Best Deniable Poems
I am beautiful and im not just talkin about looks. Im UNUSUAL personality UNBELIEVABLE. Rare and unique just sit down and really get to know me. Im bein the only one of this kind. ....Without equal Im REMARKABLE. To love me is to know me. I have alot of good qualitys thats deep down inside of me. Qualifed to be the very best, willing to take on any quest. My beauty runs farther than just skin deep. My beauty lives inside of me...I have a radiant glow that flows in a steady stream. Deeply penetrating in me. Although to be uncomplaining, patiently, enduring thee essence of my beauty....Therefore endlessly bursting empathy. Unconditionally able to console sympathy brings out the best in me. Im BEAUTIFUL with a smile thats magical makeing my heart supernatural....defines my beauty and thats justifiable...no need to be judgementel....my beauty is always humbel, never deniable simply just wonderful...
MY BEAUTY...
You drew me in, warmly handed Embrassing me
A un deniable love; F-O-R-E-V-E-R * L-U-S-T.
"Mountains climbed; exhausting behavior,
reach top, only messured one desire.and it's
you that I crave.
Thrusting forward, crumbles my head first,
down a windy sloap; F-O-R-E-V-E-R *
L-U-S-T, I must go.
As waterfalls flow gently upon my face,
picking thorns on this percing heart; torn,
I F-O-R-E-V-E-R * L-U-S-T apon you again
and again... I will consolidate A true love so
deeply, with in you.
Animal kingdom was invited to join the forest meadow
Band orchestrated by the deniable dictator, diabolical gorilla king
Causing loads of premature bragging from delighted grand-animals.
Deliriously enthusiastic orangutans began to show off their voice prowess.
Excited flocks, herds, and murders flooded to the pre-set sign up spot.
Furiously signing up offspring, and occasionally a non-mothered village orphan.
Giraffe’s heads appeared beside the treetops, sticking out willy-nilly.
Haphazardly, eagles, owls, and songbirds sat among the leafy, sparkly greening branches.
I was smoothly hidden high in the Sycamore tree with a few cardinals.
Jealous zebras began stomping and spitting, thinking they were not going to get their “due”.
Kind mother opossum tried in vain to do a little conflict mediation, wanting unity and peace.
Lackadaisical sloth took a seat in the branch ten feet above my head, making my branch shake.
Maestro Moran, the appointed organizer, a giant Mammoth gave out assigned places.
Newly arriving animals began choosing partners; not realizing band is solitary.
Old Timer Orangutans began donating band equipment they no longer used, mikes too.
Puma is not invited Brother Bear yelled, stating that Puma always caused trouble in night class
Quintessential beaver suggested we give baby Puma a chance and a few agreed.
Raccoons who disagreed began slapping each other upside the head, like the three stooges.
Sh! A few animal mothers began to hiss. Few of us heard them, as they were not loud enough.
Too many were speaking to hear, and animal chaos seemed to be the order of the day.
Unification nowhere in sight, I stayed put, hoping I was fully hidden. The Zebras were still grumbling.
Very intelligent leaders assess things quickly, and Maestro Mammoth was no dummy.
“Walrus, wolf, toad, and beaver will pick out instruments for students first through 6th,” he announced.
“Xylophones for all of the kindergarten students.” Cheers went all around the forest meadow.
Yippee for the music teacher! Someone yelled. I am not sure if it was a wolf or an orangutan.
“Zebra’s choice!” Maestro announced. Band practice had begun!
To visualize childbirth is like visualizing the oceans of the earth & how it works,
Overnight discoveries generates compassionate memories,
Witnessing childbirth is definitely any mans deniable fantasy,
Considering the experience,
Causing contracting pains making it more tremendous,
As a spectator of… life formulates itself inside causing new hormones &
emotions to collide or arrive,
The labor pains is similar to the pressure from “Ocean Tides,”
How her contractions begin small
Then as current flows it becomes huge & tall,
If the timing is right then the pressure would fall,
Or Drop,
Causing any man heart to stop,
It’s a miracle how life gets presented,
Knowing only God has sent it,
Which could either bring laughter or cries,
Cries because there was many that died,
When the labor pains is as fatal as “Ocean Tides,” that collide
ABC I DO BELIEVE I LOVE U---
All I want to do is just enjoy the view;
Be still my eyes of pleasures I choose;
Capture your loveliness into my heart;
Departing my hunger, my thirst;
Everything, everythings wonderful I have a crush;
For this I must say now that I love you, love you much;
Grant me my love to coexist;
Have me, give me the honor not to resist;
I have a passionate love but yet Godly;
Justifiable love for you oddly...
