Best Defection Poems
Double Acrostic
I just want to mention before you read this poem that "Oasis" by Charmaine Chircop
allowed me the inspiration to write this. Thoughts had been swirling through my mind
for about 24 hours and I was having difficulty finding the form to express them. Those
of you that know me know that I favor difficult forms rather than plain Freestyle.
Thank you Charma, It is good to be back!!
Eye Candy
Erratic, heart thrusting through my chest!
Yoga is in session, followers in succession!
Edible delights without excess embellishment.
Core poses carve, define rippled mid-sections
Anxiety has subsided, muscles relaxed. Objective,
Nurture those curves! Endure tension, calm her nerves.
Durability, her gift is my defection. Connection, A fifteen
Year friendship and we are both free agents!
Jared Pickett
2/13/2014
Asavvy1
forgot what I had set out to remember
when my deconstructed self
discovered there was no authentic anything
saw through it all every granule
how we became the unwitting tools
of smarter people who really weren't smart enough
concluding if this is life
you can imagine what death is like
I can tell you this much
we are alone in this galactic theme park
alone as a lizard on a sunny rock
what percent of the totality
of all there is in all the universe
do we perceive
and what do you see with nothing absent
this question failed to sweep through
the bum fight arenas
where they need permission to think
no escaping that free means battle
which goddammit means not free
shouting to anyone my agent will sue
as the lines grew longer
and the bread grew shorter
the sly ones were trampled by their own venality
order was quickly restored destroyed restored etc.
the pace was feverish so were the faces
on State TV at 6 and 11
self denialists saw their heads roll down the lane
towards the ten pins at Bowl N' Boogie
in an educated kind of idiocy
for which there is no help
a scandal of poor illumination
you never know which is the foreground
and which is the background
discovering heaven is not overhead
OK I’d better let up on the enthusiasm
too many grimacing faces in the popcorn
too many bushwhacking gargoyles
plump like 3-D bratwurst
in this Biblical sauerkraut mamodrama
making the world lounge safe
for my blindfolded baptism
for both the seen and the unseen
beneath the scum covered water
on a need to know basis
I now reveal a deadly secret
there is direction there is magnitude
densities and rarities
we mime we imitate
we steal what we are
and are beaten with sticks
for having a mind and knowing it
I meme therefore I am
Defection Control had him by the throat
blow a kiss to the camera
it's all just a really big index
From "Engine of Didactic Beauty" available on Amazon
Artist Portfolio: http://walteralter.byethost32.com/
Shards of listening sunflowers, she's trapped in the gardens reflection,
contaminated shattered seedlings was not the topiary's intention,
inside the stamen, her severed particles, causing an afflicted defection,
scraps of glass and plastic lies beneath the roots, depleting the petals complexion,
the world divides into pieces from this stagnant pollution infection.
Date Written: February 23, 2016
For The Contest, Fragment of Life, Sponsor, Broken Wings
**Double Acrostic**
****Brown Sugar****
Bourbon complexion small tight frame, fancy.
Rhythm sensual, untamed yet so classy.
Overall a perfect ten, infectiously sassy!
Wily this temptress, like the modern day
Nefertiti, I kneel before this empress
Sweet never sour, passionate to the core.
Understanding, we've built a strong rapport.
Glamorous, she is everything and more. Her
Alluring imperfections most impressive.
Rapturous, I yearn for her defection!
Jared Pickett
8/4/2014
Asavvy1
Election Day Footles
Non-Voters
Passive
Asses
Unenrolled Voters
Selection
Defection
Last ditch pitch
Stand out
Hand out
Crumpled and pitched
Pamphlet
Spam-let
3/3/2016
After the election,
at least two things will continue without interruption: death and taxation.
After the election,
two kinds of people, the rich and the poor, will remain without interruption.
After the election,
I will continue to pray, to go to church, and keep writing new poems and stories.
After the election,
I'm not going to cry, worry, or fret over bad news or old stories.
After the election,
whether by mail, the internet, or bank drafts, bills will be due without hesitation.
After the election,
Airlines, hotels, and car rentals, will still expect us to make a reservation.
After the election,
College tuition will not be free, but young people will continue their education.
After the election,
Both winners and losers will continue their complaints and frustrations.
After the election, there will be less affection, but it’s unlikely there will be any defection.
After the election,
States will remain united, and none will decide to declare secession.
Although, after the election,
it’s possible there might be some new revelations.
However, after the election,
‘Trust me’, no Politian is likely to face any incarceration.
After the election,
The politicians will continue going in different directions.
After the election,
some will lick their wounds while others will have a celebration.
After the election,
Neither party will be any closer to perfection.
After the election,
No American soil will show lines of demarcation.
After the election,
There’ll be no need for ex-candidates to have better protection.
