Best Denounced Poems
The lonely Echo lives in caves,
doomed to repeat her voice.
How sad it is she cannot speak,
but this was not by choice.
Once long ago in wooded hills,
gods cursed her chatty tongue
so she could only say again
words spoken or those sung.
She fell in love with Narcissus;
a love he would deny,
for she could only parallel
his words as her reply.
He denounced the woodland beauty.
She cursed his naked soul.
Now he could only love himself
and never hearts he stole.
From that time on she hid herself
in deep sequestered dells.
Her fading form has turned to rock.
Her voice is all that dwells.
If you hear the ghost of Echo,
the phantom of the air
and your last words repeat themselves,
you've found the maiden's lair!
Hashish smoke trails her
along a dusky corridor
Aka the hall of fires
where mirage chimeras unleash
Encumbered with hands splayed
her crystal ball lumens
wires ghostly apparitions
mnemonic attachments
What mystery ensues
a phantasmagoria
of horror nudging
the demonic
Sitters drenched
in profuse sweat
fainting one by one
Alas unconscious
their fate met?
Coroners couldn’t ‘ve clarified
Described as an arctic chill
bolting across the sector
through each limp body
claiming mortality
As icy temps rise
Hypothermia responsible!
for the fatality, for their demise
Latter days professing onto
recordings of a gathering that took place
confessing that a séance
performed by a mysterious woman
in a trance—was the case.
The
Moon is waxing
First quarter crescent
The beckoning begins
Nodding, gurgling
Opening realms unseen
to the naked eye
Madame
Mystic, psychic,
a beguiling storyteller
and Medium
Down in a cellar, along with a Ouija
volumes of her writings discovered
delving into société espirita
The Goldilocks of the occults
Esoteric subjects,
a burgeoning interest
Astral travels,
unexplained laws of nature,
powers latent in man
Madame channeled
ascended masters
The Voice of the Silence
The Two Paths
The Seven Portals
"gifts" from the specters
This time Madame stands
to receive between intervals
and only he is seated
Warning him of dark spirits
a dimension outside
of our physical time-space reality
shadowing, making absence
of light a necessity
To invoke them
another nod
Continues unabated
Reveal the truth!
By sacred decree, by order
Behind the phenomenon
details of schemes came to light
Denounced as Black Magic
she was no longer to fright
Marked as a fraud
it all a façade
The moon is waning
Third quarter
Once long ago, when Kings and dragons ruled the Earth,
there came to be that a golden Fairy Queen
was pregnant and about to give birth to a radical child.
All the King's court knew this child would be gifted,
destined to do great things, for a prophecy spoke of its coming.
When the nobles heard of this pending birth,
they promptly reported it to the ing.
In those days, ignorance had a grip on the land
and change was strictly forbidden.
All thinkers and learned folks were feared and despised.
The King was evil and ordered his knights to find and
kill the Queen and her golden child.
The Moon turned blood red with horror, snuffing out Her nocturnal light
so the people were cloaked in darkness at night,
and once the Moon stopped shining, the tides no longer came.
The scared villagers panicked and begged the King to call back his knights
and spare the Fairy Queen.
But the King was driven mad with anger
and vowed he'd slay the Queen and her golden child;
nothing they said could dissuade him from accomplishing this.
The people turned to the dragons and tried to persuade them with flattery
to stop the King, or no one would gaze at their serpentine beauty again.
But the King got wind of their ploy and banished all dragons from his land.
And still, to this day, every dragon has stayed away.
But the knights stumbling in the dark could not find the Fairy Queen,
so her child was born amidst their chaos, and She named it Democracy.
The Moon was so relieved; She beamed with joy,
and Her light shone again upon the land.
The people denounced the King when Democracy was born,
and as prophesied, a brand-new era came into being;
one where dragons and kings would eventually fade into memory.
I stand at temptations door...
As anger spurs a grievance withheld.
Surreptitiously you praise the incongruent
While flinging to the wayside the valuable.
Eyes closed to the importance of veracity,
You belabor simplicity with objectivity denounced
As you are drawn only to the iconoclastic.
I long to visualize cronyism obliterated.
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DEATH
(IT)
Brought to us by living corpses
Every second, every minute, everyday,
Plants, even share IT’S seasonal way.
No answers, come from thanatology
We depend completely on thaumatology.
Life makes sure, that IT’S denounced
Living makes sure, IT happens only once.
Sin and sorry, tend to be IT’S kin
War seems to justify, why IT’S a win.
The Past is the Future, as soon as IT arrives
The Future is the Present, waiting to be deprived.
On land, in sea, IT diets on us
Whether long white hair or pubertal pus.
Forsaken by Forever
All groups, all prides, all flocks,
This Rolex’s worth a million
But Longevity, ticks and tocks.
Brought to us by “Funerals”
Please “Wake” us from IT’S sleep
Cause IT gave us no fair warning
IT crept, IT hid, IT leaped.
By: Arthur Charles Ford,Sr./poet
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Cleopatra and Mark Antony
Cleopatra fell in love with Mark Antony
She became ruler of Egypt by Antony's decree.