Keeping my spirit, soul, mind heart open for you;
Love me today before you do pray;
Move me from my shattered views;
Never let it be said your mainstay;
Oh,be my true love true;
Please be mine my only girl;
Quickening my heart;
Rushes my blood to mind makes me start;
Sure I'm justifiable, I shall not be deniable;
Trust me with your love and heart;
Unify my broken heart;
Very endearing, love I care;
Wish to spent the rest of my life with you;
X ray vision I see your heart, I feel your hurts;
Your my chosen love I dreamt of this
Zealot dreams of wedded views please marry me in wedding-bliss
1/2/19
written by James Edward Lee Sr. 2019 ©
you met your master
met your deniable match
what you think of that
11/19/18
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.© 2018
Like warring against faithful warriors,
I host these inside spirited voices
sometimes LeftWing win/win
and sometimes RightWing suboptimal win/lose,
Now outwardly accelerating toward deniable lose/lose climates--
narrow-minded nationalism
patriarchal religious privileged truth
xenophobic fears my own species will survive
to kill all others,
nihilism,
entropic dead ego-less apathy
un-ecosystemically pathological.
RightWing cynicism
feels like my hungry camouflaged wolf
impatiently waiting
for a kleptocratic
privileged White-Hetero terrorist's manly clothing
to sniff
then hate.
Yet, in silent LeftWing waiting for heroic deliverance,
in-between these SpiritSanctuary daytime Voices
of imagined ego/eco-consciousness,
Some voices, persuaded by compassionate universal feelings,
and others, more heuristically ambivalent,
hold out for immortal winning EarthTribe space
And, most coveted of all,
re-winning Paradise throughout remaining timeless time
for restoring just ecosystemic healthy EarthSoul
and active peace, communion
ego-celebrating SpiritVoices
More win/win attuned
in better sung and danced
health harmonic questions.
Most Baby Boomers started out hoping to leave life
having continued our Great ReGenerativity,
progressively recycling boundless growth
of optimal Win-Wealth is also Win-Health.
We are the last human generation
with confidence we could leave more than we have taken in.
To give back,
to pay forward
investment in Earth's cooperative health and safety insurance,
re-assurance.
In this early post-millennial era,
we have a great transitional dissonance
between those who continue believing it is merely realistic,
rationally nihilistic,
to give up on this hopelessly disconnected
non-renewable
non-inheritable dream,
already not accessible to human nature's consciousness
of internal and external climate disruptions.
And, on the other hand,
there remain those of relentless active faith
that we are here at this time,
invested in this transitional moment,
increasing Win/Win potential
transforming short- and long-term
evolving compassionate lifetimes
To learn from Father Sun's warming voice of Wind
to balance healthy consumption
with wealthy production
of perennial renewables
To listen
for life's relentlessly springing up reinvestment
opportunities,
not lifetime for ignoring Win v Lose waste,
risking positive neuro-energy's potential peacetime resources.
As we turn from seeking regenerative integrity
for the span of one humanely natural generation,
toward the span of one humane-divine
MotherEarth FatherSun prime co-relational life span,
old monotheistic WinWe v LoseThey issues,
flying under banners of nationalistic narcissism,
fade into the waste stream of survival of the bullyist
More synergetically renewed by a new EarthTribal cooperative ownership,
a self-with-other Win/Win democratizing
inter-religious identity
nurturing caregiving Light
and receiving Power
Healthy compassion
with all organisms not pathologically hoarding wealth
of divisive nations,
of dissociated egos,
as this new Left with Right
double-binding
ego/eco-intelligence
for evolving renewable lifetime opportunities
and compassionately deniable risks of addiction
to anthropocentric narcissism.
Witch Hazel failed her flying test.
She crashed her broom.
The worst marks in the wicked west,
they sealed her doom.
Her magic was deniable.
Her spells were unreliable.
Too low, too fast, I would assume.
She crashed her broom.
But Hazel wanted to be best,
the brightest bloom.
With lots of practice, she progressed
and shed her gloom.