And finally, after the election, while Politicians will appear to be problem-solving, citizens will continue their own problem-solving without hesitation. 11032018 PS Contest, After The Election, Kim Rodriques
Black Men,
I see your power.
And, although sometimes well disguised,
and sometimes compromised,
buried between paler thighs,
scrutinized, by paler eyes...
I see your strength.
And, I see the wisdom in your eyes,
as a prize.
And, I hear what's being said about you,
but I don't believe the lies,
from him, her, them...
Not even the lies,
that you believe and tell about yourself.
Black Men,
I see your worth.
Even when, your flexion lacks direction,
ending in defection,
and upon closer inspection,
there is no connection...
to be found.
But, there's no desire to clown.
No desire to
BEAT DOWN,
PUSH DOWN,
or DRAG YOU DOWN!
NEVER THAT!
I see your POWER,
your STRENGTH,
and your WORTH...
And, BLACK MEN...
I see your CROWN.
Your face contorts in a twisted effort
Plaintive in non-decorous reverberation
A terrain around a pair of distant orbs
Lost in extemporaneous consternation
To ward off the fear of unwanted evanescence
Upon the wanton revelation
Of a day you wish had never existed
Tremors beset a set of fingers
While the mind steadies the hand that lights
A random electric cigarette to calm the nerves
That being the fact of how you face facts
Always taking an indirect approach
Which has led to the current page of fate
And the smoke from nothing rises
Of nothing, to nothing, vaporous memories
Images of shadows addressing empty chairs
Avoiding the real elephants in the rooms
Treating image as symbol pointing to symbol
God is a symbol of God type thought
Abstractions that shy away from syllogism
The twisted logic of counter-inference
This may not be what you think it is
(Depending who you are and where you stand)
But you will fall back into your own constructs
And reconfirm the calcified habits of defection
In tandem with the anthem of rigorous rejection
Of all that follows a labyrinthine trail of thought
And seek out digressive thought patterns
A complete refusal to sit on concrete
And count the chips on palm of hand
Daydreams of consummate approaches
Please show me a thigh; I mean, a sign
Followed by a sigh, of the kind
That follows such frames of mind
Vers Beaucoup
The Vers Beaucoup, a poem for created by Curt Mongold, which is French for “many
rhymes”. Each stanza (you can have as many stanzas as desired as long as they follow the
rhyming scheme) consists of four lines with a rhyming word scheme of:
a-a-a-
a-b-b-
b-c-c-
c-d-d
Each rhyme can only use a MAXIMUM of three words. The fourth “a” rhyme carried over to
the second line causes enjambment and creates a strong internal rhyming structure.
(Definition of enjambment The continuation of a syntactic unit from one line or couplet of a
poem to the next with no pause.)
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Astrology
The stars, the Mars, destiny afar
The scars of yesterday seem to come my way
All the way. Even the moon, clouds strewn
Like wispy balloon seem to mourn, ominous and forlorn
.
The searcher, deciphering future, to nurture
And raconteur. Symbols and signs, falling in lines
Astrological designs. Depicting life, joy and strife
Or anything rife. Past wreak, prospect mystique..
.
Fortune untold, fate uncontrolled that planets behold
Young or old, only a seer and his peer
With a crystal sphere or tantras and mantras
Even using yantras, predict events or any ascents
.
Sometimes soothsayers play doomsayers and naysayers
Asking us to conduct prayers. To create peace and release
And increase a planet’s interjection or correct a defection
Such complication! Makes astrology seem like mythology
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Only the disturbing wings of the fly
Hissing at the corners of the gravy room
Who died still a puzzle
Straight heads would pass for a lecture room
Black robed in a modern market square
High benched listen ready to give dictation
Only the spirits could leak their minds
Could imagine waterfalls in their tummies
Shaking hands could pass close for defection
Big shame to full bellies of the evil carrot
Cruel a name added to the devil
But few volunteers add it to their collar
Rumour say banks been working overtime
To quench the thirst of the evil bellies
Well rehearsed would pass for a great poet
Comas, fullstops, gestures perfectly blend
To pin down another Jesus brother
She sang same script different casts
Pontius Pilates palace just an old reference
Barnabas generation risky like waking on a swamp
My humble innocent leaders headed for crucifixion
Bury the truth book but not its truth
Crush the nut but don’t waste the oil
Their skeletons fetch revenue in the museums now
Wisely they grayed, their words scribbled down
Clearly taught what goes round comes round
That every dark cloud has a silver lining
The accusers dumb now, hear their kitchen been so noisy
Snake gives birth to snake not a lizard neither a millipede
Their kids well coached, heirs of their fathers’ degree
Street preachers of wrath, roving sneaky eyes
Ears competing with those of elephants
For a noun to sneak wrongly off ma leaders’ speech
Weary they don’t get, wonder what powers they worship
Pure gold, innocent and brave, God chose my leaders
The anointed Jesus comes with the Power of God
and the working of prophecy will he complete
he will trod the habitable beneath his feet
till the nations shall know that Jehovah be laud
All things spoken of him will come to pass