Forced to flee Egypt, her rumored suicide plan...
She let an asp kill her over the loss of her man.
Antony so beguiled by love for his Queen's desire
Giving her much land provoked Roman senate's ire
After Cleopatra became Mark Antony's wife
He thought she was dead, so he took his own life.
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After Caesar's assassination, Cleopatra set her sights on the dashing Roman general Mark Antony. The two began an affair, resulting in twins in 40 B.C. Antony wed Cleopatra in 36 B.C., and appointed his new wife ruler of Egypt, Cyprus, Crete, and Cyria. This abuse of power so outraged the Roman Senate that they denounced him a traitor. After losing a major battle at sea, Antony and Cleopatra were forced to flee to Egypt in 31 B.C. In desperation, Cleopatra spread rumors of her own suicide. Antony, unaware of her plan, stabbed himself to death. When Cleopatra heard of this, she took her own life by inducing a poisonous snake to bite her.
Doctor Martin Luther King Junior
a black man from Atlanta, Georgia.
An activist and visionary
he spoke against racial injustice.
This Nobel Prize-winning man of peace
preached tolerance and non-violence.
Challenging bigotries and hatred
he marched against discrimination.
He struck a match against ignorance,
lighting liberty's torch for freedom.
And boldly opposed segregation,
standing up to white America.
His public-speaking abilities
both enraged his foes and won him friends.
And government bigots denounced him
as a dangerous agitator.
A pacifist, he shared his dream of
whites and blacks united in friendship.
Unshackled from the past, free at last,
"thank The Lord All Mighty, free at last."
His light refused to be extinguished
when James Earl Ray shot him in Memphis.
And now his life is celebrated
each year, on Martin Luther King day.
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11/14/2017
Photo by US Navy WestPack Album—Gorelick 2nd top right
“Not Squared-Away”
Crawling and sliding through slimy debris
Knees scraped raw on the gritty hanger bay
We’re sailors on the carrier Coral Sea
Crossing the equator this bright April day
Our shellback ordeal-just good-natured hazing
A navy tradition; great nautical fun
Like pagons, it’s old King Neptune we’re praising
Great Zeus, let this filthy business be done!
Now shellbacks! We’ve made it unscathed, more or less
We toss our soiled clothes out to the ocean breeze
But I find myself in one hell of a mess
For I left my wallet in my dungarees!
Now drifting away is my navy ID
A grave offense if it’s lost or misplaced
It will no doubt be captain’s mast for me
Where I’ll be demoted! Denounced! Disgraced!
I stand at attention, rigid and straight
The captain shouts: You are not squared-away!
Sweating bullets, I ponder my dire fate
I’ll surely be thrown in the brig today
A lost ID at sea is close to a crime
A gross dereliction, stupid but rare
On just bread and water I will do my time
As I topple down the steps to despair
In solemn dread I now report to the chief
With a churning stomach and anguished mind
But now all fear lifts and I sigh in relief
As he snaps: Get to work; were falling behind
Written 9/11/22
The world shared some turmoil; what went wrong?
that was the question, deplored the argument;
It’s all about Pope Benedict’s address
given to his old university at Regensburg
in Germany where he had taught –
a number of years with total commitment,
genuine dialogue and contribution.
His theology speaks about history and faith
its rationality and intellectual debate
meant to participate without any regret;
with relationship between faith and intellect.
The darkness of a new episode or story to tell,
barbarism that the Pope fears in this generation;
perhaps abuse and neglect of fundemental values
that’s growing decadence of moral continuation.
It’s how he sees now the postmodern Europe,
in different ways where there are revelations;
a climate of relativism and shared influence
secularism in the service of separation.
What’s binding in his theological rejoinder
church’s original faith expressions and traditions
a cultural product of time shared with modern trust
revisited and highlighted with modern ideas.
Plato and Aristotle are indeed proponents
of Greek philosophical tradition;
their influence in the medieval Latin formation
shared some dialogue along with revelation.
What was exactly quoted in Pope Benedict’s address
referring to Manuel II Palaeologus
“show me just what Muhammad brought that was new,
and there you will find things only evil and inhuman,
such as his command to spread by the sword
the faith he preached.”
There’s a vivid brusqueness in this statement,
however, he explained between faith and reason;
the Muslim world reacted with anger and conclusion,
that Pope Benedict had denounced the Qu’ran in its existence.
Not in his own personal view how he said it,
without any polemics to pounce on its evil meaning
Qu’ran as an unmediated word of God;
the message of the Prophet it descended –
on Muhammad; it came from God.
Hostility continued to draw the line of division,
A process of theological need and understanding
With shared witness and value in today’s relativism,
Pope Benedict had reason completely credible.
When I was a young lad
I was a boy scout
We went once a month
On a camping trip
With our father
Coming along.
Once we went
On a camping trip
Along Stinson beach
In Marin County.
We had a campfire
On the beach
A real bonfire
Welcomed
In the chilly night air
Fond memories
Of being a boy scout
50 years later.
I am proud
That I was a boy scout
In some quarters
In the hyper-liberal bay area,
Of the late 60s and 70s
Boy scouts were denounced
As being nothing
But training camps
For the fascist overlords
Of the universe.