She took the test a second time,
but struggled as she tried to climb.
Police blamed alcohol consumed.
She crashed her broom.
We all need something to believe in
But proof is far beyond conceiving
What a chapter condones in a bible
As my laughter atone's what's deniable...
By a profit who's taking a name
Like a soffit supporting a frame
Seeming sturdy but hollow inside
Yet so wordy there's nothing implied...
Till the message is lost on deaf ears
In the lessons that cost us our years
But we hope we recover the theft
As the Pope passes plates to the left...
Tempting lust that may hold me for spite
So the trust and betrayal that might
Occupy so much more than it should
And deny anything that's still good ...
But if there's a God in command
I dare him to stretch out his hand
And reach for the one thing my heart
Will beseech to my soul when I part...
Terry
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Blood Clot and Boycott
Rather than crossing lines and boycott,
We did have a drink called blood clot,
And then hardened;
From jail pardoned;
After we would finish it, hit the spot.
Jim Horn
Trump Did Declare Another Edict
Trump did declare another edict,
And to a habit was sure to stick;
Bull shot;
Got caught,
Seeing women in red light district.
Summit Up Would Gum It
Whenever Trump would be at a summit,
We knew for sure that up he did gum it;
Always did abuse;
Listen to refuse,
And after we heard him had to vomit.
Trump Dug Up Some Dirt
We remember when Trump dug up some dirt,
Which would always end up all over his shirt;
Not deniable;
Unreliable;
Either cared less about people or had to hurt.
Ongoing Romance with Hillary
With Hillary had an ongoing romance,
And we did give her one more chance;
Much in store,
And did adore;
Thoughtful stance left us in a trance.
Like Poems Prepared with My Quill
We wondered what had been their will;
Hope someone else would pay each bill;
Begin to beg;
Drink a keg;
Like poems that I prepared with my quill.
Jim Horn
At another new thought I will nibble,
And down my poem start to scribble;
With pin and ink,
Remove each kink;
Over theme thought I could quibble.
Jim Horn
Crapy talker
Odd manners
Deniable
You always say the samething
How I love you how I love you
trump Helsinki I O U
Taking a knee in front of Putin
The most egregious sin
Denying US intelligence of voting hack
trump gave Russia deniable slack
Given the facts and clear evidence of intrusion
trump talked of Hilary and no collusion
Almost like a person gone of the reservation
He continued to castigate his nation
Giving comfort and aid to a foreign nation
On its face a treasonous act complete degradation
He should be forced to resign or be impeached
Across the Rubicon we have breached
Crap Job
I’m endlessly told be grateful you’ve got a job
But I’d love to pick another slave to do it
So they can experience the bull I do
And feel the way I do about this crap
Day in day out on and on like a joy ride
But there’s no fun here just stress and crap
The job is classified but that means nothing
My job still exists even if it’s deniable
I’d love to go into details and explain
What we must do every ing day
But then I’d have to kill you or you me
For you’d be doing my job the new slave
In the same way I got this job long ago
I asked a person about their job
And they told me in full confidence
Their death put the stripes on me
And I’ve followed their hidden work
For the last four or five decades
Soon I’ll pick a new replacement
Maybe it will be you…
MAJOR INSOMNIA
CORPORAL SLEEP
Nick Armbrister and other writers
not as bad as when
she drunk-posted Sand
and Water by Beth
Nielsen Chapman in honor
of her uncle's passing
forgetting it had a line
in it about their child together
which made it seem
incestual and ridiculous, as if
posting your grief in hopes
of getting relief from it in the way
of an artificially-induced rush
of dopamine is a curated
yet plausibly deniable
high that every single one
of the people reading in this time
or any other has done again
and again and again and don't
even try to hide from it like
you haven't been the guiltiest
of all even if you don't do social
media and eschew all the blogs
and always jump to recipe
every time you surf the darkest
corners of the epicurean web
we see you too even through
the incognito browser you initiated
before you swapped the names
and negotiated the terms of the PTA
sponsored dance at the end of the middle
school years and—you, ding dong
who raised a bud light in honor
of your buddy who blew three
fingers off his left hand in a fourth
of july celebration of rights—
we see you too peacocking
and girl mocking your way
into the male gaze, no shame,
baby—we all gotta get it
somewhere, baby
just make sure you snare consent
before the big bang, baby—