with a shout he will to earth descend
destroy all those who refuse to bend
with scepter of righteousness that will ever last
The bonds of unity are not easily broken
where two or more are gathered he will be there
the bonds of Love wherein we show we care
that you Love one another the command was spoken
In the beginning God made twain one
Jesus left his father to fetch home his bride
to teach her Love of God by example he died
for a twofold cord cannot be easily undone
To present her to the Father without blemish or spot
as gifts for the alter were their lives bought
for Faith Hope and Love and Truth have sought
to be released to freedom wherein slavery were caught
Teach me my Father for there is nothing here
all that we treasure and have come to know
instruction from heaven Jesus taught here below
no belief or rewards of the world hold we dear
By immersion are baptized unto deaths reformations
leaving behind the normal patterns of the nations
the personality of flesh and their occupations
and lifted by Life are formed unto new creations
God has set the archetypes and the example
wherein defection have become penitent for Life
to the Truth are married as examples of wife
filled by his spirit have become Gods Temple
The virgin bride dispenses her husbands teaching
that reformation of character and to Truth believing
unto the spiritual pattern of nature are receiving
so destruction the nations evade she is preaching
So we gaze into the heavens in the night
there your presence felt by heart sight
with awe for the powers that give us light
and discernment the difference wrong from right
Sources Ephesians 5:22-33 Matt 18:20
Ecc 4:9-12
COPYRIGHT © 2009 C Michael Miller
Savannah your the source of all my stress
And you played me like a game of chess
Checkmate you know the rest
I will never back down and I will not digress
This was all written to express
How much i ****ing hate you is what i need to confess
In order to show you i must regress
Back to when it all started when you were who i tried to impress
you just told me you never cared nonetheless
I loved you, loved is the word i need to stress
I just found out the truth for so long i had to guess
I figured out that your satan i mean that with all disrespect
The worst part is that you know im correct
And as i recollect i was the victim of your self-deception
And you're the victim of my lyrical aggression
Now i look into my reflection
I cant figure out my direction
Theres a lot i can't say for your protection
So ill keep my mouth shut so theres no possible detection
My words are meant to break you and cause you to do a self inspection
I think its called an introspection
I hope i help you realize that you're the definition of imperfection
I want to make your happiness commit to a defection
Knowing you love someone else feels like a needle in my skin an injection
The needle is dirty and covered in an infection
I only say that because your a whore to my deepest recollection
I write these rhymes with a goal, to reverse your smiles direction
Can i ask you if i've reached my objection?
The hordes of defection await
Obscurity indulges their silence
Abruptly, I am lost within my own recollection
Feverishly trying other hearts
My brain seizes its choler
It bathes in the solace of grief
Disgruntled, I await ambition
Deciphering each notion, towards alienation
The separated seconds loathe me
I fall between my somber thoughts
Deserted, my will vexes me
As I tumble into oblivion
I am at a loss of words and will--
This silence drifts into my mind
I conjure a pool of empathy
[Pretending that I am no different]
My demons bathe under my skin
For, my heart is their tyrant--
I am persecuted by my vacant will
With-held from my embittered perception...
I was one in a large selection
The two of us made a connection
I admit I had a predilection
You and I started out as perfection
Everyday filled with affection
Then came all the little corrections
After your voice made many inflections
So then I made an interjection
That I had began to have some detection
But you told me to stop with my dissection
Saying that it was for my protection
And gave me a lovely future projection
So I believed all of your flexions
Just by the look on your complexion
But still I was filled with some dejection
So after a night of introspection
I knew I could not put up with this rejection
And after a few minutes of reflection
I had several recollections
I could finally see every imperfection
The lies that met at their intersections
I had to have a little inspection
At first I felt some circumspection
So I followed you in your direction
Into town in a different section
Looked in some doors that needed disinfection
Only to find a girl on top of your ********
What I felt come on was an insurrection
My anger swirled around like convection
You pushed her off to make an objection
Don’t bother to make a defection
This relationship has no chance of resurrection.
Need
© Ben Burton 1-3-2015
A clash occurs where pride meets need
And dreams lose to reality
When givers then must takers be
Without the will to risk rejection
In solitude to watch the fall
The graceful walk becomes a crawl
Inside the heart a quiet squall
Which spreads the pain in each direction
The blessings of a thousand friends
With token words which will not mend
The isolation in the end
For need created mass defection
But dwell awhile on happy days
No urgencies to contemplate
Until that buckling from the weight
Demands escape with one injection