying;
Deceiving and scheming and constantly spying?
Now I lift my pen, and with ink that’s yet drying,
In glossy black verse, unjust wars I’m defying
Political aims. Political lying.
While around the world the bombs are still flying.
Preston Graham
04/16/15
Entry for I, Icon
IV.
Lia called himself a woman,
though his chromosomes disagreed,
inside he felt he was female,
he made that his identity.
In the second year of high school,
the woke faculty played along,
but Lia would not face the knife,
even if his body felt wrong.
Now Lia was fond of running,
and he went out for track and field,
some of the girls didn’t like this,
but the coaches made them all yield.
At the first race he outpaced them,
breaking the records as he ran,
the teachers all declared him ‘brave,’
but beyond that he won few fans.
Parents showed up at school meetings,
decrying how this was not fair,
a man who’d gone through puberty
simply had no real business there.
Their daughters who had trained so hard
were now cheated, no chance to win,
since a man racing meant it all
was over, why even begin?
What was the point of women’s sports
if it now was open to men?
soon enough guys would rule it all,
like the 1950s again.
Lia was shocked by all this talk,
how dare they rant and misgender?
She went online to call them out,
but most just called him ‘pretender.’
Declared he was an ******* who
couldn’t compete against the guys,
that his ego needed stroking
so he flipped to the other side.
The female runners hated him,
and refused to associate,
rhe male runners thought him a joke,
their mockery stung more than hate.
Lia found out, when all was done,
that nobody really was ‘trans,’
a man cannot be a woman,
a women cannot be a man.
Interpreting Poetry (mine)
Similar to scrutinizing
an abstract painting,
this author begetting
obscure words dumbfounding
readers, he eludes
(no shade tree fore rest)
clear cut discerning,
yet oft times his words
garner reviews raving
esoteric word choice,
how mind boggling
to this logophile despite
more than one reading
brow (sir) furrowed -
cognitive region scrunching,
no matter intent concentration
utter futility attempting
bedeviled comprehension, whether
literary master (me? ha...
not yet), among pantheon partying,
but nonetheless birthing
present day profoundly thought provoking,
undoubtedly tirelessly expending
mental energy eventually exhausting
effort in futility understanding,
asper mine stymied
linkedin attention getting
(then just as quickly losing)
registering resignation defeat alluding
to challenge physical prowess daunting
engagement well matched savvy sparring
partner, or possibly life
and death battling
against unwittingly aggressive brutal questing
archenemy, sans toward all living
species wretched nemesis ultimately deciding
mortality tacitly accepted proffering
transient longevity refusing
to compromise, haggle, negotiate,
et cetera casting
deadened demise of victor or villain
all thru civilization starring
as unopposable tour
de force quietly biding
end date, versus indiscriminately snatching
hero, heroine, coward,
et cetera requiring
impossible ransom while donning
mask of Melpomene
(Tragedy), or trumpeting
Thalia (Comedy), no exit stage door left
only joie de vivre
until last second ticking
unbeknownst unexpected, and uninviting
deathly hallows ringtone alarming
anonymous (oh Henry)
words worth struggling
to hash meaningfulness, viz
finite existence germinating
since birth, yet
terminal realization pressing
with greater frequency when aging,
and deafeningly ear splitting
amplitude bite the bullet clamoring
to tread welcome matt acquiescing
unavoidable phase of dying
devoid of any bargain, but requiring
unconditionally punishingly suffering
silent non binding
resolution, no exemption decrying
unfair contractual obligation, nor unionizing
worth a fig yore of
speech as cosmic arbiter
blithely doth shear - pruning,
without rhyme nor reason meeting
identical fate toward everyone
even posthumous destiny yours truly awaiting.
MENTAL INSTITUTIONS SHOULD PLANT FLOWERS TO PASS THE HOURS
Dead daisies,
deceased dandelions
torched tulips birthed to be torn and tragically tormented
And those daisies and dandelions died due to being deemed demented
Maples were made miserable,
evergreens were ever sad,
and fir trees were forced to become forlorn
Those evergreens and firs were sorrowful for all of them having been born
Morning glories are in mourning,
daffodils are decaying and decrying the dawning
and chrysanthemums were cruelly created to cry
lovely lilies were living a life to lament
As violets vied with violence,
and roses were required to repent
Forget-me-nots were forgotten,
hydrangeas weren’t high on danger
as junipers jousted with an unjust June
Lilacs lied,
petunias pouted
while marigolds were made mad due to the
moon
The sage were relegated to rage,
as a carnation prayed for an alternate incarnation
and the wisteria suffered hysteria because of insipid information
The iris had a virus
Chrysanthemums went crazy
Marigolds went mad
While wisteria went wild
And for this garden’s ailments there is no sensible solution
Except to send all the plants and trees to an orna-mental institution
© 2012 copyright PHREEPOETREEE …..~free cee!~
expectant motherhood
doth generate aurorean
glowing halo, inducing
jubilant kickstarter lil bean,
administering capitalone
earthlinked joyful lyft,
natural pheromone readying cerulean
tommorrow, venerated x2c gleam
zinging bounteous
dizzying feelings hormones houseclean
jackanapes leviathon nestling
pinterestinly interocean
reaching terminus vista
xing zee birth canal mien
doctor Fallopian
helps jiggle little nymphean
possibly ranking
topnotch venerated olympian
x-ray zooms
bringing developed fetus healthily seen
joyful loving neuro
logically plain resplent teen
knee weeny tiny
vaunted xpn zing baby dripping vasoline
like goo fully gesticulating happy jolly newborn.
Which miracle whipped purely by chance
given reason to the most orthodox
to sing and dance,
sans said singular biological
phenomenon does enhance
freshly minted parents,
or mommas and papas genetic grants
who already passed along
to a brood of offspring
gushing with excitement
akin to fire hydrants
spewing forth water
treasuring such Kodak moment,
cuz such instance
and subsequent tender
wonderful blessed
Instamatic reverent cherished instants
will zip at greased lightening speed lance
sing remembrance of things past
during twilight years,
an eye blink those yesterday,
and upon being centenarian,
doddering fogie gripping hold,
hugging intensely, indubitably decrying
how quickly of decades long ex pants
didst elapse, when tendering
to a coliciky, finicky,
inscrutably lemony offspring
wishing infant would grow up already,
now his tis aged father or mother
hood doth rants
at father time, he doth access
without a word an excel lent
power point demonstrattion
with near vertical line brevity
of how mortality slants.