But I disagree
And am glad
I was a boy scout.
Always regrated
Never becoming
An eagle scouts.
Part 1 - Unforgiveable
Beyond all rhyme and reason
Utterly beyond the pale
To be denounced in any season
A complete and utter FAIL
Eleven million watched in awe
Some driven to rage and shock
So many scarred by what they saw
But you can't turn back the clock
'Twas the graceless act of a savage
Of an ogre and a fool
Before he causes any more damage
Let's send him back to school
Or perhaps we ought to lock him up?
That might bring some relief
Keep him away from Jaffas and tea cups
Save us all from further grief
We need an apology from this pest
For the bitterness he's left in the mouth
I think our Mary said it best
"We don't do that in the South"
Part 2 - In Defence
He's no brute and he's no caveman
Just a guy who likes his tea
I think he's quite a brave man
With his dunking controversy
I'm with him - as there comes a time
To stand up for your right
To dip into your fine cuppa
Whatever you reckon will delight
Now I myself go for bourbons
Or digestives, or hobnobs
I'd never thought of plunging Jaffas
As they're too soft for the job
But I'm reviewing that opinion
He's an expert, after all
He's really got me thinking
So, I'm saying "Thank you, Paul"
McVitie’s say he's in the wrong
But I'd like to see their proof
And I know they're really smiling
As the sales go through the roof
Announcement to all Outer party members:
Thomas Woodward is dead. He is an unperson. You are to incinerate anything in your possession that might be contaminated with his DNA. All memories of him are to be forgotten.
It is rumored that some of you have been infected by his mentally deranged rants and poetry. More specifically, that a few pages from his personal journal may have been copied and passed among you. He was a madman, an agent of Goldstein. His confession of his many crimes was broadcast publicly, as you are all aware.
You have heard that he wrote: "Happiness is the freedom to say, to think, to be and to do whatever one wishes." Such untruths have long been exposed and denounced by the Party. "Individuality is the future," another untruth propagated by a filthy mind. The Party has long held that oppression is freedom, and that individuality is delusion. There is no I, only we. There is no individual, only the collective. To think independently is to promote chaos, anarchy. The collective mind promotes peace, unity. The Party must survive, therefore the Party must remain united. Again we say, oppression is freedom. By bringing every thought, dream and aspiration into captivity, thereby obliterating individuality, the Party member becomes part of the unified whole and is thus free to love Big Brother with all his mind, heart, and strength. To love and serve the Party in perfect obedience is the pinnacle of existence. It is the greatest of all freedoms.
Thomas Woodward is dead. He is an unperson. In fact, he never existed at all.
One further announcement: Victory gin rations are to be increased by fifty percent beginning tomorrow.
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Having surpassed the ides of March.
Denounced the the baneful glare.
Yet my grief befriends Sanity.
Doctrine of hate preached from
Pulpits and podiums.
Marathon of the arms race.
Humans of another race are dispensable.
Creation of art in flesh and blood.
My heart is compelled to dwell.
In poems that rhymes life.
In a compassion that flow.
Into a stream of peace and tolerance.
Creating in my mind another alien world.
Jim Steneson had a problem with gas
without warning he'd let out a blast.
The stink was obscene
folks escaped the scene
and denounced Jim as a pain in the ass.
I contemplated, trying desperately to recall,
when I'd changed and my humility took a fall.
Wondering how I managed to be so greedy
instead of thinking of the poor and the needy.
I was ashamed of the person I had become.
To fellow men I had grown blind and numb
then became a caring giver instead of a grabber.
I commend others, no longer a back stabber.
In my imperfections I was tempted by lust
and because of this weakness, I lost the trust
of those I once held in the highest esteem.
Love and lust are opposites in the extreme.
They're Ying and Yang with connected forces.
Through each of us such contradiction courses.
When love is true there's no need for carnality.
Lustfulness after marriage is immoral mentality.
I pondered past relationships about control.
That's a grievous word that I cannot condole.
There is no honor in domination. Nothing good.
It's disrespectful and as wrong as a falsehood.
Better to have equal balance without surrender,
in which no one has to be the callous offender.
Avoiding conflicts is sometimes difficult to do
when 'turn the other cheek' policy is not for you.
A metaphoric slap in the face is an abusive deed,
but cursing and fighting won't rid you of the need
to feel you've gotten even by venting your rage.
There's no rule to embrace but it may assuage
the craving for vengeance and suspend the fight,
leaving darkness behind as you seek the light.
I've denounced the demon, the father of the lie,
the one whose wicked ways I shall never comply.
He'll goad you to sin and when you're trapped,
your faith will be shaken until it's been zapped.
Truth is the enemy of Satan, but understand...
It's weaponry to deny him. Wear it as an armband.
With reflection, I would urge the need for unity
across the entire globe, as a worldwide community.
"Impossible," some cry. "There's war on each frontier!"
Sorrowfully, it's been death and doom year after year.
It's due to the avarice of men who exceed their need.
Now, I've gone full circle because I first wrote of greed.
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